Little Pig, Little Pig, Let Me In {Red}

[harrydresden]

So, this was the last place in Renale had hadn't checked out and he'd already heard about it's reputation. Bad men, Powerful.

Harry had to smirk, just a tad when he heard that. Bad men indeed. He had met bad men. Thirsty men for power. Men who used sex, people what they wanted. Magic. Evil incarnate. He had been subject to lots of them - and usually in short spaces of time.

He knew the supernatural, and the human in all shapes and sizes, and no one was going to not let him in a bar because of it.

That, and there was Karaoke on a Tuesday. What fun could he have with that?

He stepped up to the front door, where it appeared that he was going to get turned away, but a ice glare, and a reveal of his staff gave the bouncer a second thought.

"That's what I was hoping for," he said, with a raise of his eyebrow and shoved a note into the bouncers pocket before stepping forward into the room and towards the bar. Talk about tough crowd, it's not like he was about to go all superhero on their back-sides. He just wanted a drink.

[rikubean]

The moment the newcomer stepped into the bar, Red's eyes were on him. She could feel the slight shift in the air that marked the man's passage, a rippling combination of hostility and anxiety. It would appear the man's reputation preceded him.

Red knew who he was, of course. They both taught at the same school, though it was safe to say their subject matter tended not to overlap. Still, she enjoyed the enigma surrounding all things magical and decided to help him here in the only way she was able.

Making her way over to him was laughably simple. Red was a typical part of this crowd, could predict the patrons' movements fractional seconds before they moved. She took advantage of any small gaps in the crowd, and before long she had found her way to Mister Harry Dresden.

She gave him a flirty sort of smile, linking her arm through his without any preamble. "Fancy meeting you here, of all places," Red said, glancing around the bar once before turning her gaze back to him. "I don't suppose you know who I am?"

Her lip stuck out slightly in a pout. Red hoped he knew who she was, and didn't just think she was another girl in the bar looking for a fun time. Her own reputation tended to get a bit away from her sometimes.

[harrydresden]

Well, this wasn't so bad, he'd been to worse, what was all the fuss about? It was much like Clint Eastwood walking into a bar.

Either way, he wasn't expecting to see the cooking teacher (Seriously, his mind told him, a cooking teacher, with that pretty face? How the hell?!) link his arm and come over.

He knew who she was of course, and though he was rather flattered, he was never very good at flirting on the stop, and just said, "If I knew better, I'd think you're either trying to get me killed, or get me accepted, and both of those aren't really all that necessary are they?" he asked her, but his tone was quite light.

He had a feeling that this could all get out of hand if people here didn't like her flirting with him, and women were not his priority. His life - and living it, was.

[rikubean]

Red's pout turned more exaggerated at Harry's comment. "You can't possibly think so lowly of your own colleague, now, would you, Harry?" She grinned widely, bumping against his side. "It's not polite to jest so."

Or at least she hoped he was joking. Otherwise Red should really rethink her approach. That certainly wouldn't be an easy feat to accomplish. She was pretty set in her ways.

She turned her attention fully to Harry, raising her eyebrows. "What're you doing here? You ooze the essence of self-assured heroic badass, which is really the wrong kind of attitude to display around this lot." Red nodded toward the crowd at the far end of the bar, huddled together and muttering amongst themselves.

Shrugging and going back to her usual method of "ignore everyone else and it can't possibly become a problem," Red once again smiled broadly. "How about a drink?"