The Inside discussion

The waterways are a big tourist attraction here. Also home to escaped Water Demons. Beware.

Terrence Buchanan patrolled the canals, smiling and waving to the tourists that sat boredly in the long gondolas. He looked like he had just got out of a board meeting for budgets. His khaki pants were creased to perfection, his button down shirt was wrinkle free. The only thing that was off about his very normal appearance was a large machine gun held close to his side.

Jasmine sighed. Caz had ditched her for his girlfriend, again. She pushed her dark sunglasses up her nose and twirled her black lace umbrella, bored as hell. She looked like a flashback to the Victorian era.

At the sight of a ravishing woman holding an umbrella, Terry licked his teeth. He strolled across the canal, eyeing her intently. "Hello." He smiled, looking her up and down.

"Hullo." She purred in return. "May I help you?" Jazz asked, eyeing his weaponry.

"Oh, yes." He looked at his gun fondly, then back at her. "You can help me get laid." He grinned, brushing a black hair out of her face.

((Sorry, he's wildly inappropriate.))

Jazz blinked a couple times, raising her eyebrows. Then, she started laughing. "Excuse me? Do you always introduce yourself to women this way?"

((Lmao I like him already XDXD))

"Only to ones that I feel are dangerous. Those are my favorites." He winked at her.

Jasmine chuckled, entertained by this fellow. "May I get the name of the man who would like to give himself delight in my sexual availability?" She asked.

"Bojack. Bojack Samson. And you would be?" He raised an eyebrow, completely unaware as to who she might be.

"Jasmine McKinley." She gave a little twirl of her parasol. "Sex extraordinaire." She teased.

((Gah my spelling sucks tonight))

((That's fine bro didn't even notice))

A flicker of surprise crossed the banisher's face. "Jasmine?" He had gotten a text earlier from a co-worker that described a succubus named Jasmine. She was the one who kept letting the demons in. Holy shit.
Terry was flirting with a literal sex demon.
Fuck yeah.
"I don't believe you." He said, a smug look on his handsome face. "

Jasmine chuckled and grabbed the collar of his shirt. "Need a sample?" She said, unfastening a button on her black blouse.

"I was just about to say about how people talk a lot of shit but never do a lot of shit. Clearly you are an exception from that case." He grinned, looking down at her. "Come to my apartment." He breathed on her lips. "And we can do, not talk."

She chuckled and kissed him deeply, just to tempt him. "As you wish."

He wiggled his eyebrows after the kiss. He had never picked a girl up by actually using pick up lines before. Than again, Jasmine wasn't exactly a girl. "Ever ride a motorcycle?" He asked, walking away from the job he was supposed to be doing.

She chuckled. "Of course."

"Oh." He pouted. "Well good. You'll know what to expect." He winked, taking his keys out of his pocket. A green skull that looked incredibly real dangled from a keychain. He spun the key ring around his index finger, and walked towards an illegally parked red Yakama cruiser. "This is Lucy." He looked back at Jasmine, grinning. "She's my main bitch."

Jasmine laughed as she followed. She brushed a hand over her torso, causing her blouse to change into a black hoodie. "Thats nice to know."

((Would you mind making Terry's apartment? I can do it if you're on mobile.))

He laughed. "Yeah..." He hopped on, then patted the seat behind him. "Hop on."

She hopped up, laughing slightly.

((Im on mobile :p))

((KK I shall do it))

He revved the engine, and the bike shot off, narrowly avoiding a smart car that was pulling out of the parking lot.

Jazz laughed and wrapped her arms around his torso. She missed her own motorcycle, so getting a ride with a hot guy made her day.