[PRP] A “Classy” Date (Rocky x Beau)

[Yayoi]

The days seemed to drag on since Rocky had last seen Beau. She had gone about doing her thing but he seemed to occupy her thoughts a lot. It was hard waiting. The excitement building as each day passed.

And then it was suddenly Sunday. The day of their date had come and the orange haired female had spent hours getting ready. Choosing a short black dress and her usually leather jacket, black boots to finish off the look. Fresh black lipstick painted her lips. Once she was satisfied she left the have. She had been staying in and headed off to the Sin Bin. It wasn’t that far of a walk thankfully. Her mind wandered to when they first met st the bar and the night they had spent with each other.

She wanted that again.

Coming up to the door of the Bin she made her way inside. Unsure if he was already here or not. She slipped past a bunch of club goers and made her way to the seat she had been in when they first met. It would be an obvious place for him to look if he came looking for her.

In the meantime she ordered a beer. Once it arrived she leaned forward to sip at the suds that lingered on the top.  

[Uta]

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday...

It was finally here, and Beau had been one busy puppy. He'd thrown himself into his work to make up for his couple of days off, but his thoughts always danced right back to Rocky. He'd thought of her regularly, and found that he'd actually missed her... missed her touch, her kisses, her scent, her laugh. She was still but a stranger, and yet, he longed to be reunited.

Thankfully, he had to come up with the classiest date he could imagine. For a Gangrel, this was a difficult task. Beau legitimately believed what she'd said, and he'd gone about trying to find out what was considered class. No wiping his hands on his jeans -- check. Some restaurant with six chandeliers minimum, according to Gramsci. Check. Fancy clothes. Check, check, and check. Beau didn't know much about class, but he was here to try, because he had promised her something memorable and gods help him, it would be! He was fair convinced if this didn't turn out well, that would be it....

Beau had brushed out his thick hair, and had even tied it up in a black bowtie. He'd heard something about black-tie events, so he wanted to make sure he was covered. He'd donned a brand new, tight, white shirt, and black vest with a few skulls, bones, and embroidery. He wore a loose black and white tie, covered in bones, and tight black jacket on top. He'd heard somewhere that layers were in fashion...and surely, if he was going on a fancy date, he needed to thoroughly dressed for the occasion. His pants were the best pair of strappy, buckled pants he owned, and were tight in all the right places, with not a rip to be found. And he topped it all off with a pair of buckled, leather, boots.

Surprisingly, it didn't look half bad, for all that it felt foreign and a bit uncomfortable. One of the girls had suggested accessories, so he'd made sure to wear a few rings, and strung a pair of handcuffs from his belt. Classy and possibly good for fun later, oh yeah.

So it was, Beau gave his tail one last brush, before heading out with baited breath. This was it. Time to make or break it. His apartment was across from the Sin Bin, so it wasn't a long walk to cross the street--but it was long enough to let him shake off a few nerves. No matter what, he'd at least get to see her again, and that's what he wanted...

Slipping through the crowd, he picked up a familiar scent, even amid all the people. The alcohol, the perfume, cologne, and blood on the air wasn't enough for him not to pick up on her. So it was, he wove his way back to the bar, where they had first met, and hurried forward. Though her back was to him, he recognized her slight frame, her leather jacket, and that shock of orange hair. So it was, he didn't hesitate to slip his arms around her from behind, not at all shy.

He was confident she'd heard his approach... and if he wound up with a broken arm, so be it. It was never wise to sneak up on a vampire but Beau wasn't known for being smart... and he couldn't help himself. "You made it," he spoke, genuinely happy, and delighted. I had never crossed his mind that she'd have missed it until he'd seen her there, and had her back in his arms.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Rocky had only gotten halfway through her beer when a pair of arms wrapped around her lithe form. Her normal response would have been to break whoever’s arm for being so bold but once his scent wreathed around her she relaxed, leaning back against him. A fanged smirk parting dark lips.

She was curious to see what kind of night Beau had planned for them. It could have been any number of things. But if he played his cards right there might be an after party later of just the two of them. She looked forward to that greatly. Just remembering their time together send a fire burning in her lower belly. But that was for later.

The feel of his arms around her sent a thrill running up and down her spine. Grasping the bar she pushed herself, turning the bar tool and essentially turned by herself in his arms. Claws sliding over his shoulders as she leaned in to capture his lips. Rocky wasn’t shy either. The sound of the club seemed to dull and the people around them melted away. As she broke the kiss that same smirk was still upon her lips. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” That was true, Rocky had been looking forward to this so much. To be with him again, it didn’t matter what they did with their time together, just that he was there.

Her tail slid up the back of his leg, curling around his thigh before it released him once more. If he wanted to just skip the date and get to the fun part she would have no issue with that. Finally she took in the sight of him. Oh yea, he looked hot as ********. The bow in his hair was an interesting touch though. “Are you ready to go?”

Uta

 

[Uta]

The feel of her lips against his had him all but turning to putty in her claws. He savored the kiss, drinking in her lips with great need. She was an oasis, the world a desert, and Beau found himself lost among the wilderness and ever so parched. Being with her reminded him of how dull the world was when she wasn't there....

The feel of her tail against his thigh caused him to hitch a breath, and he tightened his grip on her. He remembered that tail, her touch, her taste, her scent. A fire burned within him, and he'd pick her up and take her right back to his bed immediately if he could... but she'd wanted classy, and that didn't seem to make the cut. So he'd have to be strong... even if the temptation was great.

"I am, once you are. Feel free to finish your drink," he encouraged, letting his eyes drink over her figure. She looked great, and he could imagine how that dress would hug her form once she rose from the stool. He also imagined how it might fall off her body later, if he was lucky....no, no, classy. CLASSY. But oh, it was hard not to want to be naughty around her.

So it was, his hands caressed her waist, and her hips, even as she sat upon the bar. He was more than content to hold her -- and more than a little smug. Let the world see the beauty in his arms. Let them be envious of what he had, because as far as he was aware, they should be. "How've you been, beautiful?" He asked, sincerely. It had only been a few days but he wanted to know what she'd been up to, or at least, whether or not she'd been well.

Just because she looked well didn't mean she hadn't had troubles, after all.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Twisting around slightly she grabbed her drink and tossed it back finishing the last half in just a few gulps. Rocky could drink, so knocking back that little bit of beer was nothing. She set the glass back down and reached into the pocket of her jacket to retrieve some money that she left on the bar next to her glass. The orange haired gampire turned back to him with a smirk. “We’ll would you look at that all done. Guess that means I’m ready too.”

She slipped her arm back over his shoulder. Claws dragging up and down his back. One hand coming up to twine her fingers into the air at the back of his neck.

Rocky chuckled lightly, raising a slender eyebrow as she tilted her head to the side. “Been alright. Just dealing with clan business as per usual. How about you, handsome? Gotten into any trouble while I’ve been away?” She ran a single claw along his jawline then under his chin. Her gold eyes full of longing and desire as she kissed his lips once more, lighter this time. She could have just sat there and kissed him all night if time had allowed.

What was it about Beau that drove her so crazy? How had he endeared himself to her so quickly. They were still merely strangers to one another but there was a pull to him that she could not explain. Perhaps they were tied together by the string of fate. Whenever he was near she felt a tightening in her chest and if her heart could be it would be racing whenever he was around.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Beau smirked as she threw back the last of her drink, his tail giving a little happy wag behind him. "No real trouble beyond the usual rabblerousers and stalker fans," he confessed, leaning in to the touch of her fingers along his face. The gentle, beer-laced kiss that followed was delightful, and he mad a low, guttural sound deep in his throat. It was almost a quiet moan, meant just for her, proof of how easily she could drive him wild. Her claws twining his hair, her lips pressed against his... what more did he need than this?

It was safe to say he was smitten, and that was something Beau had never been in his unlife. It wasn't something he recognized or understood; it wasn't even somethin he questioned. All he knew was when she was around, there was nothing else on his mind but pleasing her.

Unable to help himself, he scooped her easily up into his arms, deepening that kiss. He gave her a little, happy twirl, before slowly breaking it off. He slowly, grudgingly, let her slip down again, before smiling. "Sorry, I know I'm supposed to be classy. Ahem," he offered her a bow, and instead, grabbed heer hand and gave it a tender kiss. "Shall we then?"

There. Yes. Biscuit had told him about the fancy, smancy hand thing. Good. Excellent. One for Classy!Beau.

Not releasing her hand, unless she seemed to want to, Beau lead them out of the Sin Bin and back to the streets. "I uh... I was thinking we might get a little something to eat? There's a place I heard about, Cibo that opened up. It's all the rage, I hear, among vampires with more money than I. Got us a table for drinks and a bite, to start out night." He hoped she hadn't been, though it wasn't the sort of joint he usually habited. "I was told it has a total eight chandeliers between the two floors," he added casually, smoothly, and more than a little proudly. He didn't want to show off, but he also wanted her know that it was a really classy joint. Yeah, that's right... she'd be awful impressed by that little tidbit. Heckin expensive, too.

Thankfully, he'd had some money tucked away for a rainy day, and he was more than happy to spend it all on her. That's what making money was for, as far as the vampire was concerned. Burning it all on friends, family, clan, and self. He didn't know who ran the establishment, rumor had it was some Toreador whose art was the blood concoctions he plated in ostentatious fashions, but it didn't matter. He'd be there with her and that was all that mattered.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

When he scooped her up and twirled her about she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips. Her arms wrapping around his neck and she planted a kiss on his cheek after he had set her down. Part of her was disappointed, Rocky enjoyed the feeling of his strong arms around her. Holding her close to his chest.

Rocky cocked an eyebrow as he kissed her hand. What was that about being classy? Honestly she hadn’t remembered the comment she had made. If he had taken her seriously well this would probably be a very interesting night. “Classy hmm? Well I guess we’ll see.” She grinned wide. The orange haired vampire would be the judge of how “classy” this date was going to be. When he mentioned the restaurant and getting drinks and food she nodded, they sounded like a good idea to start with at least. She had never been to this place before, her eyes widened. “Eight chandeliers?” Rocky whistled. “Now that’s classy for sure.” She didn’t know if there was a chandelier requirement but eight seemed like quite a lot.

Allowing herself to be led out of the club once they hit the street she linked her arm with his, twining her fingers around the other Gangrel’s. Leaning in close to him and pressing her body against Beau’s.

She was infatuated with him this was for sure. The Elder had never felt such strong feelings like this. Not even for any prior lovers or those she hd cared about. With Beau it was different, he returned the same affection that she gave to him. He wasn’t shy about what he wanted and she liked that about him.

Uta

 

[Uta]

If Beau had his way, Rocky would simply become a permanent fixture in his arms. Her slight frame felt good against his, and he was quickly becoming addicted to her close proximity. Still, he was doing his best to follow her prior instruction, and wanted to make sure she knew that he was listening to her and paying attention to her needs. That he was mistaken, and her direction hadn't been serious, wasn't something he was likely to figure out.

Still, her agreement that eight chandeliers was classy, had his tail wagging a bit in obvious pleasure. Still, it wasn't the restaurant they were headed to, or the amount of money Beau was willing to throw down for her; he just wanted to be with her, and to hopefully spend much of the night in one another's company. He was more than happy to twine arms and he held her clawed hand protectively within his own.

"It's nice to have you back here," he admitted as they walked, lifting her hand up his lips again to sneak in another kiss. And if he kissed her wrist, and then added a few more up her arm, he couldn't resist. He drank in her scent, her closeness, and all but memorized it. "You look amazing, too," he added, letting his dual-colored drink her in once more as they walked, trying hard to focus on their date ahead of them and not get too distracted.

Did she have any idea how tempting she was?

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

She had never been to a place with eight chandeliers so she was genuinely nice impressed. This place sounded super fancy and she began to worry that maybe she hadn’t dressed fancy enough for a place like that. But as soon as he lifted her hand to his lips abs trailer kisses up her arm all her doubts just melted away. He made it so hard not to just drag him into an alley way.

“Glad to be back.” And she meant that. Rocky had craved his presence the entire time they were apart. Now they were together again and all she could fill her head with were thoughts of him. What may lay ahead of them later in the night.

She leaned over as they walked to kiss him, nibbling at his bottom lip before she moved back to his side. “You look rather hot yourself, puppy. Who knew you could get more attractive?”

Uta

 

[Uta]

Beau gave a happy little sound when she leaned over to kiss him again... and he had to resist sweeping her back up into his arms. If he could have, he would have just carried her to the joint, but he was bound and determined to do this right. Her compliments pleased him, and he gave a low, happy rumble in his chest. "I'm glad I could impress," he stated, tail wagging behind him. "However, let's be honest--you're the actual sexy one between us. I'm just the fluffy arm candy. But I don't mind if you don't." How he'd landed someone like her, he didn't know... but he would do everything he could to keep her engaged, and interested.

Their fling had turned into something else and while he honestly didn't know what it was, he liked it. He liked her, and he wasn't shy about that, either.

It didn't take too long to make it to the new restaurant. The place was crawling with vampires, though most of them were dressed far differently than what either of them were wearing. To say they were given a few looks was an understatement, but Beau was determined -- his money was just as good as any of theirs, and this was real class.

To say the vampire hosting the podium with the reservation list seemed shocked to find Beau's name on it was an understatement. The look Beau gave him from where he stood slightly behind Rocky seemed to equally surprise the haughty-toity neonate. "One moment please," the host sniffed, disappearing into the restaurant, and leaving the two of them alone. Whether he was fixing their table, or arguing about allowing mutts in, remained to be seen.

Money won though.

"This way, please." And with that, they were lead into the restaurant, and lead up a flight of stairs, to be seated. Magical candles flickered red, and the ambience of the restaurant was old meets new; there were intricately crafted designs in ancient wood, along with cleaner black and white modern styles mixed in. All the focus was, indeed, based on various shades of the color red.

There were indeed eight, crimson chandeliers, and the place was packed to the brim. Beau stood until Rocky was settled, and then sat in he chair, and gave a little tug at his tie. "I wasn't sure they'd let us in," he finally admitted with a low chuckle. "This uh... Not usually my kind of place. Hope I don't stick out too much." Still, he didn't mind -- she was thee.

A bottle of bloodwine was brought over and poured, and menus delivered, before the host once again hurried away to give them time to drink.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Rocky had no clue that he had taken her seriously when she said she was classy and only a classy date would do. The Elder had been teasing him and she had completely forgotten about the whole thing. So her impressed expression was born out of pure excitement. He was at least trying to show her a good time.

When they arrived at the restaurant it was packed. So many other vampires were here. He must have been right and this place was super popular. It even looked fancy from the outside. There was a bit of trouble with the host and as he went inside to do whatever she noted how close he was standing behind her. She leaned back into him, pressing her body into him lightly as she leaned her head back on his shoulder. “You’d think he’s never seen a lady before.” Amusement swept across her features, a wide smirk parting her dark lips.

Soon the host returned and they were escorted inside, up the stairs and to a table. The inside was just as packed. “You weren’t kidding when you said this place was popular.” She took a sip of the wine that had been poured for her. Not bad. It even tasted expensive. The candle light that shone red cash deep shadows across her face. Gold eyes almost glowing as she ignored the menu and reached across the table to run her fingers along the back of his hand. “This looks like a really nice place, Beau. I’m impressed.”

And she was

Her fingers traced circles against his skin. Claws pricking his skin as she leaned forward just a bit. “And they do have the right chandeliers. That’s very classy. Why I think it’s the classiest thing I’ve seen in my whole unlife.”

Uta

 

[Uta]

Beau was glad they had managed to get in and was even more happy when they were left alone. Though the place was packed, their table was about as far back as one could get. Perhaps it was done on purpose, but it meant it was slightly more private. The touch of her claws against the top of his hand had him forgetting about food; it sent a jolt right up his arm, the hair standing on end beneath his jacket.

He turned his hand upward, so he might let his long fingers caress her palm and wrist, more than happy to be there with her. This certainly was the classiest date he'd ever been on, but she was worth it. When she admitted that she was impressed, it had his tail wagging. When she leaned forward and admitted it was the classiest thing she'd seen his tail really began thumping, despite himself.

"It's all for you, darlin'," he confessed. With her leaned forward like that, he couldn't stop himself. Leaning forward as well, he stole an ardent kiss, gripping her wrist just a bit tighter, not wanting to let her go. He let it linger, tasting her lips, tongue encouraging her mouth to part so he could indulge in the taste of the wine she'd just sipped...

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Rocky laughed. That tail of his was trouble she just knew it. But at least she had a sure fire way of knowing that he was happy at the very least. Beau must be awefully happy a lot because that tail wagged just about everytime she was around him.

The grip on her wrist held her in place, not that she wanted to go anywhere else at that point and time. And when he kissed her, she melted into that kiss. When was the last time anyone had made her feel like that? Ever? They were an odd pair for sure but it was their oddness that made them, well, who they were. And maybe just who they might become. Or what they might become.

Opening her mouth she invited his tongue in with her own. Running her’s along his bottom lip before it plunged into his mouth and she could taste him again: sweet, like he was, those lips as soft as his fluff and his tongue strong like his arms. There was, without a doubt, nothing about Beau she didn’t like. And she enjoyed the way he treated her as well. How he indulged her though she was pretty sure there wasn’t a fancy bone in the big lug’s body. But that was fine she didn’t need fancy, not all the time. Just him.

“You spoil me too much. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll spoil you later.” She snapped her teeth at him with a little growl as she pulled back just a bit to speak. If he wanted more kisses she was more than happy to provide. If he wanted to just forgive the whole restaurant thing and head straight to the bedroom well she wouldn’t complain about that either.

Uta

 

[Uta]

Beau couldn't help it -- since he'd bumped into Rocky, his whole world had seemingly changed. His unlife until then had been running wild with the Pound Puppies, following Gramsci, and then Micky, and generally doing whatever he felt, whenever he felt.

He'd never planned to meet someone that drove him wild like she did. He'd thought her a threat, at first, but really what he'd felt was nothing but interest. Getting to spend that time with her had been nothing but bliss, and since they'd last parted ways, any idle moments had him thinking of nothing but her.

She was amazing. Beautiful. Sexy. Exciting. Wild. Fierce.

He was tough, and strong, but he had no doubt she could take him and put him in his place with little effort. To say he was smitten was an understatement, and it was a feeling he'd never expected. But it was also a feeling he didn't want to lose... He liked her, very much -- and just wanted more time with her. To better get to know her, inside and out, and to keep her happy. Whatever he could do, he would.... including blowing all his money on the fanciest date he could imagine.

Rocky's kisses were addicting, and he wasted no time drinking in her lips. The swirl of her tongue met his, their mouths stained with the flavor of the wine he'd purchased. He had no shame, kissing her so deeply across that table--and he almost objected when she pulled away just a moment. Still, her promise made his ears p***k a bit, and that tail gave away his excitement with another wag. "This is just the start of the spoiling," he promised, words a low growl. He had a thirst that had nothing to do with wine, but he was trying to behave. Trying and failing. "But maybe... maybe we'll both get lucky tonight, eh?" He rumbled with a low chuckle, before capturing her lips again in another wanton kiss.

He knew he should be good, but Rocky was the only thing he could think of....the only thing he wanted to think of. Maybe they should have started with dessert.

Yayoi

 

[Yayoi]

Walking her fingers along his arm she smirked. The corner of her black lips curling up giving her the appearance of a cat that had gotten into the cream. “Oh, you are definitely getting lucky tonight pup.” She had already had that intention in her mind but after this? Well, he was going to get very very lucky. Leaning in she pressed her lips against his ear. “Very lucky.” Her free hand slid over his thigh, claws pressing against his inner leg.

Rocky was a very sensual woman. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t shy about it at all. She wanted him. Had a hunger for him. It was hard to explain how addicting he was. She wanted more of him, to keep him all for herself. No one else could have him. He was strong, sweet, silly, caring. All the things a Gangrel could want and her Beast would not be satisfied until he was in her claws once more.

Of course, she would have to behave. They had just arrived at the restaurant and she didn’t want to waste his hard earned money. While she didn’t know how much he made any scratch was precious. Rocky rarely delt with money, getting what she wanted was easy enough and if anyone gave her trouble about it they’d learn a thing or two for sure.

She moaned into the kiss. Nipping his bottom teeth with her fangs. “Mmmmm I might get used to this. If you keep it up I dunno if you’ll ever get rid of me then.” She laughed, gold cat like eyes shining with humor.

Uta