She's a Stripper

Vesper · 10-19-2011, 01:28 PM

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Wow, I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. xD
Ves is luperci as well, obviously.

Nights like these reminded Vesper how lonely she was. She meandered to the local club every weekend, sat at the bar and drank as much as her small body could handle, and left without company. For being physically lightweight, she wasn’t a lightweight, which came mostly through discipline and the threat of males hitting on her reach time she took a seat. Just now she wiped the blood from her claws on her white chest, disdainful, pretending that she didn’t see her would-be suitor slinking off.

Yet this—isolating herself, fighting off those who approached—made her seem all the more attractive in the eyes of the pervs who frequented this place. She narrowed her eyes at a dog who waltzed up to her, telling her she wagged his tail, and rested her chin in her palm wearily. “Do I need to spell it out for every asshole at this bar?” she asked idly, and the man’s—or boy’s, really—ears pricked. She leaned in so their noses were nearly touching and said slowly, “Starts with an ‘L,’ ends with an ‘esbian.’” And that was the end of that.

It looked like tonight would be as boring as any others, and she was contemplating finding her way back to her apartment. She listened to some of the wolves howl for the entertainment to come, some less civilly than others, and rolled her eyes before the sound of another luperci entering the bar made her turn her head.

Vesper scowled at the wobbly girl that came in, watching her as she took a seat on the stool beside the coywolf. Easy pickings, that was for sure, and she wondered if it was worth the effort to defend her from the low lives that crawled around the place. It was pretty tame for the first few hours, but with so many luperci in once place, it was hard to keep a limit on their drinking. King Cobra Club was unique in that no one had died from an overdose of alcohol—yet—but that didn’t mean that the canines around here were moderate.

The dark-furred girl ordered a water, and the hybrid glanced at her and the confused bartender. Hell, she was more lost than Ves had initially thought.

“She’ll have a St. Paulie Cola, sans beer,” Vesper said, resting her elbow on the counter. The bartender gave a glance as if to say “Then what’s the point?” but he knew better than to argue with the tawny fighter. Shrugging, he went to get the soda, and Vesper turned to her new companion with brief advice. “Pop might give you a little buzz from all the sugar, but it isn’t bad.” Her lips twisted before she turned away, adding, “And don’t let any guys handle your drink.”

With that, her sky blue eyes turned to the gorgeous slim dancer who’d come out onto the stage, and a more content smirk settled on her mouth as her body relaxed. This is more like it.

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