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Characters: Poseidon and Medusa
Date/Time: After check-in
Location: Bar of the Hôtel Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Poseidon needs a stiff drink and a reason to not drive a crack up the hotel wall.

No internet save the boards, no phone service and he was ready to ring the bellhop's neck if he didn't get more answers than this. He had things to think about, people to maim, and bones to break if nothing more was revealed. Twenty years ago he could have easily taken advantage of the time away and tracking down the first bitch to screw, but he had a daughter. While Poseidon wasn't dad of the year, he certainly wasn't a good father, but he held a sense of affection for that fifteen year-old brat. She'd tucked herself into that softer side that was reserved for so few people, and to know he had no way of getting in touch with her made him explosive.

The ground shook as he walked toward the bar in a new suit that had been laid out in his room. Right now he was ready to stretch necks as he approached the bar. If that bellhop was also the bartender he'd drag him face down across the counter. Nigel had mentioned that others were there, but he wasn't in the mood to have even noticed Medusa heading down the same hallway as he turned the corner.

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"Yes!" She shouted that at him with her eyes paling. Her hair moved as if alive or caught by a sudden wind.

She pulled on her arm regardless of if it would release her or not. "Because if I did get in then that means I can. Babe." Her words were practically hissed out. "But if you let me in." She grinned and it wasn't nice. "That means you wanted me in. So either way. I win."

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His jaw clenched his grip not relenting. "Watch that tongue, baby," his voice cold and wrenching. "You think too highly of yourself," he took a step forward pulling her back.

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She stumbled into him, sneering up at him over her shoulder. "Face it. I'm inside you. Under your skin. And you can't get me out because you don't want to."

She chuckled, her smirk becoming mocking. "If you let me go I'd be the one that got away. The one you couldn't control."

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She was dangling that pretty neck too far, smiling with a confidence she dared to show. He chucked low hands molding to her hips with a grip just as tight. "No one gets away, sweetheart," he spoke low, "not without my vengence to keep them company."

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"Exactly." She shoved her hips back sharply, a warning not an enticement, her grin growing. "Which means I still win. You want me or you wouldn't bother with all this melodramtic bullshit."

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He did want her, to make her bend but just like that of her snakes she was defiant. Not completely resilient which is what both burned him up and enticed him. She rode that line quite well. Not enough to to please him, but just enough to get under his skin.

His grip stayed tight, bruising the skin under that sexy number. He clicked his tongue again shaking his head. "You have your own vendetta. Don't think I don't see it." A pause in his breath so that she'd hang on his next move. "Keep playing, honey and you'll get burned again." He shoved her forward releasing that grip and stalking past her.

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She stumbled with the push, her hand lifting to rub her arm where he'd had a hold of her. Her eyes narrowed as they followed him but then her lips curled and her laughter went after him.

"Not all of the players are on the board, but I'm patient." She smoothed a hand over her dress. "I just need one more. Then you're mine. Babe."