Causin' Trouble [Cruise, Open]

[kyra Pandora Chambelain]

She sighed, as she rubbed her fingers through her hair, her head bumping against the empty wall softly. She looked up at Wesley, a look of confusion and momentary anger. She didn't know what she was supposed to do, what they were supposed to do now. "Wes, this whole thing was supposed to give us more power...Not them as well! How is this even possible, we go to all the difficulty of extracting the powers from her, and she just damn well ends up giving them away to them!? What the hell!? This isn't how it was supposed to happen. This is all your fault! You said it wasn't going to kill her, and you said this would be our ticket....Though it just so happens that it ends up being our ticket to becoming the biggest freaken target in this city for them. They are coming after us Wes...What then? We can't keep going on like this. Oohhh I want to smack that stupid nerd's face in with her damn books! You wouldn't even believe the lies she said....."

Kyra took a long sip of her drink as she slouched against the bar on the stool, looking around at all of the people enjoying their night. Where was that damn Wesley? He was really beginning to frustrate her lately with his fall-through plans. What was the deal already? The circle should be behind them, but instead they have to deal with them. She was so pissed off. And having a guy approach her with a corny pickup line wasn't helping matters. "Who do you think you are, approaching me?! You wouldn't believe my standards." But she wasn't done playing; heck, she didn't even think she was playing anymore. It wasn't using weak magic anymore, she was tapping into the dark stuff, right now, on this stupid doushbag. She eyed him as he walked away, noticing as he begun choking and tripping over a table as he slouched, trying to regain breath as people tended to him. She eyed them sternly. "Oh, go away already." She sent a telekinetic shove towards them, pushing them backwards and onto their asses; she could tell that they thought someone tripped which sent them all over. She really didn't care what they thought. She let go of the choke hold on the man; he was becoming boring. He dry reached worse than a school girl virgin going down on her man.

Where was Wesley? She needed him, she thought. Doing this whole magic thing just wasn't the same without him. Why couldn't it be fun without him? Why couldn't anything she did be just as satisfying as it was when she was with Wesley? Maybe it was time she showed Claire, Everette, heck even Wesley. Everyone, who she really was and what she was capable of. She was Kyra freaken Chamberlain, and she wasn't to be messed with.

[Cruise Joseph Webster]

Step by step, he entered the party. Cruise was kind of happy because he was adjusting well in this place. The apartment up stairs is relatively new, and a total bach-pad. And seriously, a club under his home. It would be like going out to get the morning paper, except instead of morning it is near midnight and instead of paper; it is a sexy piece of ass. But right now, Cruise wasn't exactly in the right position to play the field right now. The reason being is that for the past ten minutes he had been on his cellphone. It seemed that some Egyptian chicks don't take phonebills into consideration, and Cruise immediately went behind the bar into the backroom. He couldn't stay up in his appartment watching Geordie Shore anymore, he had to do something. And he was pretty convinced that Valla was being paranoid and fucking annoying; high priestess or not.

"Ahre' you bein' serious r'ight now, Val? Ah' dunno what you' saw, buh' it is fine here' t'night. No, Ah'm serious. People ahre' just gettin' drunk and partyin', that's all!". Cruise yelled into the phone over the music, the people and also kind of the voices in his head. Her had heard 'sex' around fourty times and 'fuck' around fifty, it was like truck drivers in his skull. Val kind of had reason to freak out because everything she sees kinda comes true, but it is still a pain in the ass. She had a dream of some blonde evil chick using dark magic. That friggin' narrowed it right down, didn't it? Walking back out to the bar, he glanced and saw a guy choking and basically coughing up a lung. He smirked at him, shaking his head slightly. At least everyone was having a good night, well except for him right now but he couldn't just hang up on the bitch, she would lose it. "What' if ah' keep an eye out for' ya t'night. Any bizzaro behavior', an'd ah'll cawl". He spoke into the call, and somehow Valla actually said yes. She would call back though; the bitch never stops!

Putting his phone in his pocket, he couldn't help but look up and see it. People who crowded the chocking guy all collapsed like friggin' dominoes, and he just sighed. It was probably time to 'politely' escort this bastards out, but he didn't. He was new, he didn't want drama and every person in that group were really confused and looking around to what pushed them. Like always, Cruise was struck with not caring and turned to walk away from them, but just moved up the bar to get a drink. Okay, here was the deal. He would keep an eye-out for a blond - wait, honey blond - to come in and show some serious power, if not he could call it a night and maybe bring home a guy and a girl to play with that night. Standing at the bar, he pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, poured a shot and downed it. Holy shit, it was strong as fuck! He loved it! But a bitter expression for a second, he then looked over the counter and saw her as playfully, Cruises eyebrows rose.

[kyra Pandora Chambelain]

She rolled her eyes at the people as they stumbled to their feet. She flicked her hair back as she continued looking on, conjuring up another fun little trick in her mind. Tricks. She wasn't in the mood for tricks anymore; party tricks was the shit they used to do for fun because they didn't have the power to do anything else. But now, now party tricks were out the window in place of the real magics. And real magic equalled fun in her mind, and that was what she was coming out to set herself up to prove. That she didn't need Wesley around to have fun, and she didn't need to rely on him for anything magical-related. She could do this on her own, own it, take names and quite frankly enjoy it, too. She had more fun than that bitch Claire could ever dream of anyway; she was probably too busy fantasising over something else.

She turned her head, noticing a gorgeous man sitting at the bar, pouring his own scotch. She smirked devilishly as she stared him up and down for a quick glance. Wow. She didn't even have to get the magic kicking and a smoking-hot guy appears before her, so randomly. And heck, she wasn't even going to be complaining about it. Getting up from the chair, she strode over to where he was sitting at the bar, placing a hand on his shoulder, noticing just how 'fit' this man was. She was used to fit men, Wesley was fit, and she really did enjoy a fit men. It had its benefits, therefore was casually one of her favourite traits in a man. She smiled at this man sexily, tilting her head back slightly as her hair dragged along her cheek bone. "I didn't know this bar was BYO, I would have...Come more prepared. Then again, sharing is caring, right?" She was underage by legal standards, but she had the power to manipulate people, the law or even just simply an identification card to her own liking. She wanted to enjoy her night out, without Wesley and her skandalicious bimbo friends. Maybe this guy could help her out?

She sat down at the stool next to the handsome man, looking up at the bartender for a moment, and he soon begun pouring her a margarita, free of change. She smirked softly as he placed it at the bar, smiling at her casually before walking off to serve someone else. She looked over at the man with a cute smirk. "Sharing is caring. But not when it involves bourbon. I prefer the more adventurous drinks, myself." She took a sip from the drink, enjoying the fruity and various flavours oozing through her mouth. Having power did have its perks, she was able to do things regular joes couldn't even comprehend. She eyed the attractive stranger with a flirty demeanor. "Its sweet. I love sweet drinks." She took another sip from the drink, turning her head away from this man as she looked around at the bar, thinking of some new diabolic mojo she could implement here.

[Cruise Joseph Webster]

Time for another! He wasn't exactly sure at this moment that he wanted to hang out. Getting pissed, a definite but hook up potential in LA was a lot different to home. At home, it was kind of like the girls had confidence, they had some kind of casual swag that he dug. Here, it was the shortest of the shot skirts and the skimpiest shit you had ever seen. So he didn't know what to do in this situation. Kind of grabbing was was convenient, but at least the guys were buff. The arms, the abs, the tight shirts. These were his kind of people, so if he wasn't grabbing ass he could at least drive stick. But for now, he couldn't do anything. Fuck Valla! All he could think of was not sex, not having a good time but taking care of this supposed situation. Valla was never really wrong with these things, so he decided to scan. Touch me baby. I want a shot! Hey Baby! What's up! Okay, nothing but sex. Turning, he decided to look through the crowd. Honey blonde's palooza, all wearing tight skirts and taking shots of vodka. Not exactly evil. But then, hearing the heals, he spun around and saw her.

He smirked at her comment, giving a cute smile as he took another shot. "Exactly! Ah' moved in'to tha' apartment up stair's, so' this place i's mah' playground now". He said, turning to her as she was standing kind of between his knees. He would have preferred head between knees any other night, but hearing this chicks thoughts, he was set off like a lightbulb. Hmmm, what did he have here? I am underage by legal standards, but I have the power to manipulate people. Just try babe, let's see if she was as good as she thinks. He gave her a smirk as she got a drink, and as he checked out her ass he decided to scan. Their was a lot to see here, and perceive a lot from her, but her thoughts were saying a lot more. Bourbon boring? This girl had definitely not had a good time in a while. "Really? Ah' disagree. May'be, you shoul'd 'ave a shot then. We can' see how 'adventurous' you' can be". He said slyly as he took another shot, and smashed it down.

Power? I am able to do things regular joes can't even comprehend. He had never heard a witch boast before, and it was hilarious. He smirked at her as she sipped her drink, and he kind of looked away. One part of him was saying, get this chick outside and beat her ass before she hurt anyone. But another side, the sly side of him, was telling him that if she was with him - all night - then she won't be able to cause harm to anyone or anything. And the plot thickens as he tried to undermind her fucked up thoughts, and touched her waste a little bit, looking at her. "Ah'm Cruise. Cawl meh' CJ". He said as yeah, he took another shot. Giving her a cute smile, he hoped that Valla wouldn't mind if he called her tomorrow, because by the looks and thoughts of this firecracker, he was going to be preoccupied for a few hours.

[kyra Pandora Chambelain]

She grinned softly at his comment. But before she gets to that, how hot is this dude's frickan accent! The way his tongue just rolls the words out...Definantly an attractive trait if she said so herself. He definantly had something about him that she fancied, and he didnt' seem like one of those babbling idiots who she always seemed to run into in these places. If only she decided to get security on her. Oh wait, she wasn't important enough for that apparently. Learning in foward, she placed her arm over the man's body and leant it on the bar, staring the attractive man straight in his eyes, the small grin still visible on her expression as she curled her eyes over slowly. "So this is your playground, huh? Honey, you may play in this playground all you like, but I'm the one who decides whether you go down the slide, or through the tunnel." She took a slow sip of her drink with a brief chuckle, moving away from Cruise and sitting back down onto the stool, still glancing over at the man. There was definantly something about him which she couldn't put her finger on. Maybe further conversation with him would bring up something.

The grin remained on her face as this man spoke of 'adventurous' like it was nothing. It was really nothing for her anymore, either. She glanced at him intrigingly for a moment, as if contemplating accepting the challenge he had set out before her. A smirk appeared on her lips as she turned to the bartender. "Can I get a shot of Triple J," she stated cooly, before the drink appeared on the bar and she picked it up and downed it in one go. She looked back at Cruise, licking her lips slowly and running her tongue through the shot glass to get any excess bourbon out. She then placed the shot glass back down on the table, placing her hands behind her head for a moment, running her fingers through her hair. "Impressed? You should be, I kinda have a lot of experience in shotting." She giggled again, almost seductively as she glanced over at the bartender for a moment. "Go, fetch me something...Special." She grinned confidentally, excited about the endless possibilities which this fine young bartender could muster up for her. This was an enjoyable night. Cute guy, alcohol and just plain chilling out. And hey, she didn't need Wesley to have a good time, she was proving that right now.

He introduced himself as Cruise, and she smiled again, taking a sip of her rather fancy new drink which the bartender had placed down before her. Ah, how she loved free drinks. She did notice some girls looking at her rather sternly, obviously confused yet frustrated at how she continually got free drinks. Turning towards them, she stared at their drinks and soon they begun to bubble slowly, until the liquid inside begun disintegrating almost. One of the girl's took a sip, and spat it out straight away, the other girl's soon following. Turning back to CJ, she smiled again. "Kyra," she replied to Cruise. She took another sip of her drink before leaning on the bar closer to Cruise. "Oh, and by the way, I can be a lot more...Adventurous." She smirked, eyeing the man intently.

[Cruise Joseph Webster]

"Is tha' r'ight?". He laughed slightly. She had something about her. She was confident for one, and knew what she wanted and went for it and didn't mind trying to impress. What a corrupted bitch! Cruise didn't need to use perception to see this. Her thoughts were not the thoughts of a straight forwards hot-and-bothered chick, she was fucking passive agressive. He sat there and just smiled, taking a drink of his beer and trying to pretend that this hot piece of ass wasn't a psycho. He didn't usually feel uncomfortable around people, but right now he felt like she could snap and kill someone at any time. He hated when Valla was right, and looked to the girl. He just tried to play cool, except this chicks thoughts were like looking into the head of every big bad evil chick that he had ever met. It was definitely unnerving, but what was Cruise if not cool. He just had to play this out right, so therefore, he did.

When she ordered the Triple J, Cruise was happy to see his three best friends in a shot glass. Watching, she took it so easily for a girl. Yeah, she was evil. He was impressed, and gave her a smile before drinking his beer. He had to do something. He couldn't kick her ass out in the open, he had to come up with a plan. Something that wouldn't blow his cover. Looking around the crowd. Go for a smoke and lure her into a back alley? Still to risky. Hmmm... Take her up to his room and beat her around a bit. Sounded like a plan. As she told the bartender to get her something, he realized she wasn't paying. Okay, this was going to cost the bar heaps at her rate, so he had to act fast. So he went with the introduction. The name of the guy that is going to ruin her fun night, how sad for her. He got her name anyways, at least he could get Valla to keep an eye out for the name. He needed the opportunity to do the lure, and luckily for him, it was coming up.

AWESOME! It sucked, a line like that would have him as up as the Eiffel tower but no, he had to kick ass. So looking up at the girl, a smirk spread across his face. It might have looked like the expression of 'SCORE!' but really it was 'this is awesome and easier then I thought'. "Yeah?". He said as he then rose, looking into her eyes. He had to keep it up, but he had to get this witch out of the road right now. Not kill her, but to show her who's area this was now. Cruise Webster was the champ around here now, not some dark magic bitch. "Well follow meh'". He said, winking at her as he walked towards the stairs. This was it, okay, his action for the night was threatening a witch and probably being thrown around for a while. The fun nights of a Seba Mau never have limits. Walking, he let out a breath. It wasn't like he had performance anxiety, but his heart was racing shit fast!