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  1. Scalar Warfare
  2. Trenchant Cogency
  3. Just a Kroww
  4. Scalar Warfare
  5. v-v
  6. Dead Myths
  7. Trenchant Cogency
  8. Scalar Warfare
  9. Nighthunter
  10. Dead Myths
  11. Darkest Silver
  12. Trenchant Cogency
  13. Scalar Warfare
  14. Izan-Oen
  15. Dead Myths

1Scalar Warfare

Narrowly avoiding being bodied by a van driven by a raving lunatic, Kae sauntered in the front doors, opting to take the simple pull door over the rotating entryway that promised nothing but trouble if she were to be caught inside of it by some errant fool crashing through.

One could never be too sure.

Hell, were the circumstances different, she might have paused to give the woman that emerged out the van a more thorough look than a mere glance, but Kae had an important appointment with a martini glass or three. Besides, the leather-clad chick was busy wrapping herself around some guy waiting for her at the entrance and now on the concrete, so gawking wasn't likely to be leading anywhere soon anyway.

The lobby was busy enough that noone spared her a glance, which was just fine. It let her dynamically reconfigure her armor for something more suitable to the climate-controlled and fancy interior. By the time her elegant strides had carried her to the far end of the foyer, the symbiote was garbed in a fairly complex approximation of an airy, short-skirted cocktail dress, woven entirely out of extremely fine plant fibers. In fact, it would have been entirely indistinguishable from processed fabric were it not for the fact that it was a pale green, and small, living flowers dotted it in a feminine pattern.

She waved off the host in the Crimson Hawk restaurant, heading straight for the bar. Resting a leg on the brass footrest, a wet gin martini was ordered, straight up, and stirred. Sweet vermouth, of course, for the lady, and a twist of lemon.

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2Trenchant Cogency

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Posted: Wed May 23, 2018 11:57 pm

"Drinking alone is bad for you, you know."

As Kae was having her drink, someone spoke to her from just out of her field of vision. An exceedingly tall man moved to stand beside her, giving her an amicable smile that made pronounced laugh lines appear on his face. His hair was silvery with age, but he seemed to lack any balding issues, as his hair was pulled back into a long braid. The man's eyes were a stunning shade of green, so strangely clear and bright that they seemed entirely unnatural, even with the faint crow's feet around them. Worse was a streak down the entire right side of his face, as it was leathery consistent with an old burn wound. He was clean shaven, and smelled of some citric cologne and faint tobacco smoke. Dressed in an understated charcoal check suit with black trousers, there was still a bit of color with his deep purple tie, and flashes of shining gold at his cufflinks. While somewhat unassuming, his attire still reeked of expense, especially with the black leather gloves he was wearing along with matching black dress shoes. The man leaned idly on an impeccably polished cane of some darkly colored wood in his left hand, and extended his right with an open palm to her.

"Good evening. You're Kae, if I don't mistake myself. I am Fasumbra Langardo, from the Destructive Forces Operating Company. I understand you received my message from one of my employees. It's a pleasure."

3Just a Kroww

The blonde weathered the tirade, chuckling at Ryke’s huffing and puffing but ultimately plugging his number into her phone. When she went back to straightening up her shop he typed up a quick...

=P

...and promptly shoved the phone into his pocket before she came back around and yanked him down to look at his neck. “Yeah so apparently it’s all just rumour, like there isn’t any official announcement besides these random flyers—hurk! Hey, wha- oh.”

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> ”What happened there now?”

To be honest he had quite forgotten about the burn. Zandra has once blasted him close range with a shotgun because he had taken the uh...”back door”, into her shop and it had healed faster than this. “Uh, funny story about that...have you heard of a lazer-back boar? Some elf with a hard on for tech thought it would be a bright idea to bring the Wild Hunt...into the modern...era…” Connor trailed off as at that time a bloody Izette was walking past with a bewildered Jake in tow. Connor mirrored the expression, just as confused and worried as everyone else.

Izzy bloody was no huge surprise, but Izzy bloody and brooding and looking like she came out of the ringer all at once raised some red flags. Oh and let’s not forget the sopping bag of who-knows-what she carried with her. Connor wrinkled his nose at the scent and the squirming it set off in the Worm. There was something up, Zandra had pointed something out he hadn’t noticed. Missing eyepatch. Izzy never was seen without it. And what was this about an argument? Connor threw his hands up, looking back and forth between Jake, Ryke and Izzy.

“Hang on...wait, wait, wait, Mel? Who is Mel?”

4Scalar Warfare

The martini glass paused at the edge of Kae's pursed lips, a single tremble of the hand the only sign that let on that she was surprised at the man's sudden appearance at her side. Although it was likely fair turnaround for the numerous times she had interposed herself abruptly in other people's business, she was nonetheless slightly disturbed at the ease with which people were sneaking up on her recently. The Rose was getting lazy.

Gently setting the tall necked glass down on the countertop, she met his quip with a soft murmur of assent that was equal parts feminine purr, and resigned sigh. Turning slightly to face him, Kae marveled briefly at his height. A little over average height herself, and lofted by 4 inch platforms, she still had to tilt her head up to look him in the eye. An older gentleman, though not hard on the eyes as she might have expected, even if the wear of age and scars of battle seemed to weigh on him heavily. In contrast, she was the very image of youthful vigor, looking not a day over twenty, and likely to remain so for quite some time yet. If the meeting had not been for business, the interaction might have raised a few eyebrows in genteel circles. On the other hand, it was not unusual for older men to chase girls half their age to try and recapture the feeling of youth. Even if her charms did not work on him, she couldn't help but try anyway, even if it was just limited her passive body language and the subtle c**k of her hip.

In fact, as her lightly painted eyes roamed Fasumbra, his attire actually made her suddenly feel decidedly underdressed in her single garment, and without thinking, soft vines around her neck began weaving themselves into a rosewood native-style necklace, adorning her properly... even if all it really did was draw further attention to her daring neckline - which, although it was not scandalously plunging, did sit rather low on the swell of her bust.

So lost was the Rose host in this dance of first impressions that she barely heard his introduction, and looked down, almost confused at the offered hand. Though clearly intended as a handshake, she gave him instead her left, clasping it over top with an affectation of limp-wristed femininity. Surely a man of wealth and sophistication knew what to do with it.

"Enchanté, Monsieur. J'ai... ahem. I did receive your message, yes. It was quite... direct."

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5v-v

That look, it had to mean that V was getting through to the aelf. It was a major victory for the slime, having not really communicated with things that could talk recently. Requiring celebration, the slime proceeded to stick it's finger into one of the bottles that had been filled with the bizarre substance from the keg. There was a small mouse like sound when friction is placed on glass, but the slime listened to the aelf speak.

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> " Slow down there bo.....gir....Goop. You were watching me? Like.....how long? And you don't get to judge me for anything you saw, everyone was sober and consenting even if I wasn't."

With his other hand the slime formed a fist then counted off on it's fingers. One, two, three, four, five, six. Where the sixth finger had appeared from wasn't quite clear, but it was there. Wiggling all six fingers like some kind of cephalopod at the aelf, V upturned the bottle in his other hand and let the concoction slowly drain into the ooze. As far as recognizing the flutter of emotions in the aelf, the slime was oblivious to it's state. While it had watched humanoid beings for a significant time, thinks like emotions were a subtly that the slime only partially understood. It recalled proper physical reactions from when it had been whole but as the slime was now, it still had a long way to go before it understood everything.

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> " I mean, I wasn't sober, but I was consenting."

The slime did not understand what the aelf was talking about. Consent wasn't that big of a deal where it hailed from. Things were different here on Gaia and other civilized realms. Only really knowing the maze and it's barbaric ways, the slime was less concerned with the opinions of morality than many others in the various realms connected to Gaia. The slime then stopped the nearly obscene motions with his hand and formed it into a fist that then raised an index finger before pointing at the aelf. Sitting up straight despite more protests from the chair, V brought his hands together, bottle and all then raised then both quickly to into the air quickly.

The bottle went flying in one direction, a distinct pop being heard as it slipped off his finger and out over the edge of the balcony. When the bottle landed there was a the sound of breaking glass accompanied by what sounded like an miniature washing machine blowing up. Fixing his shirt the slime would point a few times at the aelf then nod giving him two thumbs up. V was a fan of explosions, mostly for surfing on but he also liked watching them and apparently drinking them.

6Dead Myths

A heavy-duty, self-made motorcycle tore around the corner to the Crimson Hawk Hotel. As it slowed and turned into the parking lot, it's thunderous roars calmed into guttural growls, then earthly rumbles, then silence once the engine was killed. The rider parked near the entrance of the hotel, kicking down the stand for the hog to prop up on its own.

As she stood, Akshaya removed her helmet with one hand. Another hand swept through her wild mane of hair. Another hand rested on the handle of her bike as she wriggled her hips to get the blood flowing. A fourth hand fished out a phone to thumb through until she found correspondence belonging to the hotel. She had a room here, and soon enough, a possible position on someone's team. It's still up in the air if she would participate or not.

She left her bike to the mad elements stirring outside the hotel and ducked into the lobby. A desk clerk looked up, barely batting an eye at the bronze-skin, four-armed amazonian. Apparently a woman of her stature – 6 feet, 8 inches – and more than a couple hundred pounds of flesh, bone, and a pinch of spice, wasn't abnormal. After a quick greeting and exchange of information, Akshaya was pointed to the bar.

When she walked, the floor shuddered. Drinks of all shape and taste rippled with every step. She stopped near other people, a scantily dressed, rose scented woman, and a well-dressed gentleman.

She nodded and grunted, "Yo," in greeting.

Dressed in a soiled white tank-top that showed a generous amount of cleavage, snug jeans, shin-high black boots, and a bike chain around the waist, it wasn't hard to observe her as an overly tall ruffian. A ruffian that smelled of long hours on the high way. A ruffian with four biceps each bigger than the average human thigh. A ruffian with hands covered in dozens of lacerations, small and long.

Akshaya turned her attention on the bartender. “Give me a mug of your darkest beer. A mug for every hand.”

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Fasumbra made a quiet, amused sound as Kae slipped into French, along with her aristocratic formality. It reminded him of his younger years, and the endless dance of Cruxian noble society. Without missing a beat he smoothly bent to kiss the woman's hand, leaving behind the sensation of the scars on his lips. Unlike Kae, Fasumbra's emerald eyes did not find themselves roaming. One could say he was just being a gentleman, but the truth of the matter was that he was here for business. Whatever affectations might be made, this was no time to be taken with one anothers' physical appearance.

"I hope you'll forgive me for placing such stress upon you. I felt it would save everyone involved a good deal of time, as well as effort, if we dealt with the issue of 'worthiness' from the beginning. I've been told you are certainly no pushover, and now we have empirical evidence to go along with the anecdotal and theoretical." Fas smiled warmly at her, standing back to his full height and turning his head to the bartender.

"Your best bourbon, neat, and another martini for the lady here."

As the bartender was preparing the drinks, the impressively sized Akshaya approached, greeting the two of them before ordering her own drink. Or rather, her drinks. 'A woman after my own heart,' Fas thought to himself, giving her a smile and a nod in return.

The bourbon and martini now completed, they were presented to their respective recipients. Fasumbra took his with a nod of thanks to the bartender, and took a moment to breathe in its aroma before sipping it. He gave an appreciative 'Mmm' at its taste before returning his full attention to Kae.

"Now, to get down to the business at hand, Miss Kae. You are a more than capable fighter, to put it mildly. I am not the man I used to be in that regard." Fas gave a sheeping shrug at that.

"My business has plenty of funding, but it could always use more publicity. The Heaven or Hell combat tournament is just over the horizon, something I'm sure you're aware of. Were I in my younger, more... capable days, I would found a team myself. But I am, unfortunately, not. Instead, I would like to sponsor you." Fas' face took on a more serious expression, as they got down to the brass tacks of things.

"All of your expenses will be paid for by my business, the Destructive Forces Operating Company. That goes for travel, lodging, equipment, luxury, et cetera. Your part in this will be to find a group of other capable persons to form a team with, and publicly carry the name of my company into the Heaven or Hell tournament. Hopefully to a championship victory, though that's of lesser importance." Fas paused a moment to take another sip of his bourbon.

"Is there anything you'd like to ask?"

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8Scalar Warfare

"Mr. Langardo." Kae withdrew her hand, satisfied at his familiarity with such antiquated etiquette, and rested it lightly on her left thigh as her leg cocked back against the bar stool rung behind her. She retrieved her drink from the counter, bringing it thoughtfully to her lips as she considered his words... and to save it from the thundering footsteps of the amazon that strode into the upper class establishment as if it was natural for bikers to just roll into a five-star restaurant in street clothes.

Pure, unadulterated judgement streamed from her blue eyes across the far rim of her martini glass, fueling the disdain at the slovenly four-armed woman over Fasumbra's shoulder with a healthy mouthful of gin and vermouth.

When her gaze returned to her patron, he was in the middle of explaining his proposition, which she humored well, draining the glass entirely by the end of it, which the bartender quickly whisked away. She let the second lie for the moment, and tapped her nails on the stained wood of the bartop, considering exactly how much reprimand to weave into her reply.

"*As you might imagine, I did not care to be disturbed during my vacation to my homeland. Your messenger tore me up rather badly, and to be honest, I would not have come at all if we did not relish the opportunity to experience new tastes.*"

Kae sighed slightly, and almost reluctantly picked up the second martini, swirling it idly in the glass as she glanced over the man's shoulder again with a slight frown. "*All this 'funding' and so forth sounds wonderful, but what is the catch? The price? And for that matter, why me? You flatter me, but are you sure you want me to represent your... company? If you have heard of me, surely you know...*"

The Rose host leaned forward slightly, as if she were about to slide up into his personal space, but instead parting her lips to bare her teeth for a moment, almost hissing with her exhalation and revealing two very sharp, pearly white canines.

"*I am not a good girl.*"

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9Nighthunter

Somehow Jay had convinced Enness to let her drive. All through the trip he wondered why he suddenly had such a glaring lapse in judgement.

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*And after managing to miraculously arrive at the Crimson Hawk Love Shack Hotel in one piece, slightly impressed Jay had managed to make it there without killing anyone, Enness decided his lapse in judgement would be upgraded to temporarily being more insane than usual.*

“Remind me. Why… Did I ever agree to let you drive again?”

*He most certainly did need a moment to recover, pretty much falling out of the passenger side of the vehicle, he stood hunched over trying to catch his breath, and sending a half serious glare towards his partner at her demands. A thought crossed his mind as he watched her walk away, about all the crazy s**t he’s gone through, both voluntarily and not so much, before he ever met Jay, and how this little woman would probably wind up to be the death of him.

A half smile crept over his face as he tilted his head, admiring the view.*

“Well, there are worse ways to go.”

With a sigh and a shrug of his shoulders, the man started to unload the bags from the back of the light armored vehicle, most of which did not belong to him, including one bag that clinked loudly as he was about to set it down. However, he suddenly stopped before completing the simple motion, standing still like he was frozen in time.

“...”

Something had caught his eye while he was watching Jay go. An object in her hand glinting as it caught the light left him with a premonition of impending doom.

“Wait a minute...”

Enness finally set the bag down before frantically patting the pockets on his bomber style jacket. When he found what he had been looking for, he pulled out his wallet. Upon opening it and peering inside, he discovered that a slot usually occupied by a plastic card was conspicuously empty. Wait, no. Not empty. It had been replaced… By a photo? One eyebrow raised, soon to be joined by the other as he slowly slid the photo out of the slot with his eyes going slightly wide.

“When did she? How did she?”

*He continued to stare for a moment before shaking his head to clear it. Stuffing the photo back in place, narrowed blue eyes would turn towards the hotel entrance at the sound of a cute gleeful squeal followed by the pitter patter of tiny booted feet.

Just in time to see Jay’s body leaving the ground and coming right for him.

Her arms going around his neck was about as far as how this played out in her head went, the sudden and unexpected impact of her little body against his sending his back down to meet the pavement. This was starting to become a rather far too common occurrence.

And somehow she always wound up on top.*

“We’re gonna need to have some words about credit cards and swapping them out of my wallet.”

As if for emphasis, his statement would be followed up by Jay feeling a sharp impact against her rear.

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10Dead Myths

They got stuff thicker than Guinness in this fancy place. Stouts as dark as oil and richer than a full course meal. The bartender, who treated Akshaya with the utmost respect like any patron, voiced an excited opinion on the matter. The big gal accepted with budding interest. How could she refuse a recommendation as earnest as what the bartender proposed? Smooth talker that one. Knew how to pitch.

Now as for the chick that gave Akshaya an itch, the female boulder felt reclined to ignore the pointed glares. Reclined to ignore if the first offense happened to be the only offense. Pretty face on that one, too. Too bad the salt on this lady could kill an ecosystem as big as a rain forest. Akshaya saw through her peripherals the shade the scanty woman tossed. She also heard most of their conversation since she stood near.

"I am not a good girl."

“And you sure ain't a lady,” Akshaya chimed in.

The first mug clacked onto the counter, filled to the brim and colored caramel. Got to let it settle first before its proper for consumption. As her other mugs came clacking in front of her, the wild woman turned slightly to take better stock of her company. Her attention honed in on the face of the gentleman standing close to eye-level with her. He's handsome with the words and tall with the stature. Akshaya laid on a smirk.

“Pardon the interruption, the little one looked like she knew me from somewhere...”

The fourth mug hit home with a resounding thud. Akshaya's gaze slid to her handful of drinks, accompanied by a growing grin. There's a couple teeth replaced by dentures, which normally went unnoticed unless an observant eye picked out the difference in coloration between real and fake. Evidently, Akshaya had seen the ends of many hits.

“Jokes aside... I'm somewhat interested by the sound of your offer, slick? Are you looking for dames or fighters?” Reddish brown eyes took a slanted look at the company man as all four hands waited patiently in front of all four mugs. Then for a split second, her gaze lowered upon the flowery chick.

Heh. Heh.

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11Darkest Silver

The woman gasped as she practically rode enness into the ground, tilting her head to smile innocently at him as he mentioned her behaviour. Replacing the card the night before was rather cunning on her part, also gifting him a raher enticing photo to hold onto. Her credits were running low so she wasn’t exactly left with much choice, although there was no doubt she would make it up to him later.

“I only borro-!!” Her words cut short by the sharp slap on her a**, tearing a cry of shock from the woman. Blushing she would bite her lip before dismounting her companion.

“I’ll pay you back, I promise.” The paying back would of course wait for when they won the tournament. Although now she would be stuck rubbing her cheek with a rather submissive look in her eyes.

Those womanly wiles were handy, but she wasn’t doing it just to get her way. She enjoyed the act more than anything else.

Extending her hand to Enness to help him to his feet, after which she would step forward to press her small form against him, tilting her head back to look up at him with those dark brown eyes. “So… Wana see the room?”

The words left her mouth, then she was off, grabbing a couple of suitcases and swinging them about as though they were light as a feather. Attempting to run of back into the hotel before he could reprimand her for changing the subject.

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As Kae spoke, Fasumbra found himself growing somewhat annoyed by her behavior. Not at her sexually charged body language, nor her odd blend of (attempted) intimidation and seduction. Instead it agitated him that she was paying so much attention to the woman who had just approached the bar behind him. He didn't allow it to show on his face, of course. He'd been doing this long enough to keep his emotions in check. But it did irritate him.

"Now, Miss Kae, there's no need for-"

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> “And you sure ain't a lady,” Akshaya chimed in.

The huge woman that Kae had spent so much team eyeing broke into their conversation. Normally Fas would have pointedly ignore the intrusion, but part of him figured Kae brought it upon herself with what his younger employees would call 'mean mugging'. So he took a step back from the bar and turned himself just enough to give the social queue that Akshaya was now, officially, part of the conversation. He looked on with an amused, but neutral expression as the four-armed woman cattily dismissed Kae after a few well-placed jabs.

'Ah, people never change, highborn or low. Well, perhaps I'll give the young Miss Kae a taste of being half-ignored.' Fas' focus stayed on Akshaya after she spoke, and he made certain he took a moment to let Kae see his eyes linger on the large woman's cleavage before meeting her gaze.

"I am indeed looking for capable fighters to promote my business. Perhaps Miss Kae is right. Perhaps my business would be better suited looking elsewhere for viable opportunities." Fas took a step toward the mountain of a woman, and in a friendly manner placed his gloved left hand on Akshaya's uppermost bicep, that stayed for just an instant too long to just be a friendly pat.

"Incidentally, would you be interested in my offer? You certainly seem powerful enough to make an impact, and, if you'll pardon me for being forward, you have a certain... attraction." Fas smiled sheepishly at Akshaya, giving her a flash of his slightly too perfect teeth.

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In a moment, the sultry femme Francaise vanished, replaced by an open mouthed horror at Fasumbra's callous ease in rejecting both her charms, and apparently even her qualifications. Having not known him for long enough to distinguish between what was said in earnest or in jest, the sudden shift in focus was tantamount to a personal slight... compounded by the catty comments from that b***h beside him. Was this some sort of sick setup?

Momentarily at a loss for words, her teeth snapped shut, the stem of the glass in her right hand audibly cracking slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure. She almost missed the bartop returning it to rest, rousing herself from the languid body posture she had been using to try and seduce her potential patron to one that almost seemed like she was about to raise fists and square off.

One thing was certain - there was a livid fire lurking in her irises that could wither the most confident joker. A slight tremble in her shoulders testified to the effort being used to keep the raw urge of violence so unfortunately wired into her nature from surfacing. Instead, she closed her eyes for a moment, exhaling to steady herself. When her eyes opened again, she had found her voice.

"Sérieusement?" she inquired quietly. Her voice was low, velvet, laced with daggers.

"*You send someone to disturb me when visiting home, have them attack me without properly explaining why to 'prove my worth', summon me here with vague promises, ply me with drink, offers of funding and patronage... and then at the drop of a hat, rescind it simply because I have doubts about your attentions?

And having done none of those prerequisites for that muscle-bound classless oaf behind you, who has to order four beers to make sure that one might accidentally make it to her mouth, who just rolled in off the street from a garage-cleaning competition... you DARE offer her the same deal?*"

Kae paused, full lips curling in competing disgust between the man toying with her and the stupid, satisfied smirk on Akshaya's face. She considered continuing her rant... but sighing, she smoothed out the ruffle of her skirt, and stepped up to Fas, looking at him directly in the eyes, as if searching for an apology.

Then she slapped him sharply across the face without preamble or ceremony.

"*Come find me when you come to your senses. Or don't. b*****d.*"

The sound of stalking heels clacking on the hardwood accompanied her departure... though to where... who knew.

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14Izan-Oen

Following its nose to an establishment without giving its immediate surroundings a second thought, the gargantuan canine stands dumb-founded as it questions the nose that the body as followed.

On-lookers stare in awe, others in amazement, while several more in fear, questioning as such as why a magnificent and rare creature has suddenly appeared and without a conscious thought for its own wellbeing. Never the less, those who are watching seem to gather with androids and iphones being whipped out to take snapshots of such a wonder of an animal.

The creature stood to its full eight feet plus eight as if it is trying to stretch itself to reach for something that is not even within its reach yet. After a few moments, the bi-pedaled wolf continues its trek which in turn enters the establishment.

15Dead Myths

It seemed all too practiced, how the world had started straight and certain, then bending to accommodate the grandeur of Akshaya's presence. She didn't know the gentleman with the silver braided hair and fancy cane supporting his well-aged form, but she understood his game. She liked his game. She played along, turning slightly at the waist and toward the extended hand as he touched her.

The leather glove he wore didn't intervene between the electric charge blitzing at contact from skin to nerves. A charge flying from Akshaya's widening, jubilant eyes and into his remarkably, beautiful green pair. It's almost too easy to forget there's a business proposition involved. Hell, if he asked her to twirl in a flower dress while wearing heels Akshaya might actually consider it.

But first there's a child who must be paid close attention to.

The gaiety of their moment fell under attack after the little one had found her composure. In came a tirade so dramatized and hard-biting Akshaya took a hand and placed it in front of her mouth to feign some sense of disbelief. Then the gentlemen received a slap and the child took off on a self-righteous retreat. A retreat that would not go unpunished.

No man or woman could turn tail and not have their salt melted into glass when Akshaya laughed! The child may leave. She may stumble. She may stop and look. It didn't matter. Akshaya found great amusement out of the exchange as she filled each crevice and crack with her resoundingguffaw. One hand held tight to the bar counter. Two arms wrapped around her stomach. Another settled over her heaving bosom, rising and falling to the beat of her chuckles.

“Ha ha ha ha... oh damn. Children these days sure do love being outraged.”

Akshaya sighed with content. Once again, she was Queen B. On top of that, her mugs had underwent their full transformation from caramel to oil-dark. She picked up all four and turned her back against the bar. The lucky first hovered beneath her nose as she took scent of it. Yes, this was the good stuff.

“I love dark beers,” Akshaya said before taking a small sample. Mmm. The statement seemed all too separate from the events which had transpired, but Akshaya had a point orchestrated. “Dark beers are full of substance, you know. Substance some people lack. But... it's not for everybody. When you got a party, people tend to have different tastes. I'm a heavy beer girl. A friend of mine likes light beers. So I reckon if we set up shop, I can be your Guinness, the child could be your PBR Light. Then we'll be two drinks short of having a decent menu for people to get drunk on.”

He could think over those apples on his own. Akshaya did what anyone expected of her. She chugged the first mug! All at once it would disappear with only one or two droplets splashing down her chest.

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