OPEN LOG - I'm a cowboy. On a steel horse I ride.

[manofthenorth]

Who: Eric Northman and assorted paying guests
When: Saturday, March 24th, Sirens-Dawn
Where: Fangtasia bar and nightclub
Summary: Fangtasia open log - Cowboys and Indians night.
Warnings: Added to comment headers


[ Welcome to Fangtasia.
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Comments

[the_dead_pool2]

[ Wearing this Deadpool approaches her table, and lifts his hat in greeting.]

M'aam. Strange to see a purty flower like yourself all by your lonesome, dontcha have yourself an escort?

[controllingluck]

[Oh my, look what just found her. The girl blinked up at him first, surprised by his choice of costume, then giggled softly, smiling a large and merry smile.]

Perhaps I do have an escort, good sir. Perhaps I am just enjoying some time away from him? [Which is to say, no, she came alone, cus she wanted to.]

I like your outfit.

[the_dead_pool2]

Mmmmm, don't think so. Any man who wasn't sly wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off ya, even if he was on the other side of the club.

[He grins]

Thank ya kindly.

[controllingluck]

[She chuckled. It wasn't exactly rare that men flirted with her, even if they were joking. It was more that it was rare for her to be in a club to begin with. His lines were cheesy, but a lot of fun]

You are far to kind, cowboy. I do admit, I came by myself. But I only came to people watch.

[the_dead_pool2]

[Its a cowboy and indian squaredance, cheese is the medium he is working with here]

Don't mean thats all you have to do. Bet you could have a whole mess of fun dancing, tearing up the floor there.

[Girls on the dance floor was a good thing, in his opinion]

[controllingluck]

[Oh you... she doesn't dance. Not really. BUt she keeps smiling up at him]

But what if it is all I would like to do? Besides, I'm not a very good dancer. I don't even know how to dance like that.

[the_dead_pool2]

You can do whatever makes you happy, darlin'. Thats alright, I could give you an impromptu lesson, if yer hankerin' for it.

[Dancing wasn't that hard for him, most things physical weren't.]

[controllingluck]

[She glanced off to those dancing. The weird dance or not, there was a lot of dancing going on around here. She looked back to the strange Newcomer and told herself that if she didn't have a vague idea who he was, she might not have bothered to say]

Well, I suppose it can't hurt to give new things a try. [Though she looekd a little skeptical.] I'll warn you now, I'm nothing but bad luck. [a bad joke, even if only she understood her words]

[the_dead_pool2]

Thats the spirit!

[He laughs at her statement, his entire life was bad luck]

Thats alright, I'm bad luck myself, and if I remember the little math I actually did, two negatives make a positive, right?

[controllingluck]

You never know. I could be more bad luck then you can handle.

[Oh she couldn't believe she was doing this. With the thoughts of good luck given to this man so he wasn't effected by her curse, she stood, dusting off her skirt a bit with one hand, finishing her drink with two sips and sitting it down, then holding her hands out to the side, as if to present herself before chuckling]

I guess there could be worse things then trying to dance with strangers.

[the_dead_pool2]

Oh my, got a real fire cracker here, eh?

[A couple of dances would do them no harm, after all]

Well sure, you could get a rat in your boot, or try skydiving and forget a parachute.

[He puts his arm out in the customary fashion of those escorting ladies to the dance floor. He might be a bit off in the head, but he remembered a few of the basic things still. ]

Shall we?