Isabella Wayson
Isabella had long since finished everything that she needed done. All of the horses had been brought in for the night and fed, as well as all of the dogs and cats. So, being that it was a Friday evening, she had decided that she would go to the night club. She had not been there since right after she had arrived, and she had a pretty good time the last time she was there. She had met a guy there who seemed pretty nice. She had ran in to him again later when they had been trying to investigate the strange sickness that had been spreading. He seemed like a nice down to earth type of guy. Possibly even the type she could see herself hooking up with, but they had only ran in to each other twice, so she could never really know anything about him.
She quickly showered to get the smell of the horses and such off of her hair and everything. She then turned off the water and grabbed a towel off the shelf beside the shower, wrapping it around herself as she went to her closet that was in her room adjoining the bathroom. She looked through hanger after hanger of clothes before she decided on something a little more revealing than she normally wore. She grabbed a relatively short jean skirt and a white tank top. She quickly dressed and finished getting herself ready before she made sure that the doggy door to the fenced in back yard was unlocked so the dogs could get out if they needed to.
Once all of her lights and everything were shut off she decided that it was time to leave. It was beginning to get dark, and she had to admit it was a little chilly out, so she grabbed a jacket. She did not worry about changing into warmer clothes because she knew it would be toasty at the night club. Instead she just climbed in to her truck and turned the key on, causing the engine to roar to life. She turned up the heat and waited for the truck to heat up before she set off towards the night club.
She soon reached the club and she parked the truck, shutting it off and then getting out. She walked towards the club and showed her id to get in. Once inside, she walked straight towards the bar once again. Her normal shot of Jack Daniels was ordered as she looked around to see if she recognized anyone who was here...
.|.Acheron.|.
You couldn't miss him. Ever. Standing at nearly seven feet tall, he was someone that towered over nearly everyone in the joint. Black hair shimmered under the bright lights, and he moved like a dancer. He kissed the cheeks of some of the most prestigous women in town, shook hands with both good guys and men. His laughter floated throughout the place and plenty of heads turned to watch Acheron Panthenopoulous. He was new in town, but he had money which in turn gave him pull. He kissed the cheek of Taylor, the owner of the Night Club, then continued up towards the bar. As he moved, a waif like blonde suddenly latched herself to him. She was beautiful, looking like an exotic pixie or an elf. At a quick glance, she would seem to be just another girl that wanted his attention but when you looked closer you could see that their cheek bones were similar and both had the same striking blue eyes. Brother and sister? Hard to believe, when the girl hardly made it up to his chest. He gave her a smile, kissed her on the cheek, then continued on. He came up next to Isabella, and when he spoke it was as though time stopped. Can I get a dirty martini, three shots of Jose, and a Mimosa? Hearing him order, it was more like fruity drinks that a girlfriend and her friends would order. He glanced over and flashed a faint smile to Isabella. Sisters twenty first birthday. She's out to break my bank. Impossible to do, but hey. Acheron had a smooth easy voice with just a hint of an accent that wasn't quite easy to place. You could join us if you like. I know she'd like a friend. We're kinda new in town. A soft smile. Not a huge flirt, not pushing or pressuring her. Just simple and easy. What are good guys for?
Isabella Wayson
Isabella sat at the bar and waited momentarily before her drink arrived. It only took a few minutes, but she looked around as she waited and noted that she saw no one that she knew. Though, she had to admit that she knew no one in this place, well she knew a few people but no where as many people as she had known all of the other places that she lived. She guessed that taking care of her home, stable, horses, dogs, and cats had made it so that she did not go out as much.
Though, as she sat there she saw that there was a very tall man coming towards the bar with a shorter blond woman walking along with him. He stopped beside her and spoke to the bar tender who had just given her the drink she ordered. As she heard him order she took a drink and heard what he said, he spoke ordering quite a few fruity drinks. Bella couldn't help but wonder how many girls he might have with him tonight, though she mentally slapped herself, it was none of her business.
After he was finished ordering he looked to her and she heard him speak in her direction. He spoke of today being his sister's twenty first birthday and she turned to look to them. See, that was what one got for thinking the worst of people. She was proved wrong about the multiple women that he had. I wish I had a brother to buy me whatever drinks I wanted on my twenty first birthday. She laughed slightly. She was an only child, and even if she had a brother, she had been getting moved in here on her birthday, so he would not have been around any way. She knew what he meant by breaking the bank, though, she had pretty much broken her own since coming here. It was true that her funds were running low...
Then the offer to join them was extended and she smiled in a friendly manner to him and also his sister. She nodded her head, saying that she would join them, though she knew that she would have to limit herself on the drinking due to her low funds, she could still have fun and hang out, though. Well, I would love to join y'all. I'm Isabella. Yes, she had a bit of a country accent due to growing up in Tennessee.
.|.Acheron.|.
His smile was bright and quick. He glanced down at her drink, ordered her another one, and then started walking away expecting her to follow. The lights were bright and flashing, and music poured from the singer's mouth that was on stage. A country song turned rock. Come on over. Drink my wine. Waste my candles, Waste my time. Tell me lies I won't believe. Just don't wake me when you leave. Come on over, Kick me to the ground. Kiss me when I'm down. He turned and gave the faintest of smiles to Isabella. That's Shaun. He's kind of a punk ass wild child kid, but he's not to bad when you get to know him. The blonde singer on stage gave a wink and a smile to Isabella as he continued to sing. He had a hypnotic way about him, something that made every girl just want to stay a little while longer. He looked like a punk surfer boy. Shaggy blonde hair, tan skin, a couple tattoos.... A piercing or two. Finally, Acheron slid back a curtain for Isabella revealing a set of stairs. After you. VIPs were allowed upstairs and no one else. But when you were friends with the club's owner and her kid brother, you could get away with murder here. Walking up the stairs, Isabella would be able to smell the scent of leather and horses with a faint hint of cologne. Almost as though it were an after thought. Coming to the very top, a huge room opened up. Bright reds, deep blacks... It was beautiful in a gothic sort of way. And sitting on a plush pillow was Liliana. Acheron, what took you so long? She pouted. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it. But, that was soon going to come to an end. Acheron was having enough with her spending habits, her destructive habits, her boy toys, the late night parties. She knew she was toying with danger with him. She was a mere five two, weighing maybe a hundred pounds. And she looked every bit the spoiled princess. This could be fun.
Isabella Wayson
Isabella picked up her drink and finished the last of it as the bartender returned with all of the drinks that this guy had ordered. The blond carried off as many as she could and then Acheron ordered her another and she reached for her purse, she couldn't let him buy her drinks even if she was on a budget, she was not the type to just come to a bar to get guys to buy her drinks. Though, by the time she had gotten her money out, she tried to pay for her drink and the bar tender told her it was taken care of and Acheron had already walked away a few steps.
She followed him, with her drink in one hand and her cash in the other, and tried to hand him her cash as they walked, before they had made it more than three steps from the bar. Here, you didn't have to get that drink. She hoped that he would take the money and if he absolutely refused then she wouldn't make a big deal, it was only one drink after all, though she just hoped that he would take it.
As they walked close to the stage she saw Acheron turn to her and give her a glimmer of a smile before he spoke, introducing the guy singing to her and she smiled as she looked up to the stage momentarily just long enough to see him wink and smile at her and she did blush slightly. After all, she was not used to getting a lot of attention since she had been here. Sure when she was in high school she had gotten her fair share of attention, but she had not really gotten much since she had gotten out, probably since she had not been out much around a lot of people.
Then as they continued to walk a few steps, she saw the curtain that Acheron pulled back and she smiled as she walked passed him, thanking him for opening the curtain for her. She walked rather quickly up the stairs, despite the fact that she was not all too comfortable in the heels that she was wearing. After all, she was used to wearing either her tennis shoes, cowboy boots, or her work boots. She managed to walk without looking awkward, though.
Once up the stairs she looked around the large room with it's black and red furnishings and such. She had never seen this part of the club before. Then as she looked around momentarily she heard the words of the blond girl, asking her brother what had taken so long. This brought her attention to the girl and she offered a friendly smile.
She did not immediately move to sit down, though she made sure that she was not blocking the door way so Acheron could get in. Another sip of her drink was taken as she then lifted her free hand to brush a stray piece of her copper hair behind her ear.
.|.Acheron.|.
He stepped around Isabella and sat down, taking a sip of a soda that was sitting on the table in front of him. Acheron stretched his long legs out, sighing contently. Things were running quite smooth tonight. Liliana was staying out of trouble, and he may have made a new friend. Speaking of new friend.... His eyes shifted to look at Isabella and he raised a brow. You can sit down you know. He was pretty quiet, barely heard above the music. But, whether Isabella sat down or not, he spoke again. So what brings you to a town like this, Isabella? Atroe City was a quiet little town. For the most part. Minus the gangs and under ground issues. But the lighter side of town was quite lovely. He liked it at least. It added some spice to his life. He glanced over to Liliana and noted the bored look on her face. Oh no... He knew that look way to well. The little blonde stood. Isabella. It was nice meeting you. But... I think I'm going to head out. I have someone I need to meet. She kissed her brother on the cheek and gave a hint of a smile, but there was a glimpse of mischief in her eyes. She sauntered towards the door and headed downstairs, leaving the club and disappearing into the night. Acheron shifted slightly with unease. She's a good kid. She just makes a lot of bad decisions. He said softly. He tried to smile and relax. Anyways... Tell me about you.
Isabella Wayson
Isabella was a very friendly girl, though she was not as comfortable in new situations as she would like to be. Sure, she was outgoing and would talk to anyone but she didn't think that she was that good one on one. She was best in groups of people. Though, she did like being with just her friends... It was just that she was not used to being alone with new people. When she heard Acheron speak, saying she could sit down she felt like a fool, really. Though, she did move to sit down on the couch where he and his sister were sitting.
The drink that she had been sipping on was sat down on the table for the moment after one more quick sip was taken. Then as she sat there next to him, he spoke once more and asked her what brought her here. She smiled that same beautiful smile that he had seen so many times already tonight as she replied. Well, the land is pretty cheap and I needed a place where I could keep my horses and the rest of my pets without having to board them. She spoke truthfully, her animals meant a lot to her and they were one of her main reasons for choosing this place in particular.
Just after she had spoken, the other girl stood up and spoke to her, saying that it was nice to meet her and that she had to head out, the smile that was on Bella's face remained as she spoke. It was nice meeting you too. Maybe they would run in to each other again some time and they could get to be friends, but now it was just her and Acheron. It wasn't like she minded, though. After all, he seemed like a very nice guy and she was beginning to feel comfortable around him.
Then, he spoke of his sister being a good girl who made bad decisions, Bella knew how that was, she had a younger cousin who was much the same. The two of them had always been close and she had always tried to keep her from trouble, though it rarely worked. Then after the statement about his sister was made he spoke again, asking her to tell him about herself. She bit her bottom lip slightly as she thought what to say. Well, what do you want to know? She didn't know what to tell him, after all, she did not find herself very interesting... She reached to pick up her drink and finished the last of it, setting the glass back on the table...
.|.Acheron.|.
His eyes lit up a bit. What kind of horses do you have, Isabella? His voice was smooth as silk with just that hint of an accent. That implaceable accent. A faint smile touched his lips. I love horses. But, alas, finding one that fits my size is a slight challenge. He took another sip of soda then leaned back on the couch. He was super easy to talk to and super relaxed all the time. But it was easy to see the way his eyes shifted across the room, as though making sure there was no danger lurking in the corners. It would be interesting to see where a man like this came from. It was almost as though his accent was greek. Then you start comparing his sister to him. She was a small little petite thing with blonde hair. He was a giant with hair as black as sin. And out of the two siblings, he was the least destructive. Give Liliana a stick of gum, a pair of pliers and a toothpick she would come back with some crazy scheme or another. Indeed, they were an interesting pair....
Isabella Wayson
Isabella was actually beginning to feel very comfortable around this guy, and it did show as she sat on the couch beside him. He asked her what kind of horses she had and she smiled, her horses were one of her favorite things to talk about in all honesty. Well, I have six horses right now. I have a Quarter horse, a Lipizanner, a Paint, a Fjord, a Clydesdale, and a Lusitano. I also have a rescued Percheron mix that I am trying to sell. She laughed a bit, it was quite a long list. She nodded when he spoke of loving horses but having difficulties finding ones tall enough. She had two that were very tall, her Clydesdale Yazi was 18hh tall and the Percheron she spoke of was 18.3hh, so they were very tall.
She looked to her drink and remembered that it was empty so she just looked back up to Acheron. That same smile was worn on her beautiful features as she looked to him. Once again she lifted her hand to push a stray piece of her hair behind her ear as she spoke once more. So, do you have any horses or pets? It was just small talk really, she did want to get to know him, though, and knowing whether he likes animals was something that was important to her if they were going to be friends.
.|.Acheron.|.
Immediatly he perked up a bit. How much are you selling him for? He made a motion with his hand, and within a few moments another drink was placed in front of Isabella. Don't bother paying, Izzy. I'm a gentlemen. There was a glimmer of humor in his eyes. He was practically made of money, and getting what he wanted was never a problem. Do you have any horses or pets? Her question brought a slight twinge of pain and he gave her a slightly bitter smile. I did. But, my sister and I had to move here and didn't know where we would be staying. I sold my business, sold all the horses, the dogs... A friend of mine took the dogs. So I might get one or two back, but he's pretty partial to them. The drum beat down stairs suddenly picked up, a guitar wailed and he could hear Shaun singing his heart out. The boy's slightly crazy. But he's harmless. He said as though apologizing. He hadn't been in the area long, but he'd known Taylor and her brother for years.
Isabella Wayson
Isabella listened to the music as she waited for Acheron to speak in reply. He asked her how much she was selling the horse for, and she knew that a horse like him could go for a great amount, but she was really just looking for a great home for him. After all, she had not rescued him for profit but to help him. Probably around $1000, just to help cover the vet bills he has. Truth be told, she had paid probably closer to $5000 for the horse since she had gotten him. When she had found him he was very skinny and had a injured leg. She had to bribe his previous owner with $500 just to get him to let her take him then she had to pay for a lot of expensive vet bills, but that did not matter. Sure, her funds were running low, but that didn't really matter as long as she could stay afloat.
Acheron motioned for someone to bring her another drink and spoke to her, saying that she should not bother paying and that she was a gentleman. She smiled and thanked him for the drink and accepted it as it was given to her. She took a sip of it before sitting the glass down once more.
She noted the tinge of bitterness in his vocals when he spoke of having to get rid of his animals and her smile faded a bit. She would have hated to have to get rid of her pets. It's good you could find them a good home, at least. If you ever want to be around a bunch of dogs I have fourteen of them. She laughed a bit. It wasn't every day that you heard of someone who had fourteen dogs. She just loved animals and couldn't turn down one that was in need.
Then Acheron spoke of the boy downstairs singing and she smiled. It seemed like he knew more people here than she did and he was new here, oh well. So, have y'all found a place here yet?
.|.Acheron.|.
He waved his fingers again and some other concoction was put in front of him. He picked up the small shot glass and sipped lightly his eyes slightly narrowed. I'll give you two thousand for him. Your holding back on me. Stop. He gave a smile. He had money. He knew how to use it. And he knew the girl could use it. At least that money would help her out. At the moment, we're in the process of buying a house but the owners are kinda going back and forth on me. Oh, if you buy it you must do this, and oh if you do that then you must do this. I really want to get a place out in the woods on my own with my sister. Somewhere that I can keep an eye on her. Like I said, she's a good kid that makes bad decisions. He sighed softly and leaned back again. I want to start breeding dogs and horses again. I had andalusians, friesians, some thoroughbreds. Liliana mostly handled the dog portion of our operation. She had all sorts of dogs. Mostly little yappy ones that I couldn't stand. No offense if thats what you have. He said quickly. But I'm a big guy. And a two pound rodent running around the house drove me nuts. I was always afraid of squishing one of them. We made a deal though. No more small dogs. Weight limit, they gotta be over thirty pounds or it doesn't qualify as a dog. He smiled. Keep your eyes open for me? I'm looking for some good quality horse flesh to get back into breeding again.
Isabella Wayson
The man she had been speaking with spoke once again after she had told him how much she wanted for the horse. He said that he would give her $2000 for him and that she should stop holding back on him and she laughed a bit at this, she wasn't exactly holding back on him. You haven't even seen him yet and you are offering me more than I even said he was. She laughed at this as she spoke. She knew that the stallion was a good one, but he did not know that. She knew nothing about how much money he had though. $2000 was a lot of money to her but it was probably pocket change to him.
He then spoke about the place that he was wanting to buy and she nodded. She had gotten her place pretty easily, after all, the people who had it had inherited it when their parents had gone in to a nursing home, just after the stable had been updated and such, and they were not horse people so they had sold it rather cheap and without much hassle. He then leaned back as did Isabella, keeping her legs crossed as she did so. He then spoke of the business he had ran and how he would like to get back in to it. He spoke of the small dogs and she laughed slightly, she was not much for small dogs. She only had one right now, and she was not exactly small. Nope, I breed German Shepherds mainly. I do have some rescues, though. One of them is a 12 pound Tibetan Spaniel mix. She would not give Kona up for the world even though she was more partial to large dogs.
Then Acheron spoke again, saying for her to keep an eye out that he was looking for some horses to get him started and she nodded. I will keep an eye out. She smiled at this as she finally slipped her jacket from her slender frame, revealing her plain white tank top that clung to her curves flatteringly. She placed the jacket on the arm of the couch beside her.
.|.Acheron.|.
I trust you. He said softly when she spoke of him not seeing the horse. Acheron went to say something else, but then his phone rang. I feel it deep within, It's just beneath the skin I must confess that I Feel like a monster. I hate what I've become. The nightmare's just begun. I must confess that I Feel like a monster. Excuse me. He murmured softly as his ringtone went off. He answered it getting up. He didn't walk the door but paced around the room. It's said that a man could be judged by his ringtone. So what was up with his? Suddenly a bright and happy smile came across his lips. That's excellent news, Miss Markova. Thank you, yes. I'll be buy in the morning. Give my best to the babies. He turned to Isabella as he hung up the phone. I got the house! I can go pick up the keys whenever I would like. He was excited, extremely animated. Would you like to see it? There are security lights everywhere, and I know there is a spare key under a rock by the door. There was no alterior motives here. He wanted to share his excitement with her, to show her how happy he was right now. And he knew that a girl like Izzy would appreciate his home, his stable, the kennels.
Isabella Wayson
sabella smiled as Acheron softly said that he trusted her. Then she noticed that he went to say something else just as she heard music playing over the music from down stairs. His phone had began to ring and he excused himself, standing up and pacing around the room as he answered it. She heard the words he spoke on the phone, though she was not trying to eavesdrop. She did notice how happy the person on the other end of the line had made Acheron.
Then as he hung up the phone he looked back to her and spoke once more, saying that he had gotten the house that he had been talking about buying and she smiled. That's great! She was excited for him, after all he had just told her how difficult it had been for him to try and talk the previous owner in to selling to him.
As he asked her if she wanted to see his new house the smile remained on her face and she nodded. Sure, I'd love to see it!
.|.Acheron.|.
He gave a grin and stood, offering his hand to her. Acheron lead Isabella down the stairs and out to his truck. Would you like to ride with me? He asked softly. Whatever her choice, whether she rode with him or whether she drove her truck he climbed into the drivers side and started heading for his new home.