First Date (Tag M-)

[daywalkingblade]

The black muscle car rumbled into the gravel parking lot of what looked to be a bar/saloon in the middle of nowhere, upstate New York. The place was south of Rochester by about forty miles. Above the entrance, a tacky red neon sign read "The Roadhouse". There was no one hanging around outside, but thee were several cars and motorcycles. It was pretty quiet for what one might expect of a bar, at least from the outside. As the car pulled to a stop, Blade glanced at his passenger. This was going to be...interesting. She was too pretty and far to classy for a place like this. Hell, she was probably too stunningly beautiful to be in this car with someone as rough around the edges as Blade. But here they were. People would notice as they went into the bar, but nobody would say anything. Of that fact at least, Blade was certain.

"We're here. Stay close, and order whatever you want. The food's actually pretty good, and the drinks are better. Once I get some information on where to find some suckheads, we'll be out." He flashed a little bit of a toothy grin. "Guess you could say this is the closest to a "date" portion of this outing as we'll get."

They both pushed their doors open and stood up out of the car. The parking lot remained silent. Hunters and mercenaries were probably inside drinking quietly, enjoying a bit of peace. There were the occasional loud, rowdy drinkers - usually the mercs - but most just wanted a place to rest and get information before the next big job. Also, most didn't trust the night enough to be drunk out in it. Blade knew the bartender inside. A good woman by the name of Ellen who really knew her shit. It was why he liked coming here. Of course, he knew the bartenders in most of the Roadhouses around the country. It was a bit of a chain, but not in the corporate sense. When a place was named "The Roadhouse" in some back country nowhere, it was a kind of secret sign to all hunters and some mercenaries that this was a safe haven and a good place to exchange information and get jobs. They were also neutral zones. Any who dared cause any trouble in these kinds of places was blacklisted, and that was as good as being fired in this line of work. In some cases, it was a death sentence because it also meant no assistance in any job ever again.

"You ready?"

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[cold_as_snow]

While the air stank of iron in the car in a way only older construction managed, M- found that she did, indeed, enjoy the ride in the car. The rumble of the engine vibrated her bones, and gave another dimension to the ride, beyond the casual glances from Blade. She wonders vaguely what he's thinking. Probably that she'll blend in poorly with this run. Which is true. All the clothing she had woken up to was finely made, without designer name or hint of iron in zippers, buttons, and hooks. That artifact of love or fear of the woman she had been that meant even her jeans and black t-shirt were too finely crafted to blend.

Not that she thinks she'd blend with anything short of a full makeover once she sees the sign. She doesn't look like a merc, a merc's girlfriend, or someone who would go by herself to hire one. Not that she didn't have an inner femme fatale, but it wasn't the persona in play at the moment. So, she wouldn't bother trying, just smiling back at Blade with a hint of a wicked gleam.

"So this is your idea of a date? Well, I'm certainly bound to find some kind of interesting events in the near future."

She climbs out of the car and takes her hair out of the ponytail it had been in with a shake of her head. If she's going to be out of place, she's going to make the most of it. Make herself look like a danger junky or possibly some chick he saved from a vampire tailing after the handsome daywalker. Hair down, she could have tattoos or bite marks, or any of a dozen other things. She's a little too relaxed to pull it off when she nods in answer to Blade.

"Of course."