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Post by Cian M. Black on Nov 3, 2015 0:10:45 GMT
”I just feel sooo stupid,” Cian said, her head down on the table, holding onto her beer. Lydia gave her a comforting pat on the back. They had to talk a little louder just to be heard over the music, but Cian didn’t mind. She’d always enjoyed the atmosphere of nightclubs. Brad, however, had hated them, so it had been a little while since she’d even gone clubbing. If things had gone according to plan, Cian would have been at her wedding reception right about then. The wedding had been called off the day before though, after Cian walked in on her fiancé fucking her maid of honor… who also happened to be her cousin. ”I knew I should have just made one of you my maid of honor.” Honestly, her other choice had been Athena, but she’d had a bit of pressure from her family and Cassie was blood. Blood apparently didn’t mean shit to Cassie though. ”Yes, you should have,” Lydia said in agreement. ”A scorpion probably would have made a better maid of honor than Cassie.””I mean… I kind of had a feeling he was cheating on me, but my cousin?” She lifted her head to look at her friends, each of them there to lend their support and get pissed alongside her. In all honesty, Cian was sort of relieved. She’d known she wasn’t really all that in love with Brad… but perhaps she’d been settling. This just gave her a way out of their engagement. ”Cassie can go to hell. And Brad… he wasn’t your type anyway. Tennis and cricket playing, polo wearing, straight-laced, and pompous… he has a fucking dog named Fifi. He’s more Morticia’s type than your type,” Mercy insisted. Cian smiled at that. ”Fifi is his mother’s dog…” she said, sitting up and taking a drink of her beer. She’d always hated that white poodle that was just as nasty as her owner. ”We tried telling you. The two of you just don’t mesh well at all. You need someone tall, dark and handsome… muscular… with tattoos…” Mercy was practically drooling over her own description of the kind of man Cian apparently needed. ”Maybe someone should tell Keiran to get some tattoos, if that’s what turns you on,” Cian said to Mercy, arching a brow. Her friend just shook her head. ”No, trust me, Keiran has no problem turning me on, even without tattoos. Sorry, Athena.” Mercy gave her sister in-law a not so apologetic smile. Everyone’s words were noticeably starting to slur a little, but they were there to get drunk and have a good time anyway. ”I love a man with tattoos,” Lydia said with a sigh. ”Yes, we know. We all see the way you ogle Aiden’s whenever he takes off his shirt.” You would think that after having been together this long, Lydia might have lost interest in staring at Aiden’s tattoos, but nope. They still caused her to walk into things and lose focus. ”Seriously though… what sort of guy fucks his fiancé’s cousin?” Cian asked. She may not have loved Brad the way she should have, but knowing that a guy was willing to cheat on her like that just stung. Was she really not enough to satisfy a man? ”I mean, is there something wrong with me?””Oh, shut up. There’s nothing wrong with you. Brad is just an asshole… you know what you need? You need to get laid by someone who doesn’t have a stick up his ass. Look over there. That guy is eying you up, Cian. Look at those tattoos… he so wants you.” Mercy inclined her head toward the guy and Cian turned to look. He was an all right looking man. But was she really up for a one-night stand? She hadn’t had one of those in a few years and she knew how risky they could be. ”Go talk to him,” Lydia said, practically pushing her out of the booth. ”And don’t come back until you’ve hooked up or gotten a phone number.”Reluctantly, Cian slid out of the booth, grabbing her beer as her friends erupted into fits of drunken giggles. ”If he’s a murderer, I’m coming back and haunting all of your asses,” she said before making her way toward the bar. The colored club lights were flashing and the music was pumping as people were grinding all over each other on Déjà Vu’s dance floor. Squeezing past the throngs of people between the dance floor and the bar, Cian was heading right toward Mr. All Right Looking, mustering up all of her confidence. He was watching her approach, perking up in expectation as the red head was clearly coming for him. Until someone bumped into her that is. ”Mother, fucker,” Cian shrieked in a way that would have made Morticia bury her head in her hands as her beer was spilled all down the front of her dress. ”God damn that’s COLD.” She was trying not to be annoyed. She hadn’t seen this man and he hadn’t seen her. Not to mention… she was rather tipsy. It was nobody’s fault. A lot of other people would have gotten pissed and freaked out, but Cian was more concerned over the fact that she now had beer seeping through her dress, running down her bra and everything. She had nothing to try to soak it up with and dry herself off. Her now empty cup of beer was lying on the ground, along with what contents didn’t manage to get soaked up by her dress. ”I’m sorry, I might be a little on the-“ she looked up at the guy she’d bumped into, nearly losing her train of thought. ”Tipsy side…” Forget about Mr. All Right Looking. This guy was Mr. Sexy As Hell. Cian
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Post by Killian J. Mikaelson on Nov 5, 2015 2:29:24 GMT
”I still wish you had let me punch her… or put nair in both of their shampoo bottles. Just imagine the looks they’d get when they showed up for work.” Athena said laughing about the image in her head over her drink. ”A spitting cobra would have made a better maid of honor than Cassie, I don’t even know what you saw in Brad anyway. I always told you he was good for nothing. At least you found out his true colors before you actually married that asshole.” She added before taking a giant sip out of the straw sticking out of her margarita and then licking the salt off the rim. It was her third one already, not to mention a couple shots of tequila. They were here to get shit faced anyway so it didn’t matter.
Athena glanced over at Mercy as she said this about her brother and grinned. ”Don’t say sorry, it’s in the Slater’s genes Merc. And I have tried to get him to come and get some tats, with a sizable discount and he’s refused so far.” She said elbowing her sister-in-law in the side as if to tell her she needed to convince him to agree. ”I’m pretty sure all the guys in both of your families have great genes.” Katerina piped in with a grin as well. Being married to Mercy’s brother she would know but her comment made Athena laugh into her straw and spray Kat with some of her margarita as the air bubbled up to the surface of her drink. She almost knocked the drink over as she handed Kat a napkin. ”Whoops…” She said before honing in on the conversation at hand. It might be time to be cut off after this one…
Killian pulled the latch on the hidden door and opened it out into the VIP section of his club. From this side it looked like any respectable lounge area for people to sit and drink and converse without having to be bombarded with the loud dance music from the main part of the club. But on the other side of the bookcase was a secret lair with rooms where his club catered to people who liked a little bit, or a lot, of kink. Of course he was licensed to have such a business but it wasn’t just public knowledge that his club was also an underground BDSM establishment. Killian himself wasn’t into the hardcore stuff but it generated good money.
Looking around a minute he straightened his leather jacket before walking over to his VIP bouncer. ”How’s it going up here?” He asked, looking out over the crowded room of his club. It was packed that night. His bouncer shrugged ”Nothing crazy has happened yet boss. But I can handle it if something does.” the guy said confidently. Killian nodded his head before beginning to walk through the crowded dance floor. As a rule he didn’t usually drink while he was there, it was bad press to catch the owner of such an establishment drinking along with his patrons. But tonight was the anniversary of his divorce from his cheating gold digging ex-wife and the bitch kept trying to call him, probably to remind him of the fact that it had been a whole year already.
Killian didn’t even make it to the bar though before he accidentally bumped into someone and heard the glass from their drink clank on the ground and heard the woman let out a few expletives. Catching her by her elbow so that she wouldn’t fall he looked down at the redheaded woman in front of him. Just looking at her he knew, that if she was up to it, he was about to throw another of his rules out of the window. He didn’t pick up woman from his club, mainly because that could also lead to nasty rumors and other things a business owner didn’t need. But by the Gods this woman was gorgeous, even in her intoxicated flushed state. Killian gave her one of his million dollar smiles and grabbed a few napkins from the table nearby and handed them to her, though he was tempted to blot up the alcohol from her chest and dress himself. ”Lemme guess, you do this all the time to unsuspecting men, hoping to get them caught in your web? A gorgeous red head like you… it probably work a hundred percent of the time am I right?” He said, winking. He knew that she hadn’t done it on purpose from how genuine her surprise had been but he couldn’t help but tease her.
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Post by Cian M. Black on Nov 6, 2015 1:04:18 GMT
Cian took the napkins from him and immediately started to blot at the front of her dress, hating that wet clothing feel. "Yep, that's exactly how I do it. Lure them in, get them all hot and bothered, take them out back and murder them in an alley..." Cian was no stranger to flirting, but she wasn't your average girl either. Wiping her chest, her hand momentarily disappeared down the front of it in an attempt to soak up the beer that had dripped between her breasts.
"It's a form of art," she said, looking up at him and flashing him a smile. Not all men appreciated her sometimes dark humor... Brad certainly hadn't and it was becoming clearer to her that her now ex-fiancé was a bit of a buzzkill. "Guess this means I'll have to adjust my tactic for you now, doesn't it?" His wink caused her stomach to somersault.
Of course, Cian didn't notice her friends watching her from their table, practically squealing with excitement as they spied Cian running into probably the hottest guy in the club that night. Nor did she notice a sullen Mr. All Right Looking skulking off to go find some other pretty red head to bang. Of course, she also didn't know that there was another reason that her friends were practically falling out of their seats and why Mr. All Right Looking was cutting his loss so easily. Cian may have been oblivious, but they weren't.
Knowing that there was just no walking away now that she was locked on her target, Cian vaguely wondered what the hell was wrong with this guy. He was handsome... no, scratch that. He was sexy, charming, seemingly nice so far... She pegged him as the type to fool around with women a lot, but that was okay with her. She wasn't looking for a relationship, she was looking for a night of being free. The last thing she needed was to be tied down and committed to someone. She was determined to not let that happen again for a while. Brad had officially obliterated her desire to commit. "I'm Cian, by the way," she said, her green eyes sparking as she offered up a flirtatious smile. She knew it wasn't exactly a common name and had grown up with people mispronouncing it just about all the time. There wasn't even a flicker of recognition in those green eyes of hers as she stared up at him, waiting for him to tell her who he was.
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Post by Killian J. Mikaelson on Nov 6, 2015 3:25:51 GMT
Killian raised his eyebrows at her, thoroughly intrigued by her sense of humor. It wasn’t often that he came across a woman that could hold up with him in that department, his ex-wife surely couldn’t. There had been times she had thought he was insulting her instead of complimenting her. Mentally he shrugged, he was rid of her after all. ”It seems like we’re quite a pair. You lure men to their deaths with your beauty while I was totally planning on spiking your drink and selling you on the black market. You’d fetch a nice price I’d imagine.” Killian said with a wink. He watched as she unabashedly stuck her hand down her dress to sop up the beer that had sloshed down between those incredibly perky breasts of hers. From the way they moved Killian determined that they were, in fact, all natural like he suspected the color of her hair was as well. He just wanted to take her downstair and eat her up… but she was drunk and he definitely wasn’t going to take advantage of her… but he could offer her to take a ride with him and he could have fun getting drunk in her company.
The only thing that took his gaze from her alluring green eyes was the sound of someone falling out of their chair, and as he looked up he saw three sets of female eyes on him and the woman in front of him. It didn’t take much deduction to figure out that she had come with them. They were laughing and quite obviously recognized him even if she didn’t. That intrigued him further. He looked back at her as she introduced herself. Hell, even her name was beautiful. ”Looks like we both got stuck with unique names Cian, I’m Killian.” He told her smiling and offering her his arm in a shockingly gentlemanly style.
”I know it’s probably one of those safety one oh one tips not to ever accept such invitations, but would you like to take a drive in my limo around town? Do some sightseeing and get even more drunk than we are now?” He asked, he was serious… his driver would probably be a bit confused but Roberto could get over it. Killian wanted to spend time in this woman’s company, get his mind off of Meredith and her phone calls for a night and have some fun. Was that such a crime? Nope, not at all. ”You can go tell your friends over there where you’re going if you want… you know, the buddy system and all.” Killian suggested though he half hoped she declined… he didn’t want her to find out who he was and then have her look at him differently like they all ended up doing.
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Post by Cian M. Black on Nov 7, 2015 0:38:19 GMT
"I'd like to think I'm worth a great deal, so don't go selling me at the first offer you get. Hold out for the highest bidder." she said with an appreciative smile. Finally, someone she could actually joke with. This was the sort of guy that her stepmother warned her to stay away from... so of course that drove her even closer. Brad had been the sort of guy Morticia encouraged her to be with and look at how that turned out.
Killian. It was a sexy name, she couldn't deny that. When he mentioned having a limo, she had to admit that the offer was tempting. The last time she'd driven somewhere in a limo was in high school, for her senior prom. Cian's family had always been well off, but they didn't exactly boast of it or flash it around excessively. Many of her parents' friends were well off too, but Cian didn't really care for such things or even for celebrity news and gossip. Money had never been a priority in Cian's life and, though she'd inherited a good sum of money from her mother after her death, she'd hardly touched it, relying solely on the money she'd worked for herself. As a child, she hardly even knew her actual mother whose solution for everything was to throw money at it. She'd always sent money and expensive gifts to Cian, but it was rare that she actually saw her. Her father and Morticia had raised her and even when her mother died, Cian didn't give a damn about the money. Not having her mother around hadn't mattered though, not when she had Morticia. In all reality, Morticia was the only mother she ever really knew... and ever really needed, despite how they drove each other up the wall.
Cian had always known the risks to meeting guys in bars and leaving with them, but she'd always taken those risks anyway. Still, her friends always knew who she was leaving with. There was no way she was going to go over there and have them fawn all over her about this guy though. She would text them from the limo. "Are you kidding me? They're going to want to tag along too if I tell them I'm going for a ride in a limo, let's go." Taking his arm, she heard their girly screeches of excitement even over the music. "Besides, they've seen your face, so they know who to pick out in a police line up after you sell me on the black market."
Cian may have been a little on the drunk side, but she knew what she was doing... and that was having fun and forgetting about her cheating ex-fiancé and slut cousin. If things went her way, Killian certainly wouldn't be her first one night stand. Looking back at her friends as she let Killian lead her away, she made a point of flipping them off as they were cat calling to them over the pounding music. Ladylike was never really Cian's forte.
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Post by Killian J. Mikaelson on Nov 26, 2015 7:24:48 GMT
Killian was more than relieved when she declined his offer to go tell her friends where they were going even though that was probably the wrong reaction. He should have forced her to go over there and tell them, if only to prove he wasn’t some kind of serial killer or rapist. But there wasn’t a bone in his body that wanted him to do that, especially since she seemed to have no clue who he was. That wasn’t something he happened across much these days and it was honestly like a breath of fresh air to him. It didn’t hurt that she was absolutely stunning either and had a sense of humor that matched his own.
As he walked her through the club he found himself laughing at what she had just said and feeling a little bit better about not making her talk to her friends first. It was true anyway, the looks on their faces had told him right away that they recognized him and would definitely be able to ID him later… if that were ever to actually be necessary, which it wouldn’t. ”That’s definitely true, all those strobe lights and dim overhead bar lights give me such a great complexion though so it’s completely possible they won’t be able to recognize me in regular lighting.” He joked as he pulled out his phone and pressed one on the touchscreen keypad.
After a short conversation with his driver he hung up and opened the door to the club for her and then escorted her to the curb. Killian was thankful they only had to wait another minute before it arrived and his driver got out to open the door for him. ”Gustav, this is Cian, and she will be riding with us as we give her a proper tour of New York.. which of course means getting drunk as you drive us around to all the best tourist locations.” Killian said to his driver as he helped Cian inside and then slid in himself. Once inside, and Gustav shut the door behind him, he wasted no time raiding the mini fridge he kept stocked with only the best liquors. Holding the door open he looked over at hi redheaded new friend and said ”Pick your poison.” with that devilishly handsome grin of his.
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Post by Cian M. Black on Dec 7, 2015 21:13:49 GMT
Cian probably should have been nervous about getting into a limo with a stranger, but she'd done much worse in the past. Her stepmother would probably have a heart attack right then, but what Morticia didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Besides, Cian needed some kind of outlet to vent her frustrations over Brad and Cassie's betrayal. As much as she knew that she didn't really love Brad, it still hurt to know that someone would so willingly cheat on her with her own cousin. Was she really that unappealing to men? Looking over at Killian as they stepped outside, she figured he must have found her appealing in some way, shape, or form seeing as he was pretty much picking her up in a club. Then again, he didn't really know her. Maybe it was her personality... or maybe it was her skills in the bedroom? Nobody had ever complained about those skills before... as a matter of fact, she'd been praised on them.
Smiling and greeting Gustav politely before Killian helped her into the back of the limo, Cian slid in and took a look around. She couldn't help but wonder exactly who this guy was and what he had done to afford the luxury of a limo, but it honestly wasn't the limo that made him so appealing to her. That was just an added bonus. That grin of his when he told her to pick what she wanted out of the mini fridge made her heart pound and a flush sweep across her face.
"So then I walk in, wondering what the hell this God awful noise is, coming from the bedroom, and there's my maid of honor! On her back, legs in the air, with my fiancé, on my bed. Like, a part of me cares more about the fact that they were screwing on my new bed spread than anything else. Oh, and did I mention that my whore of a maid if honor is also my cousin? And I know she was faking it. He's not good enough in bed to warrant those kind of noises. She sounded like a dying monkey." Cian may have been a little on the drunk side. Okay, she was more drunk than she'd planned on getting with Killian, but she deserved a night to vent and let lose, didn't she?
The conversation flowed surprisingly easily between them and it hadn't taken long before Cian was spilling her guts to this man and telling him all about her cheating fiancé and bitch cousin, with the help of some alcohol to loosen her lips, that is. She vaguely wondered if she was disclosing a little too much or even boring him, but it wasn't like she was sitting there and crying over it. No, Cian was breaking out into the world freeing herself in the ultimate "fuck you" to Brad and Cassie. They could suck her imaginary dick for all she cared. Not for a moment did she even look sad about this deception and she held back any insecurities that this ordeal had left her with. There was no way she was going to let that asshole get her down.
"You know what's funny? I'm angry, but I'm not even that upset. Marrying him would have been awful. I think my stepmom was more in love with him than I was... He's all proper and snooty. Your typical country club, mama's boy with a stick up his ass. He plays golf and watches it on TV. WHO DOES THAT?! Golf is the worst sport to watch!" Cian laughed at this, her words very slightly slurred. She wasn't exactly falling over or throwing up, but she was definitely having a good time. Killian was surprisingly great company, actually, and she was hardly even paying attention to the city as they drove around.
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