On the Prowl [Any]

[Yzge'ek]

It had taken a long while to find an outfit suitable to camouflage herself, in this new territory. Yzge'ek sighed, tugging on the hem of the skirt she was wearing. Finding someone who was her size was the difficult part, but she managed, however, now she felt a bit sluggish and full. Any girl her that was her size was sort of a big meal.

She stepped out of the ladies' restroom and put on a friendly face, flashing a toothy smile as she scanned the club. Surprisingly, she didn't look completely out of place, her last victim had great taste, and it looked as good on Yzge'ek as it did on her a short blue dress that complimented her eyes well enough and damnable heels. It took some getting used to, but after awhile it was second nature.

The she-wolf was intent and confidant. After all there was no reason for her to be uncomfortable, she was a predator, a wolf within a flock of sheep, there was nothing for her to fear even among all the flashing lights and pumping base.

To Yzge'ek this was just another hunting ground, and she was learning how to adapt to the terrain. However, she wasn't too certain what she was on the prowl for. Her hunger was sated, but there was still a powerful want. She didn't want to eat, but there was a feeling, something that caused her to prowl about. Perhaps...she wondered idly, perhaps she missed a companion.

The woman frowned, sitting down at the bar as she looked over the men and women that surrounded her. Skeptical that loneliness was what brought her out tonight.

However stranger things have happened.

[Panzer Xenos]

Once more Panzer found himself out in public, looking for alcohol. He really needed to locate the twenty four hour alcohol stores rather then relying on off-sales all the time. Shit was getting ridiculous. He reminded himself he could always just stop drinking, but he swore that tiny little voice in the back of his head into submission. No way was he quitting drinking just because it was inconvenient.

Shaking his head at himself, he stopped creeping around the front entrance of the bar and actually went inside, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim atmosphere. Well, hell, wasn't this just a happy fucking place? His eyes swept across the room and he took in the locale. Mostly old ugly men and their whores, and- well, hello.

Panzer's eyes locked on to the pretty blond sitting at the bar. She seemed to be scoping the place out with a fairly critical eye, and she almost had a threatening aura about her. Panzer wasn't overly worried, though. He was dressed to kill tonight, and that didn't mean he was fashionable. He had on a lot of hardware, having just finished up a deal.

He had planned to just pick up a six pack of beer and head home, but plans had a way of changing. Instead, he walked up to the bar and ordered a beer, nodding at the blond before taking a seat two seats over from her. He would not come off as needy. Though holy fuck, had it really been six months since he got laid last?

Thoughts of his last roll in the hay had him cancel the beer and order a couple of shots; he had forgotten that he had taken home a man. He had thought he had drank that particular memory into oblivion, but apparently he had a ways to go yet. "Cocksucker!" He shouted at the bartender, before sighing and slamming down his first shot.

It was going to be one of those nights. He shot a look at the blond from the corner of his eye and got to work on his second shot. Hey, at least she was a woman.

[Yzge'ek]

This was less unpleasant than Yzge'ek thought it would be. However it was a bit more active then she liked, however, she knew it was just how people around here lived. She could imagine it, her life in upstate New York never prepared her for city life. Now she was just getting used it.

There were males milling about, she didn't need to wonder what they were interested in...she wasn't interested in that, but that didn't stop her from smiling back at the spotted male nod of greeting.

"Cocksucker!"

Well that was something, she tilted her head to the side, normally, males weren't exactly that forward in what they were looking for. Honestly she couldn't help but be disgusted, but she had to admit, it was...respectable...sort of. "Um...no." Her voice sounded a bit unpracticed, too long had she been speaking in nothing but grunts and growls. "But...thank you." she wrinkled her nose a little and giggled, trying to make heads or tails of the plethora of beverages that decorated the bar.

Really Yzge'ek was in a terribly good mood tonight, she felt surprisingly pretty, and the attention she was getting only made her preen a bit, it was just all too nice.

Of course all the niceties were somewhat boring, this fellow was somewhat boring, even with his assertiveness, and his strange spottedness. Part of her hoped that something would happen, like a riot on the dance floor because a swift fight always beat a quick fuck in terms of enjoyment.

Not that a proper lady like her would say that out loud.

[Panzer Xenos]

At the blond's words Panzer damn near choked on his next shot. As it was, he barely managed to swallow it without the burn of whiskey going up his nose. He cleared his throat, and shot her a reproachful look. "That wasn't a plea, dammit," He said with a slight curl to his lip that might be interpreted as a snarl or a smile, depending on the recipient. It was doubtful even Panzer knew which he was aiming for.

He noticed the man moving in on his turf from his peripheral vision, and a frown settled across his face. Something about him made Panzer's inner alarms go off in a cacophany of sound. One to trust his gut instinct, Panzer turned towards the man in time to hear him say something about ginger's or the like. He narrowed his eyes and set his empty glass on the counter. "You got something you want to say to me?"

Upon closer inspection, he was almost positive the guy was a vampire. He had worked in Izan with the vampires long enough to know what to look for, and this guy had the feel of a predator. Not just anyone would be able to differentiate, but Panzer had experience, after all. But that was alright, he was a predator too. His weapons of choice just happened to be cold steel and bullets, and his prey a little more unconventional. Of course, he had no way of knowing that the pretty lady he had his eyes on earlier was probably more of a predator then him and the other man combined, but what he didn't know, couldn't hurt him. In theory, anyways.

He crossed his arms, which might have looked like a defensive posture to those watching, but in reality it just put his hand closer to his gun in it's shoulder holster. He was glad he had unzipped his jacket before coming in the bar, even though if he had to pull his gun, he'd have the cops called him faster then he could squeeze the trigger. The gun laws in London were ridiculously strict. It made the United States look positively gun happy.

Then again, if he had to pull his gun, the police were going to be the least of his worries.

A bouncer noticed what was building and damn near appeared at the vampire's side, a curl of his lip flashing his own fangs. Well, if you were going to hire muscle, what was better then the undead? "There a problem here?" He asked, his arms held in front of him in the way that guys who were too big to actually cross their arms across their chests did. The scrawny vampire took one look at the big bouncer and turned tail. Panzer gave the bouncer a brief glance before turning back to the bar order another drink. Goddamn leeches.

[Yzge'ek]

The female tilted her head just enough to get her hair to move to the side, showing off the scar that ran across her face as she looked inquisitively at the spotted male. "Oh. I apologize then." it was more Nadine than Yzge'ek that flashed a toothy grin at the so called ginger.

It seemed he was protecting his turf from other males, and he put on quite the display trying to scare off an intruder. She sniffed, now a bit more interested then she had been, after all, she hadn't seen that sort of behavior in ages. It was almost quaint to see it from such an unlikely source. Even if a bigger male had to chase off the smaller one. She was certain that the spotted male would have made chase if he could have gotten away with it...

The spotted male...she paused a moment as some sort of fruity drink was placed in front of her, she knew it was proper to figure out his name if she was going to stay in his territory. "It's too bad...I'm certain you could have given him hell." she took a sip of whatever it was she had, it was sweet, she liked it...of course she had no idea that a few of those would no doubt cause her trouble.

"I'm Nadine." she pulled her hair back around her ear and put a hand out to shake with the young would-be bravo.

Perhaps tonight wouldn't be so boring.

[Panzer Xenos]

Drink in hand, Panzer turned to the woman with a curious look, his gaze steady on her face while he took in the rest of her with his peripheral vision. He blinked and gave her a rare real smile. "Or sent him there," Panzer said, getting up to sit beside her. He grasped her hand and shook it firmly. "Name's Panzer."

He got that feeling in his gut again, and he looked around, his eyes narrowing. Sure enough, the skinny vampire was glaring daggers at his back. Well, if he wanted to try anything, Panzer wouldn't discourage him. Work had been slow, though there was talk of some sort of party being organized. He hadn't been interested until he heard rumor of free alcohol. He was always available for free drinks. Either way, he was bored. He had come to London to try and do something with his life, and so far the most exciting thing he had done was succeed in getting hired by Izan.

He turned back to Nadine with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Looks like the little manslut!" Panzer paused, and then snorted when he realized it was probably closer to the truth then anything else. "- Might be willing to give us entertainment yet."

"But enough about him," Panzer said, mentally berating himself for thinking of fighting before fucking. It hadn't been that long since he'd bedded a woman, had it? He frowned as he tried to remember, before giving up in disgust. He motioned with his whiskey at Nadine's own glass. "What's your pick of poison tonight?"

[Yzge'ek]

"Pleased to meet you."

Her voice was so plucky and sweet, at points even Yzge'ek was not too sure who was speaking, but it was most certainly her. Or at least, the sound was certainly coming out of her mouth. But she was completely too polite for what most would assume of her, taking the spotted male's hand in hers with a surprising gentleness.

The blond leaned to take a look at the vampire staring down the read head and then giggled, shaking her head as turned her attention back to the spotted ma- Panzer. Right. "That's a pity, I would have liked to have seen that." Perhaps she wasn't even noticing it, but for a female who wasn't interested she was sending the wrong sorts of messages, as she recrossed her legs and bit her lower lip as she eyed him up and down.

"Here's hoping." Yzge'ek picked up her glass and gestured it towards Panzer, she would have been more keen on a fight, but then again, she was strange like that. But at least it seemed the two of them were on the same page. Animals patrolling the waterhole, sniffing around for something to do...both literally and figuratively.

"What's your pick of poison tonight?"

Looking down at her drink, Nadine wrinkled her nose and smiled, running her free hand through her hair again as she almost looked like she was about ready to whine, "I'm not sure what it is...its good though." that giggle quickly picked up to a sharper laugh, almost a cackle as she put a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. "Why?" For a moment she was truly concerned that maybe...just maybe...she had been poisoned.