Game for a Brawl? [Bax]

[Kaylii]

"Benny I swear if you spill one more drink on my watch I will personally drag you outside and beat you. Don't make me embarass you as a man. Bulk up." A finger wagged menacingly towards the slunken faced creature who stared at it from one of the tables. It was becoming late in the evening and more tired workers were coming in for their nightcap before having to head home. More customers meant more tips and friendly greetings, but it also meant more potential for bar fights and unneeded drunken content. It was not the most pleasant of jobs a woman could take, but it was so much better than having no money. And when one was young, beautiful and willing to put up shit for pretty coins in the purse, the job was perfect.

Kaya hoisted up the empty beer glasses after laying out the new ones to the table she was currently attending, blowing the defeated looking Benny an air kiss before heading back towards the bar, tired but accomplished. Only a couple more days in this city before she had enough money to do some traveling again. Waitressing for these pathetic souls did amazing things for her bank account. If only she didn't have to punch the annoying ones that kept trying to cop a feel.

Kaya plunked the glasses into the large sink in the back, blowing a strand of black and violet hair from her face. The heat was starting to become too much. Hoisting the tight corset to correst her breasts and smacking at the skirt of her dress, the witch headed back on the restaurants where her name was immediately shouted from one of the tables.

"Yeah, hold on!" Kaya yelled back, rolling her bright red eyes before turning her attention towards the bartender to take more orders.

Shouting that was above the normal buzz of the place caught her attention, and Kaya turned back just in time to see a flying glass headed her way. With a yelp she ducked her head, the glass hitting the wall behind her and shattering, beer splashing at her back. A fight broke out between a few men, for whichever reason she didn't care. She never allowed a brawl on her watch.

"Oi! Take this spat outside. Smash another of the glasses and I'll have all your heads! Hey!" In her attempt to try and get in the middle to break it up, one of the drunken fools elbowed her, sending her sprawling into the crowd. A curse hissed through Kaya's teeth as she sent herself and some poor soul under her to the floor, holding the back of her head where it smacked into the other.
"Men." She grumbled to herself, trying to disentangle herself from the other and not get stepped on at the same time.

[Baxley]

Baxley had entered the bar sometime ago intent on drowning himself with whiskey and beer until they would have to throw him out of the place when they closed for the night. Bars weren't his typical scenery as he much preferred drinking where someone wasn't liable to start something with him, but around the--What number was he even on right now?--anyway, right now he couldn't even remember where he lived in correlation to where the bar was he had walked to. He wasn't even completely drunk just yet, but he was well past sober and would be drunk by the time he was thrown out. Tonight was a good time to drink.

Baxley put his forehead against the palm of his hand and blinked into his drink. It was low again. When had it gotten so low? He didn't remember drinking it so fast. Of course he didn't remember much right now, or it all didn't seem to be so important as it was when he was sober. Like why he was here; Jericho. Fuck Jericho. If he wanted to act like some hormonal bitch then fuck him to hell. It wasn't Baxley's problem now. Okay so it was, but he was very much going to ignore that fact and continue to drink his alcohol and wallow miserably.

Someone fell onto his back then making him grunt in surprise. For a moment he kept them standing but his balance wasn't what it was when he was sober and he fell forward. Baxley continued to lay where he had fallen, breathing hard through his flared nostrils trying to control his temper. It didn't work. His tail hurt from being crumbled and kinked between her body and his own, his head hurt from cracking painfully against the floor and hers, and he was pretty sure he had landed on his wrist wrong and that was going to hurt when he moved it.

When the girl disentangled herself from his body he rolled over on his back and blinked up groggily at her. Green eyes swam into focus on her and then dropped towards the two fighting who had to have shoved her into him. Narrowing dangerously taking on a hint of his sober personality when he was about to hurt something real bad. Sitting up he clenched his fists and worked them around. Wincing when he felt the one throb in protest, but he could work through it. At least it wasn't broken. Okay so maybe it was.

Staggering up to his feet and carefully sat his now emptied glass on the counter by the woman, he muttered tiredly, " 'Scuse me a second." He flashed her a grin and wobbled unsteadily towards the fighting pair in the crowd. Green eyes followed them as they grappled and swung wildly, vision blurred but well enough to time his assault right. As soon as the two got close enough Baxley struck out fast and grabbed the two by their hair. Using their own charge at each other to crack their thick heads together and drop them where they stood, out cold.

Baxley grumbled unhappily and returned to his spot where he had left his glass and frowned at it, eyes dropping down to where the rest of the liquid he still had had been spilled on the floor after being shoved. His fluffy tail stood on end and thrashed unhappily as he prodded the empty glass with his finger. Bastards. Making him spill his drink like that.

Suddenly as if just remembering her he turned his head and stared at the woman who had crashed into his back, "You alrigh' there?"

[Kaylii]

Kaya wasn't paying too much attention at first to the man she clumsily fell on until he rolled over. She looked down at him, still rubbing her head, and gave a frown. He looked rather unfocused on what just happened to him. His face looked a little familiar now that she thought about it. Wasn't he the one that demanded for the neverending supply of beer? Drunken bastard then wasn't it? Well, she wasn't too sorry if that was the case. He probably wasn't even aware he was on the ground, let alone that someone put him there.

That was, until his eyes focused towards the battle that the crowd was surrounding. Kaya startled when he sat up, but her eyes focused the moment he winced, and she saw his wrist. Broken. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the realization she hurt him and was about to offer some help when he muttered, getting up and grinning towards her. Her mouth was slightly ajar in confusion. Why should she excuse him? It wasn't like they were about to fall back into some lovely chat they had or something.

When Kaya stopped being slow and realized what he meant, she was not fast enough to stop him. She gave a small shout to stop right before he grabbed the heads to bang them together. The barmaid cringed at the crunch she heard before the two men dropped to the floor, obviously unconscious. Was that blood?

Kaya's eyes were wide on the scene he just made on the floor, hardly realizing he was already back next to her examing his empty glass. Her mouth opened but no sound came out. Until he talked to her again.

Instead of feeling grateful or whatever sort of thank you emotion he may have been expecting, Kaya felt a bubbling irritation rise. Her face turned towards him, forgetting the fact that he just attacked those who made her fall into him in the first place.
"You drunk fool! Look at this!" Kaya said, waving a hand towards the two men on the floor. "I would have just ushered the two idiots to have their manly stupid fight and hope they knocked each other off on the streets, but instead I now have to drag their useless asses out of here!"

She pursed her lips with a burrowing frow before reaching a hand towards his good arm, still reminded that something in the other was hurt.
"C'mon! You're helping me get these guys outside! I don't want too much of their damn blood on my floor. There is no way I'm mopping more than I need to for the night." Whether she dragged him towards the two or didn't manage to grab hold, the little witch headed towards the bodies, taking hold of the arm of the smaller one, muttering to herself something about pathetic lumps of lard.

[Baxley]

Baxley winced and put the unbroken hand to his head as if that would cut off the impending headache triggered by the high pitch reaction to his very simple question. He stared irritably, miserably at her and pouted somewhat. It wasn't like Baxley had started the fight or anything. He'd just kind of... stopped it for her. Why was she screeching at him?

Mouth opened to tell her just where she could shove her ungrateful attitude when she grabbed his arm and tugged at him after her. Normally that wouldn't have worked so well on him and he would have just sneered at her and ignore her. Normally he wasn't close to being completely smashed to hell and back and about to fall over at the slightest breeze. As he was now the light tugging almost caused him to fall face forward after her.

"Okay, okay, you ain't gotta rush me." Baxley mumbled grumpily at her backside and pulled his arm away from her with a sour look on his face. Reaching down unsteadily to grab the larger of the two and heaving the body up. Just barely managing to stay on his own feet as he staggered towards the door with the weight in his arm.

Dark green eyes stared accusingly at her as he shoved the fat man out of the door. "Anyway, izzn't my fault they pushed ya on me an' broke summthin'. Now they ain' gonna do it again. See?"

Baxley raised his broken wrist up and prodded at it tenderly, hissing and wincing at the jolting pain. Yes, it was broken alright. Carefully he reached his good hand back and gripped his tail in a few tender places, checking to make sure nothing else was broken. It was tender as hell, but didn't seem to be broken. "You gotta any, ah, ice or summthin' for my wrist?"

[Kaylii]

Kaya headed towards the door first, kicking open the entrance and growling at a couple of already drunken fools who were trying to clamber in. She rolled the unconscious lump out of the building, then held the door open for the man who was dragging the other on out. Arms crossed over her chest when he gave her what she deemed an unworthy glare, huffing at him and ready to tell him to hit the road now that he had done the duty. Pathetic. All of them were pathetic, wasting their life away in this forsaken place with the other losers in the town that had nothing better to do.

"You could have just barked at them to get out. You got the loud voice for it." Kaya bickered back, rolling her eyes. "More trouble than this crap is worth I swear.... well at least it managed to shut them up." She gave a good swift kick to one of the men on the floor, pursing her lips. Honestly, if it wasn't a job with a good tips she wouldn't have even bothered. But at the very least she didn't have to do anything worse than this anymore.

Red eyes focused on the hissing and noticed the nursing wrist once again, medical side coming into play in her mind. Normally Kaya would ignore the obvious injuries going on in the bar. What those people got there they deserved. But this was partly her fault, making the harsh tones in her face falter.

"Let me see it." Kaya closed the door and reached for his broken arm, barely holding it so she wouldn't create more than necessary pain, inspecting it. "Yeeep this doesn't look too good. C'mon then, in the back with you." She reached up to pat his back and lead him beside her towards the doors that swung into the storage room. It was chilled but much more quiet than the bustling bar they just came from.

"Take a seat anywhere." She mentioned, waving a hand towards the dirtied floors that weren't occupied by boxes, heading towards a table covered in bits of old straw, pieces of wood, papers, and other assorted things the workers failed to throw out after some deliveries.

She came back faily soon with a couple small planks of wood and long bits of straw, then sat in front of him.
"Hand your hand here." She said, casting out a palm. The other hand was ready to place itself on his wrist, her eyes closing as soon as he complied. Warmth spread from her palm, feeling for the tender broken bone and felt her magic worm its way into rejoining the bits.
"Interesting that I managed to make you fall on your face. Not many people are turned away when a fight breaks out. Were you too drunk to hear the noise?" The question was to help distract him, as the healing ability usually felt very weird, as there was usually no pain involved due to the numbing effects but one could still feel the bone move and grow together again. Another part was that she was curious. She wanted to ask if he was too stupid to notice, but had a feeling he wouldn't have taken the comment lightly, and need him to remain still while she worked. She could always ask afterwards.

[Baxley]

"Ow," Baxley complained, more for the sake of complaining rather than it actually hurting, as she inspected his wrist. He followed after her unsteadily as she lead the way through the bar to the back. If he were sober this would have started to set warning bells off in his mind that he needed to get out of there, right then and there. As it were he just looked around bemusedly, blinking and trying to focus on his surroundings and failing.

Quietly he took a seat on the floor, not the least bit worried over a bit of dirt messing up his fine clothes. Just another testament to how far gone he was. It was actually amazing he hadn't ended up face planting or falling into the wall when he sat down. Baxley stared curiously at her, but gave her his wrist as she requested. The warmth spreading up his wrist puzzled him, his drunken mind taking much longer to process what was happening. "Wazzat, you're a witch?" Brilliant deduction there considering all things.

"Ya shouldn't heal it more'n'enough to keep me from fuckin' it up for good. M'not gonna learn anythin' if ya heal it fully." A rare moment of what was still sober in his mind, or at least not completely shit faced, speaking up there. It wouldn't last long.

He thought about her next words, trying to figured out how to explain without explaining to much. That didn't make sense, but whatever. Jericho probably wouldn't want their dirty little fighting to be spoken about, especially to a complete strange. He'd probably start yelling and fighting, or just punch Baxley in the face, or kill him, or-- Wait. Why did Baxley care again?

Oh, right, because he was a fucking idiot who couldn't keep it in his pants and still wanted Jericho.

"Knew they were fightin', didn't care. Wazzn't my fight. Got my own problems witha friend anyway, don't need nobody elses too, y'know?" Baxley mumbled quietly, curling his tail up tight against his body, stroking the medium length fur to distract himself. He really shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be trying to explain anything to some stranger, but the alcohol rushing through his veins dulled his paranoia, killed his dislike of people. Maybe he really was an idiot, but right now explaining things to someone who wouldn't be biased actually felt kind of good to him. "We hadda fight'n'he won't talk to me no more, cuz M'idiot. Can't blame him, really."

[Kaylii]

A soft smile spread over the girl's lips, but Kaya remained silent to the man's question on her being a witch. The less she told people, the better she thought. Paying taxes for something she is incapable of helping wasn't on her to do list, and she didn't know who this man was. Though honestly, he probably would forget most of this by tomorrow when the alcohol was wearing off and replaced with a hangover. Regardless, it didn't stop her from chuckling towards him, bright eyes opening to look at his pathetic sorry face as the magic continued to nag at his muscle and bone.

"Don't worry, I can't heal it fully. Really the best that will happen is a guaranteed clean set so your wrist won't heal in a poor way, and hide the pain. Unless of course you do something to irritate it, then your mind will be fully aware of the lovely crack you made for yourself in your wrist. Something I'm sure you'll be able to do in given time." She looked back down, pursing her lips as she determined how far she could go without draining herself. It wasn't that she wasn't able to heal all the way. It was more a matter of how much energy she had to do it. She wasn't that skilled in the field when it came to other people, and had a bit of a habit of fainting if she kept it up for too long. Something she'd rather not do in front of people.

Not expecting him to really answer her question in the first place, Kaya looked back up with raised eyebrows. She found the answer to be a bit odd really. She wasn't about to ask more questions though on the issue. Lord knows she needed more trouble than she already gave herself. But when he continued, the petite witch couldn't help it. She smirked at him, cocking her head to the side.
"You could always just throw him a punch like the one earlier. I bet that'll get his attention."

"Ah." The warm sensation dulled and she pulled her hands away gently, one scarred hand reaching down for the planks of wood and straw, and held it up for him to see.
"Up to you. Shall I strap your wrist so you won't be tempted to move it about, or is this too conspicuous for your tastes?" The question was more a joke. She had a feeling she knew what the answer would be.
"Tell you what. How about I grab you some whiskey. Perhaps it'll dull more than just the pain you got from that break of yours. On the house since I did make you drag a body for me."

[Baxley]

"Eh, that'd just make'im madder at me'n'we'd fight more'n'kill each other." Maybe she'd shrug it off as a drunk rambling and not meaning it. Baxley had meant it though. If they fought right now, they'd probably end up killing each other rather than working things out. They could both be stubborn as mules sometimes.

The strange sensation left him and she moved away leaving him partially missing that warm feeling, but not commenting on it. He raised his arm up and stared blurrily at the wrist he knew to be broken, but couldn't really feel right now. It still looked broken and swollen, an angry red that should have been throbbing with pain but wasn't.

Baxley hadn't ran into many witches that he knew of. Hadn't ever been healed by one, either, so this was all so strange to him. His drunken mind couldn't process it all right now. He probably wouldn't even remember it the next day.

Tenderly he rubbed a finger over the wrist, blinking at it before turning his head back to her. She had said something, what was it? Bind it up? "Nah, leave it." The man waved his unhurt hand dismissively.

It might have been smarter to bind it, but even sober he would have denied it. Binding would draw to much attention to a weakened point. He didn't need that. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight because some idiot thought he'd be an easy mark because his wrist was broken. Of course, that could, and probably was, just his paranoia peeking through the drunken haze to speak up.

Alcohol really did fuck him up once he got far enough into the bottle to be considered drunk. It tended to dull his senses far to much, even his paranoia, and make him more easy to talk to. Which, when he was sober, he always wanted to kick himself for it. Why did he drink again?

Speaking of drinks.

"That'd be nice. Lost m'other one, ya know." Baxley pushed himself up to his feet and stood wobbling before resting against the wall heavily, waiting for his mind to stop spinning. Maybe a drink wouldn't be such a good idea, but like hell was he turning down a free whiskey. "Should prolly leave after that'n'though or m'not gonna make it home."

[Kaylii]

Knowing what his answer was going to be, Kaya had already started to get up to put the wood back on the pile. She was sure she probably could have coaxed him into putting it on anyway. He was pretty drunk after all. But she also had a feeling that he would have just gone and torn the damn thing off, irritating his arm which would lead to whirlwind of pain. Nah, best to not take too much time on it when it wasn't necessary in the first place. Kaya wasn't fond of seeing her efforts go to waste.

She paused though before turning around, watching the human try to get up. She held out her free hand towards him as he wobbled, refusing to let his idiotic state ruin her ability on soothing his pain, but he soon got himself settled against a wall. Shaking her head, she turned to throw the wood back towards the trashed table. She then placed her hands on her hips and rounded on the red haired man, studying him.

"Hold on there cowboy. How about you just relax back in here? The silence may do your head a little good and set things a little more straight. It's also cooler in here, help you wake up." She grinned then nodded her head towards the door.

"I'll go grab the whiskey and let you talk more on this man you seem to have pissed off. Be back in a dash, okay love?" She headed towards the door and headed out, the large noises of voices and drinks clashing blaring in, before silence filled the room as it closed behind her. It didn't take her too long to come back. Being a fairly decent waitress and bartender, it didn't take her long to worm her way into free drinks from the management. Course, she had a feeling her bit of flirting also helped with just a part of it.

The sound belted in again as she came back, grinning as she held up the bottle and headed towards him, sitting herself on the floor, whether he joined in on her little fun or not. She opened it up, took a large sip, then handed it towards him.
"So then kitten, why is this friend of yours letting you get so shitfaced tonight? Even drunk you seem not too shabby." Kaya wasn't too sure why she was letting herself become acquainted with a customer. She blamed her father a bit. He was always such a curious man, always let her talk to him about problems. It was annoying sometimes, but it could lead to interesting tales.

[Baxley]

Baxley didn't think twice about taking a hefty swig from the bottle offered, and if that didn't say something about how far gone he was then nothing would. He started to swallow the drink and very nearly choked when she addressed him. Just managing to get it down and croak out. "K-kitten? Tha hell..." Baxley stared at her with brows furrowed as he shook his head with a sigh. Seeming to forget all about the name as he thought.

"Ehhh, s'my fault 'cuz I'mma idiot. We got drunk t'gether'n'fucked. He got mad 'bout it though. Said we wazzn't gonna say it 'appened." Baxley snorted loudly and took another swig before offering the bottle back to her. Slowly he lowered his body back down next to hers. "Shame to, 'cuz he was so good, too. Nice'n'tight. Really wanted ta do it 'gin, y'know? Really like 'im, lots." With a sigh he leaned back against the wall and slightly pressed against her shoulder, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling as it spun above him.

The cool room was helping his mind and the silent eased his headache that had been forming and throbbing. From the corner of his eye he watched her quietly for a moment. Sure she was a beautiful girl in her own right, but he wasn't the type to just come out and speak so freely to people for having a pretty face. He definitely wasn't the type to be sharing a drink with anyone else. Yet here he was.

Baxley half wondered just how many drinks he had had that night, and maybe he had mumbled that out loud. He wasn't so sure right now what he was thinking and what he was saying. This wasn't good, but of course his mind was too drunk to care right now.

"Anyway," Baxley sighed heavily and tilted his head back towards her, "I agreed ta make 'im happy'n'shit. Then went onna trip. Came back'n'now he won' speak ta me!" Baxley huffed his annoyance and crossed his arms over his chest, scowling at the wall opposite of them. "So I'mma idiot 'cuz I shouldn'ta slept with 'im. Figured gettin' drunk might 'elp a bit. Only ain't 'cuz I can't stop thinkin'bout 'im. Broke my wrist, too. So I'mma idiot."

Baxley sat up a bit straighter and turned towards her, reaching drunkenly towards the whiskey bottle to take another swig of it. Maybe drinking wasn't the best idea, but it helped somewhat. Even if it just temporaily numbed the hurt he was feeling, that was something. If he got drunk enough maybe he could just forget all about Jericho. He wanted to forget Jericho. Forget everything that had happened, that might have happened, that wouldn't happen. Everything. He didn't even want to remember his name right then.

"Juzz'wanna forget, y'know?" Baxley sighed miserably and stared at the whiskey bottle. Jericho wasn't the type of man to be forgotten so easily though.

[Kaylii]

What the man said to her threw the witch off guard. Bright red eyes widened at the information he provided, momentarily stunning her as she tried to process it. Kaya never dealt with gay men. Her previous profession never had room for them, not that they would ever be near her presence where she used to work, but still. Having this man say it so openly threw her game off a little, and she felt unsure how to comfort him. When he furthered the explaining on things she didn't really want to know, her eyebrow twitched a bit. There honestly just... how could she respond to that?

It didn't take long though for her to be back in a more comfortable situation. The man sat next to her to take the bottle, and instinctively she sidled her way without making it obvious, nestling her chin on his shoulder, listening to him as her eyes followed his as he looked up to the ceiling. She saw his eyes glance down and with it she smirked sweetly, offering a silent comfort. In most cases Kaya was rather pleasing to be with. It was only at bars when people couldn't take her in large doses, otherwise she'd have men grabbing her ass left and right. Comforting people was second nature to her, whether they knew her or not. Her father always deemed it one of her worst and best attributes.

He spoke up again and Kaya lifted her head, her head tilting.
"I dunno sweetcakes. I don't believe you're an idiot, but it sounds more like you're both having a hissy fit over it and neither of you will be the grown up and confront the other.....have you tried locking them in a room perhaps?" The question was a joke of course, but she tried to make her point. All relationships had their childish moments for stupid things.

Kaya hadn't handed the bottle back yet when he reached for it, taking a sip for herself and letting the bottle pause at her lips as the last comment slipped his own. Forget huh? She considered this for a moment, then, without gulping, lowered the bottle on the floor. Her hand then reached for his chin, her own inching towards his face, letting her lips touch his. Her tongue poked out to tease him to open before letting the burning delicious fluid enter his mouth.

She reached back, licking over his lips to clean up any mess the transfer may have made, before smiling delicately at him, shrugging her shoulders.
"Whiskey tends to help for at least one good night with the forgetting part, right?"

[Baxley]

Baxley snorted and giggled drunkenly, leaning against her briefly. "Oughta just tie 'im uppa'gin." The man grinned deviously and allowed his tail to twitch excitedly where it lay on his lap. "Hurm, or lett'im tie me up. Think he'd like it lots."

Baxley moved his hand to take the bottle, but instead he quickly found himself with a pair of lips pressed against his own and the hot, wet feeling of a tongue teasing him into opening his mouth. Without thought he opened his mouth slightly and welcome the tongue and burning liquid into his mouth. Responding eagerly to the transfer of whiskey until she pulled away. This had definitely not turned out as he had intended his night to go.

Not that he was complaining, mind you.

What exactly did someone do to respond to something like that?! Baxley blinked dumbly at her. Tongue poking out to lick at his lips briefly as he stared at her, mimicking the way she had licked his lips when she pulled back. She had a good point there, and it was just what Baxley had intended to do. Forget. At least for the night. Forget all about Jericho and their problems. Where the hell had that kiss come from though?

Even to his drunken mind he could tell she was good looking, and maybe that was why he had leaned closer to her after that. Mind slipping further and further into that drunken haze that said it was a good idea to press his lips against hers. Softly at first, then a bit harder, licking at her lips until she gave up and opened her mouth. He'd raise his good hand then and push his fingers through her hair and cup the back of her head, deepening the kiss as he did so.

Pulling back when he felt the need to breath, but not fully pulling away. He'd keep his hand in her hair and his face close to hers as he smirked at her and tease, "Make this kinda thing a habit?" Kissing drunk patrons as she had. It didn't matter to him if she did or not though.

He shifted his body around to face her a bit better and grin. "Name's Baxley, by the way." After just having her tongue in his mouth, he felt she should at least know his name.

[Kaylii]

Kaya wasn't sure what was going through the man's mind as he stared at her after that little kiss. He certainly wasn't expecting it, that was obvious. But what emotion would show through after the initial shock? She was expecting an anger of some sort. He hadn't kept it a secret he felt for someone else, a man no less. So why let this little nobody of a woman get in the way of that? She really had only done that for two ideas that popped into her head right before it. One had a mixture of both getting him to try and forget the miserable feelings he was having, and to get him to be quiet. The other was, well why the hell not. Kaya couldn't deny he had a handsome look about him, and age was never an issue. She was usually always in the company of men older than her. Wasn't like she'd been looking for something serious.

Caution flew up as he inched towards her, looking for any hint of anger or resentment towards her little action. It didn't take long though for shock to fill her veins, eyes widening for a fraction as his lips caressed over hers. Her eyes closed as he coaxed into a more demanding tone with his lips and tongue, parting her own too willingly. Her head leaned into his hand as his fingers slid through her bi colored hair. Surprise was still sharp in her mind, but she much preferred this reaction than the one she had originally expected. At least she got a little bit of fun involved.

A small shudder left her mouth as he pulled back, waiting a moment to recapture her mind before opening her eyes, lips still open. He was only a fraction away from her, smirking tauntingly with his question. Actually, I make this sort of thing my job was what her mind was saying, but she responded only with a mirroring smirk. No need to give him details about her. He'd probably forget anything she told him in the morning anyway, including with half the things he'd done with her tonight no doubt.

Twisting her own body to better fit herself in front of him, she rested her side next to his, back now facing the room and face towards the wall and himself, she leaned into his hand, smiling at the name that was given.
"Kaya." She figured it was safe enough to give him her name. Again, she was sort of counting on his memory to give him issues in the morning to come.

Now that the little introduction was over with, she leaned her head forward, lips taunting over his, but instead tilted to the side and kissed at his jawline.
"Do this sort of thing in storage rooms often? You seem to be a natural." She commented between her kisses on his skin. Just small chat. She didn't really care one way or the other.

[Baxley]

"Hardly," Baxley murmured softly, shivering lightly at the feeling of those lips pressed against his hot skin. What the hell was he doing? He shouldn't be doing this, but it felt too good to stop it. "Mmm, Kaya. Nice name." It was beautiful. It matched her.

Baxley tilted his head to the side with a slight groan. His hand slipped from her head and wrapped around her waist, tugging her body closer to his. A wicked smirk appearing on his face as he pressed himself closer to her. Despite everything, Baxley was still just a man. A complicated man, but just a man. His body had needs that even he couldn't fight though he did try.

In his drunken state though, he wasn't putting up much of a fight.

It felt far too good to resist.

Still that niggling sensation that this was wrong was present. Even as he dipped his head down and pressed light kisses over her neck and shoulder, flicking his tongue out along the way and tasting her skin. It just wouldn't go away and leave him be. He tried ignoring it in favor of what his body was telling him to do, but it wasn't working.

Kaya just felt too soft and curvy in his arms. Too vulnerable and weak. Like he had to be delicate with her or he'd hurt her, break her. Not at all like a male's body. Not at all like Jericho's body. Baxley blinked and huffed quietly. Why did it all keep coming back to that bastard? He'd made it pretty damn clear he wanted nothing to do with Baxley. So why did Baxley feel like he was doing something terrible?

Baxley pulled his head away with a defeated sigh. His body was willing, but he couldn't do this. It felt like he was doing something wrong. Like he was wronging Jericho in some way. It was stupid and ridiculous. "Can't..." He mumbled as he tilted his head back and let it fall against the wall with a thump.

[Kaylii]

Kaya's body reacted as naturally as it could in these situations, arching into his touch as he grabbed at her waist, her head leaning back as he kissed at her neck. Her hands planted themselves on his shoulders and let her thumbs rub on his skin on his face, biting her lower lip. It was a strange place to be playing games like this, but it beat being outside in the cold or in some crap dump the guy decided to hang around at. But the air was cold, and her skin gave rise to goosebumps after his tongue passed by.

But the fun ended all too soon. The man leaned back and Kaya relaxed her head back down, staring at him with studying eyes, searching for a clue. The one word he muttered though was all it took. Half lidded red eyes watched him patiently as he slumped into the wall, placing her hands on the ground, pursing her lips. He certainly was all bummed out wasn't he? It simply wouldn't do. The one thing she couldn't allow was a unhappy man in front of her.

So with a huff, Kaya moved a leg over his lap and onto the floor, straddling him as she leaned in. Her lips at first paused over his, before smiling and reaching up, biting playfully on his nose. He could holler if he wanted, as long as he stopped giving such a pathetic look.
"C'mon kitten." Kaya said, leaning back and placing her hands on her hips while still in the awkward position of sitting on his legs.
"You aren't helping yourself, getting all depressed over something that didn't happen."

She considered something for a moment, looking up before focusing back on him.
"Like him that much, don'tcha? Because it isn't like your body is the problem." She stuck her tongue out at him at the comment before continuing.
"So what's the next step?"