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Post by qhostqrowls on Apr 13, 2024 23:41:38 GMT -6
“Like what? Seriously. One full moon I ate like, a whole roadkill deer.” Jen said confidently. “It totally wasn’t fresh. You literally couldn’t gross me out if you tried.“
She smiled over her shoulder, still holding Shah’s hand so they wouldn’t be separated when they moved through the crush of the crowd. The werewolf manoeuvred them to the front of the bar within minutes, and had them a cocktail in another few.
“Passionfruit martiniiiiis!” She passed a glass to Shah. “You’ll love it. I need another drink before any dancing.”
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Post by jarahamee on Apr 14, 2024 0:53:55 GMT -6
Shah cringed. Roadkill deer wasn’t the worst thing she had wanted to eat, but she had to admit, it was tempting when she saw it. Really any meat was, living or dead, though she did her best to keep her figure and avoid overeating. She looked down at her hands.
“…It’s…along the lines of roadkill deer, but worse… I don’t think I should indulge in that sort of business, honestly. It probably would make my breath rancid.”
She moved with the smaller woman, gently using her large size to bump offenders (usually drunk men) out of the way with her hip or upper arm. An unlucky (or lucky) gentleman collided directly with her chest, and bounced his way on the ground, somewhere away from her.
“…Sorry?”
Shah offered, her voice drowned out by the loud music. She leaned in as Jen ordered her martini. Passionfruit sounded nice, and she was partial to alcoholic drinks in general. “You know what I like.”
She said approvingly, with a big smile.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Apr 17, 2024 1:25:14 GMT -6
“Like…humans?”
A good a guess as any. Jennifer was still smiling encouragingly as she waited for her reply.
“I knew we’d have similar taste.” She said, and winked again, leaning back against the bar. She hoped Shah would realise she wasn’t just talking about the cocktails. She lifted her glass to clink it against the wrestlers, closing her lips over her teeth.
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Post by jarahamee on Apr 18, 2024 0:05:31 GMT -6
“..S…Sometimes.”
Shah turned a shade redder, and followed in step, unsure how to reply. Did she really want to say something like that? It wasn’t every human. She lived with her human sisters and mother, and never wanted to eat them. It was just… some people.
She swallowed hard, taking the second comment with a pause. What did that mean, similar taste? Did…she also want to eat humans? Had she eaten people? Live people? Or dead ones? Or did she mean the drinks?
The wrestler took the drink, and took a swallow, looking less sure.
“This is a good drink!" She smiled again. Jen couldn't have meant that, could she?
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Post by qhostqrowls on Apr 18, 2024 6:54:06 GMT -6
Jennifer's expression softened. This was exactly why she didn't work recruitment - she pushed too hard too fast.
"Hey, my bad! I'm like, super open about everything. I just meant that most were-whatevers have those instincts, you know?" She placed her hand gently on Shah's muscular forearm. "Like I said, it's nature. There shouldn't be such a stigma around it."
She removed her hand, taking a long drink as she winced internally.
"Right? I only like the sweet ones. If I can taste the alcohol, no way."
She switched topics, running a hand over her wild curls. She liked Shah regardless of any recruitment or scouting - had meant her earlier compliments.
"So, anyone in here catching your eye?" She asked playfully, tilting her head at the dancefloor. "You must get like, so many fanboys. And girls, obviously."
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Post by jarahamee on Apr 19, 2024 16:48:46 GMT -6
Shah’s expression looked troubled for a moment or two, but she seemed to dismiss it quickly enough. She was right, at least for most of the big carnivores. She couldn’t imagine something like a were-rat or the like having killer instincts, but she hadn’t ever asked either.
“At least the carnivores. I don’t think hyena-hyenas eat people, so I guess I’m just unlucky.”
She also had the very strong impulse to eat all kinds of garbage, and had been more than capable of eating the beef ribs from a roast. None of these were out of her range of abilities, whether she liked them or not.
“The more they’re like a dessert, the better.”
Shah winked, seeming to relax a little more. While she wasn’t particular about food, she was particular about drinks, and sweet drinks were really her specialty.
“…Well, uh. No, not really. And fans are really their own little can of worms. The male ones are um. Weird. They usually like me for specific reasons, and it’s kind of a male-heavy sport.”
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Post by qhostqrowls on Apr 24, 2024 6:14:50 GMT -6
"Oh, ew. That sucks." The werewolf's cocktail glass was already half empty, and she swilled the remaining drink around and around, fishing out the passionfruit garnish with one painted claw. "Well, I'm inviting myself to your next match. I'll scare off the creeps for you."
She popped the slice of fruit into her mouth, smiling, and seemingly completely serious.
"When's your next one?"
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Post by jarahamee on Apr 24, 2024 19:54:53 GMT -6
“Oh, I have the prime time spot on Saturday. I can save you a seat if you want to come.”
She took a deep draught of the fruity drink in her hand, then smiled brightly, pressing any uncomfortable thoughts out of her head. It wasn’t like that was what she really meant, was it? Shah wondered, but decided to keep her thoughts to herself.
“Where are you going after this? Or are you planning to stay here all night?”
Shah glanced almost unconsciously towards the door, as if expecting someone’s arrival, but quickly redirected her attention back to her new friend.
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Post by qhostqrowls on May 13, 2024 16:21:19 GMT -6
“I would love to!”
Jen’s eyes narrowed in a smile, her tail wagging side to side.
“I dunno. If the vibe stays like this, then sure. If not there’s a really good hidden bar down the street we could go to.”
She’d seemed to have decided they were spending the rest of the night together, and followed Shah’s uncertain glance towards the door with her eyes.
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Post by jarahamee on May 14, 2024 1:32:23 GMT -6
Shah smiled, taking another drought of her beverage. She wondered what the rest of Jen’s pack were like. They were a pack, weren’t they? Or was it just an organization of supers? There were so many different kinds of shapeshifters out there.
“I’m willing to go anywhere. I don’t have any dates, and I didn’t really make plans. I was just here to chill.”
She half-closed her eyes, losing herself in the music. It almost made her forget how itchy the sweat drying on her skin was, and how unpleasant she found her own smell. A mixture of perfume and hyena musk that came out when she sweated. Her least favorite.
“What are your friends like? Are they all shifters?”
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