Hunter Howard

[hunter-howard]

LOCATION: Salvage Yard WHO: @pennyhart

Hunter had only come to the salvage yard hoping to score a decent deal for the parts that were needed to get his daughter's Jeep back on the road without emptying his wallet. Part of him figured, he would see Jesse about and haggle about prices.  As he was halfway through sizing up a row of battered Wranglers when he spotted Penny weaving between the stacks of rusted metal, sunlight catching in her hair. His older brother's warning echoed in the back of his mind—Penny's off limits. Funny how those three words made her twice as impossible to ignore. A slow, crooked grin tugged at his lips as he sauntered her way, hands tucked casually into his pockets. "Well," he drawled, eyes meeting hers, "I came here looking for Jeep parts, but I'm starting to think I found the prettiest thing in the whole yard."

[harmonyhoward]

Harmony had been puttering around the kitchen, putting dishes away from the dish drainer as loudly as possible after washing them the same way (the old dishwasher long broken and too expensive to repair or replace), but it had been the pots and pans that had really seemed to do the trick. Though, with the way her own ears were ringing she might have been concerned if they hadn't.

"Just you doing a lot of talking about your glory days again. I had no idea you and Uncle Chuck got into so much trouble. Did Aunt Sada really threaten to cut your balls off for a bad joke in high school?" The only place she ever dared all Sada her aunt out loud was with her dad, knowing he got an endless kick out of it. "It was fine, Dad. We just hung out and talked at The Bullet, had a couple did, which yes he did put on his tab. A one little swaying slow dance and that was all. Not much to tell."

[hunter-howard]

Hunter barked out a laugh before immediately regretting it, wincing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah...that sounds like Sada. Pretty sure she made that threat more than once, too." He shook his head with a sheepish grin. "Chucky boy always did know how to drag me into trouble, I was usually the innocent one." He paused for a beat before smirking. "Alright, maybe not usually."

He studied her for a moment, then nodded approvingly. "So he bought the drinks, didn't make an ass of himself, and even got a slow dance?" He reached for the bottle of water on the table instead of the whiskey this time, twisting the cap off. "Make him earn that second date. If he's worth your time, he'll keep showing up. And you know by date three you will have to introduce him to me."

[susanwhitlockholmes]

susan had been around guns for a long time, ever since she became involved with her first husband, but she had always believed a woman should keep her skills polished. aim, manners, judgment, all of it dulled without practice. so when hunter offered to take her shooting, she accepted. besides, he was handsome. that made the afternoon feel less like discipline and more like entertainment.

what she did not tell hunter was that she was already an excellent shot. there was no need to ruin his fun so early. she let him stand behind her, let him adjust the angle of her shoulders and the placement of her feet, let his hands settle at her waist a second longer than necessary. she even allowed herself a faint smile when he leaned in close enough for his breath to brush her ear then his hand grazed lower. too low.

susan turned so quickly, the gun still in her hand as she faced him with her head tilted and a smile so sweet it bordered on cruel. “now, hunter,” she said softly, “you didn’t invite me all the way out here just to fuck me, did you?” she stepped closer, watching his expression shift as she brought the barrel to rest lightly against his hip. not quite a threat. her mouth curved into a slight pout. “because you could have just said that.” then her eyes narrowed, amusement cooling into something sharper. “i don’t mind a man putting his hands on me when he’s been invited. but i would hate for you to confuse my patience with permission.”

[hunter-howard]

Hunter's eyebrows shot up the instant the barrel settled against his hip, but instead of looking rattled, a slow grin spread across his face. He glanced down at the gun, then back up to her, letting out an amused huff. "Well..." He lifted both hands in exaggerated surrender, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "And here I was thinking I was being subtle." His gaze lingered on hers for a beat before he added with a crooked smile.

He leaned in just enough to lower his voice, careful not to close the distance she'd just reclaimed. "For the record Susan, I also wanted to cuddle afterwards." A chuckle escaped him as he nodded toward the target downrange. "But seriously, wanted to make sure you still had that bite to go with your bark." He clicked his tongue with a playful shake of his head. 

His smile softened into something a touch more genuine as he tipped his head toward the pistol still resting against him. "Message received, sweetheart. I'll keep my hands where they're invited." He flashed her that familiar devil-may-care grin. "Now...you gonna shoot the target, or are you planning on making me harder?"

[midnightpagerelena]

Elena leaned against the doorway with her arms folded, towel wrapped around her body, one brow arching as a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. ❝ You really do think you're charming enough to get away with anything, don't you? ❞ she mused, shaking her head. ❝ Sneaking out while I'm in the shower is a pretty cowardly exit, Hunter. ❞ A quiet laugh escaped her as she pushed off the frame just enough to close some of the distance. ❝ Also wasn't wasn't planning on asking you to stay for breakfast. I was planning on throwing you out eventually. You're more than welcome to stay though. ❞ Her eyes flicked to the keys spinning around his finger before settling back on him, amused despite herself. ❝ No, doesn't work, can do the do the Sunday though, same time. ❞ The corner of her mouth curled a little more. She had a shirt in her hair to pull it over her head finally.

[hunter-howard]

Hunter let out a laugh, dragging a hand down his face like she'd personally exhausted him. "Cowardly? Ouch. Here I was thinking I was being a gentleman, giving you a chance to miss me before I overstayed my welcome." He slipped his keys into his pocket before he took a few lazy steps back toward her, his grin growing wider the closer he got. "Then you hit me with, 'I was gonna throw you out...but you can stay.' You know, that's gotta be the weirdest invitation I've ever gotten, and I've been welcomed into some pretty questionable places." He gave her a once-over before meeting her eyes again, amusement dancing across his face. "Sunday, same time?" He pretended to mull it over, "I guess I can squeeze you into my very busy schedule of being devastatingly handsome and making questionable life choices." He shot her a crooked grin before tipping an imaginary hat. "Guess I'll stick around a little longer then…since you insisted."

[hunter-howard]

LOCATION: Elena’s Place WHO: @midnightpagerelena

Hunter had almost made it to the front door before Elena's voice behind him made him stop. He looked back over his shoulder with that familiar cocky grin, boots already on and keys twirling around his finger. "I know, I know," he said, holding up a hand in mock surrender. "Sneaking out while you were in the shower makes me a pesky asshole, but figured you wanted the rest of your evening to yourself.  Not like you would want me to stick around for breakfast anyway.”  He remarks with a playful grin.  “So…same time next week?”

[hunter-howard]

LOCATION: Eden’s WHO: @rhianmckay

Hunter settled into his usual seat at Eden's with a drink in hand, the corner of his mouth lifting the moment he spotted Ria making her way across the club. He raised his glass in greeting, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Well, there goes my plan to behave tonight," he called with an easy laugh. "I was doing just fine until you walked in." As she drew closer, he leaned back in his chair, his confidence as effortless as ever. "Tell me something, sweetheart... do you make everybody's night this interesting, or am I still your favorite pain in the ass?" His grin widened.

[hunter-howard]

LOCATION: The Impact Zone WHO: @susanwhitlockholmes

Hunter stood behind the firing line at The Impact Zone with his arms crossed, watching Susan in her stance.  The man could hardly control himself as he stepped closer to the woman, his hand reaching for her hip and him gently putting her in a better position to fire the gun. "You know, for someone who spends half her time intimidating everyone in town, you're actually a pretty decent student," he teased.  Hunter pressed himself closer to her body.  “I know you like it rough,” he whispered in her ear, "but with this you’re going to gently pull the trigger while keeping your sights.”  As he stepped back, his hand grazed against her back side.  “Oops, my bad.”

[hunter-howard]

LOCATION: Eden’s WHO: @westcoastholmes

Hunter leaned back in his chair at Eden's, a drink in hand and the kind of grin on his face that usually meant he was about to make a questionable decision. He glanced around the club before looking back at West with an amused shake of his head. "You know, I was starting to think you'd finally developed some sense and stopped showing up to places like this with me." He lifted his glass in mock offense. "Glad to see I was wrong."

He settled back, looking far too comfortable as the music thumped around them. "So what are you drinking tonight?." He nudged West with his elbow, smirking. "Which one you got your sights on? I had my eyes on that brunette over there.” 

[hunter-howard]

LOCATION: Howard’s Place WHO: @harmonyhoward Hunter groaned as he rolled over, squinting at the sunlight creeping through the curtains like it had personally offended him.

He reached blindly over, grabbing one of the whiskey bottles on the table next to the couch before sitting up with a quiet grunt, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Okay," he muttered, looking over at Harmony with a tired grin. "Don’t remember much of last night,” he admitted. "Did anything happen?"

“But I do remember you going on a casual date a few days ago. You going to talk about it?”  He questioned, rubbing his temples.