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A Not So Cold Reception [06 Dec 2006|11:52am] [ mood | nervous ] Chloe was disappointed, but not greatly. She had made it to the final table, which was a wonderful thing. But she'd also been the first one out. Still, her winnings were more then ever before, but for every seat you made at the final table, your winnings multiplied exponentially! She didn't have the heart to complain though. And playing Texas Hold 'Em had taken her mind off of things for a little while. Now it was back to reality, however. Nervously she entered the police station to see if Levi was there. She was curious to talk to him about his voice mail. Perhaps he'd made progress on her father's case? Grace seriously didn't think she'd been this relaxed in...weeks. She had bruises on her thighs, a faint bite mark where her neck met her shoulder, and scratches on her back. She could still half feel Darian's fingernails dragging over her skin. And she just felt...good. She pushed open the door to the precinct building, intending to go bug Levi. Just a small matter, really, wanting some info on someone who was dealing stolen goods out of one of the motels near the Strip, and it was good to keep those channels open. You never knew when you'd need a cop, right? She rapped on the reception desk, getting the sergeant's attention. "Yeah, hi," she said, slouching casually against the object. "Is Lieutenant Bowman around? I'd like to talk to him if he's got a few minutes." Chloe had been approaching the desk when she saw the other woman in front of her. Her ears pricked up when she heard her ask for Levi. Taking in her appearance, Chloe was a bit startled. The woman was obviously in some kind of trouble, because she didn't look well. Domestic abuse perhaps? Chloe now hesitated, wondering if she should step back and wait, or come back later. No, she was here now. It took a lot for Chloe to work up her nerve now when Levi was the subject. It was a combination of excitement and fear in her belly just at the thought of seeing him. She couldn't turn back now. "Sorry, the Lieutenant's not in right now, is he expecting you?" "Seldom if ever," Grace answered dryly. "When's he gettin' back?" "Shouldn't be more than an hour or so." An hour. Great. The vampire pushed off from the desk, moved to one of the plastic chairs that were lined up against the wall, then sat down an lit up a cigarette in blatant disregard for the 'No Smoking' sign directly behind her. She'd wait it out, then. Not like she was on anyone's timetable except her own. Chloe took a step back to let the other woman pass by. She went up to the desk and softly added her name to the list for Officer Levi. The desk sergeant said there was indeed news on her father's case, but he couldn't elaborate. "It's best to wait for Officer Bowman." Chloe slowly nodded and turned towards the waiting area. She noticed the other woman was smoking. "Rough day?" she asked softly, slipping into a chair. ( Cold Hands ) ( Ask Levi What? ) reply

A Date Full Of Canyons [06 Dec 2006|01:40pm] Ryan looked at the exterior of Heaven's Peak and shook his head slightly, shrugging inside his jacket against the chill night air. It was quite a bit colder than he would have expected for a place that resided in the center of the desert. He shook his head and stepped through the door of the club into a hot, dark, loud atmosphere. He kept his jacket on and approached the bar, claiming a stool for himself and looking amazed that there was one free. He ordered a drink when the bar tender deigned to look at him and half smiled to himself. He paid, tipped and took the first sip from a well made 7&7 and settled in to wait for Tristan. Tristan had to laugh at himself. He had found himself standing in his closet for a very long time, trying to figure out what to wear. "God, I'm a sissy," he muttered, and then had to laugh. Finally he settled on his current color of choice. His always current of choice, a black silk shirt tucked into black leather pants. His riding boots and leather duster complimented the outfit. The vampire didn't feel the chill in the air as he motored his Harley towards Bethany's old club. After parking it and threatening the attendant with bodily harm if even one speck of dust hit the shiny chrome, Tristan ran his fingers through his hair and entered the club. The bass of the music reverberated up through his feet, all the way to his cold dead heart. He smiled slightly when he saw Ryan at the bar. "Save me a seat?" Tristan asked, leaning over Ryan's shoulder and almost whispering in his ear. Then he ordered a shot of Jack from the bartender. ( Dance With Me? ) ( Wanna Go For A Ride? ) reply

Dead Sexy [06 Dec 2006|02:02pm] [ mood | content ] [ music | Summer Son - Texas ] Grace was still fairly loose-limbed when she woke up after dozing for a few hours. She was also alone, which wasn't surprising. Darian must have retrieved his clothes and left while she was in dreamland. 'I don't do that', he had said when she'd asked if he was going to stay, and the Dealmaker was apparently as good as his word. Just as well, really. Neither of them had wanted things to get anything that might have resembled tender. The bed smelled like sweat and sex, and the vampire took a deep sniff of the other side of the mattress before wrapping herself in the sheet and getting up. She could feel the bruises on her legs, fingermarks left on her thighs by Darian's hands. She touched the place where he'd bitten her in the alcove, the tip of her tongue touching her teeth. He hadn't drawn blood with his bite even if she had. He probably could have, she realized, and a quivery feeling took hold of her stomach muscles. The rumpled bed was given a long stare from the door of the bathroom, then a wide grin. Sexy. She felt sexy and clear-headed. The demon had performed a miracle for her. Bizarre. In the shower, she stood under the spray and didn't think much of anything. It was possible that she might end up wanting him again, but she wasn't going to seek him out. She had her own rules about what she did and didn't do. As long as the lines were clear, neither of them had to do anything they didn't want to. But she had the feeling that somehow, they'd run into each other again. Her gut rarely lied. Tender or not, it had been good. So she'd put a wait-and-see on it. Fate worked in the damnedest ways sometimes. reply

To Russia, With Love [06 Dec 2006|03:29pm] [ mood | thoughtful ] Dear Kael, Well. Its been five months since you left and I'm just now getting in touch. Sorry for the silence, I was just never sure what to say or how to start this letter. I don't want you to think I was mad or anything, it was just...awkward. I hope that whatever called you back to Russia is going well, and that this finds you safe and whole. Your leaving was unexpected, but I get what its like to have something you have to do. I hope things are going all right for you. You did miss the big celebration for the Fourth, which was probably just as well considering as how chaos erupted the way it so often does around here. Some joker turned the lights out and there was a panic before the electricity could be turned back on. They never did figure out who did it, or if they did I never heard about it. Makes me wonder what gets into people sometimes. But that's Searchlight, I guess. Everytime I think I've seen all the weird this place has to offer, it turns out that I'm wrong. I'm making new friends. There's Julie, who works over at the Lighthouse and came to town a few months ago, and Byron, who just moved down here from Las Vegas to get out of the city. And I'm getting re-acquainted with someone I lost touch with, at least a little bit. But Boden left, the 'someone' I told you about that time when my hand was all bandaged. He got called away on personal business too, had to leave so that he could do other things elsewhere. I don't even know where he went, not really. He said he'd come back, though, one day down the road. I'm trying not to mope, and its even mostly working. I convinced myself that you would have liked him, even though I'm really not sure because he isn't exactly like other folks, but if anyone could get more than five words out of him it'd probably be you. Hannah's still here, though, and Sonya, who I'm sure you remember. ;-) I guess even when people leave, others show up to fill the gaps. Its not the same, but it does help. Do you get time for social stuff over there? A stray dog wandered into my yard, so we decided to adopt each other. I haven't had a pet since I lived closer to home, and the company's appreciated. Talking to a dog is better than talking to myself, or at least it doesn't make me wonder if I'm losing my marbles. He's worth his weight in kibble, that's for sure. I miss you. I was walking past the shop the other day and I realized there are things I'd like to talk to you about, like face to face instead of on paper. Guess that's part of the not-moping thing, realizing that I actually can tell you stuff even if you don't answer right away. You've always been a good listener, even if we didn't always agree on everything. I never said it, but I appreciated that, so thanks. There's not much else news on this end, so I'll close this out by saying that I hope you're doing all right over there and that I'll see you again at some point. Take care of yourself, Kael. Your Friend, Mallory reply

Shadow Boxing [06 Dec 2006|05:10pm] [ mood | awake ] Turn. Punch. Dodge. Keep moving, don't slow down. Punch, kick, punch. It was almost like a set of dance steps, and Connor concentrated on the empty air in front of him as he went through his workout, a thin trickle of sweat wandering down his spine beneath his shirt. He'd taken to wandering out of Searchlight a bit, just into the desert where it was quiet and he could find a silent headspace. The actions were routine, the movements of his hands and feet like a peculiar sort of clockwork, and he was currently using it to not think about strange girls showing up in his room and then vanishing again. Life was weird enough, he didn't need to seek it out. The days were getting just the tiniest bit longer, but he could still smell winter in the air. Tomorrow, he'd call GW about those concert tickets, then check into bus schedules for getting himself up to Vegas. Maybe the older man would even know something about restaurants, someplace half-decent. He had a little money saved up, even if it wasn't much. He was considering moving out of the motel and finding a more permanent place. If he was going to stay here for a while, he should have a real space of his own. If nothing else, it'd cut down on having to listen to the occasional trucker snoring through the thin walls. He did seem to be oddly settled inside himself, even with the bizarre event with Leah. And since the night he'd run into Drusilla outside of the Lighthouse, there had been no more brushes with his father's past. Hopefully, things would stay that way. He sent a kick sailing out at an imaginary opponent, muscle memory taking him through his exercises as he rmembered to keep his breathing even. In through his nose, out through his mouth. Like clockwork, like the way he battled it out with enemies that weren't even there. And sometimes the way he battled it out with his own memories. One day, everything wouldn't be such a battle. reply

A cure for what ails you. [06 Dec 2006|06:43pm] Shopping had been Mallory's idea. She'd been determined to get out of the house to avoid moping, and she'd stopped by Julie's place to see if her friend wanted to tag along. They'd headed up the highway towards Vegas, where they spent the morning and part of the afternoon dawdling in the stores. At around one, the redhead decided it was time for lunch, and they found a small cafe' for sandwiches and coffee. Looking at the young werewolf across the table, Mallory asked, "So is this helping, do you think? You, I mean? I don't think I've moped once today. Or at least not much." Julie munched on her third sandwich, with two more left on her tray. The morning had been a productive one, but had also caused her to build up an appetite that was now being sated. She looked over at Mallory and nodded before washing down her sandwich with a healthy swig of coffee "Yeah, some. It helps take my mind off things, though it hasn't do my bank account much good" The werewolf glanced down at the bags by her feet, filled with all manner of goods. It was a necessary trip. She had three years worth of Christmases to make up for back home after all, and while she hadn't tried to contact her family yet it wouldn't be much longer. Soon enough she'd be free to follow that urge and let her family know she was still alive and that Brad wouldn't be bothering anyone ever again. Julie had been worried about her friend, and was glad to see the redhead acting more like her normal self again. ( Christmas Plans ) reply

Case closed. [06 Dec 2006|10:41pm] "No man, I think the crowning moment was when that poor kid nearly pissed himself," Lieutenant Marsh remarked with a laugh as Levi drove the police cruiser down the Strip at breakneck speeds, sirens blaring, lights strobing. "You can be such an asshole sometimes, y'know?" Levi's hands gripped the wheel as he careened in and out of traffic, racing down the Boulevard as though he were headed to bust the largest heist in the history of Las Vegas. "Hey, I'm not going to argue that fact, but i'm certainly not going to let some smart-mouthed Starbucks barista give me lip. Punk deserved what he had coming to him." Lt. Marsh had his hands full, attempting to balance three stacked trays full of coffee cups on his lap as Levi sped through traffic. Certainly not an appropriate use of law enforcement vehicles, but the coffee would have otherwise gotten cold. And an entire cop-shop full of uncaffinated pigs probably wasn't going to benefit a city which needed it's law enforcement on the ball. "Pulling your gun on him probably wasn't the best way to get your point across," Marsh chuckled and fumbled with the trays as Levi made a sharp turn. "I didn't point it at him," Levi countered, large arms reefing on the wheel as the sirens continued to blare. "I was merely holding it in a suggestive manner." The feigned innocence in his voice probably wouldn't convince anyone. The other cop shook his head and laughed, "Oh well, but I still would have laughed if he pissed himself," he joked, then held out a fist to bash knuckles with Levi in a self-congradulatory manner. The cruiser pulled into the station lot and the two Lieutenants got out, holding trays of coffee as they shut doors with the heels of their boots and made their way inside. "Ten bucks says that kid quits his job by tomorrow morning," Levi said conversationally as he pushed his way into the lobby, taking notice of the familiar face sitting and waiting. He set the coffee tray down on the reception desk and walked over to where Chloe was sitting. "Hey," he said plainly in way of greeting. He didn't exactly tell her to come down here, but he wasn't exactly going to complain about it, either. ( An explanation. ) ( That thing called empathy. ) ( Giving in. ) "Are you going to be okay now?" he asked her, "I mean, about your situation. I don't want you to go home and break all your good china now." Chloe smirked at him. Then she chuckled a little. "I think I'll be fine." She wiped her hands on her jeans and moved towards the door. "I am sorry about the glass." She gave him another little smile. "I guess I'll call you? About the party? Oh, and don't forget to call Grace. She'd probably like that." Chloe hesitated for a moment, and then quickly leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, Levi." Then she turned and left his office, without another look backwards. reply

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