Post by Layla O'Riely 'Sparkles' on Dec 6, 2009 16:40:21 GMT -8
(Disclaimer- Feel free to join, however everything said in this post is in Russian)
Death Dancer slammed the last of her vodka and looked up at Dark Wings. "Fucking Alpha. Where the hell does he get off? You know I save his fucking ass over and over. I only know them for a month and I've saved their asses more times than I can count!"
Dark Wings called over another set of drinks for them both, and thanked the server in English.
"That's a load of tough crap Dancer, anyone in that pack worth a dang?"
Dancer puts her glass back down before taking a drink, "Shreds is Fucking Incompetent as hell. Relies on us to save his ass, while all he does is stammer and go "Umm, Uhh!" StrangeBlood is great, to bad Shreds has her to busy watching her own ass in order to speak up at all. Then there's Chinoa," Sighs... "Chinoa is so wrapped up in helping innocents and being so peaceful she doesn't even know how to defend her own life, let alone back others up."
Dark Wing's sighs and looks at the young woman who could pass easily as his sister. "Dancer? You old enough to drink?" he asks with a smile.
She looks up at him, "Shut up, in Russia we drink when we can reach the counter. Besides what's it going to matter if Shred's leads us all to our death anyways?"
He looks at her again. "You got any lingering commitments with them?"
She scrunches her face and looks distainfully around. "Yeah I did a bunch of legwork taking care of some clean up today, gotta clean our mess up. Our Alpha went and got our totem all sorts of pissed off with him, so he's taking care of that."
Dark Wings pats her on the head. "Ever think of taking his position?"
She takes a sip, "No, don't want it. I'm still only a Clioth too." She takes another sip. "Asshole wanted to make me Omega, just based on my rank. I save his ass, and that's what he thinks is appropriate? Makes me sick!" She takes her glass and polishes it off, looking angry as hell.
Death Dancer slammed the last of her vodka and looked up at Dark Wings. "Fucking Alpha. Where the hell does he get off? You know I save his fucking ass over and over. I only know them for a month and I've saved their asses more times than I can count!"
Dark Wings called over another set of drinks for them both, and thanked the server in English.
"That's a load of tough crap Dancer, anyone in that pack worth a dang?"
Dancer puts her glass back down before taking a drink, "Shreds is Fucking Incompetent as hell. Relies on us to save his ass, while all he does is stammer and go "Umm, Uhh!" StrangeBlood is great, to bad Shreds has her to busy watching her own ass in order to speak up at all. Then there's Chinoa," Sighs... "Chinoa is so wrapped up in helping innocents and being so peaceful she doesn't even know how to defend her own life, let alone back others up."
Dark Wing's sighs and looks at the young woman who could pass easily as his sister. "Dancer? You old enough to drink?" he asks with a smile.
She looks up at him, "Shut up, in Russia we drink when we can reach the counter. Besides what's it going to matter if Shred's leads us all to our death anyways?"
He looks at her again. "You got any lingering commitments with them?"
She scrunches her face and looks distainfully around. "Yeah I did a bunch of legwork taking care of some clean up today, gotta clean our mess up. Our Alpha went and got our totem all sorts of pissed off with him, so he's taking care of that."
Dark Wings pats her on the head. "Ever think of taking his position?"
She takes a sip, "No, don't want it. I'm still only a Clioth too." She takes another sip. "Asshole wanted to make me Omega, just based on my rank. I save his ass, and that's what he thinks is appropriate? Makes me sick!" She takes her glass and polishes it off, looking angry as hell.