kill me in five bites or less {open}

[Cal Karnstein]

The hunger was upon Cal. No, not the blood hunger. She only sort of got those; half-vampire, not full vampire after all. Sure, sometimes she liked to take it in shots, and she did have a propensity for eating meat that could probably moo back at you. But she wasn't craving blood right now. Nor, surprisingly, was she craving attention or physical contact (not that she'd said no to either; there were few times when Cal wouldn't appreciate some attention. Contact was a bit more hit and miss, admittedly).

No, she had a base hunger: "I need some foods," said Cal, looking up and down the street. Most of Trenale's eateries were apparently in one district. That worked to her advantage, she guessed, though she was also tempted to head down the Exit De Charly. 'cuz that just sounded dirty in all the best ways. But for now, this was where people were walking.

Speaking of: "Hey!" Cal began walking next to someone, keeping step. "Don't mean to be an annoying pest, but I'm kinda craving something greasy. You know: stuff that'll kill me in five bites or less? So here's the deal I'ma offer: You set me up with something, and I'll buy you a meal." She raised her brows. "Oh, and bonus: my company, free of charge. Added extra only: I can totally take off if you want. But c'mon,' she nudged them, "you know you wanna see if dessert's on the table."

[Mordred Le Fey]

Mordred and Satan had headed into town for some distraction - Mordred had finished all his cigarettes and needed more, and the hidden bottle of scotch at the back of his wardrobe had started to call. He'd decided that while there was no chance of him being tee-total, drinking alone was something he could cut back on, and seeing as he hadn't seen Aiden in a while he needed to get out of the house.

And of course, there was no way he was leaving Satan behind on his own, the kitten was still ridiculously tiny and could easily hurt itself or get stuck in something and Mordred was just not going to let that happen. Which was why Satan was currently curled up asleep in his jacket pocket.

He was making a beeline for the store to stock up on smokes when someone suddenly joined him, asking about food and offering her company. He was taken aback for a second, but he looked her up and down, and smirked. "I never say no to free food." He lowered his sunglasses to look at her properly. "And if you're looking for death by grease, then it's got to be -" he pointed behind her at a dingy burger joint. "That place will definitely kill you, but their cheese and bacon fries can't be beaten.

He pushed his sunglasses back up his nose and offered her his hand. "Mordred Le Fey." He introduced himself, flashing her his most charming smile. Perhaps he'd be able to have a drink today after all.

[Cal Karnstein]

Cal let out a low whistle of appreciation as she beheld the specimen in front of her. She definitely liked them pretty, and this guy was pretty from those eyes to what had to be a cute butt. "Awesome," she said, grinning, "lead on, my greasy savior," she gestured, adding a slight bow and a wave of the hand. Plus if he got ahead, that meant Cal got a good look.

And look, he even gave her a name, one that sounded, so very, very fake. "Right, Mordred," she said, snorting. "You can call yourself whatever the hell you want so long as i get a burg--" she paused, catching a whiff of utter deliciousness. She swore she almost started floating, heading toward the burger joint, pausing only to slap the hand on the way over.

"Yeah, if whatever's in there kills me, I'll die a happy girl," she said, turning to grin at Mordred. "You got good taste, Le Fair one. Does that extend to other things, or just delicious greasy spoons?"

[Mordred Le Fey]

Raising an eyebrow, he watched this strange, but undeniably hot, girl as she questioned his name. "Hey, my name is, quite literally, legendary. You think I'd keep a name like 'Mordred' if it didn't carry some serious weight? Look it up."

Laughing slightly as she slapped his hand instead of the customary shake, he stared at her. She wasn't quite like anyone else he'd come across in this place, and that most definitely was not a bad thing. She was certainly interesting, and as she moved towards the burger place he couldn't stop himself from taking a proper look. It was a good sight. Of course, there was the little voice in his head that screamed Meredith's name, but everyone wanted him to get better, back to his old self, and his old self would most definitely be looking.

His newer self just wouldn't do anything more.

"My taste is impeccable." He replied with a deliberately snobby expression, as he held the door to the burger place open for her. "In all things." He grinned. "So do I get to know the name of the provider of my delicious death, or are you trying to be mysterious?"

[Cal Karnstein]

"Oh yes, because every girl is just dying to do some research," said Cal, rolling her eyes. Didn't diminish her grin all that much, and she was still thoroughly enjoying the view. Le Fair One was living up to her teasing name for him. Definitely had a name she wanted to google or maybe ask her mom about... but what was the fun in spoiling the surprise? Yeah, way better to wait and see who this Mordred actually was.

"Well, that did seem obvious," she said as he complimented his own taste, "since you're opting to spend time with muwah," she spun and walked backward, grinning at him. "Wouldn't want you to get a look at all the merchandise just yet. Gotta feed the cow before you can milk her," with that, Cal winked and paused, looking around. Definitely a greasy spoon, which was precisely what she was looking for. Cal rolled her shoulders, taking a quick note of the clientele. Definitely a few of her sort, judging by the looks.

Oh, right, question: "Jeez, you make me sound all dark and morbid. Like I'm the Grimm Reaper of Hamburgers," Cal chuckled. "I go by Cal, and if you turn that into Cow, I'ma moo then punch you in the junk," she pointed warningly at him, before turning to find a spot at either a bar or a rickety table, depending on their options.

[Mordred Le Fey]

He grinned as she turned and walked backwards, raising an eyebrow at her. "Oh come on, nothing wrong with a little window shopping." And he was certainly enjoying browsing. This girl was utterly intriguing, and he couldn't help but find himself drawn in, wanting to know more. Although -

"Nice metaphor..." He said, wrinkling his nose and following her inside. He'd eaten here a few times, but the layer of grease the counted every surface in the place tended to put him off - his suits were expensive, and grease was really hard to get out. Not that he did his own laundry, but still, buying more suits was just a hassle.

"Well maybe you are, accosting me on the street, leading me into dark and dingy burger joints with the lure of food and company? Who knows if I'll get out of here alive." He grinned at her as he headed to the counter, looking up at the menu board. "Cal, huh? Well, it is an absolute pleasure to meet you, Cal." He smirked at her. "I'm sure we can figure out a more flattering nickname for you. Just give me time to get to know you a little better." He turned his attention to the guy behind the counter, waiting to take their orders. "Cheeseburger, fries and a coke." He placed his order, glancing down at his pocket as it began to stir. "Oh, and a saucer of milk."

He turned to Cal. "And for the lady?"

[Cal Karnstein]

"Won't have me objecting to a lookie lo," agreed Cal, a bit hypocritically (not that she was going to stop and think about it). She was already focused on figuring out where to order, sauntering over to the counter as if she'd been there a dozen or so times instead of a brand new arrival.

The mention of predatory motives had her winking. "Well, Le Fay, give it time, and I'm sure we can think of all sorts of enjoyable things to call each other," she turned, ready to order, mouth open. Mordred beat her to it by a good few seconds, and his order had her stopping and giving him an odd look.

"Hun, this may surprise you, but I ain't that kind of kitten," she drawled, before turning back to the order. "Bacon cheeseburge, extra cheese, cheese fries, and a cherry coke,' a twirl of the wrist and she had a black card in it. "Here's the plastic for the paying,' she handed it over to whoever was on the other side, before looking back to Mordred. Was it her imagination or...

"Hey, Le Fair," she jerked her chin toward his jacket, "your coat's alive."

[Mordred Le Fey]

He said nothing in response to her comment, and simply smirked as she placed her order. He gave her an impressed look as she finished the order, turning back to the guy at the counter. "Actually that sounds pretty good, cancel mine and do the same. Still want that milk though."

He looked down at his pocket as she spoke, and grinned, reaching in and scooping the kitten out, who mewed at him sleepily, licking the tip of his finger gently. Reaching up, he placed the cat on his shoulder, where the kitten nuzzled against Mordred's neck and lay down comfortably, watching Cal with big eyes and purring.

"Cal, meet Satan." Mordred grinned. A saucer of milk was pushed towards him over the counter and Mordred grabbed it, leading the way to a table and sitting down. He gently set Satan on the table by the saucer, where he happily began lapping up the milk, while Mordred stroked him gently, looking back at Cal. "He says thanks for the milk."

[Cal Karnstein]

Cal chuckled as Mordred changed his order to match her own. She kept her attention mostly focused on the mobile coat for the moment, slightly curious as to what made it wiggle and bulge (since that wasn't generally the area that did that around Cal, unless there was something quite unique about Le Fair's anatomy). She followed the rising kitten and couldn't help but smile.

"You are just full of surprises, Le Fair," she said, reaching up to let the cat smell her for a moment. She shifted, letting the little guy hit the table. "And i gotta say, Satan, you're a lot more adorable than I was led to believe." She gave him a little scratch. Hard for her not to like cats, since at least one of her moms could turn into one (and Cal probably could if she tried).

"Though I gotta wonder: why name a cat that? Just so you can say that you stroked Satan's puss or something?" she asked, arching her brows. "Or is he really awful when you get him full of catnip and treats?"

[Mordred Le Fey]

"You have no idea." Mordred winked as she reached out to Satan. He was getting more impressed with Satan's abilities to attract women every time he left the house - he'd had more conversations with hot girls since he started carrying the cat around in his pocket that he had in a long time.

Sitting at the table, he leaned back against the wall and put his feet up on the chair next to him, finally taking off his sunglasses and hanging them from his breast pocket. He grinned when she asked about the cat's name, shrugging. "It's a conversation starter. Everyone expects a tiny kitten to be named something sickly and cute like 'Buttons'. I didn't want to ruin this little guy's rep before he'd even started." He scratched the kitten's ears again as he happily lapped away.

"So, Cal. Tell me about yourself. I'm intrigued." He smirked, indicating the seat across the table from him.

[Cal Karnstein]

"I got some idea,' replied Cal, smirking. She'd done the cat thing a time or two, or, heck, offer to dogwalk for someone. Sometimes dog walkers were just the most adorable creatures ever, blushing animal lovers with good hearts for the most part, particularly if you actually headed to a park or something along those lines.

Though she did find herself agreeing somewhat with Mordred's name idea. Cal quirked a brow. "Sounds like you're the one trying to set a rep for yourself, Le Fair," she drawled. "Gotta admit, it's working some, since you have me intrigued.

Cal slid into the seat, sprawling out and looking almost as feline as the kitten lapping away. She tapped the plastic basket of napkins between them. "Gee, you looking for something that's more Great Expectations or 'Story of My life'? You know, the only halfway decent song by that boyband?"

Cal hummed for a second, then: "The story of my life, take her home. I drive all night to keep her warm and time Is froooozen~" she twisted the song's melancholy for a moment, her clear voice sliding through the noise around her, at least for a few beats. When she ended the short burst, she gave Mordred another smile and a bob of the brows. Her drink appeared, and she reached for it, pulling the straw up with her lips and giving Mordred another grin while she sucked.

[Mordred Le Fey]

He scoffed at her slightly, raising his eyebrow. "I don't need Satan here to help me set a reputation, I have an excellent one already set in stone." He winked at her. "Just ask around, you'll find out all you need to know." He grinned, continuing to stroke the cat.

He was about to answer her, when she started singing. Well, that was unusual. She was clearly confident, and Mordred always found confidence incredibly attractive. He grinned at her, laughing slightly as Satan jumped and paused in his drinking, staring at her. "You're scaring my cat." He said with a raised eyebrow, scratching the kitten's ears and picking him up, placing him in his lap where Satan circled for a moment before curling up and purring.

Reaching for the other drink that had been placed on the table, Mordred took a few sips, watching the girl across from him. He was intrigued, finding himself wanting to know what this girl's deal was, and allowing his thoughts to wander to places they shouldn't for a minute before remembering he was supposed to be a changed man and bringing his thoughts back to Meredith.

"Let's settle for somewhere in between the two." He grinned, taking another drink. "What's your deal?"

[Cal Karnstein]

"Gotta love a good reputation," agreed Cal, bobbing her head. "Or a bad one." Though in her opinion, there wasn't much of a difference. She kept that to herself, at least for the time being. He'd figure out enough about her sooner rather than later. There were open books that were less open than Calpurnia Karnstein.

The mention of the cat had Cal chuckling. She lowered her gaze to meet the little feline's, locking eyes for a few moments. It might just have been Cal's imagination, but she swore she saw something like recognition in the little animal. Or maybe he just didn't like prolonged eye contact. That would make him more or less like any other male that Cal had ever dealt with.

"My deal?" she repeated, looking back up at Mordred. She'd followed the cat to his lap, and her gaze may have lingered slightly longer than necessary. "Hmm," she leaned back against the seat, slouching slightly. Her fingers started tapping. "Kinda just doing my own thing, I guess? I got the whole sexy punk rock chick thing going for me too," she shrugged, then tilted her head. "Does everyone gotta have a deal? Or are we just allowed to live our lives, hmm?"

[Mordred Le Fey]

"Everyone has a deal, whether they want to admit it or not." He shrugged, taking another slug on the drink. "And don't think I didn't notice you checking out the goods there, Cal." He grinned at her. "The cat's cute, but he's not sitting on my junk." He winked at her, giving her a toothy grin.

"So, punk rock chick, huh?" He looked her up and down, his head tilting slightly. "You must have tattoos in all kinds of places." He grinned. "So who're you trying to piss off, Mummy or Daddy?"

Their food arrived quickly and he pulled his towards him, grabbing a few fries and throwing them in his mouth, his eyes not leaving Cal's. Pulling a bit of bacon off the burger, he fed it to Satan, who immediately on finishing stood up and rested his front paws on the table, sniffing the air and looking for more.

[Cal Karnstein]

Cal gasped and drew her fingers to her lips. "Why would you speak to me in such tones? You'll hurt my delicate sensibilities! Or, you know," she grinned, "make me super horny. Whichever."

She nodded along with his repeated definition, taking another sip. "Just a few," she offered on the tattoos. The food arrived while she was still responding, and Cal had to pause to let out the sort of noise that people usually had to work pretty hard to get out of her (okay, that was a bit of a lie: it wasn't hard to work Cal over. Just read, like, any of her threads. Literally any). She did notice Satan, however, and that had her chuckling.

"Here you go," she said, giving him a bit of her own bacon, hoping to win the little monster over a bit more to her cause. She took a bite of her own food, making another noise of pleasure while she enjoyed it. "Damn, this is exactly what I wanted," she licked bits of sauce off her leaking fingers, even sucking a digit or two. "Oh, and mummy and mummy are actually both pretty cool with me doing whatever. I mean, I might still have to take the throne eventually, unless one of my cousins turns out to be pretty suited for it," Cal shrugged and popped some fries into her mouth. Because casually dropping the whole princess heir to a throne thing was pretty much SOP for her.