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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 24, 2015 5:35:04 GMT
 enough words notes: TAKE IT DALLAS ARIANA PETROV The night had gone on as well as could be expected in a strip club - filled to the brim with drama and desperate men. Both of which she found entertainment in. It was the perfect place for Deeply Disturbed Dallas to sit back and enjoy the show, and not just the one the dancers put on. Her fascination wouldn't be in her scantily clad staff or even the alcohol (although they were a definite plus), no, she was much more interested in the broken men that stepped through the door. Their pain was what made her life worth while and only fueled her fire, watching them swoon over sub-par women that were always just out of touch, it was quite amusing. Mostly because she knew her dancers would never be able to match up to what she had to offer.
Luckily she owned the damn place so she had an all access pass to any sort of gossip she pleased, all that was required on her part was to sit back and enjoy the show from her over sized office. She took to the title like any power hungry sociopath would, like duck to water. Having control was something she enjoyed thoroughly and yearned to maintain in all situations. Paired with a bitter need to manipulate, which was only one of her finer traits, would make her a natural-born 'dictator' of sorts. She ran the club like she did most things, with high standards and little room for idiocy.
A few hours of paperwork, a couple drinks, saving ample time for some public shaming, and she was able to call it a day. That was, in an ideal world. One in which her staff were attractive and had a brain larger than that of a small rodent. That would be a sort of drama in which she wouldn't have the patience for. Dealing with overgrown toddlers wasn't what she signed up for, though it appeared as if it was what she'd receive, regardless. Or perhaps her tolerance level was just slim to none due to the fact that she carried herself above most humans in general.
Murdering her staff surely wouldn't go over well with the police, a a pretty smile couldn't dig her out of that grave. In the past hour alone the bouncers had failed at their jobs, allowing one of the slime-ball customers to lay their hands on one of her dancers. Of course this was both amusing and unacceptable for an employee of hers, as she sent the manager off to dispose of him despite an abundance of threats. The threat in itself wouldn't concern her in the slightest, however taking the time from her busy schedule to figure out how to end him was a bit irritating. This would only increase her desire for alcohol, luckily there didn't seem to be a shortage of such a thing in her place of employment.
The woman found solace in a glass of red wine as she slipped down onto the tall bar stools and sipped at it quietly. Her dark eyes wandered to the provocative dancers in which the men drooled over, but she had hardly a reaction. There were none that even remotely struck her fancy, but it at least it was better than staring at a wall.
Sporting her typical slim-fitted dress gained her several stares and a couple of flirts, and although she would ignore such advances, she still found it comical that they'd try. Dallas was quite aware that she could have any man in the club that she wanted, however it was rare to find someone that met her standards. Instead she'd sip her drink alone, glowing under the lustful and often jealous stares she received. It was reassuring to have everything she believed about herself confirmed. And perhaps, if she was lucky, she could find one particularly stupid man to 'buy' her a drink, little would they know that they'd only be putting money her pocket and getting nothing for it in return.
The brunette crossed a leg over another and adjusted herself to lean against the smooth surface of the bar as she let her eyes return forward. Dark irises raked across the alcohol that laid on shelves across the walls, the stagnant bottles proving to be far more fascinating than the show the women were putting on tonight, after several moments thought. Life was good, at the moment; alcohol, an endless supply of idiots to torment. What more could a monster want?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 2:12:13 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES ash poppa in da house muse song animals - maroon 5 tagged: Dallas Ariana Petrovwords: 586 It felt fucking good to have money in his pockets, and to see the digits rolling in within his bank account. He would never allow himself to sink to level of a lowlife, he'd probably kill himself before that ever happened. Even though people often said money was the root of all evil, to Asher personally it was the roots that led to the fruits of happiness and prosperity. If he was downright broke women wouldn't give a shit about him. So what if they only liked him for his looks and money? He only liked them for the fifteen minutes to an hour that they took of his time behind locked doors. Asher pushed open the doors that led into the interior 'work place' of the lounge. Before the doors had the chance to close shut, a rather suggestively dressed woman strode behind him with a smitten smirk on her face. She reached out with her hand to drag her fingers down the man's arm only to get a serious glare from the man in response. "Don't ever touch me first. Besides, your time is up." He practically snarled through his teeth as he grabbed a glass of liquor from a passing woman's tray. "I control your pay, don't make me accidentally forget your pay day." He spoke not even bothering to look back as he threw the contents of the glass back, shoving it into the hand of yet another passing by woman. The club was dark, yet very much alive with the sounds of music, jolly laughter and the vibrant dark hued lights that beamed to the beat of the odd, exotic music. A man moved forward, bumping into the man, "Watch were you're going dickface." The drunkard man spoke, only to be grasped roughly by the shirt collar, striking blue eyes seeming to peer deep into his soul. "Watch your mouth you little shit, or you'll be picking that tongue up from the side of the road." Asher shoved the man back where he was met by a hefty bouncer who wasted no time in 'escorting' him outside the establishment. When the dark haired man had stopped observing the dancers doing their usual routine, he found himself looking at his co-worker, or rather the owner of the establishment. "Well if it isn't the self-proclaimed madame of the whore house with class." He purred practically as he trailed his fingers down the woman's neck, not giving a shit if she wanted him to or not. What real man didn't like to live dangerously? With a sly smirk he seated himself away from the woman, feeling quite pleased when a scarcely dressed woman set a drink on the table to which Asher took happily. "The hell's wrong with you now? Didn't get laid last night?" He spoke, still smiling from behind the glass of liquor. [newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 25, 2015 5:01:53 GMT
### words notes: she'll lighten up she's just pissed he touched her ;D take it as a compliment ashbutt :3 DALLAS ARIANA PETROV The one thing she missed most about her old town? Having someone that was able to play her game as well as she could. It seemed this city in particular was over run with hillbilly horse people, which were neither attractive nor fun to mess with (not to mention they all smelled like shit). It's what she had come to expect out of her life, unfortunately, having plenty of those to toy with but none that would return the favor. Surely she wasn't purposefully searching for someone to provoke her? That was all part of the fun, taking on a new challenge was what gave her an edge. Plus she enjoyed watching people squirm when she ultimately won. In that regard she'd welcome any attempt for someone to attempt to undermine her.
She'd either already put the men of the club in their place or had grown bored of them, whichever it may be had caused her to continue to watch the bar with little interest, dragging a finger along the rim of the thin wine glass that sat in front of her. Her employees knew their place well, which was both enlightening and frustrating. If anyone crossed her she could very well snap their career in half, much like the unfortunate bouncer. Although he probably wouldn't need much of a career if he was dead. The memory provoked quite a bit of thought from her, her eyes slowly wandering across the shelves, pausing occasionally in their travel as ideas came and left.
It appeared she had the place well under her thumb, just as she liked it. That was, all except for him. The obnoxiously handsome little bitch of a co-worker who was as much a whore as the ones that strutted around those poles. If she could even steel herself to calling him a 'co-worker' at all. She'd long forgotten he even existed, hell, she hadn't even bothered learning his name. She didn't need to know the guy to have him manage the things that she didn't want to. The woman also didn't need to know his name in order to sleep with him, which was about the only thought that slipped into her mind as she felt fingers along her sensitive neck. There was only one asshole bold enough to do such a thing.
It was one thing for her to toy with others, but for someone to have the gall to lay their hands on her without permission? Well they'd either have to be exceptionally confident and stupid or willing to play her game, all of which he appeared to be. Her skin quivered underneath his touch, her eyes narrowing, but remaining still nonetheless. It wouldn't have been surprising if he was looking for a reaction, but she wouldn't give him the pleasure of one. She certainly wasn't some whore that he could waltz up and take control over. That was probably what he was used to, oh how he was in for a surprise.
"Careful where you put your fingers darling," The woman warned him smoothly, her voice taking on somewhat of a coo, but as she turned to face him her gaze would remain deathly calm. "Or I might just have to cut them off." The woman flashed him an empty but confident smile to reassure him that, yes, she would carry out the threat, before taking a long sip of her wine. Only after swallowing would she allow herself to fully turn to address him, sending her eyes over his frame. If she had any attraction to him at all she wouldn't show, rather, flicking her attention back to his piercing blue eyes. "If it isn't..." Her head tilted now in mock contemplation, her smile falling to a cruel little smirk as she eyed him a bit too intently. "You'll have to forgive me, I don't keep up with the names of my whores."
She watched him settle upon a stool not to far from her, finding his confidence both refreshing and highly annoying, but it seemed as if most of him went that way. His question though would provoke none other than a laugh. Her amusement increased dramatically, even so her reaction would remain about as dark as, well, a shadow. What was wrong with her? Oh, so much. But not getting laid certainly wasn't one of her issues. "You, for one." She responded to his question with an exaggerated sigh, laying an forearm on the bar and drumming her fingers along it's surface lightly. "Now, we both know I can have anyone in this bar that I want. Including you." I own your ass. "But unlike some people, I have standards." She returned his banter with a purr of her own, it could have almost been taken as a joke if not for the fact that she was a bitch from hell.
If he was expecting her to fall over him and swoon over his pleasant appearances, he'd come to the wrong woman. Drooling had never been, and would never be, her thing, unlike most of the women he probably associated himself with. She was very aware that he slept around, though she would neither care or do a anything about it. He'd already laid his hands on her, which was bold in itself, she found it hard to believe that such a man wouldn't be able to take her taunts. "Is this your way of flirting, or are you just looking to get your throat slit?" An honest question, especially in her presence.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 2:03:19 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES ash poppa in da house The woman's remark didn't strike any fear into his bones, in fact it only made his smile widen as he slowly emptied the glass of it's contents. He had gotten word that the owner of the establishment had a nasty attitude, and quite the fire running in his veins. He surely wasn't going to be disappointed. Setting the glass back on the table, he gave the woman a steady glance. "Aren't you the feisty one? Who are you trying to impress? Surely not me, I ain't afraid of a little butter knife." He responded coolly as if people threatened to cut off his fingers on a daily basis. Dallas' comment to not knowing his identity only made his smile widen, as though the situation was becoming more and more amusing to him. "Oh but I make sure to keep track of the names of the whores within this establishment, even the one who leads 'em all out of the booty barn in the morning." He never once removed his gaze from the woman, he didn't want to risk her breaking a nail in an attempt to try and strangle him from across the table. The woman just kept making the man want to laugh, she was incredibly humorous, whether she was intentionally trying to do so or not. "Mmm. And what if I told you that you couldn't have me? You can't just go thinking that every man wants to sleep with you. Not good for you to confuse normal men with the likes of the half drunk filthy truck drivers and cheating husbands that drag their sorry asses in here at night. I am man with class, and perhaps you don't fit my champagne tastes." He spoke in a calm voice, but his eyes were as icy as ever. Of course, Dallas wasn't quite done. As the woman finished talking, Asher found himself resting his arms on the table, his smirk ever so present upon his unscarred features. "I don't bother with flirting. I let my prey come to me." He spoke as he met with the woman's gaze before continuing, "And you won't be slitting anyone's throats, especially if I get to yours first." His voice a hushed whisper he leaned back away from the table and back into his chair, seemingly pleased with himself. Hardly anything struck fear into the man's heart, he had endured quite a bit up to the point in his life, so why let something get to him now? "And the name's Asher. You should know your own co-owner for fuck's sake." He snorted as he watched one of the provocatively dressed women grab the empty glass and whisk it off elsewhere. "With manners like that, you won't ever have anyone knocking at your door for the poor man'll think he'll get rabies." He snorted as he watched the scurrying woman's backside before shifting his attention back to the so called owner of the establishment. Dallas Ariana Petrov played by red <3[newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 27, 2015 4:16:41 GMT
### words notes: i love these two x'D DALLAS ARIANA PETROV So he was both arrogant and brave. As much as she wouldn't want to admit it, both were traits that she could admire...even if they made him highly obnoxious. It wasn't often that people had the nerve to mess with her, which was fascinating in itself. Her face remained stern in reply to his smile, tilting her head ever so slightly while her pretty little eyes followed the movement of his hands. As long as she'd gotten her warning across everything was just fine in her world.
"Impress?" Now a smirk would rise. That was a concept, one that she probably didn't consider very often. "I don't need to impress anybody. Don't flatter yourself." As if she'd waste her life even considering what others thought of her. Though his placid reaction to being threatened was satisfying. There was something fascinating about a man who wasn't easily disturbed. In fact, he looked relatively pleased. The woman sat back now, only matching his cool gaze with her own. It was unusual to see such a thing, those sorts of people. People similar to herself didn't come across very often.
His jab would only cause her smirk to widen ever so slightly, much like him, now finding the situation to be rather humorous. Names were only of importance to her if they had some sort of benefit to her, in which case, they normally didn't. "Is that so?" Her, a whore? The woman examined her fingernails absentmindedly, as if considering the concept. If she was she was a damn good one. The classy sort of course, not the type to sleep any average man...again, unless there was some benefit involved. Which was only why his next remark would be thoroughly entertaining.
A chuckle bubbled from her now, followed with a wrinkling of her nose from utter distaste. "Funny." She remarked immediately, not necessarily making it known which part of the statement was comical. "Who said I wanted you?" Her eyebrow raised. All she'd done was make a point. The fact that he took her rhetorical statement so seriously was interesting, but in all honesty it wouldn't take all that much convincing for her to slip into bed with him. Her expression now returned to one of near disgust before clearing her throat. Truck drivers? No. "Class is something we both have in common then. I'd rather be caught dead than sleep with filth." The woman now shook her head lightly and took her another sip of her wine. "Though it's amusing that you think I'd sink that low." It was also equally as amusing that he believed himself to be anything but a whore. Sleeping around with the strippers that worked for him? If that wasn't whorish than what was? "So your taste would be the desperate and slutty type, eh? You think I don't see you messing around with my girls?"
Her dark eyes caught sight of the confident man shift forwards, the corner of her lip twitching upwards once more. Naturally she would lean onto the table as well in what could only be a mock. Resting her chin in a palm, she held his piercing gaze steadily, breaking the stare only to search his facial features. Her jaw parted to speak, if only for mere seconds before it closed again. Prey. The word had her at a loss of speech, if only for a second. This was what she would refer to her own little 'encounters' as, quite frankly it was shocking that he'd used a similar term. But it would be the threat that really got to her. She immediately returned attention to his eyes, her own lighting with what could only be some sort of playful, yet deadly mischief. The woman watched him intently now, her voice low. "Is that a challenge, pretty boy?"
A light shiver made it's way down her spine now, finding the thought of someone having the balls to attempt such a feat to be strangely.. attractive. Not that the whole dying thing was appealing, no, she was quite confident that she wasn't dying any time soon. Rather, it was the confidence he displayed. Perhaps this man wasn't as obnoxious as she thought? Not likely.
Maybe she'd even have to learn his name, hell, his arrogance would be fun to destroy. "I should, shouldn't I?" She flashed him an devious grin, making no acknowledgement that she had, indeed, heard his name. Now she shrugged his insulting comment off, her head turning to watch the help leave. It seemed Asher had a similar idea, noticing he'd caught sight of the woman as well, though Dallas could only scoff. Men. Her eyes rolled lightly, not taking it into much consideration. If he wanted to lust after sluts than all the right to him. Her fingers lightly gripped the wine glass on the table. "Oh I have manners, with who I need to." A wink was sent in his direction, but she had now redirected her focus to a nearby bartender. "But thank you for thinking so fondly of me."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2015 5:04:33 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES ash poppa in da house Someone needed to remind him just how the literal she-devil in the flesh had acquired such a job. Then again, it wasn't like it was a job that people actually went to college for, let along brag about to their friends and family. Honestly, all he really cared about is that he got a nice sum of money every other week from the establishment, and wasn't that all that mattered in the end? At least he wasn't dumb enough to knock a bitch up and have her expect him to pay child support. He honestly didn't understand that. If they could lay on their backs like dogs, they could just as easily acquire a job on their own and pay for their own damn heathen. But, that was beyond the point. Was it so bad that he had zoned the woman out for a brief moment? "Only a challenge if you wish for it to be." He spoke softly, his voice liked thickened honey. "Me? Thinking fondly of you? You're going to need to pull that barbed stick out of your ass, not everyone in the world thinks you're the top dog, princess." He countered, and sure enough it was probably true. Perhaps the woman was so in the zone about commanding others and bossing them around, and having people act submissive in response to her made her believe she was actually some kind of damn dictator. The thought almost made the man snort. "I think the only manners you'd probably know is how to roll over when you deem it appropriate. But what do I know?" Even if the woman sound otherwise, he'd still believe his own opinions above all else. "You could have daddy issues for all I care. 'cept I ain't going to pity you none. But hey, if you think sleeping with that bartender you're gawking at is gonna solve your mental instability issues, be my guest." With a crooked, highly amused grin he continued to watch the woman with great interest. tagged: Dallas Ariana Petrovwords: 'nuff notes: i do too >3 [newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 28, 2015 7:37:24 GMT
 ### words notes: omfg this woman x'D DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Considering the situation in which she'd grown up in, Dallas could say she was proud as to where she ended up. Granted, she probably wasn't going to stick around the little shithole of a club for too long (she never did), and she'd literally killed to get where she was, but still proud nonetheless. However, proud and grateful were two different things.
'Grateful' was a word that hadn't made it's way into her vocabulary. For one, she'd be the last person in the world to believe that some god or fate had given her what she wanted. Because lets face it, if there was a god, she'd be sent to hell. Not to mention she was vividly aware of every step she'd taken to get to where she had to be. Almost like a game of chess.. except deadlier. With the same token, she knew that her little establishment wasn't going to last her long. There were much bigger, better things for her to do with her life than sit around some slimy men and half dressed women. For now, the money was suiting her just fine. It's not like she had to do much, besides dictate and fill out paperwork. She had puppets to deal with the employees... like Asher.
She took his proposal under consideration, it'd been a while since she'd had a bit of 'real' fun (and by fun I mean ripping peoples hearts out). A curt nod was sent in reply, picking up the thin stem to her wine glass and twirling it slowly between her finger tips. Missing an opportunity to rip that smug look off of his face? Gladly. But it would appear as if she was having quite a bit of fun toying with him. This was the kind of shit that she lived for.
Again with the insulting remarks. Dallas let her face fall in mock offense, poking out her lower lip in a pout. She owned the place, if that wasn't a top dog then she wasn't sure what was. The last time she checked it wasn't some sort of democracy, so why the hell would she treat it as such? His opinions were neither needed or considered. She certainly didn't need him to like her, though she was probably much more pleasant as a friend than an enemy. "Damn, I think you just hurt my feelings." She jeered, dropping her lame attempt at emotions to watch him with a cool smile. "Well you know, you would have, if I gave a shit."
Now this was fun. She was quite enjoying herself, having somebody to insult that wasn't going to go crying home to papa. Though besides her occasional steely grins it was more than likely impossible to see what she was truly feeling. Probably because she never felt much of anything. But now? She could at least admit she was entertained. "Aren't you just the little smartass?" She questioned, more of a statement really, as her voice returned a low coo. "Take it as you will. If you feel like considering me a whore then have a ball, I don't need your opinion to know I'm good at what I do." Now her cocky grin would rise. "Or in your case, didn't do."
As if reinforcing the idea that she was about as unfeeling as glass in her hand, her grin dropped in an instant to a rather solemn face at his mention of a father, lips pursing. Offended? No, but she was curious to see how he'd react to the cold hard truth. "Orphan actually, shitface." Just how bitter was this man? Was he really about to sit there and insult her lack of a family? Strangely, she found herself curious. She had no brooding depression towards the fact that both sets of her parents had passed but that didn't mean she couldn't attempt to milk the sympathy card, all an attempt to figure the man out.
It would appear that she was thoroughly amusing him, the same could be said the other way around. She pulled her gaze from the bartender mentioned, returning her eyes back to him with a small smirk. "Jealous, darling?" Of course he wasn't, she wasn't an idiot, but the thought was humorous. Her smug expression rose now in reply to his own, leaning on the table again."Oh you're one to talk. Sticking your dick in anything that moves. It would appear to me as if somebody's overcompensating for something. Now whose the one with daddy issues?" She was probably treading on dangerous territory by now, but obviously, she didn't care. He'd set himself up for that one. It was all part of the game, if he ended up strangling her she'd know she won. That would have to be some sort of record.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 2:03:02 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES He needed another drink, or a hundred. Although it would have been difficult to tell, Asher wasn't really in the mood to deal with anyone's bullshit, especially not a crowned whore. "Quite the hypocrite, aren't we? Face the facts, we're both whores. It ain't a contest. So deal with it. Either way, I'll always be the one on top." He spoke as he studied the silver watch that was strapped on his right wrist. Like hell he'd ever get jealous. If anything, he made women jealous when he left them high and dry for bigger and better things, he just couldn't stand double dipping. At the mention of being an orphan his expression appeared to soften albeit slightly. He was no softie, but he knew that feeling all too well. He gripped his glass and was just about to take another much needed drink, that is until the woman's next remark. Tension moved through him at the mention of having daddy issues, causing him to grip the glass too tightly, causing to shatter within his grasp. "Fuck! He cursed under his breath as he looked at the blood that was slowly accumulating on the table. Biting his lip as he tried to suck it up and deal with the pain for he was too stubborn to walk away from this conversation like a pathetic pussy. "I don't know my father, raised by a fucked up bastard as a step dad. My mother is nonexistent. I don't give a shit about either of them." That was a lie, his father's abuse had forced him into the horrible man that he was today, and the lack of his mother's love had corrupted the man all the much more. Taking in a deep breath he studied his hand, checking for any bits of glass that may have gotten stuck within his palm. A racey dressed woman came over offering to aid the man's wounds but he responded with quite the temper, "Fuck off bitch." He cursed as he got up from the table and ducked behind the bar, heading directly for the sink. His injured hand was now trembling involuntarily as he ran cold water of his palm. "Stupid shit." He cursed, obviously more bothered than usual at the mention of his own parentage. His hand hurt like hell but he wasn't going to bitch about it, he wasn't the sort. Although he was fully aware that a bit of glass may have well wedged itself within his hand, like hell he was going to fish it out anytime soon. Nor was he going to go a clinic of any sort, he didn't trust random folks poking and prodding him with mysterious tools and medications. Fuck that shit. He thought to himself as he watched the blood wash down the drain alongside the water. words: 574 tagged: Dallas Ariana Petrovnotes: -_-' [newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 2, 2015 4:14:33 GMT
### words DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Did anyone ever really want to deal with her bullshit? Maybe when she was putting on the charm, which she obviously was not in this case. Why? She wasn't exactly sure, probably a combination of the fact that he touched her without permission and that she enjoyed messing with him. Why would she jump to the punchline if there was so much to be said beforehand? In some way, in her twisted mind, it could have even been considered a compliment that she'd bothered to hold a conversation with him in the first place.. then again, he'd sat down in front of her.
"I'll keep that in mind." Dallas focused on the man now with a serious expression, doe eyes following his gaze to his watch. She could almost smirk at the action, sitting back now and drumming her fingers along the surface of the table. I'll give you something to be bored of, you little shit. Naturally his lack of interest towards her would cause her own interest to rise. A challenge.
It appeared as if she'd won this little argument, marked by obvious anger he showed. Eyes flicked to his hand with a strange curiosity, with the growing pressure on it, mainly searching for some sort of sign that she'd indeed hit a nerve. She was hardly expecting such a violent reaction though, instinctively jumping as the glass shattered in his palm. She was only human, after all. Her feminine jaw slackened with shock, mainly surprised that it had been that easy to get under his skin. Duely noted. It would be valuable information for the future of course, stored away in the depths of her tormented mind along with his name. Asher - Daddy issues. The woman felt a small smirk threaten to form but eventually decided to stifle it. It was a shame really, that he kept his weaknesses on his sleeve like that.
Watching the blood pool from his hand would cause little to no reaction from her, not even bothering to move her arm from the table in fact. Her fingers did pause in their rhythmic tapping however as she shifted glances between his injured hand and his face. Damn, that was a nice glass, too. She almost looked fascinated by his withholding of pain, maybe perhaps a bit impressed. Even under the pressure he managed to finish the conversation, of which she heard little of. Daddy issues was all she needed to know. As the man stood and left she released a quiet breath and gripped her wine glass tight in her hand. She took a slow sip of the remaining bits of liquid and when she was finished she rose from her chair. Well, no reason to sit around with a bloody table and an empty glass. "Clean it up." She instructed to a nearby pawn, stalking off in search of the injured man.
Why was being a human so damn hard? Maybe if she was able to show some damn sympathy it would have helped, but if she was capable of such a thing it was probably buried in hell with her soul. That didn't mean she wanted her time with the obnoxious man to end, oh no she was far from done. Wouldn't want him to get blood all over her nice floors, right? She spotted him by the sink, naturally, and approached slowly. Grabbing a nearby towel the brunette tossed it to him. "It'll get infected you know." She remarked, leaning against the counter.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2015 13:18:39 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES ash poppa in da house Frankly he didn't give a shit what the woman, or anyone else for that matter, thought of him. He knew what he was, and how he thought and that was all that fucking mattered. Although he had been surprised by his own immense reaction to the woman's comment, perhaps it was because one had not brought up his parentage in quite a while. On top of that? It wasn't like it was a typical 'daddy-issue', Asher bore the scars upon his back and chest from his step-father's immense hatred for him. Said scars had morphed him into the makeshift monster that he had become in the modern age. "I ain't a bitch." He commented with a slight growl in his voice in response to the woman's statement. This didn't stop him from taking the towel from the woman, however, wrapping it tightly against his still bleeding hand. "I've had worse." He added quickly as he bit his lower lip in response to the appliance of pressure on his hand. He could take a great deal a man, but even he could handle only so much. After a few moments more he dropped the blood stained towel and studied his hand, observing the gash. Fuck. He thought to himself as he looked under the bar for something in particular before coming upon a small pocket knife. Why was it there? Well, why did women dress like whores and dance around poles? Touche. Now ignoring his pain, he forced himself to dig through his palm with the small blade, digging out shards of glass as he went. It took superb skill and pain endurance to be able to do such a thing, but Asher seemed to be the man crazy enough to do as such. He watched as small shards of glass dropped into the sink with a satisfying plink as they hit the metallic bottom of the sink. Dropping the knife as well, he reached for a bottle of whiskey, popping the top and poured it over his hand which brought forth a string of curses from the man. "Like I said, I ain't a little bitch." He finished with a smug smirk before he re-rinsed his palm and wrapped the towel around it once more. "And if you're thinking you can get under my skin on a regular basis, think again princess." He warned the woman shortly after his comment. tagged: Dallas Ariana Petrov[newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 2, 2015 18:38:14 GMT
 ### words notes: this is them rn <3 DALLAS ARIANA PETROV It was a good thing he wasn't expecting her to cater to his wounds, because lets face it, she didn't give a shit. The woman's face stayed neutral throughout the entire episode, being neither fazed by the wound nor the pain the man most likely felt, quite frankly it was his own damn fault he'd decided to play with glass. Therefore he could clean his own wounds. Her only sign of any sort of humanity would be in that tiny gesture of giving him the towel. But then again, it could have just been to prevent blood from going everywhere.
The woman casually slipped up onto the counter beside the sink now, crossing a tanned leg over another while watching him rinse the wound, about as expressionless as well, ever. "I didn't say you were." She breathed out a long sigh. If he wanted to let his hand fall off from infection it was his own problem but that didn't mean she was going to cut him any slack. At least he wasn't stupid enough to ignore her gesture however.
Dallas watched quietly as the man went on about his way, though that wasn't to say her mind was empty, oh it was far from it. It appeared as if she'd given up her rather harsh jabs at the man (at least for the moment), if only because she'd already learned what she needed to know. Continuing on that path would be repetitive, but this wouldn't mean she was done toying with him, that little shard of glass was probably child's play compared to what she would ultimately cause him. That was.. if he even had anything else to lose. Her head tilted at the thought, watching his attractive form pace back and forth across the bar in an effort to take care of his wound.
She would be jarred out of her thoughts by his messy attempt of 'surgery', her dark eyes narrowing probably from what was some sort of surprise. It almost made her wonder if he had something to hide, a pain tolerance such as that didn't form unless the body had been exposed to it, or at least that was what made sense in her mind. But then again, this was a woman that could handle pain better than the average male and her life had been fine and dandy.. she was just a psycho bitch from hell.
Regardless, he'd certainly caught her attention. Now the man had returned to the sink in which she sat by and Dallas found a smirk briefly cross her features from his remark. So you aren't. The impressed thought came to her mind immediately but the woman soon found better things to focus on, such as Asher's voice as he addressed her. Her big doe eyes shifted to him, almost taking on some sort of attempt at innocence as the corner of her lip twitched upwards. "Oh no, darling," she replied in her usual seductive tone. "I wouldn't dream of it." Oh but how nice was the thought that she had indeed done such a thing. She was done messing with him.. for now at least. "But if I did?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2015 1:20:52 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES Once the towel was wrapped securely around his injured hand, the pain becoming a throbbing sensation. His sharp blue-gray eyes caught the woman's attempt to appear innocent, but that was not going to work on him. "Save your angel looks for somebody who cares, like your plethora of sugar daddies." He snorted as he removed the blood soaked towel, opening and closing his fist before running it under the cooling water from the faucet.
He was far being a weak man, and his personality was one of varying types. He angered easily, and found joy in things that many thought were violent or harsh. If he lived life like every goody goody two shoes he would find life to be quite fruitless. "If you did, I'd rip out that pretty little tongue of yours to stop you from uttering any further bullshit." A seductive smile pulled at the corner of his lips before he stepped away from the faucet, the pain numbing. Thank whoever was in the heaven above for making him into the fucked up monster that he was, there was no need for him to curl up into a ball and bawl like a bitch over wounds that would heal rather quickly.
Asher stepped away from the faucet and pushed passed the bartender and drew a glass of whiskey for himself, passing one down to his rather shit-tempered co-worker. "I can see through that pretty face of yours, Dallas. You've got a heart of a dragon, but I'm sure you know that already huh Dracula?" He sneered, flashing his teeth in a grin as he quickly downed the shot of whiskey.
His gaze shifted to the dancers upon the stage and the drunken men who felt as though they would have a chance of getting with one of the women, some beautiful some ugly as fuck. "Why don't you put those dragon claws to use and leave work with me?" Had he not just been shooting jeers at the woman seconds earlier? This was how Asher operated, he was no lover boy, no romeo, no boyfriend material. He was a dick of all trades, and the world operated just fine that way.
The man wrapped the towel more securely around his palm before shooting the woman a glance. "Never was any harm in taking a break and having a good time. Unless you want to establish some knots and ties, marriage or what the fuck ever. If that's the case, you might as well put a noose around my neck and kick me off the horse right now." He snorted as his gazed drifted downwards then back up, observing the woman from head to toe. Ain't nothing wrong with window shopping right? [newclass=.BOXU]height:200px;width:350px; -webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1); transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease;[/newclass][newclass=.BOXU:hover]transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-transition: all 1.0s ease; -moz-transition: all 1.0s ease; -o-transition: all 1.0s ease; -ms-transition: all 1.0s ease; -webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);[/newclass] |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 31, 2015 6:39:27 GMT
 766 words notes: sorry, long and boring. DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Didn't some fairly intelligent person somewhere once tell her not to have relations with her co-workers? Obviously she hadn't taken the advice to heart. What would be the fun in that? There was nothing embarrassing or awkward (for her at least) about taking some sorry sap home and ruining his life. Blackmail was a beautiful thing. But would this one even have anything to mess with?
On the exterior he was a fine looking thing, one she wouldn't mind accompanying her home, and a confidence like his didn't come from any sort of 'deficiency'. But every tough guy had his story, she found herself growing what was probably a dangerous curiosity towards said story. Not for any greater purpose than using it against him, but nonetheless curious. He'd already sliced his hand open under the topic of family, an action probably intended for her, but what was the extent of that anger? Was it strange that that she had all intentions of finding out?
That was, if she didn't kill him first. She had yet to figure how a man could provoke such opposing feelings - the desire to rip his throat out as well as kiss it (knowing Dallas, probably at the same time). As of current the first option seemed more reasonable, especially with his next little jab. Her lips pursed with distaste, nearly offended. There was little to his statement that wasn't true but that didn't make it any less annoying; she'd worked hard to to get where she was (minus a few.. shortcuts). It was these shortcuts in mind that had her expression fall into that of a mock. "Ouch."
But then again, she loved a good threat, maybe she'd just have to reconsider her options. There was something promising about knowing where she'd end up if she stepped out of line; it was better than being blind-sided, by all means..even if she had no intentions in allowing anything of the sort to happen to her. His form of a promise sent a crooked smile up onto a feminine jaw.
Dark irises caught a glimpse of a glass sliding her way and she promptly took it in a manicured hand. She scrutinized the amber liquid for several moments before returning her line of vision to the man with his tease. Her amusement grew and with it came a grin of her own, however brief, nose wrinkling as she shook her head. "Cute." She drew a tongue over her top teeth as if she were considering the concept. Now the woman slid from her perch atop the counter and easily threw back the shot she held. Swallowing, she set the glass back in the place she'd previously sat and followed his gaze to dancers. "Just remember if I'm Dracula you're her accomplice."
She had no need for romantic gestures or connections, in fact she was thoroughly pleased to see he thought the same way. "I thought you'd never ask." Dallas sighed lightly and allowed her expression to fall to somewhat of a smug smirk; getting her way was a satisfying thing. But now that the topic was forefront in her mind again... Her eyes traveled the length of his body thoroughly and a chill rippled down her spine. He might have been an annoying little shit but he was sexy, she'd give him that much. And how lovely it was to know that she was able to hold his attention for a night.
The woman felt his gaze travel her frame and a confident shine came to her eye. But the two topics at hand made her skin crawl; commitment and marriage. She visibly shuddered, quickly shoving the discussions into some theoretical pit, probably never to be spoken of between the two of them again. "Let's not go there shall we? We're both well aware of what we want..and it includes nothing of wasting our lives with the foolish concept of loyalty." She took a step towards the man, well within arms reach. Laying a fingertip underneath his chin she attempted to coax him into holding her steady gaze. "I am not so naive as to think commitment is in your vocabulary, but that makes us one and the same, you and I.. I have a thousand and one uses for a man like you.. but marriage will never be one of them." Her voice dropped from now, verging on a lusty purr as she tilted her head, "Besides...do I look like a pathetic little housewife to you?" |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2015 1:53:59 GMT
[attr="class","BOXU"] NAMASTE BISHES Smart woman.
He had to give the woman that at least, even though she had to be the biggest bitch on the face of the earth. But if she was a goody goody two shoes he would have not even bothered to hold a steady conversation with her. "Good, and if you were a housewife, you'd be mighty fine I'll give you that." He smiled as he stepped away from the counter, satisfied that his palm had finally stopped bleeding.
The club was alive with music and the drunken laughter of fat, lazy men. No one would probably notice or care if the owners of the establishment made themselves scarce for a few hours, besides one just couldn't let a fire in their ass remain unattended. "Bring your pretty self on then, that is unless you're afraid to do things your mother wouldn't approve of." A smirk lit up his facials as he gave the woman a mischievous glance.
Asher was nothing but trouble, but what harm was there in having a good deal of fun? It wasn't like he was out murdering people, now those were the real troublemakers out there, at least in his mind. As far as the man believed, he was an absolute angel.
Downing another quick shot of whiskey he slinked out from behind the bar and towards the front of the club. He weaved his way in and out of the groups of drunken men who seemed to be lost in some conversation about nudity and sports. The dark haired man snorted in response, it was a shitty conversation really.
The man headed towards the deposit for the coats, hats and other things of that nature. His steely blue gaze met with the slender woman who operated the counter, "I'll cover your shift, Josie." The girl looked about ready to protest, but Asher quickly calmed her anxiety, "You'll get paid for the hours you were supposed to do, just scram already." He growled between his teeth to which the younger woman hurried and grabbed her belongings before dashing out the door.
Like a snake awaiting it's prey, Asher lingered around the corner just out of sight as he awaited for the brunette to pass through, probably thinking he had left the club entirely. Nah, he wasn't going to waste good gasoline just for a little bungee jumping. When he caught sight of the woman he reached out with his hand, grabbing the woman's arm, and pulled her into the confines of the coat room, shutting the door with his free hand.
Not uttering a single word he set his hands on the woman's face relishing in the softness of the woman's skin. With a devious grin and a certain lust in his eyes, he pressed his lips against the woman's own, his gestures seemingly hungry like that of a lion. His hands slid down to the woman's thin waist, forcing her to close the distance between them. The pain in his hand was all but ignored as he set his full attention on the mistress of the devil himself.
Hopefully no one needed their coat anytime soon.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Apr 2, 2015 20:51:17 GMT
611 words notes: psh have some crap, endd. DALLAS ARIANA PETROV A gleam set in her eye as she watched the man turn from her, her ever-present (and smug) smirk rising. His impatience was amusing to say the least, she could have messed with his pretty little mind all night. Her irises drifted down his frame again, perhaps debating on whether or not to follow; (was he really worth her time?) but there were obviously more benefits to it than staying, therefore it would only make the most sense. She would think little more to it than 'taking inventory', 'gathering intel' in a sense. Was it not important she get to know the man she'd be working with on a daily basis?
The first step, would be to take the first step. She glanced about and after reassuring herself that her 'precious' club could maintain itself until she returned, stalked after the dark haired man. She found her fascination for him growing with each step closer to their destination, which she only imagined could be relinquished significantly by a few hours spent in his home; she'd never been very good at taking care of her toys and what better ammunition than personal information? Though it appeared he was more intelligent than the average and that she would have to remain in the dark about this man...literally.
Turning the bend she'd traveled thousands of time before she felt a masculine hand find claim of her arm, having little time to process the information before the light of the hallway slipped away. Her jaw parted as the shadows of the closet engulfed her, waiting for certain shock to take it's place but finding only a building lust instead - she was not under the impression it could be any other. A cool fire flicked up under her skin upon setting eyes on the bold man, his grin, that attractive gleam to his eye. The distance quickly closed between them with a gesture that caused an sharp intake of breath through her lips. It seemed she was at a loss for several moments, maybe due the surprise, but it wouldn't last long. Seconds, in fact.
She flashed a mischievous grin, hands lifting to slide upwards along his torso but pausing upon reaching his chest. She waited, holding the embrace until feeling even the slightest slacken in his arms - and then she shoved him. She was slender yet surprisingly strong, palms pushing firmly off his chest to force him back against the closed door. Her body drew close again, nonetheless, lips finding surface on his. If he was to learn one thing from the encounter it would be that she called the shots. At least, she'd try. One hand rose to his neck while the other reached to the doorknob, promptly flipping the lock to seal them inside. Nobody was interrupting this little endeavor.
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Once she had her fill there was little hesitation in escorting herself from the closet in which she'd spent the past hours. This was no love affair, no strings attached, just how she preferred it, but even she had to admit she wouldn't mind another go. He was an interesting specimen, to put it lightly. How wonderful was it that she had the pleasure of working alongside annoyingtheshitoutof him? Oh yes, the possibilities were endless, both of positive and negative context. It was their club on paperwork anyways, no matter how often she tried to deny it. She gathered her shoes with the thought, slipping them on before straightening and running her fingers through her tousled hair. Doe eyes flicked back over her shoulder to send a smirk to the man. "See you tomorrow, Asher."
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