#scientia-immortalitatis

[strayinu]

scientia-immortalitatis replied to your post: yeah

screeches

i ship it

[kiriwartheexecutioners-blog]

//I can say out of all the songs for the 8th Espada that this one is my favorite AMV.

[mannerful-lolita]

That Ragin' Jazz Joint - RP with scientia-immortalitatis

A glass of red, red wine raised to painted purple lips, splashing onto the waiting tongue, staining the flesh. Purple lipstick mixed with the red of the sweet wine, creating a purplish maroon color. Pale, toned legs sat at the bar. Or. More appropriately, on the bar. She had sat up there I hopes of escaping the men fighting for her attention. It did not work. Heeled sandals rested on the bar stool, kicking occasionally at the men at her feet.

Wine in one hand, revolver in the other. What a pain it was, truly. She narrowed her eyes down at them. The damn pricks. Touching her like she was an object. Caressing, stroking, grabbing. She enjoyed the attention. She enjoyed the sex appeal. She loved it all. But for crying out loud! She only wanted to have a drink. Then again, if she were left alone, she'd throw a fit about that, as well.

Downing the rest of the wine in one gulp, she set down the glass and gave a drunken hic. The now emptied hand prompted to the side, with a snap of slender fingers. Within an instant, a cigarette in its holder was placed in the awaiting hand with a sneer. Her other hand was busied with swinging the pistol around her finger.

She was a beauty. Deep violet curls hung past bared, pale, shapely shoulders. In said curls was a singular hairpiece. White, and shaped like some form of sea urchin. Her dress being one of white and lavender, strapless, frilled, and with a slit up to her hip. Welly displaying the purple fishnet thigh highs and black strapped sandals.

Her face was no less beautiful.  Delicate, flawless features and bright, purple eyes. Matching the tone of her eyes, were two tattooed tear drop markings on the soft, milky flesh. Surveying her surroundings, her eyes fell upon someone. She didn't know who he was. He was odd. With pink, shoulder length locks and amber eyes. They were practically equivalents. He had women hanging all over him, vying for any attention they could receive from him. But that wasn't what stood out. Oh no. What stood out was the fact. He wasn't all over -her-. Just who did he think he was.

She decided she might as well put on a show for him. Hopping from her perch, she stumbled drunkenly, cigarette holder being placed between her pursed lips. She cocked the revolver. Once. Twice. It was a double action .357 revolver. A weapon with a serious kick, it was a wonder her small frame could handle it. She pointed the barrel to the ceiling. The sound was bome-chilling as the trigger was pulled back.

The bullet shot through the air, and she didn't react at all. Her eyes narrowed at the man at the table. How rude, how ignorant! To ignore such a beautiful lady! With a flip of her hair, she walked over to the table. He was attractive. Not that she was she was interested. She had no intention on taking him home. For one, he was obviously a rude bastard. For two, she already had one to call her own. She sauntered over to the table, arms crossed under her chest, leg showing from the slit. Stumbling only a few times, she slammed the gun down on the table with a sneer.

She spoke rudely, not really thinking her words over. Slurring her words only slightly, she was very interested in just who this man was,. This mystery ,an that dares to ignore her. That dared to not even glance at her. Honestly. "Well! I'll be damned. Just who are /who/~?! I bartend 'ere on occasion, and I ain't eva seen your mug 'round here!"

She gestured over her shoulder to the band playing, a solo saxophonist, drum kit, and pianist, throwing a glare and a hiss at the nearby girls.  "Band's playing mighty well. Won't 'cha dance with me...~~~?" In all honesty, she was disgusted by the thought. But what better way to find out who he was than by flattery and flirting? She surely didn't know.

She spoke rudely, without thinking, and with only a slight slur. table.

[two-timelords-and-a-tardis]

[[I am seriously upset right now, with YOU young sir.]]