Dance for Me {Indy}

[AELLA SHYANNE MUNROE]

What in the hell was that bitch doing at her workplace? Huh? This was a place she came to be ogled and praised, loved and adored by her fans. Some of them were exceptionally loyal, and really nice. And that blonde, mouthy asshole was here ruining her perfectly good evening? What the fuck. There was no justice in the universe. A little logical part of Aella whispered that it was a public place, and that lots of people randomly came to the carnival to have a good time. This wasn’t that unusual, and certainly not something to get worked up about… But the spoiled child that was her bigger (and worse) half stomped the little reasonable voice into the dirt with a giant ‘shut up, you big dummyhead!’ Her pretty mouth grumbled about the situation the whole time she was getting ready to dance the night away… ’This is some bullshit. She has no right… This is where I work dammit…’ And she proceeded to continue her rambling irritation, completely oblivious to the fact that her peers were looking at her like he’d grown a second head.

Aella was never pissy at work. This was an environment that she thrived in, feeding on the attention and praise much like a vampire fed on blood. She sucked it in and it fed her soul. Well, sorta. Mostly it just fed her inner glutton. At work, whatever insecurities she’d never had, got shoved away by the lights and flashes and oohs and ahs, the whistles and catcalls. Her skin tingled from the heat of avoiding the severe burns she could receive and the proximity to danger and the knowledge that she was cheating damage to herself to win over the crowd. So she was never butthurt at work. Today, thanks to that asshole, she was feeling sour and cranky. Fantabulous.

’A? You okay?’ Her fellow dancer, Aaron, asked her gently. Her lip curled and she snapped her head up to look at him. ’Ever just have a suck-ass day Aaron? Have a cloud walk its blonde ass into the room and rain all over your super parade? It’s one of those days.’ The snap in her tone had Aaron’s eyes widening and him nodding and backing away, quickly. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and went back to slipping on her tight Spandex shorts and oiling her skin, creating the eye-catching sheen and adding a layer of flame-resistance to her wardrobe. The oil was actually flame-retardant, providing some slight protection, just in case they slipped in the course of a routine. Aella never did- experienced as she was in comparison to the others- but she did like the way it made her skin look, and the fact that it made her and her fellows shine in the flickering flames. Too bad it wasn’t enough to abate the spark of irritation growing within her at the sight of Indiana happily sitting in her audience with some friends. Ugh. Aella cracked her neck, rolled her shoulders, and made her way to the stage, standing in her spot, ready to wow them all, even her, because that was what she did. A wicked grin came over her for a minute, before the vaguely tribal, hip-hop music started pulsing through the speakers as she started to move, seductive and brazen, showcasing all of her fire-dancing talents. Here’s to my surprise appearance being just as annoying to you as yours was to me. But significantly more impressive, of course. Her lithe form swirled around the stage, briefly meeting Indy’s eyes with a smug grin.

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[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

Pissing people off god Indy would be lying if said she didn't enjoy that , well at least certain people. One person in particular would be Aella the little bitch demon spawn from hell. Something about her whole attitude , made Indy's teeth grind and just make her want to punch in her face. Maybe it was more of the attitude that she thought she could pull in front of Indy. God just thinking about it make her annoyed , so she was going to do the one thing that brought her a sweet satisfaction and that would be what she planned to do. Grabbing her keys and jacket she slipped out the door , slipping into her car she drumed her fingers against the wheel happily listening to the rock music pouring though the speaks. Yes this would be a good day , killing the engine her feet hitting the ground. Eyes flicking around so this was where she worked of course it was , shaking her head she made her way inside. This was going to be good , her eyes flicked to the stage and just grinned. So Aella saw her that made it all the more sweet , she would be able to piss her off at her place of work and that would make this all the more sweeter. Flagging down a waitress she order herself a gin in tonic.

Finding a seat a few inches from the stage she just watched the dancers , it wasn't that bad of a place but nothing that Indy would normally be seen in. For now though it would work, getting her drink she took a sip and let out a relaxed sigh. At least this place knew how to make there drinks. Knowing that she probably caused Aella a small distrubance made her joy appear more on her face. Well at least that was the thoughts she was going with, it was always a game of wills with the two of them , one of them would do something to piss of the other and the cycle would continue. So it was usually which ever one gave in that stopped their fued. For now though Indy knew exactly what she wanted to do , but for now she would just wait and see what would happen and how things would all play out.

Then the song started to play and all Indy could do was chuckle , this girl had balls that was something she had to give her. Not many would want to cross Indy like this but it seemed like Aella was the expection. So as she saw the smug look crossing her features Indy could do the only thing she could think of. Grabbing her glass he quickly poured it on the stage and just smiled wide. " Game on bitch." Slamming the glass on the stage she slowly stepped away. It was now Aella turn to make the next move. She had made her way to the wall nearest the exit and leaned against, oh she knew that this was going to be ugly the question was just how much.

[AELLA SHYANNE MUNROE]

Aella was pretty sure she was going to rip somebody’s face off. Gawd, how she hated having that woman in her audience. She just… she couldn’t tell if Indy knew, and that was the reason she’d shown up, and it had been ‘happy accident’ that fate had just decided to fuck with. When she grabbed up her batons and hula-hoop to make her walk onto the stage, placing her props in the right place, she attempted to calm herself. She wasn’t gonna let the were-bitch –, HA!—get to her during a show. Aella had money to make and people to impress. She had praise to collect like gold coins. Like flowers from affectionate suitors. Right. That was where her head belonged… Not in the oh-so-pleasant image of slapping the shit out of Indy. Nope nope. The oohs and ahs would soothe her ruffled feathers… So to speak, as she no longer had feathers. Sometimes, she missed them. Missed flying. But she liked to think that falling had been worth it. The demon thing, maybe not so much, but she was attempting to learn to live with that. And maybe even get herself a little more wiggle room, what with the whole Noble boys plan. She had no idea if it would work, but she had to try. She needed space to breathe. Speaking of, another inhale through her nose, exhale through her mouth. Attempt to get in the groovy headspace.

The curtain rose, the music thumped, and she moved, slipping into her rhythm. It went great for a few minutes, the anticipated noises of appreciation soothing her. Until she noticed the blonde bitch right next to her stage. It took a significant amount of willpower not to kick her in the face, because that expression said that her presence was totally purposeful. The ebony-haired dancer ignored the woman, moving into her next trick with only the tiniest hiccup. Her next spin put her much closer to Indy though, and that asshole chose that moment to pour her drink on the stage. The other dancers kept going, but their eyes widened at Indy’s words as the werewolf wandered away, all that cocky, arrogant swagger in her step. The crowd gasped, and pointed and booed Indy, but the blonde obviously didn’t give a shit. Aella gave herself credit, in that moment, for not using the stage to her advantage and flying-monkey-punching Indy in her stupid stupid-face.She kept dancing, paying the werewolf as little attention as she could, but feeling her whole body tighten with anger. That horrible woman had the audacity to stay in the room! She stayed there for the whole show! Leaning against the door like she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Oh hell no. As soon as the music died, she leapt off the stage and calmly stomped to where that evil hooker was standing. ’Good evening, evil bitch. Might I inquire as to what the fuck your problem is?? HUH? You better have a damn good reason for that bullshit you just pulled, or I swear ‘fore GOD, I’ll punch you in your ugly blue eye.’ Her stance was offensive and heated, and Aella didn’t know if it’d come down to a physical fight, but if it did, she was more than prepared. But… well, she didn’t want the people she worked with to know that she was secretly a badass-mother-fucker from her years of combat training in the up top region… Hm. She’d consider that if it came down to it.

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

Indy knew exactly what she was doing when she poured that drink on stage , so hearing the boos and remarks from her doing that washed past her. Frankly she didn't give a shit about what others thought about her actions, they didn't matter at the moment. It was the little pixie bitch on the stage that she wanted to get the attention of , and from the reaction of what she did on her stage it seemed like she would get what she wanted. Oh this was to easy and fun. Really this was tame to what she could of have done , so in a way people should be thank Indy instead of yelling at her. Hell she could have jumped on stage and gave everyone a hell of a show , but no instead she just pissed off the entertainment and waited to see what would happen next. Smirking as she waited against the wall near the entrance , watching as the others finished their numbers making sure to watch out for the split liquid. Yeah she felt kinda bad for messing up the others girls numbers but that was nothing in compassion to the anger she wanted from the hell bitch on stage. She was the target and out of Indy's experience she usually got what she wanted . And it seemed like this time it would be no different by any means.

Watching the woman approach all Indy could do was stand straighter and cross her arms over her chest. Taunting her in a sense waiting to see if the young would had the balls to do anything about what just happened. Hearing her remarks Indy gave a roll of her eyes and a small chuckle. " Evil bitch , really that is all you got , I think you might be lacking in comebacks. " Perking a brow all she could do was chuckle and take a slow breathe. " Really you have no idea , don't try to pretend it wasn't you fucking chicken legs fucking around at my place of work the other day. " Now truth be told Indy really didn't a shit if her work place was messed with. It was the fact that the woman in front of her sometimes acted like a carefree little stuck up bitch that grated her nerves. Something that made her act like she was better then everyone else just made her see red. So when ever she had time to take her down a peg or in this case piss her off she would usually take it. This time was no different so she would do it and then just laugh about it as the night when on.

" Oh you punch me I'm so scared im quivering down in my boots, please you know the moment you even try to punch me. Not a goon in this place would be able to stop me from from breaking you skinny as legs or giving your face one hell of a make over so please try to play your threat games with someone who is actually scared of you." If Aella truly wanted a fight Indy would give her one , granted it probably should outside of the work place but if a fist went flying well it would seem like the fight would just be started. " So if you want , you can turn your ass around and go back to dancing like you have no rhythm and we can continue our little dance another time, or if you truly want you we can settle this outside and I can kick your ass once and for all and you will leave me the fuck alone. "

[AELLA SHYANNE MUNROE]

Gosh, could that dumb bimbo hold a grudge, or what? Aella hadn’t even meant to show up at the bar where she worked. It was a fucking public place, what the hell was she supposed to do? Check the employee roster of every place she went? Ferget that, man. She had a life to live, not impacted by the locale of one blonde-haired, blue-eyed bitch with a bug up her ass. Who thought that Aella was so unintelligent as to come up with terrible insults. The ebony-haired demon could only shake her head and chuckle. ’Well, sweetheart, I figured I should use little words so that you’d be able to understand that it was, in fact, an insult.' They both knew that they were natural instigators. They enjoyed making trouble for each other, but Indy’s ass was pushing it. Aella wasn’t a typically violent person, but the small blonde werewolf raised up every fighter’s instinct in her body, and it was all she could do to tamp it down and settle for insulting the pretentious idjit. ’Oh, like I have control of the fact that you work at a bar, huh? I randomly go to have a good time with my friends, and your ass is there? Because I find that to be such a joyous experience that I would do it on purpose… Yeah, right. And that doesn’t mean you get to come here in some childish, stupid maneuver of tit-for-tat retaliation, you crazy bimbo. Jesus.’ The demon rolled her eyes then, the epitome of sarcasm. ’And why the hell do you keep calling me ‘chicken legs’ when I’ve got nicer appendages than you? What sense does that make?’ She shook her head and crossed her arms. God, they had never gotten along. Not from the first moment they’d seen each other. The demon could really not recall a time- besides when she fucked up Micah’s asshole owners- where she had felt such an immediate dislike of a person.

So yes, she offered to punch her in the eye. It hadn’t felt like an idle threat when she made it, but Aella realized that she really didn’t want people to know she was a highly-trained killer until the right moment. And while beating the fuck out of Indy and her brazen mouth would feel really good, it was directly counter-productive to her ultimate plans. Nobody in Manuka knew the extent of her skills yet, and she’d really like to keep it that way. The demon rolled her shoulders and took a breath, swallowing down the anger she could feel at the back of her lids, egging her on. So the little minx went with a different path. ’I could own you, little girl. But you are just not worth the waste of my valuable time. Suck on that, and leave me the hell alone, why don’t you? Instead of instigating shit we both know you can’t actually finish.’ She threw her a glare over her shoulder as she walked away, intent on forgetting the whole incident. But cheese and rice, that woman was frustrating. She was breathing deep, finding her Zen place, and jingling with every quick step away from the horrible creature that was Indy. She thought it was over. She really did. But oh, no. Of course not.

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

God this woman was pissing her off , at this point Indy wished she was a shifted just so that she could kick her ass. God her pixie ass just needed to be beat , rage would be all apparent in her eyes hearing her told was just as annoying. Her small chicken as legs and attitude of thinking she was better then everyone else. Where the fuck did she get off thinking that , fingers twitching as they went outside oh her insult almost got her a punch in the face. Sweetheart oh Indy would show her how sweet exactly she was , moving closer to her a soft cold chuckle would escape her lips as she just waited for the right moment to kick her scrawny ass from here to Timbuktu if given the chance. “ Call me sweetheart again and I will just show you how sweet I am, I will even do it for free just for you.” Anger laced in those words. The air was cool on her heated skin , happy that they were no where near a full moon , sh eknew that her control would be shot then if that was the case.

Rolling her eyes at that , nor buying anything that she was saying arms would stayed cross as her eyes just took everything in about her. Unable to hold back the smirk that she was getting just as riled as she was , god something about them , neither of them could get along with another. Nothing fully set it off , like oil and water it just didn't mix. “ Yeah yet I don't believe you , funny that oh trust me if I truly wanted tit for tat retaliation I would have done a whole lot worse then just spilling a drink on the stage. Oh crazy yeah well let's just say you bring it out in me.” Really crazy out of all the insult she picked one of the blandest ones , meh it didn't both her they were both getting what she wanted a the moment. A laugh escaping her lips at her comment about her legs. “ Please I could break them with my eyes closed , trust me honey when they are giving you money it's not because of you legs.” Oh her tone would be there for sure. Not really caring all that much either , all she wanted to do was insult her and then just leave.

So there it was , the fine words escaping her lips she was walking away , couldn't finish who the hell did she think she was talking to. Aella didn't know anything about Indy or how skilled she was in fight, then again neither did Indy know how skilled Aella was. Watching her walk Indy couldn't stop the words from leaving her mouth. “ Yeah just walk away your good at that , you don't know anything about me or my skill of fight so when you truly want to settle this we can finish it alright.”

[AELLA SHYANNE MUNROE]

Aella was struggling to remain calm. Okay, usually, she could roll with whatever whim she was currently having, doing whoever and whatever she wanted whenever she wanted to. But the rules on kicking some upstart werewolf’s ass were a bit different… Chill out, A, she’s just a grumpy whore who’s probably not gotten laid in a while. The thought calmed her a fraction, and let her restrain herself from popping the girl in the mouth for daring to insinuate that she was stupid or unattractive. Just ‘cause she pretended to be a dumb bimbo didn’t give the real dumb bimbos of the world permission to act like she’d joined their ranks. Fuck no. But, oh, Indy thought she could get away with it. So Aella’s snark just couldn’t be held in complete check. And the demon just loved that the were grabbed and held onto the ‘sweetheart’ part of her statement more than anything else. Her return, the low laugh and threat, made the dancer laugh out loud. She knew it was a high, sweet sound, and would likely infuriate Indiana more.

’You’re about as sweet as a dill pickle, honey, and not nearly so pleasant. But I just love that you agreed with me about the rest of it. Maybe you aren’t quite as dumb as you look, then, knowing better than to argue.’ She grinned, winked, and arched slim eyebrows in complete, mocking sarcasm. But the insinuation that she would go visit Indy on purpose? Beyond laughable. ’Believe whatever the fuck you want, crazy ass, but we both know I avoid you like the plague. And can you say ‘overreaction,’ much?’ The ebony-haired woman crossed her arms and canted her hips, clearly unamused. And Indy took that opportunity to make comments about her legs, again which made absolutely no sense. Aella knew she had nice everything on this body, and that skinny-ass bitch had some nerve, trying to insult what she knew was a perfect physique. So she grinned and winked. ’You’re under the false impression you’d ever get that chance, tiny.’ Okay, yeah, Indy was a teeny bit taller than her, but that girl had almost no meat on her bones at all… At least, that’s what the demon was going with at the moment. ’And of course they don’t give me money for my legs, it’s all of this. Don’t hate. At least people like me, whereas I bet your ass makes the least amount of tips in the bar, with that sparkly personality.’ Her mouth twisted derisively, and she decided she’d had enough. Any farther, and she didn’t know that she’d be able to resist ripping the werewolf a new one. But the comment… the comment. Bitch.

’At least I know when something is no longer worth my time, young’n. Whereas you try and try and try with nothing but heartbreak because nobody thinks you’re worth it. Just like now. You ain’t worth it, and I don’t have shit to prove to a woman who’s barely even mature enough to be called such.’ Aella rarely pulled on her age and experience, rarely left the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed bombshell façade alone. But sometimes, and some things, just called for it. Like a petite wolf who didn’t yet realize her place in the food chain.

[INDIANA KINLEY ALCORN]

Indy hated that Aella was seeming to get the better of her, god just that expression and tone of voice was pissing her off. What was it that always made her so enraged at her, normally while Indy was short tempered she never was this bad, something about her just tended to set her off. Normally it would be after a few drinks that made her this short tempered, but now god she just was annoyed to the max. Taking a few breathes her fingers would clench and unclench from the fists she was forming as the woman spoke. The urge to just try and make her shut up was growing stronger, but Indy was trying to hold off that urge. It was a battle but it was slowly making way to stop, maybe she needed to get a good spar in. Thoughts of calling Wyatt later to see if he was busy crept into her thoughts, yeah he always helped when she was in a real pissed off mode. Rolling her shoulder once more, her hands slipping into the back of her pants a low deep breathe slowly inched out of her lips. Yeah this was going so well, just enforcing the thoughts of not really going out stronger in her mind. Why the fuck did people enjoy going out anyway, what good really came from it, if this was what it got you.

Ay eyebrow twitch and her saying that she loved that Indy was agreeing with her, god her temper and restraint was becoming less and less. A laugh would escape her lips then. not being able to hold it back. It was either she was going to laugh or cause fists to fly, which probably wouldn't end well for either of them. " Your pushing it chicken legs, calling me dumb isn't making me want to hit you less , your just making me want to smash your face in more. " Being called crazy ass was probably one of the more less insulting things she has ever been called, it probably was true at some points. At this moment she didn't really care what the hell she was called all of it now was coming down to annoyance and anger which Indy was feeling plenty of both at the moment. A brow would perk at her thinking that Indy got paid shit because of her persona, in most cases the guys enjoyed the way she was. It was a interesting mix, she knew how to be flirty if need be, but mostly the patrons found it amusing that she was such a rough girl. " Oh no I get tipped just fine, people tend to like my sparkling persona actually. Because they actually see me as a person instead of just a walking sex symbol so I think I get the better end of that deal. By all means though keep showing all of that, I am sure you will find a keeper." Why any one would actually enjoy doing that to themselves having men paw at them like cats in heat was beyond her but it wasn't her life.

Hearing those words her eyes would narrow for a moment her whole body shaking now in anger. Where did she get off talking about her life like that , she didn't know anything about her. Her body would tremble with rage that was barely being held onto. Her words tight and crisp. " Stay the hell out of that bar from now Aella or a split drink on that god damn stage will be the least of your problems from me." With those words she would turn around and head towards her car. As much as she wanted to fight, she wasn't sure how good of a fighter she would be with her emotions clouding her judgement so she would walk away for once.

[AELLA SHYANNE MUNROE]

She was pissing the werewolf off. And doing a mighty good job of it. The simple glee she got from such a thing was incredible… maybe there was something to her being a demon after all. Usually, she was perfectly content to just go along about her day, cause a little mischief every now and then, get her own joy in ways that made her grin. It didn’t, however, usually including directly pissing people off. She, unlike many demons she knew, didn’t get much entertainment from making others miserable. Looked like Indiana was a very special exception. Or she was finally growing into her horns… figuratively speaking. Really not, though. There was just something about the dipshit in front of her that made her pull a sick pleasure from hurting her feelings and angering her past the point of reason.

See, ‘cause her reason was obvs going out the window, what with the threats and insults that continued to spew out of her mouth with an inaccuracy that should’ve surprised her, but really didn’t. Some snide part of the demon had significant doubts about the were’s intelligence. Oh, she could be a vindictive bitch when she wanted to be. Her own words clearly represented that, and Indiana clearly didn’t like how close to home those blows were hitting. It seemed that Aella wasn’t the only one who doubted the werewolf’s intellect. Such things wouldn’t bother her if she was secure in her own mind. ’Just callin’ ‘em like I see ‘em, miss thang. Besides, even smashed, my face would be prettier than yours.’ A sassy, cheeky wink accompanied the words, because there was nothing worse than realizing your words weren’t having their desired effect, and she fully intended to bestow that feeling on the cranky asshat in front of her. The one she doubted got tipped well, despite her claims.

’Oh, you think that’s a good thing? My sex appeal shines through enough to get attention. Whereas yours… your body screams out its cry for estrogen and better composition. How sad.’ Her slim hand flipped a tiny bit in a sad little ‘poo-poo’ gesture. ’As for keepers… I’m in no mood for that. You can settle all you want, while I remain happy having people actually interested in me for something other than my mind.’ Aella hummed a happy, chirpy tune, the picture of nonchalance. Before Indy’s mouth opened, and the demon could not put a leash on a her response, the words quickly and simply cutting the werewolf to the bone, causing the petite woman to positively shake with rage. Oh, and Aella just giggled, terribly amused. ’You really think your threats are gonna keep me from going exactly wherever the fuck I wanna go? Your presence or lack thereof doesn’t even factor on my radar enough to make my decisions. If I want to be somewhere, it’s your own problem if you don’t like it.’ Her pale shoulders shrugged, eyebrows raised derisively as she practically threw the challenge. Sure, she wasn’t interested in the bar now that she knew Indiana worked there, but that didn’t mean the dumb blonde had any grounds to try and keep her from it.