Bunny Hunting: Taking hold of your desire!

[EriChar]

"The price of a drink can buy you more than you may think!" Mia Milano

Bunny Hunting: Taking hold of your desire!

Sundown long since passed in the town of Pecos, as the ball of illumination left the sky in a land that seemed dedicated to hedonism, any real sense of morality had also seemed to plunge beyond the horizon for the evening. The dark, warm air filled with the sound of laughter and happy screams as a plethora of tunes mingled into an incomprehensible array of noise, it seemed like everyone was having a good time, and a certain blonde in the Sundown Saloon was no different. Tips of her hair curling skyward like golden fox tails, as the blue eyes of the girl looked around her environment with a hint of glassiness, her lips curled into a smirk as they caught sight of the bar, the stalked cone that was her glass of champagne looking dangerously close to being empty. The scarlet prongs of her heels hammering the boards as she stumbled across the bar, what part of her chest was covered by the slip of red silk hanging from spaghetti straps around her neck nearly found themselves exposed to the room as she slumped onto the bar, her breasts seeming to be keen on bouncing free from even the loose confines of her crimson coloured dress.

Let’s seeeee… More than a few heads turning at the lack of subtlety and grace with which her tipsy shape had appeared before them, as she giggled softly to herself and scanned the waiting patrons she wondered who of them she wouldn’t mind buying her a refill.
“Heeeyyyy Cutie!” A somewhat nervous looking boy with mousy curls seeming to look away as she caught his eyes and giving off that sublime flavour of shyness, as this girl who was well on her way to drunkenness slung what was left of her champagne down her throat and wobbled her way over, she knew that she would be doing them both a favour by talking to him. Purring as she pulled herself alongside a boy that looked, she snatched the soft skin of his hand into her own and leaned in closely and affectionately, licking her lips playfully.

“Heyyyyy…” Purring out her repeated greeting as she pressed her chest into the tightly held arm of her new ‘friend’, now that she was closer to this lad the party girl could see that he wasn’t much older than she was herself, and far less sure of himself.
“I’m Mia, and you are?” Smiling softly and as seductively as her level of inebriation would allow, there was always something a little bit more satisfying about ‘playing’ with the timid ones. While naturally those with more swagger had their own charms, for some reason Mia found she often preferred those who were a bit more innocent and sweet, and not just because they were easy to manipulate. A pretty young woman, as the blonde’s alcohol ravaged mind reasoned it, she was more than confident that her company in of itself was a benefit for these boys.

“M-My name’s G-Garrett…” Ordinarily too lacking in self-confidence or esteem to approach a woman of her heavenly looks, undoubtedly a little time with Mia di Milano was at the very least something that would make this night something to remember, and it might even help them the next time a pretty girl caught their eye across a bar? Even if all it did was give him that little nudge of confidence that could lead to a lifetime sweetheart, surely the price of a couple of drinks would be worth it?

“Oh? A handsome name for a handsome fellow, heeheehee!” The charm that Miss Milano shone with at hearing the name almost automatic, the young woman beamed at her beau blissfully, giving him a playful prod with her shoulder and finding that beneath his blushing manner he actually had quite a nice smile.
“Say Garret, how about you buy me a drink and tell me a little about yourself?” Releasing his hand gently now that she knew that this boy was on her ‘line’, the platinum partygoer propped her cheek on her palm and smiled softly, making sure that a part of her skin remained in contact with him at all times. Tipsy but not stupid, this was far from the first raucous ‘rodeo’ she had been a part of and exhibited no small amount of skill in her methods of charismatic coercion.

“From what I can tell, heehee, you might well be the most interesting person in this bar?” Readily capable of making herself sound genuine in any kind of situation, while the woman did not like to think that she was truly manipulating others but rather simply working a situation for a common advantage, she might have made a good conwoman in another life. Undoubtedly a pretty young thing, her looks and magnetism could quickly make all but the strictest of men and occasionally women putty in her hands, wrapping those she chose around her finger to suit her desires. While rarely the type to use this allure for anything terribly self centered, one had to confess that a girl who spent her evening seducing her way to drinks and more was perhaps not the ideal role model…

[Ozwald "Oz" Rabsin]

"Jesus...The things I can do without pay." Oz Rasbin

Bunny Hunting: Taking hold of your desire

"Ya know...ya think they'd have noticed me by now..."

As the town slumped down into it's later hours, bars filled with patrons looking for a good time, or looking for someone else drunk enough to let them make their own fun, Oz was spending his time kicking his feet over the edge of one of the town's western styled salloons, a chicken wing from his lunch resting in his hand as he took chunks from it with thick bites of his buck teeth, his white rabbit ears hanging from his head as he boredly gazed out towards the other side of the wide street, some rather obvious looking pirates sitting on a bench. He wondered if they had actually noticed the rabbit man on the roof accross the street, or if they even realized he had rabbit features from such a distance. Whatever the case, taking his hybrid form had been the only way for him to eavesdrop on their conversation, finishing off his chicken leg and holding the bone in his jaw as he pulled out his bounty notes, flicking though the pages and posters alike before settling on one that held a pirate with a flag in the background, the symbol upon which was worn on the back of one of these pirate's coats. Odds were he was one of their goons, which meant he'd fetch only a fraction of the bounty displayed on his poster. Still, he'd get whatever he could grab.

Notes were scribbled along the page as he toyed with the bone between his teeth, enoyed with his herbivorous chompers that refused to let him suck the stringy meat stuck between his teath. The moment these two idiots were done talking he'd likely hop to the street below and take back his preferred form. For now though, this conversation was far too intriguing for him to even take a break from. Whispers of a devil fruit and a potential "Huge payout" came with every few words. The heavy amount of this moolah seemed to be repeated over and over, the level of excitement in the two pirate's voice making it clear why Oz himself was able to get away with making so many notes without hearing any mention of the "white fuzzy thing on the building accross the street". He almost found it humours how such an "opportunity" for them lead to his own opportunity to take them in.

"Such a bunch of idiots..." Closing his book the moment he got a time and place for this deal to go down, Oz was satisfied that he had the perfect chance to try and infiltrate not one, but two crews ranks simultaeneously. Afterall, both crews would just assume he was a part of the others if he turned up before they did. Still, he needed to keep an eye on them for now. His keen eyes watched as they slipped up from their bench and turned into the nearest saloon. Afterall, in their own words "they barter best when they're tipsy." Oz just gave another roll of his eyes as he pocketed his personal bingo book, hopping down into one of the nearby alleys and shifting back into his human form the moment the his bunny legs had absorbed the shock, flicking up the collar of his yellow jacket as he spotted the pirate inhabited saloon accross the street, heading over without delay.

Not long after the pirates themselves had made an entrance, the silver haired bounty hunter would follow behind, running a hand through his silver main as his Azure eyes scanned the saloon, hissing to himself beneath his breath as he lost sight of his target. Still, he knew where they'd be later so there was no need to worry just yet. For now, he too could relax, turning for the bar and leaning over it just inches from a blonde in a red dress, raising a finger to get the barman's attention.

"White russian. Extra milk if ya don't mind."

Giving a slight sigh as he waited for his drink, Oz turned to lean back against the bar, taking in the appearance of the citizens of this city, and maybe showing a little more admiration for the revealing outfits of the town's female inhabitants. Afterall, even he had to admit it was a good view.

[EriChar]

"A real hero makes sure a lady is never alone in a crowd." Mia Milano

Bunny Hunting: Taking hold of your desire!

Gasping as the last drop of drink from the mug from which the heartiest of chair hair growing grog slipped down her throat, with a grin filled with glee, the golden haired girl giggled and gave a cheer, placing her tankard on her head upside down. The boy with the brownish hair next to her furiously trying to catch her up, the girl’s glee was reflected with only a gloomy groan as he finally finished his own drink, the young man heaving in air and coughing a little as some of paint thinner they seemed to be now consuming stung his delicate little throat. The evening processing well , the blonde beauty and her boy Friday had consumed more than a few choice tipples since their meeting, each and every one seeming to have lent the fellow a little more courage and now he sat more red faced from the drink than any shyness the pretty girl might have inspired within him. Mia having moved to share one of the saloon stools with her ‘intimate’ new friend, with an arm around his shoulders she sat across his lap, the red heels she wore kicking back and forth happily as she slammed her mug down on the table, not even noticing that she was now leaning slightly against the shoulder of a silver haired fellow at the bar.

“Looks like I win again! I guess that means you’re buying the shots!” Gloating as she flashed a pair of fingers to the man behind the wooden counter and then using them to stroke the cheek of her companion, as the party loving girl basked in the warmth of his adoring gaze, she couldn’t help but notice the mentioned stare was starting to lose its ability to focus.
“M-M-Mia, the roomish schpinning…” Heavy drinking woman hardly past a stage of mild cheeriness thanks to the iron lover she seemed to have been born with, it was clear that she had drank he beau under the table with little effort, but found his lack of prowess in this regard endearing all the same. Drunkenness seemed to be one of life’s great acts of disarmament, with even a shy young man like this seeming like the wildest and most daring of stallions once given a little liquid refreshment, as a far greater slice of his desire and personality was no longer hidden under the guard that was inhibition. Miss Milano appreciated that.

“Aw, come onnnn Garret, you can handle one moooore!” Grinning broadly at the boy whose lap was now her seat and tilting her head with a playful pout, as the fish-level drinker gently poked a little bit more of his daring to the forefront, she couldn’t help but appreciate the mixture of alcohol and her own good looks that seemed twist so many situations to her own amusement.
“Just one teeny, tiny tequila shot won’t hurt you. A big, strong maaan like you? Come on, for meeee?” Not really wishing to make this young man ill but at the same time lonely, Mia had to confess that she hated to drink on her own, and in the brief amount of time she had spent with this islander she had learned a strong sense of appreciation for him. The type who found her affection grew for those who showed interest in her quickly, the Milano Miss was one who was almost desperate for the attention of people around her, and generous in her return for this craving.

“F-F-Fine, but zis issa last unn…” Chucking to herself as she found even the strange way that this boy slurred his words to be somewhat endearing, with a snap of her head, the lips of the partying princess met their mark on his cheek, quickly pushing one of the freshly poured tequila into his paw before scooping up her own.
“Heeheehee, and then back to your place?” Lid drooping seductively as her eye winked at her companion, shifting her rear against him slightly, as the boy eagerly threw the drink down his throat, so too did the blonde in his lap. Swallowing the harsh and powerful liquid quickly, its burning and woody flavour made it a relief when Mia tasted the sweetness of the air in her mouth with comparison, even so well-honed a palate as hers seeming to smoulder with the taste of unforgiving alcohol. Mouth stinging like she had just swallowed a hot coal, the experience did little to dull the delight that the blue eyed babe felt and soon she was glancing toward her ‘partner’ to see how he had fared. The news, however, was not good.

As silent as any grave, Garret seemed stuck with the small shot class gripped at his lips, making the young woman’s heart pounded with panic at the thought she might have killed him until he gave a slow and rumbling snore. The hand that held his small glass plummeting downward and shattering the item on the floor beside him, the shy boy with whom the buoyant blonde had enjoyed her evening so far did not stir at all at the sound of something exploding into shards at his feet, resting with his head back in a chair and dead to the world at least until tomorrow.
“Aw, too much for ya, hun?” Smiling softly but heart throbbing with a hint of disappointment, Mia spoke softly and intimately before sharing a sweet touch of her lips on the boys, smiling and slipping off him as gently as she could before easing his cheek onto the comfort of the nearby bar. Undoubtedly feeling a little stood up as Roderick the barman sighed and told her he’d take care of both the youngster and the broken glass, while she had been mostly joking about going back to Garret’s place after her tequila shot, she couldn’t help but feel lonely now that he had ‘left’ her. There probably weren’t many who might understand it, but even in a crowd a pretty girl could still feel completely alone in the world.

The vaguest hint of a knot forming in the young woman’s brow as she went to move away, lamenting her insistence on one final drink, it was as she moved in a sudden sobriety of her mind that the indulgent Miss Milan found her legs weren’t quite as teetotal as her head, stumbling forward and straight into something that felt both firm and firm, as well as decorated with silver on its peak. Blinking in surprise as she found herself with her chest now ‘hugging’ a much larger and stronger arm than in the minutes previously, the startled expression she gave her new partner quickly melted into a blissful grin, the girl making sure to hold onto this one with everything that she had.
“Heeeey…!” Purring through pearly whites arranged into an adoring smile, the shape that had prevented her from plummeting into the floor was not only cute but downright gorgeous, and Mia knew immediately that she would be a disgrace to womanhood if she let a ‘catch’ this fine slip through her fingers too easily…

[Ozwald "Oz" Rabsin]

"Jesus...The things I can do without pay." Oz Rasbin

Bunny Hunting: Taking hold of your desire

Catching the drink that had been sent along the bar towards him, Oz gave a soft sigh as he looked into the drink, watching the milk atop the vodka swirling atop the vodka, getting ready to do a trick he learned a few weeks back in a bar one one of the other islands around the blue he inhabited. Swirling it just a little more so the liquids seperated as they stuck more to the side of the glass, he rose up the glass and chugged down the milk, slamming the glass downt he moment the taste of vodka hit his lips, coughing a little and wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, leaving the vodka that now rested in the glass for whoever wanted to steal the glass as he slid it along the bar. If he didn't feel weird doing it in a bar, he woulda just ordered the milk alone, but what sorta weirdo ordered milk? He woulda stood out like a sore thumb, if only for a second.

"I will never understand what these guys find at the bottom of this brown crap." With a soft sigh he leaned back from the bar, only to feel something warm suddenly wrap around his arm, turning his head with his silver main flicking around as he caught the eyes of the clearly drunken, rosey cheeked blonde in the red dress. Oz could only sigh as he deduced this drunken blonde must have just tipsy enough to think she could pull in any guy she wanted. This silver bounty hunter however was not just "any guy", and he didn't have a single drop of liqour in him that would have him giving into this any time soon.

"Hey." With a slight tug of his arm, clearly stronger than the blonde herself, he slipped away from ease, turning to walk away but with no clear urgency in his step. If the blonde was at all determined, she could have easily grabbed him again. Oz just hoped she was smart enough to realize he wasn't interested.

[EriChar]

"Oh? Well your eyes may say no but mine say yes..." Mia Milano

First Treat; The Girl who lived in a cage

Now that’s a nice tall drink I could swallow all night… Eyes that shone like the ocean catching a morning sun staring back at her, as the blonde beauty felt the strong, muscled arm of this man slip so snugly between the break in her bust, she couldn’t help but shiver a little at his strength. Cheeks blooming with a blush as she let her tipsy eyes wash over the features of this short sleeved fellow, the partying lass felt a throb erupt in her heart as her lacking inhibition denied her any power to refuse the smouldering charm this man had, his disdain registering incorrectly instead as a seductive gaze. A hand exploring up that tightly toned mix of muscle and boned, it was with lament that such a powerfully seductive object was dragged free from Mia di Milano’s chest, making her whine with displeasure as the fellow showed such a dissatisfying lack of interest. An attractive girl such as herself was not used to being so casually disregarded, and silently needy as she was, it was quite the burden to bear to know that her most intimate of accidental encounters had ended so quickly.

“Heeeyyyy… Don’t rush off!” Immediately assuming that this fellow was the type that liked to play hard to get, while Mia was a person that usually let her own charms and good looks let those around her flow close to herself, she could not abide such simple denial. Heels clicking against the floor as she snapped her feet into a trot as she dashed over the coolly charming young man with the silver hair, with slightly less of a trip this time the girl hurled herself at the boy, chest pressing into his back as she wrapped her hands around his waist and squeezed with a sense of possession.
“Heehee, don’t be shy, hun…” Tone slipping into one of a purr as she shivered again, no doubt the arm of this young man not the only place well-honed as she felt a wall of firmness beneath his shirt, she chuckled and pressed her cheek into the shoulder of the boy in an affectionate nuzzle.

“Aren’t you even gonna share a drink with the pretty girl you saved?” The Hands of the girl wanting to slip inside that shirt and discover what was beneath, as the spell of alcohol made the prospect difficult to resist, for the moment Mia managed to restrain her exploratory affection as she cuddled this strange young man.
"Or maybe even a dance?" Unsure of why, for some reason or another, there seemed something special that drew her to this boy unlike any she had met. Or at the very least, he had an allure about him that she hadn't encountered so far tonight...