Spinning through Shadows

[Clarice Caroll]

Classes. Cheerleading. Training. Repeat. It seemed to be what her days consisted of and, while Clarice only had herself to blame for that, she always looked forward to any moment she could get away from it all. She was even willing to have to deal with all the pesky tourists and annoying jerks that seemed to filter in and out of Kalispell now from the mutant news. She didn't get why people couldn't get lives of their own but she couldn't seem to really judge. She had no right to, at least. So the second the shadowy mutant was given the option to get away, she took it. There was no way she was going to stick around much longer if she didn't have to.

The club distract took a bit of navigating to find the right place of the day. There were plenty of bars she could have gone to, plenty of places she could have stopped, but she couldn't seem to be bothered with most of them. In the end, when her choice seemed to be between Silverlight and Tink's Bar. And as much as she wouldn't mind seeing some sexy ladies she could dance with, Silverlight seemed more like her type of place for the night. She had always loved the way it seemed to be two different clubs in one.

After getting through the door, she moved towards the bar to grab a quick drink. Rum and coke was always a popular choice with her. The fact it came with a small straw always made it perfect for sipping on while she danced. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to dance while she drank either. The only question was, which floor did she want to go to? The flashing lights from the second floor seemed rather inviting but she liked the less crowded bottom floor more, usually. She supposed it had more to do with her tendency to start fights than anything else where that was concerned, however.

Clarice leaned her back against the bar, sipping her drink as she looked between the two. Dark eyes flicked from the bottom floor to the top one, letting the music pulse through her body. What light was there practically passed through the woman, the dimness of it low enough to not hurt her eyes. She'd forgotten her sunglasses at home anyway, poor thing. Scanning, she tried to find a target, someone or thing she could slide towards, pick out for her prey of the night. Man, that sounded better in her head than it would out loud, that was for sure. She just barely caught a glimpse of a younger man and decided why not start there. Drink still in hand, she slid along the bar to try and get close to the guy. "You here alone?" Way to sound like a creep, Claire.

Tag: Richard Buckles
OOC: Hope this is okay. If you need me to change anything, just let me know~

[Richard Buckles]

Richard was still out of school and his student teaching after he got back from the funeral. Thankful he was legal to drink right now. He showed up as Silver to knock back a few drink to take the edge of reality off. He sat there in his grey collared shirt with a black tie. He ordered a bourbon neat and shot it back quick then made a wager on the person next to him about a drink for a quarter shot. He of course made it, easy trick to get drinks for free. Of course most didn't know they were hustled out of a few bucks but then he wasn't greedy so the person went away with a cute story and he got a drink.

He was there for a few drinks or a dozen and then ducking out. Though he didn't know he was being prowled on by a predator as he sat knocking back another bourbon on approach. She sat up besides him looking rather sexily dressed. She was wearing something that flattered her rather curvaceous figure that made a slightly drunk Richard look at her face then down along her body as she spoke to him. He softly scratched at the small bite scar he had on his face.

Then her question sank in and he looked at her face and recognized her. Wonder if she recognized him but then whether she did or not didn't really matter anymore. He cleared his throat looking over at her hard in the eyes and by passed her question. "Make you a bet. You do one thing I ask you no questions asked if I manage to bounce this quarter on top of this bottle here and make it stay. And if I miss I do the same. What do you say?" he asked motioning to a beer bottle that was sitting in front of him. He seemed a tad drunk but not smashed.

[Clarice Caroll]

She tilted her head slightly, taking another sip from her drink while she gave him a careful look over. He was young, far younger than her usual type to look for in here but she couldn't really be picky. All she wanted was a bit of fun, anyway. Someone to dance with, maybe steal a few drinks from, before having to head right back to school. Or Reid's apartment. She could use some time with her sister from another mister.

Clarice pushed that thought away from her head. She had better things to think about. Her eyes landed, for a moment, on the scar on his face. It was interesting, rather odd, too, with how it looked. She would have guessed a fight of some sort, but that didn't seem right. The markings didn't really remind her of anything she'd seen before. Unless it was from a broken beer bottle. That was possible, she supposed. Not probable, but possible. She'd just have to ask if she was able to get her current prey.

There was something seemingly familiar about his face, but not familiar enough to strike and memory or care to ask if she knew him. His question back to her made her smirk as she leaned against the side of the bar. She gently placed the glass down onto the counter as her eyes shifted from him to the bottle of beer he was talking about. That wasn't necessarily answering her question but what the hell, she'd bite. "Depends, how many people you already scam out of money with that line?" She asked. However, she gave a small shrug. "But sure, you make that shot, I'll do somethin' for you. Though I really hope that wasn't your way of making some sort of cheesy pick up line because, sweetie, if it was, it could use some work." She tapped her fingers lightly against the side of her glass, looking back to him. Already, she knew not to trust this. If anything, this was a scam, but hey, what did she care? She didn't use her money for anything but the booze. And if he needed it that badly, it'd be interesting enough to figure out his game while loosing a few bucks.

Tag: Richard Buckles
OOC: I hope this is okay ^^;

[Richard Buckles]

He laughed a little "Oh I never gotten a cent from this little trick. Now if meant through just plain old quarters a fair few drunken nights worth." he said not trying to be shy about what he did. She was obviously a pretty direct sort of person so he was being as well. He was a bit to tipsy to recognize her but also he never had her as a teacher so no reason to really recognize her. He just knew she was a sexy woman who rolled up besides him.

He took the quarter into his fingers then aimed for a few seconds. He bounced it down and when it came back up it hit the top of the bottle and stayed on top of it flat. "Besides didn't say we were playing for money. To answer your question I am here alone." he informed her. He didn't pay much attention to her critique of his pick up skills. He knew he was terrible at it just so happen that he didn't care.

"Well there we are." he said matter of factly. He gave her another look "Names Richard. What about yours?" he questioned. The alcohol the attempts at picking up women all seemed to do well as distractions. He picked the quarter up off the bottle and then took a drink. Some would say this sort of trick was a waste of his power but it's not like he wasn't a chosen of God or anything. Just a guy with a talent was all.