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Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 10, 2026, 5:32 pm
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-One Week Ago-
-Thunder rumbled outside, lighting flashed through the high
windows of the library. A fire place was roared to life in the
room. The library was filled with old books, some leather, some
cloth, some were of questionable material. A man was standing in
the room holding a book open in one hand, reading the words
through rectangular spectacles. He was dressed in an perfectly
tailored suit with shoes so shiny he could see his reflection in
them. He had the air of confidence and old money. He was
speaking but the words seemed be garbled up in the air to the
woman who was standing in front of the fireplace staring
intently into the lapping flames. The man finally looked up at
the back of the young woman over a table that was filled with
open maps, books, pens, and other trinkets. She had not seemed
to have moved from her trance. –
“Bambi?” -he called to her but she had not yet turned around, he
repeated her name again and nothing. Finally he slammed the book
closed that he was reading and shouted her name.-
“BAMBI”
-The woman jumped and finally turned around gave him annoyed
look as if he just interrupted a nap. Bambi crossed her arms
over her chest and jutted out her him with attitude watching
him.-
“Where you listening to a word I said?” -the nicely dressed man
asked her with a hint of irritation in his voice, because out of
the ones he could have gotten. He ended up with her. And he
wouldn’t change it for the world. That always made each of these
talks so much more harder. He would never admit it, but she had
became like a daughter to him. But they still had jobs to do.-
“Was it something important? Or was it the same old ‘blah blah
this is a dangerous mission, it’s different because of insert
mundane reason here that has to do nefarious political moves,
nefarious characters, yadda yadda yadda.’ Does that about sum it
up?” -she asked him as she hoped up on the table and started to
swing her feet on it.-
“Well, yes. It does. But it does not take away from the fact you
need to take this more seriously. These are dangerous
individu..” -he trailed off at her fake snoring, because it was
the conversation every single time. The mission was always the
same, the description of those involved were always the same.
Well maybe the mission wasn’t the same as it was sometimes a
different objective. Except every time she went out it felt like
Groundhog’s Day. It all just repeated.-
“Bambi, please.” -he said in a slightly pleading tone to get her
to listen. At that he pulled her attention, she swung leg up to
put her shoe on the table which made him give her a glare over
the rims of his glasses. With a huff she put her foot down And
jumped down from the table walking over to him.-
“Niles, I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. Vampires of ending up
dead, there’s some moves being made the Council wants knowledge
on. I got it. It’s a walk in the park.” -she reassured him,
except he did not feel reassured at all. If anything there was a
pit being formed in his stomach.-
-Present Day-
-Bambi had arrived in New Orleans. The Mages or rather the
Watchers had sanctified her temporary place of residence.
Imbuing it with certain protections. She also had her cadre of
weapons shipped over. They had to be driven over. She had a
small house, nothing fancy but a place to call home. It was
still slightly empty it had the basics but her bed had not yet
been put together so that was annoying but she would take care
of that later. She had showered got herself settled in and had
decided to do the touristy things to get a better lay of the
land. Also there were rumors about what could happen on these
things which was why she was here.
And the rumors would be correct while she was on the tour she
had befriend some of the other girls on the tour there to drink
and party, there were two other girls that had joined the tour
as well. All of them quickly bonded and was having a great time
on the tour. Laughing and chatting, checking out guys and
giggling about it. Bambi was the perfect modern day slayer
because she was still a young woman who had energy about her. It
also didn’t help that most of that energy was manufactured by
demon blood. She was personable, even had friends and could
easily make them.
While they were chatting about the guys and checking them out
one of the girls on the tour had mentioned she knew of place
that had nothing but good looking men. She described the place.
It was a pool hall with a little dance floor and a bar. Some how
the ghouls had explained to the vampires how to lure people in,
especially tourists was to offer them what they wanted. Dancing
for the girls, pool for guys, and drinking for everyone. These
particular ghouls were sent out to bring back people for fun or
for food. They preyed on the tourists in areas such as the
ghost tours, the bars on Bourbon Street, any place where they
might go to have a good time.
Bambi had agreed and said it sounded fun, but god damn it she
had a feeling in her gut about this one. She had seen it so many
times. Though, right now she did want to just have a fun and she
would considered this part of her job. It was a write-off in her
opinion. They were given the address and all the women had
decided they would go.
Soon they all met at the bar, and Bambi was just going to go
with the flow. Not on high alert but cautious but not cautious
enough to bring attention to herself but then her eyes went to
all the motorcycles outside and she couldn’t help but roll her
eyes. Vampires were awful. Bikers were awful. But Kindred
bikers? Ugh…she already hated it here. They were the worst. And
there was nothing she could do about it, because she wasn’t
supposed to bring attention to herself. She was also given the
task of keeping up the masquerade. It would be extremely
dangerous for any vampire to know what she was and that could
also break the mask between mortals and vampires as well.
Bambi entered the bar with the woman, after a few moments they
were all drinking and dancing. Some of them were playing pool.
Bambi was also playing pool with one of the girls while they
were dancing to the music that was playing. There was a beer in
her hand but unless anyone paid attention they would notice she
hadn’t really drank anything out of it. It was as if she was
holding it for decoration. She was dressed in a brown leather
skirt with a black tank top tucked in and sensible yet stylish
booties since she had been walking around the city but still
wanted to look cute. And maybe a little enticing.-
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 13, 2026, 5:52 pm
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[center]-Years Ago-[/center]
[center]The Bumpy Trail was a bar located off the interstate.
Its structure and location would suggest it was probably a
general store back in the day before being converted into a
honky tonk. Bikers, truckers, tourists looking for a spot to
stay would find it and get a burger and a beer during the day.
At night, people leaving work would stop in for a night cap, or
gather for live music.
By 2am on a Sunday into Monday morning, there wasn’t much going
on. The dirt parking lot was empty, save for a few cars in the
back. Eventually, a rumble of six motorcycles would come down
the dark, scarcely lit road and into the parking lot, driving
directly around back, there headlights hitting a man leaning
against the back of an SUV smoking a cigarette. Slightly
balding, his hair was slicked back.He wore a brown leather
jacket and a loud, yellow floral print shirt underneath with a
gold chain showing. The bikers turned off their engines and
began to dismount. The front man was large, burly, wearing a
bandana under his helmet. He wore a leather vest with all the
Outlaw biker regalia on it, his right breast pocket reading
“President”, with the moniker “Gash” underneath it. On the back
was the full patch representing the Mongrel MC, one of the
bigger clubs in the nation, their bottom rocker reading
“Louisiana”. Four other men shared similar cuts with Mongrel
patches. They all stood in front of their bikes, hands resting
on unseen weapons while the sixth man from the back of the pack
came around to Rip.
Bandit was shorter than Gash, but still tall, lean, with a
classically handsome face, wild blond hair and a think goatee.
He wore a jean jacket with a random assortment of patches on it,
along with faded blue jeans. The other bikers looked at him
suspiciously, an edge of hostility in the air as the gaudily
dressed man against the SUV pushed away to step forward. Meeting
Bandit, the two would hug quickly before turning towards Rip.
“Gash, Mongrels, this is my brother Rollie. Rollie, Gash and
the Mongrels.”
[I] “Cute band name,”[/I] Rollie quipped, blowing smoke out the
corner of his mouth. He looked the bikers in the eyes, as if
challenging them to get pissy. Bandit hit him in the shoulder
with the back of his hand.
[I] “You two don’t look like brothers,”[/I] the man to Gash’s
right said, the Sgt. at Arms. Gash seemed in agreement the way
he was eying them. Bandit didn’t miss a beat.
“Different moms, years apart. Old man is a bit of a cooze
hound.” Both Brujah gave devilish grins. The Mongrels didn’t
seem amused or convinced.
[I] “Got the shit?”[/I]
[I] “Straight to business. Finally messing with some
professionals, huh, lil bro?”[/i] Sneered Roland. He tossed his
butt to the ground, stomping it out with a gator boot, then
moved to open the back door of the SUV, standing to one side
while Bandit pulled the duffel bag within, undoing the zipper
and stepping out of the way. Gash looked to the man on his left
and nodded. The Patched Mongrel went forward, looking inside and
pulling out a tightly wrapped brick of white powder. Using a
switch blade, he cut the bag open and lifted a sample with the
tip of the blade. The blade was handed out to Roland, who
shrugged.
[I] “Don’t mind if I do,”[/I] he inhaled the powder, pinching
his nose and blinking a few times. [I] “Though my tolerance is
thru the roof right now. Give Bandit a baby bump.”[/I] Bandit
shot him a look, and the Mongrel offered him the same. Bandit
took it, feeling the irritation in his nostrils but feeling no
rush of the drug. The Mongrel then took his own sample. After a
moment, he looked to Gash and nodded. Taking a roll of tape from
his belt, he sealed the bag back, then zipped the duffel.
[I] “There’s more where that came from, too. I can get you meth,
H, shrooms, weed. Hell, we can get you boys running’ moonshine
if you really want to. Bring back the good ol’ days, right?”[/I]
[I] “And where you gettin’ all this from, exactly?”[/I] Gash
asked, again to the point. He wasn’t having any of Roland’s
flair.
[I] “Cartel, mostly. Some boys I know in the Dixie Mob. But that
particular brick I got out of the evidence locker. Whole
treasure trove of goodies just sitting’ around.”[/I]
The term ‘evidence locker’ got the hackles of the bikers raised,
and Roland grinned wide, eyes wider. Bandit didn’t seem phased.
He cooly looked around at the other bikers.
[I] “Oh, Billy here didn’t tell you boys I’m a Narco?”[/I]
“It weren’t a pertinent detail at the time…” he offered with a
wry grin.
The Mongrels had had enough. Guns were suddenly drawn. Gash
aimed one at Roland’s head. [I] “We don’t fuckin’ work with
cops.”[/I]
Bandit gave an annoyed look to Rollie. Rollie just shrugged,
before both Brujah looked back to the bikers and gave
fang-filled grins.
“Well, you do now, boys.”[/center]
[center]-Present Day- [/center]
[center]The Bumpy Trail was busy. The parking lot was packed,
and the front was lousy with American made motorcycles lined up.
Country and blues rock blared from the speakers. There was pool,
darts, and line dancing inside. Outside was corn hole and horse
shoes and axe throwing. The servers were a truck stop version of
Hooters girls, wearing daisy dukes and ratty t-shirts. A lot of
the bikers seemed to be civilians, or unaffiliated with any sort
of Club, but the ones that were stood out. Leather and Jean
vests that read “VANDALS MC”. Only half a dozen could be seen at
that time, with one heavy set man checking IDs at the door. He
was mortal. In fact, depending on how her radar worked, there
didn’t seem to be much vampire activity going on in the bar, and
with all the commotion going on, it would be hard for her to
track those six down.
After a while of being there, she could hear the storm of more
bikes pulling up outside. When the door opened a few minutes
later, two more leather clad Vandals would come in, hugging the
bouncer and then greeting familiar faces within. The third
individual that entered would draw cheers from the bar. Bandit
would give a disarming smile and wave a hand. It was like a wave
went through the crowd. People approached for a handshake, or a
hug. Others stood watching in awe. Women came up to touch him,
to either stroke his arm or pull at his hand, anything they
could touch. On the front of his vest read “Prez”, with “Bandit”
underneath. His jean jacket vest was clean, a fine shade of
faded blue with a few blemishes here and there. It was obvious
he took pride in the article of clothing, unlike the ripped,
almost acid wash blue jeans he wore. He was a cult of
personality on his own, and the people of the Bumpy Trail were
happy to see him. one of the servers came by and gave him a
beer, then a kiss before she was gone.
After a few minutes, things would calm down and the bar would
settle back into its groove, and Bandit was walking around,
pretending to sip his beer while looking out over the crowd like
a wolf on a prowl.[/center]
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 13, 2026, 6:53 pm
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-One misconception about a slayer was they could sense vampires.
They couldn’t, but their preternatural senses almost it seem as
if they could. It was mostly part of her training on how to
identify one. It was one of the most boring things she had to do
in her training and she hated it. But it came in handy when one
needed to separate a vampire from a human. Often it was from
observation, others was from touch, also their style of
clothing. There were a lot of things to look for when trying to
separate mortal from vampire.
It might seem like an off night, but it wasn’t. It was work but
it was fun disguised as work which was how she always got by
with being able to have a social life. Sometimes the Council
didn’t know what to do with her but she got results so she was
allowed to do what she wanted for the most part. She had also
explained to them in so many words that she didn’t work for
them, they worked for her since she was the one doing the heavy
lifting. Needless to say she wasn’t their favorite in
personality, but averted a lot of crisis situations. She had a
good track record and that made her a little cocky sometimes.
She was busy laughing and dancing with the girls, there were a
few guys that pulled up to their pool table but Bambi wasn’t
really paying them any mind, just having a good time with the
girls she had made friends with. Chances are she won’t see the
girls after tonight and that was ok.
The sound of bikes were heard over the music, but she didn’t
really pay attention, as this seemed like a biker bar. One would
assume that a biker bar would have bikers. What got her
attention was the people walking in. She leaned on her pool
stick even her friends for the night stopped what they were
doing to watch. Bambi made bit of a face when she watched them
all fall over the guy that walked in. She leaned in to the girl
she was.-
“Is he Jesus?” -she asked her but the girl seemed to be smitten
with him as well, and Bambi glanced around the place watching
everyone. Was she supposed to join in on this? Was he using one
of his vampire powers to make everyone fawn all over him? He was
cute, but this was overkill. She just made a face to herself and
when he got his beer and his kiss it was like the place started
back up again. The girl she was with kept looking over towards
Bandit to get his eye. Bambi didn’t care, she only turned to
talk with another one of the girls that was in the group.
Her eyes went to the beer in his hand, she didn’t notice him
pretending but she would pay attention. She had to pay attention
to every detail, and mostly she noticed this bar was full of
humans. She could tell mostly by the sweat and the smell.
Vampires could stink but humans had a particular bodyoder. –
“Bambi you’re up!” -came one of the cheerful cries of the girls
playing pool. She took a fake swig of her beer and made a show
of rolling her pool stick in her fingers.-
“Move aside, peasants. The Queen is going to take her shot.”
-she joked with them, but they all seemed to be having a good
time. Bambi bent slightly over the table, she lined up the stick
and move it and out of her fingers with a serious look on her
face. She hit the cue ball, but the tip slid right off the ball
and barely pushed it which garnered laughs from the people
around the table.-
“It doesn’t count! I get another!” -there were the mocking jeers
of her calling herself queen in good nature, she did the same
thing. Lined her self up and hit the cue and just slowly and
sadly rolled across the table with the softest of clack’s
against the solid blue 2 ball. She hung her head down because
she had made a big show ass if she was going to dominate the
table. Of course she could have made it in, she had a great aim,
but she also learned to play fair.
There were boos and cheers and shouts of she had to buy everyone
a drink because she lost. One of the guys had bravely put his
arm around one of the girls and she didn’t seem to mind. The
other kept glancing over at Bandit and Bambi just acted as if
she wasn’t paying attention.-
“Fine, fine! This round is on me.” -she then counted the people
in her group and took note of what they were all drinking it was
about 7 in total. Bambi, four girls and the two guys that were
lingering around.
She moved towards the bar to put in the order for the drinks.
She knew one of the waitresses would bring it over. She made it
a point to pass by Bandit, and she only gave the briefest of
side eyes as then turned her eyes in front of her as if she
barely even noticed him. But she did.-
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 14, 2026, 4:50 pm
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[center]To her benefit, and that of the Watchers, there was no
Kindred conception of Slayers to speak of. They just knew of
hunters, and those were dangerous enough without a divine—or
infernal— blessing.
One of the female ghouls that had invited her to the bar had
heard her ask that question about him being Christ, and she
would put a hand on her arm gently. The ghoul tried to use some
of the power of their tainted blood to spread that same awe
through to Bambi as she spoke. [I] “That’s Bandit. Runs the
local biker club. They throw parties for the whole community.
And he’s single, so…”[/I] she trailed off suggestively,
shrugging before her own eyes nearly glazed over as she looked
at the man.
No one in that bar would have thought twice about his reception,
even if they didn’t agree with it. Bambi was not like the other
people in the bar, however. Her theatrics at the pool table had
drawn his attention, and he would indeed be looking at her,
watching as she leaned over the table, admiring the site. When
she, and everyone else wasn’t looking, he was tipping his beer
into open pints to dwindle it down. It was a habit, a rhythm he
had. Being around a social club like bikers, it was typical to
have eyes on you. And when maintaining the masquerade, there
were extra steps you had to take to throw off any suspicion. The
powers of the blood handled the rest.
The bombshell blond went walking by, and sauntering in a manner
he could see the men of her group watching her. He held his beer
to his lips, giving her the same side eye while his tongue held
the liquid from escaping the bottle. He’d catch eyes with the
bartender that saddled up to serve her, the woman locking eyes
with him. He’d tap two fingers on his chest, she’d nod, and then
smile to Bambi as she took the order. When asked about a bill or
tab, she’d gesture to Bandit, who was approaching the pool table
she’d been at.
“You folks mind if I join?” he asked with a disarming smile and
a subtle, southern drawl. He fished a few quarters out of his
blue jeans and put them on the railing. Both the women and the
men stammered in their responses, but didn’t refuse him. Whether
it was attraction or fear, who was to say? When no one objected,
he smiled wider and inserted the quarters, releasing the balls
and going to rack them. “I just like a game to unwind after a
ride.” He approached one of the guys, holding a hand out for the
stick he held. Almost unsure of how to respond, he handed the
stick to Bandit, who looked towards Bambi as he began to chalk
up.
“How ‘bout you, lil lady? Want a lesson, or try your luck
again?” when he smiled, she’d notice just how nice his teeth
were, and how soft and blue his eyes were. That he had a tan,
likely from riding in the sun all day. And once upon time, that
had been true. And when he offered her his hand to shake, she’d
notice it was warm, and rough on the inside. “Bandit.”[/center]
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 14, 2026, 6:40 pm
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-When the ghoul touched her arm, she could feel the influence
move over her, but it didn’t affect her. The Watchers ensured
there were protections put in place, and also it was one of the
benefits of being a slayer. But it gave her indication when
certain things were used against her. Not all things she could
feel, but the ghoul was weak. From a stronger vampire she would
not feel the influence, which made things difficult sometimes,
but she was still resistant to it. As long as she stayed
focused. Some could but they would have to be very powerful to
ensnare a slayer with their tricks. Except that she pretended,
so lucky enough the ghoul was not ancient.-
“Single you say?” -she said leaning into the bit for a moment
before she headed off to get them drinks. She had ordered and
pull out her card to pay when the bartender waved her off and
looked over Bambi’s shoulder. Bambi followed the woman’s eyes
and glanced over Bandit. It was hard to discern what was on her
face whether it was a thank you or irritated. But he watched he
could see Bambi still trying to insist on paying before she was
shot down. Bandit made the rules here not Bambi. She relented
and just asked for a tray to carry the drinks on. It was seven
drinks to carry over. But like a pro she lifted the tray up and
headed over to the group, putting the tray down on the small
round table they were congregating around. There were two of
them by where they were so it was plenty of seats.
Bambi hadn’t heard Bandit ask to join the, by the time she got
over there with all her drinks he was already holding the pool
stick from the other guy. She passed out the drinks happily and
another waitress came over to take the tray. She had ordered a
hard seltzer since one couldn’t see inside the can. She took a
sip from it when he asked her a question and she gave a deer in
headlights look.
The moment he said his name she busted out laughing, and she
didn’t mean too. She just assumed it was a nickname but it was
still hilarious to her non-the-less and that was more then
likely because she was going to have to tell him his name. She
placed her small warm hand into his, her hand seemed warmer then
usually especially after she was handling cold drinks but the
warmth was radiating through the chill. She felt his calloused
hand, she felt the warmth of it. She still couldn’t tell if he
was vampire or human and that was annoying. He was too cute to
be human if you asked her, but she wouldn’t admit that.-
“It’s nice to meet you Bandit. I’m Bambi.” -she said still
laughing.- “I swear to you that’s my real name. It’s on my
drivers license and everything.” -removing her hand from his so
she could hold both her hands up in defense that she was telling
the truth.-
“If I want a lesson, I’d ask an expert.” -she then made a show
of looking around him and behind her.- “But I don’t see one. But
it’s today is your lucky day, because I am in the mood to try my
luck again. It did not go unnoticed to Bambi the way the women
in the group were looking at Bandit, the way the men just let
them too. The two men at the table were probably thankful he was
going for Bambi and not one of the others women they were
chatting up.-
“But only if we can put our names up on the chalk board. Because
how great would that look. Bandit and Bambi.” -she moved her
hand across the space between hem as if she was showing off a
billboard. Bambi then grabbed the pool stick she had been using
that was resting against the wall and started to chalk it up as
if that was going to make a better pool player.-
“You can break. I would hate to have to show off so early.” -she
chided with him. She wasn’t aware that she should be falling on
her knees in front of him, instead she went with friendly
flirtation..-
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 17, 2026, 6:00 pm
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[center]Bandit was of, by the standards of these modern nights,
“of potent blood”. Eight generations removed from Caine did not
grant one powers of the blood that were hidden deep, but it made
him far stronger than the average kindred walking the nights.
His main limitation was that he wasn’t yet a hundred years old,
shy a few decades of a centennial. He had not reached his full
potential. But commanding a crowd of mortals and swaying
something like a Slayer were different ballparks.
That didn’t mean she would completely immune to his charms. His
natural ones.
She laughed at him. Like, really laughed at him. Not a fake
laugh, a laugh brought on by some instilled sense of attraction
or admiration. And it wasn’t with him. It was actually at him.
And… it made him laugh. It wasn’t expected. It was a pleasant
surprise. But she wasn’t rebuking him. She took his hand and he
gave her’s a firm shake, not a limp hold because she was a lady.
And then she said her name, and a thin blond brow arched, eyes
focusing on her as if trying to tell if she was bullshitting
him. He hadn’t learned the art of aura - reading, though he was
trying. Mostly, he had relied on judging that himself. With the
company he kept, it was important to read people.
“Well, that explains those pretty doe eyes,” he said, taking
her word for it on her name. The deer in the headlights look she
gave him when he directed his attention at her. When she poked
fun at him, the group they were with seemed to respond to her
just as much as him. Not that she was swaying them from his
influence, per se but… she had something about her. Something
that kept her from fawning over him. And he liked it.
“Oh, I’m no expert. I just know a thing or two about a thing or
two. But it seemed like you coulda used a pointer or two.” he
winked, keeping a devilish smirk in place. He wasn’t taking
offense to her jokes. She wasn’t riling him up. She was getting
the better of his curiosity.
“Bambi and the Bandit has a better ring to it. Got yourself a
deal, pretty lady.”
When she told him to break, he was shaking his head, giving a
small chuckle as he moved around to the other side of the table.
She wasn’t falling on her knees in front of him. Not yet. But he
loved a challenge. Double checking his chalk, he lined up the
cueball on the table, stippling his fingers into the table and
easing the cue between the groove of his raised thumb. A few
practice draws were made before he pulled back followed through,
a fluid motion sending the white ball crashing into the racked
set. It was a clean break with an even spread. Two balls went
in, one of each. Without looking at her or anyone, he moved to
his next shot clinically.
“3 ball, side pocket,” he called, choosing solids. Chalking
quickly, he lined up and sunk the 3, then positioned after its
rebound off the railing to lean across the table. “One,
corner,”
Coming off the table after the shot, he was moving again before
it went in, chalking up. The next shot required a behind the
back movement. He called another side pocket, but the ball went
wide and missed. He hissed through his teeth.
“Never been good at the fancy stuff,” hot shot had a bit of
humble to him, it seemed. Or maybe he was easing up on
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 17, 2026, 6:24 pm
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-The moment he gave her a compliment, a bright cherry red flared
on the apple of her cheeks. She ducked her head down with a shy
smile, tucking some of her dirty blonde hair behind her eyes.
But she lifted her eyes as he continued to speak, because while
she might have had a moment of bashfulness it wouldn’t change
what was at hand. That was the pool game she entered into it. It
felt innocent enough, and it almost made her forget why she was
here this city in the first place. However, that could wait.
Right now she wanted to just shoot pool with the President of a
biker club. He looked so young to be one. She always thought
bikers were old and gross. The ones here looked like they could
have walked right off a movie set.
She didn’t say anything, but she was smiling. The moment he gave
her the name she grabbed the chalk and held it up to him so he
could see it for some reason. She turned to the chalk board and
wrote in pretty handwriting ‘Bambi and the Bandit’ the dot of
the I’s was made with a little hearts because she thought it
looked cute and to see his name dotted with a little heart was
something that made her happy.
Ew. She needed to stop.
Good thing at that point he started to play, she watched his
break. In fact she was watching everything about him. From the
way he held the pool stick, to the way he would line up the shot
even his body language. It wasn’t in a sexual way she was
looking at him. It was more she was observing him. Almost like
she was studying him. He confidently called his shots, and the
one that he missed she gave him a frown, but it was a playful
one. She had a feeling he had done that on purpose to give her a
chance.
The question was did she just take the game from this point
forward or just play like she was still dumb. She was going with
the latter. There was nothing at a stake and she could lose.-
“We calling shots? Is that a thing?” -she asked him, there was
something so genuine about her.- “Alright so I’m stripes? Ugh,
nobody looks good in stripes.” -there was a jovial roll of her
eyes. A small show of chalking her stick, even blowing on the
tip while looking at him with narrowed eyes as if she was about
to make his life hell.-
“9 ball, that side pocket..right? But like your left. Whatever
that one.” -she said as she tapped one of the side pockets with
her pool stick to indicate it. Bambi separated her feet,
propping her hand on the table and sliding the cue between her
fingers a few times before she hit the cue ball, the 9 ball
rolled right into the pocket. Then there was a celebratory
dance.-
“Did you see that? I got it in! Oh you are going down! ‘Sugar
we’re going down swinging’” -she sang as she then looked for her
next shot. If he was watching he could see her eyes calculating
her shots. Her brown eyes moved over each ball, she looked at
the distance with the cue and even at the sides. It was done
quickly that the people that was watching the game with them
might not even notice how fast she was looking and processing
the information that was in front of her.-
“12 ball, corner pocket that one.” -she said as she once again
tapped with her pool stick, she swung her hair off her
shoulders, but it didn’t stay there when she bent over to take
her shot, it curtained her features for a brief moment as she
took the shot, but the ball bounced right off the corner and
stayed on the table.-
“The table must be crooked.” -her words came out sheepishly, but
this was turning out to be fun. The time she was spending with
Bandit was nice. She didn’t even know him, but it didn’t matter.
There was a small connection she felt. To ignore that connection
she walked over to her drink and took a sip from it before
putting it back down.- “You’re turn.” -she motioned to the table
for him. Where he would take his shot from, she would check out
his rear when he would bend over the table. If she had to move
herself to do it she would, casually though.-
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 18, 2026, 6:05 pm
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[center]It would appear he had some sway over her. Bambi wasn’t
immune to him. The blushing, writing hearts over the I in his
name. It was cute. She was cute, but there seemed to be
something more there. Bandit had already grabbed a drink from a
waitress, disguised as giving her a little kiss. Just a quick
bite that had her moaning, a simple taste to keep him coasting.
Butch had taught him that there were times to snack and times to
feast, and when you had the mob on your side, you could get your
fill with multiple victims and not just the one. It taught
control. Which was why he warm, and not hungry around her. Sure,
she looked appetizing enough, but he could savor the chase.
Little did he know…
“Oh, gotta do somethin’ to keep us honest ‘round here.” he
offered, grinning but keeping his eyes on the table. He was
patient with her when it was her turn, not fussing with her over
the details as she tried to keep the corners straight. He leaned
against a high top table, cue resting against his frame. A small
golf clap given to her shot. He hissed in sympathy for her when
she missed, winking to ease the blow.
“Yeah, I’ve been tellin’ ‘em to fix that for years…” going
along with the table being crooked bit. He seemed to sip his
beer a second, tilting it up to press against his lips. The foam
clouded the bottle, making it hard to discern if it had lowered
any from its half full mark. He moved to chalk up and lined up
another shot. “Five ball, side pocket,” he tapped towards the
intended side, posting up and glancing over his shoulder as she
looked at him. Then he winked and sank the ball, giving it
enough English that it curled away and lined up another shot.
“Four, coming’ at your corner.” Looking down the table towards
her, he sent the four down the rail, hearing it clatter in the
pocket. The group with them were clapping.
The place was lively. The bikers were varying in age, though
they did seem virile, strong, full of charisma and a jovial
bravado amongst the mortals in the bar. Not the horrid thugs
they were usually portrayed as, even though they still had that
edge. Their cuts were rugged but neatly kept, clean. But they
were not vampires. Only two of them were ghouls. Bandit was
their Master, and they followed his commands.
His next shot on the 6 ball ended in a scratch, and since he was
closest to the outlet, he picked up the white ball, holding it
out for her. “Here’s your chance to close the gap. You’re right
in my sights, Bambi baby.” forward with the pet names, but he
seemed the type to press his luck. He blew on it for good luck.
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Cherie
Date: April 18, 2026, 6:42 pm
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-While the others might cheer on his shot, she was loudly
booing. Her hand cupped against her cheek, but there was still a
smile on her face. They were rivals at the moment. They hadn’t
realized yet they at they were always rivals. Past, present, and
future. For now it was just a playful competition. She could ooo
and ahhh at him, but she wasn’t really. Her oooing and ahhing
came in the form of a little healthy sport.
He made it easy though. He had that natural swag about him that
Bambi picked up on. Like he was just born cool. Some men are
naturally cool and others have to work at it. And he didn’t look
like he had to work a day in life for that. It was something
that Bambi kind of admired about him. Looking at her one might
think she was a popular girl, but that was far from the truth.
While she had friends, she often got pushed aside. Being a
slayer meant not always being able to do all the things that
girls her age were supposed to do because they wanted too. She
shouldn’t be here playing pool, she was supposed to be on recon.
And possibly elimination if necessary.
She was supposed to prioritize slaying, but she got distracted
easy. Though anytime anyone corrected her on her behavior she
reminded them she was the longest living slayer. She also
averted some hefty crisis situations. They could say she was
distracted but truthfully it was what kept her vigilant as a
slayer.
Her eyes watched as he scratched the cue, her head tilted to
him. As he came over to her holding the ball, she jumped off the
little stool she was sitting on and moved over to literally
close a gap. She was close to him but not obscenely close. She
took the ball from him letting her warm fingers brush against
his. Holding up the cue ball like it was a precious crystal she
had her eyes on. She noticed light blue marks on it. Just like
she noticed he wasn’t drinking to much of his beer. Fair though.
Maybe he didn’t want to get drunk.
Finally her eyes snapped back over to him, the smile on her face
was gone from her lips but not her eyes.- “I’ll stop holding
back when you stop holding back.” -she tossed the ball a about
an inch in the air and caught with her hand. She placed it on
the table behind the line, grabbing her stick she lined up her
next shot.-
“11, corner pocket with the 12 going into the side.” -her stick
pulled back, the clack of her stick against the cue cracked
loudly, the ball hit the 12 on it’s way. The 12 rolled into the
side pocket, and with a clean shot hit the 11 and the white ball
bounced back with the 11 going in the pocket.
She gave him a look, which told him what he needed to know. She
knew exactly what she was doing. She didn’t play a lot of pool,
but she wasn’t a stranger to the game. This was mostly her
slayer reflexes and her different types of training. She knew
how to hit multiple targets with one shot. She also learned how
to hit her target in difficult situations and in tight spaces.
It was just applying what she knew about how to kill on how to
play pool.-
“13 corner pocket.” -she said but she made a mistake. She didn’t
chalk her stick, when she hit the cue ball it spun out and her
stick slipped forward. She had almost accidently hit one of his
balls in but she didn’t.-
“You need new sticks too.” -she pointed at her stick. She never
once would think she was the problem here. Even though she knew
she was.-
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Re: Bambi and the Bandit
DIR By: Slick
Date: April 18, 2026, 7:34 pm
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[center]Whatever Bandit had, Bambi seemed to have it, too.
Confident, yet not taking herself too seriously. She’d came with
friends, though the way she was ignoring them now, he could’ve
guessed they were strangers before coming to the bar. Bandit
would have pegged her for a cheerleader, or a runner up for Prom
Queen. But looks could be deceiving.
Bambi and the bandit. They had chemistry, least he thought so.
When he’d first laid eyes on her, he knew he’d wanted to taste
her blood. But there was a spark of something in her that called
to him. Something Butch had told him to watch out for. That
Maxine said would be a temptation. Brujah fell quick and hard
and embraced easily. Not that he was seriously considering it,
but the way she quipped at him, that glint of a challenge in her
pretty blue eyes. She wouldn’t be the worst candidate. He was
saving up his good will with the Prince to garner a boon; that
boon would theoretically be used on embracing one of his Ghouls.
But… plans change. The night was still young, and they hadn’t
even finished the game yet.
His brows rose as she called him out, and the humor bled from
his eyes a bit when she followed that up with an expertly called
shot. Even the girls at the table were enthused, clapping and
squealing for Bambi. The guys were in on it, too. That look she
gave Bandit had him chalking up, a confident line of a smirk
settling on that devilishly handsome, sunkissed face. She was a
shark. Maybe not a professional but she knew ho to play dumb to
win.
Then she missed, and that smirk grew to a grin. She would see a
man a little shorter than Bandit stop at the perimeter of their
group, tattoos trailing over his shaved head down his neck. He
wore a vest that said “Rowdy” and “Sergeant”. He and Bandit
shared a look, before Bandit shook his head. Rowdy gave her a
once over and then moved on his way.
“Don’t go blaming’ the tools. Blame the user.” he lined up a
shot, then paused, leaning back up to look at her. “Care to
make it interesting?”[/center]
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