Bar Stools

[First Lady Jocelyn]

OoC: Nope what I was trying to do was push my paws into the ground, bring my head under yours and push your head back letting my body hit yours while your recovering effectually knocking you over.  

[zenraven]

Ooc: Ok i will post this then.


Ic: Watching her plant her feet, Her jaw closed and snarling. he braced hard knowing she would hit him. As the blow hit it surprisingly knocked him off his feet he had moved enough in mid air to try and land on his feet.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

She let out a long sigh as she felt his weight behind her. With that she turned and quickly found her footing more, than ready to make another play for his jugular.  

[Iblisor]

Figuring that this must be normal for werewolves, Michael just turned back to his book and hoped someone would tell him when his shift was.  

[Xx_Punk Shinigami_xX]

"Ahh, so much for a pleasant evening..." He said while adding the whisky to the sake. Finished he started sipping his drink. He looked at michael and said, "So you the new guy?"  

[Iblisor]

"huh? Oh, yeah, I guess so." Michael said looking up at the bartender, "I'm not sure when I start though." Pointing back at the fight he continued, "Is this normal?"  

[Xx_Punk Shinigami_xX]

"You get used to it. If you just got here you don't have to start right away, but you can take my shift if you want." He said a little grumpily.  

[zenraven]

He knew by the large sigh that she was under estimating him. Thats just what he wanted. as he landed on all fours. he dug in to the floor and lept at her hands out stretched. claws wide open with a evil grin on his face he closed the gap quickly.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

OoC razz aws not hands, YOU'RE A WOLF YOU HAVE PAWS AND A TAIL!!!

The grin on his face made her even more inclined to destroy him. Seeing as he was coming at her front paws raised all she had to do was use his speed against him. She raised up as well knowing he would be able to knock her over and pin her down. Yet she still meet his charge head-on, wanting him to pin her so that she could prove she wasn't as appeared.  

[Glacirus]

Slowly sneaking his way around the fight, Seto grabbed a stool and sat down, reaching up and rubbing the side of his neck before speaking, "I've seen weirder...but I highly doubt this could really be 'normal'..."

Shrugging his shoulders, he began to idly swing his legs back and forth a little, glancing around, still picking up hints of food among the now stronger smell of alcohol. He was careful to keep his breathing low, especially when talking, because if that alcohol was too close, well...as cool as it looks in movies and what not, drinking a literally flaming shot of any drink is not a particularly pleasant experience. So he fiddled with the straps on his one bag, fingers tapping on the bottom of the stool, waiting to see if he should step in if either of them got too violent with one another.  

[Iblisor]

"I don't think that'd be the best idea. I should probably take a shower, and get cleaned up first. I've been living in a state park for a while."

Michael cracked his neck and looked back at the fight. "Are you sure we shouldn't get involved? It looks like it could get out of hand."  

[zenraven]

Still rushing at her . He noticed her raise up to meet him. So he kept barreling down on her making a almost bone crushing contact. He wrapped his Paws around her shoulders and drove her into the floor. And started to snap his jaw towards her face.  

[First Lady Jocelyn]

Just what she wanted before she hit she let out all of her breath to minimize the damage to her when his weight forced her down. She hit the floor hard but not enough to stop her. The moment she felt him going for her with his jaws ready, she brought her back paws up to his hip level inside his legs and planted them. Her legs being the strongest part of her, lifting him would be no problem, she forced him up and over her with one swift push of both legs. The result, she found, was her being perched on him the inertia letting her place her head at his throat teeth ready to pierce the tender flesh that lie so close.  

[Xx_Punk Shinigami_xX]

"Ehh why fight?" He said while falling asleep on the floor.  

[Iblisor]

Michael continued to page through the tome, keeping an eye on the fight, and the others in the sanctuary. He kept glancing over at Wolfe, sensing there was something more dangerous about him. Michael had been living wildly long enough to judge strength well. And when he looked at Wolfe, every fiber of the animal within him wanted to run. Run until he couldn't run anymore.