Draven was really, really glad that he had found a pilot willing to take him to Vegas quickly. Apparently, having the last name of one of the most influential people in the modern world helped. Even if he had no idea who the man was. He had gotten an expensive hotel room, and was currently chilling on the couch, drinking Ginger Beer. It was never a good idea to get drunk on a mission; he knew that from experience.
((It's even funnier 'cause Lyle is actually from another rp(tho in that one, Canary and him are older and actually have a thing going), and his last name is Wolfe in that))
Canary wrapped up the poker game she was in as her phone went off, a notification from a contact of hers that Draven was finally here. Fun. Now three hundred dollars richer, and with a gold watch that wasn't hers strapped to her wrist, she stood from the table, winking flirtily at the dealer before turning away and pulling out her phone. A few minutes later, she was calling the landline in Draven's hotel room.
(gasps Maybe that's whose last name Draven stole!)
When Draven got the call, he had to close his eyes so that he wouldn't throw the phone against the wall and smash it. "What do you want?" He asked through clenched teeth.
"It's like ya knew who it was 'fore I even spoke." Canary quipped, leaning against the bar as she pressed her phone to her ear. She signaled the bartender, but stuck with a soda, knowing she needed as clear a head as she could get. "I got somethin' o' yours, don' I?"
Draven closed his eyes, clenching his jaw so hard his teeth ached. "I think you already know the answer to that question," he said, voice shaking with suppressed rage.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Canary's panic from yesterday didn't show in her voice at all. In fact, nothing did. Beyond just her usual casual demeanor, she almost sounded…empty. "Meet me a' the Lucky Cat, an' I might just give it back."
“Might?” Draven’s lips tightened. “I want a definite answer, or I’m not going. And I could tell the headmaster that you shot his star pupil.”
"Go ahead an' tell 'im." Canary said, her voice never changing. "At this point, tha' school's given me all it can. Maybe it's about time I go rogue, do my own thing. Anyway, if ya ever wanna see that blasted rock again, I guess I'll see ya." With that, she hung up, taking a long drink of her soda and considering switching to something more alcoholic.
“Argh!” Draven yelled. She had hung up on him. Seething, he picked up the phone and threw it at the wall. It made a thunk sound, and bits of plaster fell from the walls. The phone remained intact, though, and that made him even angrier. It was like he could do nothing to her, instead damaging himself.
Canary shook her head, stepping away from the bar and heading joining a new poker game. She had time to kill and apparently, cash to spare. For once in her life. Maybe I'll stay here. I'm decent at this.
Finally, with a groan, Draven stopped throwing things around. He would go. He would get where she was staying and strangle her in her sleep. And say that it was a trafic accident. He changed into tight jeans, an even tighter T-shirt and his leather jacket, he left, to the place she had told him to go.
Canary's emptiness was filled fairly quickly, with the thrill of betting and winning, and the general atmosphere of the table she was playing at. An actual light and carefree smile was on her face, if slightly mischievous, notably different somehow from her usual expressions. "C'mon James, folding again?"
Draven stepped into the casino. He smirked at a couple of girls, who swooned. He saw her and moved towards her, soon followed by a gaggle of starstruck females.
"Looks like someone's got company. How'd you get a guy chasin' after you like that?" Dom, one of the men she'd been playing with for a while, said as he motioned over her shoulder.
Canary snorted, the mask sliding back into place as she placed her cards down, followed by groans as everyone realized she'd won yet again. "Tha's what bein' a Shark is about." The reference made Dom roll his eyes, but he shot her a grin.
Draven raised an eyebrow. “Chasing after her? Why? Do people actually want an ogre like that?”
"I'd watch your mouth, boy." Dom warned, lifting his eyes to give Draven a look.
Canary snorted, waving dismissively. "He ain' wrong. Not a whole lot here t' chase after, 'cept this." With that, the wetstone was suddenly in her hand.
Draven simply smiled at Dom, but his eyes were deadly. When she pulled the stone out, his fingers twigged, but he made no move to grab the small stone.
(Twitched, damnit.)
Canary apparently seemed in no hurry to even turn around and look at him as she set the stone down on the table, using a finger to push it into the pile of money and things that the players had bet. "You want your rock? Come an' play for it."
Draven rolled his eyes. “Or what? You’re well aware that I can just grab it right now and leave. And if you try to stop me,” He leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. “…I will kill you,” he whispered.
"I wish ya the best o' luck tryin'. You ain't the first t' use that threat." Canary commented, ignoring the twinge of fear, not from his words, but memories, in her chest. She turned her head, leaving their faces incredibly close as she raised an eyebrow. "Wouldn' ya love t' beat me at yet another thing?" She asked, poking at the ego she knew he had, and pairing it with his hate for her.
“I can already beat you at almost everything,” Draven said, leaning on the table and staring at her with amusement in his eyes. “Why should I try when I will most likely beat you at this?” And he wanted to, so bad… but he was, truthfully, awful at the game and had no idea how to play it.
"Because givin' up means an instant win for me." Canary said simply, never removing her eyes from his. Matching eyes, in a nice color. Lucky bastard.
“Does it though? Because if I never play, I never lose.” He sent her one of his knee-weakening smirks, though he knew that it wouldn’t work on her.
"And yet, ya never win, either." Canary shrugged a shoulder, obviously unaffected by the smirk as she turned back to the rest of the table, snatching the cards to deal. Her fellow players watched the two with obvious fascination and slight apprehension. "And ya win this way, I never take the damn thing again. Thief's honor."