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gossipsnake · 11 months ago

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TIMING: Current PARTIES: Anita (@gossipsnake) and Mateo (@fearhims3lf) SUMMARY: Anita and Mateo find themselves at the same bar, both looking to add a bit of excitement to their evening. Things don't exactly go as planed. CONTENT WARNINGS: WR Spice (implied).

Sometimes the clubs were a tired scene. Even on a night light this, with the DJ pumping out some fairly decent music (for this town, anyway), a crowded dance floor, and heavy pours from the bartenders; Anita felt uninspired. The polite rejections from the few, evidently straight, women she had hit on already were expected and didn’t bother her in the slightest. The bother came from somewhere inside of her. She wondered if this is what some women had meant when they had told her that one day she would get old and grow tired of her own games. That certainly couldn’t be it she told herself. No, this was just an off night. It happened.

She decided that, after she finished off the remainder of the drink in her hands, she would simply go home. The person who had been sitting beside her got up from the bar stool after sliding some cash over to the bartender to close out their tab. With just a few sips left, Anita decided it was probably a good idea to flag the bartender down now and ask for the bill given how busy the night was. As she waited for them to come back around, someone new sat down beside her. Anita turned to look at the heavily tattooed man still donning dark sunglasses despite being inside and almost instinctively rolled her eyes a bit.

Wicked’s Rest was known for many things, even a decent bar scene, but what it lacked was exactly what Mateo had wanted to do in the first place. A proper punk scene that wasn’t filled with posers who had never heard a single song by the people they garnished on their t-shirts. Sure, the designs were cool and everybody was entitled to their own fashion sense, but the least the town could do was offer a few people who actually knew what being a punk meant.

What Mateo got instead, much to his dismay, was a loud club with mediocre, overplayed music that he could only mildly tolerate. He decided a few drinks would help, and maybe a little chaos toward the woman who seemed all too unhappy that Mateo sat down next to her. She probably wanted someone more her taste, he thought. Or maybe she didn’t like being elbow-to-elbow with strangers. But that was the price you paid when you went out to a club, and having just gotten a good check, Mateo figured he could pay a little extra if it got him to a good time.

“Either you are having a bad night or you really hate my style,” Mateo gestured to the patches on his battle vest, requesting a whiskey neat. “And lemme tell ya, I got decent style. So what’s your deal, ma?” He raised his glass, taking a short sip. “Tell me all your troubles.”

Had it been anyone else or any other cliche line, Anita would likely have blown this guy off and just paid the tab and left without even responding to his comments. But there was something too familiar about him, bad familiar that is. Maybe she was just in the exact wrong mood, maybe she was projecting, but the presumptive energy she felt from how he had approached her made her want to respond. “So I’m either in a bad mood or I’m judgmental? Those the only options?” Anita decided to ignore the obvious irony of the fact that both options happened to be true - he didn’t know that.

She scoffed softly, her face unable to mask its rather dramatic reaction to his come on. Sometimes when men flirted with Antia at bars she ignored them. Sometimes she flirted back, especially if she wanted to lure them out into the woods for a meal. And on rare occasion, she elected to antagonize them. Ignoring wasn’t really an option any more, so now she just had to decide which of the other two she wanted to go with. “My current troubles stem from the fact that this place is very tired. The music is tired, the people are tired, and quite frankly these lines you’re using are tired. I get it, I’m sure the rebellious guapo vibes work really well on all these local girls. But,” she trailed off letting the shrug of her shoulders and her expression finish the sentence. After all, she certainly wasn’t a local girl.

“Those are the only options I got from this very limited interaction. I’m sure there’s more than meets the eye, but I don’t got a lot to work with.” Mateo leaned cutely onto his palm, giving his seat neighbor wide, doe eyes. Laughter fell out of him, unable to keep the lame facade he was displaying for the fun of it. With another sip of his drink, he raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. “Mira, mira. If you’re not into me, fine. Your loss, and honestly, my loss too, but at least do me the honor of having a drink with me. Since you know, this place is tired and everything is tired. I can make it fun. That’s what I do.”

Mateo knew this to be true because of three reasons. First, anytime he was given charge of the night, it typically ended with some sort of pleasure. Whether it be through intimacy with a stranger or finding an abandoned building to tag, Mateo was a master at finding what people enjoyed. Hell, he’d been through enough minds to know the lengths people go to to not let their mind wander during their sleep. Second, laughter usually surrounded him. That one was easy. But third, and most importantly, his rebellious nature was oftentimes infectious. People need a little push when it comes to breaking the rules, or making new ones. Mateo was one of the best at it.

“And just to be clear, these vibes work on all types of people. Not just women.” He winked, turning to lean on the bar and look at the dance floor. It was looking bleak. Which gave Mateo an idea. “Let’s ditch this place. If you’re tired of it, I think I got just the club to go to. But…” Trailing off, the mare shrugged, making a face of faux concern. “You can’t be scared of the possibility of someone biting you. ‘Cause lemme tell ya, it’s a weird place, but the people are fun and fine.” He paused, downing the rest of his drink. “And don’t worry. I won’t hit on you. But maybe we can find someone that’s a bit more…your style.”

The more this man talked the more Anita, begrudgingly, saw their similarities. She really had pulled these same fucking moves before. By her own logic, did that mean her moves were getting a bit tired? Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see what kind of fun he thought he could conjure up. “Oh? That’s what you do, huh? Alright… I’ll be the judge of that.” Lately she had been feeling like she was in somewhat of a rut. She was fast approaching the four-year mark here in town and she hadn’t really stayed anywhere much longer than that since she left home.

Anita knew, deep down, that if she was going to actually make this place her home she needed to switch things up - she needed to do more. “Oh, I don’t doubt that they do,” she said with a soft smirk, especially since she knew first hand how much pull the overly confident mysterious stranger vibe had. He, admittedly, genuinely caught her interest at the biting comment. There were so many ways that could go in a town like this: kinky or murderous. Both of which were things she quite enjoyed. “That really does not scare me in the slightest. What would be scary is if there's a place in town like that and I hadn’t stumbled upon it before.”

As he finished the rest of his drink, Anita finished up closing out her tab. Unsure of where the night was about to take her, she felt a rush of excitement. Something to break through the monotony was just what she needed. “Imma hold you to that promise, cause no matter how hard you try I’m really far too gay for this whole thing to work on me,” she said, gesturing generally in his direction as she got off the bar stool and grabbed her coat. “Vamos. Lidera el camino, papito.”

Mateo shrugged at the biting comment, knowing all too well how true her statement was. If that wasn’t an experience a citizen had had yet, even in just a week, the mare was sure they were the luckiest person on earth, doing the biting themselves, or worse…a recluse. Granted, Mateo stayed inside most days just because people were so annoying or boring, but he at least ventured out enough to cause a little chaos every time he did. Just like that night, where he was going to drag his new friend to Dance Macabre and see what kind of mess they can get into. His month-long banishment was over a week ago, and he was just itching to see what sort of clientele there would be that night.

“All right, mamacita. Hope you’re good with a bike ride.” Not that it really mattered. She told Mateo to take the lead, and by god, he did. Going so far as to wrap her arms around him just before taking off in a hasty manner so she couldn’t protest. The last thing he needed was someone flying off his bike because they thought the wrap-around was a flirt. There was a dance floor to get to, and in a matter of minutes, Mateo had gotten them parked and entered into Dance Macabre. Two people were fighting and being dragged away, and another group was looking like they were about to have another fight of their own. Mateo smiled and pulled Anita with him, leading her to the bar for a few drinks, and then to the dance floor so they could feel the thrum of the bass rumble in their chests.

“Better music, right?!” He had to yell. There was no way Anita would be able to hear him through the bumping bodies and the club music. Mateo wasn’t even sure if it was actually better, if he were honest. But it certainly wasn’t dead like the other place. The floor was packed, and there were plenty of cuties that were ripe for picking. Depending on what Anita was hungry for, of course. He thought back on her comment and smirk from before, hoping she was one of his theories. Specifically the kind of person who does the biting in Wicked’s Rest.

Anita grinned as the bike began to slow around Dance Macabre, if for no other reason than being pleased that there was not some other club known for a bit of a bitey atmosphere that she was somehow unaware of. She had been there a fair amount of times, usually dragging Metzli with her so she wasn’t so obviously out of place with her beating heart and mortality. She knew the club was open to everyone, technically, and that even those without any real knowledge about the supernatural found themselves there from time to time, but it did make her wonder about the guy she arrived with …

For a nightclub geared towards the undead, the place was certainly a lot livelier than the bar they had come from. Anita looked around the club, trying to see if anyone she knew was hanging around - that way she at least had somewhere to go in the event she wanted to ditch this guy later on. “Louder, that’s for sure.” She wasn’t intentionally trying to be difficult, but she also wasn’t exactly actively suppressing her difficult tendencies.

“Think I remember you saying something about buying me a drink,” she said with a playful grin, eager to get a cool glass of tequila in her hands. “You got a usual at a place like this?” Anita wasn’t gonna show her hand first, but she knew that this place served… unique drinks for its unique clients. She was curious to see just how much she had in common with this guy.

Anita gave a snarky comment and Mateo rolled his eyes dramatically to show that he wasn’t taking it to heart. She was in a bigger hole that he originally thought, and by the looks of it, she was the one holding the shovel. He couldn’t help but wonder if she’d gotten her heart broken or if she was just so done with the club life that she was starting to feel…lonely? Ew. No. Too deep. Mateo shook his head at himself and gave Anita a thumbs up as he made his way back to the bar for some much needed tequila. He just needed to get this woman laid.

“Here. My usual. Sorta. I just drink straight liquor. Whiskey. But this works too.” He smiled and handed two of the four double shots to Anita. Looking around, Mateo took a quick scan to see what kind of ladies were on the dance floor. A few cuties, sure, but if Anita was having this much attitude, Mateo knew he had to find someone that could really shut her ass up. “You.” Mateo grinned, taking both of his shots at once and pulling Anita with him once she had taken hers. They were face to face with a woman whose looks could compete with Kate Siegel. Well, if she had red eyes. They weren’t glowing, so Mateo figured she was a vampire. He hoped Anita could handle that and nudged her. “Have…you met Anita?”

Within seconds of Mateo stepping away towards the bar, Antia got an aching feeling that this was just a bad idea. What were the two of them even going to do, wing-person the other? Anita was a solo bird, she didn’t need the gust of wind from someone else to throw her off course. Before she could fly away, however, he had returned with two very full glasses of clear liquid. Her suspicions were answered within seconds of pulling the glass towards her face, the sweet tinge of tequila filling her senses. She shot the glass back, pleased with the quality of the liquor he had picked. It burned as it went down, but it was the good kind of burn.

“Okay, that shit was good. That bought you like,” Anita paused, pulling out her phone and looking at the time, “25 minutes of my time.” It seemed like a good idea to put a possible clear end to the evening because even though the music was far better here and the crowd was more vibrant, it still felt a bit tired. Before she could get another word in, however, she was being pulled through the crowd by a very cold hand and being propelled forward towards a devastatingly beautiful brunette. “What are we in an early 2000s sitcom?” Anita asked in response to his awful Barney Stinson impression, unaware if it was intentional or not. “I’m sorry, I swear I usually hang out with a much cooler crowd,” she offered to the other woman as she felt a small twinge of what felt like embarrassment. “I’m Anita, and… obviously we’ve never met before because I know I would have remembered that.”

She turned back towards Mateo and shot him a piercing look. Her frustration was only exasperated when the other woman began to speak, “If this is your guys’ way of trying to get a third, you can drop the whole act. I’m not very fond of having so much… warmth in my bed.” The comment was pointedly directed at Anita which elicited a bit of an eye roll from the lamia. Some people were so pretentious, and coming from her that was saying something. “Well this was fun,” she said with a bit of a huff as she headed off back towards the bar. The rejection at least fueled enough righteous indignation in her that she was determined to not go home alone.

Okay, so Mateo knew the impression was a little much and would likely be to Anita’s detriment, but at least it was fun. Would probably knock a few minutes off though, which meant he had to put his efforts into double time and not just be an ass. Ugh. Maybe he shouldn’t have stoked the fire and made it worse though. Anita was walking back toward him, and she looked pissed.

“Okay, so she wasn’t the one to make your night better, but I bet we can find someone else.” He tapped his chin, doing another sweep of the room and finding a red-head with normal eyes. She had just finished kissing another woman, but what of it? Mateo knew how inebriated club goers could be. He just hoped his assumptions could be proven true.

“What about her? She’s cute and she…doesn’t have the same eyes as that chick over there. Probably friendlier, and I won’t do the pickup line this time, I promise.” Without another word, Mateo once again pulled Anita with him, dodging patrons left and right until he landed in front of the stranger. He smiled and waved with spirit fingers to appear friendly. The woman laughed and did it in return. Mocking or not, Mateo wasn’t sure, but a laugh was a laugh and he was going with it. “Hi,” She parroted the greeting in return. “I’m trying to show my friend here that not all fun is lost in the world. Do you think you can help me?” She gave Anita a once over and sipped her drink with a smile, waving a sweet hello. Already a good start. “See?” Mateo looked back at Anita with a smug look on his face. “I bet our luck is turning up right now.”

In all genuineness, Anita couldn't quite figure out why this guy was doing all this. Putting so much effort into helping someone else pick up women. Even the very few times Anita had gone out to clubs with other people she was almost always the first to cut and run off on her own sleazy adventures. She didn’t want to keep wasting any time thinking about his motivations, however, because now she felt like she had something to prove both to the vampire who had rejected her and to herself.

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” Anita said with a soft indifference as she waited for the bartender to pour her another double shot of tequila. She shot the liquor back just before she felt Mateo tug her arm again, leading them off in the direction of the redhead he had pointed out. In the few seconds it took for them to get through the crowd, Anita plastered on a smile and forced herself to at least give off some level of interesting energy. “He’s being dramatic, I don’t think all fun is lost in the world. Just think there’s a lack of it this evening.”

With a flick of her wrist, Anita waved him off after he made a comment about luck, electing not to vocalize her inherently negative reaction to his use of the word our. She talked with the redhead for a few beats, until a new song came on and the other woman grabbed her waist and started dancing, Anita smirked, taking the opportunity to close the distance between the two of them. She was caught up in the movement that she didn’t even realize when another woman came up behind them and grabbed Anita by the hair pulling her away while yelling, “Get you’re own fucking meal, she’s spoken for!”

Immediately she began to try and wriggle out of the very strong grasp, trying to get her footing before shit got real messy. In doing so, Anita accidently pushed the two of them into another group of people who stumbled forward, causing them to spill their drinks on a few other people who were dancing nearby; starting a chain reaction of anger to spread through the club.

It was a job well done when the red-head and Anita started talking, turning into a great job done when they headed toward the floor to dance. Mateo treated himself to a few shots that he felt were well-deserved. With a sigh of relief, he took them all in quick succession and watched as his meet-cute danced the evening away. “What a night.” He chuckled, about to take one more shot when he saw a very angry-looking woman making a beeline toward his acquaintance. “Ah, shit.” His face turned into a grimace when Anita’s hair was pulled, and he immediately sprung into action.

Well, after taking his final shot. It was already paid for.

“Hey! Hey, quit that shi—” Drinks splashed onto him and several other patrons, some getting more drenched than others. Mateo was thankful to only have one wet sleeve because had he been like the others who were getting visibly pissed, he would’ve gone straight to pushing with them. “Run!” He waved to Anita to get her attention, the motion interrupted when a guy sent a punch straight to his face. He returned the favor in earnest, sending the man backwards into another group of people with very full drinks. “Fuck…” Mateo winced, reaching for Anita’s wrist and tugging her into a small break in the crowd. It closed almost just as quickly as they ran through it, anger rising enough to turn the room into a full-blown brawl.

“We have to get the fuck��wait, what are you doing?” The red-head had apparently grabbed onto Anita and Mateo was giving her an irritated glare that slowly dissipated and turned into a grin as he realized she was probably just trying to get out of the chaos. He dodged a glass that flew through the air, missing the other that made contact on his chest. Okay, getting Anita laid would have to wait until they were outside. “Let’s go.”

The woman loosened her grip on Anita’s hair just enough as the other patrons began to get involved, cursing the people who had caused them to spill blood and other liquor onto the floor and themselves. She manager to wiggle out from the grasp, and immediately began plotting her escape. Sure, she could have let the rattlesnake out and barreled through the crowd and out to the street but it seemed like drawing less attention to herself was likely the better outcome.

Much to her surprise, Mateo hadn’t just cut and run at the first sight of trouble like she likely would have done. Instead he came to Anita’s aid, pushing through the crowd to get to her and pull her out from the center of the chaos that was unfolding. Almost as if it were a carefully choreographed scene, the two - no three of them slid in and out of the crowd and carefully towards a back exit to the club. Other than a sore scalp and what would likely amount to a few bruises in the morning, Anita had somehow managed to keep her human form mostly unharmed.

Without hesitating once they made it to the door, Anita pushed it open and quickly hurried outside looking back to make sure Mateo was close behind her. She turned over towards the redhead, more than a bit surprised that she had decided to follow them out. “Not sticking around to help your girlfriend?” It seemed unlikely that they were actually dating given how the other woman called her a meal, but Anita wasn’t one to judge.

The back door swung open again with force as several other patrons seemed to be fleeing the scene. She caught a glimpse of what was going on inside and could tell that thighs were getting even more intense. “I know it’s your fault for putting us in this situation to begin with, but uh, thank you for helping me get outta there,” she said in earnest to Mateo. It was a classic Anita compliment: starting out with a vague insult to maintain an impression that she didn’t give a shit followed by the actual message of appreciation. “I think we should maybe all get the fuck out of here before the fight in there spills out this way…”

The red-head, who had revealed her name to be Caroline, shook her head empathetically at the word girlfriend. It seemed the other woman’s choice of words cost her greatly, and she’d be heading home with an empty stomach. Meanwhile, Mateo had successfully led a woman straight to Anita’s bed. Now it was a job greatly done. And he only had to get punched with a few drinks to his face. Not a bad night by his standards.

“I'm not the one who pulled your hair. Besides, I saw a hot woman and I led you to her, and now you’re gonna have a fun night, which is what I said I’d do.” Mateo arched a brow toward Caroline, who nodded shyly. “See?” He let out a laugh and waved Anita off as he retrieved his wallet for some twenty dollars. “Take this for your ride home. Don’t got room for three on my bike, and I got other places to be for some more chaos.” Tilting his shades down, Mateo revealed his glowing red eyes and bounced his brows playfully before sauntering his way back to his bike.

“Have fun ladies.”

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