Shakin Hands {Dagan}

[Aislinn Mac Braire]

Well she ain't no Cinderella
When she's getting undressed
'Cause she rocks it like the naughty wicked witch of the west
Far too pretty to be giving it cheap
That's why she's making six figures working three days a week
Yeah she'd even break a promise in the promise-land
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands
She’d take your money make it twice as hot as anyone can
She didn't make it this far by just shaking hands

There was nothing like a night out on the town to lift a girls spirits. Especially when said girl was running low on energy and needed a pick me up from some handsome honey with an appetite for sin. The badder the man, the better for her because business had been slow this week and her quota was due. Hell was such a demanding task master. It really made a girl wanna rethink her career choice. Oh wait, not an option in her case. Damn it. There was that pesky little deal she's struck that was as binding as super glue and that last poor assholes zipper. More the pity.

So was the life of a succubus demon.

Dressed to the nines in a sexy little red number that was sure to make many a gentleman's eyes fall out, Aislinn Mac Braire made her way calmly through the front doors of the well known SCREAMERS club and smiled. The place was packed and the hunting would no doubt be good. Lucky, lucky her. Maybe she would actually find someone halfway interesting for more than just her neccessary energy boost. SCREAMERS was known as the local immortal haunt so there was a chance that someone intriguing would should up worth more than a quick session of foreplay. The Gods knew THAT was getting older than dirt these days.

Sighing at that thought, the petite blond made her way towards the bar and nabbed up a few drinks. The music had her tapping her toes and gave her a chance to observe the crowd. There were several likely candidates for her pleasure but none of them really did anything for her. Not that that was a strict requirement but she at least liked her victim to be attractive at all possible. Since physical intimacy was mandatory, she had to have some standards, right? Right!

Finishing the last of her third drink, Aislinn heard her favorite Nickelback song come on and grinning. Sliding from her stool, she made her way to the dance floor alone but paid it no mind. She'd long discovered that once she started to sway.. well, she was never alone long. As Chad belted out a line about a little black book, she put her hands over her head and tilted her head back and closed her eyes. This was her idea of HEAVEN. Oh yeah, baby, this was living.

Just as predictably, before the song was over she had attracted two partners. Sizing them up with a keen eye, she let them lead her into another dance but felt a bit disappointed. They were good looking enough chaps but both had an air of youth to them that made her feel like she was robbing the cradle. Where on earth where the REAL men these days? she thought with a sigh before abandoning herself to the music once more.

[general]

One day, up to a cliff
That overlooks the water
I jumped in to save a girl
It was somebody's daughter
And now the ring that's on my hand
It was given to me by her
And to this day we all sit around
And dream of ways to get higher
To get much higher

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Ah, New Orleans at night. The acrid smell of exhaust floated on the wind, bringing with it evidence of the Hudson. Shadows clung to each corner that lined the worn blacktop, gliding along with each pedestrian gracing the sidewalk with their hurried presence. The soft swishing of taxicabs passing by, sometimes interrupted with the obnoxious bleat of a horn, belted out its natural song…

And it was all one particular night walker could do not to throw himself head first into traffic.

“Hey, buddy, move it or lose it!” A voice yelled from somewhere behind him, followed by the loud honk of a car horn. Ah, the lovely sound of an Earthly city. “Move it, or I’m gonna run you down!”

Turning his head to look at the owner of the very large truck currently pointing itself at his body- standing in the middle of the road as it was, so that its owner could watch the sun succumb to the army of shadows over the high, arching buildings- he could only shake his head sadly. As the truck inched itself forward, he took a few steps toward the sidewalk opposite him, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trench coat, and watched as the vehicle slowly trudged down the almost completely empty road.

…Only to find all six of its tires spontaneously bursting to leave the cab and cargo flying down the road, to crash into an empty dumpster.

What? Accidents were just notorious for happening. And karma was just an ice cold bitch on a good day. Expect the unexpected; that was his motto.

As well as ‘what the HELL did I do to deserve this’, but he really wasn’t going to dwell on that one. The last time he fell into that train of thought, an earthquake hit California and his already stained conscience had wailed at him nonstop for a week.

There just wasn’t anything like a war-hardened General with an unsympathetic view about human casualties. As if it was his fault that all the chatter annoyed him…

Shoving a hand through his hair, the man continued on his way, path steered toward the darkened park that loomed before him. Like furry teeth, the trees that lined the entrance seemed to dare him to enter; to shoot warnings from their leafy arms. Danger, danger, he heard whispered on the wind.

‘Bring it on,’ was his only intelligible thought.

Picking up force, the wind blew through the empty park, rustling the leaves over his head and forcing the flaps of his coat snapping behind him. Lightning crashed above his head, the cobbles clattered as if shaken by some unseen force, and a loud hissing sound slid through the air like a snake through oil.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” Came the cultured, bored tones of the strange man who was currently fighting to keep his jacket lapels from smacking him in the face. “Why is it always such childish antics? Just once, I’d love to walk into a daunting park late at night and hear nothing but traffic.”

“But what would be the fun in that?” A voice hissed. “It’s thanks to us that horror movies exist, you know. So why waste it?

“Probably because you suck at it worse than those humans do.”

And on and on the heckling went, until the man in the long coat grew tired and made the ground explode. Unaffected by the dirt and stone that rained down onto him, ethereal blue eyes watched the space above his head, chapped lips lengthening into a smile only when they caught glimpse of a swirling shadow. His arm reared back, and in his hand a gleaming sword appeared, shining with a light unbearable to the normal eye, and sliced through the air. A scream replaced the shriek of the wind, and writhing like a life wire, both halves of his enemy’s ugly body fell wetly at his feet, turning to ash inch by inch, until there was nothing left.

With a happy sigh, Dagan put his sword away; willed it back into his mind, and with a soft hiss of its own, it retreated.
Another night, another Kirah to slaughter. Just the way of things for a grumpy, ancient soldier who’d been sent down to this tell that was earth because he ‘wasn’t exactly human.’

A growl clawed at his throat as he thought of the sneering face of his Prince; son of a man he would have gladly laid down his life for. He’d served the coward Tyrhin’s bloodline for generations, ever since he’d been rescued by the Prince’s three-times-great grandsire. He’d sworn fealty to the throne, spilled blood for his world, given up so damn much to fight a war that had been raging on for so many years…

But, with a handful of political greed and childish jealousy, none of that mattered. The High General of the Free Armies of the Vor’dansh was cast out as Exhilios for being born a monster. Which, he supposed was true…but as if a career soldier such as himself would EVER turn against his superiors.

No, it was all about politics. About a little boy who had always been jealous of his father’s closeness with his ‘grunt soldier,’ and fearful that command of their world might be taken away from him. In one fell swoop, he had taken one of the army’s most trusted weapons away, and stuck him in a backwater world that he did not understand.

Thank Moire that trickles of his world’s enemies seemed to follow him into the plane, or he’d have gone completely insane. Hunting whatever stray Kirah that slithered into this world had become a hobby of his. Without it, he would have killed himself long ago.

Well…tried to kill himself, that is. Thanks to the war, he could rule out poison, bullets, fire, acid, and explosions. Next on the list would be decapitation.

The loud rumble of harsh music echoed through the street and, surprised, he glanced up. He must have kept walking after killing the chattering monster in the park; so lost in thought that he hadn’t looked where he was going.

Good thing that the street was so empty. After only a couple weeks spent in this world, he was still a bit unsure of certain…customs, when it came to interacting with the locals. The semi-dirty state of his clothing was a testament to that.

He’d learned quickly that agreeing to give a child on the street some money, in return for finding him suitable lodging was not a good idea. Now, broke and slowly learning the ways of the world, he could only do what he did best: hunt.

But, if there was one thing that he’d also learned, it was that a crowded bar offered a free drink, if he was quick enough to hide in the crowd. After passing muster at the door, he maneuvered through the crowd until he reached the bar, forcing himself not to descend on the community bowl like some kind of animal. Moire, he had been a proud General, once. And now he was reduced to stealing peanuts and cheap liquor. The Gods hated him.

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[Aislinn Mac Braire]

You know I appreciate the finer things
But it's not what makes me happiest, baby
I can do without it, babe
Your tender loving's more than I can handle
Never burn out this candle, baby, baby
K-k-kisses
That's money, honey
When I'm your lover and your mistress
That's money, honey

Oh, there was nothing like the feeling of good sexual frustration. Especially when it was coming off some poor sap who thought he was being sneaky when he removed the gold band from his hand and sidled up to her. Those were the type that she didn't mind putting on tap and slowly sapping life energy from while she shimmied and shook on the dance floor.

A stolen kiss here and there allowed her to get her fix while not endangering any one of them to badly before she walked away with a satisfied smirk. If they tried to follow, a stern warning about their lovely wife at home and the hefty alimony check they'd be writing her if they didn't get their cheating asses home usually did the trick. Hopefully, they walked away with a lesson learned.. if not.. Well, she got her fix didn't she? She'd done her part to better the world and she could go to bed with a clean conscience. Lucky, Lucky her. NOT.

Hot and sweaty from the packed dance floor, Aislinn slide from between two companions and gave them a little waves as she headed for the bar. Her new "friends" of the current moment were nothing but a couple university boys so she didn't even attempt to siphone any energy off them. She might be a succubus demon but she had her standards. The innocent were never in her radar and she made it a point only to tap into the corrupt or an immortal that never noticed the difference. The boys called out a good bye and she gave them a wink before making a path through the party goers and sliding up to the bar.

Raising a twenty dollar bill in her hand, she fanned herself with the other and called out to the bartender. When he glanced in her direction and gave her a grin, she shouted out her order above the loud bass of the music.

"SEX ON THE BEACH, PLEASE SIR!"

Only once that was done did she turn her attention to those around her and was surprised to see a handsome, long haired gent eying her with stunned disbelief. He looked a bit down on his luck and there was something brooding about him that made Aislinn twitchy.

"Now, now, sir... You don't have to look like I actually propositioned the man. Its only a drink, after all. I save the other sort of thing for more private settings... Unless of course... Your volunteering?" she teased with a wink before eying him up and down again.


As a creature of laughter and light, she hated anyone being broody around her so when she noticed he didn't have a drink in front of him she turned back to the barkeep.

"And give this man whatever he wants. I'm buying."

After getting a nod of acknowledgement, she leaned on the bar and let her blond hair fall around her. Her emerald eyes narrowed on the fellow and she frowned. There was something about him that pulled at her awareness but she couldn't label him. Since Screamers was notorious for its supernatural clients and it was neutral ground, the petite blond knew it was entirely possible that he was an immortal but he wasn't like any immortal she'd ever seen before. There was something... strange .. about him.


"No need to look so alarmed, sir, I'm just teasing. I don't make it a practice to take advantage of men unless they ask for it." she finished with a wink as she sipped the drink that was slid in front of her. "Even then... I don't think this bar counter would be to comfortable and I'm not really into audiences..."

[general]

((Hehe, I hope this works. Dagan would have NO clue what to do in that situation, so...running's really the only option. XD ))


Sex…did someone just say that they wanted to have intercourse on a beach? Dagan found his eyes widening slightly as he stared at the source of the demand, surprise evident in his face. Moire, this world was too strange!

…But probably not as strange as a random stranger staring at you like you had five heads. Perhaps his translator was off, and he’d misunderstood what was said. The little device implanted in his arm was known to go on the fritz, given that he was so far away from its home energy source. Intercourse on a beach…of course she hadn’t just said that.

Which said a lot about his mindset. Ah, Lauret, love…

A bolt of discomfort flashed through his chest, and he gritted his teeth against the oncoming tide. Damn, both hunger and…other interests were making his already cracked control shift. Without it, he could easily turn the building and everyone in it to dust. He must have keyed up too much when he’d gone after the kirah; let a bit too much of himself out, when he’d made a crater out of a few pine trees. IT wanted out, wanted more, wanted blood.

And there he was, without a battlefield on which to let IT feed. Damn his loyalty to his King.

Pale eyes snapped up as an airy voice reached his ears, and brows creased in concentration. He had yet to master the strange language of this world, and even with the faulty translator, he had to fight to understand what was being said. It was worse when he was under stress, as he was now, but he managed to absorb most of what she was saying.

And wasn’t saying. Were those alluring eyes shining with a teasing light? And had she just…propositioned him? Gods, he had no idea how to reply to a question like that. Nor did he want to, even if he did.

But he was saved from such a thing as the bartender slid a glass toward him. Oh, thank the Gods, something that wasn’t stale water from those foul smelling bins beside buildings. With a grateful look in her direction, he tipped the glass back, draining the liquid with a few strong pulls.

He winced. Damn…the thing had no taste, thanks to battlefield moonshine destroying most of his taste buds. But oh, the coolness soothed his parched throat. Now, if only food was on the menu as well…

“Thank you,” He said to the woman, gravely voice pitched over the music. Audiences? Bar counter? Gods…okay, so maybe he hadn’t misheard before. She was propositioning him! Oh, how useless he was in situations that weren’t tied to war and killing.

Clearing his throat, he slid the glass back toward the bartender, shaking his head at the offer of a refill. There was only so much charity that his pride would allow. He would learn this damn prison-world soon.

“I…did not mean to stare,” His accent thickened the words, and he relied on his translator to get the sentences right. “I never…heard…of that name before. I am sorry. And…ah, now I will leave. Thank you. For…drink.”

He had to leave before he called too much attention to himself, or before IT surged out. He was already feeling the initial pulls, static crackling around his head. Grabbing a handful of the communal peanuts- oh, to take the bowl with him- he backed away from the counter, gave her a formal bow without thinking, and turned for the door.

Which, of fucking COURSE meant slamming into a random dancer, who immediately got himself thrown backward with the force of the electrical energy bouncing off of him. FUCK!

With a curse, he used the path made by surprised patrons to make a beeline for the exit and the alleyways beyond.

[Aislinn Mac Braire]

Baby, won't you take me out of this club?
I wanna be with you
Baby, let me take you out of this club
I'll make your dreams come true
Baby, won't you take me out of this club?
I wanna be with you

Well, all righty then. That was a first for Aislinn. As the dude turned and took off like a scalded cat, she blinked and stared after him. What on earth had gone wrong? He certainly didn't seem like the type of guy to be intimidated by a woman but maybe she'd read him wrong?

Nah, that couldn't be right.

She hadn't done that in centuries. It was a personal talent of hers to be able to tag a man's aura within the first ten seconds of watching him and his hadn't been the cowardly yellow that some had. Sure, there had been a bit of uncertainy in the mix but she hadn't gotten the feeling that it had anything to do with his ability to handle women. In fact, she'd sensed that he was in need of letting out a bit of steam.

So why had he taken off like that? That was the Million dollar question of the moment.

Making a snap decision, Aislinn pushed away from the bar and followed in his wake. When he ran into a patron and was knocked backwards, her eyebrows shot up and her interest was peeked even more. The dude was OBVIOUSLY not human but she didn't know what he was either. He didn't fit into any of the neat little compartments she'd developed for supernaturals over the decades.

It was a puzzle she just couldn't let pass up. Call her bored but she loved a good intrigue.

Reaching the exit just second after he ducked out, the petite blond caught sight of him darting around the corner. Strolling slowly after him, she peeked around the corner and then frowned. Was he homeless maybe? He looked as if he could use a good meal and a decent bed to sleep in. Did she dare offer him one? Why not? She was a demon after all. It wasn't like he could actually hurt HER right?

Stepping into the alley, Aislinn made enough noise not to startle him and moved forward.


"Hey..... You don't have to run off... I'm sorry if I embarrassed you back there. That wasn't' my intent.... I sometimes forget that not everyone is as... um... chatty as I am..... "

Tilting her head, she waited for him to turn and look at her before she smiled and tested the energy she felt fairly blarring from him.

"Hmmmmm.... you seem to have a bit of a problem there, mister. If you want... I might be able to help.... " Then, letting her own shields drop just a bit, she gave him a view of her own otherworldly powers. "Your not the only one with.... talents around here....It just so happens that you've stumbled on the one place in town that is patroned by our.... type."

Just then, her cell phone went off and she pulled it out to look at the face. The hour of midnight wasn't far off and she had yet to grab anything to eat. Turning the alarm off, she gave him a grin and then asked suddenly.

"You want to grab a bite to eat with me? I don't know about you but I'm starved... There is a nice little cafe just around the corner and they have the best breakfast foods."

[general]

Ah, Gods, his insides were on FIRE. Leaning sideways against a particularly ripe smelling dumpster, Dagan forced himself to take in a few deep, calming…rotten-tasting breaths.

Just breathe, soldier, he thought with a little growl working in his throat. Breathe. He had control…he just needed food and sleep to keep his head.

He would patrol the city, explore this new world further when he was rested. But given the fact that his former superiors had left him with only the clothes on his back when they’d shoved him through the portal, and he had no knowledge of professional customs…

Well, there was one phrase that he’d come to recognize, faulty translator or no: ‘he was up shit’s creek without a paddle.’

Forcing himself to straighten, he gritted his teeth against that familiar pain gnawing at the back of his brain. His ‘gifts’ got a bit restless when he didn’t let them play, and they were punishing him for keeping them locked up. It didn’t matter if the fuckers would get him noticed by all the wrong kinds of people; they wanted to kill, to maim, to continue the war he was born to fight.

But they wouldn’t get it. Any of it. So FUCK YOU, he thought with another growl.

As footsteps sounded behind him, he forced himself to stand, pushing himself away from the dumpster. He was expecting an angry employee, or a couple kids looking for a good time…

Definitely not that alluring face from the bar. Was she following him?

He squinted as she spoke, concentrating on her words until he felt his eyeballs were about to pop. His translator whirled in his brain, making little pop and fizz noises that left out half of her sentences. He got something about…her apologizing, his having a problem, and given that flare of energy that burst from her, she was definitely trying to link up with a fellow non-human.

Caution was practically written onto his face, though he couldn’t stop a small flicker of desperation when she mentioned food. He’d gone without sustenance for days back home, when rations were short. But he’d always had something to fall back on…and call him cynical, but he refused to eat out of the trash cans around the city. He could accept being banished for something not of his control, but he would not turn into the animal that others thought him to be.

But that was neither here nor there. Carefully, he spoke. “You are…not human. What are you?”

He wasn’t about to flounce off after a complete stranger after that particular burst of energy…even if the thought of food, ANY food, made his stomach clench painfully. He straightened to his full height, looking at her with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

“I would dine, but not…with unknown. Eh…” He tapped his forehead, cursing under his breath in his native tongue as the translator popped and fizzled once again. “Am not from here. I do not understand your customs, so forgive any insult.”

[Aislinn Mac Braire]

Well, huh.... Wasnt' he just a sharp one.


Aislinn didn't know whether to be insulted or charmed by his demeanor but she decided finally that he truly was at wits end. The poor man looked like he hadn't had a decent meal in days and a bath and shave in longer. Call it her fatal weakness but she never could turn down a person in need. Especially one that had the abilities she sensed in this one.

"Ok, first off, sir... its not nice to remind a girl she's no longer human...." she teased, stepping forward to give him a sweet smile. "Secondly, I wouldn't dream of making you eat here... There are all sorts of fine establishments through out the city or if you prefer... You can come with me and I can cook something while you .... Bath and put on some clean clothing... No offense intended, love, but you remind me of something that has slept with the dogs a few to many times.... Not that theres anything wrong with dogs but.... They do tend to smell..... After a nice hot shower and shave, I'm quiet sure I can find something that will fit you until we can get you properly attired."

Tilting her head a bit, she let her emerald eyes glint up at him wickedly before continuing.

"And I promise not to pounce on you..... I do have my standards and I never seduce poor men who are on their last legs. I may be a demon but I do have my standards."

Giving him a wink and entwining her arm through his like it was a forgone conclusion that he would come along with her, the pretty little blond started to tug him forward.

"While you eat, you can tell me all about yourself and how you have come to be roaming our fair streets. Somethign tells me you have quiet a tale!"

[general]

Gods, his stomach practically made the decision for him as she mentioned food. He clenched his teeth at the gnawing clench in his midsection, determined to show nothing but disinterest on his face. It worked on early recruits when he needed to get away from stupid questions and foolish idolization, so perhaps it would happen here?

But…she wasn’t a soldier, was she? She was just a woman; not human, but a civilian. And she was offering him sustenance, unlike most of the people in the city.

Which immediately made his eyes narrow slightly in distrust. Why would she volunteer her night to be kind to him? Was she some kind of ‘recruiter’ herself? Back water worlds such as these carried stories with them; stories that told of slave trades, sick murderers, people captured for no reason but the entertainment of others. He was under enough stress, for the Gods’ sakes. He didn’t need to kill a room full of would-be captors and have it added to his already heavy conscience.

Then again, things didn’t always have to result in a fight, did they? What if the woman were actually offering assistance with no ulterior motive? In any case, he needed food, perhaps shelter…and, for all that was holy, a blessed shower. He was beginning to smell as rank as the dumpster he leaned on.

With the translator hissing in his ear, he squinted slightly, trying to understand her words. He’d have to do some repairs; perhaps she could help him with that as well.

And…wait, had she just said something along the lines of ‘jump him?’ Surprise flashed onto his face before it was covered up by the normal emotionless mask. And…wait, demon? He couldn’t help but blink at her curiously. In the end, basic necessity won out over paranoia.

“Any assistance that you could provide is greatly appreciated, marm,” He said with a small bow. Clasping his hands behind his back, he tried to make himself seem as harmless as possible, while trying not to bend over and start retching. Gods, his stomach hurt.

Another look of surprise fell onto his face as she wound her arm through his. Instantly, he felt his hackles rise and the urge to pull away was too much to bear. He stiffened up beside her, releasing his hand so she was holding a limp arm. But he couldn’t exactly push her away from him without insulting her, now could he? He needed food and shelter. If this was payment…why not swallow his hatred of physical contact?

It wasn’t like she was ‘jumping his bones,’ as she so quaintly put it. Not that she’d ever get the chance. There was a reason why most of his men liked to call him ‘The Monk.’

“Ah, there is not much to tell. I am just…passing through.” Ha, he wished. Still tensed beside her, he allowed himself to be led, eyes flickering over the darkened buildings around them. How strange this world was…so different from his own. “But I appreciate your help, marm. I don’t want to be any trouble…you live close by? Perhaps…we can trade stories.”

[Aislinn Mac Braire]

Come stand a little bit closer
Breathe in and get a bit higher
You'll never know what hit you when
I get to you

Oh dear. How very interesting. Aislinn didn't know whether to laugh or be offended as the man gave her a look filled with such disinterest that it had to be faked. Confusion reigned in his eyes even as he seemed to come to a resigned conclusion and allowed what he obviously considered as the insult of her touch. On some level, Aislinn knew it for what it was but it didn't bother her.

Lucky for them both.. The demon didn't insult easily. She'd had far, Far worse.

She could hear his stomach rumbling from where she stood and she wasted no time heading him off to find something that would quiet the monster in his belly. As they walked, she allowed her keen mind to go over her new companion curiously. Wasn't he just a walking, talking contradiction. His words said one thing but she could sense a whole lotta "I'd rather jump off the empire states building" attitude rolling off him. Evidently someone had forgotten to send her the memo that the world was going to hell in a hand basket and she was considered one of the worse sorts of creatures on earth.

Oh wait... She HAD gotten that one. Must have been the one about some fatal illness men could contract from her by simply a tough. That one was new because she'd always thought it took far FAR more than that for her to be able to harm someone. Besides which... He was immortal so surely he knew he had nothing to fear from little ol' her? It wasn't as if she could suck his life force dry when he himself had limitless time to draw from!

Shaking her head slightly, she glanced sideways at him and sighed. It was obvious that he was down on his luck and that was the one thing that Aislinn knew of from past experience. She herself had been there, done that and didn't care to have to do it again. Especially in these modern times. Stealing food and basic supplies wasn't easy by any means with all the new security and technology. He obviously didn't know his way around things and his pride wasn't letting him admit that if his stiff posture was anything to judge from.

Ok, definitely time for some innate chatter. The gods save her from prideful males. Pretending to be a witless female really wasn't her strong point.

"My name is Aislinn Mac Braire, by the way. I should probably have introduced myself back there but I sometimes forgot that common courtesy since most people know me around here. I live here in this cultured city of New Orleans.... Or at least, I've lived here for a few years. I have a house in Italy and a few other places but I spend the most of my time here since its easy to blend in. Plus, I have a huge walk in closet for all my shoes and clothing here... I do so love to shop."

Peeking at him from under her lashes, she pulled him into the little cafe that was just down the street from Screamers and laughed at his put upon expression. As she led him to a table in the back away from the crowd, she couldn't resist teasing him.

"Don't worry.... I won't make you count them all or iron my dresses... I'm not really into torture or cruel punishments."

Just then, a waitress approached and Aislinn beamed up at her.

"I'll have a bacon cheeseburger with french fries please? And a chocolate milkshake?" she said when the woman asked what they would be having.

Glancing back over the table, she frowned.

"My companion can have whatever he likes but I highly recommend the same!"