Complicating things (Gomorrah/Mikh)

@Poptart

She had just arrived, it hadn't taken her long to get there after getting the text. Dorito hadn't even bothered to doll herself up too much. She'd thrown on something socially acceptable but easy enough for someone else to get into, her hair was once again in pigtails. She'd received a message from Gabriel Baltimore, asking her to come down to his club.

It didn't take long for Dorito to make her way to the bar, climbing up the stool and looking around as though expecting him to be working the bar himself. She placed an order for a drink and turned around in her stool, looking around and scanning the club for him. She had wondered what he'd thought of her first impression, and she could only wonder what her sister's girlfriend's dad would want with her. Her toes curled and she stifled a giggle as she thought about it.

When she heard his voice, Dorito quickly turned to face Gabriel with a smile. She flashed him a big, warm grin, one laced with all sorts of implications while still appearing friendly and welcoming. He was such a charmer, when he spoke. Dorito relied very heavily on her powers when her attempts at wit and guile failed, yet she could tell that Gabriel would never need to rely on something like that.

"I'm doing just fine, and so is my sister. She and Chloe seem quite happy together." Dorito leaned against the bar, arching her back slightly as she did, trying to show off her figure while properly turning to face Mikhainon. She only knew him as Gabriel Baltimore, though, she had no idea just what she was possibly getting into. "And it's great we're finally able to get properly acquainted."

Dorito gave a small laugh. Admittedly her first meeting with Mikhainon was entirely to bail her sister out of an awkward first impression, though Dorito certainly had here eyes on him ever since. He was suave, mature, and quite attractive, despite Dorito only knowing him in the guise of Gabriel Baltimore. "I certainly try to be the life of the party. Cheeto's normally really shy and doesn't do well with crowds or new faces, I'm normally the center of attention. Granted, knowing about all those interesting uses of her powers that Chloe had taught Cheeto, she's been getting a whole lot more confident..."

Dorito hadn't even noticed that she was chatting so much, bordering somewhere between idle blather and actually gossiping on the sex life of her sister and her sister's girlfriend to said girlfriend's father. Mentally, Dorito slapped herself, trying to reign herself in when she noticed she was actually feeling nervous around this man. Why should she? She'd been able to keep her cool while seducing the likes of werewolves, wizards, and the staff of the school she and her sister were attending. Why would this guy be any different from any of the other guys she felt in control around?

Dorito grinned and shifted, crossing her legs and leaning against the bar, her head in her hand as she looked up at him. "And I quite liked that apron you were wearing, I never did get to Kiss the Cook, though..."

Dorito wasn't ready for this at all. In fact, Dorito was quite sure she was blushing. She couldn't help but stretch her neck, craning forward with Mikhainon's finger on her chin. She somehow found herself no longer oozing confidence and responding exactly to Mikhainon's touch, to his words. She started to think maybe that was all she was thinking about since the barbecue.

It took a bit of effort but Dorito quelled the blush and got her grin back, trying to recover by putting on a sultry voice and demeanor. "Maybe, would you want to find out down here? In full view of all your clients?" She was joking, but a nagging fear in the back of her mind told her she might be biting off more than she can chew.

Dorito was starting to blush a bit more, her lips puckering slightly, wanting Gabriel's touch. She couldn't take her eyes off his face, as though hypnotized. Her body was going limp, save for her head which leaned in to his touch so obediently. He offered to take her somewhere more private, if she was shy.

Shy? What was she, Cheeto?!

Dorito bristled a bit, seeming to regain her focus. "Shy? Me. Of course not." Smirks. "Me and my sister practically rule that dang academy, why would I by shy?" She shifted again, crossing her legs and putting a hand on his thigh. "You haven't really given me a reason to by shy, either."