Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

See more Fuck, another day of absolute shit for luck. That was the delusion constantly keeping Leslie right over the poverty line. She made good money but she always blew it all on cards or making bets, she couldn't hold on to a paycheck if she tried. Luckily she was intelligent enough to always have enough to pay her bills and make essential purchases. Then again it could just be that cable and alcohol were more important to her than most things, especially her precious booze. She growled as she fumbled for her keys, barely catching them as they slipped through the grasp of a hand currently in possession of a few plastic grocery bags as well, cursing as her save only led to further frustrations of finding the hole. I wonder if guys have better luck finding the damn keyhole. She muttered, the satisfying sound of the metal sliding in bringing a grin to her face, Gotcha fucker. A twist later and she was in, leaving the keys in the door and rushing over to the counter in order to release the bags with an exaggerated sigh. Nothing was quite as fun as carrying shit up the stairs every day, but at least it gave her some exercise. Not that Leslie was in bad shape, in fact she was toned and in excellent condition, but that was not due to intended effort. She burned a ton of calories, lucky with all the empty calories she could consume, but more than that her day job kept her slim. Being a bodyguard was a real bitch. Still, it beat her old hobby, nothing was worse than being a hunter. Grueling hours, constant moving, dead friends. She had grown tired of that life a long time ago. Now she sat around ignoring the calls from her old hunting buddies and the organization, talking if they showed up but always ending the conversations with her usual charm, which was really just flat out obstinate denial. Leslie smirked as she popped open a beer on the counter's edge, catching the bottle cap in mid air and tossing it accurately into the trashcan across he kitchen. Only after taking a long sip did she feel truly relaxed, remembering to go back and get her keys out of the door and close it before wandering to the balcony and opening it up, slipping into the outside air and plopping down on a shitty little canvas chair. Ah, yeah that was what she had been looking forward to all day, that and winning big at the tables. At least she would get one. Leslie was lost in her own mind, leaned back with the occasional sip of the beer and closed eyes. Sure, she was still technically in her work clothes, the suit not being her most comfortable attire, but as soon as she was off the clock buttons were being ripped out of holes and nothing was ever tucked in. So she could still be comfortable without changing, besides the suit was the nicest piece of clothing she owned, professionals had to look good. Comfort, that's all she cared about at the moment though, so much so that she didn't even hear the commotion outside of her apartment, something she should have been so very attentive of in her line of work. She was never exactly the type to take all that shit seriously to begin with, but still. She noticed well enough when someone walked out onto the balcony beside her's though, and she opened her eyes at the noise, a slow reaction to be sure. By the time her eyes were open she was leaning forward, a smile on her face and more than a thought or two floating around her mind. Well damn... Looks like I finally got a hot neighbor. She said normally, not louder than normal nor more quiet. It was like that was a perfectly acceptable conversation starter for her and she stood up and leaned against the railing of her balcony, giving the gorgeous woman a thorough inspection. It was not disappointing. After a moment she propped herself on the railing and smiled, though there was no innocence in her smile, she couldn't exactly pull off innocent, not on purpose. Now please... Tell me you're the new neighbor, because I'm due for some luck today. She chuckled, extending a hand out immediately, disregarding all the signs that this new neighbor of hers had come out on the balcony for a reason other than meeting her.