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Post by daniel on Jun 30, 2012 22:42:58 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size]  ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz sat on one of the overstuffed couches near the back of the underground. This place was reminiscent of the bronze and he liked that. It gave the city a feeling of home. Well in the fact it didn't have so many memories filled with death and violence it was almost head spinning. For him anyways. Vampires and the like were always drawn to the crowded places. Then again he was one to talk. He wasn't exactly normal. Not in the slightest. So he figured his assumption was right.
He sipped his beer quietly, watching people sway and grind to the music and he felt the pulse of the techno throb in his chest. He closed his eyes and just felt it a moment. It was as if he could feel the actual waves of sound hit him. Of course that wasn't true, but it didn't mater. Opening his eyes he took in the floor again, seeing no one he knew and feeling the buzz of the alcohol. He had to sort his feelings out on Willow, and he had to sort through what the pull he felt to Cara was, because it had now happened more then once. The wolf cried out in both directions in indecision. Oz had been right when he first came back, Willow did bring the wolf out in him.
He sipped his drink again, letting the alcohol still his mind. It was helpful, and the loud music made it hard to hear them. So he let Willow go for tonight. He could think about her on another night. He had come here to have fun after all. To enjoy himself. This was supposed to be his new life. He had already talked to the promoter about groups looking for a guitarist. The promoter had given Oz a few numbers and for that he felt like the night had been a success.
Now he was going to enjoy what was left of it. He had planned on dancing, but he had quickly thrown that out the window in lieu of a beer and a comfortable place to sit. His green tee-shirt had some obscure band logo he had obtained from one of the shows he had opened. His jeans fit his norm. His red hair was styled wildly and he looked completely at his ease. Then again he almost always looked that way.
Something caught his attention. A smell, something subtle. It trailed through the crowd like a sign. He couldn't place it. Not among all the hot bodies and hormones. The scent cast his eyes into a slow sweep, looking for the source. He wasn't sure if he should be nervous or excited. Not locating the source he took another deep sip of his beer. Hopefully it was the later, as he really didn't want to have to fight demons tonight. He was here for fun, not fighting. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jun 30, 2012 22:55:16 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -It was official, tonight was going to be an extremely long night. It had started out simple enough. She had gone to work that morning, met with a few of her co-workers who were all around her age. Apparently being that it was a smaller town there were very few choices for things to do so the library was apparently a huge hit...hence the larger than normal staff that they had. Seemed however that they had picked an extremely slow day to work as all day the four girls working had maybe seen fifteen people walk in....so to cure their boredom they had done what normal young adults would do...they ended up playing a game.
Now normally they would have played truth or dare but unfortunately this wouldn’t work out as they couldn’t really do much while working…so instead they made dumb bets that they could then pick the losers punishment. Unfortunately Maggie (a girl who was from Ireland) had thought it would be a fun idea if they all went clubbing that night. The bet was simple, if they could get a guy’s phone number then they would just go clubbing like normal…if all four of them however did not get at least one phone number (remember, there had only been at this point about 7 people in the library) then they had to dress like she wanted them too.
Needless to say the other eight or so people who walked in after that particular bet was made were all older women or young children so none of them passed…which was exactly what Maggie had wanted in the first place. The punishment was that they had to dress up to display their heritage. This could be anything really but it had to be obvious where they came from when they showed up at The Underground (which was apparently a club in Richmond) or else the punishment would double (how that was possible Cara had no idea but either way she didn’t want to find out).
So of course Cara, being Cara, she decided she'd make damn sure people knew she came from London. Putting on a red dress that was one sleeved that fit her perfectly and paired it with a pair of black leather pants that fit like a second skin, she definitely looked club ready. Now where the London part came in. Slipping on her favorite pair of heels (and really one of the few pairs she'd wear) she grinned down at them. They were white with the Britain flag on them as well as what looked like a few newspaper clippings. They were gorgeous. Her signature London bracelet was where it always was on her wrist, paired with a London heart ring and a red heart necklace, she was good to go. Well, normal people would be good to go...but Cara had to take it one step further and grab her clutch that again donned the Britain flag.
No one would question where she came from, that was for sure.
Once at the club (she had called a cab instead of driving, knowing her fake ID would come in handy tonight) she flashed her ID to the bouncer before walking inside. She rarely used the fake ID she had, only having it because she had needed to rent the U-Haul van to move and in Oregon one had to be 21 to rent one, tonight would be the first time she had used it for drinking purposes. This did not mean she had never drank before, but she hadn't ever done it at a club.
Walking past a set of couches towards the bar she felt the wolf inside her pull her towards them but ignored it, writing it off to the adrenalin in the air. Feeling someone's hands on her hips she stilled, turning around to find a clearly extremely intoxicated frat guy staring at her with obvious lust. Hey baby was all she heard before she rolled her eyes and turned away, leaving the drunk man behind.
She was here to have fun...not to deal with idiots.
Word Count:: 696
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s oufit
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jun 30, 2012 23:42:07 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz was finally starting to relax when Cara strode right past him. He felt the wolf lurch in recognition and he watched her silently as she headed for the bar. He felt a little perverse, watching her when she hadn't seen him. He just couldn't help himself, his eye was drawn to her. Not just because of her eye catching red outfit, or how the heels shaped her legs. It was all a little much. For a moment he considered bailing, leaving the whole thing behind. However he had told himself this evening was about having fun and the universe had provided an alley. He wondered if she was meeting people here. Probably. Not many people came alone he was sort of an exception, and he had business after all.
He finished his drink and set the glass down on the table in front of him. He let his eyes sweep the dance floor once last time, not sure what he was looking for. He turned on his heel and wandered in the direction he had seen Cara headed. Oz followed at a distance, not quite sure what to say, something that didn't say 'I stalked you here' would be nice. Since they had been running into each other an awful lot lately. He didn't want her think he was tailing her, since he wasn't. He wasn't good at small talk. Once he was in a conversation he was alright at holding his own but starting these things was always the hardest.
Some guy grabbed her and he felt himself tensing. He couldn't explain it. He had no right to be uncomfortable with men grabbing her. She was just a girl he had run into in the forest, who happened to be a werewolf. A werewolf who caged herself and seemed to not be afraid of his out of phase shifting. All of this was still sinking in. It wasn't every day you met a kindred spirit who also happened to share an incurable condition. It didn't matter, Cara quickly brushed the guy off and Oz caught up before she could reach the bar.
Now came the Hard part, and hopefully she wouldn't shoot him down like the other guy. With the alcohol already starting to sing in his veins he felt his courage raise. He wasn't exactly good at starting conversations. Once he was in the middle of him he could hold his own just fine. But starting was difficult. Of all the social interactions the greeting was the most important. You couldn't look too interested or you look desperate, and you couldn't look to uninterested or you seemed aloof. Still something had to be said.
Finally he settled on his old standby. He stepped up beside her and shot her a lopsided smile. ”Hay Cara.” He nodded his chin to her in a brief hello. It wasn't exactly eloquent, but it showed interest without sounding desperate. Still that was all he had and he fell short realizing he probably should have rehearsed something in his head. He hadn't seen her since that night on the beach. Not that that had ended well. Still it was good to see she was doing ok. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 1, 2012 10:25:07 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Once she had lost the guy she headed towards the bar, flashing her ID and ordering a screwdriver. She had a sick obsession with orange juice and knowing that it usually hid the taste of the alcohol which she was thankful for. Unfortunately this one was a bit stronger than she was used to so she could definitely taste the vodka in it. With a crinkle of her nose she put the drink down. She reminded herself with a shake of her head to sip the damn thing from now on instead of trying to down it, that should probably at least help to ease the burn of alcohol down her throat.
Hearing someone approach her she turned right as Oz said hello to her. Wow, this wasn’t at all weird. She swore the fates were messing with her as this was the third time in less than a week that she had run into him without meaning to. The wolf inside her settled immediately and she groaned internally realizing that it had been Oz that the wolf had tried to pull her over towards earlier that evening as she had walked by the couches. She had no idea why the wolf inside her wanted to spend time with Oz so badly but it was a bit alarming. She had met a few other werewolves in the past (though she never spent any time with them) and the wolf hadn’t felt like this then…so why Oz? Why did it seem that the wolf wanted something from Oz that clearly he wasn’t capable of being that he was clearly still in love with his ex girlfriend. Cara had never been one to start drama and get in between two people. She wasn’t that type of person and refused to become one.
Smiling softly at him she waved. “Hi there. Fancy meeting you here.” She stated with a small laugh, picking up her drink and taking a sip, knowing she would need the liquid courage in her to handle this tonight. With all the writhing and moving bodies around her and the adrenalin and hormones in the air she knew it would take everything in her to control the wolf from forcing her to do what it wanted, which was something she couldn’t even begin to imagine. The wolf wanted physical contact with Oz and while she knew that most people her age would be perfectly fine with that but she wasn’t…again…she wasn’t about ready to come in between Oz and the person he loved.
Knowing she had to figure out something to say so they didn’t just stand there awkwardly she took another sip of her drink and turned her body to fully face him. “You looking for potential band members in this craziness?” She asked him, hoping he didn’t notice the way her eyes were desperately trying not to rake over him. Jesus what was the matter with her?
Word Count:: 507
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s oufit
Note:: Wolf + Hormones= Cara not understanding.
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Post by daniel on Jul 1, 2012 10:58:17 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz leaned on the bar and ordered another blue moon. It wasn't his favorite beer, but it was better then a lot of the piss water they served at these places. He picked it up when it came and took a deep swig. Much like her he was relying on the slight haze it provided to clear his mind of the wolf. It wanted contact. Life was lonely and wolves were not solitary animals. That is why humans became wolves instead of felines or bears or anything else in that line of thought, that he knew of anyways, humans were social creatures at heart. So were wolves.
He was working on his obsession with Willow. He had come to realize just how unhealthy it had been He had cared about no one else for so many years it was hard to let her go. Hell he might never fully be able to, but it was about time he started trying. Willow had moved on long ago, and the day he found out burnt like fire in his mind. He hated her for what she had done, but he couldn't stop loving her even then. She was his addiction, and it was about time he tried to break it. In all honesty Willow had, in many ways, broken him. To this day he was still looking for all the pieces.
So approaching Cara was a good first step. He knew he was interested, it helped the wolf was interested to for it helped to steer his thoughts. She was like him, not Varuca. There would be no breaking out of cages, no midnight killing sprees, or so he hoped. There was always a risk. He was a werewolf. But at the same time he felt it worth the chance. It was rare he approached women, and even rarer he wanted anything but friendship from them. As evident by his long term fixation on an Ex. This just wasn't his forte.
So her off handed comment caused a lopsided smile to flick across his lips and he shrugged, ”I asked the promoter if anyone need a passable guitar player. He shot me a couple numbers. No way to find band mates in this.” He waved his hand to the surging crowd. He was right. It was loud and full of people who were to busy to do anything, but have a good time. He sipped his drink again, feeling the alcohol burn it's way down his throat. It relaxed him, and the wolf settled at the closeness of Cara. The feeling was a good one, something nice from a woman instead of painful regret. It was a pleasant change, one he could get used to.
He shifted uneasily, ”Look. I don't do this often and am feeling a little anxious.” He looked up at her from under his ginger brows. He looked a bit wolfish, even in his human state, the way he moved his head and his gestures, ”But I want to know I'm not barking up the wrong tree. So I thinking about asking you to dance...” He trailed off and glanced down to his beer as he took a sip, and excuse to look away. He wasn't good at flirting. Never had been. He got anxious of rejection, and uneasy about her reaction. Hell what if she laughed at him. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 1, 2012 11:47:53 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Seeing his lopsided grin did something to her that she couldn't even describe but it gave her feelings that she had never had before. The wolf seemed to almost purr (which was extremely awkward by the way) as Oz moved a bit closer though she had no idea if that was intentional or just because there were so many damn people around them that in order to hear one another they pretty much had to be either screaming or close together. "Good marketing skills." She told him slyly though she agreed with her consensus. "I'm a business major, sorry." She told him with a laugh. “Any time I see anything business related I have to comment…it’s definitely a character flaw of mine.”
Looking around the crowd when Oz waved his hand to motion to it, she was surprised at the way people were dancing with one another. If anything it seemed like the teenagers and young adults around her were dry humping rather than dancing, but she guessed it was probably the same thing in some people's eyes. “You’d be lucky to find anyone you knew in a crowd like this.” She stated off handedly, rolling her eyes as the guy who had hit on her moments before hand seemed to find another target who she then laughed at as he got rejected…again.
Feeling Oz shift his weight she turned her eyes back to him. He seemed nervous though she didn't know why. Hearing him admit that he was anxious she quirked a blonde eyebrow, waiting for him to finish his statement. Hearing him say that he was thinking of asking her to dance made her start. She would admit to liking the idea more than she probably should considering she had a feeling he was still hung up on his ex, and if the way the red head had acted towards him at the beach that night, seemed the feelings weren't completely gone from her either. Realistically she should turn him down in order to protect her own heart...and yet she couldn't find it in herself to do so.
"Well whenever you ask I'll accept." She told him with a smile, her brain screaming at her that she should run away to protect herself...and yet the wolf and her heart calmed at the thought of being that close to him. The music at the moment was fast paced so she wouldn’t be in his arms unless a slow song started…and yet she couldn’t find it in herself to care what they danced too…as long as they were together.
Word Count:: 442
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s oufit
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jul 1, 2012 12:05:01 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz chuckled at her comment of being a business major, ”Nothing wrong with liking what you do. I figured it was worth a shot. Dingos ate my Baby played a place like this in Sunnydale. Promoters know everything. Never anger a promoter.” He said matter-of-factly. He leaned on the bar and sipped his drink. He would wait until they finished their current cups. No need to waste the alcohol, or risk spilling it everywhere. Sure a lot of people danced with cups, but he saw it as asking for disaster. Besides she had dressed up so nice he couldn't imagine his own embarrassment if he destroyed her ruffled top. It was why he didn't wear nice clothes himself. That and he just didn't care what other people saw him as. If they liked him, it wouldn't be for the clothes.
Finally, unable to help himself, he had to comment on her clothes. It was quite the get up. She looked like she had stepped out of some England themed fashion show and it didn't seem like her normal get up. Sure she always seemed to be a little dressy, but perhaps that was just her nature. It seemed a little overdressed sometimes, like that day in the woods, he hadn't expected her to be running, or a werewolf for that matter in her get up. Then to find out she was a biker. She was an enigma wrapped in a mystery and topped off with a dollop of confusion. He found himself wanting to figure her out, ”So you're looking awfully British tonight.” He let his eyes flicker over her and then realized, perhaps, he let them flick a little to long. He latched them to her face at once. Alcohol had a habit of making him a bit foggy. He decided to stop drinking after this beer.
Her response relaxed him and he bobbed his head in acquiescence. That would do. She had agreed to dance with him and he felt a tingle of excitement race through him. It had been a while since he had danced. The wolf pressed against his skin like an internal jacket, craving the closeness. He ignored it by taking a few deep breaths. He would have an extra cup or two of tea when he got home. That would settle it after all this was over.
”Well expect me to ask once you finish your drink.” He said with a sip of his own. His eyes blazed like a tropical storm, their gray depths clearly showing the excitement his face didn't. He had never been really an expressive guy, a small raise of his eyebrows or a half smile was the most the average person got. He sipped his drink again trying to think of small talk in the mean time. He shifted slightly, well werewolf talk wasn't exactly public area conversation so he wouldn't touch that subject.
He glanced her over again and took another long draw at his drink. ”Are you supposed to be meeting anyone?” He asked carefully. He didn't want to keep her from her friends after all. That would just be bad manners. Part of him hoped she would say no. However he didn't feel like that was the case. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 1, 2012 12:36:51 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Tilting her head to the side when he mentioned Sunnydale and Dingos Ate My Baby, she quirked an eyebrow. "I'm guessing the name of your old band and the town you used to live in?" She asked him, her eyes alight in the dark room. She was guessing Sunnydale was the small town in California that was only a few hours away from Los Angeles. Her original plan had been to attend University of California Los Angeles for college but after hearing the rumors that the vampire slayer was only a few short hours away she had decided against it, not wanting to tempt fate.
Clearly that didn’t matter was fate seemed to be teaming up on her recently.
Laughing slightly at his comment about being British she nodded her head. "I was born in London." she stated simply before answering the question that most asked before he could ask it. "And I know I don't have an accent anymore. Moved to Portland when I was eight so it's faded over time. Whenever I get really excited or upset about something it comes out but other than that it's pretty much gone." She stated with a laugh. "However it's definitely a bit too much for a normal night out. I lost a bet so this is my punishment." She stated with a roll of her eyes.
Hearing him tell her he would ask her when she was finished with her drink made her want to down the damn thing but figured she shouldn't tempt fate anymore than she already had...so instead she smiled with a nod and took another sip of her drink, this one a tad bit larger than the last but not noticeably so. "A few friends were supposed to come but I haven't seen them yet...and trust me you'll know when you see them. They were in on the punishment as well so you'll definitely notice them." she stated, remembering that Maggie was going to be in on it too and she was from Ireland...so she'd stick out like a damn shamrock.
"Taking another sip of her drink she didn't realize that it was empty before setting it down and fiddling with the small straw and he ice cubes. The wolf inside her howled at the need for companionship and for a mate, something that caused her to start and take one of the ice cubes in her mouth only for something to do.
Word Count:: 420
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s oufit
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jul 1, 2012 14:57:33 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz nodded his head in understanding. He smiled though at the thought. He didn't often strike bets. Well unless it was with Xander. That guy had a way of convincing Oz to get into all sort of mischief. He hadn't minded it. He had liked Xander's company, even if they guy could get on his nerves sometimes. Plus his taste in women was less then stellar. He had a thing for demons, and even where humans were concerned he tended to choose somewhat poorly.
“That's why I try not to make bets. Its a fifty fifty chance and if you loose you tend to end up looking silly.” His eyes raked her and he quickly corrected, “You look quite good for losing a bet.” He felt that was better then leaving her thinking she looked anything, but good in her current outfit. Beautiful he might even say, though he wouldn't say it. That would defiantly be overstepping. Plus he wasn't sure if he was ready to start that path.
He glanced around for any other flag clad women, but seeing none returned his attentions to Cara. Hopefully he wasn't keeping her from them. Still she had said she would dance with him. So he assumed if she didn't want him here she would have batted him away like that guy earlier. Clearly she wasn't afraid to turn away unwanted attention. It was easy to see she had confidence in her. Which he liked. Speaking of her drink. He noticed it was looking on the empty side and drained the last quarter of his beer.
He turned stood straight, not really being that tall straight put him just above eye level with her. Still he looked taller then his usual slight slouch. He shot her another lopsided smile, “Want to dance?” he asked, confident in her answer. It wasn't every day he stepped out of his comfort zone and asked a woman to hang with him. Hell if tonight went well maybe he would ask her out to coffee or something. That was what normal people did.
A part of him wanted to offer her help with control. The other part felt that was sure that was overstepping. If she didn't want control he could kill his chances of ever seeing her again. He could look over eager to transform. Or worse he might make her think he loved the wolf. The wolf, had a different opinion. All it wanted was closeness. It craved her companionship. Craved the pack, the hunt, a mate. The last word made him cringe. The last time that word had been brought up was concerning Varuca and it made him blanch just slightly, internally though. Externally he held steady. He had always been good at hiding his unease. Even Buffy and Willow had trouble understanding his moods him and they had known him longest. But in the forest Cara had felt it, he forgot what it was like to have another wolf around. It was hard to keep emotions hidden when they could smell them, and anyone you had been around, all over you. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 1, 2012 18:51:21 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing his comment about making bets she laughed. "Trust me, I'm usually not a bet taker either. However work today was more than just a little boring and we couldn't figure out anything to do so it ended up being a really odd version of truth or dare except without the truth and really without any dares." She stated before realizing how dumb that sounded and corrected herself. "Okay, wow, didn't realize how weird that sounded. Anyway, what we ended up doing was doing group dares or bets, whatever you want to call them. Maggie, the instigator of this particular event told us that if we all four got guys' phone numbers before the end of the day we would go clubbing like normal people...however if every single one of us didn't get at least one number we'd have to go clubbing in 'her style'. The next few hours were so slow and the only people who came in were a bunch of old ladies and one woman with like three children so needless to say none of us passed that bet." She stated with a shake of her head. Anyone else would be embarrassed to admit this but she just found it humorous.
She looked down at her outfit with a snort when she heard his compliment. "It's okay, you can say I look silly. This is definitely too much for my tastes. Don't get me wrong I'll be the first one to admit I love these heels and my bracelet, but the leather pants and the clutch are way too much mixed in together." She stated, laughing again. She would be the first to laugh at herself, knowing who she was. She was comfortable in her own skin but she could still admit when things were wrong...this just being one of those times.
His offer to dance was met with a soft smile and a nod. "Sure." She stated, standing herself and leaving her empty glass where it was. She had already paid for her drink, declining the tab as she hadn't planned on drinking more than one or two so it really wasn't that necessary in her eyes. She could see the almost reluctance in his eyes but she didn’t think that was the right word. He looked worried for a moment and again, she had a feeling he was thinking about the other female werewolf he had ran into a few years back. Clearly she was a lightweight as the alcohol was already giving her a bit more courage than she usually had. She was always the type to be blunt but this was a bit even for her, but she felt the need to say it anyway.
“I promised you I wasn’t that other girl Oz. I’m not like the other one you met…so let her go just for this one night.” She stated, waiting for him to lead the way.
Word Count:: 506
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s oufit
Note:: Can I just say I love these two?
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Post by daniel on Jul 1, 2012 22:25:23 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz chuckled and rocked back on his heels. She had a point. It was a little overmuch for a night at the club. Then again she was wearing more then a lot of the women around them.The leather was almost over the top, but he had seen Buffy in pants like these enough not to be overly thrown off by it. It looked good after all, and he wasn't one to complain about an attractive outfit. Still he could see where she was coming from about it being over the top. Her long winded explanation left him with his brows raised. That was quite the bet. A part of him was glad sh hadn't gotten any numbers. Not for the outfit but for other reasons which he was starting to understand.
“Well I'm glad your not getting numbers from old ladies. Would be a little strange you know?” He cocked his head, “Besides, you look good.” He said resolutely. That was all her speech was going to get. He hadn't expected a full telling, but it appeared to have let some of the tension off her chest. So he could understand. He couldn't say he had been in that position. Guys didn't play truth or dare, that was nothing like truth or dare, with only other guys around. It was more a game to get something from girls they wanted. Which was why he didn't often end up playing. It sounded like it had made the day better, so there was that he supposed.
Her suggestion made him halt. He didn't know how to take it. She seamed to pick up on his thoughts the moment they sped through his head. It was a tiny bit unsettling. He stared at her with canine intensity, his eyes baring into hers a moment. She didn't know what she asked. However after a moment he nodded, “Alright. Your right, I'm not being fair. For tonight I'll let it go.” He nodded to the dance floor and headed into the throng. He sought a place on the floor and finding one large enough he stopped. Satisfied he turned and cocked his head at her. He felt a little out of his element. It had been so long since he had danced with a girl. He started to sway to the beat. Dancing was easy for a guy. He just had to sway with the tempo and look confident. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 2, 2012 11:19:40 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Giggling a bit about the old ladies giving her their phone numbers, that was definitely an odd thought, she then grinned when she remembered something. "Actually it wouldn't be the first time. Had some old lady slip me her number one time and then when I called her out on it she winked at me and said she needed a babysitter for her granddaughter a few nights a week. I actually ended up babysitting for her a few times before I left Oregon and we got fairly close and when I asked her why she had asked me about it in that way she said she saw it on that Betty White's Off Their Rockers show and thought it would be funny so she did it." She told him with another laugh, remembering her reaction.
A soft blush stained her cheeks when Oz complimented her appearance. "Thanks." She whispered. She was fairly talkative tonight and she knew most of that was because of the alcohol running through her. Sure she was talkative normally but this was almost too much for her and she wondered why that was. She had a feeling that was because it seemed as if Oz wasn't a talker himself so she wanted to fill the silence up instead of leaving it hanging there. There were a few pink elephants in the room so to speak, their chemistry being one of them though she truly didn't know if Oz felt it or not. Another one was the fact that there were two werewolves in the middle of a crowded bar or club type setting and the hormones around were felt by both.
Feeling his eyes bore into her she let her wolf come out a tiny bit as well, her eyes flashing an almost golden color as she waited for him to figure out whatever he was looking for. The wolf wanted him to know that he could trust her as well as the human host. Hearing him concede to letting her go for the night she grinned and followed him into the throng of people. She waited for him to turn around and when she did she listened to the music overhead. It was a fairly fast paced song and one that she could easily move to.
She felt slightly awkward as she moved, keeping her distance and yet being close enough to where she could still feel his presence. Normally she would have wrapped her arms around his neck and ground against him as that's pretty much what the song called for...however she was a bit afraid. The wolf inside wanted contact, more than she could give it and she was worried what would happen if she did let that part go. She was also worried that Oz would be offended so for the moment she kept her distance.
Word Count:: 494
Tag:: Oz
Outfit:: Click here for Cara’s oufit
Note:: Can I just say I love these two?
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Post by daniel on Jul 2, 2012 12:12:23 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz blinked at the story and shook his head with a smile, “Well a bit of eccentricity goes a long way.” He mused. It would be easier if people just handed out cards to give him jobs. He was starting to think he would need to find real employment. Well employment that wasn't band related anyways. He needed some money before too long. He had expenses, bills to pay, food to buy, potion ingredients to keep up on. Hopefully something would come up on the band front soon. He didn't really like normal work, it didn't click the way music did.
He nodded to her thanks, nothing else to say on that front. His point had been well received and that was enough. The floor was rather full, though not as full as it could get on the weekends. They started dancing, and he felt even more awkward. She looked good. He found the animal in him straining, wanting, needing. He fought it back, wondering what he was doing here. Why he was subjecting himself to this. Everything warned him away, bad experiences, the pure need of the beast, but something bid him to stay. Told him his fears were unfounded. He had promised to let it all go, and the beer in his blood made it easier.
He found himself unable to pry his eyes from her, the rest of the room faded out and it was just the pair of them, swaying on the floor. The music pounded in his ears, beat against his chest filling him with sound, and his vision swam with her image. The smells of the room were heat and fire. The liquid courage surged though his veins giving him the confidence not to do one of his trademark bails. He realized, quite suddenly, he had no idea what he was doing anymore.
It was the end of the song that drew him out of his trance. His mind whirled back to reality. Back to the press of bodies around him, to the serious danger he possessed to the room if he lost track of himself like that too often. The dj prattled some nonsense he was too busy thinking to hear and then a much slower track came on. He blinked as the floor began to couple off. He glanced around, and blinked at her as he came back to the world in full. They were one of the few pairs not wrapped up in each others arms. It made him feel like he was standing out, a feeling he didn't relish unless he was on stage.
He cocked his head at her now feeling like a bit of a prick making her stand, looking out of place, on the dance floor. He extended a hand silently, his eyes focused, and took hers when she accepted. A tingle shot through him, a stillness he had not possessed since before he had returned to find Willow had abandoned him. That inner calm that had let him stand under the full moon without fear. He put a hand around her waist and the feeling doubled. His brow furrowed slightly. For a moment he stood stark still, as if frozen in place just letting it wash over him. Then he seemed to wake up, he shook his head a little and lead her in slow circles blinking at his own distraction. He felt like he was doing a lot of that around her, feeling strange. Maybe fate was putting them together for it's own purposes.
“You know it's funny.” He said softly, not having to nearly yell over the music now. “I really can forget. I mean maybe it's the alcohol, and maybe it's just we are both animals sometimes. But its easier you know?” It was strange, telling her. But he couldn't help but wonder if she could feel it too. That subtle tug, the drive. The animalistic call. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jul 2, 2012 12:31:10 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing the music around her was like the beating of her heartbeat in a way that didn't really make sense. She could feel the pulsing of the upbeat song, she could feel those writhing around her, seemingly going further than most did in a club but maybe that was just her opinion on the matter. She could literally feel the lust, the love, the want, the need, all of it was in the air surrounding her and she could almost taste it. She knew it was the wolf...but a part of her thought that maybe it was the woman as well.
Feeling the music slow she looked at Oz, her eyes locking on his. She knew that they were at an impasse that neither of them truly understood. Or maybe he did, but he refused to let himself fall over it on either side. She could see the knowledge in his almost canine eyes, but the fears were there as well. She knew that other wolf had hurt him, though she had a feeling the other girl, the redhead from the beach, had hurt him more. She didn't know which one was holding him back, but it was clear that someone was. Holding him back from what she didn't know, but she knew that she had to help him let go...it felt like if she didn't...they'd both be lost.
Seeing his hand extended she placed hers within his, feeling how his larger hand almost swallowed her smaller one. The wolf in her calmed immediately, though still there was a yearning to be...connected in a way that she couldn't quite grasp. Feeling his hand around her waist the wolf settled more and as if by instinct she wrapped her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes. Even with her heels on she was only an inch or so taller than he was, meaning she was a good three inches shorter than him without heels. She liked that knowledge, liked the way they seemed to fit together, which was odd as she hadn't ever felt like before.
Hearing his soft voice and what he said she shook her head. "Everyone is an animal Oz...we are just more open about it than most." She told him, her eyes linked with his. "You can forget if you let yourself." she stated, feeling the alcohol rushing into her at a fast pace and before she realized it she was talking again, saying things that she wasn't sure were the right thing to say, but feeling the need to say them either way. Taking one of her hands from around his neck and ran one finger down his arm, feeling the wolf push against her, wanting, needing more contact. "Do you feel that?" She asked him, watching her finger instead of his face. "The yearning? The stillness and yet the inconceivable urge for more?" She asked him quietly, hoping she wasn't making herself sound like a huge idiot, but needing to know it wasn't just her.
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Post by daniel on Jul 2, 2012 13:07:16 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz took a few slow breaths. Forcing himself to mellow. Forcing himself into a calmer state. He was acting on instinct. Something he had all but abandoned. For a moment he felt human. Like the high school boy who hadn't been worried about anything, but his next gig. He forced it to pass as well. He wasn't human. There was no going back. He had the globe for a cure and there wasn't one. He was going to be a werewolf for the rest of his days. He took a brief moment to calm and he was Oz again, the man, the wolf, the one who had overcome the full moon if only briefly.
He swallowed hard, his fingers tensed against her sides for a moment and then he stilled again. He forced himself to relax the grip. Oz fought it back. The wolf was so quiet. Willow had once inspired this in him. Now she made the beast howl like the devil. He reminded himself he didn't know what he was doing again, it was a firm reminder to keep himself grounded.
Her response brought his eyes back up to hers. He agreed with her words. Everyone did have an animal in them. His friends more then most. Almost everyone could take down several bears in a fight without breaking a sweat. Life had a funny way of driving those that could defend themselves together. Then again each time one of them lost control, it was that much more dangerous then the average melt down. People ended up dead, and that was a cold reminder of what his life really was.
His eyes met hers at her advise. He hadn't let himself. He had been disloyal, which was about as bad as it got to Oz. He had crushed Willow, and he hated himself for what the wolf had done to him. Varuca had called out to the animal in him, turned him into something he wasn't. And Willow, that was a whole different can of worms that he wasn't even going to open right now. “Its a bit more complicated then that. I will keep it in mind.” He said tactfully. Maybe it was time to forgive himself. He had bailed, abruptly, instead of dealing with the issue so he still had a lot of pent up confusion over everything. So he had made some bad choices, hadn't everyone. He took a few deep breaths again.
Her response sent the hair on the back of his neck on end. So it wasn't just him. The pull existed. Her fingers left goosebumps along his arm and he felt the energy run through him. He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring. It was urgent. He resisted. He wasn't the sort of guy to jump on impulse. Besides that would defiantly fall under the lines of losing self control. First moves were tricky, and he wasn't sure if he should be moving at all. He felt trapped in the eye of a storm, any move would send him into the tempest.
“See I have never had this happen before.” he said quietly. He took a deep breath, “Its a little intense isn't it...” He wanted to pull her closer, but he resisted. Letting his hormones do the talking would end in people dead. He had to think with his head, to be smart about this. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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