Sept 11th - Subterrannea

[Constantine McGraw]

"I know exactly what I'm missing. Even if you weren't a vapid blonde, being described as 'the worst fuck ever' really doesn't really do you any favors."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Bastard" the girl said, raising her hand to slap Con.

"I wouldn't do that." Rachel said, reaching out and making the girl's arm muscles stop responding to her brain's commands. "Why don't you run along, and find someone who is interested." she said, conversationally as the girls arm dropped uselessly to her side.

"Mutie bitch!" the girl snapped, turning on her heel and storming off, rubbing the arm that Rachel had temporarily disabled.

[Constantine McGraw]

"Thanks." Con said, turning his attention back to Rachel. "Maybe the message will stick this time."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"My pleasure." Rachel said, taking a deep breath and letting it out.

[Constantine McGraw]

"Funny though.. " Con mused. "She calls you a mutie bitch yet wants the mutie bastard."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"You can't invade her brain." Rachel pointed out.

[Constantine McGraw]

"True. I suppose blowing it out of the back of her head would be overkill."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Maybe a little bit." Rachel said, smirking at him.

[Constantine McGraw]

Con grinned. "So..... feel like dancing?"

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Feel up to the mosh pit?" Rachel asked, grinning.

[Constantine McGraw]

"I think I could be persuaded..."

[Rachel O'Brien]

"Good." Rachel said, leaning in and giving his ear a little nip.

[Constantine McGraw]

"Tease." Con smirked, leading Rachel off to the pit.

[Anita Fernandez]

"Naw, you can keep it." Anita grins, and boldly walks out of the club in her bra to Ryan's bike.

[Ryan Gabriel]

Ryan chuckled, tucking his souvenir into the pocket of his jacket as he shrugged his way into it. "So... your place? Mine?"

[Anita Fernandez]

"Mine, more private."

[Ryan Gabriel]

"As the lady wishes," Ryan said with a grin, starting the bike and heading out.