Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

Leslie grinned as she awaited some response, anything. She liked the way people reacted to her forwardness, it was entertaining. This particular specimen, and such a gorgeous one at that, did not have the usual reactions. There was no outrage, disgust, or anger. She simply looked Leslie over and without a single word decided the entire situation was not worth the trouble. It was wonderful! Oh my... That's just fun. She chuckled, plopping back down into the seat and getting relaxed again. So the hunt begins. She took another swig, a grin on her face as she thought about how to make her next move. Leslie had a few tools in her arsenal but she didn't think any of them were going to work on someone who didn't even think she was worth the time of day. Yes, it was her fault, she had a personality that took some getting use to and she always tried to shove it down the throats of any girl she found attractive. That didn't mean she was going to give up though, oh no, a next door neighbor was a fun fantasy she had yet to actually do. After finished her beer Leslie finally rose from the chair, a groan as she stood up, her side killing her from a punch she took earlier that day. Fucking thugs and their desire to rob rich people. Still, she was more irritated by the fact she let some street punk hit her, and he had a broken jaw that attested to that frustration. She healed quick, that and her unrivaled charm were her big selling points. She laughed at herself for such stupid thoughts before going back inside and tossing her now empty beer in the garbage can. It was time to make her mark on the next door neighbor. That's not the right way to phrase that... She muttered, shrugging before going over and opening up a rather large cabinet which just happened to be full of liquor. Hmmm... Not Vodka, that's a bit much for a first meeting outside of Russia... Not Rum either... She moved a few bottles of her more potent liquors out of the way and reached in the back to the drink she didn't often go for, wine. Not that she didn't enjoy wine, in fact she loved it, but she had never been in to drinking the stuff alone. She pulled out a nice bottle of red and walked over to the counter, pulling out a corkscrew and popping it open. Time to impress. She had a habit of talking to herself, most people thought it was weird but a few found it kind of cute, Leslie had long since stopped paying attention to it. She liked speaking her mind anyways, holding something back just wasn't her style, even if it pissed people off. Leslie hoped her neighbor had finished the phone call she had gone outside to make, if not it would be a bit awkward. She had given her plenty of time by finishing her beer. Besides, she didn't want to wait too long or it would be just as weird and so she took the risk, walking out of her apartment and to the one next to hers, taking a second in front of the door to try to think of something witty, which she couldn't, and then knocking lightly on the door. Hopefully it would be enough to at least get her a word from the absolute beauty who had just moved in. How could it not? Good wine, a winning smile, and work clothes or not Leslie was pretty damn good looking. It never even crossed her mind that the other woman could be straight, though really it was not likely a straight girl would have taken her comment in such a stride to just walk away.