Part II
The week fleeted past quickly, the Wanderer making her rounds through Underworld, all business as usual, a drink here and there, prodding and flirting with the Bouncer, and teasing the Barkeep. Every time she walked in she was wearing a new clean outfit, showing off every curve of her body. Ahzrukhal could hardly keep his eyes off her, she knew how to get under his skin and she exploited it. She was a woman, of course she did, but he didn't mind. He took what she gave without pushing it away, it was welcome, hell after 200 years of never being touched, you'd welcome it too.
Ahzrukhal looked over the shot of whiskey turning the glass in his hand looking over the brown liquid. "Could I get that hun?" That smooth sensual voice interrupted his contemplation. His milky eyes rose up following every delicate curve of her voluptous body hungrily. "Of course, I hope you take care of that tab soon Lorelei." He crooned forming a smirk, it hadn't faded in the Ghoulification, he kept what little he had immaculate as possible. Ahzrukhal was a stickler for appearence, a perfectionist even. For himself and more so for others. He felt his temperature rise as her fingers gingerly brushed against his own, pulling the glass from his grasp. She took it slow, letting it grace her plump lips as she drank.
"Ahzrukhal. Could I ask you something? Personal.." She purred a little looking over the last sip of her beverage. Raising what was left of his eyebrow, Ahzrukhal leaned foreard resting his crossed arms on the counter. Tilting his head he spoke, "Of course." She smiled and followed his example, leaving little space between the two. He could feel her breath on his lips and the scent of the fresh whiskey in the space between their mouths. "Have you ever, been in love?" She rested her face in her upturned palms looking over him. If Ahzrukhal had enough skin, his face would have turned a lovely shade of red. "Love? I find that to be risky business. I don't believe I personally have ever found the one, the one every one speaks of I mean. I suppose I shouldn't have been so picky when I had skin. Perhaps, solitude is best. I certainly find it to be so." He looked over her face as she mused. He smiled a little before continuing.
"But you my dear, you must find it hard to be alone. Men must flock to you." She laughed a little and finished off the shot and placed it on the somewhat clean countertop. "It's funny you should mention that." She looked over his features with a glazed look in her eyes as she spoke. "See, I've gotten to the point that, I want something real. Not a fling. Not a sweet heart. Not just a good fuck, and not good to look at. I want a real man, the one that'll be in bed with me the next morning. One that'll abuse me when I need it, you know what I mean?" She spoke heavily, each word dripping in tension and sexuality. She was glazed over drunk and it showed. She was finally spilling her guts like so many before her had at that same bar.
Ahzrukhal swallowed, his throat had suddenly become as dry as the Mojave, it was far more than uncomfortable in the bar. There was a sweltering heat across his skin, blazing a trail through his exposed flesh. He quickly quenched his throat with a shot of whiskey before looking over the vexing paramour leaninf on the bar before him. He cleared his throat before letting his rasping voice become audible. "Like that man, that Leader of the Talon Mercs you mean? You miss him?" Ahzrukhal spoke, all the while trying to calm his nerves. It was her voice and even more so appearence, possibly even the soft hints of attention here and there that got to him. He wasn't sure any more.
"The Commander? Fuck no. I dropped his ass, don't even get me started on that trash." She snarled to him, if looks could kill, some one would be dead. "Then what are you getting at Lorelei?" Ahzrukhal spoke up, his dignified nerves creeping over him once more, dousing the pained hunger in his body. She smiled, her lipstick glinting in the lighting of the bar as she leaned in ever so slightly closer to him. "I want a man that's seen it all. Fucked some shit up, lived to talk about it. A Ghoul you know?" With as quick as she leaned in, teasing his ears once more, she pulled back and looked over her shoulder, glancing at Charon. The tension in the room had suddenly become thick.
Ahzrukhal felt his breathing hitch for a moment when he saw she was gawking at Charon. A man that wouldn't know what to do with a woman like that. His skin boiled and ached for the slightest recognition. The teasing woman had made it very clear she wanted the damned Ghoul in the corner. And it pained Ahzrukhal's black and evil little heart. He took another shot of whiskey, he'd need it tonight. There was no way he'd get the smoothskin off his mind tonight. "Well, hun. I'm going to be gone for awhile... so don't wait up for me. I'll be bringing back a few more patrons for you." Ahzrukhal looked up from his glass, the woman standing a little shakily.
"Don't let me keep you." His voice retained it's appeal of a rough dignified goodbye. It was hard not to snap at her for teasing and taking away like she had. The barkeep watched her leave with a scowl painted plain as day on his face. Most couldn't tell it was there, his fellow Ghouls recognized it like the burning sun it was. They steered clear for the rest of the night. Leaving Ahzrukhal to his own devices, namely the terminal as he pecked away his recent dealings with the Smoothskin. How he had decided he was absolutely finished with her and would pay her no mind, no matter what.
Ahzrukhal closed up the bar and the patrons left to find their beds as midnight creeped upon the Capitol wastes. He made himself comfortable in his bed, resting his hands behind his head staring over the ceiling paint peeling off overhead for what seemed like forever. It would be awhile before any of the Ghouls would see her again, she was leaving at day break. As sad as it was for some of them, Ahzrukhal couldn't help but smile. This absence was exactly what he needed. He had no place in that callous woman's heart, no. Charon might, and she knows how to get the contract, and then they can dance off into the sunset and leave him in piece. Solitude was what he knew best after all. With that, he let his tired eyes close and rest. Falling asleep, the smoothskin barely noticeable in his head.