"Dinner's Ready, Honey!"

Bass Clef Club

Bass Clef is a fair sized Jazz club with the lighting dimmed so that the booths and tables along the back and side walls of the cafe area are slightly shadowed and more private. Eight booths line the bricked walls, four on each side of the club. To get up into the booths there is a single step so that they are not on the same level as the rest of the floor. The walls are decorated with posters from past and upcoming events and entertainers. Several cafe-style tables have been set up in the center of the club with two to four chairs surrounding each. Closer to the bar there are taller tables, being close to forty-four inches in height so that someone could stand next to it and rest their elbows upon them as they leaned in against them.

Across from the large wooden door that is the entrance, there is a very short stage comprised of black marble. In the center of the stage is a grand piano, and enough room for the remainder of the jazz-band to set up. The stage is normally lit up with a spotlight, making it the most illuminated area in the entire club.

Settled on the right wall is the bar. The lights around the bar don't seem to be as dim as those in the rest of the club, but the lighting is still very low in order to keep the atmosphere of the rest of the establishment. Behind the bar the wall is done up in aqua-colored tile before the shelving for the various types of beverages; including soda. A door behind the bar presumably leads to the kitchen and storage areas.

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The evenings in Dallas are still warm, but you can tell that fall is coming. It is a bit windy tonight, not the shivering cold kind of windy but a warm breeze after a beautiful and romantic autumn day, just like any poet would describe it. The sun just managed to hide behind the horizon and the street lamps create small spots of cold light.
The Oak Cliff night crowd consists of two kinds of people: the fancy ones that want to be in style with the life of the musically literate and those eccentrics who just love the atmosphere of a nice jazz club, rocking to the music with closed eyes and a glass of twelve yo. whiskey in their hands.
That was just the right crowd for Liam. He is standing outside the Bass Clef Club, hiding in a shadow of the side street, fangs lowered and eyes focused on a woman that went outside for a smoke. The woman is in her late twenties, wearing a short skirt, a snow leopard pattern top and a 80's bubble-perm hairstyle. She is chewing gum while trying to light her cigarette with an empty lighter.

Sundays are days off for most people, including Abbey, she took the day off work as has been out and about getting a few things done. At the moment she is making her way towards the club after parking her harley in s safe spot. The keys are tucked back into a pocket while she moves along at a slow pace as she just lit a cigarette. Clothing wise she has on a sleevless shirt that looks crimson red with a bit of black lace trim across the neck and bottom edge of it, black jeans and a pair of black boots. A leather bike jacket is slung over her shoulder and she holds onto it with her free hand. As for anything, or anyone that might be around as she gets closer to the club she hasn't picked up on anything just yet it seems.

Tucker decided to wear something dark. He did not want to be seen, so he made a practicable but fashion-wise poor choice and combined dark grey suit with a black shirt. His pale complexion stands out with such clothing, though the side-alley covers the contrast pretty well.
He just thought he found the right moment to grab his unsuspecting target and steps out of the shadow when Abbey appears from around the corner. Standing just a few feet away from his meal, right under the lantern of the Bass Clef Club he freezes as he recognizes the shifter. Since he is not sure if she would be faster than him he hesitates to run away. Instead he stays where he is, not at all under any cover but covered in the warm yellow light of the lantern, not speakin or moving at all.

Abbey moves along humming a faint tune to herself, the cigarette rests between her lips while she moves along, rounding the corner. At first she doesn't even pick up on the vampire lurking in the darkness, her attention drifting to her phone to check on the time before she tucks the phon back into her pocket. Once the vampires scent hits her in the face she blinks an pauses peering around slightly in the process. It takes her a few moments to pinpoint on where the scent is coming from and she peers towards where she feels Tucker is hidden in the shadows.

Normally Tucker would try to put on an cold and indifferent face but since he is not sure what those shifters are capable of and he knows that this particular woman got a certain temper he just puts on an innocent glance, taking a step towards the other woman. "Need a light?" he approaches her, reaching out with a pocket lighter in his hand. His eyes meet Abbeys as he waits for the woman to get her cigarette lit, uncertainty and a little bit of fear in them. His body is tense, ready to run if Abbey makes a wrong move.

Abbey smirks faintly at the look that Tucker gives her, a faint huff escaping her but she hangs back choosing to watch instead of going around the pair to enter the club it seems. Her pale gaze rests upon Tucker and she takes another drag from her cigarette… The smoke slowly curls into the air from it.

There are few thing that get Tucker's blood boiling. A woman making fun of him was defenitely one of them. But if that woman is some supernatural form changing freak he was not sure if he should give in to his hurt manly ego and provoke her. So he stays where he is as the woman finally was smoking and turns to Abbey. "What?" he asks, still the same look in his eyes.

His face darkens on the answer of the shifter. She probably knew exactly what he was up to. But he was hungry and he needed to feed before he fell in starving rage. And nothing good would come out of that. So he needed Abbey out of here, one way or the other. And the whole grinning part pushed him the other way…
"Why don't you go inside? I got nothing to say to you." he suggests the shifter in a harsh tone, ignoring any reaction of the dinner besides him. "Somehow you seem not to be able to mind your own business."

Abbey hums softly while she looks at her cigarette. "Naw.. I'm rather happy right here actually.." She offers before taking another drag from her cigarette. She actually has no idea what he wants to do, but if he keeps being so tense and panic like she might gather an idea…

As the other women steps aside because she obviously feels uncomfortable in between the two strangers a shadow hushes over Tucker's face and he now looks unmistakably angry, his eyes narrowing and head tilting to the side. "Actually I was not really suggesting that. Let me be clear. Go. Away." There was still a slight tremble in his voice but the aggressive and commanding tone was predominating most of that.

Abbey watches the vampire a moment before merely shifting to sit upon the bumper of someone's car that doesn't have an alarm on it from the looks of it. "Hey.. I'm just here waiting for a friend.. Free country bud.."

An annoyed sigh leaves Tucker's chest. His eyes wander to the woman and then back to Abbey. His right hand clenches a fist as he speaks through his teeth, "What is it with you? You have to be unbelievably bored." He takes a step towards her and lowers his fangs. It is hard to tell if this is on prupose or accidentally. "But, since you insist on keeping me company. Did you have dinner already?"An annoyed sigh leaves Tucker's chest. His eyes wander to the woman and then back to Abbey. His right hand clenches a fist as he speaks through his teeth, "What is it with you? You have to live an unbelievably bored life with all the provoking and longing for arguments." He takes a step towards her and lowers his fangs. It is hard to tell if this is on prupose or accidentally. "But, since you insist on keeping me company. Did you have dinner already?"
The other woman decided that the scenery got too hostile, so she throws away her cigarette and hushes back into the club.

Abbey is quiet for a moment at the talk of her leaving a bored life, which she would admit she does.. But she isn't going to admit it to a vampire. "Seems your dinner just walked off.. I don't think we eat the same things fangs." She offers with a faint shake of her head. "An didn't think you'd want me around seing how I'm some big bad monster after all."

The reminder of a big bad monster seems to get to Liam as the corners of his mouth twitch a bit. But he still stays in front of Abbey, looking down on her, trying to look big and strong. "Yeah, dinner just bailed, but I still got to eat. And I heard you guys taste particularly… sweet." The last word comes out a bit random and Tucker's nod to strengthen his point might let it seem ridiculous, especially since he would not even be able to compare the taste to human blood. He never tasted it.
Still, she was a monster. But Liam liked to hope that these people only change to a wolf. Because he could probably fight a simple wolf…

Abbey ohs softly while she slowly stands upwards and looks back at him. A smirk offered. "You want to try leech?" A faint rumble escaping her, a slight flash of feral anger crossing her eyes. "You wouldn't stand a chance with me.."

Tucker now has to fight himself. His anger competes against his fear, the urge to run away meets the hunger and the rage. As Abbey stands up he backs off a few steps but he still tries to maintain an angry look. The jazz music in the background mixes up to a sludge of sounds as his senses all click and focus on the shifter. "Oh, yeah? Want to impress me with your puppy spirit?" he hisses. He is now just not himself anymore. As he realizes what he said a second ago his look changes, revealing that he is scared of what is to come now. But he stays there, not letting anything distract him from watching every single move of the woman.

Abbey smirks fiantly while she just eyes Tucker thinly a few moments. "I'm not stupid enough to do that in public.." She states with a thin tone while she shifts back a few steps. There near a night club, not a place she wants to go all wolfie next too after all.

Tucker blinks for a short moment of relief that the woman would not go all Cujo on him here and now. But he was still tense and the feeling of hunger started to actually hurt again. "That's what I thought. Big mouth but nothing more…"
A demonstrative sigh, rolling eyes and a grin is offered as he backs off some more, even turning around to go leaning against the wall of the club.

Abbey snorts out faintly and shifts turning and moves away while taking in a faint breath. "Maybe.. But at least I'll be alive tomorrow.. If you go about mauling people the Sheriff will hunt your ass down and throw you in a coffin." This said as she starts to walk away.

Frowning Liam looks at her for a few seconds as she walks away. "The sheriff?" His voice is curious but still vibrating on the anger part though that cooled down since the physical distance got bigger again.
"What… You think there comes a big uber-vampire sheriff that slices me up and feeds slices of me to your kind?" That just made absolutely no sense. "Maybe the vampire king of Texas even comes to my funeral then?" He jokes at Abbey and laughs on his own words.

Abbey rolls her eyes and just moves off heading towards her harley.. Once there she starts it up, puts her jacket on and drives off.. Not another word offered to the rather insane sounding vampire.

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