Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Leslie was all smile when her neighbor opened the door, ready to jump right back in the water and change the negative opinion of her most likely taking shape in this gorgeous creatures mind. Then, for the second time in their two meetings, the newest edition to the building smashed any hope of pleasant beginnings right in the face. Okay, maybe she was partially responsible for the first meeting going awry but still, not even allowing a proper greeting before a grilling was so mean. She just had to tell herself it would be worth it, and hope it got easier once this woman became accustomed to her personality. Fuck, or it could end up like the last bastard who lived next to her, he had been a real piece of shit... She hoped that didn't happen again. In an effort to avoid yet another troublesome neighbor Leslie was going to give it her all, a decision most certainly bolstered by her ulterior motives. Shit, I really should have taken this off already. Leslie looked down at it and huffed before looking back up at the observant woman, Heh, forget sometimes but yeah I have a concealed carry permit. Oh and I have a membership card to Sam's Club because who doesn't like great prices. She grinned and looked her neighbor up and down once more. No mistaking it, she was hot, but that wasn't the real reason she was giving her a once over, not this time. She was curious about her line of work, because while people noticed her gun, only a select few professions went straight to the question of whether or not she had a permit. My name is Leslie and this whole getup I'm in is work attire. I'm a bodyguard. She took a deep breath before reaching in and slowly taking the gun out of the holster, taking a hold of it by the barrel, and extending it towards her neighbor. Want to feel it? Nothing too special, just a Beretta. Have a few more back at my place if you're interested in guns. She nearly added an 'Or me' to that, but she wanted in the door. While the Beretta wasn't truly anything terribly special, it was one hell of a gun. It was a .45 caliber and reliable, which was important in her line of work. Besides, she loved the look of the Px4 Storm. Still, back in her apartment she had the rest of her weapons, including a semi-automatic rifle. All necessities of the job. Then there were the items for hunting, less used but just as well maintained. She wouldn't be showing those off, they would make her seem so very odd. Anyways, I just wanted to stop by and see if I couldn't make a better impression. She chuckled, a bit nervously as she shook the bottle of wine in her hand gently. Brought a pretty nice bottle and want to welcome you to the building. Hoping we can get along. She smiled again, looking past her neighbor for a minute to notice she wasn't alone, wondering if it was family or if perhaps one of them was her lover. She didn't dwell on it though because she had eyes for only one person, the dynamite woman in front of her. Leslie was listening, oh so attention, hoping to get a name and maybe even an invitation inside. She was being charming in her own way and she had a bottle of wine, it would have astounded her if she was sent away or the bottle taken and her not welcomed. It would be a real blow to her pride.