Hunting (Open)

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie wasn't one who often took "cheating spouse" cases. She mostly focused on insurance fraud, cyber-security and the occasional missing person. But her cases were either stalled at the moment or finished and she had an excess of time and she wanted more money because more money meant more savings. So here the brunette was, casually trying to take pictures in the club of her client’s wife as the woman snuggled up to her lover. Percie had managed to wander close enough earlier to get a full blown conversation between them AND a proposal to join before she'd extricated herself. The tape recorder was safely in her handbag but she needed photo evidence too. It was difficult with the lighting and the constant moving to get a better, but also hidden position so she wouldn't raise suspicions. She was standing at a nearby table, trying to look like part of the crowd that frequented this place while politely turning down most of the offers that drifted her way. She and Derek still saw each other occasionally, though with much less frequency than before. While part of her was still fine with the "sex-friends" arrangement she was also starting to crave an actual relationship with someone, and knew that Derek wasn't the one that was going to give that to her.

All the better though, they'd never get along.

She played with her pearls a little and sipped at her drink, wondering if she could get some actual clubbing in while she was here without losing her prey but decided that it was best to hang back a bit before she got caught up in her night and forgot her work. She pulled her cellphone out again and focused it, pretending to be disinterestedly taking pictures of the people around her. If she snapped an extra 10-15 of a specific couple, she was sure no one noticed. She checked occasionally to make sure she wasn’t being watched before sidling closer, taking a few more pictures and coming away.

When the couple moved to the lower floor she “casually” followed at what she determined was a safe distance and then took more pictures. She leaned against a wall with her drink, pretending to look bored and realized that the ridiculous amount of pictures she’d taken tonight would also join the myriad of better pictures she’d developed from her other camera on her desk at home. She’ stalk them until they left and then see about doing something productive with the rest of her night.

[Andreas Pruitt]

Andreas was having a decent night, on one hand he had come out on his first trip to a place that sold alcohol for the close to nine months that had passed since he checked himself into rehab and was holding himself back fairly well. On the other hand he was struggling to accomplish the task he had set out for himself for the night, finding someone to talk and possibly meet later.

He had tried talking to two women so far and both had shut him down very quickly. This had left him dejected and made him think about leaving and just heading home for the evening when he noticed an attractive women leaning against a wall near him. He looked at her for a good ten seconds before he told himself, screw it, and he walked towards the woman, not feeling very confident. As he reached her he began losing a little more confidence, so that when he reached her, ringing his hands a little, the only thing he could think to say was, "Hello." After he said this he thought he sounded even more pitiful than he could ever sound before, he didn't realize that his accent had covered up most of the nervousness that was in his voice.

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie looked at the man who'd approached her curiously, he seemed nervous with his wringing hands and she smiled at him encouragingly. She wouldn't bite him. "Hello," she answered back politely. "You look like you might be having a difficult time of it tonight," she commented teasingly before half of her attention focused on the couple now dancing on the floor in front of her. That would certainly make watching them easier if she engaged this man into a conversation for a few minutes or maybe longer. He wasn’t bad looking, and Percie appreciated good looking men (and women of course) quite a bit. “Would you like a drink?” she asked, thinking that maybe if he had something in his hands he’d relax. Percie looked around and flagged down a waitress who had been walking around the floor.

[Andreas Pruitt]

Andreas let out an internal sigh of relief at the woman's teasing, the other two he had spoken to earlier hadn't even given him a hello back just a "go away". With the small confidence boost that came from the woman's smile he, in an act of self deprecation, said a little sheepishly, "Yeah, I haven't had the best luck tonight, until now that is." Andreas added the last part as he leaned against the wall with the woman, noticing that that she was even more beautiful up close. At the mention of getting a drink Andreas froze a little and spoke quickly and a little loudly as the waitress reached them, "Just water." He could see a little through what the woman was trying and he appreciated it, but he wasn't going to throw away almost nine months of sobriety for a slim chance at getting a date.