Log, Ongoing

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

When; August 08, Night time
Rating; We'll be safe and go with R, due to the foul mouthed, drug abusing, violent natures of some participating characters XD
Characters; Mickey ntrlbrnkiller, Elle venomouselle, and anyone else. It's open to all.
Summary; Mickey, bored and with a bad case of the munchies, stops off at the Raven.
Log;


Mickey sits at the table, alone for now. He was wearing his usual - all white except for his black leather jacket. His trademark sunglasses were in his pocket now as with them it'd be too dark to see anything. He'd pushed his chair up against the wall, he didn't quite trust this place yet and opted not to leave his back exposed.

It wasn't the nicest place. Mickey had noticed there were higher end areas but he'd never gotten into a higher end area of anything in his entire life. They were a little stricter there, too, if a fight broke out it'd probably be over in seconds and that was no fun.

He took a sip of his drink - nonfat milk for now - and ate from a big bag of salt and vinegar potato chips. He had a little bit of money now but wasn't planning on blowing it all because he was bored. There were more important things to buy, after all.

He looked around, hoping to spot someone he knew so he wouldn't be a total creep in a nightclub all alone.

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[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Elle came on her own. Just for a drink out of the house rather than heading straight back after work and a little walk about town. She stepped in, dressed in a dark blue suit and took a seat at the bar. She did see who was around without turning her head. Having one eye makes a person aware of all the mirrors an establishment puts in.

"Well," she thought to herself. "Fuck." Elle was already there. May as well just get her drink and go. Retreat was never a good thing.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

Mickey was taking a sip of his milk just as Elle walked in. Fantastic, just the person he wanted to see on his night out. He sighed, attempting not to look, but she'd probably already seen him.

Should he say hi? Should they just avoid each other all together? Well, it was better than sitting alone like a loser.

"...Hey, Elle."

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Elle turned the seat around by pushing softly on the bar, the stool swiveled. No drink yet to speak of.

What did he want?

"Hi, Mickey." Simple greeting in an even tone.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"You come here jus' to see me?" he laughed, of course she didn't and honestly he was glad of that. He took another sip of his milk.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Damn right she didn't. Elle reached into her coat to take out her cigarettes and lighter. "It's a coincidence entirely."

Lights up and exhales, not entirely turning her head from him. The usage of courtesy isn't urgent. "Just wanted a drink." Which he was preventing her from doing at the moment.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know." he said, "If you came here to see me I'd be watchin' out for snakes. Don' wanna end up like Budd, now."

His eyes lit up as she pulled out the smoke but - nope, just a regular old cigarette. Not like she would've shared anyways if she had something else.

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

That expectant, brief gleam before she got her cigarette wasn't lost on Elle. In addition to being a strangely self-righteous flash in the pan killer he was some kind of junkie. Pathetic.

"That'd be predictable wouldn't it? Killing the same way over and over. I like versatility." Already Mickey was afraid of her killing him. That's funny. So funny that she smiled just a little.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I guess so." he said, facing Elle now. As much as he didn't trust anyone in this place, he trusted Elle significantly less. "But I never really got tired of it."

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

Oh but he still didn't know her very well. "Was it really the same way? Every one of your, what? Fifty kills?"

Elle ordered a Long Island iced tea.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"Fifty-two." he said, "An' o' course not. Some I shot in the head. Some I shot in the chest. Some I cut up until they couldn't bleed no more. Some I just kicked their faces in."

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me," sweet tone of sarcasm, "fifty-two kills." It didn't make a bit of difference. Her opinion remained the same.

"That's what I'm saying. You chance up things. Makes life more interesting and it keeps em guessing. I don't think I'll be reacquainting myself with any black mambas here." At least by her own admission. Those little shits are expensive.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I jus' do whatever I wanna do at the time." he looked up for a moment, "I see my total don' seem to impress you. What's yours, bigshot?"

[venomouselle.livejournal.com]

"My total? I don't want to go throwing out any numbers I'm not sure of. Let me tell you though, I know that I had at least ten kills a month for job security and a few for circumstance or pleasure. Say, up to twenty."

Inhale and exhale of cigarette smoke while she thought it over. "And there are twelve months in a year, that'd put me at about two hundred and twenty a year."

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

Kara was pretty sure that it wasn't such a great idea to return to a vampire bar so soon after being incarcerated for destroying one. But the Raven was a bit better than the one she had been at before and Rayne would make sure things didn't devolve like they had at the other place.

Still, her low rise jeans and tank top turned enough heads to make her second guess her decision. All that exposed at a vampire bar might not be such a good idea.

Not everyone in the place was a vampire though. And a guy drinking milk in a nightclub? Now that was someone Kara had to get to know. Heading over to him she tried to give her best non-threatening smile to the guy.

"Hey, is this the non-vampire section over here?" she asked.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"Well, if it ain't then I'm in the wrong spot." he said, eying her up and down, "I ain't no vampire, last time I checked."

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"I know you're not," she said, giving him a bit of a sheepish smile. "I checked too. A girl can't be too careful, you know."

"You mind if I join you?" she asked, nodding to the seat opposite him.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." he took another sip of milk, "Mickey Knox. Yer probably from a different universe so I won't expect ya to know me. Now what's a nice gal like you doin' in dang ol' place like this?"

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"Nope, sorry, I don't know you Mickey," she told him as she slid into the seat across from him.

"My name is Kara, and I'm here pretending to be a nice gal," she said, flashing him a bit of a wicked smile.

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"Well, you doin' a damn good job o' pretending." he smiled, a little flirty. He was far too committed to his wife to actually try anything, but was a hopeless romantic at heart none the less. "An' what's an apparently nice gal like you doin' near someone like me, then?"

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, I've got a lot of practice," she said, grinning back at him as she relaxed in her chair. No lewd suggestions or come ons in the first few sentences, so that was a good sign.

"I have to admit, I'm intrigued by your milk," she said. "A club full of vampires and scantily dressed people and you manage to be the most interesting one in here."

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"I like drinkin' too but ain't nothin' better for ya than a glass o' nonfat milk. Little yoga afterwards. Keeps ya in shape." he took another sip, "You all alone?"

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

"Isn't this kind of a strange place to do it though?" she asked, arching an eyebrow quizzically. "And yeah, by myself. Sometimes my roommate Molly comes with me but tonight I didn't feel like partying, just... going out."

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"It's as good a place as any, an' probably the only one where I fit in. An' isn't it a bit dangerous for a young gal to be out all alone in this type o' place?" he said, then corrected himself, "Uh, not to sound threatenin' or anythin', I don' do any o' that dirty stuff. I'm married."

He lifted his hand showing his ring, a large metal ring of two snakes intertwined.

[punchlikeagirl.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was a totally cool wedding ring and even cooler that he'd be so faithful to his wife. Kara liked this guy.

"Yeah, it's dangerous," she admitted before giving another shy smile. "But not for me. Last week I beat up a whole club of vampires who didn't seem to understand the "look but don't bite" concept."

[ntrlbrnkiller.livejournal.com]

"So, you're a fighter then? I'm down with that. My wife Mal beat up a few guys here an' there, mostly in them run-down rural bars." He said.

He almost liked not being so famous here, it was nice to have a conversation with someone who had no idea he was a notorious mass murderer. "Maybe she was a bit rough on 'em, but they did make some very inappropriate comments."