[Adria Mcpherson]

There were two reasons Adria walked alone into the dark yet somehow upperclass, or at least midclass bar/almost marginally remotely like a club scene in KNockturn alley. One, she had a brother who made sure all the bad guys knew she was just a sexy female walking the streets, and two, because she could break any man's dick in half in there and not even bat a lash. SHe didn't, on principle, most guys that approached her knew they were the type she wanted approaching her, and the other half had always taken too long to approach. Most of the time, she needed a guy that was assertive, and tonight was no different. She entered the place in a little black dress that revealed and concealed everything in moderate perfection, because we have Econoline Crush's "Dirty" stuck in our head and sat at a table in a half balcony that kept her pleasantly seperated from the scum of the earth men that called themselves womanizers.

Her luck within the next half hour proved to be monumentuously bad, it was apparently sleezeball night at the bar and every guy that was worth his salt was already there with a girl or nonexistant, which made room for the shitheads that thought they were worth it to approach, for this she had listened to three guys now, that had used every chat up line in the book, repeatedly bought her drinks she didnt;t like after asking the bartender what she liked and not listening and was letting the third and final contestant as far as she was concerned, for the night, down softly, by tossing her vodka tonic in his face, he had stood up and started off and she had stood up, reaching to collect her things and leave though not moving to the exit as of yet trying to remain approachable but at the same time hoping to god it would all stop.

[Vitale Avery]

((sorry I know I suckkkk and promised you a post yesterday, but i'm here nowwwww ))

It was obvious that Vitale had taken after his biological father, and not the man who had basically raised him. For one, they looked like carbon copies of one other, especially since Braeden the Bloodsucker didn't age. It was more than physical appearances though. They talked the same, walked the same... they had the same personality. It wasn't that Vitale didn't adore his "uncle" Brooklyn, because he did. He had just never picked up on the fine art of psychotic mind fucking the way that Brooklyn and Xavier had. It was ok though. He was quite happy leaving the sick mental warfare to them and acting as the brute force in their awesome trio.

Anyways, now that we got that brief bio out of the way... Vitale had been hanging out in the back of the club, doing what he loved most - people watching. Though it might come off creepy to some, you'll have to forgive the boy, who had been home schooled for most of his life and therefore had never gained the appropriate amount of social skills. Maybe this was one of the reasons why he enjoyed watching people interact with each other. Or maybe it was just plain amusing watching the assholes get turned down by the chicks that really could do so much better than this, but obviously craved the attention.

He had been there for probably an hour when he had seen her come in. Her, with the black dress that hugged her body absolutely perfectly and yet left you wanting more. It wasn't often that one of those came in. Most of the time the whores here didn't mind showing off their assets, or most of the time lack thereof. It was Vitale could tell that this one was different, and why he was instantly drawn to her.

He watched as all three sleazeballs approached her, and watched as all three sleazeballs hopes and dreams came tumbling down. It was almost like watching one of those stories that his brother was so into, which was why Vitale was almost in a panic when she stood up to leave. He had let himself get so entranced by the unfolding storyline that he just had to know how it ended. Standing up, he purposefully made his way towards where she remained standing. Not wanting to appear desperate, he slowed up his pace before approaching her from behind.

I'm not one to offer up lame pickup lines like those guys, so if that's what you're into, you should probably just keep walking away...

And it was true. Poor poor Vitale would never be as smooth as Brooklyn or Xavier. Awwww

[Adria Mcpherson]

Adria looked at him, eyebrow raised, honestly she hadfelt him coming, call it instinct, call it just the sheer envelope of a inate masucline aura that werewolves of any power whatsoever put off that usually only strong women ever felt, but she had felt him coming, not seen him there earlier, or felt him, she was human after all and couldn't claim all the power and amazingness of someone that wasn't, but her mother's genetics were strong, and they aspired to align to power ifshe wasn't the power in and of itself. The eyebrow was raised because he had mentioned the other guys, which meant he had been watching, which amused her no end and at the same time had her violently angry he hadn't bothered to interrupt the fuckers before they could ruin her evening. it was also very clear she had absolutely no interest in the pick up lines, since A, B, and C had all left partially because of those knock off lines that she couldn't stand.

"So, if you arn't one with the pick up lines, handsome, what are you one for?"

She asked, almost halfway flirting, what he was here with was a shit load of good looks, which was more then anyone else had had that night, so he had that going for him, and yes, she had checked him out, more subtly then she normally checked a guy out but she was getting tired of doing all the work of trying to like a guy. She hadn't moved, perfectly willing to give him a chance, not that she was desperate, Adria was never desperate, she had fallbacks that occasionally still amused her, but something about him, it sort of had her pondering, his eyes were what did it, or was it the aura? either way, she was intrigued which was all Adria ever needed to spend the next little bit giving a guy a fighting chance to turn her frown upside down.

She even set her things back down, her undevided attention was on him whether he wanted it or not, but he had been the one to approach her hadn't he? jumped from the pan into the flame all his own, and why are we defendingthis? its a good thing, but when one was Adria, her dominating resense often made men nervous when they had the lime light, it impressed her when they didn't waver under it so no slack was given, she wnated to be impressed, she did, she wanted to be won over, it was just hard when your options were guys that were thinking about where they wanted to stick their cock, but had no words to get them there.

[Vitale Avery]

Maybe the reason she could feel him coming was because he was a fatass that shook the whole bar with each step. Ok! Kidding! I just thought it was a rather fitting line. Anyways, as soon as he realized that he was getting further than any of the douches from earlier, Vitale smirked. Not that he doubted himself or anything. He just needed little ego boosts once in awhile. Taking a seat, Vitale then motioned towards the chair that Adria had never pushed in. It really was convenient of her, saved him the trouble of having to be a gentleman and pull it out. Now THAT shit got annoying. Fucking bitches that needed men to wait on them hand and foot... Now this girl, from what he could tell, she looked like the type that appreciated that shit, what lady didn't, but was strong enough to get by without it. If that made sense. It did in his head anyways.

Sitting there, he pondered her question. If not pickup lines, what did he have? Hmm... it was something he never really had to ask himself, since he usually didn't have to work so hard to impress someone. Not that he was complaining, he enjoyed that this one was different. He enjoyed the challenge. It was new, and new was good. He then looked up at her.

There you go, asking the tough ones right off the bat.

With a smirk, he then totally dodged the question. If she caught on and accused him of it, Vitale would say something about demonstrating what he had or some lame shit. Actually, he hadn't thought of what to say really, which was why he skipped that one in the first place, huh?

Now, I'm all about simple. Like, what's your name? And who is the designer who made that dress? I really must send them a thank you card.

[Adria Mcpherson]

"Which would be a problem if you were going to answer me"

She shot back, clearly amused and not particularly interested in getting the answer, sure that she would find out with trial and error. Taking a seat slowly, as if she wasn't sure it was the way to go, after all, leaving had been on the agenda, and he had her attention but uncaptivated as of yet, finally she was completely seated, running her hands over her dress to undo the folds of her previous actions, the problem with dresses that clung just right. Crossing her legs as if to say, she was here, she wasn't going anywhere, a little lame but what can one do?

"Adria, and the dress, Marc Bouwer Glamit, sadly it can't take the credit for the card it drew in the body department"

She mused, not particularly modest about her body if that had not already been apparent. As for pulling chairs out and opening doors, she actually didn't like it at all, it was a chauvenistic statement in and of itself to imply at all that a woman couldn't pull her own chair out, she wasn't a feminist by any means, but she was independant, and stubborn, best of luck to him right?

"And you?and your designer so I can send them hate mail for putting a shirt on you"

She said and smiled wickedly, she wasn't easy, she was honest, and she liked guys shirtless, call it a fetish, she didn't need naked, she liked abs, and she could bet he had some nice abs to show her, and unafraid to be the more flirtatious for a chance to see them. And that was about where her mind was, coupled with the question of asking to buy him a drink, he'd been there all of thirty seconds now, too soon? too forward? she wasn't really questioning herself, simply her chances ofhim wanting to take charge, and the need to give a little to get a little, sad how her mother would have been firmly seated in his lap by now.