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Flirtations - A LARP Fic (Wayward Road)


LouLoui

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Another Fic from the Supernatural inspired LARP, this one was inspired by actual role play in game between my character and another. 

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I'd noticed her fairly early on Friday night. Of course I had. I always did a visual sweep of any room I walked into - a habit my Father had instilled in me from an early age and one that years of running a bar had compounded. You looked for trouble before trouble came looking for you.

Slash of red hair, eyes that Grandma would have been proud of and a mouth that seemed made for smiles, amongst other things. She was stood with a group of people who were obviously hunters, you can always tell - Trouble with a capital T.

I put her out of my mind, I'd promised Evie I'd be on my best behaviour, until...

“Hey pretty lady. My friend says I can't hit on you because you'll eat me or something.”

S.H.I.T

I turn and it's her, Trouble.

For a moment my emotions spiral: fear - how the fuck does she know what I am, sadness because technically she's not wrong and something akin to amusement that despite her friend's warning she's still stood in front of me, hitting on me - or well, attempting to anyway.

I give her my best flirtatious smile, hoping that none of that seeps through my facade.

Something about her pulls me in, makes me feel able to talk to her - not just trot out my usual lines. Perhaps its because she already knows what I am, but I find myself telling her about my necklace and how it helps me control the hunger. It's the strangest pick-up conversation I've ever had and I really hope she doesn't think I'm working some kind of sexy mojo on her. I'm not, and even if I could I wouldn't - I reckon we just get each other.

“It's refreshing to meet someone with similar coping strategies. Who gets its you know? No strings.”

Neither of us say it out loud but it's there, an underlying current to our superficially casual conversation, strings are a risk neither one of us is prepared to take.

Her friends are calling her over, possibly concerned about her spending too much time with me and then she says the best thing I've heard all night...

“If you don't get a better offer, you know where I am.”

Well, okay then! I smile and tell her definitely.

As I watch her walk back to her friend's, noting the rather nice leather jacket one of the guys is wearing, and not to mention the way he fills it out, I wonder if she gets sad sometimes. Lonely. Like I do. Wishing there could be more. Wishing for the One.

I shake my head and head to the bar to grab another beer. Get a hold of yourself Vale, you're not here to make friends. Just keep it simple and nobody gets hurt. But I mean, as long as we're both having fun why can't we distract each other? Besides, she makes me smile with her blunt, direct ways and she doesn't care that I am a mess of a not-so-human being...



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