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Post by sansa on Oct 27, 2014 16:57:43 GMT -5
Growltiger's gaze followed the curvy dame around the room in appreciation, the tom himself reclining comfortably in the cushions pushed into the corner. His tail waved languidly beside him. The scent of smoke hung heavily over them, sweet and thick. The dame was a sweet young thing, on the brink of sultry, but still deliciously innocent. And so, so perfectly supple. With a snort and a clearing of his throat, Growltiger pulled himself up, stumbling a bit from the sudden light-headedness.
"Ahm outta har, hen." His voice was raspy from sleep and smoke. He pulled his bandana back over his head to hide his tattered ear and buckled a wide, black belt around his waist, a dagger hanging at his hip. His eye patch was already in place. That, he never removed. He gave the dame a pat on the rump, his paw lingering for a quick squeeze. "Let's dae thes again, Bonnie, eh?."
His throaty laughter echoed around the room and followed him out into the street. He flipped open the pouch on his belt with a deft claw and pulled his flask out. His single golden eye examined the sky. Mid-morning, cats still pulling themselves sleepily out of pubs and alleys. Certainly not too early. He took a swig from his flask, the alcohol burning deliciously down his throat. It was only a short walk to the nearest pub, so he swaggered in only a few minutes after leaving... what was her name? Marya. Delicious Marya, that was it. He took a seat against the far wall. "Swally, somethin' dark," he called. "Beer, Ah mean. Always forgit yeh Londoners dorn't ken mah proper words."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 15:07:36 GMT -5
Rumpleteazer giggled as she ran down the street. After leaving the handsome and scarred Grumbuskin and the cute, but young and slightly awkward Tumblebrutus, Teazer had sought out some fun in her life. All the talk of the dumb pollicle had gotten boring and overused for her real quick. She was the type that needed and always moved on. So, since the entire tribe seemed to fixated on one happenstance that wasn't impressive enough to hold that kind of attention, she left. A good bout of thievery was in order, and with the pretty, sparkling locket now clutched in her paws, her mood was back up to ecstatic.
She was grinning as she threw the locket in the air, only to catch it back in her paw when it came back down. Chuckling, she turned down a corner, her eyes glancing in front of her at the big brute of a tom swaggering into the nearest pub. Her interest was at once piqued. Like Grumbuskin, the tom had very striking tabby markings, and from the side profile she had seen, was handsome. With resolve, she hid the locket in some trash nearby, and then followed the tabby tom into the pub. Her eyes did a brief scan of the crowd, a smile tugging wider at her grinning lips. Even if her attention wasn't focused on Growltiger, there were toms and queens alike that were attractive and looked interesting enough to capture her attention.
She wasn't about to just invite herself at Growltiger's table, however, and she didn't think he'd be the type to be interested in someone appearing "desperate". "Yah boi's 'ave aneh Scotch?" She purred as she clanked the bar counter with one of her paws. With a wink to the bartender, she turned to the tables around the pub. Moving her hips from side to side, she sat herself down at the closest free table to Growltigers. She began to relax back, when another tom, one that was mostly black with some white accents loomed over her. He was drunk, very drunk, with what could only be described as a perverted smirk on his face. Before he had a chance to say some cheesy pickup line, she cut in. "Yar not mah type."
His smirk turned into a determine and almost menacing frown, but as he went to make a grab for her, despite her rejection, the heavy alcohol he had ingested caught up with him. She jumped up and to the side as he passed out and fell into the chair she had just been sitting in. With a very girlish giggle, full of amusement, she spoke loud enough for the bartender to pick up, though with the rest of the cats in the bar, he probably paid no mind to extra noise, unless it was a drink order. "Liveleh place, ya got 'ere." Her amused face went away from the bartender, and briefly looked over to where Growltiger sat. Her eyes lingered there longer then necessary, before she gazed back at the tom unconscious in her seat.
((I am sorry if it doesn't make sense.))
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Post by sansa on Nov 9, 2014 22:12:19 GMT -5
((Makes perfect sense, dear!))
Growltiger was happily knocking back his drink when a striped dame entered the pub. A smirk tugged at his lips. Scotch, that was a drink for someone who didn't mess around. His golden gaze trailed up and down her body appreciatively. He lingered on her tight little waist, then her hips and behind with a grunt of admiration. Too much white, he thought. Still, with a body like that, he could forgive that sin.
He watched her make her way to the table next to him out of the corner of his eye, seemingly focusing on the other cats passing by. The large black and white tom by the bar had been standing out to him since he'd sat down, and Growltiger was not surprised when he made his way to the tabby queen. Tom had good taste. Dame had damn better taste, though, and Growltiger couldn't help but chuckle at the immediate rejection she shot at the drunk. His chuckled turned into a full-blown guffaw when the tom fell into the dame's seat, and he smacked his paw against the table as his body shook.
"Ye need a new seat, lassie, Ah've got one fur ye reit haur," he called out without a second thought, patting his lap with a smile that lingered on a leer. "Ye dorn't need tae be wastin' yer time wi' any drunks, not a bonnie hen loch ye."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 18:06:14 GMT -5
Teazer hid her face from Growltiger, to hide the smirk now plastered on her face. She didn't know she'd have gotten his attention that quickly, but she was rather pleased that she had. Once she replace the pleased smirk with a more realistic curiosity, she turned to face the chuckling tom. Her eyebrow did raise, and while her face appeared to show some interest in sitting his lap, she reasoned there'd be plenty of time for that soon enough. This was what she wanted a quick tumble, but she was not about to appear as though she were desperate for this tom. However, she knew there was a fine line between looking desperate and looking to not be interested. With a free paw she slid his mug of beer on the table to the side slightly, as she hopped up onto the table and sat in front of him; her own drink still in her paw. "Oi thin' Oi rathah loike thes seat 'ere, luv." Rumpleteazer took a large swallow of her scotch, wincing slightly at the burn, but her relaxed face was back in place. "Oi see. Yer the exception, then?"
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Post by sansa on Jan 21, 2015 2:11:20 GMT -5
Growltiger was sure for a moment that she'd take his invitation, but he couldn't say he was disappointed when she sat on the table instead. Better view, at least. He caught his beer quickly and held it in his lap with one paw while the other found her thigh quickly. "Whatever ye want is guid wi' me, bonnie ginger, jist sae lang as it's near me!" He took a swig of ale as she took a drink out of her own glass, but spluttered at her comment and came up from his mug with a damp muzzle and a wide leer. "Ye got me thaur, Aam jist as bad as those drunks, arenae Ah! Difference is, aam famoos fur it."
He gave her thigh a healthy squeeze just above the knee. "Ye ken, Ah loove a lassie fa can handle 'er liquor. That's nae common in thes city, I'll teel ye."
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Post by dodd4 on Jan 24, 2015 18:35:35 GMT -5
slowly a brown and black older kitten entered the Pub and looked around. his ears perked when he saw Growltiger and made a bee line straight for that table.
"Cap'n Tiger the Boss says that he wants you to report to his office...right away..."
he said his voice faltering when he saw who the queen sitting one the table was.
"COR Blimey you're RUMPLETAZER!!!! your bloody famous you are! I've heard of all your heists! it's...it's an honor to meet you Ma'am!" he said excitedly.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2015 0:04:25 GMT -5
Rumpleteazer was staring into her mug as she shifted on the tabletop. She was distracted from the ripples in the liquid by Growltiger's words. Honesty was always refreshing, but even if he had lied she'd still find herself attracted and interested. There was something about him that attracted her, perhaps she was just fancied powerful toms. Not that certain queens didn't catch her eye or make her wonder.
"An' jus' 'ow fam-" She trailed off when another stepped into their personal bubble. She raised her mug and took another swallow, her interest piqued. Not knowing who this new cat was or who they were talking about, but clearly the tom didn't care about talking publicly about this 'boss'.
Her eyes went round for a split second, but she gave a wide grin in response. "Well ya. Tha's me, 'andsome." Though she didn't know she was famous or had fans for that matter. She couldn't help but to stroke the cheek of the tom who had interrupted them with the tip of her tail, only to wink at Growltiger, her back paw gently caressing up the side of Growltiger's leg. "Does tha' mean ya boi's 'll be leavin' meh?"
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Post by sansa on Jan 25, 2015 2:51:19 GMT -5
Growltiger's impatient growl was just barely audible. "Ye can teel th' boss tae shove it up his-" He cut off his mumbling with another grumbling growl. The queen's touch on his leg brought the lecherous grin back for a moment. "Dorn't teel heem 'at. His paw traveled up her thigh slowly, almost possessively. He couldn't help but feel on fire watching her stroke the tomkit with her tail like that.
"Aam sure th' boss wooldnae want tae bortha me while Aam havin' a blether with this bonnie ginger, eh?" He cursed all the gods he ever knew that he couldn't wink back, but instead settled for squeezing her thigh again, his thumb stroking roughly.
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Post by dodd4 on Jan 25, 2015 3:57:55 GMT -5
the young toms ears went down and his eyes grew wide, "umm beggin your pardon Cap'n, and yours too Miss Teazer, but yes he would this is the BOSS and it's business and you know how he feels about that," he said in a small fearful voice. "maybe if the Miss would accompany you ey?" he asked hopefully. "please sir, I don't want a trip to the woodshed, truly I don't."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 14:48:24 GMT -5
Rumpleteazer was sure she was beaming, but she couldn't be sure. Just having the attention of the catch she currently was staring at, and the praise from the handsome tom to her left her a smiling queen. The squeeze to her thigh was both teasing as well as a promise for more later. One of these days she'd actually get to the 'later'. It was always fun and ever since she began noticing other toms beyond her brother, she had many prospects, but every single one of them seemed to always come down to later. Teazer grinned at being called Ginger and started to agree with the tom. If he was going to blow off this boss, then she was on board with going through with what the two had just started.
But as soon as the tom had began to speak she knew it was one of those meetings that wasn't going to wait for a booty call. She cocked her head slightly and purred a tiny bit. "Oi can come?" She briefly wondered if she even should, but when did she ever going through her life cautiously. Bringing her green eyes back onto the sexy Growltiger, she 'Mmm'ed',"So d'ya think ya'll get in trouble bringin' meh along?" Her eyes sparkled, and her mouth went before she could even stop to think about it or the implications. "Ohhh, there's ah woodshed now, is thar? Mmm, this boss o'yers sounds kinkay."
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Post by sansa on Mar 6, 2015 10:55:40 GMT -5
Growltiger immediately shot a glare at the weak tomkit. "Ye willnae be gonnae onie woodshed onie time suin, dorn't gie yer tail in a knot." He didn't shit where he ate, that was for damn sure. And he didn't for one second want Macavity knowing about any dames in his life. He trusted the tom as a business partner, enough to take orders from him every once in a while, but that was as far as he could bend.
"Ack, Ah cannae bide fur th' day 'at dobber tries tae reprimain me ur anythin'. But yoo're stayin' pit, ginger." If any god anywhere had any sort of good will toward him, he could pick up right where he left off with this damn. Her comment on the woodshed nearly brought him to his knees. He stood up instead, resting his paws on the table on either side of her legs and leaning toward her. "God's abune, whaur hae ye bin aw mah life."
((I'm gonna exit him in my next reply - don't want to hold up the thread in Macavity's office.))
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Post by dodd4 on Mar 11, 2015 15:18:32 GMT -5
the kit shifted from paw to paw while Growltiger said his goodbyes.
he was getting worried about how long this was taking but he wasn't about to rush the Captain
no indeed.
(EXIT when Growltiger is ready!)
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 20:07:20 GMT -5
Rumpleteazer was conflicted. She was insulted that he wasn't going to take her with him, but complimented all the same. With her luck he only cares enough for one night, but it looked as if it'd be a hell of a night. Still, she couldn't feel slightly tossed aside. "Stayin' put is most certahnly not wha' Oi'm goin' ta do." She moved forward on the table, acting as if she were going to plant a big one on him, but at the last second, she simply nuzzled the side of his cheek. As she slid off the table, she wound up in Growltiger's lap. With a final whisper in Tiger's ear,"Yew'll nevah know wha' ya missed." She moved off his lap and for the door. "If yer lucky, you'll be runnin' into me again, luv."
[Exit Rumpleteazer]
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Post by sansa on Mar 12, 2015 7:28:27 GMT -5
[exit Growltiger]
[DEAD]
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