Are you following me? (Leo)

[Lydia Edwards]

This place was a real dive, and Lydia was sort of glad she could be here at the moment. It was better than just walking around in the dark, aimless and bored. Now she was sitting in a dive bar, aimless and bored. It was a chilly night outside and the hot but smoky interior was fine for her. They didn’t check IDs here, and so she sat there with a beer, a cheap one, basically all she could afford at current.

Lydia was feeling far better now that her ribs had mostly healed and she wasn’t as exhausted as usual. She was fine with that to a point. At least she wasn’t feeling like she was going to throw up.

In fact last night she had tracked down something to hunt and drink, someone rather. She was doing well right now, she was even, she wasn’t on a killing spree. There was something about this place, and fending for herself that made her actions a lot less wasteful.

Lydia sat at a dark corner table. She liked her space and her privacy, also it gave her the advantage on the room. She could see everything so long as she was actually looking. Right now she wasn’t, instead her eyes were fixed on the book she had open on the table in front of her.

She took a sip from her beer and then put it back down.

[Leon Banx]

Leo and a few other men bustled in, laughing and talking loudly. One of them shoved Leo, and Leo--looking the tiniest bit tipsy--stumbled over and fell into one of his friends. There was another joyous burst of laughter from the group, and Leo was grinning like a fool.

Just as he was following after his friends towards the front of the place, he spotted a chick sitting alone at a table. Not realizing just yet who it was, he nudged one of his buddies. "Hey, look. Some chick's just sittin' there, all by herself."

The guy looked over and grinned. "She is," he agreed with a nod. "And she's reading? Dude, what the hell!" He laughed. "Who reas anymore?...Dare you to go over there."

"I will!" With a large grin he started marching over. A few feet away from the table, he opened his mouth to call out to the woman when he saw who it was. It wasn't just a woman--it was Lydia. His stomach knotted and he turned around, bolting back to the others.

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I...er...know...her...." he grumbled awkwardly, pursing his lips and tilting his head to one side.

"And that's a bad thing?" The one who had dared him to go over chuckled, staring at the girl over his shoulder. "She's pretty friggin' hot, man."

Leo barred his teeth and made a hissing noise.

Frowning, the man tilted his head back and inhaled deeply. "Oooh, good point. OH! That the one who bit'cha?"

"Yeah." Leo smiled sheepishly, shrugging. "I keep running into her, I really can't go over there. She like hates my guts, but the feeling is kinda mutual, soooo...." He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing and staring at his feet.

[Lydia Edwards]

There were a few advantages to being what Lydia was. Currently she was using one of those advantages to eaves drop, her hearing was excellent, truly excellent. She didn’t really expect that many other patrons would come in here.

It really was a dive after all, and the patrons themselves looked very scruffy. Lydia was the exception, as she was not really a regular here. Still if they weren’t going to get hung up on IDs she just might be one after a while. Where she came from the drinking age was lower, so this side of the Atlantic was a bit of a pain about that. Still she found ways of getting around it, like right now.

Then a little group of guys came into the bar, like this place wasn’t already enough of a sausage factory. She listened in, never moving her eyes. It wasn’t hard really since they were speaking so loudly.

Soon she started to realize that they were talking about her. She really hoped that they didn’t, and thought they might not when they seemed so put off over her book. Well that was why she brought the book, so she didn’t have to talk to anyone.

One said he would approach her and she looked up in an attempt to stare him off, however her expression immediately changed to surprise.

She looked pointedly back down at her book as she tried to think of what to do. Last time she had seen him she had been very sick, and before that she took a drink out of him.

After a moment or two she stood to get another beer. On her way she paused by Leo for half a second and whispered in his ear.

“Seriously Leo. Are you following me or something?”

[Leon Banx]

A friend on Leo's left whistled at Lydia, winking.

Leo gave him a look that said, 'buzz off,' before glancing at her. "No!" he responded in a half-hiss, half snap. But then she was gone, being it was stated she had only been standing there for a half a second. He paused, shifting from foot to foot before walking after her.

"I'm not following you!...Okay, I am, right now, but that's just 'cause I'm trying to talk to you. If anything, I think you're following me!" He nodded his head. "'Cause I was gonna come here first, soooo...stalker." He stuck his tongue out at her, rolling his eyes very slightly.

He could hear his buddies babbling behind him, and he tried to ignore them by flipping his collar up to nearly cover his ears. He wore a black leather jacket, underneath that a white t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a shiny pair of brown shoes (whose laces were untied). His hair was messy; he ran his fingers through it, aware that he felt nervous and skittish standing there.

[Lydia Edwards]

Lydia ignored the whistle as she got her beer and paid.

She knew Leo’s hissed no was true, but she was just trying to get his goat anyways. She knew that he really was not following her. After all he hated her guts wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure she cared that much if he did or didn’t. Still it was far easier to have friends than enemies.

Then she heard a voice behind her at the bar and she turned around. She simply cocked an eyebrow as he spoke about how he wasn’t following her and how she much be stalking him. “Tut tut now, you’ve forgotten the most important fact of the matter. I was here first. Also I can’t read minds so I had no idea you were coming here.”

Lydia took a drink of her beer and then rolled her eyes at him. She stepped up to Leo, and put her hands up to his neck, flipping his collar back down. “I’m not going to bite, and when you do that you look like an idiot.” Lydia was fairly neatly put together with her skinny jeans, red tank top, and long black cardigan over it. Her hair was kept back in a braid though a few wisps had broken free. She took another drink.

[Leon Banx]

"But if you were stalking me, you would have known I planned on going her, 'cause I said it audibly, and not just up here." He nodded, tapping the side of his head.

Leo felt his cheeks redden when she fixed his collar, in part because behind him his friends cooed loudly and called out things like, "Awwwh, ain't that the sweetest thing you've ever seen!" His eyes narrowed and he glared over his shoulder for a moment before looking back at her. "So?" he said. "What if my neck's cold or somethin'?" Sighing deeply, he moved past her to order his own beer.

A second later he stepped back with a paid for beverage in his hand. "I'm guessing that you found another snack," he murmured, referring to the fact that she had said she wouldn't bite him. "If not, I have a couple of idiots you might like over there." Rolling his eyes, he jerked his chin in his friend's direction. Then he took a sip of the amber liquid. Swallowing, he said, "Eyeaaah, they're pains."

[Lydia Edwards]

“I have far better things to do than stalk you.” Was that true though? Sure, she wasn’t stalking him but was she doing? Simply put she was looking for something that she was not going to find. Why was that? Because she was not even sure what it was. That was how it seemed to work at the moment, and she hated it. She just wanted more, like a clue or something. Otherwise this was just a wild goose chase.

“If your neck is cold then buy yourself a scarf, and in case you are wondering it is far more effective.” She had to keep herself from glaring at his friends, useless things that they were. She guessed that they were truly idiots or already somewhat drunk.

She grinned when he mentioned about her finding another snack. “Oh Leo, pet, you sound almost disappointed. You must remember that bite, like that kiss, was just a one time thing. That is unless you’re offering, I could always go for a nibble.” She kept her voice low so his friends would not overhear her. “If they are such pains, why do you hang out with

[Leon Banx]

"What a compliment," Leo mumbled, rolling his eyes. "You sure know how to flatter a guy, don't you, Lydia." He sipped from his cup, keeping it close to his lips as he waited for her to speak some more. When she did speak, he snorted, shrugging.

"I dunno. Honestly, I work with 'em, but don't know 'em that well." He shrugged once more. "Wait, did you just call me pet!?" he gave her a funny look. "How many of those have you had, honey?" He laughed. "I'm the one with the cutesy name-giving, not you. And if you do want to give me a nickname, please, let it be something cooler than...pet. Just 'cause I can bark like a dog and occasionally have a tail doesn't mean I answer to 'Fido.'" He rolled his eyes again, shaking his head slightly.

He paused in thought for a moment, staring at the ceiling as if pondering something. "Go for a nibble of what exactly?" He winked at her, and then chuckled. "Take that comment however you want to take it," he murmured, taking a hearty swallow.

[Lydia Edwards]

“I could say about the same to you. Your ability to say nice things isn’t exactly stunning, in fact it is easily the opposite. Plus, you aren’t the sort of guy I have to worry about flattering.” She took another sip as he made his deal about being called pet. It was an old term of affection and she had barely even noticed that she had used it on him until he fussed over it.

“Fido? Should I call you Fido?” She laughed after that one. She took another sip of her beer, not sure which one she was on at this point. She didn’t really pay attention to that, but she wasn’t really nursing that much of a buzz quite yet. She shook her head at what he said. “Your nicknames aren’t cutesy, they are mean for the most part. Now tell me, would Wolfie suit you better?” She shot him another grin.

She smiled about the nibble she had mentioned. “You of course, cheeky thing that you are.” She didn’t really intend on actually doing that, though she could do it much more gently and far less painfully for him if she wanted. “Naughty boy, don’t wink at me.”

[Leon Banx]

"Like you don't think I'm hot," Leo scoffed, rolling his eyes. Then he glared, pouting a bit. "I'd prefer if you didn't call me Fido! Or Wolfie! And what was the last mean nickname I gave you, hmmm?" He was giving a crooked amused kind of grin despite the fact that he looked annoyed with her.

"Have you ever even seen a real wolf, Lydia?" He tilted his head to one side. "You wouldn't be just calling me wolfie if you saw me. You'd be all, 'Oh damn that thing's big enough to swallow me whole!'" He nodded his head. "Okay, I'd probably have to bite you into small, swallow-able pieces, but, whatever. I've still got a pretty mean wolf form." He took a final swig of his beer, having finished it at a surprisingly fast rate.

"Cheeky? I'll take that as a compliment." He chuckled quietly, watching her with an interested gleam. "Don't tell me what to do and maybe I won't," he replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her before laughing. He knew that made no sense, but said it anyway, just because.

[Lydia Edwards]

“Like you don’t think I’m hot.” She replied, stressing the you and the I in the phrase. She very nearly laughed after that. She could not be sure what to think of him. Part of him was very entertaining, and part of him made her want to kick him, then of course there was the part of him that made her want to bite. “And I can’t remember if it was thick headed or stupid, it was one of those two. I can’t recall exactly.”

Lydia cocked an eyebrow when he talked about his form. “I know, I know what it looks like. I’ve seen it before. It’s a different world in England as opposed to Florida.” Of course she didn’t know his markings, but general size she did. “And stop talking about eating me.”

That was when she saw the marks left on his neck from her first encounter with him. She raised an hand and brushed gentle fingertips over them. “You wear them well.” She moved faster than he did, easily faster if he was just in plain human form. She was up on her toes and next to his neck in a moment. She tilted her head up so her lips were next to his ear. “I guess I don’t have to kiss it better.”

[Leon Banx]

"Well, I do, but that's besides the point," Leo murmured, shrugging it off lightly. "Awwwh, well," He raised his fist and gently knocked on the top of her head. "Judging by the sound your skull just made, and judging by the fact that I'm not a doctor and have no medical knowledge, I pronounce you thick headed and stupid! You may now kiss the bride." He shrugged, maneuvering away slightly just for a second to grab a new beer from one of his friends when they weren't looking. Just as craftily he replaced it with his empty one, watching as--amazingly--no one seemed to notice him.

He slipped back to her, hearing her words from, 'what it looks like.' "Stealth mode," he mumbled happily to himself, sipping the amber colored liquid gleefully. "Leo's got stealth mode!--Hmm? Why should I, pipsqueak?"

He opened his mouth to say something more when he felt her touch on his neck. His eyebrow shot up, and he looked at her curiously, not moving his head. Only his eyes followed her; they strained to see he as she spoke in his ear. "Oh, no, you can still kiss it if you want to." He shrugged. "I don't really care much either way." But the sly and slightly cocky grin on his lips said otherwise.

[Lydia Edwards]

If Lydia was sure of one thing and one thing only it was that Leo was a bizarre creature, and that had nothing to do with his being a werewolf. She watched as he snagged a beer from one of the loud crowd that he came with. She was surprised that they were leaving them alone, surprised but relieved by it in a way. She hated cat calls and jeers and she got enough of that in the slums around here. She stuck to those places, where she could be invisible for a while. It was cheap living but living none the less, and that was what she could afford at current.

“You’re acting drunk, please tell me you aren’t drunk after one beer. I am not impressed by that one, lightweight.” She laughed and then focused back on what she was doing. A bored Lydia could be a dangerous Lydia in this case. “Its rude to talk about eating people in public.”

She knew she had his attention at the very least, and wasn’t surprised that she did. After all what control did he have compared to her? She felt like she was in charge in this situation, she felt like she had what he wanted. “I think you do care, I think you care a lot.” Her hand trailed to touch the other side of his neck and jaw to hold him still. She pressed her lips slowly against the marks. Then she withdrew them and pressed again just above the marks.

[Leon Banx]

Leo's eyes fluttered lightly shut, and he sipped from his drink again, holding gently still as she kissed him. "I'm not drunk, honey," He murmured, shrugging his shoulders. "Not even buzzed. After this 'un,' He gave the beverage a gentle shake, "I might be, but even then, just barely. I normally behave like a retard, without drinking...I have ADD or something." He shrugged again.

"Okkaaayyyy....I care....a little." He laughed quietly, his eyes opening and looking down at her. "Pipsqueak," he addressed her with this moniker again, "Can we not just stand here like this? It's so...open over here. The last thing I want is my boys seeing you do that; for your own safety of course. You really don't want them all over you. They reek of body odor." He nodded his head knowingly. "Is there anymore more cliche' that we can go, hmm?" He tilted his head towards hers, trying to make her kiss his lips. But he failed, and his lips instead brushed against her cheek bone.

Amazingly, his friends had yet to notice anything. Thick headed, or drunk, you ask? The answer: mostly the first choice, but a bit of the second.

[Lydia Edwards]

Funny how they ended up back where they started, at least that was what Lydia thought to herself. Then again that thought was wring as this was not where they had started. At least then he had tried to be charming and she was hungry. Now he was just acting like a tool, but she didn’t expect anything less from him to be fair. It was so funny how he tried to carry on just as he was. As her lips found the third spot on his neck she rolled her eyes. It was a simple enough question, she didn’t need to hear a whole theory on how he got drunk. After that third beer she was nursing a slight buzz, but she’d need another.

“If anyone is thick headed it’s you, stop talking so much.” The movement in his neck from his jaw caused her to be able to feel the pulse of his jugular with her lips. That wasn’t safe and she knew it. “You’re friends won’t come near me, what was it I heard them call me earlier? A bitch? No one wants to go near a bitch.” She laughed lightly when he missed her mouth and she turned her head so their lips actually met for a brief moment before she pulled back.

“There is nothing cliché about this, I’m buzzed and kissing an asshole in a dive bar.”