Ice Hearts (Redypookinsbby/Dallas)

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for Andrew Gap Pierce

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DALLAS ARIANA PETROV

Naturally after their little fight the brunette kept close tabs on the man, which wasn't all that hard to do considering she saw him on a daily basis. Like any sort of monster she was curious to see how her work played out. Dallas was confident she'd done her job well in shattering the other woman, as well as calling the mans demons out to play.

The two appeared to be a fascinating couple, a handsome creature such as he hanging around with a woman so mentally fried. Of course 'fascinating' would only mean that she had every intent to destroy them. He didn't deserve her and he'd seem to forgotten it. Luckily it didn't seem to be all that hard to tear them apart. They were already a train wreck, they'd inevitably fail anyways. The whole 'opposites attract' crap was bullshit in her opinion. Love didn't exist. She was quite eager to prove her point and ruin them, to see the doubt she'd planted fester in his mind. The reality was, it wasn't even true, but for an easily shaken relationship such as his.. damn was it fun to throw ideas around. All it took was for one little doubt of someones loyalty to send them crashing.. and she would only be there to pick up the pieces. In all the wrong ways.

She watched that goodhearted nature die from his eyes with each growing day as he realized the cold hard truth.. that she was right. His little 'love life' was a figment of his imagination. Even if her conniving thoughts had been fake, that didn't mean they wouldn't eventually be true. Now what once was a man was replaced with something much more... attractive, and boy was she proud of what she'd done. Why wouldn't she be? She'd created one of her own in hardly any time at all. That was quite the accomplishment. All that was left for her to was to step in and finish the job, officially proving her right that loyalty didn't exist. Oh the things she did to maintain her confidence.

If it was even possible her arrogance had doubled, as it did after each successful little 'meal', even if she hadn't fully finished the job yet. Somehow she didn't believe that it was going to be all that hard. The subtle changes in him, the way he so boldly went about his job, the way he no longer avoided the dancers.. it was all that obvious to her. Their relationship was going downhill fast. At least, normally how that's how it would go. The man turns into an ass and the woman leaves to rot in her own self pity, Dallas was only there to speed that process up. Why? She was bored. Plain and simple.

But perhaps she wouldn't be bored for too much longer. She had her sights on the man this day, Andrew, if she recalled correctly. She'd only remembered this ones name because of her plot to destroy him, obviously he was of some twisted importance to her. Plus, he had a face that wasn't all that easy to forget. The idea alone of adding him to her 'list' sent chills down her spine. Surely a man of his stature wouldn't disappoint. After checking the clock it was time for her daily drink.. more or less.. so she thought it fair time to get her plot packaged and tied up with a bow. Her tall high heels clacked against the wooden floor as she strolled towards the bar, eyes agleam with their normal radiant confidence. She slipped down onto one of the bar stools and drew her hair back from her face with a hand, casting her cold over eyes towards that particular bartender on her mind. "Mind being a doll and getting me a martini?" She asked in her naturally seductive and somewhat husky voice, obviously she'd forgotten that he'd ripped a hole in her shoulder. No pain no gain, right?

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for Andrew Gap Pierce

notes: sorry a bit longer than I intended it to, please don't feel the need to match it <3

A PRETTY PICTURE BUT THE SCENERY IS SO LOUD

It was more than obvious the woman had bounced back quickly after their little 'dispute', finding no hesitation in searching the man before her in quiet contemplation. One of the many beautiful advantages to being so distant from her emotions was that fear wasn't commonly an issue. Whether she was incapable of feeling such or just had yet to experience it in it's truest form was beyond her expertise, though she was aware that Andrews display wasn't enough to terrify her.

If the damned monster wanted to have killed her he would have. Being grateful that he spared her life was far from her character. She was pleased, entirely so, shown by the cruel smirk that danced across her soft lips. Not for escaping with a pulse, but because she could sense cowardice from a mile away. Much like most other weaknesses she was drawn to it. Granted that character trait probably wasn't the first one would use to describe 'Andrew', but her twisted mind found it clear as day. He had a conscience, morals, proven by his inability to finish the job at hand. Therefore he would be crowned as a coward..or, once was. A pair of rather unsettling (but nonetheless gorgeous) brown eyes drug themselves across each of Andrews features slowly, only confirming her thoughts. He'd let her go once, in all honesty it was a mistake. And she was almost positive he'd begin to see it the same way.

At least now she could find herself accepting of his presence. She'd since turned him into something that appeared to be much more than the scared little beast that couldn't finish her off. In fact the very idea that his eyes had grown cold excited her. What was the extent of the darkness, what was to stop him from killing now? Perhaps she was just downright stupid but there was a certain allure to a challenge, especially of this sort, toying with a man who'd once tore a hole in her arm. You're a twisted little bitch, Dallas. The thought caused a cool chill to find it's way down her spine, her sly grin creeping upwards. Life was so much fun if you let it be.

Her attraction to the man wasn't all a part of her games, but it did do a hell of a lot with them. Besides the innate need to destroy relationships, the pain he'd caused her, the lust, he'd hurt her brother. Now that was not only off limits to anyone but could almost make her feel something. Most likely some form of rage if anything, destined to get revenge on the man who'd harmed her partner in crime. Sleeping with Andrew would ultimately fulfill more than a couple of her nasty purposes. A positively convoluted way of achieving 'revenge', by helping him to enjoy himself, but it would ultimately bring his relationship to a screeching halt.. and that would be completely worthwhile. Besides, a girl had to have a little fun every once and a while right?

She caught the mans rumbling voice and allowed it to bring her from her brooding thoughts,  feeling her grin swap to one of a polite nature.. or perhaps polite was stretching it, considering the ideas she had running through her mind. Her eyes finishing their 'rounds' of his muscled form, they flicked up at him in order to watch him leave to retrieve her drink. Good little pet. She cooed inwardly, finding that her fingertips had habitually begun to drum impatiently along the bar's surface. During his leave she took the opportunity to search the background as she often did, reassuring herself that all was in tip top shape. The chaos seemed to be lacking and although normally disappointed about such a thing this night it would be quite the benefit.  

Upon his return her fingers found pause in rhythm, hesitating mid beat to hover. Naturally her gaze was drawn back to Andrew. The brunette nodded appreciatively and, frowning at how he handled her glassware, accepted the alcohol. "Careful," She scolded smoothly with tilt of her head as she watched him intently, most likely enjoying the scenery, "Wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." His question received no answer at first as the woman leaned onto the bar and took a small disinterested sip of her drink. At the return of the pet name she'd given him she felt her jaw slacken ever so slightly (most likely over thinking it, she was nobody's 'doll'). "Hmmm? No it's just fine." And why did it appear as if she wasn't only referring to the alcohol anymore? Probably because she had something much more appealing on the line. "But one thing isn't fine, Andrew. Tell me," Dallas paused to draw her finger along the rim of the glass, watching it carefully, "Don't you ever grow bored of this routine? Serving the same ignorant men the same tasteless drinks, day in and day out? 

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for Andrew Gap Pierce

notes: sorry this is crap but she's playing nice be good Andrew <3 best ye go quietly or she's just gonna drag you ;D 

DALLAS ARIANA PETROV

The man had already seen her clever little mind at work, well, the beginnings of it, putting on her usual show would not only be a waste of time but also pointless. For one, she was far from stupid. She'd long burned the bridge to an acquaintanceship, she was also not naive enough to forget that. However that didn't mean she was finished with him. The only difference between him her average toys was that now he was aware of one of her many talents, which honestly, she could find a way to work with.

Dallas was a shitty acquaintance at best, but she made a bitch of an enemy. Andrew currently hovered somewhere in between, his looks and her determination to finish the job the only reason for the continuance of his miserable life. Who said she couldn't be forgiving? She was very well giving him a chance to prove himself, in one way or the other. He had attacked her in her own establishment.. surely that was enough grounds for dismissal? It was a mystery as to why he was even still standing in front of her. Perhaps she just enjoyed looking at him. Regardless of the reasoning behind it..he wasn't doing himself any favors at this particular moment in time.

But oh how adorable he looked when he tried to look tough. It reminded her of some sort of child holding a grudge over a stolen toy, however this was real life and she'd be taking much more than a slimy action figure. The woman felt a smirk rise at the corner of her lip, eyes dragging over his well muscled arms before flicking back upwards. "Plucky." She commented matter-of-factly. Had he forgotten who he was speaking to? Apparently unhinged by his rude statements the woman closed her finger tips along the stem of her glass and shook her head slightly. 

He certainly was 'plucky'. Insulting his boss while in desperate need for a steady job was bold at best. Not only did he have a baby on the way and a flighty girlfriend, but a history of violence that would be too much fun to pass along to any and all of his future employees. Power was such a wonderful thing, wasn't it? Her smirk threatened to spread into a full grin however she kept it under wraps, eventually leaning back to keep a steady eye on him. "Insult's aren't needed here.  If my job looks easy it's because I make it look that way." She corrected him firmly. And I could just as easily make it look as if I 'forgot' to write out your paycheck. Her eyes flashed with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Let's not forget that."

A soft breath released from her nose from his question. God only knows. Any other employee would have been fired on the spot, so why not this one? She shifted her eyes away from the tall man, if only for a moment. Maybe she was going soft? She could nearly snort at the thought. That wasn't happening. "Good question." She replied with a light chuckle, however small, before bringing her drink to her lips. After swallowing the liquid she set it gingerly on the table and shook her head, a solemn expression coming over her. "I just wanted to speak to you after our little 'incident', that's all." Her brown eyes studied him calmly. "No need to get so defensive." In fact she almost appeared to be hurt, voice falling ever so slightly as a frown touched her features. Years of perfecting her craft that was mocking emotions definitely came in handy in these sorts of situations. 

"Besides the fact that I like you, Andrew, and it would be a shame to see you leave this place." Her words hinted on a vague warning but could also be taken as some sort of sincerity lolifonly. "But.. lets be honest, hun.. you belong here." What was this crooked woman getting at? "I know you don't  feel it, but we understand you.  You've seen us at our worst hahnotquite, do you truly think another place of employment will accept you as we have? Or can you even say that your girlfriend has? I know even she has her doubts about you." The woman's lips pursed, probably with some sort of growing distaste but managed to stifle it decently. "But. I didn't come here to talk about that."

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for Andrew Gap Pierce

notes: yesthegifisnecessary cause she's friggen gorgeous. also don't feel compelled to match this again e.o 

DALLAS ARIANA PETROV

She'd long accepted who she was. She was a monster. There was no denial, no changing it. Her methods left her with an unwavering self confidence and an ability to obtain anything she so pleased, so why would she? And how was it so simple to play these games? Delving into the behavior at (one of) it's sources revealed a careless attitude towards what others thought of her. Giving no attention to outside perspectives, on a deeper level, was alleviating. It separated her from her humanity. Sure, most didn't appreciate a woman with a god complex, but oh how freeing it was. She quite frankly didn't give a damn; about what others thought, about feelings. She was in turn finely attuned to her own senses, abilities, and goals. That was the brilliance to a void soul. Andrew could learn a thing or two from her.

He showed potential in many forms, now with the cold gleam to his eye, it left little to the imagination as to what he could look with a little 'push'. And what a fine specimen he would be when he fell. Though he was still 'attached'; to himself, to the concept of love, to emotions. Her intentions had yet to be decided in terms of him. Would she leave her games at a wrecked relationship or continue on to drag him right down into the pit where he belonged? The answer seemed to be decided then, as the indignant bit of spunk left him. The moment where it all clicked in his mind. Ah yes, manipulation was a beautiful thing wasn't it?

Though her statements, minus a few things, had been entirely true. She did wholeheartedly (if she had one) believe that he was one of them. A little misguided, twisted by the ways of society (how ironic), and left to fend for himself as the ways as a broken man. A concern for his well being? Hardly, given the intentions that played through her mind. Rather she found it a bit disconcerting to see him still holding on to the hope that he could still have connections. The first part of being a monster - love didn't exist. Hadn't he caught on?

Upon watching his mismatched irises carefully, noticing his faltering confidence, it became apparent that he'd at least given the question some thought. A cruel smirk threatened to twitch at the corners of her lips, knowing that she'd hit the right nerve, but if anything she was well aware of the delicacy of the moment. The rushing flood of thoughts that made way to doubt, though not yet completely reaching it, was precarious at best. Like a tiny seedling threatening to break the surface of the soil, she had to nourish it in order for it to make it's way into the world. Games, perhaps, but she was damn good at them. 

Not under the impression that he trusted her by any means she tread carefully. She brought her drink to her lips and took a long sip again, maintaining an steady eye on him. If she had a a soul she might have even thought he looked cute as he sadly mulled over her words. The switch in his demeanor after the mention of 'belonging' was fairly obvious. Yearning to belong was not all that a foreign concept to her, she had often considered it, however she quickly discovered the only place she truly 'belonged'  was in the company of her brother. Now, where this man belonged was behind her bar or in her bed, perhaps even milling about in the company of her other.. 'acquaintances'. But now she she had found his weakness. Hostility was beneficial depending on the circumstances, however in this one it was not. She could work with a hopeless man.

Upon setting the glass down again she took him into a new consideration - kindness. Or, what she could best portray at kindness, with her own little Dallas flair. Surely he wouldn't believe that she'd suddenly had a change of heart. They say eyes could see straight into the soul and Andrew practically wore his on his sleeve now. She held his saddened glance briefly before lowering it. Had he given up? Her brow rose slightly with an almost curious nature. Surely he knew (or perhaps he didn't) know what she was capable of? She leaned forwards, resting her elbows on the table and prolonged the silence for several more moments, the only sound between them the drumming of her slender fingers along the bars surface.

It appeared to her as if he had.  Eventually she clenched her jaw, maybe as what could be taken as a change of mood (when ultimately it was probably exasperation - mimicking emotions was taxing mind you). But, now she had him in the palm of her hand. At least somewhat. Enough that she could hold his attention. Sometimes that's all a girl needed. "All I'm trying to say is that we're not going to judge you here, Andrew." She breathed quietly, the seemingly endless silence broken with her husky voice. 

"In fact, I'd say you could very well be yourself with us." Dark, nearly black irises flitted about the room in acknowledgement of the staff that lingered about. "With me." She shifted back, allowing her words to hang in the air for several moments, a stretch, but perhaps even reassuring to a man that hadn't a clue as to where he belonged. "I know that you know what I'm capable of, and vice versa. All I ask for is.. ah.. a little truce."