She's Wine Red

[Little Lion]

[as promised. Rioger & Bert. Excuse my mild assumption to get them into the restaurant xD]


"Follow me." The command blended with the whispers of a crowd clattering silver ware over plates as they picked through a meal and attempted conversation. Distracted with each other, the conversations, the food, they were klutzy creatures. Unlike her. She was dignified grace at it's peak. Her placid expression was where sleeping beauty met the dark haired beauty. Fittingly, in her mind, she was being escorted to dinner with a beast. Mindlessly, she followed the young girl who had issued the command and weaved them through the tables, past other bustling waiters and to a two person seat against the wall. The graceful one stopped, her eyes falling unimpressed on the cute little table presented to the couple. A single candle's minuscule flame danced in the center of the table casting it's rays for the sake of mood lighting. The feeble light danced across the table and glinted on the side snaps of the woman's black, rib knit dress. It was a simple number which, aside from the knit design that would automatically shrink to fit her every curve, it stopped short on the legs, just a kiss shy of her finger tips. The dangling fingers twitched to life as the waitress scurried out of her way. She set her clutch on the table and swung her jacket over the back of the chair. Once settled, she turned her painted lashes up and fixed her eyes on the waiter.

The girl nervously looked from the stunning woman to her stunning company, a dark haired man who seemed, by all means to have no proper relation. They contrasted each other sharply. The woman was well tanned, clean and classy but the man was pale, edgy if not a bit dirty looking. [ha<3] "Can I start you with drinks?" These words passed through the woman's mind just as vague as the first. The conversation and rituals of the night life bored her to some extend. Fun only began when waiters turned their back. That was how civilization played it. "Mouton suis." The words rolled off her tongue with out much thought. She knew the fretting waitress would have little clue as to what that was. It didn't stop her. As long as the girl wrote it down, somebody might catch her phrase. [and this comes into my god moding assumption xD Twin, you can recover yourself]
Like a wary cat, Rio's eyes followed the waitress' movements, nearly harassing her until she left. The moment she was out of sight, her head turned and the demon's favored smile appeared on her lips. "You." She addressed her 'dinner date'. "I'll be back. Try and sit still?" She treated him like a child only because their relationship thrived on the degrading comments. She rose from the table and taking her clutch with her made a smooth escape to the lady's room. Effortlessly, she drew attention to herself with an even, steady catwalk, a casual hair shuffle of the big, loose curls and of course, to every wandering man's eye, the dress appeared to be sliding.


[annnnnnnnnd! fin. sort of crappy. sorry <3 I was annoying myself XD I had to put it out though. I promise and delayed T_T]

[Asphyxia]

"Follow me." The words that had dropped from the waitress were uninteresting and the cause of the sour aftermath in his mouth for the simple displeasure and distaste for public appearances with a woman he had an awkward history with. His bright greens had been decently concealed behind a curtaining wall of raven drippings so his furtive glare wasn't known to the wandering eye of oblivious humans. His passionate discomfort of being told what to do stifled into his tense, breezing steps gracefully behind the masquerading witch until they had reached the neatly table settled for two in a corner away from avaricious mouths, the privacy that overwhelmed his thoughts with swarming memories of some unbelievably true events. Although his evolving malice and annoyance with his company had hindered him partially of what he had to do, what he had left of chivalry still remained. Stealing his way through the waitress, the rockstar pulled the chair out of her reach and waited until the woman had been seated, his greens trailing along of what might have been her dress fitting to her curves before giving a gentle unneeded push, whistling back to his own seat.

"Can I start you with drinks?" The words barely registered, the taste of chagrin still hitting his spots like jabbing knives. Of all the people in the world that he could have dinner with, and because he found himself like a deer caught in headlights with this newly found confusion, he was having dinner with someone who had a business with ever single person in his family, thankfully excluding his son. That was the last of things the rock star would permit to happen. An uncanny fret settled over his stomach, imagining that one day--almost knowing that one day--it would happen and he would not be able to stop that encounter. Disturbance and insecurity molded into his handsome features before his further spanned thoughts dropped into reality, watching the waitress walk away before scratching down the words the spiteful woman had spoken as their drinks. You. There it was. A facade exposed in its true colors, what he waiting for for so long. Her words and sugar coated voice always caused some twisted, sickening smile to his lips, spiraling its way into a cornering smirk while his bright greens focused on her stunning countenance. Women had never been appealing to him except for one and this one seemed to have similar perks that reeled him further into that self-questioning confusion. Before his eyes followed her tempting, over-provocative sashay, from his lips had escaped some sort of whispered snicker before they parted and shaped into words. "You make me sick, Rio..." the words had been stressed enough for someone to know that wasn't the sentence terminating puncture. "Because I adore you so." The words were hopefully lowered down enough to be inaudible, although a pang inside his stomach told him she'd hear regardless. It was the only form of expression between them, the only way they knew how to speak and understand each other, by cryptic messages.

[shadoh]

The insistent chatter of the others dining reached a pair of ears that sat in a far corner shrouded in darkness. You could barely see the face, it being covered by a wall of thick black hair, which at the moment was a pure black. But his dinner date you could see perfectly. Black hair hung in soft waves around a tan and beautiful face. Her eyes seemed to take in her surroundings with a quick glance, as well as dismissing them just as easily with a wave of her hand. But what captured their surrounding dinner companions was the aura that seemed to surround them. The man was handsome in a black sweater that hugged his lean frame, and jeans that were frayed and washed out. Maybe not the nicest thing to wear to a restaurant, but then again Robert Edward McCracken couldn't give a shit about what others thought of him. The only person he cared for was sitting across from him, and himself of course.

With the slightest of movements he leaned back in his chair, arms stretched before him, and it was while acting out this move that he saw the couple walk in, and froze. He knew that man, knew the voice, knew the gait of his walk. Knew so many tiny details it would amaze anyone. Eyes wouldn't leave him as he sat down, and the beautiful woman with him sat as well. But he paid the woman nothing but a small glance, although something about her had him taking a second look. Their was no doubt that her features was something you rarely saw, something that made you stop and appreciate and stare in envy. Even if you were a man. But as she got up and walked away, dark amber eyes went back to the man, and stayed.

"You should go say hello."

A small smile spread across his lips at the light voice across from him. Although he never once looked at her, he found it amazing how she knew exactly what it was he was looking at. "Do you? And what would I say?" It was a rhetorical question. One he didn't expect her to answer. Instead, the only thing he got was a bruise on his knee from where she kicked him. A laugh was what he gave her before standing from his chair and walking over. He showed no excitement in his face, showed no hurry in his walk. But as he approached the table, and slid across from Gerard, planting his elbows on the table and the crooked smile he sent the man was sign enough that he was happy to see him. "Gerard. Fancy seeing you here."

(That's probably the suckiest post I've ever done. But I'm sick, tired, and wanting to kill myself! Soo Bert came out as slightly weird and not how I wanted, but I'll deal with it. I know you guys wanted your post! I promise my next will be lots better

[Little Lion]

[aren't we a classy lot saying our very words suck xD who cares, it's all for intro purposes till we reach the dreamed of plot ^^ can i put my hands on you tonight??? xD cause of a night runnahhh.]

The gentle hiss of her name halted her and her body gave a small quiver. The impact of the words hadn't disturbed her but the sudden hesitation agitated her limbs, ceased from their unnecessarily showy sashay. Her mind backed up over the words that had passed before her name and as they fell one by one in her mental registry they procured a slim curve over her lips, a heartless smile. She lingered in her spot, just beyond his chair, for moments longer. Cruel words were their main form of expression, but the movements and touches that came in their silences spoke a stronger, stranger meaning. She let precious seconds settle after he spoke, in hopes to make that cold chill turn in his stomach. Then, when she was satisfied she had made the worthy impact only she was capable of, her heels tapped out a quick, deliberate pace punctuating her leave from him.

For a woman in the restroom, her absence had been short and she returned virtually unchanged. Tendrils of dark wavy hair still framed her face where they had fallen out of a loose, lazy bun. She had gone with the intentionally disheveled type of hair but with the wavy locks it was a beautiful mess- an outwards picture of herself. It toned down a semi-formal look to a semi-casual, making what could have been a classy little-black dress into the casual dinner date dress. Over her eyes, the same thin, crisp line of black kept the intensity in her green eyes, adding a unique touch to an already piercing look. However, her lips held a glossier hint of lilac color- a distinct and strange trait of the woman. The only major change to her mien was to her bored, egotistic facial countenance. As she neared the table her steps slowed at the sight of a man dirtier then Gerard filling her seat. Gerard was as intentionally disheveled, rock star filthy low as she cared to associate with, perhaps other then Tyler Woulf. However, the being across from Gerard could have been in contest with Gerard, no even Tyler, and she was sure the stranger would have won. There was a conversation passing between the two, it seemed too engaging for the man to have been a stranger to Gerard. She tried to gauge Gerard's reaction but the other man told a story more blunt then a child's book. He was painstakingly easy for her to read. Her eyelids were sliding close to each other, this had to be stopped. He was rudely planted in her spot, leaning against her jacket, smiling... For Beelzebub's ungodly sake. Her eyes rolled. They were irritating, he was irritating. Nothing she couldn't fix- with a kiss and a flow :] Drawing a slow breath, she masked the malign thoughts under a touch of an alluring smile whose sweet vibe she forced to reflect in a curve under the almond shape of her eyes. It was a deceivingly beautiful effect that displayed the innocence only her daughter was capable of still possessing. An innocence she had given up countless years ago, but the innocence that a model young lady could be imagined with. The woman was a master of a wide nuance of expressions which she used to further her selfish wants and needs. She stepped up to the table, standing equidistant of the two men though her body was inclined towards Gerard. "Who's your adorable friend, Gerard?" She purred the words, adding too much of a sweet emphasis on the word 'adorable'. It sent a double message that Gerard would understand-- she didn't like this guy. Though, the emphasis was great enough that even he might suspect something amiss about the statement. The pleasant, girlish smile made it hard to tell. Her fingers were slowly playing through Gerard's hair, a second signal between the old frenimies- she was plotting something grossly sadistic against Bert but, act or deed, the way it would play out, was only up for guessing.

[Asphyxia]

The glittering greens following the movements of his date focused on her lively twitch of the hands and any other body movement she could offer him to assure his assumption of what she had been thinking. Clearly, the raven haired angel had known that the words hadn't gone ignored or inaudible to her. It had been the obvious cause and effect of her pause, her quiet pause with no saucy remark or bitter retaliation, just a survey of silence and simple signals of her body for him to know what was planned behind that little head of hers--even though it was well known to be the complex mind of a mastermind, the show case superiority that a woman could really withhold. Gerard had forgotten how beautiful women had actually been and his view on them. Rio had delivered a punch inside his mentality of the power these incognito succubus' actually held. Women with him once held the upper hand until something... something in particular shook him to men fully in body and mind. His theory had been then that men knew how to please themselves, thus knowing how to please other men knowing what they were doing, meant to be this way, and the way he followed until a rude awakening which still kept him in a confusing place in between a seemingly harsh battle in his mind.

His eyes swept back to the table once the furtive, subtle exchanges had been made, the frame of his slim body leaning backward on the support of the chair, his legs neatly crossing on top of the other before alabaster hands swept along his raven hair which had been neatly styled in a straight downward manner with just a little bit of an upward wave to the ends. The medium digits fell down through his neck and trailed to his chest swiftly, bringing the touch to his white and black spiraled tie before the index and thumb strayed and came into a pinch together on the knot, pulling downward to the looser part of the tie, letting his middle finger elevate to perform the job of fixing and tightening his tie in a professional but slightly cliche mannerism. Waiting for the woman to arrive had been the patience that was never the virtue he was granted with. It was then that his eyes caught the glimpse of something wonderfully trashy, a smirk cornering in his frosty lips. He never knew someone else brought his same rock trash style to such a sophisticated restaurant. The greens concealed and flickered back to his chair, imagining the trash heap would disappear but there he was, placed upon his date's spot. Coming down into the recognition when his greens scattered through his face and silhouette, two sharp pangs turned the acidic contents of his stomach into an unpleasant behaviour. Imagining his past lover in front of him wasn't a coincidence. Bert was someone who once stole his heart and kept a corner dear for him, so the sensation was strong like one other person in his past... and imagining the queen's reaction when she found out her seat had been taken by someone so ragged looking. Both situations choked in his throat and created a warping lump that he couldn't drain down. Fancy seeing you here. The words had been a weary blur inside Gerard's mind, drunkenly registered and barely regarded but still there somewhere as if they appeared out of nowhere. Clearing his own throat afraid of the outcome of his voice, the vampire composed himself back on the chair to lean slightly against the table, his fixated stare crossing in different directions before darting into one particular place, hoping, praying that Rio wouldn't appear in this godforsaken moment. "Bert." His velvety voice responded surprisingly smooth and with poise. "It's actually a fancy to see you here." He kept smoothly going with the flow, his eyes flickering one last time in the same direction, but it wasn't necessary. Her poignant aura had been felt close enough from any distance that Gerard knew he was busted. His head scattered up, speculative of her deceiving facial expressions. Her sickeningly sugar coated facade could never fully mask her foreboding nuance to Gerard--he always knew what was to come and what to expect, except in special situations which he'd try to never speak of again. The words could be easily held against him. The tingling chill in his spine correlated with the easy grip of her entwining fingers lacing into his raven locks. Who's your adorable friend, Gerard? Rio's words never needed any registration in his mind. They naturally attached to him and what was left of his conscious, deciphering exactly what she was thinking and what each emphasis meant in Rio speak. Seance [<3] had enlighten him about several of things his silver tongue could backfire when it came to her. Masking himself into a pleasant, well-hidden smile, Gerard turned to look at Bert with a simplistic expression neither of dislike or entertainment but well neutral. His alabaster hand rose up to point at their new guest like a cavalier. "This is Bert. Bert, this is Rio..." another hesitation, "my date." His words caused a wave of churns to his stomach, seeming like the lump in his throat had been growing bigger. Finally, the waitress came back from a long hassle of figuring out Rio's secret message about the drinks, settling them with a questioning expression on the table. Gerard took the opportunity slickly and ordered her to bring another chair for the woman left standing.

[xD well. you know what to do, I'm sure. <--- directed to Tori.]

[shadoh]

Those dark amber eyes didn't leave the pale face for an instant. The words coming from his mouth had him smiling, if what his mouth did could be called such a thing. The corners tilted for just a moment, but then disappeared completely. No trace was found. Instead he let himself rest more fully on the table, elbows their, knowing it was rude to have them sitting their but really not caring. And then she came. Catching his interest before when walking away from the table. She snagged it again once more. Her beauty was compelling, as if it wasn't quite real. He had this urge to touch her, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked. But he tamped it down, knowing he would probably get slapped for his effort. The introductions were made, Rio. Her name was said hesitantly, and the past part caught his attention and curiosity. Date? Gerard? And a woman. The chair was requested, so he didn't bother to apologize, nor move from his own. Instead his head tilted, strands of hair falling in his face pleasantly. "A date? Really? How..... intriguing." It was the only word that fit, coming to mind. How amuseing to find Gerard on a date with another woman. After their break up, which Bert was not ashamed or embarassed to admit left his heart just a little broken, he knew he would see this man again. But in these circumstances? Not in his wildest dreams.

The chair was brought by the meek waitress, as well as his drink. He knew it was the same from his previous table where he and Aisling were sitting. She was gone. Coming as no great surprise, since he basically abandoned her. Or maybe she knew he would leave for another table? Even so, he went back to his dinner companions, more specifically Rio. "It's nice to meet you Rio." Short words said in a raspy husky tone. It told them he smoked a bit to many cigarettes and screamed a bit to much. Hands went to the table top, drumming out his own temp in his head. Another thing he had Gerard had shared. A love for music. It drove Bert as nothing else did. Fueling his system and leaving him higher than any drug really could. That was his heroine, his choice of drug.

((So their you do. His reaction=Indifference. Although I suspect not for long. He's curious about her, but Gerard being their is overshadowing that))

[Little Lion]

[seance, rude. telling stories about rio xD is that what their family get togethers are like? haha.
ps way to go everyone controlling worthless waiter! >D i just realized how much easier that made my life ^^ no sarcastic lie! promise.]

This is Bert The words qued her eyes fix on her new acquaintance, taking him in as a being of worth now that he had a name. How much value that worth held was something entirely different to her. He was still just as rock star ugly as he had been moments ago. With a name it was more prominent.However, her eyes fastened to his with startling intensity, held for an awkwardly long moment and dropped behind her painted lashes in a slow blink. My date, She didn't bother to look at either man, in fact Rio was fond of ignoring Gerard tonight - ignoring was bliss. It was in her hopes to add to his torment of having to be in vicinity with her. Bending him to her will had proved amusing, and horrifyingly unpredictable in their recent past. Something she still couldn't grasp and proved to, except in the quietest moments, ignore. As much as it disturbed her, she wasn't ready to let her new discovery go untested, even if the event had left a mark on her score. Their reactions had always been provoked by games and tonight as she ignored him, he invoked her.
Her chest moved in a small expansion marking a quick inhale. She held the breath. Her eyes had dilated when she inhaled, dazzled by the beautiful resistance in Gerard's words though outwardly it appeared that she was thrilled to be praised as his date; A young woman suddenly swept away by the infamous My Chemical Romance lead singer. Anyone could see the delight in the fictional event. Her delight, however, was short lived. The mongrel guest began questioning the validity of the statement thus her vanity was instantly kindled into action. It's heated animation made her thoughts bypass the obvious option that this doubt was because Gerard was gay. She had so easily charmed him out of it and moved onto the next game that she almost forgot that his sexual preference was anything else, or anything other then her. Her raging vanity produced the questions; Was she not good enough to be dated? Was a vital beauty lacking? Maybe he was jealous. Her slender fingers slowly unwound themselves from Gerard's raven locks and dropped to the glass of Mouton delicately perching around the lip of the glass. Her middle finger, graced with Seance's glittering prize, traced the edge. Hesitations were only thought, in this case debate. How long should she keep her facade? Would it be worth it to deliver an unmannerly sentence now? How long would he stay?
Slowly, her green eyes rolled to Gerard, darkening as they gazed. Her lips pursed. How much did their dinner crasher mean to him under the surface? The tiny lines between her eyes dissipated and a smile raced over her features. There was only one way to find out. "Oh," Her beaming face inclined back towards Bert in the midst of a polite but amused laugh. "No, please, the pleasure is all mine." Her hand arched at the wrist, casting her fingers delicately over her chest allowing only her finger tips to touch the sun kissed skin under her collar bone and spread naturally spaced down over her heart. She settled herself into the presented seat, careful not to let her dress ride up to any farther should it reach a level of inappropriateness complimentary to the men beside her. Out of a strange habit her hand fell around the glass making another small circle. Touching something gave her a sense of manipulation, of control, proving useful but disruptive. "I mean..." Her eyes slowly appeared from under a sheath of thick lashes. Her tone had gone up a step finding that hint of pure feminine quality. The innocent kind still perfectly corruptible. It contrasted with Bert's gruff tone like the gentle rain trickle after the harsh thunder clap. "It's not often I meet Gerard's friends but when I do it's always..." She sighed, and searched for a word while letting her eyes wander back to Gerard. She knew exactly the word she wanted. Her eyes fell into place like dropped stones, zeroing in on Gerard's mirroring greens. "Exhilarating." Her lips curled over her lips in a sadistic grin tumbling the words off her tongue like silk. Her head tilted into her shoulder allowing the tendrils of hair to part from the contours of her face and dangle in space. Her lips twitched and the smile broadened in a silent laugh at her date then diminished back to it's polite hold as she turned from Gerard and leaned towards Bert. Quickly, she extended her hand and caught his rolling fingers, between her thumb and pinkie silencing his comforting beat. "Tell me..." Her eyes slowly meandered over his face measuring his emotions now that she was touching him. "How did you two meet?" The clandestine beauty had an eager, interested voice like a school girl waiting for the gossip story. Only, it was all frivolous to her. She would just as soon disregard the next words from his lips but foundational emotion was key in her games and the airy feeling of friendship was good as any place to start thus, conversation must ensue. Anger was her foundation with Gerard. Outcomes were predictable, she'd tested their various forms already. She was working different angles with him now. His mind was disturbed by her very presence. His own sacred self - corrupted. Now his past, his confidence, his undisclosed secrets were sitting untouched on her left and nothing was forbidden to her. Bert had become her new piece in the game of Gerard's life.

[is it ironic that Bert will soon be using her? XD
for elf blood that is.]

[Asphyxia]

A gut wrenching quake rumbled in the empty depths of Gerard's stomach, the ruby contents effervescing in a disturbing notion sloshed agitatedly, creating the fluttering sensation of butterflies but it wasn't the pleasant sensation that overwhelmed in comforting, warming corruptions with mental signals of a sweet date impending in immediate future; it had been the twisted sensations of worry and fret combined in a bombing mixture. Bert's serene tone of voice hadn't diluted the increase of preoccupation happening inside the raven haired vampire especially now Rio had returned. The stark sensation increased in drumming beats mimicked by the providing distraction of Bert's fingers. Although shown with indifference toward his statement of surprise, Gerard knew better than to know that his ex lover was calm about the fact that his presented date was a woman and that there was possibly a connection more than just formal between the two, more than acquaintance and more than just exchanged words. Bert was the one person, besides Lilly, who knew the rock star better than the palm of his hand and with his witty mind, it wouldn't be hard to come to a conclusion intangible with the real situation. Their attachment, however, was stranger than any real relationship ever known to man -- well, any relationship with Rio was automatically strange; Rio was a stunning, malignant goddess and trying to speak a few words near her was a death sentence in her mentality. The only people with a real say in her agenda with good status had been only her children, and that Gerard actually knew, perhaps Lilly. After all, the woman hadn't killed his ex fiance for being with one of her younger seeds and the idea didn't seem to bother her the in the foggiest. It wasn't a matter they discussed either -- Rio and Gerard's relationship was small, drastic encounters accompanied by wry assails, ghastly events the most recent had been black mail. The fact that the raven haired beauty didn't want to divulge about their past events kept him restrained to a leash. His life was spared by his pride and luckily by her own pride and vanity. Both could never expose to anyone what had happened to them, it was convenient and vital to each other to keep their superficial image with the world. Their plot of destruction was against the world, not the other way around. However, the only thing Gerard really had against the woman, the only weapon he could use against her had been one of her greatest fears, a fear he discovered in one of his concerts that she locked into her cold tundra of her insides - Nocturne. A threat of itself, the only breathing, existing fear that managed to scare anyone with his single presence. A cold, spine tingling sensation disturbed the alabaster man's back, causing his figure to shift and push his weight in the opposite direction, resting his left leg over his right whilst grabbing the glass in between his callous fingers, a sweeping motion of his free hand occupying themselves by brushing small little strands away from their green eyes. While partaking on his drink, one of his many reliefs, his bright greens wheeled into the direction he was self loathing at the moment; her sickeningly perfected humanoid actions and flawlessly mimicked emotions of a sweet, loving and charming woman caused another great discomfort to reverberate the perfect composure of his squared, padded shoulders [from the suit, of course]. The underlying meaning underneath those sentences were things Gerard could only understand and a second discomfort shifted his body in place, sipping more of the comforting contents inside his glass tucked between his frosty lips. At the mention of the word "exhilarating," a small noise whispered through his lips, the glassy stare returning to the white clothed table, setting his glass down neatly before bringing his free hand to pick up a smaller, triangular shaped cloth on the table, pressing it softly against his lips. "Sorry." His first excuse. "The taste caught me off guard. Interesting flavors." Pointing at the glass, Gerard settled down the use of his napkin before they skipped across the table to watch the skew of Rio's inclined body in the opposite direction, the hand that cased a strange allure underneath his skin perched upon Bert's hand. The more the rock star stabbed inside of her, the more she toyed around with the ignorance she perfectly kept coveted for him. A heated increase pulsated in his mind several of times, the pulse growing louder, thumping into his ears with an annoying ring. The ring exploited in the depths of his mind, triggering the wrong emotions with his changeling newly found confusion. Attached came the little green monster although the thin film pulsated in his intervals with a flamboyant red. It wasn't enough to cause a disaster, but it was enough to make jealousy in a strange correlation with hidden sentimental love unite and make a man do silly, stupid things. The table suddenly rumbled, the glass making a clanking musical high note. If they've noticed enough, Gerard had kicked the table underneath their meeting hands. "Oh, I haven't told you? Bert is my ex lover."

[and I'll end it there because I'm sure this post is already too long for you to read xD]

[shadoh]

How interesting these two where. It was quite clear to Bert that there was something here, just under the surface that they wanted no one else to see. Upon hearing that this beautiful creature was indeed Gerard's date, had eyes roving over to his ex-lover. And yet, nothing could be distinguished, no emotions crossed those black bottomless pits, no emotions even crossed the sharp planes of his face. Blank would be the correct term to use. But of course shock rang through his veins. Bert remembered plenty of nights with Gerard, and he was almost completely sure that Gerard would never be strait again. Was he wrong? He wanted to think on it, maybe observe more, but the creature beside him captured his attention once more. There was something about her, it was the voice that rang through the air, it was the eyes that seemed to show what he wanted to see. But he was taken in nonetheless. That was until she touched him. As a rule, Bert never liked to be touched by a stranger. Beautiful woman, handsome man, or even a small child, you didn't touch him. The body went stone still, one pure black brow raised above his eye, the full mouth turned up in a grin. The complete opposite of the emotions churning inside him. But her questions had him tilting his head. But before he could even answer, the slight shake of the table had those eyes flying to the man across from him, and the statement flying from those lips had a shock of laughter rushing from Bert's throat, as he efficiently removed his hand from under Rio's wandering fingers. Leaning back in his chair, he folded his arms over his black shirt, the grin that was just moments before a full one, split in half. "I forgot how subtle you were Gerard." Only he would announce in front of his date that an ex was sitting at the table with them. "But to answer your question Rio, it's quite cliche if you want to know. We met in a club. And after that they say, was history." History that was replaying in his head. He remembered the reason why he and Gerard had broken up, and even now his heart still hadn't completely mended. Would it ever?

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[Little Lion]

Rio's eyes shifted to Gerard, little peeking green gems under a veil of thick, black coated lashes fluttering with each minute shift of the white muscle as it focused on his twisting face, studying the strange behavior surfacing from his festering mind. The game was playing out on both sides of the table just as she had hoped. Both men had become helpless to the spell of her presence. They were unsuspecting, unwilling game pieces with countless strings for her to pull. Bert was her newest toy and proved more fascinating. The more fake attention she lavished on him, the more Gerard reacted, making it painfully easy to toy with him simultaneously and she loved it. Her touch became the strongest stimulant. The first contact set off the silent, sizzling emotions to saturate the air around the table until it was nearly tangible her, stirring her system in it's heat. The green color in her eyes lost some of it's ground to dilating black pupil's as strange chemical signals burned in her veins followed by a tingling chill. The table rattled under her arms and Bert had stolen his hand back as she with drew hers in a shocked reaction from Gerard's sudden spasm. She curled her hand back to herself as if she'd been bit, casting a quizzical look at Gerard which, as her hand vanished under the table cloth, turned to a slim smile. She interpreted his inappropriate behavior to her liking, assuring herself she was under his skin. "Is he now?" Rio pushed both her eyebrows up and drew her lips to a purse, assuming she should be shocked to meet her date's former lover on their night out. Her head had slowly rotated back to Bert with a less cheery, less beaming expression. She had suspected as much on her own, to have it confirmed was an easy delight. Whatever connections they had left, and there were enough to attract them to the same table, she was about to pull apart and dissect one gentle heart string by one. Perhaps she'd leave some intact, or put them back the way she found them, or some might end up attached to her finger tips for the everlasting tug. "Oh." She shrugged into herself and picked up her glass tentatively. The woman had perfected manners and girlish charm, once upon her lifetime those types of Victorian ideals had been cherished and exploited them in modern terms with refined feminine charm and distorted enticing touch. "I'm sure it must have been more charming then you make it seem." She touched the glass to her lips with out the slightest slip and removed it again. "Not to pry into your history but the man I know couldn't possibly be so cliche." She had set the glass down and leaned her arm on the table. "He's a very complicated riveting." Her eyes narrowed impishly as she stared at Gerard's face. The devil couldn't have concocted a more double sided, jesting smile and the angels couldn't have presented it any more stunningly. She enjoyed tormenting him over the fact of their shallow history as though it in no way, shape or form was connected to her or could be traced back to her. "But," Her attentions raced back to Bert in a bat of her lashes. "I'm sure you would know him much better then me." She tried not to gag, or even roll her eyes. She doubted he could tell her anything accurate now that she had crawled under Gerard's skin and altered his mind into a spiraling new dimension. She wanted to chat less about them and more about Bert for the sake of agitating Gerard. Any jealousy she could evoke from him was a stroke to her ego, like somewhere he might care about something, and that something had a potential to be her. A slim potential was as good enough as any for the little vixen.