A much needed drink [OPEN]

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Michael had just come from a rather disappointing "meeting". Someone had contacted by leaving him a cell phone in his car. When Michael called the only number stored in the phone's memory he was given a time and place to meet a contact to discuss a possible assassination attempt on the King and Queen. Michael was skeptical of course but he had to check it out, it was his job after all. Michael had decided to go to the meeting alone, no point in wasting resources on something that was probably just some sort of trap. Michael being a telekinetic was confidant he could handle it by himself. Sure enough it was a trap, three drainers that had assumed just because he worked for the vampire monarchy, that he himself must be a vampire. Idiots Michael thought, although he was wondering how the police were going to handle the fact that the three men had all shot themselves in the hearts from twenty feet away.

Michael probably should have sent the bullets fired at him to each of the other men, but he had just reacted. Now forensically it was going to look the men had shot themselves from a distance. Oh, well Michael thought there was no way they could trace it back to him, humans didn't know for sure telekinesis existed, much less that possessed the power. There was also no way a vampire could have done it, so the police couldn't blame them either.

Michael pulled his car around to the valet of Ambrosia and got out, taking his valet ticket. Michael headed to the front doors of Ambrosia only to be stopped by the vampire bouncer at the door. The bouncer asked him his name and he replied, "Michael Ross", knowing his name was on the bouncer's list. Michael's name being on the list was another perk of being bodyguard to the vampire monarchs of New Jersey.

Michael quickly looked around the club and then headed for one of the smaller tables to sit by himself. He ordered some imported beer off of the list at the center of the table when the waitress came by. It didn't take long for his beer to arrive, Michael had to wonder if service was always this fast, or had news of his arrival spread. If it had Michael certainly wasn't going to mind, he liked people to treat him differently, he worked for the monarchs after all. Michael sipped his beer, taking another look around wondering if anyone was going to approach him tonight, and whether or not they'd be breathing.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

Kyon never thought it would never happen, but at the moment, she despised vampires. That was really saying something, since her first encounter with them had almost caused her death. Today though, she would have wished every one of them to die. Her boss was quite a cynical man, just like she was, and he thought that it would be funny to send her on some useless errands, picking up his dry cleaning and what not. He said he would give her a reward, letting her take out some no-name human that had pissed him off once, but once she got to the address he’d given her, it was a very different story. The sun had just set when she got there and outside there had been a small group of vampires just waiting for her. Long story, short, they’d cornered her but she’d taken care of them easily enough, even if she did sustain plenty of bite marks.

Once she’d finished with all of that foolishness, she returned to Clint’s house and he got an earful. She’d left his house with a hoarse throat and a few more bites on her neck and wrists. As his prized employee, this was not the way she treated to be expected, but he paid her so damn well that she would endure anything that he threw at her. Eventually, she would get sick of his ridiculousness, but then she’d be forced to kill Clint and she’d be so rich that she would never have to work again. She didn’t feel it was that far off either.

But for now, she was stuck in her current situation and she knew how to deal with it. She just had to find someone to ‘play with’ for the night and clubs were the perfect places to find those sorts of people. Tonight, she wanted to go somewhere a bit more upscale than her regular haunts to make up for all of the money she’d managed to lose that day.

Ambrosia. Kyon had been there a few times before, enough at least that she’d gotten her name onto the list and she didn’t have to bribe, tease, threaten the bouncer to get in anymore. It also meant that they knew her face now and let her in without even asking for her name, since that could turn out badly for them and probably would with how angry she still was. In a bit of a huff, she made her way through the door, tossing her hair off of her shoulder and glanced around the room. She wanted to sit by herself, but almost all of the tables were occupied and the ones there were empty were huge, which would make her feel so awkward sitting by herself. At least she saw a face she recognized, if only vaguely.

Taking in a deep breath, Kyon adjusted the purse on her arm and made her way smoothly over to the small table where... Michael Ross, that was probably it, sat. She only knew about this man because of Clint and she knew what he did, so she would have to be careful with all this anger bubbling underneath the surface. At the moment, it was hard to enough for her to stop from tossing a knife at the nearest wall. After taking a deep breath, Kyon plastered a sweet smile on her lips and stopped at the man’s table. “Mind if I sit with you?” she asked.

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Michael smiled at the young woman who asked if she could sit with him. "Yes please, of course, have a seat." The woman was pretty sexy Michael thought to himself. She too was smiling, a sweet little smile, a smile that held a hint of provocative promises Michael imagined to himself. "Wow, how did I get lucky enough to have the most beautiful in here to want to come sit with me?" Michael gave the woman a once over as she took one of the empty seats at the table. Michael stared into the woman's eyes still smiling like a love struck fool. The woman sat there still with that sweet little smile on her face. Those smiles that they shared, do you know what they had in common, they were both complete bull sh**.

Michael could see the undercurrent of anger that ran through Kyon. Oh yes, Michael knew who she was, Kyon Adele Girard. She was a witch, and contract killer, in the employ of a local vampire criminal named Clint. Kyon was Clint's go to girl when he wanted someone dead. Michael had a file on both of them, Clint because he was a vampire that operated in New Jersey, with the King's permission. Kyon because she has successfully killed all of the targets that Clint had sent her after, at least all the targets Michael had known about. Michael had his people keep a close eye on Clint, but he knew his men couldn't know everything about Clint's dealings. Michael had suspected Clint of having fellow vampires killed without the permission of the monarchy, which was a violation of vampire law.

Which begs the question had Clint overstepped his bounds and sent Kyon to kill Michael? That would be foolish of course, but even vampires could be stupid Michael thought. Striking this close to the monarchy would surely guarantee that Clint met the true death. And if Clint did want Michael dead than why, had Clint been up to something that Michael had overlooked, something Clint was afraid Michael knew. Michael would have to pay Clint a visit, maybe he could shake the branches of his organization and see what falls out. Of course Michael was getting ahead of himself, he still had to deal with Kyon.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Michael asked her to keep up appearances. That was something Michael was great at doing keeping up a façade. Usually it was the façade of an emotionless automaton, as what is usually expected from a bodyguard. But Michael could also play the role of hopeful paramour, if need be. If Michael looked like all he was trying to do was pry Kyon's legs apart, then hopefully he could pry her true intentions from her. If she was here to kill him, she wouldn't survive the effort, Michael would see to that. Then he'd go to the King to get permission to kill Clint, and all would be right in the world again, at least as far as Michael was concerned at least.

"Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Michael, what's your name?" Michael wondered how enamored he should appear,"I bet your name is as beautiful as you." That sounded pretty enamored and desperate, exactly what Michael was going for.

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Kyon slid into the seat next to Michael, shooting him a soft grin then glancing down as he wondered about having the ‘most beautiful girl in the room’ sit next to him. Ah, she could tell that they were both playing now, since he really didn’t look the kind of guy to put on those puppy-dog eyes, he seemed more like the kind of man to sit there like a badass and play hard to get. That second type was the one she preferred and she’d pull it out of him in no time.

"Can I buy you drink?"

Having just placed her purse on the table, she looked over at him with slightly widened eyes before smiling appreciatively. “I’d love one,” she said, glancing around to see if a waiter was nearby. Actually, she would have died for a few rounds of vodka right about now, anything to get her feeling a little warmer and a little happier, and if he was offering to pay for it, then all the better. Unfortunately, it seemed as if they’d have to wait a little bit for someone to come around to them since she wasn’t in the mood for summoning anyone over.

"I bet your name is as beautiful as you."

Giggling lightly, Kyon lifted a hand and playfully took up his hand that was resting on the table. She leaned toward him, as if about to tell him a secret and let a soft breath tickle his cheek before speaking. “Let’s stop this bullshit,” she whispered and then pulled away, sitting back with her usual, more sarcastic smile, “I know who you are and you must know who I am and I’m in no mood to play this game.” Glancing away from the man, she looked up at the waitress that had come back to the table. Kyon ordered herself vodka, asking for the bottle and a glass, and watched the woman walk away before she turned back to Michael. “You’re still buying me a drink,” she told him, smiling softly.

The waitress was soon back with the bottle and glass the witch had asked for and left just as quickly with the way Kyon was staring at her. “I’ve had a pretty fucked up day,” she explained, sliding her thin coat off to reveal all of the cuts and puncture wounds she’d received in the past few hours. “and I was looking for someone to rough up, but I’m not stupid enough to try that with you.” She poured herself a drink and lifted it to her lips. “Lucky you,” she said, and then took a drink.

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Michael smiled a bit, "Okay, bullshit stopped." Good, he thought, if Kyon wanted to play things out in the open, I'm game. Kyon mentioned that she was still going to have Michael pay for her drink, "That's fine, I never mind paying for drinks, as long as it gets me what I want in the end." Michael made that last remark with a wicked little grin, he'd let Kyon make her own assumptions as to his meaning. Michael still wondered if Kyon was here to try to kill him, although since she was the one that said to cut the bullshit, maybe not. Either that or Michael's little desperate lover routine wasn't all that convincing. Maybe I have grown a little too jaded to pull it off, or maybe the events of earlier had just gotten under my skin. Actually its most likely what Kyon had said, she had known who he was, and he didn't exactly have the reputation to pull it off. So it once again begged the question was Kyon here for business or pleasure.

Kyon's next couple of statements may have answered that question, if they were truthful of course. Michael looked at Kyon wounds, it certainly did look like she'd had a fucked up day. It also looked like her fucked up day had involved some vampires, maybe some local vampires had decided to put the little witch in her place. If that were the case, since she is here now, it looks like they failed. Other supernaturals, vampires included, always seemed to underestimate witches, then again they also underestimated psychics like himself. "Well I'm glad your not the stupid type, but its probably lucky both of us. You might actually be able to kill me..." Michael leaned over with another smile on his lips, "...but I'd make sure you'd die in the process."

Michael was willing to except Kyon wasn't there to kill him, for now, but a little threat here and there never hurt. Michael leaned back into his normal sitting posture, "So Kyon, may I call you Kyon, if your in the mood to rough somebody up, what are you doing here, sitting with me? Is it my offer of free drinks?" Michael often wished he had the power to read the minds of others, although that power would be tactically inferior to his telekinesis. Still it would prove handy right about now, Michael would love to be able to know what Kyon was thinking at the moment.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

It was a relief to hear the Michael would let up on this act when she’d asked. She really didn’t have it in her to play the sweet, up-beat girl for the evening. She could keep her temper down, but she’d stick to her sarcasm and she’d let slip a few rude comments just to keep herself from blowing up in his face and causing a scene in such a fine establishment. Therefore, it was quite a good thing that she was a happy drunk and not a violent one. And it was even better that Michael was just as cynical as she was, grinning when he told her that he’d be getting what he wanted at the end of this because he’d bought her drinks. She had an idea of what that might be, and she imagined that she’d enjoy it enough.

Oh, and then he went and threatened her with death! She was loving this man. Honestly, Kyon had been slightly wary about talking to him before she’d sat down, but now she was glad she’d decided to approach him. The two of them were so much alike, though she supposed that he was more loyal, more merciful, more sane. This whole meeting might just make up for the terrible day she’d had and when she saw Clint tomorrow, she wouldn’t have to scream at him again to get rid of her pent up frustration, also risking the rest of the unscathed on her body.

”...what are you doing here, sitting with me? Is it my offer of free drinks?"

Sitting back with her drink in hand, Kyon watched Michael, thinking her answer over. “Honestly, I was going to get a little tipsy then pick someone up and go home.” She shot him a slight smirk then took a sip of her vodka. “I only sat with you for a little company,” she said, grabbing up the bottle to replenish her glass, “but I’m glad I did; you’re a right bastard.” This was most definitely a compliment coming from her, especially since she knew that she was a complete bitch. They went well together.

“What I’m wondering,” she sighed, gesturing to the side with her cup, “is why you let me sit with you.” Grinning mischievously, Kyon looked him over for a moment and made a spark fly from the tip of her finger and up over the lip of her glass, momentarily catching the clear liquid on fire. “I break your neck with a few words,” she gave him a questioning look and let out a soft chuckle, “you trust me or something?”

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Michael smiled at Kyon's last comment, "Trust you? No I don't think I'm stupid enough to trust you." Michael thought parroting Kyon's own words from earlier was a nice touch. "As for letting you sit down, I was trying to determine whether or not Clint had foolishly decided to have me killed for some reason." Though as the conversation went on, Michael thought that scenario was less likely. Kyon didn't exactly look her best, the wounds she has while not life threatening, could be debilitating in a fight. Plus Michael was beginning to like Kyon, as dangerous as he knew that could be. Michael had always been attracted to the wrong sort of woman, and he liked danger and excitement. Sure he had issues, but who doesn't? Besides they were quite a pair, he a right bastard, and she was a crazy bitch he thought. Hmm Michael thought, Kyon is starting to remind me of that song by Buck Cherry.

Michael finished off his beer, so he reached over and grabbed the bottle of vodka. Michael tipped the bottle back and took a drink, "Don't worry its alcohol, its self sanitizing." Michael winked at Kyon and took another drink from the bottle. Michael set the bottle down, "You know you could use the vodka to clean up and sterilize your wounds there, I'm assuming the stinging wouldn't bother you. You can take a little pain, right?" Well obvioulsy she could but Michael was curious as to her response, Michael wondered if she could just take the pain, or if she enjoyed it a little. Michael thought she seemed like the type to enjoy a little pain. Michael set the bottle back down on the table and slid it over to Kyon, "Here you go."

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

Kyon chuckled shortly when he told her that he wasn’t stupid enough to trust her. It was good to know that neither of them was stupid enough to do anything that would turn one on the other. Honestly, she wasn’t feeling so confrontational now, since she’d settled down and her wounds were beginning to cause her a little grief, though the vodka was starting to help. Another grin lifted her lips, finding if funny that he thought she might have been sent by Clint to kill him. “He wouldn’t strike that close to the monarchy,” she said, shaking her head then taking a deep drink from her glass, “he wants to keep his life. And even if he did send me after you, I wouldn’t do it, I like my life too.” If he ever requested her to do something like that, she’d just have to kill him straight out, so that he wouldn’t get the chance to kill her and then maybe she’d gain some favor with the king and queen. She’d love to be able to work with such powerful vampires, but for now she had to settle.

Taking another long drink of vodka, Kyon managed to drain her glass, but when she reached for the bottle, she found that Michael had taken it. She shot him an annoyed glare then sighed and rolled her eyes. He might have been paying for it, but it was still her drink. "You know you could use the vodka to clean up and sterilize your wounds there,” She raised her eyebrows at this. Did he think she wouldn’t have cleaned all those cuts already? Yes, she was a bit of masochist, but she wasn’t going to risk infection and end up dying because she’d wanted to feel a little more pain. As she’d said before, she liked her life.

“You can take a little pain, right?"

“Of course,” she said, almost laughing, “you must know what it’s like having people around every corner trying to kill you. You get used to the pain, start to enjoy it a little bit.” Kyon smirked and snatched her bottle back when he slid it over to her. “I think I’ll just drink my vodka though,” she said, “I’ve already cleaned all my cuts, just haven’t dressed them. I’d look ridiculous walking around with bandages all over my body.” She took a drink from the clear bottle and kept it in her hand when she placed it back on the table. “Besides,” the witch sighed, “I’ll feel much better after I’m done with this bottle.”

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Michael wondered to himself what the source of his attraction to crazy, dangerous women was. Was it just for the pure thrill of it, or did he have some serious issues? Maybe he just enjoyed the challenge, or maybe he considered so called normal women beneath him. After all he had immense power, he was far above the rank and file humans out there. Michael pitied normal humans, so weak, so powerless, unable to truly effect the world in any significant way. Okay Michael thought, I definitely have some issues, well what normal people would consider issues anyways. Its not my fault they weren't born superior like I had been. Of course Michael's superiority would explain being attracted to women with power, not the crazy and dangerous part. Oh well Michael thought, at least they know how to keep things interesting.

An Kyon in particular was becoming very interesting to him Michael thought. He also thought that she should bandage up her wounds, even if it would look funny. Leaving wounds exposed to open air could continue a risk of infection, but Michael wasn't going to say anything more about it. Besides the wounds helped her look more dangerous, and therefore more sexy. At least in Michael's eyes. Michael then began to wonder if Kyon had any scars under the clothes she was wearing. I guess she'd have to take them off for me to find out for sure, Michael's imagination wondered from there.

Michael rested his elbows on the table leaning closer to Kyon to whisper, "Well depending on how things go, both of us might wind up feeling better after you finish that bottle." Michael just stared into Kyon's eyes with a small grin on his face. Whatever she decided to think about his last remark was up to her he thought. Whatever move comes next is hers to make. Michael was suddenly in a mood to play a little bit, another drink also sounded like a good idea. Michael waved at the waitress and held up his empty beer bottle pointing to it indicating that he wanted another one. Although he was probably in the mood to have a few he decided that even if Kyon wasn't here to kill him, he shouldn't drink too much, just in case.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

Grinning a little herself, Kyon leaned in as Michael did to hear his words better. "Well depending on how things go, both of us might wind up feeling better after you finish that bottle." She gave him a slightly questioning look as he sat back in his seat, and remained leaning forward, her arms rested on the tabletop. He was one of the very few men she’d ever met that wasn’t frightened of or far too excited by the knowledge that she was an assassin. It was a refreshing change and honestly it was a bit of a turn on, since that meant he thought that he could handle her.

Kyon took a long drink from her bottle, keeping her eyes on the man on the other side of the table as he waved for a waitress to get him another drink. She could probably have handled yet another bottle of vodka, seeing as the bottle she had now was mostly empty and she was feeling little more than a warmth in her belly and a pleasant buzzing in her head, but then she just might start to lose herself. At least the alcohol had put her in a better mood by now, though Michael was probably helping with that as well.

Dropping her now empty bottle onto table, she slid the glass so it wasn’t in her way then crossed her arms onto the hard surface, still leaning forward. She waited for him to look back at her and set his bottle down before shuffling so she could get to kneeling on her seat. She moved the front half of her body over the table, giving him quite a nice view if he happened to look down the front of her dress, and reached out to grab a hold of the back of his head. Before he could react, she kissed him firmly on the mouth, able to taste the beer still on his lips. The witch kept her lips on his for a couple of seconds then slowly pulled a way, a soft smirk spreading across her face.

The woman moved back from Michael only slightly, but she was still spread across the table, her eyes locked onto his. She barely even noticed when the waitress was back at their table with another beer for him, though when the woman had walked away, Kyon glanced over and snatched up the bottle before the man could get at it. “Thanks,” she smiled, turning her head from him to take a drink. Having had her share, she dropped the bottle from her lips then looked back to him, holding the beer out for him to take.

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Michael had just put his bottle down when Kyon began shifting her legs up into her seat. Before Michael knew it, Kyon was crawling over the table toward him. This gave Michael a nice view down the front of Kyon's dress, but Michael still tensed a little in preparation for an attack. Michael knew an attack was unlikely, but it was just professional habit to expect the worse. Michael watched her face as she grabbed the back of his head, this had been the reaction to his comment that he had been wanting. Kyon then kissed him firmly on mouth, letting the kiss linger for only a few seconds.

Kyon pulled away with a small smirk appearing on her lips, Michael copied her expression with a small smirk of his own. Kyon then reached for the new beer the waitress had dropped off during their little public display. Kyon drank from the bottle, fair is fair Michael thought he had drunken from hers after all. Michael watched Kyon as she drank, he had always like a woman who could drink beer. Kyon thanked him after she removed the bottle from her lips and offered it to him, which he accepted.

Michael however put the bottle down on the table, "I'm in the mood for something else right now." Michael grabbed Kyon by the hair and pushed her into another kiss. He also decided it was his turn to do the unexpected, Michael held Kyon up as he moved the table out of the way, and once it was clear he pulled Kyon from her chair into his lap. Michael ran his hands down to her legs encouraging her to straddle him. Michael would have smiled if not for the kiss, he hadn't done something like this in a while. Michael was also aware of the fact that they were beginning to attract attention, it wouldn't be before long that one of the vampire bouncers showed up to end their little torrid show. Michael honestly pitied who ever had the balls to interrupt them.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

Didn’t Michael want his beer? Kyon gave him a confused look as he set the bottle down on the table instead of taking a drink himself. However, he did answer her unasked question the very next second, telling her that he was in the mood for something else. And before she could tease him about what the something else might be, he’d taken a hold of her hair to pull her into a kiss. At first, she wanted to retaliate, afraid that he’d mess up the curls in her usually pin straight hair, but when she felt him push her up off of the tabletop, she didn’t care so much.

Letting Michael lead her where he needed her to be, Kyon lifted her hands up to the back of his head again, grabbing up as much of his short hair as she could. Feeling herself being pulled onto his lap, she quickly shifted her one leg around so that she could straddle his hips and settled against him, pressing close to him. Now, where was this going to go? Theoretically, they could have sex right there, but they would end up knocking out or killing everyone that tried to stop them and then the police would probably get called down there and the whole thing would go downhill from there. Perhaps they could push the boundaries of decency for a little while, yet they’d have to get going once things started to get a bit too hectic.

For a minute or so, Kyon didn’t move her lips from the man’s, just to make herself feel like she had a bit of control over him now. Finally, she slowly pulled back from him to look him in the eyes, playful desire in her own gaze. It was nice to get a man like this without having to lie about who she was, since it meant she could let out the crazy however she pleased. Of course, that wouldn’t be in the way of trying to kill him, but if she happened to hurt him on accident then that couldn’t be helped.

“Excuse me.” Kyon turned her head casually to see who the owner of the disgruntled voice was and saw a rather burly man heading toward them, probably a vampire at that. “Be careful,” the woman warned him, “the floor’s kind of slippery right there.” She pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of him, but he just glared at her and frowned. What the fuck was she getting at? The place was carpeted! Yet of course she was right, and his next step caused him to lose his footing and fall heavily onto his back. The witch grinned widely and turned back to Michael, hoping he’d enjoyed that little trick. “Perhaps we should get out of here soon,” she suggested, running a hand across his shoulder and down his chest, “before we cause too much of scene; people might start getting jealous of you.”

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Michael held the vampire down with his powers, just to be on the safe side. Plus it was kind of funny to see the look of shock on his face as he realized he couldn't move. "I think you may be right, we should go, we don't want to make a scene... here." He winked at Kyon indicating he was ready to make a scene elsewhere. Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He removed a fifty dollar bill and placed it on the table to pay for the drinks, that should cover it he thought, and leave some for a tip. Michael then looked back down at the bouncer he still had pinned to the floor. Michael pulled a one dollar bill out of his wallet, crumpled it up and threw it into the bouncers face, "That's for any inconvenience we may have caused you."

Michael had never flouted the rules of an establishment like this before, it felt like he abused his position as the King's bodyguard. On the other hand though it did allow him to test Ambrosia's security, it was rather adequate in response to his and Kyon's make out session. He doubted anything dangerous would get by them, good he thought, this club won't be likely to embarrass the monarchy anytime soon. The owners must have everything well in hand.

Michael however was ready to leave, especially in the company of Kyon. She may be crazy, but he was okay with that. Crazy was going to equal a crazy night after all. "Shall we go?", he asked Kyon. Michael motioned for her to walk ahead, that way he could check out the view from this angle. Michael smiled at some of the patrons who looked at him and Kyon leave. He definitely smiled at those he knew were checking Kyon out, they wouldn't survive a night with her, literally. Michael had to chuckle at the thought, oh how the other guys here would do just about anything to be leaving with Kyon, not knowing how lucky they are that they weren't.

Michael followed Kyon out the front doors then asked her, "How did you get here tonight? Did you drive? Doesn't matter we'll take my car." Michael approached the valet and handed him his ticket, he watched as the human scurried off to fetch his car. Michael turned back to Kyon with a wicked little grin on his face, "Whatever shall we do while we wait?" Michael stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her, grabbing a hold of her hair. He moved his face close to her, to where their lips were almost touching, "We're going to have some fun aren't we." Hopefully that fun wouldn't cause to much damage, Michael still had to work tomorrow.

[KYON ADELE GIRARD]

That smile just wouldn’t go away. From the moment Kyon had leaned over the table to kiss Michael, a sultry, slightly menacing little smile had fell on her lips and it was as if it were stuck there. It was not an expression she often let people see, since it usually unnerved them to the point where they just had to leave her, no matter how much they fancied her. Michael was different though. He knew her background, he knew what she was capable of, and he was more than alright with it.

Her smile widened to a soft grin as he mentioned not making a scene there, at the moment. He was such a tease, but she could be worse. Though she didn’t quite want to move, she had to let him get up and so she slowly slid off of his lap, taking her time and lingering in front of him for a moment before standing completely, waiting for him to come to her side. Her eyes drifted to the vampire still on the floor, laughing quietly when Michael tossed a one dollar bill onto the man’s chest. She loved a man that knew how to abuse his power; it was why she’d originally thought Clint was such a great man.

"Shall we go?"

Kyon lifted her eyes back to the man and dipped her head before moving to walk in front of him, well aware that he was staring at her backside; everyone always did. Glancing to the side just before she was at the door, she caught the eye of a man who had just entered and gave him a suggestive look up and down before heading outside. She would have loved to take yet another man home with her, just so that she actually had someone to kill, yet she didn’t think that Michael would be terribly supportive of that.

Though Kyon wasn’t too supportive of having someone drive them wherever he wanted to go. She had her own car and she liked to have control in situations like this. She wouldn’t complain though, and let him think she was even slightly submissive. “Someone else is going to have to get my car,” she told him with a smirk, stepping closer to him just before he did the same. Her body relaxed as his arms came around her and she slowly lifted her hands up to his shoulders, resting her arms under his. “Plenty of fun,” she smiled, pressing in closer to him. Her hands slowly slid to the sides of his shoulders, gripping tightly, and she kissed him deeply, lifting herself onto her toes to they were level. In a short while, he’d realize that he couldn’t move his arms and that they were stuck in place, but how would he react? That would determine exactly how far she was going to take everything that night.

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Michael was enjoying the deep kiss Kyon was giving him, then again kissing was one of his favorite activities, among others. However it wasn't before long that Michael realized that he could no longer moves his arms. Michael's instincts immediately told him he was under attack and that he should kill Kyon now, but luckily for both of them, Michael didn't act solely on instinct. No he reasoned that Kyon was just playing with him, after all a little impromptu bondage never hurt anyone. If Kyon wanted to use powers to play well then Michael could as well.

Michael broke the kiss but with his lips still near her he whispered, "So you want to play right now. That's okay, I can play too." Michael used his telekinetic powers to seize Kyon by the throat, lifting her ever so slightly higher so that the tips of her toes were barely toughing the ground. Michael had also closed off her airways so she couldn't breath, and then he resumed the kiss. Michael somehow doubted this had been the first time Kyon had been recreationally choked, she seemed the type to him. He also took the liberty of following suit and pinned Kyon's hands to his own shoulders. Michael then eased up on Kyon's throat after a while, enough that she could breath anyways. After all he didn't want her passing out, that would ruin the fun. But he still held her there suspended by an invisible grip on her neck. Still he resumed the kissing.

It was sometime after this that his black 1969 GTO rolled up with the valet behind the wheel. The valet approached the two soon to be lovers and cleared his throat to get their attention. Michael ignored the man for a few moments longer but annoyed that he had to, Michael ended the kiss yet again, whispering to Kyon, "We're going to have to release each other if we want to continue exploring what we are willing to do to each other." He once again held a wicked little grin on his face, thinking of the events yet to come tonight. Michael also wondered if the valet noticed anything out of the ordinary about the way him and Kyon were standing, doubtful he thought, most humans had an uncanny ability to willfully ignore the truth of events happening right in front of them.