Lena, an imp from Lust, meets the Cowboy Cassanova from Wrath, Striker.
Unbeknownst to them, this meeting isn't exactly by chance, it's been orchestrated from the beginning.
Lena was dressed and ready a good half hour early. Tail wagging she admired herself in the mirror, she pulled her hair up in a ponytail and smiled some. "Damn... Francis was right I do look cute." She was interrupted by a honk from outside and peered out. "Huh... ten minutes early..." she grabbed her keys and locked the door on the way out.
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"Whoa... didn't know I was picking up a model, damn." Blitz chuckled. His usual coat buttoned shut. "C'mon thought we'd get there early, have some fun." He winked.
She snickered some and climbed in, shutting the door and buckling up. She wagged her tail as they headed to The BackShot. Him grinning like an idiot, she looked to him and lifted a brow. "What?"
"Nothing... just excited to be going somewhere."
"What's with yer coat?"
"It's a surprise." He flicked his tongue out as they parked.
"Tch, okay." She chuckled and opened the door heading out and toward the bar.
He hopped out and followed her. "Hnhn, it'll be fun."
They walked in and headed for the bar, Husk waving them in. Music was filling the place and people were dancing, drinking and there was game at the pool table.
She grinned and climbed up on the barstool. "Hey Husk!"
"Hey there, what can I getcha?"
"My usual, make it two. He could use a change to his pallet." Lena grinned and Blitz chuckled from behind her.
"What you think I don't like mixed drinks short stack?" He leaned over her shoulder.
"Thought you might like to try something new." She replied and gripped his horn getting a growl from him. "Besides it's a nice drink."
"Mmm... alright." He said and sat beside her taking his coat off as she released him. "Whatcha think?"
"Oh... alright then... what ya come to dance? Not just drink." She teased and flicked her tongue out, claw wrapping around her glass as she took a sip.
"Yer damn right I did." He said and took a sip from his own drink. Tail swaying back and forth. "Okay this is fucking good."
She giggled some and nodded. "It's vodka, cranberry juice, mango nectar and just a squirt of orange." She smirked.
He leaned in and lifted a brow, "And what do they call it?"
"The Temptress." She blushed and turned her head. Tail wagging some she relaxed taking a drink.
"Hnhn, yer blushing there cutie." He sipped it and stood then grabbed her hand. "C'mon Lena, dance with me."
Lena snickered some and finished her drink then slid off the stool and joined him. "Oh alright if you insist." She purred.
