Black Sheep, Come Home (Dominique)

[Kaspar]

Weeks? Months? Too damn long. It had been too damn long since he'd since Jameson, since the ******** had wandered in wearing that ridiculous black catsuit holding some trinket or other looking like the cat that got the cream. Too long since he'd decided he was after affection and crawled onto one of them, or bodily knocked them into the cushion pile. All three of them had shared a time of concern, but Adley and Indigo had taken the blind optimism route, assuming he'd return home to them. Grey was convinced Jameson had gotten himself killed, and Kaspar... Well, he just thought it had been too long, and he was ready to search for answers.

Just too long.

No matter how he tried to brush it off he could no longer deny that something felt wrong, sure the guy had it in him to wander and they'd all known that, all been open to it and accepting of it. No strings on him, just a hope that he'd come back, but this was something else. It was with this in mind and a particular song on the tip of his tongue that had him heading over to the MC Jay was a member of, to meet with the lovely Dominique and find out what she knew about his whereabouts. He suspected there was more to it than just, "Oh, he's fucked off on a bender". He'd met the dark haired beauty briefly, hadn't known about her position in the MC until he started snooping into their business to figure who best to approach about the wayward vampire. Dom had seemed a fair enough place to start, and was rather agreeable to Hel's request to chat.

The man had parked his black jeep, she'd said she would meet him out the front, and so that was where he waited; leaning against it's hulking black frame and singing quietly to himself with hands shoved deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

"Black sheep, come home..."

[Dominique]

Dominique was partial to the type of car she was driving into the Handle Bar parking lot. Always had been. She felt it beneath her skin like an artist did a masterpiece. It breathed inspiration into her, fueled her with something she couldn’t tap into anywhere else. The loud rumble of power, most of which was not being used as the satin black exterior of the late ‘60’s corvette glided beneath the parking lot lights. With a gradual stop then shifting into reverse the custom blue LED lighting running at the bottom of the car cooled and went into a barely there glow that decreased into nothing once the car finished backing into the reserved space and was fully parked.

The black glasses perched on the top of her dark head were useless at this time of night and did nothing for her other than perhaps make her stand out a little more. Plucking them quickly from where they rested, LESS casually gave them a toss into the holder that was attached to the visor above her head. HOPE pulled the keys from the ignition and her hand cupped the green rubber Yoda character in the middle of her palm. While the custom suicide door opened with the the pull of the handle she reached over and pulled out her cell, her one hitter and her gun from the glove compartment where she stored pretty much everything except gloves.

The petite but impressively inked shadow finally appeared standing in front of the open driver's door. Her eyes fixed on the one she agreed to meet and she nodded. Reaching back and stepping out of the way she closed the door and activated the security system on it. The Handle Bar was a place all types were welcome...including criminals. Ones with a particular taste in transportation just like her.

Dominique adjusted the weight of the leather Night Lords jacket on her her shoulders. Petite she was but she felt anything but that even as she casually stepped her way towards the one who she was only recently introduced to. There were rumors he was a rock star, kid of one or something like that. Dominique was so far from being up on the latest of who was who. She wasn’t likely to be any more impressed if he was Elvis’ boy. How fast he would run when the world was chasing after him or how ready he was to stand ground and take every last son of a ***** on coming his way. That was what she gave a **** about. And as for the reason she was meeting Kaspar in the Night Lord’s lot was because one of her brothers she had the back of just so happened to have people looking for him and some questions being asked. Jameson Dade. Her feet finally came short of fully stepping into his space. She was just kind of like that.

“So, what’s up?” Her eyes took the tour of duty looking him over for the hiding spots he kept a weapon, had opportunity to do so and perhaps whatever kept him calm if he needed anything to accomplish that. Her gaze found the Jeep and she was impressed.“You been waiting long?”

[Kaspar]

As she drove into the parking lot Kaspar gave a low whistle, checking out her ride. A bit overdone, he thought, but seemed to suit the lifestyle and attitude. It was a sleek thing, he thought the lights could go, but everything else was pretty impressive. Almost as impressive as the tough chick that exited it. Slight of stature, but with kick *** tattoos and an expression on her pretty face that said no fear. Dominique was not one to tangle with, she was a vampire with some time on him no doubt and experience in being a hard ***, not that he had any reason to stir **** with the woman he was here just to ask questions. He was here to smile and be polite, to hope she had an answer or two he could take back to Adley and Indigo.

Kaspar pushed off the smooth expanse of black he'd been leaning against as she approached, greeting her with a nod and a casual. "Hallo, Dominique." It held a hint of amusement, Hel's lips quirking up into a brief grin as he noted the way her eyes danced over him. He stepped back, giving a slow turn, arms lifting, reaching to show what was under his leather jacket. On his last little turn fingertips found the hem of the jacket, lifting it up a tiny peek at the back, the quickest flash that vampiric eyes might notice. A handgun, tucked into the waistband of his torn jeans. "If I was attempting to subdue..." He sighed, arms folding across the chest as he studied her in turn, "I wouldn't be using that, don't worry." He winked, he was a vampire after all, and his talents were beyond a little weapon.

'What's up? Not a whole lot, and no, I have not been waiting long. Thank you for meeting me, Dominique, I understand you are most likely very busy. I'll keep this as brief as possible, we both have businesses to get back to and people to harass no doubt." He couldn't help the little smirk, gesturing for her to lead the way. Smiling through it, acting as if the world couldn't touch him was the only way to pretend that this wasn't a very uncomfortable situation to find himself in.

[Dominique]

It took a lot to get the dark, cool expression of self imposed control across the shadow’s face to crack or soften. Especially when it was business, which this was as far as she was concerned. The slow turn of the vampire that she knew went by the name Kaspar seemed to be to serving the purpose of proving he was not a threat. He had been doing so well until he winked and sported the smirk that proved she was right to watch him closely to begin with. Of course he was a star. Anyone with the confidence he had must be. His grin had enough watts behind it that if the moon skipped it’s nightly appearance there was enough glow coming of the vampire to balance out the night. A brief lift of the right corner of her lips said she was on to him.

“It would take more than that if you were intending to.” Her brief smirk matched his until her dark head nodded towards the front doors to Handle Bar and then her smile faded for several reasons that remained her own. “Come on in and let me get you a drink. We can get to what brings you here.”

HOPE and LESS pressed flat to the surface of each of the front doors and pushed them open so that when they moved they were wide enough that she moved through them with ease. The space left in her wake likely would be enough to allow the significantly taller vampire behind her to clear them as well. The place instantly brought her to several places that she missed more than the air that she once relied on to live. The same fondly remembered scents and the echo of her feet stepping off the gray runner carpet and onto the hardwood beneath only made it worse. It brought so much back to her. It was painfully quiet as she rounded where the bar was usually full. The place was dead for the moment. Much like she was and her now her expectations as she looked around. That was not something she handled well. Not at all.

“What can I get you?”

HOPE slapped the top of the empty bar stool she passed like it was a backside looking for attention. Her steps led her down to the opposite end of the long bar. Eventually she would get back to him. It would give him time to decide what his choice of burn would be...if any at all.

[Kaspar]

He chuckled as the woman seemed to cotton onto him, Kaspar giving a shrug as if to say "What can you do?". Of course he intended no harm to calm to her, not under her watch, he merely sought information and she might be of help to him. Plus, she was attractive and seemed to have a good attitude, he wouldn't mind having a friend like her. Kaspar let her walk by him, "Yes, like i'd be foolish enough to try or want to. I mean, I get the impression you would own my arse and i'd probably just resent that I liked it." He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head at the thought that was undeniably true.

When her hands pressed against the doors he saw the tattoos, eyes tracing across each letter as if committing them to memory, wondering what other ink adorned her. It wasn't a thought regarding her body or finding out how her curves travelled, it was more so that he appreciated artwork and how personal ink could be, how much it meant to the one who had decorated their skin with it.

He made it inside the bar before the doors swung closed, not hesitating to take the seat she patted, it would be rude not to. "Thank you for agreeing to this, Dominique. Ah, look, I would not say no to a cold beer, or a fiery whiskey." Kaspar had once again felt gratitude over his ability to drink, he wasn't quite sure how he'd have coped with his vampiric state without it. "Do you... Drink?" It was indelicate to ask, but it was something Kaspar found of great curiousity, which path other vampires walked.

[Dominique]

Dominique caught the gesture of a shrug that said a lot more than whatever. While she turned to walk down the inside of the bar she shook her head to dismiss his claim that she would own his ***. When he mentioned he might like it a half smile erupted to the corner of her mouth. Sounded like a partial invitation but then again she could be wrong. It wouldn’t be the first time and with all the time she had on her hands she doubted it would be the last if she was. For the moment she let the mention slide without a comment tagging along like a promising caboose that could send it somewhere.

“Good.” She arrived to the spot where she was considerably smaller behind the bar. Kaspar was taller than she first realized once he took the seat she patted down. Her eyes stayed on him while she poured a generous glass of whiskey. “It’s on me. I am buying.” HOPE reached down beneath the counter and brought up a second glass and set it on the wood surface of the bar counter between them. “And yes I do.”

While the bottle tipped and the same liquor was pouring into the empty glass in front of her she glanced up at him until their eyes met. The ink on her hands was distracting but not enough that she neglected to miss what work he had done that was visible. She wondered about the artist behind what she saw, the symbolism of the pieces. Hers would never fade. It was as bright as it was when it was set into her skin. A few other things were common when interacting with the elusive shadow and not hard to pick up on.

Dominique was as healthy in appearance as any warm blooded human. She was said to give off an aura that left any vamp and human alike nearly oblivious to her lack of a heartbeat. It took a couple years for her fangs to finally come out and it proved that some were really late bloomers. Even now they stayed retracted unless provoked in ways that called for her points to be made. Beyond that she was one to indulge in food and drink just as most allurists could and humans as well. The only difference there was that she was bearing the consequence of her turning taking the pleasure of direct taste of anything outside blood or tears. The final twist that set her apart from some was that she had a weakness, a loaded curse if in effect. The liquor hit her hard. A nun could drink her under any table. She adapted and learned to pace herself with drink and smoking. A few long suffering bouts of chemical induced misery taught her well. Weed was her air that she breathed and it wasn’t hidden by any means. Her and Bob Marley had a lot in common besides his beautiful music and messages within. Her farm provided some of the best there was to offer in the part of Canada they were standing in. Verne knew his seeds when he planted them and did they grow.

“No worries…” She raised her glass to him. “And no thank you needed.Cheers.”

[Kaspar]

As always Kaspar had speculated on the woman, from the little he knew of her to try and establish where she sat on the vampire scale. She seemed to be lucky in the same way he was, that she had maintained a healthy look to her, the slightest flush of colour in her skin that made her seem more alive. It didn't hurt that she was a beautiful girl, with warm, large eyes like a doe. Even with her tattoos she had a sense of wide eyed innocence that he believed likely belied her true nature. He doubted she was an innocent, but that didn't make her one of the bad guys. He didn't think of himself as a bad guy, but he certainly wasn't innocent, it was damn hard to be innocent when you were a vampire.

Did it really matter?

He supposed not, it wasn't like he was planning to be her best friend though another friend in this place would never hurt. His glass raised in response, giving her a fleeting grin. "Prost." He tipped his glass, letting it touch hers briefly before he brought it to his lips, taking a decent sized sip. It was good, he settle it burn against his tongue amount before swallowing, enjoying the warmth of it, the way it reminded him of busy nights out at gigs. Nights full of sweat and laughter, whiskey and music. "Mmm... You know, i'm not sure how i'd have survived turning if I weren't of the Alluring persuasion, to be denied the human pleasures or drinking or eating, of being unable to walk amongst them. Perhaps that's my own curse to carry, young and beautiful forever is both blessing and curse, it depends on your mood really. It is the same thing that colours how easily you'll kill, how little thought or care it takes to spill blood." He mused, clicking his tongue in a gentle tut at himself, indulging in his own morbidity. "So... Would you like to do a bit of small talk, waste time before we get down to it or would you rather we do not circle around?" His brow quirked, another small sip of whiskey helping him delay speaking more and giving her a chance to consider.

[Dominique]

Dominique was savoring the warmth of the fluid that her tongue tumbled lightly behind her lips. Once the inner walls were coated and the sensation on the top of her tongue was also felt beneath she swallowed it down slowly just like it should be. Anything that tasted as good as her mind vividly remembered the whisky tasting should be explored, appraised with whatever she had to work and her mouth was pretty much it. She made use of it.

With Kaspar’s insight out between them on the topic of how he would fair if he were not of the alluring persuasion, which of course he was, she eyed him above her glass. Even if she was no longer searching for Mr. or Ms. Ever After or even someone to make the nights a little more interesting she had to give the rock star credit. He was handed the right bag of tricks as she referred to it and he appeared all too comfortable with the prospect of using them if it suited him. There was so much of his personality that made one tempted to poke a little test that attractive package on the outside and get a peek at what was inside. How many times would she meet a rock star? Was it true what they said about them? A sweep of the tip of her tongue cleared the damp remains of whiskey from the surface of her top lip that was a fragrant bouquet beneath her nose. One that enticed her to take another sip as she watched his mouth finish the question of her preference. All business or a bit of wasting time. Interesting. LESS held onto the glass as it glided down the surface of the bar top while she made her way to the end. The bottle was left behind as she did.

“Is up to you since you called me. I got all night to waste or in thirty seconds or less can be so busy you will have to enjoy that bottle alone.” She winked. “As I said up to you. It all depends on what this is really about.”

The petite shadow found the seat next to his requiring her to hop up to land on which was easy enough to do. Her feet found the perfect spot to rest like they always did when claiming a Handle Bar stool. With a slow twist she found her view of him direct and comfortable. Dominique was not in the habit of talking about the Night Lords outside the church up above on the second floor or those who were accepted to enter the door and club as members. One thing she was known for was her next move. Just ask those who knew her best.

“What is on your mind?” She watched the whiskey roll back and forth slowly licking the interior of the glass. While HOPE gave it the gentle twist of her wrist that it needed to keep moving her eyes lifted and stuck on his face. Interesting. He could eat a few hearts to be sure. She took another sip and finally swallowed it down. A smirk appeared as she was pretty sure what was going to come out of his mouth. “Someone lost and you hope to find them? Or do you want to swap fun facts like favorite colors, flavors of ice cream and compare notes?”

[Kaspar]

He had indeed called her, and it had been to his surprise how easily she went along with it, how welcoming she was to this man who was basically a stranger. He liked it, she had a quiet confidence that made her easy to be around. When she came closer he canted his head to the side, tilting it her way so he could look her over, consider her words. "And you answered. I'm not opposed to drinking alone, though I don't make a habit of it, I find myself often in company. That is to say that sometimes it is nice to be alone, to have some time to think." His shoulders hitched in a shrug, offering her a brief but dazzling grin, the left side of his mouth quirking higher than the right to give an air cheekiness to the expression. He rarely got the opportunity to be overly puckish these days, things had gotten heavier and heavier of late, meaning that the question of what was on his mind had him further considering, unsure whether to answer honestly and let this woman know exactly what was going through his head or to just give some smart arse response that was most likely expected.

"You know what this is about, Dominique. As for what is on my mind, the short answer is "many things". I'm not sure you want the long... Answer." His eyes trailed over her, heavy with implication but there was no real heart behind it, it was a vague, joking sort of thing. "No, mostly my mind is focused on seeing if anyone else has more answers, because I don't have any more to give other than letting people live with blind optimism and hope. I'm not very good at that, I prefer to be realistic." He had his doubts, and had voiced them openly.

Jameson had been gone for a while, that in itself didn't strike him as particularly odd, he'd sort of figured they'd blow up at some point, that he could only settle so far before it became a cage. Destruction was in his nature, or so Kaspar believed, whether it was himself or others he was pulling apart. Kaspar figured he'd have a few fires to put out before Jamie left their scene, but it was beginning to look like something got to him first. He'd left his dog, Bucket, behind and that didn't sit right. He wasn't always the most responsible of guys, sure, but that dog seemed damn important to him. He laughed at her suggestion of fun facts, sipping his whiskey once more.

"Mint Choc Chip, I think. Or something with toffee bits, like Hokey Pokey. Jameson, Dominique, yes I want to know when was the last time you saw or heard from him Jay and if you knew anything of his current whereabouts."

[Dominique]

“Long answers can be impressive or less than satisfying. I prefer genuine if at all possible. I am no social butterfly but it likely suits the path I seem to be destined to walk. Mint and chocolate is good but I am a Rocky Road lover. I stick with what works...always have.”

She sipped her drink slowly and eyed him while she considered the true topic at hand. The one she had yet to acknowledge or even mention.Jameson. Jameson Dade. When was the last time she had seen him? It was a bloody night but admittedly it was an epic one. While the glass went down to rest on the bar counter she wondered just how Kaspar even knew him. He didn’t seem Jameson’s type to hang with outside the whole rock star deal. Then again she didn’t exactly hang with Jameson outside the Night Lords. She would have liked to far more than she had a chance to. Work was like a sponge on her life.

Jameson came when called. He was at the meetings that now were sort of on a recess of sorts and when it came time to get his hands dirty he was always in. When the deed was over he wasn’t the type to try hiding those hands from view. He wore whatever was on them as if it was earned and meant to be there. Her face flattened in its expression. Maybe this Kaspar knew him outside of all the time he spent with the club. How would she know any different? It wasn’t like she was one of those controlling invasive types that had to be all up in everyone's **** to feel comfortable wherever she was. Truth be told she didn’t really hang with anyone. Especially lately.That fact was pondered until she decided to ask her own question while offering up a vague answer that was for the most part true.

“I would have to say it has been a while since I have heard from and saw him.” She saw him alright. Blood was everywhere and bullets were flying. Fun times it was.“When I did he looked great.”

It was the truth. Jameson had more than earned her respect that night. He was certainly ready to do whatever it would take to deal with taking over the territory they set their sights on. Jameson had no issue having her back when everything was folding down around them. She felt like it shouldn’t be the case. The whole part about being asked where Jameson was. Hell, where any of them were. She couldn’t answer that question. None of the them were in the bar currently. Not that she could tell. That added to the reality that she may end up working more than she had been. What the hell else was there to do?

“So, tell me how you know him?” She figured she would add another question in now that she was curious. It didn't hurt to find out as much as she could about the ones trying to find Jameson. “And who is living with blind optimism and hope? last I checked it is never a bad thing to have a little hope.” HOPE raised the glass it cradled in the palm of her hand in a unpsoken nod of agreement then went to her lips.