Anticipation

[Sublime]

The wind caressed the white chiffon fabric of a young woman’s flower print dress, her alabaster stems pumping away at the pedals of her Schwinn. The bicyclist wove in and out of the pedestrians as she traversed the side walk upon her trusty steed. A monstrous black gym bag was strung across her plump chest, bouncing on her hip as she worked. She wore a white helmet with a pair of cat ears on either side and a look of determination was painted across her doll like features. Suddenly her expression faltered and her combat boots were abruptly thrust to the ground, screeching comically as she stopped her vehicle. Shocking blue green eyes widened in helpless desire, staring longingly at the neon sign boasting the respite of liquid courage. She removed the helmet from her head and shook her nearly white blonde hair free.

She dismounted smoothly, rooting through her bag and retrieving her bike lock. The buxom beauty proceeded to secure her transport to the conveniently located bicycle depository and entered the quiet bar. The low lighting immediately calmed her raw nerves and she took a seat at the bar. Her eyes scanned the establishment, there was a decent gathering of patrons; regulars perhaps. An irresistible itch suddenly crawled up her spine, giggling gleefully she clutched the bar stool, and spun herself around once before again facing the bar. When she opened her emerald orbs, having closed them in her moment of childish glee, she found herself face to face with a rather scornful looking fellow with his arms crossed over his chest, “I.D.?”

Her features contorted in utter humiliation, “Uh-yeah, of course,” she bent down, her pearly tresses falling around her head as she riffled through her pack, “ah-hah!”

She bounced back into view and held her prize in the air victoriously. The energetic girl with platinum blonde hair then withdrew her identification card and presented it to the stone-like bartender. He read it, glanced from the bit of plastic to her and back again, “fine, what can I get you?”

She smiled hungrily, sliding her elbows onto the table and dropping her chin into her open palms, “ A Roy Roger? With extra cherries please!”

“A R-Roy… Roger?”

“Yeah a coke with grenadine…”

He raised an eyebrow, watching her momentarily as if waiting for her to proclaim her request a joke and ask for an alcoholic drink. However, she never withdrew her order and only returned his quizzical stare, as if to say ‘are you going to get that?’ He shook his head and dispersed to prepare her beverage.

When he returned he couldn’t help but ask, “why come to a bar for a soda?”

She chuckled and shaking her head she turned her attention to her drink. The bicyclist slid her tangerine lips over the straw of her pop and devoured a generous amount of syrupy goodness in one fell swoop. Finally she replied to the bartender, “well, I’m starting a new job; hopefully… saw this place on my way… And needed a drink… Can’t exactly have a beer, bad first impression, but needed to take the edge off and I’m a total fiend for sugar.”

She laughs lightly, sticking out her spongey pink tongue and tapping her cup for a refill.
(tbcb anybody)

[Ethan Hawke]

A young man with a red streak taps his fingers on the bar. He is in a complete suit and  He completely ignores the lovely, young woman for a moment as he stares daggers at the bartender. He slams his hand on the bar and the bartender's attention snaps to him.

"Who's leg do you have to hump to get a drink around here? I been sitting here being avoided for the last five minutes..."

The bartender turns to him and runs his fingers over his mustache.

"What'll it be?"

"Oh finally some service... I was starting to think you had to be a beautiful blonde to get an order taken... What a waste... I'll take a Coor's Light and those mountains better be damn near black with how long I have been standing here.."

The man rolls his eyes before going to the cooler and grabbing his drink. He pops the top off the bottle and hands it to the stranger.

"Here you go... Cold as the Andes..."

He adds some more under his breath.

"Dick..."

The man takes a sip and slides the disgruntled man the money for his order. He turns his attention to young woman in the floral dress. He licks his lips and fixes his hair.

"Well... Well... Well what do we have here?"

He winks.

"What's cooking good looking?"

 

[Sublime]

The blonde bombshell sucked her tangerine lips into her mouth and chewed them nervously as listened to the interaction between the two men. The energetic diva found them both most unnerving and was beginning to rethink her decision to enter this etablishment. She did her best to shrink herself away, hoping her silence would render her invisible to the man in the suit. Unfortunately, despite her efforts she could feel his eyes upon her, scanning her body. The tattooed beauty flinched uncomfortably as he addressed her, but did her best to hide her intimidation as she turned to face him with a pleasant smile painted across her doll-like features.

"Hello-" her emerald orbs suddenly widened with mixed recognition and fear as she realized who was addressing her.

"Oh wow... Um.. Ethan Hawke? Right?" Her voice was shrill due to her excitement and she pointed at him dumbfounded. The seasoned wrestler grinned proudly as the young female twitched uncomfortably upon her stool.

Crimson blushed across her porcelain cheeks and she pulled her hand back into her chest, "just grabbing a drink on my way to Eagle Vision... How about you?"

(tbcb Ethan Hawke)

[Ethan Hawke]

"is that excitement or nervousness I see? Don't worry beautiful I ain't gonna bite... Well Unless you ask me to."

Hawke chuckles and spikes the front portion of his hair up. He thinks about what she said.

"I take it you have heard of me. Trust me it is more hype than anything... Unless you get on my bad side..."

He stops and thinks for a moment. He does not exactly want to make a bad first impression, but at the same time he cannot lie about who he is or what he is about.

"So? Where you from?"

[Sublime]

She chuckled lightly, twilting her head back to gaze at the ceiling as she ran her fingers through her platinum blonde hair. Her tresses fell away from her shoulders,revealing an intricate purple flower tattoo climbing up the side of her swanlike neck. She couldn't believe she was actually socializing with a sucessful wrestler; how her life had changed. He was most definitely not as terrible as she had thought he would be, she might even go as far as to call him kind, "well, you are a bit intimidating and you don't have the best reputation, but you seem very nice to me. I would say it's a combination of fear and excitement."

Her stomach twirled, a wave of embarassment washing over her like a bucket of warm water being dumped over her head, "well, I hope I can avoid getting onto your bad side then."

Her eyes returned to him, blue green orbs sparkling as she grinned,"how does one end up on your bad side exactly?"

"I moved here from Livermore, just an hour away from here. My name's Bella Morte by the way."

She held her hand out to Ethan expectantly, tapping the top of her cup again with her other hand. The bartender rolled his eyes as he scooped up her glass and refilled it with carbinated goodness. He slid it into place in front of her and the blonde minx wrapped her lips around the straw and drank hungrily.

(TBCB Ethan Hawke)

[Ethan Hawke]

"Hmmm... Several different ways to get on my bad side Bella... Wow don't you worry more about staying on my good side?"

He winks and tilts his head. He wants another glimpse at the tattoo he briefly noted on her neck. He takes another swig from his bottle and laughs.

"Eh... When it comes to pretty women... Every man can let out his angel... Or devil depending on the situation. And from Livermore? Never been there... A Jacksonville native myself..."

He stares at the spot where her hair now covers the artwork for a moment.

"May I?"

[Sublime]

A Melodious laugh slipped from her lips and she gazed at Ethan Hawke mischievously, “how could I possibly avoid ending up on your bad side without knowing what not to do. Although, I suppose I am good girl and I wouldn’t do anything to upset you on purpose… Then again, I don’t know how you’ll feel about me once we start working together.”

A fresh blush tinged her cheeks at his comment “erm.. well… Thanks..” the hue deepened as she wondered momentarily what he meant by a man being a devil. She saw his eye drawn to her neck and her hand instinctively went to clutch it, as if expecting him to suddenly chomp onto her throat like a vampire. She watched as his hand raised from his side and he gently brushed her hand and hair away from her slender neck. She swallowed hard and let her hand fall limply beside her.

“yeah… sure…”

As the veil of pale blonde hair is pulled away an intricate design of maroon colored roses comes into view.

[Ethan Hawke]

He takes his time studying the very well sculpted area. The way the light bounces off her skin and the way the ink settled is like a master piece of marble to him. He cannot help, but lick his lips as he continues to look over the area. His breath cool on her as he exhales slowly.

"Beautifully done... I am seriously considering getting something done myself... I'm considering some sleeves."

He looks at the way her neck leads toward her lower jaw and again licks his lips. "What am I Edward Cullen," he thinks to himself, "I'm staring at her neck like a freaking vampire.". He covers his mouth to try and hide the gesture that is going on. His words echoing in his mind, "When it comes to pretty women... Every man can let out his angel... Or devil depending on the situation.". He rolls his eyes as he continues the inner monologue. "How true those words are," he thinks, "too damn true.". Involuntarily his had slowly trails up her spine and he continues to 'take a look' at her 'artwork'.

"Should I move?"

[Sublime]

As his cool breath caressed her throat a shiver travelled up her back and caused the hair on her neck to stand on end. Her blue green orbs widened and she clutched the sides of her stool, her knuckles turning white. The blonde beauty did her best to prevent her voice from quivering upon her reply “T-thank you. Perhaps I can refer you to my tattoo artist, he’s very talented and located right here in concord.”

Out of the corner of her eye she spied his tongue gliding across his lips, licking his chops like a hungry animal, before covering his mouth with his hand. Another tremor of trepidation swept across her body, she was beginning to feel like a rabbit, about to be devoured by the big bad wolf. Suddenly she felt a hand creeping up her spine, she did her best not to shake the intruder loose, “n-no… I- Um…”

Her eyes darted away from Ethan and she grinned nervously at the bar floor, “I don’t really know what to say. You’re very nice… Despite the way I’ve seen you act with other wrestlers….B-but” She looked utterly bewildered. Her eyes were wide like an animal staring down oncoming traffic, her cheeks boiling, and a thin layer of sparkling perspiration had broken out on her forehead. The tattooed beauty didn’t know what to do with herself. After all, she had just met this fellow. Hell he didn’t even know her name.

(tbcb Ethan)

[Ethan Hawke]

All at once he returns to his senses and takes a slow step back. He stares at her for a moment and shakes his head. "What was I thinking," he thinks to himself, "I have never been this eager before what the fuck?". He involuntarily licks his lips again, a large part of him is wanting to act like the big bad wolf and eat her up. He takes a slow breath and decides to try a more tactful approach. He takes another swig from his beer and wipes the excess from his lips.

"Would you be opposed to sitting at a table and talking? The italian guy over there is eye balling me hardcore."

He nods toward the bartender.

"By the way... Is Bella Morte just for work or is that your actual name?"

[Sublime]

With some space between the two of them Bella instantly relaxed, despite the thoughtful stare he was giving her. His tongue absent mindedly swept across his mouth again and the tattooed beauty nibbled on her lower lip nervously, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was getting herself into trouble by befriending him. The blonde subconsciously followed his example, gripping her glass and swallowing the remainder of her soda pop.

“I wouldn’t mind at all... I’m enjoying getting to know you,” she smirked at the last part of his request, glancing at the bartender whom glared back at her disapprovingly. A small part of her was tempted to stick her tongue out at him, he really was being quite unprofessional, but if she ordered another drink she wasn’t interested in any extra ingredients being added to her beverage. Instead, she gave him an apologetic expression before glancing back at Ethan and flashing a pleasant smile. She then deposited her empty glass on the bar and began sauntering over to the table, “it’s just for work. My name’s Elizabeth.”

She gazed back, “I’m glad we ran into each other. You’ve made this transition much smoother for me.”

Miss Morte slid into one of the seats and glanced up at the dashing male wrestler expectantly, “do you always make friends so easily?”
(tbcb Ethan Hawke)

[Ethan Hawke]

"Not really... I tend to rub people the wrong way... I been called egotistical... Vile... Self-absorbed... You name it..."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "I think I was wrong," he thinks to himself, "someone does out shine me. I wonder what she is wearing under that dre... STOP IT!". He shakes the thought away for a moment and picks some lint of his shoulder. He looks at her again his eyes falling on of all thing, of course, he is a guy it has to be her chest for a least a second.  He quickly re-aligns his sights and looks into those beautiful eyes of her's.

"Elizabeth... And of course my real name is Ethan..."

His eyes slowly study every inch he can see while imagining what he cannot. "I'm so going to Hell," he thinks, "she is really making me want to say fuck being in public and try something now.". He again licks his lips as he taps his fingers on the table. He tries to take his mind off the deviant thoughts in his head by continuing the conversation.

"So... Would you believe this is my first time in this area? Hell this is my first time in the states for almost a year..."

He takes a slow breath and gauges her reaction.

"And would you like another drink?"

[Deleted]

The sound of another conversation can be heard as the Samurai of EVPW walks up to Bella Morte and Ethan Hawke, beside him is his wife Kazue, both wearing kimonos and Pyro has his sword at his waist.

Chris:
Well, if it isn't the highly spoken of Bella Morte in the flesh.

Chris and Kazue walk past Ethan, hardly offering him a glance of recognition. Chris offers his hand out to the EVPW Rookie.

Chris:
Canadian Samurai, Chris Pyro. This here is Kazue Makoto. You new to these parts?

[Sublime]

“Well… You’re not rubbing m-.. erm.. I like you, you don’t seem vile to me.”

She found his gaze quite unnerving, as if she were a rare specimen beneath a microscope. However, she couldn’t help but find a miniscule bit of humor in the sight of him primping himself nervously; she found him quite endearing actually. Although it didn’t take long for his eyes to wander back to her body and her cheeks flushed as she realized her was staring at her chest. Of course, he caught himself quickly enough, Elizabeth giggled thoughtfully to herself.

“Wow, how wonderful, I’ve actually never left California. Would you be opposed to telling me about your travels?” She leaned in, crossing her arms in front of her on the table and beaming with excitement.

“Oh yes. I’ll actually have a beer. It looks like I’ll be here longer than I had originally planned.”

Suddenly their little conversation was interrupted by an awe inspiring couple clad in kimonos. Her mouth dropped of its own accord and she stared for a moment in wonder. Finally the tattooed beauty shook her mind awake,” me.. you… you’re Chris Pyro.”

She grinned and stood from her seat, taking the warrior’s hand in hers, “it’s a pleasure to meet you Sir. I don’t know if you noticed, but I am actually currently joined by our fellow wrestler; Ethan Hawke.”

Being the optimistic girl that she was, it hadn’t crossed her mind at all that The Canadian Samurai would have ignored her companion on purpose. She moved out of the way and gestured to her seated friend before turning her attention to Pyro’s beautiful wife and curtsying gracefully, “Mrs. Kazue.”

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The Samurai looked over at Ethan Hawke when Bella mentioned him, a rather unimpressed look fell over the warriors face as he looked the man up and down.

Chris:
Yes, I am aware of Ethan Hawke. I have seen some of his exploits while in Japan, and never felt too impressed by him.

Chris turns his gaze back to Bella as she curtsies to his wife. He smiles at her show of respect and notices Kazue blushing at being called "Mrs."

Kazue:
No need to be so formal, you may call me Kazue. Me and my husband have heard good things about you and look forward to seeing if what they say about you is true. May we join you?