They Will Not Control Us [Alistair]

[Headmistress Destie]

Destie got bored of her work at the school. She felt like she needed to get out and do something that wasn't work or war stuff. What better than to forget about everything by going out to a bar and drinking the night away. She couldn't think of anything better. It was kind of perfect in every way. Drinking, that is. It relaxed the mind and made her completely not care about her actions. Not that she exactly cared before hand either. This just gave an excuse to why she acted a certain way.

She wasn't exactly here to get drunk though. Although that would help her on her actual quest because the more she got people to buy her the better. She was here to seduce someone. It had been about a full day since she last had and that was just simply way too long. She walked into the bar with her heals and skimpy clothing. Not just anyone would be able to get this. You had to be important. And definitely hot. There was no way she would even want to seduce someone way below her. Call her stuck up, but that was her thoughts.

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[ALISTAIR Prince RAVENSDALE]

Three days. It had been that long since Alistair had moved into this exceptionally remote town. His office had been set up perfectly, with the building's penthouse as his private rooms. He had finished redecorating and all the word required of him (mostly signing forms and such) and was in process of hiring some new staff. He was bored; one could only do menial work for so long, and with redecorating done, he was no longer amused. He decided to check out the town.
It was interesting enough, with the homely feel that most places that aren't cities have. As it got dark, though, he knew that this quaint little place's aura wasn't enough for him. He asked some stranger for the nearest bar, and was directed towards a little place on a lake.
The atmosphere was perfect; small and cozy with the faint smell of beer permeating the place. Most importantly, there was a chick at the barstool. Damn, he thought, if all small towns have girls like this, I don't think I'd mind them so much. Casual and confidant, he sat down beside her, taking in her shape with a sideways glance. A ten, definitely. "Hey, barkeep. A beer over here." He turned to her with a slightly sleezy smile. "And for you?"

[Headmistress Destie]

Well that didn't take very long at all. Destie knew it wouldn't be long before some guy came over and hit on her. Normally she would push those guys away. She didn't like being hit on. She liked doing the hitting on. She cocked her head to the side and she could feel the knife between her breasts. She never left home without that little gem. She needed a means of protecting herself should there not be a power around good enough to do the job. She couldn't risk not being able to sense and steal someone's powers at the ready.

She gave the man a smile. He was good to look at. He had that in his favor right now at least. He should feel privileged he wasn't on the ground bleeding and in immense pain. "A Passion Fruit Mojito, please."

[/b] She told the bar tender before turning back to the dark haired beauty that she sat down next to him. "Aren't you an adorable little thing. So tell me. What's your name."[/b] She cooed to him with a sweet voice. Destie could be the meanest bitch you would ever encounter, or she could be so sweet you'll get diabetes after one night with her. It depended on her mood.
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[ALISTAIR Prince RAVENSDALE]

The chick - lady, he had to at least attempt to think about her properly. This wasn't the city! The lady seemed to be comfortable in the bar, at least as much as he felt. Maybe she wasn't so much a small-town girl after all, something he quietly prayed for. You could get away with anything with city girls, but small town ones always seemed to be so damn guarded.
Her flirting - along with her scandalous outfit - was hinting that perhaps she was once a city girl. Or close enough for him. After all, she was hot, and as into him as any chick aught to be.
Her flirting style was one he hadn't come across in awhile. Headstrong and probably feminist, he could guess she was the domineering type. Well, Alistair wasn't going to say no to that. She could act like whatever she wanted, and he would follow, so long as it ended up with her in his bed at the end of the day. "Alistair. Just moved here. Would you mind showing me the ropes?" He put on a slightly more innocent and less lust-demon face. Girls who liked to be in charge wanted the men to follow, and follow he would. "And your name?" A challenge, she might be, but Alistair was never the kind to back down from a challenge.

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[Headmistress Destie]

So he was new then? Those were the best to find. They didn't know much of what was going on and didn't need to. Destie knew everything that happened in the town of Carford and she wanted to keep it that way. She liked her position of authority over the town. She even had Cassandro in her hands at some points. She liked it. She liked the feeling and she wasn't going to lose it. "Of course, sweet cheeks."

[/b] Destie told him with a wink. "But I don't think that's the only thing you want me to show you, now is it?"[/b] Destie teased. That was how you did it. Catch their eye. Reel them in. Capture them. Worked for almost any type of situation.

"My name is Veronique Destie Gray. But most just call me Destie."[/b] She decided to leave off her title of headmistress. It wasn't important at the moment. She wanted to know what he was first. "So... why did you move here? A job?"[/b] She offered as bait before placing her hand gently on his knee. Reel them in. It was all about touch.
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