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[ Upon hearing the creak of the restroom door, Grell's head snaps up.

Pretty red hair mussed, eyeliner smeared, and top torn, she imagines that she must be an unnerving sight - especially out of breath as she is, and bent over an unconscious stranger bleeding from the head.

She stills, meeting the newcomer's eyes. ]

Lock the door behind you, mm?

[ It's said almost casually, and though it might be posed as a request, that clearly isn't the case. She's alert enough that she may be ready to turn on said newcomer next!

In fact, she's expecting that she'll have to. Seeing the other man seated at the bar earlier, he didn't seem to be particularly friendly - perhaps, even uncertain of the company at this particular club.

Yes, she remembers well, because she'd initially ignored him for it. As handsome as he is, she can't be bothered with a man that is unsure of what he wants! That's what she thought, but now, that may be her downfall. ]

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I will admit to being very selective.

How about yourself, then? You don't seem like you'd be nearly as particular. Yet, you wanted nothing to do with a man who was obviously interested.

[ He glances to the restrooms where a security guard is lugging the half conscious man out. ]

[ Grell scoffs into her drink whilst finishing it off. She sets the glass aside. ]

Darling, he was interested in humiliating a-- freak of nature, as he put it.

[ Oh. That gets William's eyes to narrow dangerously. ]

And yet he comes to a place such as this?

[ His cold glare watches as the guard tosses the man out onto the sidewalk. While his voice was rather bland before, it now holds an icy tinge of disgust. ]

[ A brow faintly quirks in interest, as Grell watches him more closely! ]

Yes, well, queer folk can be just as prejudiced as the rest. Unfortunately.

[ Reaching into her back pocket, she pulls out the man's ID, which she had pilfered from his pockets. ]

He, however, won't be putting his hands on another lady.

[ She taps his address with a smirk, before pocketing it again. Just in case he gets the idea to take it from her! ]

Disgusting, really.

[ Grell slips the card away before William can focus on the address (the dim lighting of the bar doesn't help much either.) It causes him to huff and furrow his brow, but her little insinuation that it won't be over for the man as him more intrigued by this woman than he was moments before. ]

What are you planning, then?

I think you know.

[ Leaning in closer, her tongue hooks over one of her canines as she chuckles. They're unnaturally pointy. Feral. ]

Why don't you join me, hm? Show me how a seasoned hobbyist works.

[ Regarding his drink for a moment, he finally looks up to her again. He's always worked alone. This could be his undoing. And there's something about that risk he finds very enticing. ]

Fine.

[ Finishing off his drink, he fishes out some money from his wallet, sliding over enough for both their drinks and a tip. Then rising from his stool, he extends a hand to his soon-to-be partner. ]

Shall we?

[ At his agreement, she sits up straight, highly alert as she watches his next moves-- as though she can't believe what she's heard! Once he offers his hand to her, though, her face brightens as she accepts his hand, her smile beaming. ]

It would be my pleasure.

[ Calming herself to stand more gracefully, she bats her lashes at him over her shoulder as she heads for the door! ]

[ William pulls up to the address and cuts the engine. The windows of the man's home are dark and now vehicle occupies the carport. It can be assumed he lives alone. Good.

Seeing as they may have awhile to wait, William pulls a pack of cigarettes from his jacket's inner pocket and lights one up. ]

We'll see if he makes it home, at all. The prick's likely to get nicked if doesn't keep his mouth shut.

[ Unbuckling her seatbelt, Grell leans over to take a look for herself. She doesn't seem at all bothered by the cigarette, simply paying it no mind. ]

You think so? The majority don't seem to care as much as we do.

[ Though, that gets her to shoot a glance William's way, a hint of gratitude to her smile. ]

[ His heavy sigh is accompanied by a plume of smoke that holds a hint of menthol to its scent. ]

Part of the problem, unfortunately.

[ Eyes briefly closing as she nods wholeheartedly in agreement, her thoughts are interrupted, exhaling a pleasurable hum. ]

Mortality be damned, I've always loved the smell of those.

[ Reaching back into his pocket, he retrieves the pack to offer her one. ]

A habit I probably should have never picked up. Though, compared to the risk involved in this, [ He nods towards the house. ] it hardly holds any water.

[ Grell raises a hand, shaking her head with a smile; a polite decline! ]

Oh, I typically don't partake. Though, I do enjoy the taste.

[ Tongue poking through her teeth just so, she cants her brows at William saucily. ]

Could you imagine if my voice were to develop any deeper? Goodness, my lady-like appeal would be the one we bury!

[ He tucks the pack away again. ]

Plenty of women have deep voices. However, it can also lend a great deal to androgynous appeal, as well.

[ He glances to her, not checking her out in a vulgar manner, but giving each of her features some intrigued attention. ]

[ Now, this is the sort of attention she could appreciate. Watching him until he meets her eyes again, she hums in consideration - and then, reaches to pluck the cigarette from his lips to take a drag, exhaling slowly whilst savouring the flavor, before she leans over and offers to replace it. ]

Perhaps it couldn't hurt, every now and then.

[ It's a wonder to him how sexy one can be while they have a cigarette held between their lips. As she holds it out to him, his fingers join her own in grasping it. Pulling her arm towards him, he takes a drag before fully retrieving it. ]

I'd find it incredibly beautiful.

[ Of course, now she's been pulled awfully close, and her eyes are still stuck on him! Withdrawing her freed hand, she absentmindedly places the nail of her forefinger between her grinning teeth, her lashes batting at him while her brain whirrs back into gear. ]

You're quite convincing, I must say.

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I have no reason to lie.

[ Taking the last hit from his cigarette, he tosses the butt from the window. ]

I don't believe I asked your name.

[ Something about that has her chuckling! ]

Grell. And yours?

[ In the meanwhile, she's making herself more comfortable in her seat while facing him. ]

William T. Spears.

[ It may have been a better play to give a false name. He doesn't know just how much he can trust this woman, after all. But as he just said, he's not one to lie. And keeping up a front is far more difficult than simply choosing what true information you make available. Plus, he's fortunate enough to have a very common name. ]

That is quite a unique name you have. Easy to remember.

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[ The fact that he gives his full name is not lost on her. It would make sense for this to be a case of weaving a lie and overextending - but this man is an odd bird, to say the least, so it may very well be his birth name! Her grin is lopsided, clearly amused. ]

I'd like to think that the same holds true for my identity as a whole!

[ Raking her fingers into her hair, she gives him a wink! ]

From what you've shown me so far, yes.

[ A taxi pulls up across the street, dropping off a drunken and highly peeved man. He seems to be searching his wallet for the driver's payment. Then some loud cursing begins before the cab speeds off, the driver obviously not pleased with losing his fare. ]

[ With a pleased little croon, she's about to reply-- until the scene plays out before them. Eyes turning to William, she's got a wicked grin. ]

Well, Mister William T. Spears, I want to assure you that I never meant to imply you are anything but a man of your word. In fact, it is my sincere hope that you are, for I am very much looking forward to our plans this evening.

I hope you understand that I won't tolerate any betrayal. So I sincerely hope you are trustworthy, as well.

[ The cold look he gives her serves as a secondary warning. ]

We should wait until he's settled and no longer on edge. Better yet, asleep.