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Baetool and Scout part 2
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Eden
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Dec 05, 2017 08:02AM
For some reason, Archer felt as restless as when she was here. She had proven to be quite the entertainment. He stared at the clock and frowned lightly.
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Several minutes later, she walked in. Her outfit wasn’t as scandalous but it was still tight and alluring. Her hair was braided down her back and she looked like she was wearing Shadowhunter gear. She looked around for someone specific.
Archer was doing his usual but with an extra limp, thanks to the previous night’s hunting. His lip twitched when he caught sight of her. He watched her for a moment and this time, he seemed to be the only one who was watching her every move.
She looked concerned. She found a gentleman and whispered something to him. He looked mad, exaggerating her gestures. She hisses at him and stormed away, dragging him into a back room.
He only broke his gaze from her when she disappeared into the back room. He shook his head and turned back to the job he seemed to be slacking at these days.
A few minutes later, the guy she dragged into the back came out. But he looked...different. Somber. He looked lost. He blinked in confusion and left the club.
Archer wiped the counter and looked up. He asked Max to cover for him and then went to wait for her to come out. He stared at the man, for a moment wondering if it was a different man than the one who had walked in with her.((Should he find out now? Lol))
((I think maybe he should get suspicious and get her alone again and they angrily have sex or something. I think she would only show her true herself when she’s threatened or something))Lyra left the room shortly, looking tired. She walked up to the bar and asked for a glass of water.
When she took too long, he went back to the bar. He watched her, wondering about that night when he first met her, when she cut her hand. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew what was going on but it didn’t register, especially because he slept with her. He looked up at Max, who was supposed to be serving her. He switched places with him and got her a glass of water.((Okay okay, that makes sense.))
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Thank you.” She chugged the glass of water down. She looked pale.
“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, knowing it was dumb that he was asking.
She sighed. “I’m fine.” She said. She rubbed her hands together. “Just taking care of some...misbehaving friends.” She said.
He raised his eyebrows, “what does that mean?” He asked.
“I have shitty friends who act like children.” She said. “Someone has to keep them in line, you know?”
“Doesn’t matter.” She waved her hand dismissively.
He raised his brows, “drink? On the house,” he said, grabbing a shot glass from behind him.
He set the glass in front of her and poured her some before pushing it over, “so, planning on waiting for me, tonight?” He asked, “or was last night too much to handle?” He smirked.
She took the shot and shot it down. She licked her lips and rolled her eyes. “I could say the same to you.” She snickered. “But yes. I’ll wait.” She winked. “I could use it.”
((Sorry i wasn’t sure how to do it lol))Archer crossed his arms on the counter and leaned onto them. He watched her, his eyes flickering to her tongue when she licked her lips. “Good,” he said.
“Your place or mine?” She asked. She motioned for another shot.
“Yours,” he said, standing up straight and pouring her another drink.
She nodded and downed the drink. She sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. Her eyes seemed to dance under her lids for a second. She blinked them open. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.” She stood.
He nodded and then waited for a moment before he got back to work, limping back to his part of the bar again because he dealt better with that crowd.
She left the bar and went to the dodgiest part of the city to hunt herself.
Archer got back to work and was glad to find his head back to his job. He wasn’t worried about whether she’d show up or not anymore.
When she came back she was alive. She strutted in and looked ten times better than she did before. Her hair was even out.
The crowd has thinned and Archer was cleaning the counter, getting ready to start locking up. When he spotted her, he stopped and asked Max to clean and lock up before he went to grab his stuff.
She stole a drink from someone and downed it. She smiled and waited by the front doors.
He put his stuff in a bag and then came out. “Hey,” he said, putting his bag over his shoulders.
“Hey.” She grinned. She took his hand. “Ready to go?”
“Yep,” he said, blinking down at her hand in his. He was tense as he walked with her.
She led them to her apartment, climbing up the seven flights of stairs again without showing any signs of fatigue.
He was the same as last time, his breath changing only slightly.
She let them in and shrugged off her jacket. She turned on the radio loud and began dancing to the music, whipping her hair and swaying her hips.
He set his bag down and leaned back against the wall when she started dancing, just watching her for a while.
She closed her eyes and swayed slow and sexy to the music. She then turned to him and walked up to him. She paused and looked down. “What did you do to your leg?”
“Got into a fight with a guy who had a knife,” he explained, not entirely lying. He put his hands on her waist.
She slid her hands up his chest slowly. “Liar.” She grinned.
“Not really lying, though,” he said, drawing her up closer to him before gently biting the spot below her earlobe.
“Whatever you say.” She said. She sighed pleasurably and tilted her head back, closing her eyes.
He moved her hair away, running his hands down her sides slowly until he felt one of his fingers touching her bare skin.
She hummed softly and lifted her head. She leaned forward and kissed his own neck, daringly scrapping her teeth along his neck.
This time, he stayed in bed with her longer than the night before, watching her next to him, even though the sun was almost up and he most likely wouldn’t be able to hunt anything.
Because the sun was rising, She was tired. She dozed off beside him, curled up on her side. The sun that peaked in through a sliver of curtain illuminated her skin.
He had planned on staying for only a while but he accidentally fell asleep while watching her.
She only slept for a few hours before she woke up. She threw a shirt and panties on and went into her living room. She grabbed her cellphone and talked angrily to some people in Latin.
