"What do you mean I cant go in?" Okibi demanded of the well dressed man standing in front of the ornate golden doors that opened up to the establishment she wanted to venture into. She pointed a half eaten banana at him, the loose material of her outfit swaying with the movement. "Do you know who I am?"
Of course, Okibi didnt actually expect him to know who she was. Dressed up in the ridiculous outfit she had on, she didnt expect anyone would know who she was. But, she'd woken up that morning feeling just a little bit theatrical, so when she'd found the complex costume sitting in her closet, just begging to be worn, she'd decided to adorn herself and head out for a 'night on the town'. Mostly, she wanted to see what kind of . . . trouble . . . she could cause with such an outfit.
When she'd spotted the Diamondback Gentleman's Club, she'd known exactly what kind of trouble she wanted to cause. It was with a coy smile that she'd thought out her plan of attack, and then approached the men in tuxedos guarding the doors.
The man she currently had her banana pointed at looked uncomfortable. He looked at her down the line of her fruit bearing arm, licking his lips which suddenly seemed to be chapped. His arms were raised in a placating fashion, trying to ward off her ire. Inside, Okibi laughed with amusement. He would never know that she was just playing the role of an agitated female.
The other guard however didnt seem as quelled by her. In fact, he looked interested and irritated at the same time as he looked her up and down with a gaze that Okibi practically felt rove over her body.
"This is a Gentleman's Club miss. You are obviously not a gentleman, so we can only assume you do not have a membership here." He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side, giving her a smile that was much more slimy than it was friendly. "In fact, dressed like that, I thought you were one of the dancers." He laughed at his own joke, and his fellow guardsman joined him, though the other seemed much less enthusiastic.
Okibi glowered at the cocky guard out of the corner of her eye. Usually, people found them to be unsettling because of her red sclera, like the guard she was pointing her banana at, but apparently the cocky one didnt find them so. Within an instant, Okibi went from threatening one man to the other, standing toe to toe with Mr. Smartass and pressing her banana up under his chin as though it were a threatening weapon. She bore her new fangs at him, and the effect that it all created - her stark white hair, her devil red eyes, her sharp claws and teeth and the shifty otherworldly outfit - made her look like quite the demoness.
"Are you insinuating something . . . sir?" She asked, her voice dripping with sugary syrup, though her face expressed only fire.
Of course, Okibi didnt actually expect him to know who she was. Dressed up in the ridiculous outfit she had on, she didnt expect anyone would know who she was. But, she'd woken up that morning feeling just a little bit theatrical, so when she'd found the complex costume sitting in her closet, just begging to be worn, she'd decided to adorn herself and head out for a 'night on the town'. Mostly, she wanted to see what kind of . . . trouble . . . she could cause with such an outfit.
When she'd spotted the Diamondback Gentleman's Club, she'd known exactly what kind of trouble she wanted to cause. It was with a coy smile that she'd thought out her plan of attack, and then approached the men in tuxedos guarding the doors.
The man she currently had her banana pointed at looked uncomfortable. He looked at her down the line of her fruit bearing arm, licking his lips which suddenly seemed to be chapped. His arms were raised in a placating fashion, trying to ward off her ire. Inside, Okibi laughed with amusement. He would never know that she was just playing the role of an agitated female.
The other guard however didnt seem as quelled by her. In fact, he looked interested and irritated at the same time as he looked her up and down with a gaze that Okibi practically felt rove over her body.
"This is a Gentleman's Club miss. You are obviously not a gentleman, so we can only assume you do not have a membership here." He crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side, giving her a smile that was much more slimy than it was friendly. "In fact, dressed like that, I thought you were one of the dancers." He laughed at his own joke, and his fellow guardsman joined him, though the other seemed much less enthusiastic.
Okibi glowered at the cocky guard out of the corner of her eye. Usually, people found them to be unsettling because of her red sclera, like the guard she was pointing her banana at, but apparently the cocky one didnt find them so. Within an instant, Okibi went from threatening one man to the other, standing toe to toe with Mr. Smartass and pressing her banana up under his chin as though it were a threatening weapon. She bore her new fangs at him, and the effect that it all created - her stark white hair, her devil red eyes, her sharp claws and teeth and the shifty otherworldly outfit - made her look like quite the demoness.
"Are you insinuating something . . . sir?" She asked, her voice dripping with sugary syrup, though her face expressed only fire.