Dangerous Liaisons (Charlie, Open?)

[Lilah Wolfe]

Lilah exited the car, looking over her shoulder at Charlie to make sure he was following. Not that she thought he wouldn't. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that would drive all the way to a place, then run off right after exiting the car. She opened the door to the empty area of the building, and she could hear the music from the nightclub area resounding through the room. There was a private bar area in the room, and she walked to it, taking two glasses from under it, and pouring rum into her's. She wasn't quite sure what he wanted yet.

She didn't really know why exactly she'd brought this guy she'd just met back to the headquarters of her Gangster Father's operation, but she did. Lilah wasn't sure of how her own mind worked sometime. The one thing she was sure of, is that she didn't like him. She downed the shot, trying not to let the burning sensation bring up a cough. She turned her head to make a slight gagging face before turning back around to face Charlie.

"So then, Chuckie. What'll it be? We've got plenty here." She asked him, looking around the stores of alcohol that her father kept around. She still wanted to cough because of the alcohol, but how relentlessly would she be teased if she did do that? She didn't want to take anyone to the hospital. That wouldn't be beneficial. That would be exactly the opposite.

Now she was going to figure out why he was paying her so much attention if he quote unquote "Didn't like her".

[Charlie Potts]

Getting out of the car, he locked the doors and meandered over to where she was waiting, his pale blue eyes taking in the view of the run-down building before him; so this was the infamous "Wolf's Den"? He chewed on the inside of his cheek, cocking his brow and shrugging, not looking too overly impressed by the sight - he'd seen better dumps, but he'd also seen worse. Following along in the blonde's wake, he stowed his hands into the pockets of his leather bomber jacket, keeping an even pace with his companion for this evening.

He heard the music, and automatically assumed they were going to the nightclub. However, he was surprised to find that this wasn't the case, as Lilah led the way towards a more secluded part of the sector. Entering the small, deserted bar area, his eyes roved over the space before he leaned against the oak counter of the bar casually. He smirked as he watched the young woman make her way around to the opposite side of the bar - his gaze fixed momentarily on her um, charms? Glancing up, his eyes meeting hers, he pondered her question - all the while cringing at the name she had called him by. Was it time to introduce her to Chip? Or would that be worse?

"Something strong...surprise me", he responded, grinning at her and shaking some of his straw-colored hair from his eyes.

Looking around once more, he couldn't help but wonder why she'd brought him here instead of the nightclub; after all, hadn't they just come from a boring pub? This led him to wonder if she was game for some real fun - if that was the case, then Xavier's car was already his, for sure. Then again, the girl was crafty, and regardless of the obvious tension that had existed between them back at the Poison Apple, it had been made clear by both of them that they didn't like each other. It seemed he'd have to be wise around this one; keep his wits about him.

"So, you live here?", he began, eyeing her again. "Not bad. Every night must be like a party for you."

[Lilah Wolfe]

Lilah gave a slight smirk. "Something strong? As you wish." She told him, chuckling silently to herself. She grabbed a bottle of Everclear and poured it in the shot glass. "I'm pretty sure you know what this is. Any badass of your caliber would have had it loads of times." She said, rolling her eyes in the process. She found herself secretly hoping that he wouldn't be able to hold the strong drink. She needed some entertainment, and seeing the man either puking or stumbling around everywhere would make her night.

"Well, not exactly. I don't really go out to the club that often. It's not really my idea of a party to get hit on by drunk guys that are having a mid-life crisis. Plus, I'm too busy in the office to have a 'party' every night. That's why I go off to the Poison Apple. It's a club away from the club." She shrugged. She never really talked about her life that much. She kept it pretty shallow when she did too. There was no reason to shove life down people's throats. She hated it, so she would return the favor to others.

"But please, by God. Enough about me. I despise talking about myself. Other than your name and the fact that you don't like me," She paused, a smirk crossing her features. "I don't really know that much about you. So, Charlie, tell me more about yourself." She said, propping her elbows up on the bar and leaning foward. Basically she was only trying to get the attention off herself. "But try to make it fast. I'm not that interested in your life story." She let out a small laugh. She poured herself a shot of Everclear. She could tell this was going to be a fun night.

[Charlie Potts]

"Oh yeah? Try me."

He watched as she poured the clear liquid evenly into the shotglass before pushing it towards him across the counter. Admiring her skill, he held the tiny glass in his hand and the smell caught him instantly. Oh, she really must have been looking for some real "fun" if she was serving him that. Smirking, as though to signify that the silent game they were playing was on, he winked at her.

"I haven't had this shit in a long time. Nice choice, Princess", he praised her, grinning as he brought the shot to his lips before adding. "Though, if you wanted to get me drunk, all you had to do was say."

With that, he tipped the contents back, downing the small shot and instantly feeling the burn in his throat that he had been expecting. He couldn't help but make a face as it slid down into the pit of his stomach. Man, he forgot how strong this stuff was! He blinked a couple of times as his eyes began to water, but managed to compose himself again after a moment, smirking over at Lilah as she poured herself a shot. He listened to her explanation that she didn't go to the club much, which seemed fair enough if she had crap to do. Then, she turned the questions onto him and he raised his brows, rolling his eyes and seating himself on one of the stools.

"Eh. There's nothin' to know except that I'm not the most friendly of people - you'll have gathered that by now of course", he began, shrugging. "I live on my own, got family in the village. I'm a mechanic over at Maurice's garage. You may or may not have heard of the place...he's an old friend, sort of like an uncle. His daughter's pretty cool too. But as for the rest of the people in this city? Pft, what a waste of bloody time if you ask me. I only care about myself, so you and I aren't so different in that respect, Missy."

[Lilah Wolfe]

Lilah nodded in approval, as he seemed to know what the alcohol was, as she figured he did. She added a smirk as he said she only needed to ask him to get drunk. Two could play at that game. "Fine, if that's the case. Get hammered, please. I'd find it highly amusing." She added a laugh on the end of the sentence. She watched as he downed the shot, his eyes watering as her swallowed the substance. "Ha. Is that a little bit strong there, dear?" She said with a look of complete satisfaction.

She downed her shot, and it only effected her for a moment. She let out a little cough and tried to pass it off as nothing. "Mm. Good stuff." She said with a grimace on her face. How can this stuff be enjoyed? She was only a casual drinker, but no way she was going to back down in front of this guy. She poured him and herself another glass. She downed that. Even after two glasses she could feel her mind starting to get fuzzy. She glanced down at the bottle. It read: 95% alcohol. Damn

"Of course." She muttered under her breath as he mentioned something about not being friendly. She had to suppress laughter when he mentioned Maurice and his daughter. Little did he know that Belle was being kept here. Oh irony. How sweet it was. "I care about other people. Just not people that are still living" She shrugged after she said that. "But you're right about the rest of the people. I don't care about them. If I didn't have to spend on more day on Faraway Island, I wouldn't. All the people are so fake and washed up." She scowled. Everyone acted as if they were the eighth wonder of the world. It was disgusting.

She poured another shot of Everclear, but left it sitting there. She wasn't ready for that to go down her throat yet.