To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)
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				Title: <strong>To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 09:02:18</strong>
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				She wasn't really comfortable in a bar unless she was tending, but this was okay.&nbsp; She leaned back in her booth in the darkest corner of the low-rent bar.&nbsp; It was a nice enough place but nothing like the Lair.&nbsp; Of course, this was the Mundane.&nbsp; There weren't such things as orcs and trolls and magic here.&nbsp; Which made her all the more special.<br><br>To others, she seemed to be a solitary figure in black from head to toe.&nbsp; Even her matte-black, wrap around shades kept her identity concealed.&nbsp; The black fedora-style hat she wore added to the mystery, and the air of danger that eminated from her was enough to keep all but the most brave, or perhaps foolish, far from her little corner of the world.&nbsp; <br><br>The year was 2006.&nbsp; The location was a nameless little bar, on a nameless little street on the outskirts of a nameless little town at the foothills of the Olympic mountains in Washington State.&nbsp; The day was Friday.&nbsp; The hour was 7:30 pm.&nbsp; A viable target hadn't yet arrived.&nbsp; But he would soon.&nbsp; He always stopped in this bar on the weekends.<br><br>She would wait until the target came.&nbsp; And she would watch him until it was time to move.&nbsp; She took a pull from the bottle of Miller Genuine Draft, her eyes scanning the crowd yet again.&nbsp; She would wait.&nbsp; She had time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 22:48:39</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;While Wolfe hated being routine, he'd finally been convinced of the logic of an at least partial normality. To that end, he'd begun stopping by the bar every Friday nite before going back to the house. He walked in, pulling off the dark sunglasses he wore as he did so, and stepped up to the bar. Wolfe nodded at Johnni, then sat down, waiting patiently for the beer he knew she'd bring once she could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>16-05-2006, 23:54:43</strong>
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				She shifted.&nbsp; It was a slight difference, but it was a difference.&nbsp; The air around her became less hostile, but no less dangerous.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; It was just a faint, almost defiant, upturn at the right corner of her mouth, but it was a smile nonetheless.<br><br>He walked in.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; Immediately her shielded eyes were drawn to him.&nbsp; He was known here.&nbsp; But, how well known?&nbsp; There were some places where you could be a reg for years and suddenly disappear and no one would notice.&nbsp; This looked like one of those bars, but you could never tell for sure.&nbsp; <br><br>And still she watched him.&nbsp; She measured him up, guaging his weight, height, muscle mass.&nbsp; He might have been almost her size, but she wouldn't know until she'd actually come face to face with him.&nbsp; And, it wasn't yet time.<br><br>With another slight shift, the magic so subtle even Corrin would have had trouble sensing it, the hat vanished.&nbsp; She stood from her booth, making her slow way toward the bathrooms, required to cross behind the man waiting for his beer.&nbsp; As she did so, she brushed a tendril of pressure against the back of his neck.&nbsp; It was a light brush, no stronger than a whisp of air, then gone.&nbsp; She wasn't quite close enough to touch him, or be touched by him, but that light brush wasn't caused by her fingers.<br><br>She waited a few moments, then returned to her booth, giving him a slightly better look at her if his eyes happened to wander in her direction.&nbsp; Her dark red hair was thick and hung in waves to the small of her back.&nbsp; There was a dark green stripe of hair leading back from her left temple; a gift from her precious Rissa.&nbsp; Her skin was a dusky peach shade, that tone of a faded, but natural, tan.&nbsp; Though she stood at 6'5" tall, somehow it looked apropriate on her, the height fit her, as did the weight.&nbsp; Though some might guess lighter, she weighed in at about 250 lbs., and save for her ample breasts, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body.<br><br>She allowed her duster to fall open a bit, the ankle-length, armored, black leather revealed the faded tan of her bare throat chest and upper curve of her large breasts.&nbsp; The tight black leather of her bustier accented the breasts, and the tiger's taloned paw curling possessively over her left breast from between them.&nbsp; There was a thin strip of bare skin visible between the bustier and black leather breeches she'd poured herself into, but the breeches disappeared into knee-high boots, the five-inch spike heels revealing that she was actually only 6 feet tall.&nbsp; <br><br>If the man she had her shielded eye on played into her game, she would give him the opportunity to explore her body.&nbsp; She would allow him to do anything to her body.&nbsp; And she would do anything she wanted to to his.&nbsp; Whether he wanted her to or not.&nbsp; He would become hers.&nbsp; Hers in mind.&nbsp; Hers in spirit.&nbsp; Hers in heart.&nbsp; But mostly, hers in body.&nbsp; Because she was hungry.&nbsp; She wanted something mere physical contact couldn't provide.&nbsp; <br><br>The moment she passed Wolfe on her way back to her booth, she raised her shades, staring into his eyes whether he looked at her or not.&nbsp; Her own were an intense and impossible mix of green and gray.&nbsp; And her lust was blatant in that brief look.&nbsp; She resettled her shades, and slid back into her booth, once again watching.&nbsp; Once again waiting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 02:20:11</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe knew it the moment she touched him, and instantly he was on alert. All his senses were seeking her, and when she returned from the bathroom, he looked at her, smirking slightly at how hard she was trying. As she looked into his eyes, he nodded slightly, curving his lips into a small smile. As she passed him, he turned his head, raising the beer Johnni had brought him and taking a drink, without taking his eyes from the woman. She seemed as if she were the second-most dangerous person in the room, and Wolfe wasn't about to let her out of his sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 04:48:40</strong>
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				Oh yeah, she was as subtle as a chainsaw.&nbsp; But she liked that.&nbsp; He wasn't all that subtle himself.&nbsp; She felt him still watching her and she smirked to herself.&nbsp; After a moment more, she turned to face him, tilting her head slightly.&nbsp; Her smirk remained and she quirked a brow above the frame of her shades.&nbsp; With a nod, she indicated the other side of her booth, a subtle invitation.&nbsp; <br><br>Her subtle skills were nearing an end.&nbsp; While she was always more comfortable being blatant, she didn't go anywhere without her weapons.&nbsp; That meant she had to wear her duster.&nbsp; Besides, folks in the Mundane were far less welcoming when someone walked in with blades and guns.&nbsp; Go figure.&nbsp; The squeamish mortals actually fearing death.&nbsp; It's not like she'd ever shot anyone.&nbsp; Well, not without a good reason.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 16:59:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe saw her invitation, and shook his head slightly, still with that amused little smirk on his face. He wondered what she was concealing underneath the coat, but so far she'd not given him any real reason to find out. Looking at her, Wolfe tilted his head at the empty stool next to him, telling her quite plainly that if she wanted him, she'd have to come and get him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>18-05-2006, 18:07:00</strong>
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				The faint smirk grew a notch brighter and she briefly quirked her brow again.&nbsp; Still, she rose from the table.&nbsp; That slight invitation was plenty for her.&nbsp; She was more than willing to go to him.&nbsp; Besides, she was hungry; for something one couldn't attain in a Mundane bar.<br><br>She took off her shades and whether it was sleight of hand or magic, they vanished from sight.&nbsp; When she reached him, she paused, a dark copper eyebrow raised just a little.&nbsp; Her voice was low, sensual and full of promise without being lewd.<br><br>"Mind if I sit?" she didn't bother waiting for a reply, taking the stool before she'd finished speaking.&nbsp; <br><br>Her gray-green eyes bored into his and she maintained that faint smirk.&nbsp; There was power in her eyes, but more than that, there was passion.&nbsp; A firey passion flickered and danced, threatening, not promising, but threatening, to give him everything he could ever desire... and more.&nbsp; She would wait for him to speak again before giving him her name, though she did turn to the bartender, ordering a bottle of MGD.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 00:46:01</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Your game is old," Wolfe said. "I really hope this isn't the best you can do." He smirked, then took a long pull on his beer, letting his eyes slide over her. "What a waste ...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 00:59:07</strong>
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				She laughed, it was a low sound, but filled with humor.&nbsp; "Ahh, but as they say, you can't teach an old dog new tricks.&nbsp; I'm an old bitch.&nbsp; The old games work for me."<br><br>She grinned, taking a long pull from her bottle of beer, her eyes never leaving his.&nbsp; She brought the bottle away from her lips, slowly, but without obvious sensual intent she'd usually employ.&nbsp; This man was going to be more fun.&nbsp; He wasn't just a simple little Mundane twit looking for an easy piece of ass.&nbsp; Those were so easy to play with.&nbsp; She was out of practice.<br><br>"It's only a waste if you don't know how to use it, baby."&nbsp; she chuckled.<br><br>As she did so, the duster parted just a little more, granting a view of her chest.&nbsp; It wasn't a lewd image, but simply a cause of his line of sight with her sitting down.&nbsp; She crossed her right leg over left, the long and well muscled limbs seeming to strain just a little against the tight leather breeches.&nbsp; She ran a hand casually through her hair, long and thick, then shrugged slightly.<br><br>"Do you know how to use it?" she finally asked with a certain, undefinable glint in her darkening eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 01:37:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Still with that half-amused little smirk, Wolfe drained the rest of his beer. Tossing a twenty on the bar, he stood. "Why bother?" he said, before walking out the door. Wolfe climbed the stairs to the street, pausing to light a cigarette.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 01:48:11</strong>
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				She watched him leave.&nbsp; A game of cat and mouse then.&nbsp; Yes, she could enjoy that just as much.&nbsp; She left her partial bottle on the bar, figuring the twenty more than covered it.&nbsp; <br><br>Striding to the door, the shades returned to conceal her eyes.&nbsp; The hair was once again concealed beneath hat and duster, though she hadn't actually moved the heavy leather coat.&nbsp; She took the steps lightly, and moved to walk past him without looking at him.&nbsp; Her words were low, softly spoken.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; It's better that you didn't start something you wouldn't be able to finish." she chuckled low.&nbsp; "You be a good little boy, now."<br><br>She intended to brush past him, on her way to her car.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 16:32:00</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"I'm not good," Wolfe said quietly. "And I haven't been a boy for a very long time. And as for little ..." he shrugged. "I suppose, if I'm in a train station, I might look small."
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-05-2006, 19:49:04</strong>
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				She grinned, continuing on to her car, the metalic burgundy Monte Carlo SS not ten feet away.&nbsp; She turned to look at him, leaning back against the driver's side fender, crossing her arms over her chest.&nbsp; She chuckled to herself, watching him.&nbsp; Yeah, he was sexy.&nbsp; Very sexy.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes flicked downward, from behind the shades, to examine his groin.&nbsp; A slow, predatory smile slithered over her lips.&nbsp; She really didn't want him to be little in that department.<br><br>"Train stations are overrated anyway."&nbsp; She chuckled quietly, pushing off the fender of the car and moving toward the door.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>20-05-2006, 21:44:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"True," Wolfe said, nodding slightly. "I myself prefer to break new ground, but I suppose that's not always possible, is it?" He smirked at her car, shaking his head in amusement. Wolfe hadn't missed her glance at his groin, and knew that his jeans didn't really obscure much of his size, even when he wasn't turned on.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 01:20:58</strong>
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				A low chuckle thrummed from her throat as she opened the car door and slid inside.&nbsp; Her smile never faded as she looked over his body once more.&nbsp; He was definitely a sexy man, but she wasn't going to simply walk into his den.&nbsp; That just wasn't her style.<br><br>"Depends on where the ground you want to break is." she murmured with a slightly seductive lilt.&nbsp; "And how severely you want it broken." she added with a smirk.&nbsp; <br><br>She powered down the window as she punched in the start code, the Carlo purring to life.&nbsp; She placed her right hand on the wheel, her left arm leaning upon the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 20:28:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe shook his head amusedly. "I think in this case, that's a job long done," he said. "Perhaps not very well, but then ...." His voice trailed off as Wolfe shrugged one of those shrugs which can mean everything and nothing. "Not everyone is as talented as I am."
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>21-05-2006, 23:59:08</strong>
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				She took a long moment to evaluate his body once more.&nbsp; "Or as talented as you think you are." she smirked<br><br>She raised two fingers of her left hand in a partial wave, then shifted into reverse.&nbsp; She was growing bored with the exchange.&nbsp; She felt a sense of power from him, that latent, understated power, but there were other places where she could find the meal she sought.&nbsp; If he was interested enough, he would find her.&nbsp; If he wasn't, she wasn't going to waste his time or hers.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have a nice life, darlin." she purred before turning to the main road.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>24-05-2006, 16:34:39</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe smirked, watching her drive off. He suspected she would seek him out again, and if not, there was always other fun to be had. Whistling softly, he made his way back to his apartment.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>09-07-2006, 13:19:56</strong>
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				Tiger waited two weeks, then returned to the little bar.&nbsp; She wanted to watch the man that intrigued her.&nbsp; She wanted to know if he really had something more to offer than a subtle insult and a cocky smirk.&nbsp; Besides, he reminded her of herself.&nbsp; She was just narcisistic enough to wonder if they could actually find any common ground.<br><br>Once she'd gotten to the bar, she slipped inside and took a seat at the bar.&nbsp; She was again dressed in her leathers, including duster.&nbsp; She ordered a beer, then leaned back against the wall, watching the crowd within.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-07-2006, 22:10:09</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe knew the moment she'd entered. He'd been wondering how long it would take the woman to return, and he smirked to himself. He finished his beer, then ordered two shots, one of tequila and one of whiskey. Carrying them to the booth where she was sitting, he handed her the tequila. "Here," Wolfe said, still with the half-amused smile on his face. "You must be in serious need bu this time."
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-07-2006, 23:25:52</strong>
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				A low laugh poured from her mouth as the man invited himself to join her.&nbsp; To complete the formality, she nodded to the opposite side of the booth then took the shot and downed it easily.&nbsp; <br><br>"Need?" she shrugged.&nbsp; "I wouldn't go that far." she smirked, her eyes remaining steady on his own.&nbsp; "You're sending out a pretty desperate vibe, darlin'." Tiger took another pull from her beer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 17:03:21</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe snorted with laughter. "I was just about to say the same for you," he said, sipping his shot more slowly.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>11-07-2006, 21:29:11</strong>
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				She nodded.&nbsp; "Of course I'm desperate.&nbsp; One look at you and I was hooked.&nbsp; You're a drug, darlin'."&nbsp; <br><br>Tiger smirked, leaning back in the booth.&nbsp; She played her fingers over the beer bottle slowly, idly.&nbsp; It was an absent-minded gesture.&nbsp; Sure it was.&nbsp; She wouldn't do anything so lewd as to stroke a beer bottle as if it were man's cock.&nbsp; Nope, not her.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>13-07-2006, 00:04:24</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Touche'," he said. He signaled the waitress for two more beers, then settled back in the booth opposite the woman, studying her. "So, if you're going to be stalking me then," he drawled softly, "mind telling me what your name is?"
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>13-07-2006, 11:44:52</strong>
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				She chuckled low in her throat.&nbsp; "Tiger's what I go by.&nbsp; And you are?"&nbsp; Her eyes danced with humor.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>13-07-2006, 16:21:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;WOlfe shook his head in amusement. "'Tiger'?" he queried. "Whatever ...." Wolfe rolled his eyes, still shaking his head. When the waitress walked up with their drinks, Wolfe casually tipped her a twenty, smiling briefly at the girl, before taking a long pull from his bottle. "So why Tiger?" he asked, after a moment.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>13-07-2006, 23:09:10</strong>
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				She chuckled, shaking her head slightly.&nbsp; "Naw, tit for tat, darlin'.&nbsp; Your name?"<br><br>Tiger finished her first beer, setting it on the edge of the table before drawing the fresh bottle closer.&nbsp; She inclined her head, tipping the bottle slightly in his direction as a 'thank you'.&nbsp; Still, she waited for his name before she would answer any further questions.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 17:14:13</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"You can call me Larsen," Wolfe said, smirking slightly as he said it. He took a slow pull from his bottle, looking at her steadily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>14-07-2006, 17:21:08</strong>
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				"Fair enough." she replied with a smile.&nbsp; "And, 'Tiger' because that was the first name I remember being called." she shrugged.&nbsp; <br><br>The true specifics behind that moniker were unimportant, at least to her.&nbsp; "Why Larson?" she returned, taking a long pull from her beer, her eyes never leaving him.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 16:23:34</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe grinned slowly. "It's just ... appropriate," he said, chuckling slightly, as if to a private joke. "And who called you 'Tiger'?"
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>17-07-2006, 18:18:15</strong>
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				She nodded slightly at his explanation, or lack thereof, then answered his previous question.&nbsp; "The first person I killed called me Tiger, seconds before I killed them.&nbsp; My team thought it was funny, so they kept calling me Tiger.&nbsp; Over the years... well... it sorta stuck."<br><br>Tiger shrugged slightly then took a pull from her beer.&nbsp; "Why'd you pick this place as your hangout of choice?" she ran a hand through her hair, watching him.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 03:40:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;"First person you killed huh?" Wolfe smirked, and shook his head. "I like the architecture," he said, in answer to her question.
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				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 08:42:27</strong>
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				A low, slow chuckle slithered from her throat, accompanied by a smirk.&nbsp; "Architecture, eh?&nbsp; I suppose I could see that."&nbsp; <br><br>Tig took a pull from her beer, watching the man across from her for a moment.&nbsp; "So, what business are you in?&nbsp; Why would someone want you dead?"&nbsp; Nothing like getting it out in the open or anything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>05-08-2006, 17:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"What makes you think anyone wants to kill me?" Wolfe asked, taking a long slow pull of his beer. "Friendly guy like me ... everyone loves me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>06-08-2006, 00:31:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled low in her throat, shaking her head.&nbsp; "You obviously pissed someone off at some point in your life.&nbsp; Someone paid me a hell of a lot of money to make sure you don't ever bother them again." she smirked.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, I'm not so sure I actually <i>want</i> to kill you.&nbsp; After all, you've bought me beer and everything.&nbsp; Personally, I think it would be rude to take out a man who'd been so kind." she quirked a brow, wondering if he'd fill in the blanks.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>06-08-2006, 20:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolf smiled slightly. "And you knnow, manners <em>do</em> count," he said, taking another pull of his beer, before setting it down and studying Tiger carefully. "So what makes you think you're supposed to kill me?" he asked. "What, they tell you find someone whose name starts with L or what?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>06-08-2006, 20:34:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned, slowly sliding her hand inside her duster.&nbsp; Equally slowly, she withdrew a long, narrow envelope and tossed it to the table in front of Wolfe.&nbsp; Upon opening it, if he did, he would find three black and white pictures of himself, two profile shots, one head-on shot, the address of the little bar and a scrawled "Usual Terms".&nbsp; Tiger sat back against the booth, one hand on her beer, the other arm along the back of the booth.<br><br>"So, why would someone want you dead, hmm?&nbsp; And why would they want you dead enough to pay my fee?" she took a long pull from her beer, watching him.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>08-08-2006, 03:56:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Not bad," Wolfe said idly, scanning the photos. He held the head shot up beside his head and looked at Tiger. "What do you think, is this a good angle for me?" Flipping the photo over, Wolfe saw written on the back the bar's address and the words "Usual Terms". He frowned, and looking up at Tiger, Wolfe said, "O now this <em>is</em> insulting. 'Usual Terms'? Please." Looking disgusted, Wolfe threw the photos back onto the table. "As if."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>09-08-2006, 21:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her laugh was quiet, but genuine.&nbsp; "Yeah, it is a good angle for you.&nbsp; I much prefer this one though."<br><br>Tiger pointed to a shot where he was in the middle of saying something, his mouth partly open.&nbsp; It looked as if he was about to take a bite out of something, or some one.&nbsp; With a faint shrug she indicated the message on the back of the photo he tossed down.<br><br>"My usual terms are... different.&nbsp; I require half before I agree to take the job.&nbsp; Thus, think of this as an interview for which I've been well paid.&nbsp; Very well paid."&nbsp; She chuckled quietly.&nbsp; "So, my dear, why would someone want you dead?&nbsp; Did you steal some little girl's candy?&nbsp; Perhaps you broke some woman's heart or stole some jackass' girlfriend?"<br><br>She took a long pull from her beer, finishing it, then set the empty on the edge of the table, signalling to the waitress for another round.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 03:21:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe chuckled. "Well yeah, all of the above," he said. "You mean that stuff's bad?" After the waitress had brought another beer for Tiger, Wolfe pursed his lips thoughtfully, then said. "So ... am I getting the job, or are you still ... interviewing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 07:19:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckled quietly.&nbsp; "Well, the kid probably had too many sweets, the chick probably wasn't worthy and the jackass probably didn't have the balls to satisfy his woman.&nbsp; Far as I'm concerned, you did what had to be done."<br><br>She tossed a ten to the waitress, accepted the fresh beer and took a pull.&nbsp; "As for your getting the job... There are plenty of things I'd love to put you to work doing."&nbsp; She smirked.&nbsp; "I haven't seen a reason to kill you yet, though.&nbsp; So, you're off the hook as far as being the target is concerned.&nbsp; At least, for now."<br><br>Tiger tossed him another grin, then took a long pull from her beer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 16:25:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolfe nodded. "Well good then," he said, leaning back on his side of the booth. "I was getting all nervous and worried." Wolfe reached for his drink with his right hand, keeping his left below the level of the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>10-08-2006, 19:54:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She barked a quiet laugh, shaking her head.&nbsp; "Yeah, nervous and worried.&nbsp; Doesn't strike me as your thing, darlin'."<br><br>Tiger chuckled again.&nbsp; The hand below the table didn't escape her notice, but she wasn't concerned about it either.&nbsp; Besides, they were just having a friendly little chat.&nbsp; Granted, about death and killing and the like, but it was just friendly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>11-08-2006, 02:02:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Well, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it," Wolfe said. "Wouldn't want to embarass you or anything."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>19-08-2006, 22:12:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tiger laughed at that.&nbsp; "Ah, thanks for that.&nbsp; Yeah, I'd hate to be embarrassed by a man who was a nervous wreck."<br><br>She smirked, taking a pull from her beer.&nbsp; "Any clue about who would have targetted you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 00:13:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Are you sure it's me they want?" Wolfe asked. "I mean, maybe it was my evil twin they sent you after."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 05:42:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Tiger smirked.&nbsp; "Evil twin, huh?&nbsp; Can't say as that thought ever entered my mind."&nbsp; <br><br>After taking another pull from her beer, she shrugged slightly though her eyes sparkled with mirth.&nbsp; "So, do you even have an evil twin?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr_Crinkles</strong> on <strong>20-08-2006, 18:21:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;"Okay," Wolfe said, taking a sip of his beer, "you got me. I'm actually the evil one; it's probably that nice, nancy-boy twin of mine you're supposed to take out. Someone's probably sick of him being all Mary-Sue all the time."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Dance with the Tiger (TigreFatalis and Mr. Crinkles)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TigreFatalis</strong> on <strong>28-08-2006, 05:45:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<b>Story Cancelled due to lack of character chemistry</b>&nbsp; Dontcha hate it when that happens?<br><br>If anyone else is interested in taking up this story thread, PM either the Crinkly One, or me to discuss possible plot options.
			</dd>
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