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~ Rayne ~: "Fuck you.. Fucking jackass.. Now you ruined my mood.. " She shoves him again, not as hard, though.
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): can I buy you a drink then? That fellow thought I was trying to pick him up all because I was asking about motorcycles. I much prefer your company, though if we're going to be physical, I'd suggest we go to one of the curtained booths. *he raises his eyebrows at her and smirks finishing his glass of wine*
~ Rayne ~: "You'd like that, wouldnt you.. to get.. physical.." She glares at him. "Sometimes you are so ... so.. hateable.. " She mutters, then slams her palm to the counter. "Yes.. buy me a drink."
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): Only so long as I get to keep my limbs in one place. *he stands up to wave down a bartender* Being hated is my thing. *he has to flash some more cash before someone takes notice** Whatever she wants.
~ Rayne ~: "Cant promise anything.. " Still sounding pissy but there is a slight glitter of humor in her eyes. "Rum and coke, that will be fine. Make it strong." To the bartender.
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): Strongest rum then. *he smirks and has a seat, slipping the money over* Keep the change. So.. what brings you out here? Probably the same reason I came here hmmm? Bored and looking for trouble.
~ Rayne ~: "Yeah.. bored and looking for trouble.. You seem better than me at finding it though.. " GLancing back to the door where Isaiah exited not too long ago.
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): Perhaps that's why I keep coming back here. I know in a place like this, sooner or later I'll be either drunk out of my mind and stumble into something I shouldn't, or I'll piss off something larger than me and Kevin will have to come pick me up out of the dirt under the deck before the giant spider gets me. Much less of that happening these days. Too much to lose these days.
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): *Her drink gets delivered, a double. Jarrod asks for a glass of water and receives a tumbler of one.*
~ Rayne ~: "And yet you come back.. looking for more trouble." Rayne now grinned, the anger gone. She had her drink and she sipped it a bit to taste. "But I know... it is alluring.. dont want to get in trouble.. and yet.. i do.. "
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): It's that need to challenge something... I think for both of us. Always that need to find some way to measure how strong you are, how good you are, how powerful you are... Otherwise, how else are you going to know just how badass you are?
~ Rayne ~: "Well.. you are not wrong. I would keep challenging you.. but I need to get a little better first.. It hurts my fragile ego to keep losing to you."
~ Rayne ~: ((ack color))
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): Now how can you call yourself the most Badass if you manage to beat me easily for the sake of your precious ego. *he raises his glass of water to her as a toast* It's a pleasure not to stand over you a winner, it's a pleasure to be challenged by you. To see how you surprise me. Your wit and cleverness, your resourcefulness... that's the real edge I aim to hone. It's not a matter of brute force or the phenomenal power wielded, it's the Skill...finesse.. Style... I can't teach that to you by example. I have to teach you to think on your feet. Only way I think that's possible is head on.
~ Rayne ~: "Oh quit that... " Rayne muttered as she toasted him and took a drink from her glass. "Sure, it is all fine to be challenged.. but to keep wanting to be challenged.. sometimes.. you just have to win. Otherwise there are no further incentives. But I suppose each time i land a hit is a win in itself.. " She smirks, having to see the small victories. At least she had reason to beat .. or try to beat.. Jarrods ass over and over.
~ Rayne ~: ((sorry.. gtg!!))
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): How about the occasional Draw then? You see I have this nasty habit of when the people I'm trying to each, do win against me, it's hollow. They wish they hadn't. there's no gloating, there's no pride... They hate themselves. And fighting me reminds them of my defeat. It takes out the heart in any conflict they ever engage with me from that point on. And where's the fun in that? Not that I'm a sore loser mind you. I'd like to think I wear my bruises and injuries with dignity. It's just not as satisfying as they think it will be when it happens. I'd hate for that to happen to you as well. But we will just have to see.
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): Let's go outside for a bit. Get some fresh air and talk a little more freely. *he stands and ushers her out to the desk* (((GONE FOR NOW)))
Rayne: (should we head to the deck then?)
Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): *he chuckles and nods* You know if you chose Dreamspeakers or any of the other Traditions with vacant wings, it would be the same thing. You are quite a conundrum, you know that? And not in a bad way.