You Can't Learn What You Think You Already Know, Ask the Professor for yourself...

[Reginald Blackwood]

Reginald was already knee deep into what the bar had to offer. He was sure the bartender was going to begin testing his sobriety. That was always a fun episode. Reginald could drink all night and still not be as drunk as he wished to be. A vibration in his pocket alerted him that he was receiving a phone call.

”About damn time,” he muttered as his screen showed him it was Alpana Balani. He would’ve liked to talk to her before he started drinking, but apparently she had better things to do.

”Hello?” he asked, flinching because he could hear his eager tone dripping from his words. A little desperate, are we? he asked himself.

“Sorry I missed your calls. I ran into a little bit of trouble while locking up.”

“Not too serious I hope?” Reginald feigned concern as he waved for the bartender.

“No, some kids just left a bunch of books willy-nilly in the back.” Oh yes, he forgot she was a librarian. What a waste. There were plenty of things Reginald found Alpana better suited for. Those were things he’d get slapped in the face for simply suggesting.

“Is someone with you? Should I let you go?” Reginald asked. He was sure he’d just heard someone speaking to her, and it didn’t sound very friendly.

“Uh, no. I was actually wondering when you’d be able to travel to Aldenville.” Well she was seeking him. That was a change. Opening his mouth to correct her, he hesitated. There was definitely someone else there, and they were beginning to sound hostile.

“I think I should really let you go…”

“It’s a loud city, honestly, they’re not even—“ Her words were cut short by a deafening noise. It could’ve been a gunshot.

“H-hello!? Are you alright?!” Anyone else would think that Reggie was shouting out of concern. In reality he could barely hear a damn thing. The phone screetched horribly and all he could hear was grit covering Alpana’s honey-like voice.

“I’ll have to call you back. I’ve just been shot.” The words were low and garbled, but there was no mistaking what she’d said. Reggie was just about to open his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, but the connection died. Damn.

”No use crying over dead kittens, I suppose,” he said, shoving his hand back into his pocket. She wasn’t dead, he was sure of that. He did say the oddest things sometimes. This was only confirmed by the estranged look the bartender was giving him.

”I’m not paying you to look constipated. Get on with it,” Reggie blurted, waving for the bartender to refill his shot glasses. ”I haven’t got all night. Come on.” Kicking back two in a row he muttered incoherently before clearing his throat.

[Miakoda Halfheart]

[ooc note: I know I just posted as Mia as Paulie's.. but hey, I'm bored. And I think Alan Rickman is sexy as hell.]

"I hate Uptown, and I hate old men that shout in quiet bars."

'Koda could be seen smirking at the entrance of the bar, though her eyes suggested otherwise from the mirth playing about her supple lips. Her eyes suggested a deep hatred for anyone and anything that looked at her, touched her, breathed on her.. much less existed around her. Perhaps it was becoming that time of the month.. But 'Koda hadn't had one of those in eons, her mommy clockwork had stopped working about twelve years ago. Stalking, oh yes.. stalking towards the Professor, Koda's hips swayed with a lethal womanly presence. Calves naked and that nakedness climbing up natural bronze thighs until met with a denim mini skirt.

"You are such a loud old geezer, Professor. But hey.. at least you're a sexy geezer."

This got her a rather blatant scoffing noise from behind the counter, that to which Koda glares at the bar keep. Supple lips suddenly turning from a playful smirk to a nasty snarl fit for any beast of the predatorial kind. So unnatural was it, that the tender dropped the glass he'd been scrubbing down. The resounding shattering sound filled the establishment for a tenth of a second before mixing in with the background noise as before.

"Mind your own business, and clean that mess up."

Dark chocolate eyes rolling about in her head, Miakoda raised one hand to smooth down the white scoop neck t-shirt. One thing she really couldn't stand was wrinkles, but didn't mind in others. Though she wouldn't let them know that.. no.. Koda liked to make things difficult, especially when they didn't need to be. That was her forte. Sliding upon a cold stool next to Reginald, Miakoda lifted her hand once more to straighten his collar.

"There, you look 5% more presentable to be in my presence."

Laughing easily now, she loved baiting the old unshiftable cat. "Speaking of shouting.. what's going on?" One finely shaped brow lifting in question, further defining those native American cheek bones of hers.

Leaning into him, Mia inhaled the scent of his body and murmured in acceptance. What was with her? First she hated everyone.. and now she wanted to get into his pants. Then again.. she'd always had a thing for older men, especially the smart clinically depressed ones. Flip flop clad feet slide back and forth on the bottom rung of the stool, her voice lifting up to order four shots of tequila with lime.

"Looks like I need to catch up with you in the drinking department, maybe if I get shit faced enough I'll let you come home with me."

[Reginald Blackwood]

”Well lookie there,” Reggie muttered as he spotted the sultry canine at the door. All eyes were on her, it seemed, but no one dared to say anything. It was quite silent as she stalked his way. The professor only responded with a small smile and a quirked eyebrow.

"You are such a loud old geezer, Professor. But hey.. at least you're a sexy geezer."

“I do try.” He nodded as if to confirm what she’d said and he heard the bartender’s scoff. The first to dare to make any noise directed at them. Then it all seemed to start up again after Mia’s predatory snarl. Reggie had yet to steal his eyes away from the wolf and did so at that moment. His expression was clearly entertained. She then inquired as to why exactly he’d been yelling and he took another shot before explaining.

”Some poor dope just shot the feline I’ve been trying to shag,” he said with a sly smile. ”Lucky for me though, you just showed up.” Then she decided to lean in and get a whiff of the old man. He returned the favor, more discreetly though. He had no idea why the dark beauty treated him the way she did, but he wasn’t about to ask why. Not at all. He could feel the beast within him wanting to reach out, nuzzle, and claim the woman as his own. Though his human side denied himself any forms affection. It wouldn’t be proper, and it could lead to getting himself into trouble.

"Looks like I need to catch up with you in the drinking department, maybe if I get shit faced enough I'll let you come home with me."

”Oh please do,” Reggie said, pausing with another shot glass poised at his lips. Drinking it, he paused to let it settle before speaking again. He looked to the bartender,” double that… Hell, leave us the bottle.” He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

”Drinks are on me, but please don’t catch up, I’d rather you take advantage of me than the other way around,” he joked, then feigned a frown and shook his head. ”I’m only joking. You wouldn’t want to sleep with me anyway, darling. I’d just lay there and make you do all the work. I’m a selfish bastard.” He looked to the bartender who looked very confused at the odd pair. Realizing he’d been caught he continued getting Mia her drinks and refilling Reggie’s.

”So how’s your worry wart of a father?”

[Miakoda Halfheart]

Laughing loudly now, the act itself lighting up her features into something more pleasing to the eye. Not that she wasn't aesthetically beautiful.. but the constant glare in her dark eyes let people know she wasn't to be trifled with.

"Poor kitty, then again.. I feel sorry for the idiot that pumped his lead into her."

One eyebrow shooting up, while inhaling his scent.. she noticed him gingerly inhaling hers as well. Eyes softening for a moment, Miakoda allowed her right hand to briefly squeeze his very upper thigh before returning to the top of the bar and to the shots lining up in front of her. Knocking each one back, she didn't stop until after the fourth and then sucked upon the half dozen slices of lime there.

"Mm, tequila has been known to be my best friend. Yes.. leave the bottle."

Koda digs into her pocket and produces her credit card. Sliding it across the bar, she waves the bar tender off. Dark eyes shifting over the amber hued drink sloshing about the insides of the glass container.

"I can't let you pay for my drinks, Professor. What would my daddy think?"

Smirking coyly at him, she knew her father would absolutely freak out knowing she were having these thoughts about his colleague. Frederick would probably try to skin the old cat alive. Still.. Koda couldn't help herself.. she wanted a taste of the old man.

"I'm a hard working girl, Professor. Let's face it, I don't need to drink a drop to want you in my bed."

The heat that rolled off of her was very intoxicating in and of itself, wrapping about Reggie's senses and ensnaring his libido. The heat was nearly a tangible thing, at least.. coming from her body, any one daring enough to touch her could see the core temperature rested nicely at 107.6 degrees fahrenheit. They'd want to rush her to the nearest hospital, for sure, but then again.. she didn't let normal humans close enough to feel the silk of her body.

Wrinkling her nose at Reggie's mention of her father, Koda swirls a double shot in a tall glass before knocking it back and pouring another. Dark eyes closed behind equally dark lashes before turning in her seat to look at him.

"I haven't seen my dad in about three weeks. I haven't answered his calls, I haven't been to the pack houses."

There is a real thread of emotion there, and anyone would be wise to wonder why she'd cut herself off from all the pack members. She hated Adrian Vega, she'd threatened him those weeks ago. And she didn't regret it. She'd left before she'd done something stupid.. like challenge the male. She knew her dad would be upset, and so she'd left before doing so.

"I wanted to snap Adrian Vega's neck a few weeks ago, and I told him I'd do it. I've been shacked up at Paulie's, underground. My dad doesn't go there, neither does Adrian. And hell.. Eleanor wouldn't touch the place with a ten foot pole and someone elses stomach."

Snorting, Miakoda kept steadily drinking, anger raging in the fire of her amber flecked eyes.

"I hate Adrian, he doesn't deserve to be Beta."

[Reginald Blackwood]

Any normal man would be very aroused and very embarrassed by now. A perk to being a lycanthrope, and an old one at that is being able to control yourself. Though, Mia was making it very hard for the old man. She was burning up and he could feel himself wanting to get very primal and very naked.

She seemed to release her tight hold on his senses as she began talking about her pack. Reggie’s ears were listening, but his eyes were exploring, of course. He was a man after all. Regardless of what his eyes were doing, his ears were in bit of a state of disbelief. She’d left the pack? It didn’t sound like she was returning anytime soon. The alpha must be tearing his hair out. He wasn’t the type to go scouring the city for his rebellious daughter, but Reggie was sure he’d be plenty pissed if and when she returned.

”Ah,” Reggie said with a nod. So there was a reason. She wasn’t fond of the beta. In all honest Reggie wasn’t too fond of him either. He genuinely preferred the previous pack generation, even though they were a bit psychotic. They don’t make wolves like they used to. Now there was a new breed and air about the supernatural world. Reggie’s generation would soon come to an end.

”I can imagine he took that well,” he said in response to her threat to Adrian. Grabbing the bottle he began refilling the shot glasses. He smirked when she mentioned Eleanor. ”Still got that stick up her ass I presume? I’d love to see inside her head. That woman’s the reason why they make antipsychotics.” He took a shot then chuckled a bit at how odd the pack was nowadays.

”Hate is a strong word m’dear,” Reggie told her, lowering his voice slightly, as if he were scolding her. ”But please, by all means, stay angry. It suits you.” With that he gave her a wink and resisted the urge to ask her for a tour of her new quarters. He’d hate to see the look on her father’s face if he ever found out they’d done anything more than holding a polite conversation.

”Y’know, that’s how your father’s ‘brothers’ felt when he was declared alpha,” Reggie said with a low tone, giving her the option to ignore his comment. He couldn’t help but point out the similarities of the situations, only this wasn’t as intense as the previous. ”Have you got any cigarettes?” he asked much louder. ”I’m dying for a smoke.”

[Miakoda Halfheart]

Nostrils flaring, she takes in all Reggie has to say without a word. Hate is a strong word. But even more so.. she felt it to her very bone marrow. She hated Adrian enough to stalk him down a dark alley and rip his throat out. The thought brought some pleasure to her, and she very nearly smiled. Canting her chin his way, cold dark eyes scanning over his aged features.

"Anger is always best served cold.. or is that revenge? Either way, it'll always be cold in here."

With her forefinger, she trails it down the middle of her breasts, indicating what is inside. Using her left arm, she drags her palm behind her nack and grabs all of that jet hair and pulls it to lay over her left shoulder to pool in her nearly naked lap. The skirt doesn't cover much, and at least she had the decency to put a pair of panties on.. no matter how scimpy they are. White lace boy short panties. She'd love to give Reggie a good look.

Ah.. and he's bringing her back to the past. One thing old folks are good for.. bringing up the past.

"Ah, I hate when you get all nostalgic on me."

Delicate fingers lift one of the many shot glasses, bringing it to her lips and letting it wash down the bitter bile that memories bring up.

In the whole twenty minutes she's been sitting there knocking back hard shots, she's developing a buzz through the chatter between them.

"Eh.. almost 55 years old, Professor. Half of your age.. I'm plenty grown up. I've seen your generation shred each other to bits over nothing less than a discarded bone on someone elses territory. My generation though.. They all suck, they don't know the love of a kill like I do. They don't love being who and what they are."

Pausing, Miakoda tosses back four or five more shots.. She doesn't know how many she's had. And she keeps spying the bar tender watching her closely.. she can almost see the wheels turning in his stupid brain. Wondering if he can get her in the bathroom, bending her over and shoving his putrid cockpiece inside of her.

Not that that's a bad idea.. and she suddenly grins, looking down at the bar counter. She eyes Reggie through a thick fringe of lashes. That's what she'd love to do.. and she's now buzzed enough that she won't give a shit what her dad thinks.

"I hear the ladies room calling me." This is a nearly inaudible whisper, meant for Reggie's ears only.

[Reginald Blackwood]

Reginald watched her kick back her shots, his expression was clearly amused. If only her father could see her now.

"Eh.. almost 55 years old, Professor. Half of your age..”

”Ugh, don’t remind me,” he said dully, listening to her rant. ”Y’know, only you could make someone who’s nearly immortal feel old.” Closing his eyes and leaning on the bar he was sure by now he’d drank a bottle or two. Yes, his whistle was indeed wet. Miakod didn’t seem to be slowing down though. It looked like the woman could have used a good drink.

"I hear the ladies room calling me."

Well Reggie hadn’t been expecting that, at all. Hey grin and the way she cut eyes at him made him assume she had another secret to tell. Well… this was some what of a secret, because she whispered. It was a low whisper, something that Reggie adored. He loved how his kind could do any hear thing that could leave humans scratching their heads.

”Why Miakoda… you’re making me blush,” he said with a half smile, before bringing his last shot to his lips. It disappeared and the cup returned to the bar top. Sighing Reggie glanced about the bar, wondering if anyone would notice if the pair disappeared together, to the same place.

The bartender certainly would. His eyes were glued to the woman. He’d no doubt call the cops out of jealousy, the bastard. Chuckling lightly Reggie imagined himself having a nice conversation with the Aldenville police. It’d been a while since he’s dealt with them. Turning on the stood to face Miakoda he gave her a look as if to say “your move.”

What was he thinking? He wasn’t entirely sure. Frederick would have a conniption fit, if he found out… if. That would definitely strain and further relations between he and the pack. Maybe he’d be less angered if they didn’t slink off to some grimy bar restroom, although the setting seemed to turn Reggie on more.

[Miakoda Halfheart]

Breathing coming a bit faster, temperature spiking a couple more degrees.. she was hot enough to scald the hand of any who touched her. The wolf inside was itching to be released, she hadn't shifted in nearly a month and she knew the full moon was close to swelling. Those dark chocolate eyes lift slightly, taking in the sight of the tender watching her carefully. He's all but ignoring Reggie, his eyes all for the young thing that is Miakoda.

Murmuring softly to Reggie, she has an edge to her voice. "This guy is itching to get his balls ripped off." She hates being stared at, though it happens more often than not. Looking up at the man tending bar, "Close out our tab on my card, Tonto. And stop staring at me like I'm something to eat."

Frowning, that anger lapping at her insides like an ocean waiting to claim the surf again in its ripping tide, Koda knows just where they can go that the tender can't keep an eye on them. Koda has ways, and if there is a will.. there will always be a way. She's always been willful. The man comes back with the slip for her to sign and a pen. Nimble fingers scrawl out a very messy signature before snatching up her card and hopping off of the stool.

She knows Reggie is game for anything, especially if it includes a romp with sexy young girls. 'Sorry Alpana', she thinks to herself with a wry grin. 'He's all mine tonight.' Looking down, Mia smirks and follows Reggie's eyes to the stool she'd just hopped off of. It's a tad bit wet, and hey.. Miakoda can't help herself! Especially when sitting next to such a specimen as the fine Professor Blackwood.

Without waiting on Reggie, Mia exits the bar and hops on her rice burner. The helmet is left on the back, she doesn't need it right now.. All she needs is to find a secluded spot somewhere and get that man between her thighs. Waiting until Reggie comes out, Mia slides slowly up the seat, provocative as she can be. Her dark eyes flash, she's more than a little drunk, but she can handle her own. She orders him to get on the back of the bike with a tip of her head. She can't talk at the moment.. less she says something very inappropriate.

[Reginald Blackwood]

"This guy is itching to get his balls ripped off."

Smiling, Reggie shook his head,”don’t give me nightmares, darling.”

Yes, Reggie was indeed down for anything as long as far as Miakoda was concerned. The state she left the stool in let him know that they were very much so on the same page. A sly smirk swept across his face, matching her own, as he stood from his stool as well. Who knew such a drunk slob could have that kind of affect on women. Reggie was sure he’d be able to woo a fine woman years ago back in his home country. Nowadays it was more work.

Miakoda, however, wasn’t making him work at all. She was making it quite easy, in fact. Reggie nearly did a dance as he followed her outside. Looking around for a car he wasn’t too surprised when she settled herself on a bike… then moved up to make room for him.

”Dear lord,” he muttered at the sight. He wasn’t able to move for a few moments. Instinctually he wanted to tackle and mount her. It was perfectly wild and natural, but it wasn’t exactly proper behavior given their current location. He only moved when she motioned for him to get on. His steps were forced and restrained. Not only was he trying to walk straight and not fall over, he was trying to not rush, and make a drunken fool of himselg.

”I guess I’m riding bitch then,” he grunted, settling behind her. He sat there quietly for a moment before piping up. ”I also guess that I don’t need to tell you that that’s not a gun, love.”