Lady Sings the Blues

[Darren Liten]

Kittencat.  That had to be too 'cutesy' for a grown man, but he didn't complain.  He hadn't complained about any of her little nicknames, though he didn't exactly know why.  Maybe he just really didn't care if she called him those things, or there was also the chance that maybe he liked it.  Maybe he liked that she was so open about it, instead of pretending it wasn't there whenever she could.

Of course, she was also drunk.

"That Liam guy sounds like a real asshole," he remarked, leaning back a little as she slumped on his leg, though he looked at her a bit incredulously as she mentioned the hotel room.  "Shouldn't I be the one promising not to do anything funny?"

[Paris Black]

Paris smiled languidly, tasting the cherry sour on her lips from her last drink.  She idly wondered if Darren would like a drink, too. Instead of asking him, though, she leaned in as close as she possibly could and just smiled at him, though now the laziness before had bled into something sultry.

"Yeah. He was an asshole. But he ain't here right now. In fact, looks to be jes' you an' I at this li'l ole party, I reckon." She smelled like sweet liquer and cloves - it was a good smell, considering what some of the Lounge could have the odor of.

"As fer tryin' summat funny... you jes' leave it to me, tigger."

And with that, she moved to kiss him.

[Darren Liten]

It was fortunate that he didn't know what the rest of the Lounge smelled like, or he'd have been far more on his guard.  Aristide had apparently planned ahead, so shifters didn't catch a whiff of something strange and get suspicious.  Considering the last few weeks he'd had, it wouldn't have been all that surprising if he was on-guard anyway, but he was alright tonight.  He'd been traumatized by a vampire, seen his first person die, hit by a speeding Ferrari, and then had to deal with Mars jumping between being horrified by it all and overly loving, then gotten thrown out after a huge fight that had been started because of a bunch of vampires who were after Ash.  It was beautiful.  He should have been paranoid as hell, if only of that female vampire who'd sent him rushing into the street, but he hadn't seen her since.

He was thinking he might be safe.

Actually, he wasn't thinking much at all.  Not once she leaned in against him and he caught those smells coming off of her.  Humans completely didn't give their sense of smell enough credit, but Darren wasn't really human.  Her scent alone pulled him in, the liquor, cloves and that subtle, sweet scent of her beneath it all.  'Summat funny' was sounding damn good to 'tigger' right then, and it was hardly a surprise when he took some rather sudden and...eager initiative when her lips had nearly reached his.  

[Paris Black]

The funny thing was, as good of a mind-reader Paris could be, when she was this drunk, it didn't really matter, because she was too incoherent to express her thoughts on someone else's issues. And right now, she was incoherent enough to ignore Darren's ongoing brain-twist and just be, and what that meant, was kissing. Lots of kissing.

She was satisfied, somewhat, that his mind suddenly flatlined on her. That meant she was doing something right. Fingers reached up to run along his jawline, and she felt a surge of 'Liam? Who's Liam?' run through her body. Suddenly, Paris found herself wondering if she had any catnip to stuff down her shirt. Or her pants. Or anywhere on her person.

She pulled away. "Gawd, kitten, you're gonna get me into some kinda trouble with my boss," she accused, nails scratching lightly at his thigh where her hand rested. "I can't jes' be makin' out in the middle of the room like this."

Nevermind they wouldn't be the only pair in there pawing on eachother by a longshot. Hell, if you went further back, there were VIP rooms designed for.. things that were more intense.

[Darren Liten]

'Flatlined' was a good way of describing his thoughts right then, but where his thoughts failed him, instincts didn't.  Both man and cat knew what was going on, and that was just fine with him.  As they kissed, his hands found their way to her waist, though his grip remained very loose.  At first.

"Then, where won't your boss see?" he asked, not really taking the time or effort to ask more, or make it anymore eloquent than that.  Who needed eloquence here?  Her nails were scratching against his thigh, she'd just finished mauling his mouth, and his mind was in a happy state of haze.  Not incapacitated, but nicely foggy.  Those nails were going to encourage him to forget about her boss again.  Fast.

To let her know that, he squeezed her hips just enough for the suggestion, and closed the short distance between them just enough to lay a kiss and a gentle bite against her jaw.

[Paris Black]

Paris leaned back a little, and then grabbed Darren's hand and yanked him off of the stool. Oh, she got his drift. "I got a hotel room. Not far. Promise," she purred, dragging him into her for a moment. "That is, unless you got somewhere else you gotta be," she said, pouty and innocent with those 'how could you leave this?' eyes.

She absently slid her credit card across the counter at the tender only to have it pushed back - Paris didn't pay for much at this place, especially considering the money she'd been known to rake in. She wanted to suggest a Burlesque style show to Belinda and see if she and her female bandmates might be into the idea... but right now was the time to concentrate on this gorgeous animal in front of her.

"So?" she prompted.

[Darren Liten]

If he'd had anywhere else to be, it would have been forgotten right then anyway.  Normally, Mars would have been the only thing holding him back from this sort of a situation, but there was no such problem here.  Not anymore.

He reached into his pocket and tossed a ten on the bar, not sure how much that shifter-strength drink had been, but leaving enough for that, the soda, and a tip, at least.  She may have been covered for her tab, but he didn't guess that he'd be in the same situation.  Besides, it let him move on to more important things.

Like this girl.  

"I need to be in that hotel room.  With this really hot blonde that I have to ravish," he told her, his voice dropping the closer he got to her as he urged her towards the door.  He hadn't needed any real convincing.

[Paris Black]

"Sounds goooood," she slurred, a hand clawing at his arm as she was nudged towards the door. It was often enough a couple left the Lounge like this, but it was usually Paris and Liam, not Paris and Darren. Liam never responded to her quite like this, though. He was always angry and tired.

Paris and Darren were presumed to have made it to the hotel room, of course.