Such a (Pretty) Hunter

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The night had seemed to come so much faster recently, creeping up on her and wrapping it's arms around her in it's warm embrace. Shaya had always loved the night, it was the perfect time to hunt, to stalk the forests. It was the perfect time to catch her prey, though tonight it wasn't a bird or a deer, it was a man, one in particular. See, there were plenty of people who got on Shaya's nerves, plenty who irritated her. There, however, were few who she despised, who she wanted to hurt. Such feelings only occurred after Shaya was hurt, or betrayed. As it happened the people involved had managed both. So as far as most were concerned, those two were not in a good position at the moment. This only made her chuckle.

Shaya was not a horrible person, not really, but she didn't just let things slide, she didn't go with the flow. Jonathan had hurt her by the lake, he had played with her as though she were some sort of toy, something he could break. She gave a tiny laugh at that, she suspected he wouldn't like it if he were the one being played with. Well, it was time for him to take some of his own medicine and fortunately, she would enjoy it as well.
But what about Dylan?

Some might say she was innocent in all of this, she hadn't been the one to mess around with Shaya. But they were wrong.
Dylan had been sending Shaya all the signal saying she was interested. If she had just got a boyfriend than things might have been OK, but she hadn't. Dylan hadn't told her, not even a whisper and had continued to radiate those signals. Not only that but she had picked a prick.

The prick in question was not too far away, in the throng of bodies, each moving and twisting to the beat. The dark of the room covered his face in shadows, but she had seen him in the minutes he had spent by the bar, under the bright yellow lighting, flashes of red and blue dancing across his face. He looked good tonight and she was sharply reminded why she had liked him.
Well, that would only help tonight.

Her muscled body was encased in a dark red corset, the silver ribbon holding it together caught the lights and flashed. The rest was a short, silky skirt that just covered her butt. The heels were not very nigh, but they made am impact and as ever her old, peacock feather make up was in place,scarlet hair felt up with only a few pins.
She moved in for the kill, like the hunter she was. Shaya came up behind him, snaking her arm around his body and twisting him to face her.
"Hey, Beautiful..."

^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - 472
NOTES - Have Fun!!
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

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Jonathan was not happy. What was he doing at a club alone? No one in their right minds came to a club alone. He hadn't intended to be alone. He was supposed to be here with Dylan. Dylan. His girlfriend and very possibly the love of his life. Thoughts of her, even her name, conjured thousands of images in his mind. One was of the first time they really met. She was sitting in a mud puddle, sobbing in the woods. He wasn't even human. She didnt know about this memory, she didn't know he was a shifter. He just...he couldn't tell her. He couldn't bring himself to reveal the truth. He shifted in his seat, fingering the cold beer in his hand. He had lost track of how many drinks he had had that night. He grimaced. Too many. He was drunk, and he knew it. He wouldn't have been drunk of Dylan was there, but she wasn't.

Dylan was supposed to be there. They had planned to go clubbing tonight together. She wanted to meet at the club, instead of having him pick her up like usual. She said she wanted him to be "pleasantly surprised" by her attire. He had been pretty excited. He knew Dylan, and he knew exactly how they would have danced. He wasn't trying to be perverted, but thoughts of her grinding her hips against him - probably clad quite scantily - made him smile dreamily. He loved his girlfriend for who she was and she meant everything to him, that didn't mean he didnt fantasize a little. He was a young man, ruled by his hormones like any teenager. He ust tried to control it better. The dreamy expression faded as he remembered his phone ringing and Dylan shouting to be heard. She had had to cancel at the last minute, something about a girl crisis. He had acted all cool, told her to call him if she needed anything. Jonathan was not cool. Jonathan was not happy.

Now he was alone at the club, having prepared himself for a night out clubbing with his flaming hott girlfriend. Instead he was alone at the bar, downing beers like there was no tomorrow. He should have gone home, but he kept hoping Dylan would call again and come meet him. He hadn't even looked at the other girls, it was like they didn't exist. If his gaze did pass over them, it was only to compare how completely dull they were in comparison to the shining beauty that was Dylan. He smiled again, thinking of his girlfriend. Another image rose to his mind, one of a small velvet box hidden in the drawer of his nightstand. He knew it was fast, but it was there all the same. He hadn't bought it specifically for Dylan. His adoptive mother had given it to him before he moved away to go to the University. She had folded his hand around it, patting him and telling him she loved him as much as any real mother. He would have dwelled on these thoughts longer, but arms wrapped around him and he found himself being turned around to face someone.

"Hey, Beautiful..." Jonathan was turned to look Shaya in the eyes. His lips turned down into an expression somewhere between a frown and a scowl. He lifted his own hands to extract her arms from around his waist. He moved her firmly away from him, leaning his elbows back on the counter of the bar. His eyes narrowed, remembering their less than friendly parting and her cutting words. "Why do your hellos always seem to be accompanied by sexual advances, unwelcome sexual advances?" He made his words pointed. Had he not been quite drunk at this time, he would have been kinder. The mixture of his dislike of Shaya and the alcohol made him careless, and it was obvious.

WORDS! 834
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! Read!
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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He seemed sad, lonely. The thought only served to make her smile slightly, he wouldn't be feeling lonely soon. He had been drinking a lot, more than he should have probably, at least in his mind probably. In her mind however, it was the perfect amount, in fact more would help her cause along. He took hold of her arms in his own and moved them away from him, letting them drop by her sides. He turned away from her and for a second she was sure she was going to fail. However when he spoke, her Faith was reinstalled.
"Why do your hellos always seem to be accompanied by sexual advances, unwelcome sexual advances?"
Considering how they had parted, she would have been happy with a sharp "Fuck Off".
His words however, were a lot more promising, he hadn't chucked her away, just rejected her advances. He didn't know, but her advances had just began.
"Come on, Darling. You don't mean that. Look at you, sitting here all alone. That's just not right.
She licked her dark lips and leaned close, pushing his arms back against the his body an pressing her lips to his ear as she spoke.
I can change that, you know I can. I would make it worth your time.
With that she pulled away from him, unable to stop herself from letting her fingers linger on his chest for a second more. She reached out and her perfect red nails grabbed the beer from him. Shaya took a sip, licked her lips and frowned. She grabbed the man next to her's vodka and handed it to him, the guy didn't notice, he had found some slut to play with.
^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - ...
NOTES - Have Fun!!
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[kiera]

Jonathan grimaced and pushed Shaya away with more force. His eyes were stormy, though slightly more fuzzed. His eyes were usually sharp with clarity, but the alcohol as dimmed his gaze. The slur hadn't yet reached his voice, but if he drank much more - he would be out for the count. His words verged on a growl, one he knew she would understand. She was pushing his limits, and tonight was a very bad night to irritate him. He didn't want Shaya near him and hated that secretly, her touch got his attention. He cursed men, driven always by their sexual desires. He brought up images of Dylan to his mind to move away from Shaya. Dylan laughing, Dylan smirking, her sitting in the mud puddle, and the little velvet box in his drawer. A small smile flitted on his features as he calmed himself. Whether she knew it or not, Dylan was like his medicine - helping him keep his cool. He should tell her that time, just skirt around just what she was preventing. There was no need for her to find out about his shifter form...yet.

"Come on, Darling. You don't mean that. Look at you, sitting here all alone. That's just not right." He put his hands firmly on his shoulders, pushing her arms length away from him. He didnt welcome her touch, nor her suggestive whispering in his ear. He growled, a warning laced in his words. He barely was able to keep himself from curling his lip in a distinctly cat-like snarl. "Oh, you and I both know its perfectly fine. I don't know how many times I have to say this. Leave me alone Shaya." He spit her name, adding a harsh hiss to the end. He no longer cared about hurting her. The alcohol was taking effect, causing him to disregard manners. That combined with his fury at her advances made him drop all pretenses of kindness. That didn't seem to stop Shaya.

"I can change that, you know I can. I would make it worth your time." That was it. Jonathan stood, towering over Shaya. His eyes boiled with rage. He shook his head and put his hands on his shoulder. He was done being firm, now he was going to be just plain mean. He pulled her close, leaning down to whisper in her ear just as she had done to him. The smell of alcohol was heavy on his breath. "I don't want your time, Shaya. I don't want you to change anything. Shaya, I dont want you. I never wanted you." With a swift flex of his arms, he turned Shaya so her back was to him. With a firm and rough push, he sent her stumbling away from him and back towards the crowd. He knew his words had been hurtful, directly so. He didn't care. He wanted her gone. He wanted Dylan. He wanted Dylan bad. He turned back to the bar, picking up his beer and taking an absentminded drink as he did so.

WORDS! 693
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! I'm loving this thread, Jonathan won't be easy
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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Shaya had always known this was gonna be hard, his sickening words by the lake had prepared her for a difficult struggle with the boy. So far she had been verbally abused and then physically abused. For some bizarre reason that comforted her, Jonathan hadn't been anywhere near as angry, nor prone to violence by the lake. Sure the anger had been there, but he had never laid a hand on her in the way he did then. Her body fell back, not match against his stronger arms and muscle power. She could feel the heat and smell the sweat and alcohol that radiated from the mass of bodies around her. A man made a grab for her, reaching for her thigh. She turned on him, teeth bared and eyes wild. He back off, perhaps seeing some of the animal within her.

She needed to change her tactics, the last remark had bruised her ego slightly, but it had done nothing to distract her from her aim. She had hardly expected her prey to walk into her jaws, this plan wasn't working, employ another. Lets see how that ones gos. Shaya had a thousand and one tricks up her sleeves, not that she had any of course.

She pushed her way back to him, twisting her face into an apologetic smile. As she approached she put both hands out in front of her, a gesture of peace. Grabbing the stool next to his, she sat, facing him with a solemn expression, sadness dancing in her eyes.
I am sorry Jonathan. It was wrong of me to try and force myself upon you like that. Thins haven't been easy for me recently, I just wanted some company and I was upset to hear about you and Dylan, she never told me. But good luck with that. How about I buy us a round of drinks, to say sorry? That is the least I can do.
She played her part well, the sincere voice and the soft, gentle smiles that revealed nothing of her lies. Sometimes you have to play things the hard way and hope they work out fine. If he played along he would be getting another jolt of alcohol in his system and she could feign drunkenness the next morning. Excellent. [/color]
^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - ...
NOTES - Have Fun!!
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[kiera]

Jonathan glared at Shaya suspiciously as she reappeared. He sighed, a mixture between a huff of annoyance and an aggressive growl. He set down his drink again, getting ready to stand up and really take care of Shaya once and for all. He had a thousand angry words, some which had lost their sense and meaning amidst his growing drunkenness. He scowled furiously, but was stopped as Shaya spoke. "I am sorry Jonathan. It was wrong of me to try and force myself upon you like that. Thins haven't been easy for me recently, I just wanted some company and I was upset to hear about you and Dylan, she never told me. But good luck with that. How about I buy us a round of drinks, to say sorry? That is the least I can do." She looked so freaking solemn, sitting next to him on the stool. She sounded so pitiful, the poor misunderstood friend. He battled for a moment with whether to trust her. His instincts were shouting Run you damn idiot! but they were soon silenced by the alcohol in his brain. He glanced at her skeptically.

"Do you have any idea how little I trust you? He looked her up and down. The idea of a free drink was tantalizing, he stroked his finger up and down the glass in his hand. He lifted his beer to his mouth and drained it, swallowing and pushing the glass away from him. He folded his arms across his chest, as Shaya had often seen him do when she had stumbled on him at the lake. The difference between her and Dylan, was that Shaya had some inkling of what he was covering. She had seen him shirtless, seen the scar before he could cover it. He hated it. He looked her up and down, obviously not completely convinced. "A round of drinks won't get you off the hook." He smirked slightly. "But I'd love a glass of water, thanks." He had settled at a compromise. He would talk to Shaya, but perhaps he would wait before drinking anymore. He was feeling slow, like things were just beginning to move slightly in slow motion.

He shook his head and rolled his broad shoulders. He gave her a look. Was she even old enough to drink? Oh wait...I'm not old enough to drink. That hadn't exactly stopped him though. He looked away from Shaya and then back again. "Do you realize how freaking lucky you are that I didn't tell Dylan about the little episode at the lake? The alcohol was making him cruel and a small part of him knew it, but it was Shaya and he was drunk and he didnt care. He had almost told Dylan, but decided it wasn't important and he didn't want to upset her. He smiled dreamily as his thoughts lingered on his girlfriend. Whereas his sober mind conjured pictures of her laughing or in a shining ray of sunlight, his alcohol influenced mind was not as PG rated. He wasn't quite at R yet, but he had definately crossed to PG13. He shook his head. What had gotten into him? His attention snapped back to Shaya.

WORDS! 730
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! Here come the fireworks
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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The anger on his features was diluted by the alcohol in his brain, a factor she thanked heavens for. Without that she would have been kicked out on her arse a long time ago. He was too drunk to make any sensible decisions at the moment, not drunk enough for what she was planning though. Her thoughts of his drinking intake were only confirmed when he spoke.
"Do you have any idea how little I trust you?
She bit her lip, glancing down as though embarrassed. He had no idea who little he should trust her, the tiny amount he was already granting her was stupid enough. She watched as he considered the drink.
"A round of drinks won't get you off the hook.But I'd love a glass of water, thanks."
She held back a frown, more alcohol was what was needed, though she couldn't argue. If she wanted him to fall, she needed to play her part well.
She gave him a smile and clicked her fingers. The man arrived quickly and quickly ordered a glass of water and some vodka for her. It arrived quickly and she gave a wink to him, turning back to Jonathan with a friendly smile. She handed him the glass with a teasing smile and said:
"Here you go, hope you like it!"
She dragged her mind away from sneaky glances at his face.
"Do you realize how freaking lucky you are that I didn't tell Dylan about the little episode at the lake? She shrugged her shoulders lightly, hiding the glee that was bubbling inside her.
"She owed me one, you can't blame me for trying to get what I liked. If she had told me you were in a relationship? I wouldn't have tried to take what was hers."
Lies. She would have gone about it in a different way.[/color]
^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - ...
NOTES - Have Fun!!
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[kiera]

Jonathan eyes Shaya's vodka with ill-concealed longing. He reached out, taking his glass of water without really thinking about it. He looked at it with distaste. Why did I get water? Logically, he knew his mind was making its last ditch efforts to save him from drunken stupidity. I want some alcohol. Real men drink alcohol. I'm a real man. I have a girlfriend, and a creepy slut who buys me water. Yeah, that makes me a man. So why am I drinking water again? It was official, his mind had given up. He had surrendered. He glanced at Shaya, the girl who he had mentally labeled as the 'creepy slut'. He didn't have the self awareness to feel guilty about it, but then again he hadn't even said it out loud. Now if he were to say it, that would be a problem. His concience would have warned him, but he was quite drunk.

"Do you consider yourself to be a creepy slut? Just wondering, 'cause you act like a stalker and come on to seriously everyone." He was legitmately curious. She acted like a slut, he remembered the way she stroked his chest quite clearly, and she creeped on people. He wouldn't admit it, but she creeped him out a bit. First the whole episode by the lake, now this. This girl, Shaya, had a serious thing for Jonathan - or so he thought. He lifted his water to his lips, draining the glass in one starved drink. He was more dehydrated than he had realized. The taste of alcohol was washed from his mouth, though its effects remained. He frowned, turning away from Shaya and looking at the crowd of scantily clad dancing girls.

"These girls, man they're nothing you know? They think their short skirts and low cut tops paired with caked on make up makes them beautiful. They're not. No one loves them, at least not this version of them." He motioned to the guys rubbing their hands on varied hips. His speech was very slightly slurred. He had had more to drink than he realized, but he wasn't having any more. "Dylan isn't like them. She's beautiful. I wish she was here. She isn't though, Dylan I mean. I'm hers. I'm man enough to say it. I don't care who hears me. Dylan Mazani is my girlfriend and I love her" He descended into silence, realizing his voice had gotten quite loud. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes with balled fists. He wanted to splash some water on his face. He didn't often drink, he hated the feeling of drunkenness. Why had he been so careless today?

WORDS! 630
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! Just a few more drinks
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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Shaya smiled a genuine smile as he eyed the glass of water with distaste. In the back of her mind she could feel a part of her telling her this was wrong, but the rest of it was clear, she was in the right. Dylan hadn't said a word, Dylan was a bitch for that, for leading her on. Luckily for her though, Jonathan was as horrible as her, they would be perfect for each other.
Harsh, she knew it was, but true. This wasn't all about a shag, she could pick a guy or girl up easily, this was about them and everything that was wrong with them. What had started out as a fit of anger had morphed into a slow, bubbling hatred of the pair. She was only acting on her feelings.
"Do you consider yourself to be a creepy slut? Just wondering, 'cause you act like a stalker and come on to seriously everyone."
She was fairly sure that alcohol was seriously kicking in to his system now. She downed her vodka and was about to reply when he spoke again, words slurring together slightly.
"These girls, man they're nothing you know? They think their short skirts and low cut tops paired with caked on make up makes them beautiful. They're not. No one loves them, at least not this version of them." He motioned to the guys rubbing their hands on varied hips. His speech was very slightly slurred. He had had more to drink than he realized, but he wasn't having any more. "Dylan isn't like them. She's beautiful. I wish she was here. She isn't though, Dylan I mean. I'm hers. I'm man enough to say it. I don't care who hears me. Dylan Mazani is my girlfriend and I love her"

She followed his line of vision and stared at the girls with contempt.
"I ain't like them, or your precious Dylan. I ain't a slut, when I saw you I wasn't looking for a one off thing, I was looking for something interesting to do, looking for someone to be with, even if not for long. I don't have anyone here, no family, no real friends, no one. You can tell from the accent I'm from England, that's where everyone I give a damn about is. This girls..." She pursed her lips in disgust and continued They think a short skirt makes them pretty and Dylan? I think she needs to cover a bit more, if she doesn't want guys pawing at her every second of the day."
She didn't say anything about the fact that his girl friend looked more like a prostitute than most of these girls, but decided that could be saved for when this was over, when she could call them any names she wanted.

She looked back at him, grinning, suddenly feeling better. He probably wouldn't remember, but it felt good to try and point out that she wasn't a slut. Smiling and nodding to the guy at the bar she handed him a vodka and a beer, he could pick.

^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - 472
NOTES - Have Fun!!
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[kiera]

Jonathan wasn't drunk enough to tolerate anyone insulting Dylan. He pushed his stool away from the bar and stood. His eyes were blazing and his fists were balled at his sides. His face was furious, thunderous. He narrowed his gaze, his voice loud over the chaos of the club, but still almost deadly quiet when they reached Shaya. He didn't move towards her, he didn't threaten her. His words were simple and filled with anger. Whatever progress Shaya had gained in her little plan was quickly lost with her careless words. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, but I think you are nothing and no one. I won't tolerate you insulting my girlfriend." He shook his head, disgusted with Shaya. He snatched his jacket from the stool. He was done being here, he was done speaking or thinking about Shaya.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, checking the time and to see if he had any texts or missed calls from Dylan. Nothing. He scowled at his phone and stumbled slightly. He paused. "I am so freaking drunk." He shook his head, thinking he had mumbled. He hadn't. He had shouted his words out to whoever cared to listen. I really need to get home before I do something stupid. He had gone over the final edge. The sober or even kind-of drunk Jonathan would have given Shaya some sort of witty insult and a warning. Drunk Jonathan had yelled and stomped away. Unwittingly revealing just how drunk he really was. He fumbled in his pockets, looking for the keys to his apartment to make sure he had them. He craved company, but not Shaya's.

He wanted Dylan's company. He felt guilty because more than anything at that moment, he really wanted to touch her. He loved her, he truly did. His drunk mind was more comfortable with lust. He shook his head, trying to banish his fantasies. Dylan was too important to destroy with careless mistakes. "Dude, you're a freaking virgin. She probably doesn't want you anyways." He scowled. A guy like him had a reputation, a reputation for NOT being a virgin. He had guarded his secret, preferring people to think otherwise. It gave him some status. He was a virgin, what of it? He didn't like taking his shirt off. He couldn't handle questions about the giant scar that went down his chest. He slammed open the door of the club and stormed onto the sidewalk.

WORDS! 600
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! Bum bum bum bum
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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He walked off and she followed, not even pausing to consider her options. She grabbed the beer and the vodka and followed him as he walked out. The heat and the strange lights of the bar were quickly forgotten as she burst out into the cool night air. Her eyes were blazing, her alcohol intake was far lower than his and she could still control her actions in the way he was failing to do. Irritated, at his stupidity rather than her mistake, she dropped the vodka to the ground where it smashed loudly, the shards of glass glinting under the sickly yellow light that lined the area. Her hand grabbed his arm sharply and she spun him around.

"I didn't insult Dylan, she's my mate, I would never insult her like that!" Her tone was angry, but sad as well, as though upset that he imagined she would do such a thing.
"You need to listen to what I mean, not the words only!"
She softened her grip, her face creasing to a soft smile.
"You said it yourself, you're too drunk at the moment. You'd just get in trouble trying to get home. Come inside, have a bit more to drink then ring Dylan later, she'll make sure you get home alright, you know she will."
She handed him the beer, vodka forgotten and released her grip, keeping her eye on him all the same. She wasn't gonna let him wander off now.

^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - 472
NOTES - Have Fun!!
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[kiera]

Jonathan whirled on Shaya, nearly stumbling and falling in the process. This was not good for him. He glared at her accusingly but took the beer she offered. Any sensible person would not drink more when they were drunk. Then again, who was sensible when drunk? Jonathan certainly wasn't. He shifted his feet, thinking about going back into the bar. The throbbing music and crush of bodies had begun to give him a headache. He shook his head, starting to walk the opposite direction. He called out over his shoulder at Shaya, narrowly avoiding a lamp post in the process. "I'm going inside, but not back in there. I'm going home. Dylan isn't here, so why should I be? I want my bed." He attempted to look dignified, but it failed.

He lifted the beer to his lips, taking a big drink and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked at the beer and shook his head, trying to remember where he had gotten the beer in the first place. He put it down on the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets. He really had a headache now. "I'm drunk. I'm going home." He stopped and looked around in confusion, trying to find Shaya. He freaked out, whirling in circles thinking she had just vanished into thin air. He turned around, seeing she was still standing behind him. He relaxed and glared at her. He belatedly noticed she was kind of hot. Not in the date-her way but in the sleep with her way. If he hadn't had Dylan, he might have tried to hook up with her. He liked Dylan.

"You should be afraid of me. I'm not like you, I'm no human. Don't make me do something scary." His words were really slurred now. He had completely forgotten that Shaya knew he was a shifter, and that she herself was a shifter. It was a miracle that even as drunk and confused as he was, he was still looking damn attractive. His eyes were kind of glossy, but he stood straight somehow. Without quite realizing, his eyes began to shift. He was starting to shift subconciously. The only thing worse than Jonathan drunk on the streets of New York would be a massive black jaguar drunk on the streets of New York. It wasn't looking good.

WORDS! 573
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! Shaya needs to make a big move
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
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LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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She watched him in the way a cat watches it's prey, but there was concern mingled in her dark gaze. Shaya might be a bitch but she wasn't evil, if he insisted on leaving or doing something she was coming with him, god knows the trouble he might get into otherwise. She could sense the alcohol in her system, feel it coursing through her veins like fire. Half her brain was screaming at her to sop, to keep Jonathan as an ally, to not throw away the only people who might give her a chance.
She ignored it.
She had to do this, she had to show Jon that he wasn't powerful, that he could feel for other people, she needed to show Dylan that she wasn't the top bitch around here, that anyone could come along and mess things up with a few cans of beer and a short skirt. Hell it might strengthen their relationship in the long run, something even Jonathan couldn't argue with.

She could see how drunk he was, his eyes were glazed and his words were slurring. She stepped forward, slowly as though approaching a wild animal, which at this point he was fast starting to resemble. His eyes were darkening, the shift starting to take hold and she knew this would go badly. His words made her give a small chuckle, he was drunk enough to have forgotten everything about her. She knew that if it came to it then her lynx form could beat him down while he was in this state and that reassured her.

She knew the shift would take place if she didn't act quickly, and fear was starting to seep into her lust filled brain, she had to do something. A wicked grin formed on her face as she knew that the timing was perfect.

A final few steps closer to him and then her hands pulled his closer, one going and winding into his hair, the other resting on his cheek and keeping in place. She pressed their lips together, tongue flicking from between the ruby of her lipstick and brushing across his own lips.

^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - ...
NOTES - Big enough?
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[kiera]

Jonathan froze in shock. His mind was working in slow motion. It took him a good amount of time to wrap his mind around the fact that Shaya had kissed him. Then he had to decide what to do about that. A small corner in his mind was telling him that there was a reason he shouldn't kiss another girl. He knew this reason started with a "D", but he couldn't remember what the reason was. He felt Shaya's tongue, and the testosterone and alcohol inside of him made his decision for him. He seemed to be forgetting all the trouble she had caused, all the awful things she had done and said. He kissed her back, pressing one hand into her back and the other down towards her ass. He found he liked the press of her against him.

He drew away at last, breathing quite a bit harder than he had minutes earlier. His eyes were clearer, he was still obviously drunk but he was a bit more aware of what he was doing. He wasn't aware of just how bad of an idea it was, just how wrong and why he shouldn't do it. But he kind of knew he would like to sleep with Shaya. Hell, he would like to sleep with anyone period. He was a virgin at seventeen. It was kind of sad. He should have been able to lose his virginity by now, but he hadn't gotten around to it really. He wondered for a brief moment if his adoptive parents would dissaprove of him, but the thought vanished as soon as it had appeared. Something was tugging at the back of his mind, telling him there was a reason he shouldn't be touching Shaya. It told him, screaming through the drunken haze, that he was making a mistake. It just wasn't loud enough to make a difference.

"Have you ever seen my apartment?" He leaned down to whisper in Shaya's ear, though his whisper was quite a bit louder than he intended it to be. He was grinning, though his smile faltered. He wasn't supposed to be doing this. He pulled away slightly from Shaya, withdrawing his arms from around her. He crossed them back over his chest. What was he supposed to remember? He shifted his feet, glancing back at Shaya. He could still taste her lips. He quite enjoyed his taste, but he felt like he shouldn't. "Or maybe I should just walk you home."

WORDS! 450
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Shaya
NOTES! That was definately a big move
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
Pic By
Everlasting
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

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She knew there was a good reason she had liked this boy. Apart from the fantastic looks, he was a great kisser. Shaya liked a guy who could kiss a girl like he meant it, like he wanted it. Tentative wasn't a word in Shaya's dictionary. This kiss felt so delightfully wrong, so forbidden and that was why she wanted it. Things that were allowed were dull, there were easy to take, they were right.
So many people underestimated the power of Shaya's determination. She got what she wanted, however long it might take.

He was drunk enough that Dylan was the last thing on his mind and she wasn't about to remind him of her or her pretty face. Tonight it was all about Shaya. After that?
He could do whatever he bloody well liked, his relationship with the tart was of no interest to Shaya beyond her petty revenge. She knew it was petty, of course she did, Shaya wasn't stupid. But unlike others, she didn't view petty as a bad thing, not always anyway.

She felt him pull back and she knew there was something in the back of his mind that told him this was wrong. She needed to destroy that.

She pulled him back, until her face was pressed right against his.
"I would love to see your apartment. I don't think you should be going home alone Jon, it's not right. Just one night."
She smiled, a smirk verging on taking over as their bodies pressed close together, her fingers stroking his cheek.

^{TAG - Jonathan
WORDS - ...
NOTES - Big enough?
TUNES - the comedown, bring me the horizon
CREDIT - MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}