"S-Sorry!" The men quickly rushed out of the bar; it was obvious they had dealt with her before and would prefer not to again.
"Well, that was easy," Storm grumbled. He had actually been expecting to get a beating today. He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or not.
She sighed and went back to cleaning the bar,hands in her hips. "Bloody idiots,have a fucking bone to pick with everyone. Can't have one peaceful night." She sighed as she walked off with a pitcher of beer,refilling mugs and glasses.
Storm went back to sipping his Bloody Mary.
"Eh, it really was my fault. I need the crap beat out of me sometimes."
She shrugs. "I guess. What the hell did ya do?" She says as she comes back.
"I… said a few choice words about their choices in life." He chuckled to himself.
She rolled her eyes. "Idiot. You shouldn't do that."
"Why not? It was getting me what I wanted, wasn't it?" He downed his drink, setting the glass down.
"Ya mean you like being beaten to a bloody pulp? I mean I'm a masochist but…yeesh. What people will do for a thrill these days." She shook her head.
"Well, there aren't a lot of other ways I can really get people to hit me like that. All my past lovers have been pussys when it comes to hitting me, so I resort to picking fights."
"Weak." She rolls her eyes and walks off.
(yo yo)
Clara then came back. "As a Masochist ya just gotta find the right Dom. I haven't found the right one for me of course but just…really? Such cheap pleasure."
"Well, neither have I. No one is interesting in a sub like me." He pouted snarkily.
"Cheap pleasure is all I can get nowadays."
"Two lonely subs with a need to be in a bedroom with a Dom." She shrugs. "Good luck Twink." She passes you a drink. "That ones on me. Out of pity."
Storm rolled his eyes, but didn't refuse the offer. He takes it, downing it.
"Sometimes I wonder if there's a single decent Dom left who's single. And it's really, really hard to find female ones to boot."
"Ha! Right?" (And then you discover you like domming Clara) She rolls her eyes, purple eyes taking on a certain intrigued light to them as she looks at you, almost day dreamy until someone calls her name and she grabs a pitcher of beer and walks over.
(def.)
Storm watched her go. What he hadn't mentioned was that he was actually a Switch. People thought he was weird because of it. It was complicated. For some people, he wanted to be in control. For others, he wanted to be controlled. He watched her walk away, examining her.
She had a certain power to her. A very angry presence, a timid air of fright that surrounded her. Powerful. She had a LOT of attitude in her steps, confident in the way she moves. She knew she ran this bar and was damn proud of it. Some guy suddenly decides to grab her ass as she's pouring drinks, she whips around, and punches him in the face, knocking a tooth loose. She took shit, from NO ONE.
Clara was… Interesting, to say the least. Storm wouldn't actually mind screwing her, even if she only let him once.
Clara sighed as she came back and made some margaritas for some customers, shaking her hips in rhythem to the shaker as she turned around and put in some ice, served up the drinks, and walked off. She had quite the figure. Big, thick, and busty but also muscular and strong. Definitely spent time at the gym.
(HI!)
Storm watched, smirking. He liked what he saw.
(Idkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk)
She came back and looked at you. "Ya watching me? I ain't one for cheap thrills, so don't try your luck. Gonna pay for your drink or you gonna have another?" She asked, with a very No Shit attitude.
Storm sighed.
"I suppose I'll have another one," he said.