Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.

Her sudden response has Malek chuckling into his drink. His Chizue tonight seemed rather... spunky. He found it entertaining, if not a bit unusual. The vampire had only met her once before, a sheepish woman with shy tendencies; how he enjoyed seeing that blush upon those cheeks of hers. Though, Malek hardly minds this over confident woman, he just wonders briefly what she ate or who she ate, for that matter, that has her announcing herself that she was intending to get drunk. A sly smile is tugging on the corner of his lips as her drink arrives and she takes it rather excitedly. Again, that chortle escapes his lips as she so proclaims that he might regret paying for her drinks later.

Making eye contact with her chocolate eyes, he reaches up to caress the side of her face, his fingers running through her hair quickly, enjoying the way she leans into his touch, his own steely gaze brightening at her reaction. "I don't mind," he states, his voice rising over the crowd so she can hear him. So, he asks her what brings her out tonight and her response has him raising his brows in amusement, even wild, confident Chizue sounded so innocent! Malek hardly minded though, he rather enjoyed her purity, it was becoming of the petite Asian woman.

"Yes, I love to dance," he grins at her, his own simper turning a bit devilish as she admits he would enjoy her dancing, "I'm sure I would," he purrs at her, a hand coming up to hold his chin. He's already aching to touch her again, so the vampire does, his fingers trailing across her cheek bone in a gentle caress, only dropping his hand as she lifts that drink to her lips. Declaring that it was cold has another smile tugging at his lips, though he doesn't comment, he instead he fixes her with an almost hawk-like stare as she downs the rest of her drink, taking his time to memorize the lines of her features, his gaze, perhaps lingering a bit too long, on her lips.

"Congratulations," he smiles at her as she presents him with the empty glass, Malek leaning forward slightly to look at it. It takes that brief shift in his seated position that has him stumbling into her, that hand so shoving at his back as he finds himself pressed up against Chizue. Their closeness has Malek looking down at her, breathing in her scent. By god she smelled delightful! He doesn't have a moment to apologize before Chizue is hopping off her seat, tugging at his sleeve to sit him down her now vacant seat. He doesn't complain, though he's astonished as she climbs up to plant herself on his lap.

His body stiffens at how brave she had become, though Malek hardly protests at their current situation. Instead, he snakes a hand around her abdomen, his palm flat against her stomach as he pulls her against his chest, quite enjoying the feel of her lithe body against his frame. Still, that delicious scent of her continues to waft into his nostrils and it takes all his self-control to not pull her from that barstool and drag her into the alley outside. Scolding himself quickly, he had far more control than this, it had to be the alcohol getting to him. He would cut himself off tonight, Malek couldn't imagine taking Chizue to bed in her condition, but that didn't mean he couldn't watch out for the woman as she enjoyed herself tonight.

Still, his hand remains across her abdomen, gently stroking circles there as he enjoys her presence. Waving down the bartender with the other hand, he gestures towards her empty drink, "I think she wants another one," he tells the bartender quickly before allowing his chin to rest on Chizue's shoulder, "I think your friends abandoned you. I expect that's a good thing, I doubt they would welcome me," he laughs in her ear, again that scent of her filling his nostrils. Inching closer, until his lips are nearly brushing her ear, "Chizue, you smell delightful tonight," he whispers.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.