The Ripper

William Jack Holloway

If there was anything that Will remained sure of, it was that Vhalla would likely laugh at the way the man was so completely unprepared for the date that he had asked her on. At least, he assumed that this counted as a date. After making out with someone so intimately in an alley, one could only assume that the request to see her again would be a date. But what surprised the man entirely was the way that Vhalla smiled - a gesture that brought a similar look to his own features. Though still, he couldn't quite deny the pout on his lips as she stepped out of his arms and to the curb to flag down the taxi. He found he rather liked the tiny blonde pressed up against his side, and he wasn't quite willing to let it go just yet. But still, she stepped back in close to him and her hand found his. He grinned instantly, those fingers of his interlocking with her own as he opened his mouth to ask where she thought they were going, only to find the girl leaning forward to catch his lips in yet another kiss. His free hand fell to her side as their mouths met, and truly the only thing that the man wanted to do was pull her in and press her against his frame.

It was, perhaps, fortunate that the taxi pulled up and forced the two of them to break apart. The smile that was on her lips was enough to make his heart seize within his chest and he was absolutely sure that she would be able to hear the steady thumping of his heart within his ribcage. He was nervous in a way he'd never been around a woman, and it was surprising to him how very much he cared for how the evening turned out. He couldn't help the way his eyebrows quirked up at the girl's admittance that she wasn't sure if she was going to make it. "I'm glad you did," He said simply, the man seeing no reason to hide behind a façade of sarcasm for his enjoyment of the girl's company. He allowed her to pull him into that taxi, his eyes dropping to the sheath that was exposed on her thigh. "Ah," He said with a playful chuckle. His fingers reached out then, the tips of his fingers brushing against that sheath as that impish grin spread across his features. "What a lovely place to hold a weapon."

The man was entirely distracted by the exposed skin of her leg, clearly not paying any attention to the address that was given to the driver. Once upon a time, he would have been so entirely appalled by the outfit the woman chose. It was improper for his eyes to wander like that, and yet years of living within the modern world had seemingly changed the man. After all, why should he deny himself the pleasure of looking at her body when it was so enticing to all of his senses. It was only the particular expression of 'wine and dine' that saw the man blink, his features furrowing with confusion. "What the bloody hell does that mean?" He commented with a frown. It seemed simple enough, and yet the slang had thrown the Hunter. Still, he couldn't help the chuckle at the mention of her expensive date. "I have no problem with that, kitten." He teased. "You'll find I'm a rather expensive man."

He wasted no time in handing over several bills to the driver before he slid out of the cab and after the woman. The club that she pulled him towards had him confused - it was hardly the place for a date - and yet he still allowed himself to be pulled through the doors and through the crowd that seemed to press against him. Modern dance clubs were something the man would never understand. There was no appeal of them compared to the ballrooms of the London courts that he had grown up in. Dancing had been an art, a skill to show off. And now it seemed to be no more than the pressing of bodies and flailing limbs. He hoped that she didn't expect him to partake in that activity, he was sure he would make a full out of himself. But the girl seemed willing to push him through one of the back doors and into the cozy room with the tables. As soon as the door closed and the music ceased, he let out a small breath.

"I'll never understand the way dancing works now. It's atrocious," He commented, shaking his head softly. "If you wish for me to dance, I can promise you a lovely waltz. That..." He gestured towards the door they'd come from. "Is not bloody dancing." He ceased his muttering about the activity the moment that she spoke again, the man nodding at the mention of food. Food, yes. That was date-ish, was it not? He stepped in closer to the woman as she spoke, his hands finding hers again as he listened to her speak. "A true local then, aren't you?" He teased, one finger reaching up to wrap so delicately around a tendril of her long hair. "You should wear your hair down more often," He commented before he stepped back, moving to pull out her chair and help her be seated before he took his own seat. Lifting the menu, he flashed her a grin. "So, my darling, since you know the chef so intimately, what would you recommend?"

But darling -- it's only human nature.