Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nookiepowered) wrote2011-04-27 06:19 pm
nookiepowered) wrote2011-04-27 06:19 pm
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City of Mumblemumble, Somewhere Near the U.S./Can Border, Whothehellknows Which Side, 1 Week Ago
A lot can happen in three weeks: new job, new place to live, new outlook on life...
Too bad the new place to live was a ramshackle abandoned building, because starving herself had just resulted in Bo getting weak enough for some nutjob to kill the one friend she had in this town, then kidnap Bo in order to force her to feed.
Too soon to say if the new attitude - I may be a monster, but there's worse ones than me, and I've gotta eat, so I might as well eat them - was going to make life any better for Bo, but no more innocents had died because of her in the last three weeks, so that, she was counting as a win.
The new job... Bo added lime wedges to the two drinks she was finishing up, before handing them across the bar to the cheap suit who hadn't stopped leering at her since he'd plopped onto the stool and started bragging about his sales records. "And in the morning, I'm flyin' back to Omaha!"
"That's great!" Nice to be able to get away with an honest answer to that, even if she had to hold back the because it means you won't be oozing all over the hotel bar tomorrow night too part. The manager tapped her shoulder and she turned so he could move past her with a box; when she looked back at the customer, his grin had somehow morphed into 'choirboy with a side of shit-eating.' Bo kept hers at polite when she added, "It's ten-fifty."
"Right. There you go." He passed her a twenty, then slapped his hand down on hers. "Darlin', you keep the change." The tip was great; the surge of unfiltered lust transmitted through skin to skin contact, not so much, since she was already hungry, and 'sleazy' didn't quite translate into 'monster' even for somebody with Bo's admittedly screwed-up ethics. "And this one's for you!" He slid one of the drinks back with his free hand, presenting it to her as if it was a box of Godiva chocolates instead of a vodka tonic.
Bo disentangled her hand from his sweaty one and forced a sweet smile. "Why, thank you. But I can't. It's policy." If it wasn't the bar's, it was certainly hers; Bo wasn't the only one around here who benefited from all of her brain cells firing right. Besides, something about this guy...
Heading to the register gave her a momentary escape from whatever his reaction to that might be; by the time she looked back, he had already got up from the counter and was making his way over to a very young, very not really blonde girl wearing a truly impressive amount of eyeliner even to Bo, who didn't skimp on it herself.
Better her than me, was Bo's initial thought as she watched the salesman hand the girl the same drink he'd offered Bo, but still, she kept her eye on the pair. She didn't need touch - or offers of free booze - to read people's sexual interest in each other. Seeing the energy swirling around them was just one of the less lethal side-effects of being whatever the hell she was, and while there was plenty of it coming from the guy, the girl who'd just gulped down his gift like it was water showed no attraction whatsover. She confirmed it with a platonic slap on his shoulder, the shove of an empty glass back into his hand, and, kind of a telling sign, leaving.
The guy, on the other hand, confirmed that Bo would have turned down a glass of Ovaltine if it had come from him, by smiling greasily, then following her.
Well, crap. Maybe he was just a sleazeball, and maybe... Maybe Bo should take a smoke-break right about now.
***
They beat her to the elevator, but she could catch up; two flights of stairs down and she was waiting in the hallway. She didn't need to see the little blonde slumped in the corner waving her fingers blearily in front of her face to know what was going on; the "Just a little kiss" and "Back off, creepo," she'd heard before the doors opened set the scene just fine.
Maybe the difference between sleazeball and monster was just how you looked at it. Bo undraped herself from her deliberate display against the wall and stalked in, flashing the guy a more sultry and less genuine smile than any she'd given him before. She turned to the girl for a moment, asking, "You good?" and got a slurred "A-OK" in response, which was obviously not true, but she wasn't in any immediate danger. Not anymore.
"You," Bo said to the salesman, tapping his lapel, then pressing a hand to his chest as the elevator doors whooshed shut. "Are very naughty. Left without saying goodbye..." She wrapped her fingers around his tie and tugged him closer, which got her a confused, but not unhappy look. "Don't you know when a girl's playing hard to get?"
Ah, there was the shit-eating grin. "Oh, really?" Bo laughed and untwisted her hand from his tie, giving him a playful push back towards the open corner of the elevator; he matched her laughter, though his was still a bit uncertain. "What do you want?"
What everybody wanted these days, aside from the blonde who'd slid down to the floor with a thump, apparently passed out. "Just one little kiss..."
Unlike his intended date, the sleazeball had no problem with that. None at all. Not until Bo's eyes opened and her smile was finally real. Then he might have changed his mind, but it was a little late to do anything about that, with his life energy flowing out of his mouth and into hers. Even if she'd wanted to stop, and this time, she didn't. Not until he dropped at her feet, happiness and terror forever frozen on his face.
When the elevator stopped in the parking garage, Bo started to walk out, smile still in place, boots clacking on the concrete; only a weak "Hey, what about me?" made her turn around.
Well, crap, times two. She walked back and crouched to look at the dizzy-eyed blonde with a sigh. "Okay, let's get you somewhere safe."
"You're preeeeeeetty," the girl slurred dreamily as Bo hefted her up (all 90 pounds of her if she was soaking wet, Bo guessed) over her shoulder.
"Thanks." With any luck, though, not pretty enough to be remembered after the roofie wore off. She'd have to ditch the job, just in case, but she'd only been daily help anyway, so...
"I saw you eat some dude's face," said the blonde from somewhere in the region of Bo's ass as she walked to her car. "It was awesome."
Well, crap, times fuck.
Looked like Bo would be finding a new place to live sooner than expected, after she dumped her new friend off at her old place to sleep it off.
And by new friend, she meant kid I hope forgets she ever saw me but I can't take that chance, not when she saw what I did, and by new place, she meant new town, and by new town, she might just mean new country, and that was only because she couldn't afford a ticket to the moon.
[OOC: Cut for sexual assault that fails and killing of sleazeballs that doesn't, aka Lost Girl Episode 1x01, It's a Fae, Fae, Fae, Fae World. NFI/NFB, but OOC is much more A-OK than Kenzi actually is in this scene.]
Too bad the new place to live was a ramshackle abandoned building, because starving herself had just resulted in Bo getting weak enough for some nutjob to kill the one friend she had in this town, then kidnap Bo in order to force her to feed.
Too soon to say if the new attitude - I may be a monster, but there's worse ones than me, and I've gotta eat, so I might as well eat them - was going to make life any better for Bo, but no more innocents had died because of her in the last three weeks, so that, she was counting as a win.
The new job... Bo added lime wedges to the two drinks she was finishing up, before handing them across the bar to the cheap suit who hadn't stopped leering at her since he'd plopped onto the stool and started bragging about his sales records. "And in the morning, I'm flyin' back to Omaha!"
"That's great!" Nice to be able to get away with an honest answer to that, even if she had to hold back the because it means you won't be oozing all over the hotel bar tomorrow night too part. The manager tapped her shoulder and she turned so he could move past her with a box; when she looked back at the customer, his grin had somehow morphed into 'choirboy with a side of shit-eating.' Bo kept hers at polite when she added, "It's ten-fifty."
"Right. There you go." He passed her a twenty, then slapped his hand down on hers. "Darlin', you keep the change." The tip was great; the surge of unfiltered lust transmitted through skin to skin contact, not so much, since she was already hungry, and 'sleazy' didn't quite translate into 'monster' even for somebody with Bo's admittedly screwed-up ethics. "And this one's for you!" He slid one of the drinks back with his free hand, presenting it to her as if it was a box of Godiva chocolates instead of a vodka tonic.
Bo disentangled her hand from his sweaty one and forced a sweet smile. "Why, thank you. But I can't. It's policy." If it wasn't the bar's, it was certainly hers; Bo wasn't the only one around here who benefited from all of her brain cells firing right. Besides, something about this guy...
Heading to the register gave her a momentary escape from whatever his reaction to that might be; by the time she looked back, he had already got up from the counter and was making his way over to a very young, very not really blonde girl wearing a truly impressive amount of eyeliner even to Bo, who didn't skimp on it herself.
Better her than me, was Bo's initial thought as she watched the salesman hand the girl the same drink he'd offered Bo, but still, she kept her eye on the pair. She didn't need touch - or offers of free booze - to read people's sexual interest in each other. Seeing the energy swirling around them was just one of the less lethal side-effects of being whatever the hell she was, and while there was plenty of it coming from the guy, the girl who'd just gulped down his gift like it was water showed no attraction whatsover. She confirmed it with a platonic slap on his shoulder, the shove of an empty glass back into his hand, and, kind of a telling sign, leaving.
The guy, on the other hand, confirmed that Bo would have turned down a glass of Ovaltine if it had come from him, by smiling greasily, then following her.
Well, crap. Maybe he was just a sleazeball, and maybe... Maybe Bo should take a smoke-break right about now.
***
They beat her to the elevator, but she could catch up; two flights of stairs down and she was waiting in the hallway. She didn't need to see the little blonde slumped in the corner waving her fingers blearily in front of her face to know what was going on; the "Just a little kiss" and "Back off, creepo," she'd heard before the doors opened set the scene just fine.
Maybe the difference between sleazeball and monster was just how you looked at it. Bo undraped herself from her deliberate display against the wall and stalked in, flashing the guy a more sultry and less genuine smile than any she'd given him before. She turned to the girl for a moment, asking, "You good?" and got a slurred "A-OK" in response, which was obviously not true, but she wasn't in any immediate danger. Not anymore.
"You," Bo said to the salesman, tapping his lapel, then pressing a hand to his chest as the elevator doors whooshed shut. "Are very naughty. Left without saying goodbye..." She wrapped her fingers around his tie and tugged him closer, which got her a confused, but not unhappy look. "Don't you know when a girl's playing hard to get?"
Ah, there was the shit-eating grin. "Oh, really?" Bo laughed and untwisted her hand from his tie, giving him a playful push back towards the open corner of the elevator; he matched her laughter, though his was still a bit uncertain. "What do you want?"
What everybody wanted these days, aside from the blonde who'd slid down to the floor with a thump, apparently passed out. "Just one little kiss..."
Unlike his intended date, the sleazeball had no problem with that. None at all. Not until Bo's eyes opened and her smile was finally real. Then he might have changed his mind, but it was a little late to do anything about that, with his life energy flowing out of his mouth and into hers. Even if she'd wanted to stop, and this time, she didn't. Not until he dropped at her feet, happiness and terror forever frozen on his face.
When the elevator stopped in the parking garage, Bo started to walk out, smile still in place, boots clacking on the concrete; only a weak "Hey, what about me?" made her turn around.
Well, crap, times two. She walked back and crouched to look at the dizzy-eyed blonde with a sigh. "Okay, let's get you somewhere safe."
"You're preeeeeeetty," the girl slurred dreamily as Bo hefted her up (all 90 pounds of her if she was soaking wet, Bo guessed) over her shoulder.
"Thanks." With any luck, though, not pretty enough to be remembered after the roofie wore off. She'd have to ditch the job, just in case, but she'd only been daily help anyway, so...
"I saw you eat some dude's face," said the blonde from somewhere in the region of Bo's ass as she walked to her car. "It was awesome."
Well, crap, times fuck.
Looked like Bo would be finding a new place to live sooner than expected, after she dumped her new friend off at her old place to sleep it off.
And by new friend, she meant kid I hope forgets she ever saw me but I can't take that chance, not when she saw what I did, and by new place, she meant new town, and by new town, she might just mean new country, and that was only because she couldn't afford a ticket to the moon.
[OOC: Cut for sexual assault that fails and killing of sleazeballs that doesn't, aka Lost Girl Episode 1x01, It's a Fae, Fae, Fae, Fae World. NFI/NFB, but OOC is much more A-OK than Kenzi actually is in this scene.]