09-26-2014, 02:34 PM
Sebastian stared at blondie, watching his eyes, oblivious, in a sense, to what was going on with Nox. Oh, he knew what was happening and he'd have Nox's back if he needed it. He doubted he would though, Nox being who and what he was. And how he carried himself. He had a tight smirk on his face, daring blondie. His eyes were chipped blue ice. He loved this part, the stare down, watching. The anticipation was thrilling. You could see into your opponent's soul, could see the decisions as if they were puzzle pieces clicking into the place. Am I stronger. Am I faster. Is he bluffing. Am I ready. It all happened in less than a second, but that second could draw out. No matter what was decided, the adrenaline rush was like a drug. If you got to fight, awesome. And if not, the pathetic backing down was its own thrill. Bas always liked to draw it out to the last possible moment.
Except it looked like weasel boy had finally found his balls somewhere. Stepped up and made a comment to blondie, and then they were at it. Bas was a bit disappointed, but he let weasel have his moment. Probably the first real fight he'd ever had where he fought back. Course it was only a couple hits- and they were good ones, he'd give him that. Of course they were amplified by the power, but still...
It was only a second later, however, before blondie had the upper hand and was going to wail on weasel. Bas thought about letting him before jumping in, but he could already see the crowd parting, He knew the bouncers were coming. "Awww fuck it!"
He had to at least get one hit in before it was all shut down.
He grabbed blondie by the scruff of his neck and his waist and hauled him off Weasel, slamming him into the ground chest first in the process. The bouncers moved faster than he expected. Before he could take a shot at the guy, he was shoved back by a brick wall of a man.
Despite it all, he was having great fun. This was one of the things he'd hoped for, even though he'd not gotten a chance to do much fighting. He spun as he fell towards the bar, and found himself face first into a very admirable bosom, his hands going to the side of her chair and the bar top. And of course, wet sloshed all over his hands. He pulled back- somewhat reluctantly and more slowly than he should have, he'd admit- and looked into the face of a gorgeous woman with dark hair framing the most amazing green eyes. Which, of course, were staring down at him with surprise and some amusement- and he liked that reaction a whole hell of a lot.
He grinned up at her and laughed. "Guess I better buy you a drink before I do that."
He stood up and looked at his wet hand and what looked like her drink all over the counter just as the bartender was coming over to wipe it up. Just as he was about to say something more, one of the bouncers came over to talk to him. Evidently, they'd already figured out from the others- and the other people in the bar- who'd thrown the first punches. And of course, they had surveillance cameras they pulled up on their wallets. It wasn't but minutes before blondie and the other guy were thrown out the club and things returned to normal.
Bas looked at the woman- in a red dress that was tight enough it begged to be looked at- and all thought of blue eyes in the corner left his mind. Well, most thought of her anyway. Still, red won out, what with the way that dress molded her breasts, hips and thighs. She wore her dark hair up in a pony-tail exposing a very kissable and inviting neck. And those lips and that smile. He walked back over to her.
"Bartender, another for the lady."
He looked at her, marveling at her eyes. "What were you having?"
Except it looked like weasel boy had finally found his balls somewhere. Stepped up and made a comment to blondie, and then they were at it. Bas was a bit disappointed, but he let weasel have his moment. Probably the first real fight he'd ever had where he fought back. Course it was only a couple hits- and they were good ones, he'd give him that. Of course they were amplified by the power, but still...
It was only a second later, however, before blondie had the upper hand and was going to wail on weasel. Bas thought about letting him before jumping in, but he could already see the crowd parting, He knew the bouncers were coming. "Awww fuck it!"
He had to at least get one hit in before it was all shut down.
He grabbed blondie by the scruff of his neck and his waist and hauled him off Weasel, slamming him into the ground chest first in the process. The bouncers moved faster than he expected. Before he could take a shot at the guy, he was shoved back by a brick wall of a man.
Despite it all, he was having great fun. This was one of the things he'd hoped for, even though he'd not gotten a chance to do much fighting. He spun as he fell towards the bar, and found himself face first into a very admirable bosom, his hands going to the side of her chair and the bar top. And of course, wet sloshed all over his hands. He pulled back- somewhat reluctantly and more slowly than he should have, he'd admit- and looked into the face of a gorgeous woman with dark hair framing the most amazing green eyes. Which, of course, were staring down at him with surprise and some amusement- and he liked that reaction a whole hell of a lot.
He grinned up at her and laughed. "Guess I better buy you a drink before I do that."
He stood up and looked at his wet hand and what looked like her drink all over the counter just as the bartender was coming over to wipe it up. Just as he was about to say something more, one of the bouncers came over to talk to him. Evidently, they'd already figured out from the others- and the other people in the bar- who'd thrown the first punches. And of course, they had surveillance cameras they pulled up on their wallets. It wasn't but minutes before blondie and the other guy were thrown out the club and things returned to normal.
Bas looked at the woman- in a red dress that was tight enough it begged to be looked at- and all thought of blue eyes in the corner left his mind. Well, most thought of her anyway. Still, red won out, what with the way that dress molded her breasts, hips and thighs. She wore her dark hair up in a pony-tail exposing a very kissable and inviting neck. And those lips and that smile. He walked back over to her.
"Bartender, another for the lady."
He looked at her, marveling at her eyes. "What were you having?"