That Special Shake | Stagger Lee |

[Kleo]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

That Special Shake
10.27.14 | The Handle Bar | Redwood

Kleopatra: Kleo liked her job at the Handle Bar. She got to work with a great group of people and even enjoyed on the job perks. Furthermore, the crowd the place drew was interesting, to say the least. The fact that the building was and had been undergoing remodeling hadn't stopped business. There was never a short supply of shady folk looking to get their fill, or perhaps looking for a fight.

Several hours earlier the bar had been abuzz with conversation and commotion- drinks and laughter all around. The place had since calmed down, and Kleo had taken to rearranging the bar, making sure everything was in its place.

Stagger Lee: Ever since that night out with the paladins, the Handle Bar had become one of Stagger Lee’s favorite hangouts. Not just because of the bourbon they sold. But also for the shady company that used to lurk in the backrooms. The spot seemed very popular with gangsters of all kinds, and Stag liked to engage them in fights, take their lives, and their possessions. This time though, he didn’t even venture into the further back areas of the vast place, because right at the bar he saw a face that caught his interest. He’d noticed it on one of the auction cards at Lancaster’s not long ago. “Hello Kleo” he greeted the tattooed woman, lifting his hat.

Kleopatra: Roused from her concentration on the task at hand, Kleo looked up then stared, wondering if she was supposed to know the male...because she didn't. She was immediately suspicious. “You are...?

Stagger Lee: "My name is Stagger Lee...I saw your profile at the auction."

Kleopatra: Relaxed some, but still remained on guard- it was in her nature. “You did? And did you like what you saw, Mr. Lee...may I call you Mr. Lee?”

Stagger Lee: "Yes that works. And I do like what I saw. That's why I have contacted you..." he replied, "...there was a lot of promise in those lines."

Kleopatra: She laughed softly, her head bobbing up and down in a nod which caused dark strands to shift about her shoulders and back. “What kind of promise would that be, might I ask?”

Stagger Lee: "I saw many very interesting things there, a lot of ideas forming on my mind", he smiled darkly, his eyes focused on her. "But before we discuss these many potential pleasures, I would like you to know that there is something not stated in your profile which would be absolutely essential for me."

Kleopatra: Kleo could probably guess at some of those interesting things, he was a man after all…or perhaps she wasn't giving him enough credit. She pushed those thoughts away, and focused on the words he was speaking then, instead. Absolutely essential? What could he be talking about. She'd thought her profile was pretty thorough. "Oh? What would that be?"

Stagger Lee: He leaned in a little closer now, so close that he could smell it, take in its wonderful fragrance, for he was a hunter and his senses were keen. "Your blood" He spoke, in a soft whisper, his lips now close to her ear, "Just a few pints, not all of it" he added.

Kleopatra: The two words he spoke tickled her ear, and caused several creases to appear between her sculpted brows. "My blood…just a few pints...not all of it?" she spoke slowly, repeating back what he'd said to her, while simultaneously tossing the idea around in her head. She was a confident sort, to the point that some would say she had an ego, even. A bit of an ego was healthy in her opinion, and furthermore, necessary, to make it in this world. Kleo valued herself, and more importantly, her blood. She'd never spoken it aloud, but it was a major reason why she had no childer of her own- she'd found no one worthy of her blood. She couldn't and wouldn't give it away so easily. "I'm afraid...I can't give that up...without a fight." Her eyes met his and held steady. He could interpret that as he wished.

Stagger Lee: Her reaction was quite interesting to study. The thought of giving up some of their own blood always was so hard to fathom for a vampire. So ironic as they took so much without even asking every day. "A fight" he replied, "Now I am even more interested."

Kleopatra: Kleo was no fool, she'd known something was different about the male as soon as he approached. His scent had been hard to distinguish- human, but with distinct qualities that were anything but. She'd done unspeakable things a time or two, to people who'd asked her for the very same thing. She'd lacked control then. "Wi." she said simply, in Creole tongue. "A fight…" she continued. "...As in if you fight for it, well then, I guess you'll have earned it. Does that scare you, Mr. Lee?" there was a faint tone of teasing in her voice, and a smirk threatened to break through on her lips. "Are you having second thoughts?"

Stagger Lee: "Oh you have no idea how much that does scare me, Madame Kleo", he replied to her teasing, then added, more seriously, "I am absolutely certain your blood will be even more delicious after a good fight."

Kleopatra: Kleo picked up on the sarcasm, but didn't doubt the man was probably scared, to some extent. He should be. Is that what they do with the blood? She wondered. Kleo realized she'd never given much thought to what the people asking for her blood planned to do with it. She'd imagined they divided it into vials and sold it on some underground market. Maybe that was her being naive, or maybe she'd watched one too many episodes of True Blood. "Is that what you want my blood for, the taste?" she pressed him, tossing out the question casually

Stagger Lee: "Yes" he replied,trying to sound as casual as possible "the taste. The best of blood is even better than the best of whiskey." There was much more to it than just the taste, the power it held, the strength it gave, but why should he tell her those secrets. He was sure he knew much more about her kind then she knew about his kind. And he wanted to keep it that way. "I think you'll most likely understand these notions."

Kleopatra: Kleo didn't believe him wholeheartedly, but now wasn't the time nor place to attempt delving further down that line of questioning. "Blood's better than whiskey, eh? I'll have to take your word on that." Kleo smiled, the corners of her mouth lifting a fraction. "And I'm sorry, I think I missed something...which notions do you think I'll understand?" She was playing the aloof card. Clearly, she knew exactly what he was referring to, but she couldn't come out and say so, could she?

Stagger Lee: "Oh you don't drink whiskey?" he asked, intentionally misunderstanding her, "out of principle or just never tried?" Of course she wouldn't admit to what she was, but who would, really. "The fine notions and details of taste. Mind if I illustrate?" He ordered two glasses of whiskey now, a bourbon and a scotch.

Kleopatra: Kleo’s eyes narrowed slightly, trying to gauge the man’s intent with the question he’d just asked- was he trying to trip her up? “No. I drink whiskey...it’s just been awhile since I’ve had it, or any other alcohol for that matter. I used to be able to knock ‘em back, but here lately it never seems to settle right with my stomach, so I try to avoid it as much as possible.” There. That wasn’t so hard to believe...right? “What’re you gonna show me?” Kleo poured bourbon and scotch respectively, setting them down in front of the man.

Stagger Lee: "Look at these two," he said as he pointed at the bourbon - a Wild Turkey-, then at the scotch - a Glenlivet."They don't look terribly different. The bourbon is a bit darker, but that's all." He held the glasses to the light as he spoke."They taste a lot different though, as you might know." He looked at her as she talked about her stomach. "...Maybe you should accompany them with a hearty meal" he said. "Do you like game?"

Kleopatra: Kleo listened along as he talked liquor, her eyes following the assent of the glassware as he held them up to catch light. "Oh yeah, I see what you mean..." Her head bobbed along, showing that she understood. "I do know, actually. And yeah, maybe that's my problem, the food part. I'm not a big eater. I'm guilty of drinking my calories. Bad habit, I know..."

[Stagger Lee]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Stagger Lee: Stagger Lee grinned as he heard her words. He had been right. It had been a bit of a guess that she was a vampire, but now he was more certain. She didn't look unhealthy like someone with an eating disorder. But many vampires had trouble eating. "Yes, if you drink the right stuff it can be as nourishing as a good meal", he replied.

Kleopatra: "Yup. I make a wicked Protein shake. Gives me everything I need and more. You ever tried anything like that?" Kleo Smirked, she enjoyed teasing way too much.

Stagger Lee: "I am sure you are capable of rather wicked shakes" he said, looking her up and down with a grin, "I bet they are indeed worth trying."

Kleopatra: "You'd bet on it, huh?" Kleo winked. "Would be a well placed bet. But then again I'm biased" She shrugged. "Are those drinks for show, or are ya gonna knock em back?"

Stagger Lee: "It is shame I have to drink them alone" he spoke as he reached for the bourbon, taking a good sip from it. "one don't knock back whiskey though. It is something to savour. Gives you a kind of stimulation few other things are able too."

Kleopatra: Laughed at that "Maybe some other time. For now I'll enjoy you enjoying it. How does that sound?" Kleo watched as he indulged with care. Even when she had been able to drink, she could recall few times she drank with such grace. She had been a partier, and she had enjoyed many of the pleasures that accompanied such a lifestyle, including excessive alcohol on several occasions.

Stagger Lee: He now reached for his shades, finally removing them to bare his dark eyes. "I hope I will soon be able to enjoy you" he spoke, after another slow sip of the amber liquid. "We haven't yet discussed much what what we could potentially do together."

Kleopatra: Kleo caught his gaze for a moment before averting "Well...have you got anything in mind besides what I already know is on your mind...What are the activities you enjoy most?"

Stagger Lee: "I enjoy hunting", he replied, "all kinds of game. I am pretty sure that going out to hunt together would be fun. I read that you are a dancer though. That is something else I'd enjoy, watching you dance for me."

Kleopatra: "Hunting is therapeutic for me. Wild game...the chase. The rush." She grunted. "That would be an ideal outing, but....what kinda dance are you expecting?"

Stagger Lee: "Oh yes," he looked at her with a sparkle in his dark eyes. This woman seemed to have some things in common with him for sure, not only her hometown. "I am not really an expert on dancing", he replied, then added with a little smile, "something that whets my appetite."

Kleopatra: Kleo loved hunting more than the man could know. Humans, and true wild game alike. She raised a brow at his reply. She definitely knew some moves likely to whet his appetite, or anyone else's for that matter...but she wasn't going to reveal all her talents so easily. "I know a thing or two that could do that...and surely you know some form of dance?"

Stagger Lee: "I do..." he said and grinned, taking another slow sip from his glass, his eyes not leaving hers at all. He could see her body move, dance before his eyes, vividly, seductively. Yes, he really liked the image now forming on his mind.

Kleopatra: "What's it called?" From the way he was eyeballing her she had half a clue.

Stagger Lee: "It is an ancient dance that many practice, but only few are able to master" he replied, "it is the oldest of all dances, and also the most powerful." He spoke and took another sip of whiskey.

Kleopatra: Would have spit out her drink, if she'd had one. Instead, a deep laugh erupted from her perfect mouth. "So that's what the definition of it is these days...are you a master?"

Stagger Lee: "Would a master brag about his skills?" he asked with an even bigger grin as he saw her laugh.

Kleopatra: Shook her head from side to side. "He might! You don't think he would?"

Stagger Lee: "Actions speak louder than words" he replied. Stag certainly was a man of action more than words.

Kleopatra: Grinned. "I can appreciate that." As she stood there, a thought came to mind." So tell me...is this your first auction?"

Stagger Lee: "Actually, no" he replied, "I took part in the previous one too. How about you, have you ever been a part of any of them?"

Kleopatra: Made a small sound. "Interesting...how did it go, last time? This will be my first auction."

Stagger Lee: "Well", he shrugged, and then replied, "it didn't all go as planned, but in the end I enjoyed the outcome." He had had his first taste of vampire blood due to that auction. But that was not something he was going to tell her.

Kleopatra: "Not as planned you say...do you think things will go to plan this time around?"

Stagger Lee: "We are creatures of instinct" he said, his eyes meeting hers again, "we make plans, but then throw them away to act on our urges, our pleasures. It is always good to have a strategy when going out to hunt, but even better not to be a slave to it."

Kleopatra: A devilish smile accompanied the look that passed Kleo's eyes. How right he was. Some of her best hunts consisted of...surprises. "Mhm. Very true. Sometimes though, acting on my instinct and urges hasn't turned out well for me. Still, I'd take the chances again…"

Stagger Lee: "We all make mistakes" he said with a nod. Without the mistake of leaving that one deputy alive he would not be here in Harper Rock, for there wouldn't have been any need to flee to Canada. On the other hand, things had turned out pretty well for him. "But that's alright as long as we enjoy the consequences."

Kleopatra: "Now you're talkin', Lee!" She hadn't asked if she could call him that, but she liked it. "I always find a silver lining. If nothing else, it makes for a good story to tell, eh?"

Stagger Lee: "We can share hunting tales and all that."

Kleopatra: "You think so? Have you lots of hunting tales to tell?" She was beginning to wonder how long he'd been...or done? Whatever it was he actually did. From the way he spoke, it'd been awhile.

Stagger Lee: "All kinds of hunting tales, yes. I've been a hunter since I've been old enough to hold a gun". Well not that kind of hunter, but there was no need to tell her that yet. No matter if hunting gators in the bayou, or vampires in Harper Rock, the thrill was just the same.

Kleopatra: "Where I come from, 'old enough to hold a gun' could mean 9...months." she laughed, joking...kind of. "My dad taught me how to shoot. I'm a decent shot, but...I really like blades."

Stagger Lee: "I've always been more into guns." He replied, "I like the idea of dropping them before they can even get to you. But I am looking forward to our fight."

Kleopatra: "I like the intimacy of the blade…" She left it at that. No need to describe the sensation of warm blood on cool skin. "So yes...an interesting fight we'll have indeed. Should we forgo weapons? Yo-we could die otherwise." Kleo bit her lip. She'd almost slipped. Perhaps she'd just come off as overly confident.

Stagger Lee: He wasn't that good at melee, and she just said how much she liked blades. An unarmed fight would certainly have the odds in her favour. "I prefer weapons" he replied, "And you are very confident if you think that only I could die."

Kleopatra: "Weapons it is then...I'm just wondering how you could bring yourself to kill someone who looks this good." She went so far as to turn from side to side, giving him a view of most of her to some degree. She was a joker, bold and shameless.

Stagger Lee: "You look damn hot indeed, and you'd make an awesomely pretty corpse. But I think we shouldn't fight to the death. It would defeat the purpose of this whole auction thing. If I wanted to own a corpse I'd dig one up."

[Kleo]

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Kleopatra: "...I think that's a compliment. Thank you?….You say that like you've dug up a corpse before?

Stagger Lee: Now he laughed out loud. "I did" he replied. "But not for that purpose. But let's rather talk about what to do with the living Kleo", his eyes wandered over her again. Do they call themselves living?

Kleopatra: "…For what purpose?"

Stagger Lee: "The corpse or the living Kleo? In the first case it was strictly for business purposes. In the second case there are a multitude of purposes I could think off", he grinned. "They get more every minute I am talking to you"

Kleopatra: "Oh dear. I'm that inspirational?" She winked. "I won't beg you tell me everything, I do like some element of surprise."

Stagger Lee: "Maybe in the end I will have to do it like a lottery. I'll write down all my ideas on pieces of paper, blindfold you," he reached out his fingertips to trace the outline of a blindfold across her face lightly "and have you draw two".

Kleopatra: She grew tense at his touch, though she didn't withdraw- there was no sense of danger, at least not yet. "HA! Have me choose my own fate? Dirty. I like it." Kleo grinned. "Why only two...are they that complex?"

Stagger Lee: "You are right," he replied, "why only two. I could have you draw even more, and then combine them with each other. Maybe one slip of paper for the task, one for the place, one for your attire, and one for the tools used."

Kleopatra: Her eyes narrowed. What the hell did he have in mind? She pictured herself somewhere rugged, wearing a cocktail dress and heels. Knowing her luck, it'd play out that way. Then again, she wasn't the most submissive person there ever was, and if she didn't want to do it, he'd have a challenge on his hands getting her to bend. "There ya go. Do that! Shall I write down my clothing sizes for ya? Anything to help..." Her smile was too sweet.

Stagger Lee: "Excellent, yes do that!" he replied happily. "The sooner I am able to get started, the better." The more he talked to her, the more he liked the idea of winning her at the auction. "Is there anything you wouldn't wear under any circumstances?"

Kleopatra: He sounded a little over enthused at the prospect of choosing her attire. "Ummm...is there a questionable example that comes to mind?"

Stagger Lee: "Gatorskin monikini" he replied, trying to look as serious as possible. "I am pretty sure you'd look great in one. Going to the opera."

Kleopatra: He answered that way to fast. "Well. In that case, there's one important question I must ask…"

Stagger Lee: "Go ahead, ask what you must" he replied.

Kleopatra: "….Would it be real gator skin?"

Stagger Lee: "Would you go and hunt one with me? Skin it with your knife? And then let me cut the skin into something for you to wear?" he asked the woman.

Kleopatra: Kleo smirked. She remembered a trip she'd made, roughly a year ago. A return to the bayou. She'd hunted the strongest creatures she could find, and even drank their blood. Gator blood she'd particularly enjoyed, she'd brought some back, in fact. "That sounds...quite sexy, I must admit..."

Stagger Lee: "Plenty of sexy things you and I could do together. Sexy, bloody, violent things" He spoke, "maybe we end up being the Bonnie and Clyde of Harper Rock". He was sure she'd look hot when hunting, killing, splattered with blood.

Kleopatra: "Sexy, bloody and violent...someone must've let you in on my favorite things." she said in a tone that put on the appearance of being playful, not giving any inclination to the extent she truly would like that. "Better than Bonnie and Clyde. They got caught."

Stagger Lee: "True" he replied, with a big bad grin on his face, "I'm gonna catch you but nobody's gonna catch us."

Kleopatra: "Is that right?" She forced the words out through laughter. "That was a good one. You seem confident...about catching me."

Stagger Lee: "There's no 'maybe' when you go out to hunt", he replied, "you gotta know what you want and be determined to get it."

Kleopatra: "…That's the mindset to be in for sure. And what do you do, if someone else has eyes on your target?"

Stagger Lee: He pondered the question for a moment, then replied with a little shrug of his shoulders. "Well then you have to get rid of your opposition, one way or another. I don't like to share."

Kleopatra: Her eyes trained hard on the man at that response. "Uh huh...and how far would you go...to get rid of your opposition?"

Stagger Lee: "Depends on the circumstances", he said dark eyes focused on her as he replied, his gaze not leaving her as his hand reached for the glass of whiskey. He was making plans for her time of servitude already, his mind working on a number of activities. And he wouldn't appreciate if someone foiled those plans.

Kleopatra: "That leads me to believe…that you'd go quite far, Lee." He didn't need to say it, she understood, and thought they were similar in that way. "I tend to fight for what I want, so I know all to well the lengths a person can go to..." Her eyes followed his hand as it went for the glass. Her throat was scratchy- watching him drink wasn't helping the thirst slowly but surely creeping up on her.

Stagger Lee: "Yes, I know what I want and I don't like anything to come between me and my goal.", he spoke his gaze still focused on her. Seeing where her eyes now went, he shook the amber liquid in his glass just a little. "Are you sure you don't want a drink too?"

Kleopatra: Kleo's head quickly moved from left to right, and she held up a hand. "No no. I'm good, really. It's yours- go ahead and enjoy it..." Her thirst was increasing. How long had it been since she'd fed? Hell, how long had she been standing there talking with Lee? She could always replenish the blood by other means, but that ran the risk of him noticing. Besides, healing wasn't the same as the true hunt...

Stagger Lee: His eyes locking with hers as he took a slow, prolonged sip. "Are you sure?" he asked again, leaning in as he studied her reaction. He could sense that this situation, as harmless as it seemed, was becoming more and more dangerous. It was the instincts of a hunter that knew his prey well enough that were warning him. But yet, there he was enjoying this very situation, the adrenaline boost of imminent danger.

Kleopatra: "Very sure." she said, pulling back slightly as he leaned in. He was too close for comfort in her declining state of control. "I'll get something when I make it home later on."

[Stagger Lee]

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Stagger Lee: "They don't serve your ... protein shakes here?" he asked with feigned innocence. He knew the state she was in now, and in some strange way he liked it. He liked bloody, brutal fights. And this fight was one of the most fascinating ones. The fight between beast and humanity, instinct and civilization. And it all was going on within her. He knew that urge to feed too, much more than any of them would understand. But how much stronger would it be in her, she who - unlike him - needed the blood to survive. Even though he still had no definite proof, he was at this point utterly convinced she was a vampire.

Kleopatra: "They might…" she said vaguely. "But I prefer to make my own, if I'm going to have one. I know what I like and am very particular about the ingredients." Her voice was slightly cool in tone. She couldn't be sure, but she felt like he was pushing, testing her to see how far he could get- what he could get her to admit, which wasn't going to be much. "Really, don't you worry about me. I've been hungrier, and I've been thirstier, and still survived...."

Stagger Lee: Stag nodded on her words, "Alright then" he said, considering it a good time to change the topic now. "Something else- give me the name of an activity you like to do, a location to do it and an attire to wear while doing it"

Kleopatra: Kleo's head canted to the side. "Let me have just a moment to think about that..."

"…alright. I like to run...on nature trails...wearing running shorts and a sports bra...a cut off tee if it's colder. Does that work?"

Stagger Lee: Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a little cardboard ammo box, writing down a few words on the back of it "Yes that is excellent", he said."Now I know why all those wolves and rabbits looked so happy."

Kleopatra: Kleo watched Lee, carefully. "...Is that all you needed to know...are you sure you don't need another?" She was wondering if she should've chosen something involving more clothing. No doubt it'd come back to bite her in the *** later, knowing her luck. "Rabbits and wolves, eh?" She laughed, a short sound. "I might've made one or two happy along the way I guess."

Stagger Lee: He grinned in reply, "I've got plenty of ideas of my own, too" he said, "some you might like more than others, but go ahead, give me one more." Hearing her words he added, "I am sure you'll be able to make me happy too!"

Kleopatra: Her eyes narrowed at that last bit. "Happy in what way?" she asks, feeling rather bold in the moment. "And while you think on that...I also like to paint...at home...wearing an old pair of jeans and a top I don't care to make a mess of."

Stagger Lee: His hands reached out to touch hers for a moment, resting on top of them. "In many many ways. I am sure I will easily get at least twenty activities for us together. And yes, making a mess sounds like an excellent idea too."

Kleopatra: Lee was a man, and the way he felt so sure she'd make him happy had her wondering if she'd be happy as well. "…Twenty activities. Is there time in these plans of yours, for sleep?" Her mind was beginning to race. What if he wanted to take her outside, during the daylight hours? What the **** would she do then? Perhaps this wasn't the best idea after all. As she sat there, she tried to stop her brain from speeding through what felt like hundreds of worst case scenarios.

Stagger Lee: "I am fully aware of the fact that we might not be able to do all this during just three nights of time" He said, "but when I look at you I can't help getting ideas and inspiration." He raised his eyebrow now as she seemed a little uncomfortable. "What's up? I don't think that Bonnie ever complained to Clyde about too much activity."

Kleopatra: "Is that a roundabout way of saying I look damn good?" She teased. "I'm not complaining, per se...just saying that in order to uh...ensure I perform the activities satisfactorily, there should be rest, at some points?" There. That was pretty smooth...or so she hoped. It sounded good to her.

Stagger Lee: "Yes to both questions. You look damn good indeed. And yes, we will rest in between. If you are a good girl I'll give you some time to sleep and drink your delicious protein shakes."

Kleopatra: "HA! If I'm a good girl…honey, I ain't been a good girl in a decade, so it looks like I'm gonna be up all night." She poked her tongue out playfully, and gave her head another shake. "But seriously...My shakes aren't that important. I can go without them for a few days..."

Stagger Lee: "Oh you do?" he asked. "well if that is the case, I can safely keep you tied up all the time of your servitude" he replied with an evil grin on his face. "Especially as you seem to be such a bad girl."

Kleopatra: Dammit Kleo, what the **** were you thinking. "On second thought...I do like my shakes?" she bat her lashes, mouth quivering as a laugh threatened to spill. She wasn't afraid, and was quite sure she could handle anything Lee threw her way. "Why keep me tied up, hm? Afraid I might overpower you...shying away from a fight...?"

Stagger Lee: "Oh I am pretty sure the fight comes before tying you down" he replied, shaking his head. "And yes I am sure I'm gonna like your shakes too. Do you know what my favourite flavor is?"

Kleopatra: "Good point...in that case though, you may be the one tied down." She winked. "Ummm…chocolate?"

Stagger Lee: A smirk played on his lips at her remark, "No risk, no fun" he replied, actually getting more and more eager to find out how a fight with her would go. "You are really close", he said at her guess about his favorite shake.

Kleopatra: "Right you are! And now, why don't you tell me the flavor? I'm dyyyyying to know." She exaggerated.

Stagger Lee: "I am sure you could make a really really good one", he said pausing for a few moments, before adding, "Booty shake"

Kleopatra: ...Kleo let herself out from behind the bar, coming around the stare at Lee, before finally blinking. "Say that again..."

Stagger Lee: "Alright" he said, looking her straight in the eye, "b-o-o-t-y s-h-a-ke" trying to keep an absolutely straight face as he spelled it out like he was talking to someone hard of hearing.

Kleopatra: Kleo jokingly raised a hand, as if she were going to hit the man. "What is up with people and my *** lately?! Is it the kinda *** you like to watch shake?" In the past few weeks, it seemed like person after person had some comment about her ***...usually how much there was of it. She'd never really noticed it before- back home, most people she knew had an *** like hers, and then some.

Stagger Lee: "Let me put this into perspective", He now picked his glass up from the bar top, and started to walk around her slowly, his eyes wandering to her rear, "well it is spectacular" he said after a good look. "Pretty rare to find an awesome *** like that up here in Canada."