02-14-2018, 08:20 PM
Ryker was generally staring off in the direction of a television screen and enjoying the remainder of his beer when a shadow darkened his line of sight. The guy that hovered over the table was big. He'd fought bigger, the dark thought was discarded soon enough.
He looked over his shoulder at the woman in question, eyes sliding up and down her as she sat in the booth. "Alright,"
he said casually and departed the table.
He slipped opposite her, eyes settling on hers in amusement. He hadn't intended on consuming more than one beer. Instead, he left the offering on the table untouched.
Closer, he could make out the lines of muscle across her shoulders and the cords of tendons cutting into her hands. She was lean and wicked strong. Ryker's tastes in women were generally more traditional, but the power that radiated from her was intriguing.
The hardness cut slopes down the planes of her face. There was something vaguely Asian about her, though he didn't get the impression she was full-blooded Eastern, if so, the genes were diluted. Maybe she was a half-breed.
"Tell you what, you have that one's balls on a leash,"
he cocked a head toward the departed Slav. "I admire a woman that can train rabid dogs. I am Ryker Petrović."
He smiled darkly, "What can I do for you, madam?"
Edited by Ryker, Feb 14 2018, 08:20 PM.
He looked over his shoulder at the woman in question, eyes sliding up and down her as she sat in the booth. "Alright,"
he said casually and departed the table.
He slipped opposite her, eyes settling on hers in amusement. He hadn't intended on consuming more than one beer. Instead, he left the offering on the table untouched.
Closer, he could make out the lines of muscle across her shoulders and the cords of tendons cutting into her hands. She was lean and wicked strong. Ryker's tastes in women were generally more traditional, but the power that radiated from her was intriguing.
The hardness cut slopes down the planes of her face. There was something vaguely Asian about her, though he didn't get the impression she was full-blooded Eastern, if so, the genes were diluted. Maybe she was a half-breed.
"Tell you what, you have that one's balls on a leash,"
he cocked a head toward the departed Slav. "I admire a woman that can train rabid dogs. I am Ryker Petrović."
He smiled darkly, "What can I do for you, madam?"
Edited by Ryker, Feb 14 2018, 08:20 PM.