The One Night Stand || Open

[Blade]

[/img]"http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f206/Blade_Redwind/Alonimi/Trinity-1-1.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar]Most of her kind would probably take the rough and vocal assumption to heart; they might even take it to insult. Trin was too old to do anything more than echo his laughter in kind; the sound was softer, more muted, but there all the same with a grin to follow after. Fangs flashed; perhaps they even reflected off the dim lighting, but it wouldn’t have been her intention to give herself away. And she wasn’t thinking about that danger, the possibility that he could be a hunter. It didn’t cross her mind. But, perhaps some park of her subconscious still carried the folly of her youth—the high of sparking that danger. “Never went to school,” she admitted as she met his gaze with a lazy smile now.

His open observation had her smirking as she took a long drag from her cigarette and exhaled out her nose. “No insult taken,” she said of his seconded mentioning of her clothes. It wouldn’t be the first or the last time someone compared her attire with her surroundings.

Still, she took in a deep breath and sighed. “You learn after a while that all places are the same. High up, down low, there’s no difference but the shine in a man’s boots and sparkle in a woman’s ear.

“But, I’ve been forced into some vacation time. And, as it stands, the company down low is easier sit side by side with. No great pretenders.” Another smirk as she turned in her stool to face him. “The horseshit’s easier to figure out, if nothing else.” She took a swallow off her drink; ice clicked in the glass.

“And, to be honest, I’ve been in worse dive—areas like your docks. Usually cleanin’ up some asshole’s mess. Usually one of my asshole’s messes.”