#lyra interaction

[tennesseewynter]

@wynterhxney said 'I am not a nice man. It is important that you understand that.' from Munro

'Do I look like I care if you're nice or not?' Lyra shot back easily, leaning back against the booth where she sat across from him. 'Do you think I'd have this job if I cared if people were nice?' So long as they paid what did it really matter? She could bury all the bad shit.

[xwildheart]

@intonightcity sent 💬 for Lyra

ever wonder what my muse thinks of yours?

[ lyra >> molly ]: he's different with me molls, he's not gonna hurt me.

[ molly >> lyra ]: he better not, i don't want you in my ambulance because the city's resident crime lord decided to make you his pet. [ lyra >> molly ]: omg molly i'm not his pet, and he's not a crime lord. he's just a DA. A good paying DA. I'm not gonna pass up the money. it's nice to feel adored instead of just--lusted after. i'm telling you he's different.

[ molly >> lyra ]: just be careful okay?

[tennesseewynter]

@wynterhxney ❛ it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity. ❜ Munro for Lyra

sexual tension prompts

Giving her the luxury of her own dressing room at this place had it's perks for sure. This being one of them. Able to be alone with the district attorney at any given time. Except when she really did need to be out on the floor. The blonde reluctantly pulled only a few inches out of his grasp, away from the heat of his lips on her skin and she's instantly colder for it. 'It would -' She cooed, never stopping the motion of her hand against him. Leave him wanting more. A dangerous man that wasn't to be toyed with and yet, Lyra can get away with so much more than others. Their spat not a week ago seemingly forgotten. 'But you know the rules, hot shot. Can't keep me all to yourself unless you pay the price.' Not that she even cared about the money when it came to him. He knew that. It was more the rules she had to follow.

[xwildheart]

@intonightcity sent " tears? seriously? how pathetic... " for Lyra.

'Oh FUCK you!' She snapped at him. Yes, this was a rarity. Lyra was tough as nails but even nails can get bent the wrong way. And she had. Fucking dick didn't know how to take no for a god damn answer. The red along her arms still visible from the struggle to get him off. The shitty part of working at a place like this. Hoping a bouncer would step in. Took too long tonight but at least it was stopped before anything else could happen. Still, she's shaken, and it takes A LOT to shake the dancer. 'I sure as hell don't need you to fucking tell me what I already know. Find someone else to entertain you tonight. Prick.' She spits that venom even though she knows it'll have zero effect on the man, blue eyes down cast to those red marks that resemble misshapen hands.

[bloodhxney]

Praise in it's best form. He knew how to flatter her, even if for the most Lyra knew it was an act, or at least she suspected it to be. Does she care? She'll pretend she doesn't. Because what woman wouldn't want to be fawned over like this by a man of such wealth and status? But all care is lost as he reels her closer, brushes lips to hers. 'Sounds like you missed me too,' She coos, unable to resist such a light touch from him before leaning in for more. Far too eager for more. She had missed him. Every other body that walked into this place was boring, generic. She was sick of fulfilling fantasies. Munro broke up the monotony of it all. His status says everything really. If any other person were to touch her like this, kiss her? They'd be thrown out on their ass so fast.

Only easing from him as the need to breath became more important, Lyra gazed up to the older gentleman. A little too starry eyed in her lust for him. Many told her she should be afraid of him, and that only made the young woman want to know him, be near him, more. 'Oh of course not. Plenty tried, you know how they get down there.' Handsy, demanding. But none of them could afford her price. 'You know I only have eyes for you baby.' It helped that it always sounded like she was so ready to please. Yet for him it was real. Never really could tell the difference thought with anyone else. The blonde pouts as she snatches his cigarette back. 'I look better than good and you know it.' Practically naked, but still she was a stunner in her own right. 'You know my parents always thought I'd go off to be a lawyer. They'd shit themselves if they saw me now.' She quips, leaning back against the booth now, letting the smoky haze and booming bass of the club wash over them. Funny though, that she was making far more than she ever would as a lawyer. @wxnteroats / prev

[bloodhxney]

Lyra scoffed at him. Typical man. God forbid any of them show one single drop of decency every now and then. Branded a pansy. 'She's too sweet for you. You'll hate her.' She spat back, bluntly honest and maybe just a smidge jealous that it was that easy for him to turn his back on her. Was she really that easy to replace? Had she been wrong about him all along? Alara would be beyond frightened of Munro.The blonde took a small step back as he advanced on her, arms instinctively going around herself to brace for something, anything. Especially after what had just transpired. But her eyes still held anger behind them. Slowly his words sink in, even if he was still being a prick was he-- threatening to pummel the guy who'd come on to her? 'He's already gone,' Her voice a bit softer and didn't that say it all? How much she wanted that sort of protection, to have someone have her back in this 'So good luck with that,' @wxnteroats / prev

[bloodhxney]

tag drop: lyra jade carlisle

[tennesseewynter]

@wynterhxney : “you almost rolled out of bed, hit your head. caught you last second.“ Munro for Lyra

'I did?' Groggy, still a bit disoriented. After a moment the blonde looks over and see's that the man indeed is next to her in bed. Not entirely something she expected. Never one to stay the night Munro was but in this moment Lyra is glad he did. Bad dreams weren't a constant thing, but they happened enough. She'd had her fair share of traumatizing experiences over the years working in the Pink Room. Things her brain decided to plague her with at night. 'Thanks.' she offered, running a hand through her hair to get it away from her face.