11632/Shots in the Black

Shots in the Black
Date of Scene:	17 June 2022
Location:	The Black Market
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Vanessa Carlysle, Thomas Blake

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Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
How Vanessa managed to actually get away from Thomas long enough for him to lead her into the Black Market is a mystery for the ages. But there was a request for ice, alcohol, and possibly breakfast after. And so with a witty quip and a light laugh with a smack on his ass, Vanessa adroitly encourages him to find ice. Her cheek IS starting to hurt, so his might as well too.

"So this is the infamous Black Market." Into the bar the two walk almost demurely arm in arm. Vanessa looks around with interest, and then gives Thomas a sly smile. "Is this the part where you show me you do like to play with your food?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake strolls along, he greets a few by name, Len, Rory, Moth. He smirks at Vanessa and whispers, "You'll just have to stay for breakfast to find out. Ah here we go, private room. I decided to spend some of the money I saved on bail thanks to your fast thinking. How's the cheek? Yours, not mine." He put his hand on her chin to turn her face for a better look. He opens the door for the tall and leggy brunette, giving her a playful swat on the rear as payback.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
"Oh, I've hit myself harder with a book in bed." Vanessa demures with a smirk, before wincing slightly and lifting a hand to lightly touch the cheek. "Mmm. But I wouldn't say no to ice." She dances forward at the swat, chuckling. "Private room, eh? Going to ask for a lap dance too?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake holds up the bag of ice and begins putting some cubes in a towel. He holds it out to her. "I never had one. I don't pay. I give gifts sometimes. Sometimes I get them. For what it's worth, I think you could have taken that twit yourself if I gave you a minute, you're so tall and strong." He goes to take her duster coat off her shoulders. A server already set out a bottle of Plantation Rum and glasses. He drops some ice in each glass. Then ogles a little.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
And the two drank.

And drank.

And drank some more.

The next morning. Vanessa blinks herself awake, momentarily confused by the strange surroundings and the massive hangover that hits her from all the shots and booze drank the night before. Dimly, she remembers agreeing to go back to Thomas's place after closing the bar. What happened from there? She has no idea.

Thomas Blake has posed:
And there's a tiger sitting on the floor and staring at her.

An honest to Gawd tiger regarding her with wise and possibly hungry eyes. He(?) close enough to touch her, which he does with his nose, sniffing her arm and torso. It kind of tickles if you aren't afraid of a tiger sniffing you.

Perhaps she has some lingering trace of Thomas' affinity for felines remaining. Perhaps she has enough of his scent to let the animal treat her as friend and not food.

The tiger nuzzles her and makes an almost subsonic rumble that must be a purr.

Even the purr is a little scary.

It's a frigging tiger, 600 lbs. of sure death!

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Fortunately for Vanessa, this isn't the first time she's woken up to the snuffling of a wild animal; one of her good friends has a roommate with two hyenas and Nessa has been woken up more than once to one of them investigating her.

It's at this moment that Vanessa realizes she's naked under the blanket thrown over her. "Nice kitty." She tells the tiger, keeping her voice soothing and low. She makes no move to pet the tiger, but also doesn't let herself be afraid. "Where's my underwear?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake comes in handling two plates and a very large bowl. He puts the plate on the floor the tiger strolls over to begin munching.

"I've been looking for that for a while. I found clothes strewn around the house. You're a lot of laughs when you get hammered. I'm glad you like him. His name is Rasputin, not that he'll come if you call."

Thomas sits down on the edge of the bed, next to Vanessa and hands her a plate of eggs and toast.

Eggs like you never dreamed off. Eggs. Wonderful, fluffy eggs that smell like liquid sunlight. Eggs that smell so good they could even make a hangover fade.

Thomas makes very good eggs.

Thomas leans close to look at her injured cheek. "That's healing nicely."

Soft sounds of a tiger noshing on cat chow.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
Clutching the blanket about her to preserve her modesty (ha!) the shapeshifter sits up and throws her legs over the side of the bed to accept the eggs. Point of fact, her cheek is healing up almost superhumanly quick, thanks in part to her mutant abilities. It's just fortunate she avoided a black eye.

"These smell amazing, Thomas. Thanks." Vanessa tells him when he gives her the eggs. She digs in, pausing to glance at the tiger. "It isn't the first time I've woken up to a wild animal in my face. One of my best friends lives with a girl that has two hyenas. Your... Rasputin, did you say? He's better behaved."

And then the topic of what happened. "I don't remember a thing after we got back here." She admits, between mouthfuls of eggs, "I apologize if I was too wild. Tequila and I don't mix well."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake sets his plate down on a couple of crates that seem to be his night stand. He puts his arms around her slim waist keeping clear of her eating, resting his chin on her bare shoulder. "Wild? No free spirited... relieved? Oh, hyenas! Got to be Quinn. Clown Princess of Crime? Fond of black and red outfits? I only know her by reputation. I was never quite, on her tier." He falls to pondering and maybe looking down the towel a little...

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
"She's not quite as big on crime these days." Vanessa chuckles at the description of Harley Quinn, nodding so that a bit of hair falls in her face. "So you ran with that crowd, eh?" She shrugs one naked shoulder, "It doesn't bother me. I've tried the vigilante thing before, but..."

She trails off, and leans her head against his when he rests his chin on her bare shoulder, finishing the eggs off and setting the plate under his, "Things went wrong, people died, and I decided it wasn't for me and went back to my old life. It helps the guy that got me involved moved on during my soul searching."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake reaches out to take the errant lock of hair and place t behind her ear. "I turned to crime because I gambled my inheritance away before I got good at card. I'm not one to judge."

"Listen... you might have heard stuff about me. I love the ladies but, I don't force myself on anyone. I slept on the floor with the tiger last night. But, I like playing hero so to speak. If you want to crash here for a while it's fine with us. You look a little lost. Lord knows I've been there." He brushes his lips on her neck. She still smells fantastic.

Vanessa Carlysle has posed:
"How gallant of you." Vanessa teases when he reveals he slept on the floor with the tiger. "But I'm hardly one to throw stones in that regard." She closes her eyes when he brushes his lips across her neck, letting out a soft noise of pleasure. "Mmm. I appreciate the offer, but I'm a big girl and things aren't that grim."

She reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, leaning against him after making sure the blanket is wrapped tightly around her. "That said, I'm not oppose to visiting." One eye opens, "As long as you understand what you're getting into, with me. I'm not some innocent young ingenue..."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake smirks. "If you were an innocent young ingenue, I wouldn't have bothered bringing you back. I like big girls. They need loving too." He begins kissing Vanessa on her brow, working his way to her uninjured cheek. "I guess intimacy (smek) is out of the question (smek) until you know me better? (Smek) well I like (smek) fooling around (smek) a lot. How's that?"

One hand takes the plates off the nightstand and deposits them on the floor. Rasputin begins licking them.