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 Sex, freedom and Whiskey Sours

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IndlægEmne: Sex, freedom and Whiskey Sours   Sex, freedom and Whiskey Sours EmptyOns Maj 12, 2021 11:13 am



DATE | 15th of may
TIME | Around 9.40 pm
WEATHER | Warm, but coulds  are coming in promising a downpour any minute.
SURROUNDINGS | Its clearly not full, but by the minute people starts piling in for the show that will happen at 10 PM
ATTIRE | outfit


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It had been a slow night, people had come and gone. To be fair the show would only start in half an hour or so, not that she would be around to actually watch it because her shift was almost over. “Jules did you fix the men’s room?” her manager came over and started filling a glass from the tap beer. The blood demon made a small face of disgust before nodding “Yeah sure Frank, I fixed it..” leaving in her sarcastic remark room for Franks imagination to piece together what that exactly meant. Not that it took him long. “That bad?” – “Yes that bad, like seriously, men are pigs” she muttered cleaning down the bar’s countertop. Frank made a small noise of enjoyment not that she found it extremely funny, she actually found it just that, disgusting. “Can you put this out the back?” Frank asked and nodded towards a couple of boxes, if it wasn’t because she needed this job, she would have made a small groan of being displeased. But she really needed this job. So, she just nodded and walked over and picked up one of the boxes like it was nothing. People were always underestimating just how strong she was because of her slender figure. Even if you looked more closely you would notice how the muscles worked under the skin, purely for the fact that she was a blood demon. A race which strength matched a pureblood vampire, and since she was as old as she was. A couple of heavy boxes were nothing.

When she was done the clock told her that it was teen minutes since her shift ended, and she walked to the front dying to get out of this ridicules outfit.
alright Frank I’m off” she said as she come from the front, only to be met with a face she didn’t want to see, it was a face of; I need you to work overtime.
Sorry love, but a VIP just went through the doors and you know I don’t trust VIPs to anyone but you.” He had got to be kidding her. “I pay you extra” he knew just how to work her; knew how she needed the money. For what, he had no idea, but the thing was that money always got her to stik around.
Fine” she mumbled and walked over and pulled a tray towards her. She grabbed a bottle of their finest champagne flask and glasses enough for every member of this VIP club. Then she strutted over to the room where they would have been seated. Perfect covered for people that wanted to do business, and a clear view for the scene when the girls would start to perform their show.
Hello gentlemen, welcome to Lady Claritin, my name is Vivian” it was clear that she was from russia with the accent slipping through as she talked. She looked up as she pulled the curtain aside and saw the only person she wished to not see. Archibald fucking Barnes. She had to bite hard down on her tongue as not to make a small outburst of anger. “I’ll be your host this evening, here is some champagne on the house, but might I interest you in something else?” she said and tried her best not to let her anger and annoyance of the situation to slip.
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Humør : “Good taste is for people who can’t afford sapphires.”
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Archie shooed John away from the seat he had taken, signalling that it was his seat; and John didn't hesitate to scoop over, placing himself at Archies left as Sylvester popped down on the chair in front of the table. Archie politely unbuttoned his jacket and flicked it back before sitting down, letting his eyes drag across the floor, subtly paying attention to any exit and entry into the building.
They were not a subtle bunch however, the three of them, as they had entered the club. The confidence in their strides and their polished attire left little to no room for doubting that they were of importance in some way. Even if you didn't know them by their looks, in a place like Oakheart very little would have not heard of them. Lady Claritin was no different; a bar, a club and a place to enjoy beautiful ladies and their soft curves shimmering with glittery costumes. Most importantly was the amount of cash that would change hands during busy nights and the opportunity to use the space for low profile meetings.
Archie didn't waste time faffing about and he leaned over the table to catch Sully's eye before gesturing to their surroundings.
"It's a great fucking acquisition, Sully, come on. The cash flow coming through 'ere is perfect!"
Sully's nose wrinkled lightly. "We're not goin' over the top then, you think?" He grumbled, as he unbuttoned his own jacket and slid it off his shoulders. Archie followed suit, flicking his jacket off and placing it on the back of the chair, leaving him in his white shirt and tailored vest; flashing a gun-holster under his left arm. He gently tapped his cigarette on the table in front of them before placing it onto his lips and lighting a match to it. He drew on it with a sound that could have been easily mistaken for a loud sigh; blowing the smoke out sharply before he spoke. "What, with a place like this? Have a mooch, mate. It's well under the radar."

Hello gentlemen, welcome to Lady Claritin.
Archibald caught on to the Russian accent as soon as the woman opened her mouth; and although his interest peaked slightly at the notion, his eyes stayed firmly locked with Sylvester's, making sure his point got across. The lit cigarette was hanging loosely in the side of his mouth and he tilted his head at his silent companion, as an urge to rethink his position. Sully dragged a hand across his chin, taking a second before he leaned backwards with an almost unnoticeable nod.
"A'ight, Archie," he agreed. "A'ight."
It was a rare smile that flashed over the face of the old Banshee as he regarded his old, stubborn friend. "Good. Very good," he spoke under yet another draw of the cigarette, as he finally moved his eyes from Sylvester and up to meet this Russian's. The blonde beauty was glittering in the low light, every time she moved, the dress flickered and reflected the light and it made her look like she almost shone from within. No wonder John had fallen silent, Archie thought with yet another subtle smirk. There was a slight familiarity about her as though he had met her before, but he quickly dismissed it as her perhaps just being a regular here and having been in on the few occasions he had. "In that case, love, we'll have some rum," he told her. "Two glasses of rum and -" He snapped his fingers at John, as both a reminder to not stare so rudely at the beautiful female that had entered the room earlier and to know his drink.
John cleared his throat. "Hn? Whiskey," he mumbled. "And a whiskey for John here."
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In that case, Love
It took all her willpower not to let the confusion shine through in her expression. Love? Wait, did he not recognize her? She didn’t know whether to laugh or scold at him. He was the reason she was in this mess, well not entirely she could see her own flaw in all this. Never trust a two-faced banshee that didn’t want the Russian mob on his bad side. But the whole putting her in a container and just ship her of like she was nothing more than cargo?
As she watched him, she was properly nothing more than an object he could get a good amount of money out of, and when the money had dried up, she was no longer of interest for him. Bad move Barnes, she thought quietly for herself and plastered a seductive smile on her lips her pale grey eyes glided over the youngest looking of the bunch. To be fair there would be a very good chance she was older than all of them combined.

If he didn’t remember her, she would pay him back in tenfold for the pain he had brought to her.
Dark or light rom?” she asked and shifted her attention from John towards Archibald, she wasn’t sure if she had met any of them before. But if there was a chance that anyone of them would recognize her, she was going to make sure she was going to spend her time well. She liked her lips slowly as her eyes shifted towards John again as a small meek voice told her what he wanted “Two rom and a whiskey coming up” just as she turned, she made a small wink towards the easiest of the targets before strutting towards the bar.

She placed the tray on the bars counter and pointed towards the top shelve “Two rom and a whiskey” she said with a low voice as Frank came over to her “Did you hear what they wanted?” Frank whispered under his breath as he started pouring tree fingers of the alcohol in the crystal glasses. Only the finest thing for Mister Barnes apparently.

Think they want to buy your bar Frank

Her eyes shifted towards the stages as the music came on, they were starting early, properly because of the newly guest’s arrival. Fresh air glided up her exposed legs and she changed her gaze towards the entrance “Bloody hell” she whispered, as she saw members of the Whisper of death, what the hell were they doing out of Southside? Then she slowly turned back to her employee “Please tell me you didn’t Frank” silence “for crying out loud, not the bloody whispers of death Frank!” she saw how Frank swallowed and licked his lips “we were running low on rent and I didn’t think-“ – “bloody right you didn’t, you have fucking Archibald Barnes sitting in the VIP area, and members of the Whispering death coming in the front door” she shook her head and grabbed the tray “I’m this close to quitting” she hold up her fingers and almost pressed her thumb and index finger together.

The fakest smile formed on her lips as she greeted the new guest and walked towards the VIP area again, the heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “Here we are gentlemen” she said with a sweet voice and leaned over the table started to set up the glasses for them, then she leaned back and looked at each of them “Anything else I can do for you?
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Archibald raised his eyebrow lightly at the blonde. He tilted his head at the question and locked his blue eyes with hers, drawing on his cigarette as he did so. He slowly let the smoke out his mouth. "Whatever Frank sees fit," he replied with a sharp dismissiveness through his exhale.
Unfazed by his tone of voice, the Russian blonde - what had she called herself? Vivian? - spun around making her dress flick reflections of shimmering lights around any nearby target and sent a flirtatious wink towards John. Archies eyebrow raised further up in his forehead and the side of his mouth raised with it in a wry smile. He shifted his gaze from the girl to John who, without exaggeration, turned bright pink in the face.
A warm, roaring laugh escaped Sylvester and echoed through the scene as Vivian left their little corner.
"Stop gawking at the waitress, Johnny, and enjoy the show." The music started as if timed with his words and both Sylvester and John turned their heads towards the stage. Archie liked it. This atmosphere. It reminded him of the late 20's after the war where everyone simply enjoyed life. Drank their drinks, flourished through the nightlife and were allowed to smoke inside. Not that he respected the places where they wouldn't allow him his cigarettes of course.

Where John and Sylvesters eyes quickly caught onto the flashy costumes and long legs that strutted around the stage, Archibald's got caught by an entirely different matter. He had taken on a habit of always placing himself facing the front door; preferably in a dark corner or somewhere he could observe without necessarily being observed and it had served him well tonight. No costumes or beautiful ladies could distract him from what walked through the door.
He didn't flinch. Didn't move a single inch or show the annoyance nor the surprise on his face - for anyone looking his way, it looked like he was simply noting the presence of the demons walking through the door, but his insides bubbled with anger.  
"I'll bust your heads lads if you move your eyes from the dancers," he stated bluntly. John and Sully were luckily well versed in the game, and although their smiles faded slightly, that was the only tell that they had even heard his low, calm voice. "But that nebby bunch of demon bastards from Southside just walked in."
"The Whispering Death, that?" John muttered through clenched teeth, leaning forwards to hear Archie better over the music. "Wanna punch their Newtons in, mh?"
"Shut your yap, Johnnie."
"We're not doing their fucking teeth in, John."

Here we are gentlemen.
They all turned their attention to the russian accent; John with an innocent smile, as if he'd not just suggested to start at fight, and Sylvester eyeing up his drink. Archibald removed every ounce of hostility towards the woman, and turned on an almost-smile for her, as she put down the glasses on the table.
"You could perhaps tell me, what that bunch of trouble-Southsiders are doing here, mh?" The smile had gone as quickly as it had come.
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She looked at Archie as he asked what the other gang was doing here. A slow building smile formed on her lips as her head slowly titled to the right. She didn’t even need words for them to understand what her expression was telling them; why should I tell you?
Her tongue slowly parted her lips and licked ever so slowly her top and then the bottom lip. “I could” she said and then an almost dangerous smirk pulled the strings of her heart-shaped lips. Knowing very well it was a daring road to go down, denying the Archibald Barnes information. But he didn’t need to wait that long before she made a small annoying sigh. “Not that it should concern you, since this neutral ground as of right now; Frank didn’t meet the last month’s rent and here we are, now since you are VIP, I could get rid of them for you if they disturb the show for you fine three gentlemen?” she said with a sweet voice not taking her eyes from his, recognize me yet Archie? But then again, these last months had done something for the silver spooned, somewhat annoying oblivious rich girl from Russia. Using her powers to get rid of most of the unwanted guest had cut the cost of having a or multiple door men.

Or” she leaned over the table grabbing the champagne flask started to fiddle with the opening “We could all just be civilized until you decide to buy the place, hm Archie?” all her movements were poised enough to let a person know that she wasn’t born in the slums. They were almost like a dancer preforming a show as she pressed the cork of the flask and a small pop was made. The liquid inside the flask glided down the outer side and made her fingers slightly sticky as she started pouring down their flute glasses.

Now what will it be? Want to make a scene, want me to get them out, or do we just pretend that we all get a long and look at the nice ladies taking of their clothes?
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I could.
Her words had a particular playfulness in them, as thought she thought it was a game they were playing. Warm but audacious with a slight smile that made her blue eyes twinkle in the dim light; reflecting the state of the short, sparkly dress she sported. That exactly look, the slight smirk, gave her away immediately.
Not one ordinary girl would dare such a feat. Sarcasm against him? That took courage and either ignorance or knowledge, and something told him that although bold, she wasn’t ignorant. His jaw tensed ever so lightly, and he tilted his head as he regarded her with a straight face, very clearly stating that he was displeased about her taunting. She must have known that he had ways of getting his information regardless of her attitude. The atmosphere tensed remarkably as both John and Sully dragged their eyes away from the dancers and the music, looking up at the blond girl with knitted eyebrows awaiting Archies move.

Then she spoke.
John lowered his tensed shoulders and straightened his back, as her voice spoke clearly and sharply across the music. Archie lifted his glass and swirled around the golden liquor as she spoke. In a movement as fluid as the rum in his glass, he lifted it to his lips and removed his cigarette before taking a sip.
A low hum made it through his mouth. “No such thing as neutral ground,” he pointed out with a shake of his head. She seemed to lean closer, continuing her tauntingly sweet voice that shone of innocence. An innocence he firmly believed didn't exist at all. His eyes were still locked onto his, not blinking or moving the slightest. She was the first to move, her eyes flickering to the bottle on the table before returning to his. He finally blinked, hearing his nickname being spoken like that.
Both John and Sully looked up with eyes widening.
“Only me friends call me Archie, love. What makes ye think we're friends?”
Her fluid, graceful movements continued as she popped the cork off the champagne. His eyes left her face for the first time in minutes to look at the champagne, pouring over her hand. She was not from here was one thing for sure. It was intriguing how she danced around them. Russians, he thought. There was really something entirely different about them. Russians.
It dawned on him then, exactly where he had seen her before, and his eyes lifted towards her again. The taunting all made sense now. The lack of fear. The sass. She had known something that he hadn't at it had given her the upper hand. The corner of Archie's mouth lifted at the realisation and as she lifted the bottle from the last of the glasses, he grabbed onto her wrist; sticky from the champagne that had poured over her delicate hands. He locked his eyes onto hers. "Sit down."
John shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. Sully raised a hand to his forehead with an annoyed grunt, clearly stating that he wasn't appreciating the drama that Archie seemed to constantly cause when they were out and about.
"John, Sully, I think it's time for you two to find Frank and draw up a contract."
The boys knew better than to second guess him and got up. John reached for his champagne glass, wanting to take it with him, but Archie placed his cigarette back in his mouth and grabbed onto it, pulling it closer to them, leaving the glass in front of the blonde demon.
"Vivian, was it?" It was his turn to flash glistening amusement in his eyes. He tightened his grip slightly, tilting his head at her, before letting go of her wrist, taking the bottle from her hand and placing it on the table. "What a pitiful alias, Miss Demidov. And you who've such a pretty name."
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She looked up just as she had put down the last glass she had started to fill, but what she was met with was a man that had figured out who she was. She might have been annoyed, if she hadn’t made it almost painful obvious for him. What did take her by surprise was how he reacted. His hand that grabbed around her waist still holding around the champagne flask she sat down, not as graceful as she would have liked. “Mr. Barnes careful about the merchandise” she got out with a slight sarcasm in her tone, her eyes found his and she didn’t even take notice of how John shuffled uncomfortable to give her room for her to sit down. Had it been any other man she would have ripped her hand out of his grip giving him a singing palm to the face.

Her eyes didn’t even leave his as he ordered his men to draw up a contract for the place. She was much more interested in finding out just what was going through the banshee’s mind. Not that it was easy, closed book didn’t cover how well he played the game. Thoughtless of her she had found that so awfully intriguing that it had let her to trust him. How bloody foolish she had been, but just because he had taken the queen of the chessboard didn’t mean he had one this chess game. She still had her pawns, and if one knew how to play them, they could turn into an army before long.

Juliya didn’t move a muscle or say a word as he let her wrist go, or when he took away the bottle in her hand. But a smile grew ever so slowly on her lips as he kept talking. “Well Frank does name the girls in his bar, I have a small notion you wouldn’t even remember if I had told you my real name, call me cynical like that” she said with barely a whisper, she leaned over towards him, and her fingers grabbed the cigarette that he had placed between his lips and plucked it out only to take a drag from it herself and push the white smoke up in the air. “Maybe you had just thought I would be dead by now? Leaving me in a fucking container shipping me of like a thing, it was awfully close, I’ll tell you that” even as she dragged out some of the words, anger never really showed on her face even as she felt them like a slow building fire in her chest. Just looking at him could get her to clench her jaw tight shut.

Made a fatal mistake that night Archibald, I could have given you so much more than just the money in my pocket, but then again, can’t blame you for being narrowminded” there was a slight passion burning in her eyes as she titled her head back, almost like she enjoyed this more than she would like to let on. She leaned a little back and took the glass of champagne that he had put in front of her, though she didn’t drink from it.
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Archie hardly moved a muscle as she sat down and didn’t pay further attention to the boys as they left. John and Sully knew how to do a good deal and he trusted them to settle the matter of the terms of contract with Frank. They would promise Frank that he could still manage the place, of course, but would take over the accounting and make a few changes to make the place profitable again. And they would provide security; that was a given. In turn they would have a private place to stay and do business and they would have a great spot to launder a bit of cash if they needed to.
He lowered his eyes down to her chin; slightly pushed forwards in celebration of her cleverness. It was an arrogant move to him and something that only served to underline her heritage. The extravagant parties she had grown up in. The harshly taught manners and the silver spoon in her mouth. He should have noticed it sooner. Now that he had, she stood out so clearly from the rest of the people who worked the bar. A right scoop for Frank, truth be told, to find a pretty girl brave enough to take on a bit of dirty work. Too pretty, in fact, to work behind a bar such as here. He slowly raised his gaze back to hers without moving his head, locking his icy blue eyes with her stormy grey, as she started speaking.
Once again he took notice of how her face moved. How her chin raised. How the corners of her mouth slowly raised in amusement. His eyes left hers shortly, grabbing hold of a fabric napkin he used to pat off the champagne that had stuck to his fingers after he had grabbed onto her wrist. As his gaze found its way back to hers, he placed the napkin in front of her, next to the glass of champagne he had offered.

Archie shuffled out a fresh cigarette from his pack, not paying much notice to her having taken his. He regarded the smoke swirling around her grey eyes.
“Frank needs to work on the names,” he replied, and tapped the end of his cigarette on the table in front of them, before placing it in the corner of his mouth. He lit it up and shook the flame off the match before taking a draw. “A Roman name for a Slavic certainly doesn’t cut it.” As he spoke, smoke lifted out of his mouth swirling around their faces. He regarded her anger with a slightly raised eyebrow, not able to help a small tug in the corner of his lips.
“Juliya,” he stated, surprisingly softly spoken. “You paid me to get ye’ out of Russia, did ye not?”
For someone her age, she had been surprisingly naive. She had not settled any terms of their deal what-so-ever and had not specified. Truly, he could have put in a bigger effort but it had not only been convenient; it had also been incredibly affective. Her family’s power spanned very widely in Russia and anyone of interest leaving the country by plane or car or train would most probably be passed on to them. “I got you out. Ye’re free from yer family like you’ve always dreamt of.”
It was a matter-of-factly statement without emotions; a sharp wall to her own emotional voice.
The way her eyes changed was rather fascinating. The burning anger turned to something else. Energetic passion, perhaps. Affection perhaps? He tilted his head at her words, raising his cigarette back to his lips with a hum.
“In my humble opinion fatal mistakes are rarely fatal after all,” he told her, grabbing hold of his glass, and raising it at her in a silent ‘cheers to that’. “Tell me then, princess, how exactly have I been narrow minded?”
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Her eyes glided over his body, and she took in a deep breath that made her chest expand. Her tongue glided over her lips as she titled her head slightly to the left, it was like she was sizing him for the first time. At first, he had just been a means to an end, but they had clearly seen each other in different lights than they deserved. And much to her annoyance he had a point, she hadn’t put down in specific terms on how their deal should have gone down, and for that he had seen a naïve old demon that had been sheltered her entire life. Which had been the truth, and maybe she had been inexperienced in the life he had been made his money in. With her lips slightly parted the smoke glided out without her using her lungs air to push it away.

A snort left her nose, princess, well it was fitting her family was seen as an ancient almost royal family. But the way he said it, she could almost hear the resentment of her coming from family money never to have worked a day in her life to earn the place she was sitting. The banshee might be right, but she had other hardships some he would never understand or would want to for that matter. She could feel the blood pulsate in one of the demons that had walked in, and with a snap with her fingers without taking her eyes away from him, she had found a nick in the man’s finger were fresh blood was forming on the surface, she didn’t need any more than that. Then she spread her fingers and with a shift movement she turned her hand around while taking a new drag from the cigarette that she had stolen from Archibald. The demon started walking mindlessly towards where they were sitting and suddenly stood in front of the two of them. “Don’t underestimate when I say it was a fatal mistake” she said with a slow and growling voice “Kneel” the blood demon kneeled in front of them, and it was only in its eyes that you could see just how scared he was.

We have territory here” the demon got out with great trouble. Juliya smiled and finally looked towards the induvial. He was a brute, almost two meters tall sitting there like a good little puppy. “Didn’t you know, Its Mister Barns territory now, and we don’t care much for second grade blood demons that think they own anything” the demon started choking as Juliya closed her hands into a fist and the demon collapsed on the floor, blood gliding out of its eyes, nose and ears. She took another puff before putting the cig out. “Now, Archibald” she said with a silky voice before she with a swift movement glided unto his lap and placed her hand against his throat, without squeezing. She leaned in close and narrowed her eyes “I want you, to help me take down my father and put me on top of the throne, or I will make your life very, very difficult
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Archie kept his eyes on her at all times. Her scoff didn't escape him, nor the almost-roll with her grey eyes. She hadn't managed to rid herself of her rich upbringing after all; clearly still thinking she was better than the likes of him. At least that was what he noted to himself. This wasn't simply about revenge.
He allowed his eyes to wander, as she snapped her finger and one of the lowly demons started walking towards them. Curiously, he tilted his head, watching the boy come closer and closer, until he was there next to them.
Kneel.
The slight fry in her growly voice made Archie's left eyebrow raise. This was most certainly a surprise. He had spent a long time looking into her family and by default her, before meeting them to do business some years ago. He had learnt a lot more from meeting her than looking into her; the Russian family being both very private and strict. He knew she had been unhappy with how they had treated her - how could she not, really. They'd expected her to be a breeder. That much he knew; that much she had told. That was why, he remembered, she had wanted to get out. 'Lay low', he'd told her. 'Lay low for a bit when you get to my country. Lay low and live a little.' And here she was. Living indeed but still so very obviously not laying low.
Archie finally broke eye contact and looked towards the demon, kneeling next to them. Perls of sweat had formed on his forehead as the demon looked at Juliya. Archie regarded everything curiously, observing every little detail he could. So she could control people. Perhaps through blood, if she was to have powers close up against her family's. Her father could drain abilities and powers through blood, he knew.
It's Mister Barns territory now, and we don’t care much for second grade blood demons.
He couldn't help pinching his lips together as she spoke. It was obviously noted that she had said 'we' and not 'him' and had somehow decided that she was a part of it all. She wasn't. The demon's eyes flickered from Juliya to Archie, begging him to contradict her, but as he drew on his cigarette with an uninterested look the demon's shoulders sank further down.
Archie's raised eye fell back into place as he regarded the demon. Spluttering, gasping for air and then, finally, laying still on the floor. That, he noted, would be annoying to clean.

Archie lifted his eyes to hers, as her slender fingers reached around his throat. His lips parted, listening intensely to every word she spoke, keeping his eyes locked with hers. She looked much like an angry puppy, he thought to himself, growling at him like that; the blonde locks bouncing delicately around her face and her dress sent sparkles around the room every time she moved. The corner of his mouth lifted in a wry smile and he finally moved; leaning backwards and spreading his legs slightly, making himself comfortable with a slight shuffle of his hips and let his hands fall on either side of her legs, just grazing her bare skin with his thumb before settling them behind her, so his arms would be supported by her thighs.
"How very disappointing," he admitted, his northern accent rolling gently on the 'r' as he pushed his chin down. "I'd 'ave thought you'd have learnt to play the game by now." He slid his arms backwards, placing his hands firmly around her hips. "I don't take kindly to blackmail, y'see. It dun't really work on me." He wasn't scared of her. Nor of her powers or of whatever she thought would make his life more difficult than it already was; without money and literally having to dance and waitress around Oakheart to make ends meet. She was away from her powerful family who he, arguably would have thought twice about offending like this. Another reason he was very happy with the way he had had her shipped to Gaia - the Russian family would never connect him to her disappearance. "So," he stated bluntly, leaning his head closer to hers in spite of the hand around his throat; almost touching his forehead with hers. "If you want me 'elp takin' down the Russian Empire of your fucking family; you better convince me how I will benefit from it and ask me nicely," he spoke slowly, putting emphasis on the last three words.
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She felt everything he did, it was so clear to a statement of her still being underneath him. Funny how it didn’t tricker her as it once would have done. Who would have thought, that what he did ended up making her more grounded in some ways that she hadn’t been before. Even for such an old demon as her, being a blood demon always had its downfalls, anger management being one of them. Good thing she almost found the younger man, this man-made banshee, amusing in some ways. It was clear none of them really took the other very seriously, maybe that would be the other’s downfall one day.  One thing she did notice, was the jolt of electricity that formed from his fingertips that lightly grazed her skin. She hadn’t felt that before, and it made her somewhat wondered. What could they have been, if it wasn’t for the very fact, that he resented everything she stood for. Or rather, what she had brought up with. Well for that matter, she could appreciate that about Archibald. The very fact that he had fought for everything he owned. She took in a deep breathe through her nose and let her eyes fall over his face.


The smile that formed on her lips, much brighter than his own wry smile, as his accent rolled of his tongue, saying how disappointed it was, that she somehow still hadn’t learned the game. Oh, but she had, even with his lightly annoyed expression of how she had formed her words. That clearly told her that he wasn’t as impressed by her, that she was of herself. Because something had struck him, just like the demon lying on the floor. It would be easy for her to take care of it. It was a funny thought though. Her taking care of anything really. She hadn’t lifted a finger for almost over hundred thousand years. And suddenly she was cleaning the toilets and finding places to hide a body. You never really knew where life would lead you, and she had never felt so alive as she did right now.

She almost purred as he told her that her blackmail didn’t work on him, she could see it in his eyes as they locked into hers. He wasn’t scared, even though he should be. The angry pup almost melted unto a leisurely feline enjoying the attention and touch she was given.
Her fingers glided up his throat, resting gently on his chin and jaw as their foreheads almost touched each other. Her fingers gliding over his bottom lip.
I got all the insights, I know every nook and cranny of their operation, and I’ll give it all to you” she whispered against his lips, feeling his hot breath mixing with hers. “I’ll even let you take over the entire operation, all I want is sitting in my father’s chair and see him tremble before my feet” her tongue glided over her teeth before they bit down on her lower lip.
How would Mister Barns preferer this lowly blood demon to ask nicely?” she asked him, she had nothing left to lose, nor did she feel like he was taking away her spark or power. She actually, almost, liked how this back and furth was going. Even for an outsider it would look like she was just doing everything he asked for.

She could make his life hell later, but right now she needed him. Clearly much more than he needed her. “With her words…?” she didn’t even finish the sentence, as it was almost applied what more she meant with, how she could ask nicely.
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A thing he had quickly found out about upperclass women, at least the very most entitled ones of them, was that they were so used to getting it their way, that someone like him, telling them no would spark interest almost immediately. She was no different this one. The way she suddenly purred and shuffled lightly on top of him, melting into his touch. Powerplay, that was. Her thinking she was so much stronger than him, and possibly even being right, yet not getting exactly what she wanted.
He would be lying if it wasn’t something he himself particularly enjoyed. He could pretend all he wanted, but the rush of blood though his entire body would easily tell otherwise. He didn’t flinch though or allowed himself to react in any other way; keeping his cold eyes locked with hers, as her thumb traced over his lips.

“Oh no, now,” he corrected her. “I never called you lowly, Miss Demidov.” And in fact he hadn’t nor did he find her that at all. He could appreciate how she wanted whatever variation of revenge she was after, though he didn’t entirely understand it yet. The Russians were very different to the Gaians and the Europeans he usually dealt with; even more different than the Americans.
It was an interesting proposition he had to admit. Russian mafia. Was that a world he wanted to enter? Would that benefit him at all? And would anyone in Russia respect an outsider taking over an old family business. Most likely not, he thought, based on the little he knew about it all. He for sure would never accept an outsider on his own throne, and knew that none of the boys would either. There would be thousands in line for that Russian throne before him, and each and everyone would try whatever they could to kick him off and send him back home. He could however benefit from her taking the throne if he got to pull the strings. Russian drug money were wild and old and filled with shiny stones and he was already involved a tiny bit; but more as a middle man through the harbour where he accepted money from another side of the Russian Mafia, so they could transport their drugs. A fairly old agreement with Calvin. He had to think about that one for sure. Russian Mafia. Blood money. It would mean a common agreement that he had helped her and that she owed him. That she owed him everything. Frankly he didn’t trust her enough to believe that just yet. He needed more leverage than simply having helped.

Her gentle purrs didn't fool him. She had easily shifted her tactics from intimidation to adoration - obviously preferable in any case - hoping to sway him. It was however curious that she would be willing to give him her body for her cause. Or maybe it wasn't Maybe that was just Russia. "You n' I both know," he breathed, her thumb gently touching his lips as he spoke. "That an operation like that can't simply be given away." He put pressure on her lower back for her to shuffle just a tiny bit forwards. She wasn't built for this. She wasn't built to throw a revolution. "Would ye fuck all yer enemies to keep 'em happy?" It wasn't more than a whisper, but the joy from the play they had started, started showing in a small glisten in his eyes and a light tug in the corner of his mouth.
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Any man that would just sway under her begging eyes, her moving hips and her gentle and insisting touch. They would be tossed aside, not worthy of her time. They weren’t any fun. Not like men, like Archibald Barnes. Or River Turner for that matter. Which would give a general picture of men that excited her. But even River had bored her in the end, as she had left him and their child. Of course, she had never said it as indelicate as that. No, like anything she always stood in the shadows and placed the invisible puppeteer as she watched the chaos, she had put in motion unfold. But Archie, oh, that man had up done her. No one had ever been able to do that. Which might be why she also wanted to work with him, the thrill of not knowing where she had him. Just extra spice if he agreed to help her, because maybe it would turn out to be the most favorable deal she had ever made. Or she would be sitting laughing in a jail cell plotting his very detailed murder.

Her a psycho? Why – of course.

She almost made the most perfect innocent damsel in distress expression, as he told her that an operation like that couldn’t simple be given away. But his hands made the mask crack as he pushed her closer. Playing along she a soft pleasured sound left her nose, her eyes closed just for a second before opening again. Her head titled, much like a cat that looked with wonder at the thing in front of them. “Archie” she whispered softly, removing her hands and placed them both behind him, leaning just an inch closer to him with her chest. “Never underestimate a woman that has nothing left to lose, or let me correct myself, that just doesn’t have anything left she cares about” lifting an eyebrow she let a slight sinister smile glide over her lips. Now of course, she loved her son, to the extent that her heart would ever be able to love someone. But not enough to not sacrifice him to get what she wanted. There was nothing holding her back, nothing that could be taken away from her, and that. That was indeed what made her so dangerous, and good to have on his side. His next words made a soft laughter leave her lips “would I fuck my enemies to keep them happy?” she repeated his voice with her Russian accent and let her lips glide only a hairs breath from his skin towards his ear. “I don’t make a habit of it, Mr. Barnes” her voice breathlessly whispered against his ear. Feeling how her hot breath was cast back after hitting his skin. “But some are just too irresistible not to at least show just how deep my appreciation runs” she left a feather like kiss against his earlobe before she let her head lift from its position, her eyes locking with his as she leaned further back.
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