When the old woman noticed the gentleman that walked through it her night immediately became less boring. Perfect. Just when she thought she was leaving empty handed someone arrives. Through her seemingly sullen expression came a small and amused smile as she put her glass to her lips again. It was about time some action showed up; she was really beginning to wonder if she really was going to leave empty handed. Looking the man over she could tell he was a rough man already. Anyone who came out here at this hour just to drink alone definitely had their inner demons, she was curious as to what they were. At first glance he didnâ€™t strike her as a criminal, not that she was one to judge a book by its cover, but whatever secrets he was hiding, if any, would soon be hers to flip through as if she were reading a book or looking through an old photo album.<br/><br/>Now was the time to make her move. The old woman stood from her spot and walked over to him, leaning against the bar. Her smile made her seem like some horny cougar that had been far too lonely for far too long, â€œHey there, handsome. Would you care for some company?â€ Of course her little introduction would not be complete without her obligatory opening line, followed by slender fingers moving to rest upon the manâ€™s shoulder. This was all just an act to see how he would react to her before she just openly told him who she was and why she had approached him. It was to see if she had what she was looking for in him for the most part. â€œIf youâ€™re up for it, I can give you the night of your life.â€<br/><br/>While most creatures like her would jump right to the â€˜I hate humansâ€™ or â€˜all humans must dieâ€™ stuff she would rather learn from them, even if most of them were just her little play things. She was not a succubus looking for a good fuck, nor was she a guardian angel. The psychotic being beneath the old womanâ€™s robes existed merely to test, to find someone who wanted to change. She took notice of the drink he ordered. Jack Daniels. It was a common drink, strong, perfect for getting that alcohol fix that was needed after a rough day. She has turned to Jack Daniels herself a few times but other than the alcohol she has never saw the appeal in the stuff. What kind of day did this man have that made him want to order Jack? Or was he just an alcoholic looking for a fix or was there something much more complex that coaxed him into making that decision?<br/><br/>The more questions that ran through her mind the more her curiosity towards this man grew. Maybe she was lonely after all, in a small way. Seeing as she has not had much fun lately that was not entirely false.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™m sure thatâ€™s the reason you came in here, right? Iâ€™m not as young as I use to be, but I can still provide.â€ She continued on with that sultry voice of hers as her hand began to slowly move down to his waist. Some truth had been spoken in her words; she has aged quite well, while she was older now she still had a charm to her that said that she was once beautiful. Her human self was far more attractive than the being that was hidden away from the world. Should this man prove worthy he might be lucky to meet that creature, but for now an old woman would be all heâ€™d see.