[OPEN] A game of tag

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine bent down over the receipt to sign it, smirking where Tybalt could not see. Step one, accomplished. She looked up at him with a grin as she slipped the receipt into her bag and started to stand. "Oh could you? I would be most appreciative. Who know's what's lurking around the corner in this place." Too bad he doesn't realize I'm the bad one she thought with a sad sigh. She stumbled ever so slightly as she headed for the door and out into the cold air.

Wasting no time she lit a cigarette of her own, inhaling the smoke with a sigh. She kept her back to him for now, waiting for darkness to look him full in the face, lest the red of her eyes show.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt only chuckled, taking her arm loosely and leading her towards his bike near the building. Pausing, he tugged on fingerless leather gloves and swung a leg over, helping her on behind him.

He waited to rev up the engine so he could hear her as he looked over his shoulder. "You left your parsol at my place. We can grab that first if you like."

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She flicked her cigarette away as he lead her towards the bike. She straddled the seat and made sure her bag was closed and all the way up on her arm. She was pleased when he mentioned stopping by his place to grab her parasol. Less work she had to do in convincing him to go to his place. "Would you? It means a lot to me and I can't believe I left it in the first place." She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his back. He smelled amazing, a mix of sweat and soap, manly and rugged.

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt only smirked faintly. "Bitches and forgetting thei things.." He breathed, mainly to himself, the words cynical as he thought back on his so called ex wife. Marraige. What the fuck ever.

The bike roared to life and he picked up his feet, pulling out of the parking lot.
He remained silence until they pulled into the lot, and drove his bike into a back garage out of harms way. They could take the truck home. Helping her off he locked up, leading her towards the trailer outside. A sharp bark from a rottweiler sleeping beneath it, tail wagging when it recognized its owner.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine rolled her eyes and raised her lip in annoyance. She was 121, she had a reason to forget every now and then. She enjoyed the ride back to his place, the wind whipping through her hair. It had been a few years since she had ridden her own bike. It was gathering dust in her garage, poor thing.

Once they reached the lot she climbed off the back and followed Tybalt to the trailer in back. When the dog barked she showed no surprise, having smelt it when they arrived. "Cute dog. What's his name?"

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt scoffed softly. "She," He murmured with a smile. "Pitch, got 'er from my friend Miguel as a pup. He wanted to raise her to ring fight so I bought her so he couldn't."

He crouched, rubbing at her, and the powerful dog growled in affection, tail thumping against the trailer before he straightened up some, watching her wander off. "Not quite out of her pup years yet."

He opened the trailer door, ushering her in, and moved to find the parasol in the small area.

[lilliane sinclair evans]

Laine had a dog once, a hunting dog named Chester. He had been killed by her maker so many years ago. She could never bring herself to get another one since. She watched how Tybalt seemed to light up when talking about Pitch and petting her. "That's quite noble of you." Dog fighting was a disgusting sport.

Laine ran a hand along the top of Pitch's head as she followed Tybalt into his trailer. Now she would make her move. She made to trip and reached out as if to stop herself, her pale cold hand coming to rest on his forearm. Humans were so warm she thought momentarily as she looked up at him through hooded eyes, "sorry".

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt felt her hand on his arm, mumbled a not very interested apology for the slight mess. "Ah.." He didn't bother move her arm, straightening up with the parasol and turning towards her.

"Here.." He licked at his lips. "You uh..alright?"

[lilliane sinclair evans]

She was pleased that he did not remove her hand. She looked up at him with a shy smile. "I'm fine. Thank you." She stepped closer, gripping his forearm a little tighter. With a soft sigh she stood on her tiptoes and leaned forward. Now or never. "Let me stay." There was no slurring in her speech now, and her eyes were clear, if a little red around the iris, so what?

[tybalt rogue maychester]

Tybalt froze some. Within him his inhuman senses told him something was off. But he'd always been raised with human way, didn't know his real father was Hades himself. It would explain his attitude however.

He cleared his throat, turning some in the small area to look at her. "And why would you want to do that?"