"Mmm. Yeah, sometimes a lucky break is all you need as well." Melissa chuckled, as she looks back at Lawrence. But as she saw his gaze drift all over her body, the sexy milf shuddered. He's... he's really checking me out. Even though... even though there are girls his age in here. She thought to herself, as her smile turns into a proud grin. Forgetting the fact that the inner part of her nylon-clad legs had wet streaks on them. Melissa finishes her beer. "Aahn. Thank you, Lawrence." She giggled, as her body slowly heats up from the alchohol... and the excitement of being the sexual target of a younger man.
"Indeed. I'm happy that you have such a nice family." He pulls into East LA, a largely Hispanic neighbourhood, in front of an old church that looks like it could be straight out of Cuba or a Zorro movie. There's a single police car out front, the forensic examiners having gone home. "Alright, ready?"
"Ready." She thought of the other Templar's for a moment, kind of hoping they would one day arrive to join her on the mission...but it would also be an uphill battle to explain things to them. Alicia wasn't even sure of all it herself, how could she tell the ones she raised to believe what she did, they were wrong?
Lawrence grins back, and as he looks down to see her nylons, she sees a bulge appear through his pants. "You're more than welcome, Mel." He orders her another beer, and the barman places it in front of her. Sully and his lady friend are touching one another freely in ways that are barely appropriate for a public setting, but Sully gives Lawrence a suspicious look, as the young lawyer hands the former teacher a slip of paper. "I thought maybe we could trade numbers. There's mine. Gonna give me yours?" He flashes Melissa a grin and then gives her puppy dog eyes.
@Mazoku She nods. "Bikers! That's the word I was looking for!" She nods. "Yeah, I was trying to find it, but I have trouble with all this techno stuff." She gestures to the phone. "It was called The Outpost." James finds a few results, but quickly narrows one down for being in the right area.
His pheromones did have an effect on Rebecca. All the olfactory signals playing havoc on her receptors. Like being drawn in by a subtle lure you normally never noticed. And his eyes on her was an almost physical sensation as if it was his hands caressing her as they roamed before settling just above her breasts. Rebecca drew a line with one of her fingers from the center of her collarbone down across her upper body between her breasts, down her stomach and promising so much more before she reached for her phone in her handbag. Her smile was soft and teasing as her gaze shifted to the screen. James was handsome quite himself and she enjoyed his company. She was old enough to recognize what she felt wasn't love, a bit too early for that, but that didn't mean she wasn't planning on bedding him at least a few times before deciding on anything. At least fully intending to ruin sex for him with other women. Biomancy couldn't just be used for healing wounds. Magic, like everything else, was a muscle you trained, and being inventive with it made it so much more fun especially if the situation allowed for it. She could already think of tricks James' magic could do. Motorbikes? Sounded like a biker gang, she only knew of the Hell's Angels due to their cultural pervasiveness. Wouldn't it be something if they were caught up in actual demon activity? Thumbing through her internet application and to a search engine, chuckling a little as deftly threw the phone over to Yara. "All you need to do is type in the name, then hand it back. And a bit surprised that being so near the Director you aren't more technologically savvy."
"Oh, thank you." Melissa smiled at Lawrence, and the bartender as she's handed another beer. "M-my... people these days are... a lot more open, huh?" She comments at the scene of Sully and the woman's lust. That look... is he... is he jealous? That thought made the sexy milf's grin widen, and as she saw Lawrence's erection as he asks for her number. Melissa's cheeks flush, "Oh dear, uhm... sure here's my number." She gives him her number, as she types in his on her phone.
Sato nods and exits the car, heading to the church. The cops try to stop him, but he flashes them an FBI id card. They examine it closely, confused at Alicia's outfit, but when they radio it in they're told that Sato's legitimate. Together, Sato and Alicia enter the church, a building at least as old as the city itself, with faded murals depicting biblical scenes. The back door has been smashed into literal splinters, and the priest's body lies in front of the altar, torn so badly apart that it takes a while for her to be sure that he was wearing liturgical robes.
“This is...” The sight wasn’t pleasant to look at, and she approached to examine the body for clues, but the mess of it meant there was no easy way to tell. “Was this by a single monster?” Alicia had to wonder as she looked around for clues, then breathing, opening her eyes to take a look, now using her powers of life to search for residual spiritual energy to give her an understanding of what the most important things to look at were here.
Lawrence grins and puts his hand on Melissa's thigh. "Not really a bad thing, though." He takes down her number. For a moment, she thinks that there's something strangely...familiar about the young man. She worries for a second that he might have something to do with the succubus, but her instinct tells her that it's something else, something from her old life. Sully and the woman stand, and finally Melissa gets a good look at her. Lawrence chuckles. "Look like you've already done some 'relaxation' tonight, but how about you come relax with me?"
Using her powers, Alicia is led to the broken down door. Heading past the police tape, she can see a trail of dirt, too fine for a regular human to see, heading out back into the parking lot.
"Mmh." Letting out a soft moan as he touches her nylon-clad thigh, Melissa's expression turns slutty... for a moment. Before the feeling of familiarity appears, What, who is he? I... I can't recall, but this feeling as if I've seen him before. She thought to herself, her mind desperately trying to recall who Lawrence was. Until Sully, and his "date" stood up. Getting a good look at her, Melissa's eyes widen, She's pretty, but I can't tell if she's a succubus. The one that attacked Conner had dark skin, but can they use magic to change their appearance? She pondered, shaking her head at Lawrence's invitation. "Uhm... sorry, I'd love to "relax" with you. But I just remembered something I had to do. Maybe some other time?" Melissa declined, waiting to see where Sully and the woman would go.
Rebecca caught the return throw from the technophobic cat girl by easily snatching it from the air. "Suppose that's fine." The veterinarian's fingers worked quickly to input the name she had been giving, finding a slew of information and news stories that had featured the bar at some point in time. "Have the address now." "James (@unisol_gr44)," sliding the phone back into the handbag as she spoke to her friend, she wore a slightly complex expression, not entirely enjoying what she would say next, "if headquarters is unwilling to provide backup, could you try asking that Chelsea girl?"
Lawrence nods, disappointed. "Okay, I'll give you a call soon." He kisses her cheek, hand slipping around her waist and making her feel very comfortable indeed, before he moves away. Sully and the woman walk out of the front door.
"Mm. I can't wa-mmh." Preoccupied on how to follow Sully, and the woman, without looking suspicious. Melisda turned her head to reply to Lawrence, only to be caught by surprise as his attempted kiss on her cheek, was planted on her lips instead. "Mmh. Ah! S-sorry." Melissa stood up and took a step back, her cheeks turning even more red. "Uhm. I'll wait for your call... m-maybe we can meet up here again." She said in a flustered tone, before following Sully and the woman outside.
James had a hard time calming himself down, especially when Rebecca moved her hands so sensually across her body. He wasn't sure if she did it on purpose, but he had to assume a woman like Rebecca knew exactly what effect she was having. Looking up from his phone, his eyes followed her fingers, his pulse raising as they slid lower and veered off to the handbag. At her question, James nodded, 'She invited me to party tonight. I'm not sure she had a biker watering hole in mind, or a mission for that matter, but I can certainly ask her.'
Clearly, Lawrence takes her movement as intentional, kissing her full lips in such a way that leaves her breathless, before he pulls back and smirks as she leaves. "I can't wait wait either. Night, Mel-anie." Outside, Sully and his date walk arm in arm, slowly heading down the street as they flirt and touch one another.
Yara looks between them, sensing first the sexual tension, and then Rebecca's obvious distaste at the name Chelsea. "Who's Chelsea? Will she help us?"
