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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 3, 2015 3:10:53 GMT
Waves of curly brown hair rolled down the woman’s back as she made her way toward her destination. Night had fallen a while ago, and despite the fact that she was in a shadier part of town, there was no fear to be found in her gate. Every single one of her sixty-four inches was called upon as she walked confidently. Sure, she could have worn heels to make herself appear taller, but Riley didn’t need such crutches. With or without heels, a kick to the crotch and some mace in the face was enough to get rid of most unwanted advances – be they male or female. The brunette enjoyed attention, this was true, but there was a very clear line between attention and harassment, both of which she had experienced.
Of course, if it weren’t for the drinking laws, she wouldn’t even have a reason to be in this part of town anyway, so clearly it wasn’t her fault. She’d been living on her own for two years now, and she couldn’t legally have a drink? Ridiculous is what it was, but at least she knew where to go to get what she wanted. This particular bar she frequented, because despite its shady customers, most of them were just petty thieves or drug dealers – nothing to be too afraid of as long as you didn’t owe them money. And hey, she didn’t, so she was good.
The door to the establishment would be tugged on and she would step through. There was a bit of a crowd, but she wasn’t complaining about that either. With a smirk her fingers twitched slightly as she made her way through the crowd. Laughs and apologies were given as she brushed against several people, but halfway through her hands would disappear into her jacket pockets. No big deal for most people, unless you were watching for it of course. Finally, she made her way to a table in the corner. She eyed the crowd before she slipped the wallet out of her pocket, quickly removing the money that was found inside before she slipped it back in. She counted the money with a self-satisfied grin. “Looks like someone’s buying my drinks tonight.” She snickered.
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Post by Jack Spade on Feb 3, 2015 4:15:00 GMT
As far as birds go, Jack couldn’t have been freer. His daily life was a mix-match-up of whatever he damn well felt like at any given moment in time, and few to none could really stop his wild and aberrant escapades once he got started. Monetary restriction was a joke. Drugs and weapons fetched a high price, and it his short lifespan, Jack had made himself a noble of the industry. Regulation was a bigger joke considering it implied he would socially bow down to anyone on the face of the planet. With his father long since having stepped out of his life, there was no one to call his name, make him freeze, hesitate, or rebuke what he was doing. There was no one to apologize to. He had no limitations; Jack did what he wanted and got what he wanted. That made him happy.
That night in the bar, Jack was making sure people remembered his freedom and his price. Before Riley had come in, there had been … a nasty fight ending with a face being stomped on repeatedly before Jack let up and made the man swear he’d pay up soon. After that, though? He was in a good mood and had decided to stick around. Sure his victim had fled, but if money didn’t come around soon, Jack would just track him down and do it again. Business was business and money was money. Time was time, and so he’d let it go for now. It was time for some fun, and what better way than some dancing and talking? He’d move around there for quite a while until a particular body bumped against him and an apology was made. Unlike some who were rather oblivious to simple bumps being anything more than that, being a minor thief had taught him to be just as aware.
Fingers fell to his pockets, and it didn’t take but a second for Jack to know his wallet had been snatched up. However, where irritation may have gripped him, a smirk had instead. Slowly grazing his way through the crowd, he followed after the woman in a roundabout sort of way. As she had looked down to count some money, he’d slipped around to the booth just next to the one she’d dropped into. With his knees pressed on the seat, he leaned over and rested his elbow on the divider and his head on his hand. “Havin’ fun tonight?” he grinned toothily.
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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 3, 2015 4:45:11 GMT
The brunette was feeling very, very pleased with herself currently. Fifty dollars was enough cash to get her plenty of drinks at this place, not to mention she could probably find two or three people to supplement those drinks for some batted eyelashes and “innocent” brushes. Of course, she would have to go through the wallet more carefully later. Things like drivers’ licenses, credit cards, and debit cards would be carefully disposed of. Those were easily tracked, and the last thing she needed was to get in trouble. She had a façade to keep up, after all. The restaurant she worked at was rather high end, and she would be fired immediately. Plus what would-
She jerked away from the man who had seemed to materialize next to her. One hand clutched at the money that wasn’t even rightfully hers while her other arm jerked almost as if she was going to hit him. When she caught that purple hair out of the corner of her eye, though, the action fell short. Of course she recognized the particular person she’d stolen the wallet from, if she didn’t she would have been sloppy. Whereas some might have looked guilty, no semblance of that emotion could be found on her face or in any of her features – because Riley didn’t feel guilty at all. “You scared me.” She told him, her tone slightly accusing as her blue gaze moved to meet his pink one.
A grin worked its way onto her features as she fanned the money that they both knew belonged to him. “Not yet.” She told him, her gaze moving over his features a bit. She wasn’t unaware of the fact that he had cornered her a bit. If she tried to get up, after all, he could easily grab her. He would regret it, but he could. “I only just got here a few minutes ago, see.” She went on to explain. “You been here long?” She questioned, crossing her legs under the table. The stretchy fabric of her leggings moved easily with her body. It was why she liked them. They were tight, they looked nice, but they didn’t inhibit her movement at all.
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Post by Jack Spade on Feb 3, 2015 5:14:33 GMT
No motion was made on part of Jack as the woman jerked away from him and raised a hand. If she had struck him, he probably wouldn’t have even reacted either. His eyes remained posed at her forehead before slowly lowering to her eyes when her hand had dropped. The coy grin on his features didn’t waiver for even an instant up until she accused him mildly of scaring her. A soft laugh escaped at that, and he rattled his nails on the divider a few times. “Scary is finding the boogieman behind you,” he replied just as briefly. “I’m just Jack.” Just Jack. The comparable boogieman in the room was what he was. However, Riley hadn’t been there to see the mess he’d made and insisted others clean up.
As she grinned and showed the money boldly, he grinned back, a cheesier expression coming to his features. Allowing his hand to drop and rest on the divider next to his other one, he leaned forwards over it examining the money. A laugh escaped as she reported ‘not yet’, and he sat back a bit, his chin parallel with his arms again as she went on to talk. “Just a bit,” he replied to her question briefly. Shifting upwards, he rested his palms on the divider before vaulting himself over it. There was a brief uncanny fluidity to the purple haired young man’s movements as his legs curled briefly before extending to lead him into a rolling crouch on the next seat. Rather than climb over the table after the money, however, he sat back curing his arms around his thin muscular legs. “Ya wanna buy me a couple drinks?” he asked.
In the seconds thereafter, those light eyes flashed across Riley taking in the details of her appearance. She wasn’t bad looking, arguably cute enough. He wondered briefly what she kept on her. Considering she’d stolen from him, he doubted she had much money— but then again who knew? Some of the richest people still stole from the poorest— not that Jack was poor by a long shot but yeah.
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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 3, 2015 5:40:28 GMT
She found herself mildly surprised that the man didn’t jerk away from her movements. Most people didn’t want to be hit, even if it was coming from a seemingly small woman. Riley always played up her size for as long as she could. Hell, she didn’t care if people were trying to be nice when they decided to take it easy on her – that was their prerogative. Not to mention she would do whatever she had to when it came to winning as well, but she highly doubted she would be fighting with this man tonight. If he wanted the money back badly enough, he would have already made a scene or something… probably. As the introduction was given, a soft laugh would fall from her lips as her blue eyes rolled skyward. “Just Jack.” She repeated. “Well, Jack, I’d say you’re close enough just leaning over all quiet like that.” She told him, smirking.
She had been about to say something – though she quickly forgot what – when the purple-haired man vaulted over the divider between their tables. Blue eyes followed the graceful movement carefully, even if it only lasted a couple of seconds. Since her power manifested itself in super speed in her arm, she’d spend quite a bit of time studying it and trying to control it, so his movements were easy enough to follow as well. Even if they were kind of unnerving. She didn’t know anything about the man she’d stolen this money from, after all. The plan had been to never find out, but she already knew his name.
Her fingers curled possessively around the money as his question was posed, even if her face remained light and friendly. “Am I gonna buy you drinks?” She questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “Think it’s s’pose to be the other way around, don’t you?” Okay, so, Riley had bought drinks for guys before, but she didn’t want to give his money back in a roundabout way. She had some money of her own tucked away in her bra, but she didn’t want to spend that either. That had been the whole point of stealing his wallet, after all. She leaned forward a bit as she eyed him, making no move to cover the fact that she was more or less checking him out. “My name is Riley.” She told him as she decided he was pretty good looking. His eyes were very striking.
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Post by Jack Spade on Feb 6, 2015 18:54:52 GMT
Those bright fuchsia eyes didn’t miss the subtle curl of fingers around bills, yet Jack’s features showed no recognition of the girl’s movements. For all Riley and onlookers could probably guess, his gaze hadn’t left her visage. It was the way he carried himself, the way he addressed others, and the way he stole the most from the best. A small snorted laugh escaped from Jack when his question was turned on him, but as she gave her assertion it was supposed to be the other way around, Jack gave a smaller grin. “Don’t be sexist; we’re in what twenty-fifteen or something like that?” he asked tilting his head slightly to one side and flashing white teeth.
As the girl finally named herself, Jack grinned. “Riley eh?” he repeated briefly mentally sticking a name to her face. He was good at names and good at faces; one had to be in the business Jack had put himself in, after all. Briefly, a thoughtful look passed upon his features thereafter, as if maybe he was considering what to do. “Well how about this,” he grinned shortly thereafter. “We play a game and see who pays?” Briefly making a ‘nothing up my sleeve’ gesture, Jack then rolled the fingers of his right hand. A deck of cards was now in their grasp seemingly having come from ‘nowhere’. “How ‘bout it?” he grinned thereafter.
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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 6, 2015 20:31:33 GMT
The accusation of being sexist caused the brunette’s lips to press into a fine line. She really wasn’t, she just didn’t want to give his money back. She had taken it, it was hers now. He shouldn’t have even noticed, really, no one else ever had. “I am not.” She muttered, a hint of malice entering her tone. It was really the first thing he had said or done that upset her. Which, she supposed, she was making too obvious. But it didn’t matter. After tonight she would never see Jack again, so she could do whatever she wanted around him. Besides, what he thought about her would never matter anyway. The only thing that mattered was what she thought of herself, yeah.
Her thoughts were abandoned when he repeated her name, and she watched as that thoughtful expression crossed his features. At the notion of a game, her eyes narrowed a bit. She liked games, but only certain ones – basically the ones that she was good at. Her gaze fell from his face and to his arm as he pulled the cards from… somewhere. She grinned a bit, “Didn’t know you were a magician.” She quipped, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Okay.” She agreed with a little nod. “Sounds like fun.” She went on to say. She wondered if he was going to cheat. She would. If she could find a way. “What game?” She asked, leaning forward on the table slightly.
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Post by Jack Spade on Feb 6, 2015 21:06:04 GMT
Positive, negative, or neutral, reactions of any sort amused Jack Spade. From pursing of Riley’s lips to the muttered words, they were all reactions he liked. It gave him more information about her, a bit of leverage in the game people called social interactions. Though he could appear lighthearted, high as heaven perhaps, Jack was of hell, a place full of lies, manipulations, and terrifying fun. A slyer smirk slowly grasped his features for a second longer than necessary, but no words of rebuttal or rebuke were given back. Jack moved on with his own personal game. He was sure he would win out by the night. He always did.
Jack was good at games. He’d spent a good portion of his life gambling in one form or another, and he knew the tricks of the trade. To those who knew him, it made him dangerous. To those who didn’t, it made him even more so. Those smart enough to recognize who he was didn’t ever want to play with him to begin with. Jack was fine with that; he picked his victims among the ignorant. A small wry grin flashed across Jack’s features as Riley commented on being a magician. “Just decent at a couple card tricks,” he assured as lightly as possible before beginning to cut and fold the cards absently. It was not a truth in the least, but who was counting truths and liars anyways? As she asked what game, he gave a simple shrug. “I play everything,” he half laughed back at her. “Pick one~” Holding out the deck to her, Jack grinned.
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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 6, 2015 21:31:27 GMT
Riley was not as good at games. She had played strip poker plenty of times, sure, but that was about the extent of her experience. She knew the rules of most card games since she attended plenty of parties, but other than that? Nope. She figured Jack was probably more experienced than her simply because he’d had the deck on him. She didn’t know. He was hard to get a read on, which made him both interesting and scary at the same time. “Maybe you can show me some more later.” She commented, watching as he cut the deck. When it was handed to her, she pocketed the money before accepting it. “I’m pretty thirsty.” She told him when the offer for her to pick the game was extended. “So for now, let’s do something simple.” She grinned a bit, tucking her feet under her butt so she was sitting on her knees at the table.
She tapped the deck on the table before she cut it again and shuffled it herself. Her eyes never left his face as she did so. She wasn’t good enough with cards to cheat as she shuffled, but he might be. The deck was placed face down on the table, and she moved her hand across it to spread the cards out in a neat little arc. “Whoever picks the highest card has to buy the first round.” She stated, picking up one of the cards. She looked at it, and then she looked at him.
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Post by Jack Spade on Feb 6, 2015 22:10:07 GMT
Maybe he’d show her a trick or two later? A small snort escaped from Jack before a brief headshake was given. “You should know a magician never tells his secrets,” he replied promptly back at her. He grinned as she pocketed the money and took the cards. Riley was somewhat smart to put the money away for now, but Jack had kept an eye of where it was. It was never quite out of sight. Jack wouldn’t let it be.
At the request for a simple game, Jack gave a laugh. “Anything’s fine,” he assured again a small grin flashing across his features before they settled again. Crossing his legs in front of himself and leaning over the table a bit more, the purplette watched the cards absently glancing up to meet Riley’s gaze here and there. Resting his elbow on the table and his cheek on his knuckles, he allowed the fingers of his other hand to drum restlessly on the table for a few seconds. Watching as the cards were spread and the rules were spoken, he glanced down a small ‘heh’ sound escaping from him. The restless hand raised and clasped a card nearest him with index and middle finger. Smirking upon seeing it, he twisted his hand it to reveal it shortly thereafter. The Black Jack of Spades stared at Riley. Jack too stared now at the girl, a grin on his features.
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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 6, 2015 22:30:18 GMT
She narrowed his eyes at him when that prompt reply was given. “I thought you weren’t a magician.” She stated, smirking a bit. Honestly she didn’t care whether he showed her his tricks or not. She had a few of her own, if she decided she needed to use them. Which, considering how the night was going, she might have to.
Thereafter the cards were spread out on the table, her card was chosen, and she watched as he chose his. He didn’t put much thought into it, but then again, neither had she. She had picked a game that was virtually impossible to cheat at to start out with for a reason. That way, hopefully, any negative feelings wouldn’t have to form so early on. When the card was revealed to her, she grinned slightly. “Oh, how very fitting.” She stated dryly, though a little sigh was given thereafter. “Unfortunately mine is too.” She twirled the card in her fingers, revealing the queen of hearts. “So, what d’ya want?” She questioned. At least for now she wouldn’t go back on her word. She wasn't about to spend all of her money on him if her luck didn't improve, though.
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Post by Jack Spade on Feb 6, 2015 23:14:30 GMT
A grin flashed across Jack’s features when Riley rebottled. “Maybe,” he laughed briefly. “But some secrets are meant to stay secret anyways.” A grin and a wink followed before a laugh reduced his cool façade to an easier grin again. It seemed almost impossible for him to keep cool, but perhaps that was the appeal. He didn’t keep a cold demeanor to simply appear chill. He did what he wanted, but that was Jack for you.
The dryness of Riley’s tone earned a laugh though his features would settle a little as she commented on and revealed her card. The Queen of Hearts could have been considered a good card if the rule was reversed or the meaning wasn’t obscured by Alice in Wonderland. The fact she found it fitting, however, had Jack amused. Off with his head! Off with his head! Off with his head! There was a dual meaning somewhere in there that nearly had him snickering as well, but Jack suppressed this, instead offering a wide grin. But she will kill huh? Blood stained red queen? fuchsia eyes regarded Riley carefully. He could see it pretty easily. She was cute, but even the most innocent of creatures could bite your fingers off. Venus fly trap hahahaah. Jack grinned a little more.
As Riley asked what he wanted, Jack sat back curling his legs back in front of him and stretched his arms upwards. Muscles under their case of skin twitched at the stretch before relaxing once more. “Rum ‘n coke,” he replied slowly resting his arms on his knees and his head on his arms. Absently, the fingers of one hand had started drumming the elbow of his other arm where they rested. “Betcha like the fruitier drinks, huh?” he asked lightly thereafter.
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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 6, 2015 23:41:40 GMT
The girl couldn’t exactly argue with that. He was right, after all. A certain amount of secrets always needed to be kept, from everyone. It was how she had always lived for as long as she could remember. Even the people – or perhaps she should say the person – that she was close to didn’t know everything about her. They knew what she wanted them to. They didn’t know she was here tonight, they didn’t know what she did in her spare time, and they never would unless she fucked up somehow.
If she had any idea of what Jack was thinking, she would have been both pleased and slightly annoyed. She relied a lot on her cute looks to get people to underestimate her. Not that she couldn’t take care of them either way, but whatever. Taking them by surprise made things easier. Of course, she had no idea what he was thinking, so she was simply slightly annoyed with the fact that she had lost. Her card would be placed back on the table among the rest as he spoke again. “Simple enough.” She stated, smirking at him. “I like anything that gets me drunk fast.” She went on to say as she shrugged her jacket off, revealing a black tank top underneath. Her phone and the money would be removed from the pockets as she slid out of the booth. “Be right back.” She told him, the supple leather of her boots making no noise as she walked away smoothly.
Thereafter she would head up to the bar to place the order. Parting with the money she had stolen left a bitter taste in her mouth, but before too long she would return to the table and sit his drink down in front of him. She slid back into her seat, taking a rather large drink from her own cup, licking the residue from her lips slowly.
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Jack Spade
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Post by Jack Spade on Feb 7, 2015 0:18:18 GMT
A smirk settled on Jack’s features as Riley explained she liked things that got her drunk fast. Fast was nice, fast cars, fast people, fast drugs. They all had their perks. As she shrugged off her jacket and pulled the cash and phone, he watched silently, carefully. As she stepped away and assured she’d be right back, he gave a nod before turning his gaze to the table, his eyes flashing across the cards as his fingers rattled on their absent minded symphony.
Few would see the shadow as it stretched itself from under its host and slid along the floor in a black pool. Fewer would make anything of it considering the lighting was bad enough that it could be coming from anywhere. However, its host knew better. Jack knew better. The shadow that stretched and pulled itself all the way up to Riley’s own shadow disappeared within it as she walked, and a small smirk graced Jack’s features. She could run, but she wouldn’t be able to hide. Luckily for Riley, the girl had returned of her own accord and with drinks in hand. Had she not— well that was not something that needed to be addressed here.
As Riley set the drink on the table in front of him, Jack let his legs extend and his back straighten. Stretching briefly and scooting forwards, he took up the glass and took a big swig. “Mmmmm,” he gulped it briefly before setting it down again. “Thankya,” he grinned wryly at her. “Wanna play again?” he challenged lightly thereafter. Sure he hadn't finished his drink just yet, but what did it matter?
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Post by Riley Bates on Feb 7, 2015 0:41:43 GMT
Another large drink of her Bloody Mary was taken as she watched him do the same. A little smirk worked its way onto her features as he seemed to approve. Truthfully speaking, she wouldn’t have trusted him to go to the bar by himself and get her drink. He could slip anything into it, after all. Did he seem like the kind of guy who would do that? She couldn’t be sure. So she figured it was better to be safe than sorry. “Already?” She questioned, grinning. She’d already polished off half of her drink, and it was already making her feel a little looser.
Before she could really answer him, however, that strange high-pitched noise that could only belong to her familiar sounded off to her left somewhere. Her gaze left him automatically, watching as the little black fox bounded up. He jumped gracefully onto the seat next to her and head butted her arm. She held out her hand, and he opened his mouth, dropping a golden ring inlaid with some sort of precious gems into it. The saliva around it was slightly pink, and she found herself wondering just how he had gotten the item. “Thank you, darling~” She sat back so he could crawl into her lap before she slipped the ring onto her left ring finger. She held it up for Jack to see thereafter. “Pretty, neh?” She questioned.
Thereafter she rubbed her fingers absently over the fox’s head. “Choose a card for me, Bandit.” She told him, and he moved forward, pushing his nose against one of the cards. She slid the card toward her, flipping it over on the table to reveal the eight of clubs. She took another sip of her drink, smirking into it.
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