I Got a Feeling... {Jax}

[Jax]

Jax was a bit stunned to tell the truth, he had been expected many answers to his offer to continue the date elsewhere, from a polite decline to a quick phone call that leads to a restraining order. But for her to not only agree to go with him, to not only accept his offer but to do so eagerly... so very willingly. While she stood up he found his eyes drawn to a nearby mirror to make sure he hadn't had a nice suit put on him or a make over in the past five minutes and hadn't noticed or maybe someone had slapped a illusion of some sort on his face, something anything but all he saw was a semi baffled looking man with a green mohawk gazing back.

Shrugging as she pushed past him he took the time to spit his chewed up cigarette in a garbage can in passing and pulled a fresh one in his mouth, the lighter materilized in his hand and a relieved look crossed his face as the second he took a step outside he lit up, the scent of his normal body odor, the scent of gasoline, grease, sweat and something disturbingly inorganic was surplanted by the scent of burning tobacco and... the scent of sea salt strangely enough. He liked trying new brands... plus the stuff was on sale... he did wonder if he should be worried that the tip of the cigarette glowed blue rather then the usual red but the thought left his head as he noticed Cordelia slowed and stopped, he eyes turned glassy and... something happened, while she stood in place he began to look around trying to figure out if he should dial 911 or if this was the point of the date when it turned out she had an alien baby in her that was about to burst out her chest and try to rip out his eyes.

[cordy]

Of course she couldn't ever get a vision of, like...a really neat upcoming movie, or something. No, it always had to be terror and darkness and imminent doom...the Powers That Be really were little rays of sunshine, weren't they? Well, she'd have time to bitch about it later. Right now, she needed to focus...although the pounding music in the background was a little distracting.

Wait, what? Ugh this vision was a trippy one, perhaps just because she hadn't had one in awhile. It took her a moment to gain her bearings, but judging from her surroundings--people dancing, music playing, flashing lights--she seemed to have found herself in some kind of club. ..Not the one Jax had mentioned before, surely? Because that would really ruin the date. Not that she had much room to complain, though; at least she'd been reasonably splitting headache-free since she'd agreed to become part demon. Now the visions were less flashy and painful, and more like...well, almost like a virtual reality. As if she were actually there. She shook her head and looked around, attempting to discover why, exactly, she was being shown this place. Everything looked reasonably normal, considering that this was your typical New York nightclub...so what was the big deal?

Well. Maybe it had a little something to do with the very suspicious pair seated over at the bar. Two men, who didn't so much seem concerned with having a drink as they did with predatorily eying a waitress working a few seats down. Before Cordelia had the chance to workout why the pair had immediately left her with such a foul first impression, one of the men had called the waitress over...and then, his face...a flash of yellow eyes, the twisting of his features, the gleaming of fangs...vampire. And as far as the transformation process, his buddy wasn't far behind. In the instant they leaped at the waitress, another vampire--a woman this time--flipped over a table and began to advance on her 'date'. Seconds later, two more had all bed sprang upon the crowd of dancing New Yorkers, and Cordy shrank back when the chorus of resulting screams rose into the air...

This was a raid.

And then, in the next instant, she found herself back outside the vegan restaurant. The brunette came to with a sudden gasp, instinctively leaping away from the person beside her. Of course, it was only seconds later that she recognized Jax, and allowed some of the tension to ease from her shoulders. Oh...shit. Had he just witnessed her go all comatose? Because that was great. Just wonderful. Now he was either going to try to get her to a hospital, or think that she was some kind of freak...and right now, there wasn't time to explain her way out of either of these scenarios. She had to find that club. Fast. And, given that the Powers were anything but subtle, she had a pretty good idea of where to begin...

"I...think we should hit up that club you were talking about..." Cordy muttered at last, blinking at Jax apologetically. "I'll explain on the way." Yeah. Explain why she just looked as if she'd just had some sort of attack. But hopefully, Jax would trust her on this one...because she wasn't sure how much time they could afford to waste.

[Jax]

Jax frowned as she came out of... whatever that was... she had gone right from a... seizure possibly, and now she wanted to hit the nightclub. He considered arguing but then saw her expression and realised she would go with him or without him, he recognised that set of her shoulder, that set of her jaw. He saw it in the mirror alot after all. He tilted his head in resignition and as he did so he saw something, something... wonderful, beautiful... close to perfect. His baby, his bread and butter, his first love...

"Fenrir"

His voice was barely a croak as he gazed past Cordelia at the creation behind her, like a man walking towards a glass of water deep in a desert he slithered past Cordelia and gazed upon his baby while his hands outreached and his fingers gently ran slowly over the surface of her body. His eyes taking in every last details as he almost drooled at her lines and parts. Finally his gaze came to the note taped to her gas cap, he ripped it off and looked at it while occasionally glancing back at the bike. He read the note out loud.

"Ya went on ya date like I asked and as I told ya I return to ya your valued steed, love... a friend."
He held out the note, once again written entirely from clipped out letters from a magizine. He looked from it and back to his bike. He had removed the add on armor, the metal spikes, the blades after his escape from Gotham, it looked more like a harley then a weapon of mass destruction like it used to. The paint job was an elegant steam of green fire over black, the lines were smooth, subtle, almost organic. Instead of the usual crome the pipes were a matte black. He gazed on it and a slight grin that faded and stuttered as he looked on the seat of the bike and counted not one, but two helmets, one green, one black. He looked at the polished surface and then a look of joy mixed with detirmination pasted over his face. He slapped the green helmet on top of his head and tossing the black one high into the air and shrugged off his coat and held in one hand, and caught the helmet in the other holding them both out to Cordelia.

"If ya in a hurry then I think it is time we take this date into my territory. So put on the coat and helm, helm protects your head, coat keeps ya from freezing and needing a skin graft if we wipe out. So put them on."

Jax hoped she wouldn't mind the ten pounds of tools in the pockets. As it was the removal of his coat and the revealing of the t-shirt underneath revealed several of his tattoos upon his arms and his neck, upon the back of his neck was a burst of fire that had written upon the flame the word 'Defiance' in a black gothic script, his arms were a hodgepodge, a tribal pattern that was shaped to vaguely resemble circuitry decorated his biceps which flowed into his forearms where the inside of his wrist on each arm was a tattoo that made it appear he had cut, and peeled back the skin there revealing gears and pistons, as for the back of his forearms his right arm bore the lyrics of "die for metal" while the left was a poem oddly, Freedom's Fool by Robert William Service. It's letters were curved upon his arm as if they had been written on a fluttering flag.

[cordy]

"Fenrir"? Who was he talking to? Raising an eyebrow at her date's sudden starry-eyed expression, Cordelia turned as Jax stumbled past her toward...well, something. She turned around, half-concerned that he might've been hypnotized or something. Considering how crazy the rest of the night had been, she somehow wouldn't have been surprised. Upon turning in search of whatever had caught his attention, however, she found herself faced with a large, sleek black-and-jade motorcycle, with a flawless paint job and...well, a rather terrifying stature. Cordy blinked mutely as Jax gazed admiringly upon his bike. Where the hell had this thing come from?! Admittedly, it was...sorta convenient, but puzzling none the less. And then there was the fact that she was going to actually have to ride it...

Yeah. Um. She could escape otherwordly dimensions and put a stake through the heart of any blood-sucker that got in her way, but motorcycles? They were kind of...scary. And Jax wasn't making it sound like a whole lot of fun...had he just mentioned a skin graft?! "This is completely insane." the brunette deadpanned, shaking her head as she stared wide-eyed at the helmet and jacket held out to her. This was really a bad idea. Cordelia and a bike? So many things could go wrong with that equation...but...the fact remained, they were seriously running low on time if they wanted to get to the bar before the vampires staged their little show. Well, not 'they', exactly, seeing as Jax still didn't know what he was getting into...

Her hazel eyes dropped to his well-toned arms, his mottled arrangement of tattoos clearly visible now that he'd removed his jacket. Wow...this guy had tattoos that would earn Gunn's respect. At least Jax certainly looked like someone who could defend himself...and drive a bike. Hopefully. Quickly realized that she didn't have much of a choice here, Cordy gave an uneasy sigh and accepted the coat, slipping it on--Jeez, what did he have in his pockets, a spare tire?--and then, after another brief moment of mourning her perfectly styled glossy brown hair, put the helmet on as well.

"If we die," she began, turning to shoot Jax a quick cynical glance, "I am so kicking your ass. Oh, and...um. Do you have any experience in...um...fighting vampires?" Well, that question was in the running for the evening's random insanity award. Still, she felt obliged to ask...technically they were still on a date, and it didn't seem quite fair to drag Jax into trouble along with her without even giving him a heads up.

[Jax]

Jax grinned as she put on the coat, what could he say. He always thought girls looked nice in leather coats. It was an... attractive thing to him. The contrast, a black dress, the coat, the helm, and actually standing there and threatening him... yeah. He had to say he was defiantly growing to like her. Despite the fact he would have never guessed they would have much in common. He reached into a pocket and still grinned, but the grinned turned more animal, more intense as he pulled out his keys and walked slowly towards the bike, his shoulders shaking with restrained laughter.

"Have I fought vampires? Have I fought vampires? Those miserable mosquitos? Those rejects from horror movies? In the ghetto of Gotham were creatures that would make vamps @^&# out their hearts from fear. And those were just the beings still classifiable by some as human. A piece of wood, some garlic, a religious symbol, a blade in the right place, vamps have so many weaknesses it isn't funny and yet they walk around as if they were fifty feet tall and pissing flames."

Snorting dismissively he pushed up his visor as he sat down on the bike he looking up at his date and puffing out a cloud of smoke from his nostrils, his date was really getting fun, she mentioned vampires and a lady like that wouldn't have mentioned it unless that is what he might be doing. The date really was headed towards his territory, and at the thought it seemed the colors around him increased in intensity as his heart began to pound, as his blood began to race, his eye sparkled with life and vitality. He slid the bag into a slot made for it on the back of the bike but kept out a weapon, and odd one that he held up in the air before he slid itss handle into a hole made for simular weapons on the front of the bike, it was at first glance a simple wood ax but first glance was wrong, the flat head was carved with crosses repeatedly over it's surface and the bottom of the shaft was sharpened to a wooden point, finally the blade itself was sharpened by a master, the master touched the metal head briefly before turning back to his date... he blinked quickly at the fact his mind no longer put quotation marks around that word.

He looked at her and held out his hand to welcome him to his ride, the feral grin vanished replaced by a pleased one.

"C'mon Miss Chase, the night awaits us, let me show you my world if only for a night."

[cordy]

Upon hearing Jax's rantings on vampires, Cordy was actually startled into a grin. The list of people she'd met who could genuinely brush off the bloodsuckers so casually was pretty short, but she had to admit that Jax's confidence was somewhat reassuring. She bit back a laugh, imagining what Angel's face might look like if he ever heard someone referring to him as a "horror movie reject", and shook her head slowly. When it came to most other vampires, however, the meta-human's disdainful description was pretty accurate. At this point, Cordy was pretty certain that she wasn't going to have to worry about putting Jax in danger. If anything, it was the vampires who were going to have to start worrying within the next couple minutes. This fleeting thought was only reinforced when her gaze fell upon the weapon that her date had just pulled out of his bag. Wow. She'd been about to offer him one of the stakes she'd tucked into her purse (couldn't be too careful), but a stake seemed pretty superfluous next to what was basically a vampire-slaying machine. Yup. That'd definitely work.

"Awesome." Though a bit thrown, Cordy ultimately decided to just roll with it. There wasn't time to ask questions, although, speaking of questions...she was beginning to think that if she explained the whole vision-thing to Jax, he might not deem her as crazy as she'd assumed he would. After everything Jax must have experienced in Gotham, she wondered if a psychic half-demon actually ranged on the more normal side of things in his world. Still, a more in-detail explanation could wait. "Because call it a hunch, but I have a feeling that this club we're going to is gonna end up having a little vamp problem tonight."

And now she was faced with a final decision: here Jax was, grinning warmly, holding out a hand to help her onto his bike. They'd only just met tonight, and now here she was, about to ride away on his motorcycle into potential peril, to actually fight vampires beside the guy. In simple terms, she would actually be placing quite a bit of trust in Jax if she agreed to take look into 'his world'. It was a leap that the distanced, snarky brunette hadn't taken since her days in L.A., and it was the cause of her hesitation for a brief moment longer.

Oh, what the hell. She'd been given a second chance at life...for awhile, at least. Might as well live a little.

Taking Jax's offered hand, Cordelia climbed up onto the bike behind him, squirming a little in an attempt to find some kind of stability that the foreign vehicle might offer. In the end, she wound up simply clutching tightly to Jax's waist, clearly a bit more nervous than she'd like to admit. Here she was, about to take off on a motorcycle, roll up at a New York City nightclub, and promptly head inside to kick some vampire ass. "This is probably one of the craziest things I've ever done." Cordy told Jax half-jokingly. She considered her many misadventures with Angel Investigations. Hmm. Well, it ranked up there, at least.

[Jax]

Jax felt the warmth of Cordelia's body as she took his hand and sat behind him, as she wrapped her arms around him and shifted against his back he could feel large and important parts of his brain shut down, he doubted she would believe him but he was a virgin, not out of a code of honor, not out of some religious thing, not even because of some ideal, but simple lack of interest most sane women had in him and those that did see him as something interesting were only into him because of the 'bad boy' appeal not because of who he is. He could feel a brief conversation of parts of his mind, if it was written as a play it would have gone something like this.

Logic: Okay okay everyone stop shouting we all need to calm down.

Hormones: GAH! THERE IS A GIRL HOLDING ONTO US! GIRL GIRL GIRL! DO YOU KNOW WHAT IS ON OUR BACK RIGHT NOW? DO YOU FEEL WARM I KNOW I DO!!!"

Pessimism: She only wants us because she needs a ride and some brute force that is all.

H: BUT WE ARE GOOD AT THOSE! MAYBE SHE WILL LIKE SEEING US IN ACTION SO MUCH!!... OR BETTER YET LET'S JUST KEEP RIDING! RIDING RIDING RIDING ONCE WE GET STARTED KEEP GOING WITH HER THERE AND ON THE ROAD MAKE LOTS AND LOT OF BABIES AND

L: Heel boy, enough. Pessimism seems to have a point let's just keep things calm maybe have some fun while we can What can we hope for.

?: Maybe things aren't as bad as you think.

H: ROMANCE?! WE THOUGHT YOU DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD!

L: Indeed, we thought you entered a murder suicide pact with tact.

P: Oh great him again...

Romance: Nope, just got jammed down a deep black hole for a while and now we need me here so here I am. Let's see, she smiles at us, she got on the bike despite her nervousness, is trusting us to help her, and she is holding on nicely, she might like us, might not but there is nothing wrong with having some fun like logic said but we need to have some fun with her to, let's not take this bike full throttle in an instant, we speed up, get up to speed and keep away from the death defying stunts...

H: AWWWWWW NO! I LIKE THOSE!

R: We know, but she might not, we help here and afterwards we... ask her to eat with us at the nearest IHOP.

ALL: Ihop?

R: Yeah, good food, coffee, will not throw us out. IHOP. Simple good food.

L: Okay sounds as good a plan as any.

H: LET'S DO THIS!

P: This will probably fail.

R: Don't make me back hand you.

End scene.

Jax snapped out of the half second pause, he didn't know what that was buy he could do without it happening again. All he knew for sure was a nice, cute, tougher then she seemed and probably smarter then him girl had was clinging to his back while he was riding a bike. He grinned, he would just do what came naturally, no long term plans, no death defying flower grabs to impress. He would just show her his world... at a reasonable level. He flicked a switch, took a key out of his pants pocket and slid it into place, jump started the engine and while flipping up the kick stand in one smooth motion he brought the engine roaring to life and sent it accelerating. Fenrir didn't balk at all at the extra weight but then again it was his own design. The engine had turned over as smooth as ever, the... paint was cleaner. He noted out of the corner of his eye that the bike was cleaner then it had been when he left it yesterday, it had been detailed and the gas tank was full according to the gauge.... he bike had been stolen to force him on a date with a... real interesting girl, who was holding on to him at the moment... he fought off a blush, he refused to blush just because a girl was touching him. His face was NOT feeling warmer... then they returned the bike cleaner, and with a full tank...

Choice profanity crossed him mind in his confusion but was banished as the wind whipped at his bare arms as they moved forward, his hands gripping the handle clenched in joy, his shoulders relaxed, his mouth curled into a grin resembling nothing more then a child playing with his favorite toy, and he listened to the sheer majesty of eight hundred pounds of highly tuned machinery send them into the night, the cold air caressing his skin, the warmth at his back, the joy in his heart. Regardless of what happened next this was the most fun he had had in a long time.

His driving was fast, zipping between cars but utterly in control, some screamed at him but he ignored them spurring his craft to greater speeds, when a car pulled out almost hitting him he didn't hesitate, his foot extended getting between the two riders and the car, his boot scrapping along the paint of the Mercedes and scrapping the paint as the shell bent cushioning the impact. The laws of physics still made the bike and riders shift sideways but controlled rather then shooting down the road and into traffic to their death, it hurt his foot a bit but better that then death. As Jax easily kept control his right arm extended towards the stunned driver and a middle finger professed his displeasure. With that thw two zoomed into the night. Chuckling despite the incident Jax asked his rider, shouting to be heard over the engine.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW TO SPOT A HAPPY BIKER? COUNT THE BUGS IN HIS TEETH?"

Laughing at the old biker joke he had to admit... this might be the best night in a long time.

[cordy]

O-okay. She could do this. Nothing to it, she just had to keep her balance, hold on, and pray that Jax wasn't in the mood to pull and flashy road stunts. Yeah, it wasn't so bad...she could do this!

Except. They hadn't even started moving yet. So while the rate at which she quickly became accustomed to being seated on an immobile motorcycle was...commendable, it really said nothing for how well she was actually going to endure this ride. She tensed slightly as the engine started, her eyes darting to the ground as if she were wondering whether she still had time to make a jump for safety. No, there was no turning back now. She was just going to have to suck it up, and..."Ohmygawd!" Cordy blurted as they shot off onto the road, the roaring of the engine loud in her ears. Okay. Shit. Shit. They were going...really fast. Or at least it seemed that way to Cordy, being the rookie rider that she was. She'd had every intention of just closing her eyes in hopes that it would make the ride easier, but presently she found herself unable to tear a stunned gaze away from the road before them as they zipped through traffic. This. Was. INSANE.

Her jaw clenched rigidly, and still clinging to Jax like a cat trying not to fall out of a tree, Cordelia took a shaky breath and tried not to come off as too much of a wuss. She'd fought vampires. Demons. She'd endured years worth of visions that had nearly ended up killing her. So this was nothing, right? Except...that it really, really was. It was terrifying, actually. And yet, there was never even a moment when Jax lost control, and the bike never once wavered or faltered from its path. Jax was in his element, she realized. It was like he'd been born for this...and, if she was risking death to ride a motorcycle through the streets of New York, at least she was with someone who actually knew what he was doing.

In fact, if she wasn't so freaked out, this would actually be kinda fun! Gradually, the brunette began to relax a little, her expression slowly changing from completely terrified to mildly perturbed...and then, to an actual smile. She had to admit, this wasn't as unpleasant as she'd thought it would b—HOLY CRAP!

Out of nowhere, some idiot pulled out right in front of them! At the rapidly closing distance between them, a collision seemed unavoidable, the car was way too close. Already picturing them serving into oncoming traffic and a messy, messy death, Cordy couldn't help but close her eyes and let out a half-muffled scream. ...Well, this was a rip off. Shouldn't her life be flashing before her eyes right now? Sure, she got all kinds of crazy visions in day-to-day life, but when it came to the ones that normal people actually got, God forbid she actually experience them! Her indignation at receiving a cheap death was short-lived, however, when she was distracted by the fact that..she wasn't actually dieing. A swerve, a quick tilt sideways, and the scraping of Jax's boot against the metal of the car, and they were safely back on their way again.

Cordy opened one eye, then the other, as the realization that they were still alive and relatively unscathed dawned on her. What...the hell. Thoroughly shaken, Cordelia practically gaped when Jax called out to her to share his biker joke. He was joking at a time like this?! Her incredulity, the adrenaline that now rushed through her as a result of their little brush with danger, and the still-present rush and speeding along down the busy road left her unsure of whether to be giddy or mortified.

"YOU'RE CRAZY!"she called back, even as she began to...laugh. God, she really was starting to lose it...

[Jax]

Jax couldn't help it, he laughed with her. It was such a primal joy so intense, so intimate was the simple joy of laughing with someone. Still something had to be said as he caught his breath. Still laughing he asked.

"I'M CRAZY? ME? LOOK AT THOSE LIGHTS IN THOSE SKYSCRAPERS, EACH OF THOSE LIGHTS IS SOME POOR SON OF A B@*CH WORKING OVERTIME TA IMPRESS HIS BOSS, TA GET MORE WORK, TA WORK AT SOMETHING THAT MAKES THEM MISERABLE UNTIL THEY CAN FINALLY RETIRE! EACH DAY THEY GET HOME AND DON'T GARGLE A GUN IS A VICTORY FOR THEM! MAYBE I AM CRAZY... OR MAYBE I AM THE LAST SANE MIND IN THE CITY!"

He was still laughing a bit but truth he felt nothing but pity for them, trapped in cages of their own making. To scared to see their box, slapped into their cases and the lid slammed shut. The poor miserable souls. He shook his head but continued smiling, they were stuck their in their canvas boxes while he was zooming down the road at high speed with a wonderful girl on his way to kill undead... They WISHED they had his life and to have it all they would have to do is leave their boxes. But he knew if he went up there, explained, showed them the door... they would call security. Pity on them, wonderful for him.

He looked at the street sign, he was driving by instinct now. He had never been this way but from what he had heard... right their was an intersection, as he zoomed down it he resisted the urge to turn on his music player and blare heavy metal... at least for now he could resist the urge, what was happening on the motorcycle he only dreamed of. Girl, Him, Bike... and she liked it! If he turned on the radio he would expect to hear Beethoven's Ode to Joy blaring instead and he would even enjoy it. He saw the entrance up ahead and slowed to a stop, braking JUST a bit harder then he needed to so the back end lifted up causing Cordelia to push into him.

"Opps. Sorry."

Somehow his voice did not sound that sincere but he could help it. The ride had invigorated him, enhanced him... and as he pushed down the kick stand and regarded the club in front of him he paused... it looked a bit more... upscale then he thought it would, and he looked at the men in front who had no apperent senses of humor and the line of people waiting to get in and looked over his shoulder at Cordelia.

"K... I see two ways ta da this. Either I hope ya is better at talking then I know I am... or I have ta do what I do.

[cordy]

It had to be said. Jax...was right. People had often remarked that it must be difficult for Cordelia to live such a 'crazy' life, but really? She'd grown up in Sunnydale, a town situated right on the entrance to hell. She'd never known normal. And here was Jax, a meta-human from a city also known for its supernatural shenanigans, someone who was just about as experienced with zombie sand monsters and vampires as they came. And...he was the most interesting person Cordy had met in awhile. If this was crazy, and the normal, boring lives of the civilians aren't them weren't, then she didn't want to be normal! Listening to Jax's continued ranting on the utter insanity of normalcy was not doing anything to help her stop laughing, but she allowed herself to continue giggling for a bit before gradually becoming quiet. This...was actually fun.

Her moment of relaxed reflection was broken when Jax suddenly brought the bike to a screeching halt. With a startled squeak, the brunette was lifted out of her seat by the abrupt halt and thrown clumsily forward, right into Jax. Letting lose another series of muffled giggles (had there been something funky in the air in that vegan restaurant? She wasn't usually this giddy...) into his shoulder, she suddenly realized that she should probably at least pretend to be a little indignant about this. Pushing away from Jax again, Cordy narrowed her eyes at him, though flickers of amusement were still visible in their hazel depths. "Oh right, 'cause that was a total accident. And I'm the Queen of England." Well, she was the princess of Pylea, technically, but that was a whole 'nother story.

With a snarky roll of her eyes for good measure, she steadied herself and swung her leg back over the side of the bike, hopping off onto the ground a bit clumsily. Whoa. Solid ground. She was going to need a moment to get used to this. Fussing with her helmet briefly, she took it off and handed it back to Jax. The hair was probably a lost cause, she lamented, but at this point it wasn't worth fretting over. They were going into a nightclub to fight vampires, for Pete's sake. It was probably going to get a little disheveled anyway. Deciding not to continue fighting this losing battle, she reached up and pulled the two clips out of her hair, allowing it to fall down around her shoulders.

A brief glance over at the place in question was enough to tell Cordy that this was going to be a little trickier than she'd originally thought. Jax hadn't mentioned the fact that this was one of those places that didn't exactly welcome the public through their doors with open arms. Hmm. Well, she didn't exactly have any kind of New York VIP status, or anything, but...they didn't have to know that. She glanced back at Jax, raising an eyebrow slightly. Somehow she didn't doubt for a moment that he was not making idle promises here; if they didn't get in, things were probably gonna get a bit hairy. Hopefully, though, it wouldn't come to that. "Lucky for us, talking is one of the things I do best. Just bear with me here." she told him lightly, not yet too worried about their chances of getting in...as long as Jax's temper didn't ignite in proximity of the bouncers.

Motioning for him to follow, Cordelia ignored the incredulously irritated glares and occasional outcries of the people waiting in line as she made her way up to the club door. The two bouncers at the door didn't exactly look thrilled about this...but, undeterred, Cordy fixed them with a bright smile.

"Hi," Cordy greeted them warmly, reaching into her purse and briefly flashing her ID. "I'd really love to stay and chat, boys, but my friend and I are running kind of late. Traffic on the freeway, total nightmare." she rolled her eyes and looked at them expectantly. When the men blankly returned her stare, she blinked. "Wait, did no one tell you we were coming?" The brunette tilted her head back towards Jax. "He's with the band. Jax Gardener? ...We were supposed to be here to help set up a half hour ago. I know you typically have to check up on us and everything, but they're already going to be pissed as it is; this is our first big gig in awhile..." Cordy leaned a little closer, widened her hazel eyes earnestly, while well aware that she was currently quite obviously showing off her...assets a bit. "...so I'd really appreciate it if you didn't keep us waiting."

Perhaps by combination of her 'persuasive methods' and the fact that Jax undeniably looked like someone straight out of a heavy metal band, the bouncers only took a moment to exchange a brief glance...before nodding reluctantly and standing aside. Cordelia's grin grew even brighter. "Fantastic. Thanks, guys, I owe you one." With a spunky little wink, the brunette glanced over her shoulder and nodded to Jax before stepping into the club. Well, that had been....easy enough...

[Jax]

Jax watched in a bit of awe as she completely wrapped the two bouncers around her finger, her words were convincing, her body language true, in was... too convincing, a little bit of himself was afraid. To many Jax appeared fearless, and it was true most of the things that scared normal people didn't even bother him... but the thought of insanity, of losing who he was, of becoming something else against his will... terrified him. That was probably why he hated vampires so much, they perverted all they touched. But this woman... she could sell ice to Eskimos and she might... might change him... He looked at her as she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him... And he walked forward slinging the golf bag over his shoulder and axe in hand. He didn't get to be the number one muscle of the 99 kings by running from his fears... especally when their might be light at the end of the tunnel, even if the light was the other end on fire he had to try this.

He started to walk past the bouncers when one put an oversized hands between Jax and the door.

"WHOA chief. Part of the act or not you can't walk in her with weapons."

Jax looked up at him and then slowly smiled, it was less a smile of pleasure and more a shark's grin... then it relaxed and then suddenly he brought up the hammer side up and brought it down on the bouncers head where it... bounced. Light, way too light to be metal, it hurt but like getting hit on the head with a plastic ruler. The bouncer shook his head and looked at Jax who just said...

"Bonk."

The bouncer shook his head in disbelief as the biker held the axe out to the employee and nodded his head. The bouncer took it... and hefted it. It was... light, way too light. Like lifting a stick, The bouncer not knowing about Jax's power, not knowing about the steel core the axe had inside the wooden shaft, not knowing this gingerly ran a finger down the axe blade and found it... dull. it looked sharp enough to cut limbs off but to him he found it dull, as light as a feather, he looked at Jax in disbelief. Jax took out a cigarette and lit it, this one's head glowed green casting a sickly glow upon the punk's grinning face. He was enjoying this.

"Wha?"

"Got a friend in L.A. works at a special effect studio, creates all kids of things like that, Nice ain't it? looks like the real thing."

The two bouncers inspected the axe and then smiled and spent a few seconds admiring the "fake" weapon and then handed it back.

"The rest of the band be here soon, let them know I am here 'kay?... I wouldda been here sooner but I got... delayed."

The two bouncer's eyes went to the woman who had gone ahead of jax and then back and smiled nodding thinking they understood. Jax nodded, took the axe and shouldered it and walked past them, as soon as he pasted his smile vanished and his eyes rolled despairing at the stupidity of humanity. He gestured a polite gesture at his date and as they went down the stairs and turned a corner just before the actual entrance to the club.he suddenly stopped, grabbed his jacket which she was wearing and touched a tool on each side of the inside liner and shook it once. He took the time to lighten the tools for her and to harden them, making a makeshift armor coat. He explained what he was doing.

"Don't freak, I ain't getting fresh I am armoring ya, I am sure ya know how ta fight but every bit helps, ya got a weapon preference by the way? Maybe want ta borrow something?"

[cordy]

And...so close. Cordelia winced slightly when behind her, one of the bouncers called out for Jax to stop. Of course she should've known they weren't going to just let him stroll in armed, but she'd been so preoccupied with getting inside before the vampires decided to make their move that this little issue had slipped her mind. She turned and cast an exasperated glare back at the bouncers blocking her date's path; what could she possibly tell them to wave this away? It wasn't exactly like she could just blurt out that their club was full of blood-sucking creeps just waiting to make meals out of some of their regulars. Cordy bit her lip, momentarily silent as she attempted to concoct some sort of excuse...but then, Jax quite casually swung the axe down upon the bouncer's head.

Instinctively, Cordy gasped, even as the axe...bounced? It took a moment of uncomprehending staring before she reminded herself that Jax had already informed her of what he was capable of. This was just a nifty little demonstration! The brunette had to work to conceal a grin as the awestruck bouncers inspected the weapon, ultimately deciding that it posed no danger to anyone. Pfft. Reminding herself to add these two goons to her list of people never to look up if she ever needed to hire some security, she feigned an innocent smile as the bouncers turned and allowed Jax to follow her inside.

"Neat trick," Cordelia commented, her smile genuine this time as they headed downstairs to the club. She imagined, judging from what Jax had told her about his being able to make metal sharper and heavier as well, that things got pretty messy when he decided to turn them the other way around. In contrast, he really was a great ally to have on your side during a fight - as was emphasized a moment later when he 'vamp-proofed' the coat she was wearing. Initially, the action caused Cordy to raise an eyebrow, some snarky comment already forming on her lips, when she actually did feel the previously heavy tools in the pockets and linings lighten up, but simultaneously harden into what actually would be pretty decent protection. And hey, she didn't anticipate having much of a problem dealing with a couple of vamps, but not having to worry about being gutted by some crazy knife-wielding bloodsucker was in no universe a bad thing if you asked her. Plus, the coat was now light enough that she'd be able to move pretty quickly even in the midst of a fight.

Experimentally moving around a bit, she brightened. "Oh, those vamps are not gonna know what hit them. Thanks!" she told Jax. As far as weapons went, well, by way of answer Cordy reached into her purse and quickly pulled out a sharpened wooden stake. "I'll stick with this. Not very subtle, but it definitely gets the job done." Simple, but effective. A stake combined with the combat training she'd received from Angel would probably be more than enough to deal with these vampires, and this way she wouldn't have to worry about any potential...well, klutziness with a new weapon in hand.

Twirling the stake lightly, she took a glance into the club. "Okay. So two of them are sitting at the bar, making eyes at a waitress. Then two tables over from them there's another one, a woman, and two more somewhere on the dance floor we'll have to watch out for. I didn't see more than that, but no promises..." Oh. Right. The vision thing. Cordelia only just realized that she'd never taken the time to explain it properly, but...hopefully Jax would go with her on this one.

[Jax]

Jax nodded as she drew a stake out, if she was comfortable with it then that would work best for her, Jax prefered more variety in his weapons but to each their own was a standard belief of his. As it was the thing that surprised him... startled him was the fact she seemed to more or less know exactly what was gonna happen before it did. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on the possibilities were many, at least six off the top of his head... he really hoped it wasn't the worst case scenario one... that one was just creepy. The smile fell off his face as her smile fell as she finished talking a little to in depth about what to expect, his face as serious as it got he raised a hand and pointed at her.

"Okay Cord, this is the deal I don't know what is going on her, and usual I don't even charge for killing vamps, I hate those F@^kers with all my soul but this... this is odd so here it is, when I... when we get done in there ya tell me WHAT THE F@^K is going on."

To make a point he would have prodded her in the chest as he did when he intimidated most people but... seeing as she was female and his date he figured that might be bad for so he satisfied himself with lighting another cigarette. A blue glowing tip released another burst of the smell of tobacco and sea salt... a strange combination he made a note to move on to the next brand... or maybe a different flavor at least. Regardless his attention shifted to the door and the frown and glare vanished because he strangely believed this woman he barely knew... and that meant vampires were on the other side of that door. Jax loved a good brawl, it got the blood pumping... but to pop a vampire in a cloud of dust... it was one of the most glorious of things to do. His smile returned, that savage feral grin that seemed to reach down to the little knob on the spine of a watcher and hit that button marked 'uh oh', that smiled screamed a joy of what he did... and he didn't hold back as he lashed out with his steel toed foot and kicked open the door before him and stepped into sound. The room blared techno for a moment as he strode into the room as if he owned the place and the DJ just looked at him for a bit before reaching out his hand and turned down the volume at this man who had obviously stepped out of a heavy metal music video.

Jax spread out his arms axe in hand and grinned at the room at large, his joy apparent.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, low down filthy blood suckers of all @&*#ing ages welcome ta my nightmare world! Now I am sure you are wondering what the h@&l is going on and it is quite simple, I have good reason ta believe vampires are in this establishment and I have decided to come, conquer.... and then possibly pee on your miserable ashes. I haven't decided yet. The point of the matter is into every life some rain must fall... in this case... a most unfortunate rain."

Jax reached into his 'backpack' and pulled out the one device containing not a hint of metal... a old scratched up super soaker. A series of silver crosses had been painted onto the water tank and displaying this to the watchers from bar, tables, and dance floor he noticed several seemed suprised... all of them in fact. More when he opened 'fire'. He aimed high to hit all the crowd, to make sure everyone got a sprinkling at least. He laughed with a feral joy as the water decended, most just watched bemused but a few... scattered in the crowd recoiled, screamed, tried to cover themselves as the water hit their skin and... did absolutely nothing. One young looking man kept screaming till a man next to him slapped him upside the head and pointed out his skin was not melted or smoking. The screamers looked at themselves confused and then at Jax.

Jax just grinned.

"Like I would waste holy water on ya bunch of pathetic leeches. Now then... c'mon if ya think ya hard enough!"

The once screamers glared at Jax and Cordelia and before the other patrons... changed, their faces becoming monsterious before their very eyes. They glowered at Jax."

"That's it! Put on ya happy face"

He loved his life.

[cordy]

All things considered, Cordelia couldn't really blame Jax for reacting the way he had. She had just kind of thrown him into this, after all, and actually...compared to some of the reactions to her abilities she'd gotten in the past, his was fairly accepting. So in reponse to his confrontation, she gave a brief nod. "Fair enough. Just bear with me here." she told him earnestly; despite the craziness of their situation...she was being straight with him here. Apparently, bearing with her was something that Jax could do, because only seconds later he had loudly kicked down the door. Well. That was...effective. Cordy shrugged; she was just glad he wasn't arguing.

She hadn't quite prepared herself for Jax's no-reservations approach to the situation, however. As soon as he began addressing the club at large, Cordy tensed and gripped the stake in her hand a little more tightly. If his words spooked the vampires into starting their raid early, they were going to have a problem. People were going to die. And...and...her worrysome thoughts trailed off as she watched her date pull out the super soaker and proceed to douse the crowd with...regular ol' water. Resulting mostly in a crowd of slightly irritated clubbers, but also, in a very few but very notable cases, complete bouts of panic. Huh. Cordy placed her free hand on her hip, unable to keep from smiling slightly at the scene that was currently playing out. It looked like Jax really did know what he was doing...

Now came the messy part. As soon as the vamps realized they'd been played, they immediately morphed into game face. And naturally, when a group of people scattered throughout a crowd suddenly sprouted fangs and lunged into an attack, complete and utter chaos would follow. Joy. It was difficult to see all of what was going on, but the brunette caught a glimpse of two of the nearest vampires to the stage darting for Jax...before her view was cut off by a stampede of people who, to put it lightly, were kinda freakin' out!

Trying to block the screams out of her head, Cordelia instinctively whipped around to face the vamps that had been seated at the bar. Already they were on their feet, and they seemed to be making an attempt to prevent as many wildly panicking people from escaping as possible. Yeah, not gonna happen. Narrowing her eyes, Cordy shoved her way through the crowd and plunged the stake through the first unsuspecting vampire's back and right into his heart. Her only regret? That she hadn't gotten to see the look on his face as he fell to the floor and turned to ash. It'd probably been priceless.

The look on his companion's face was almost as good, though. Cordy grinned slightly at the outraged bloodsucker as he dropped the woman he'd been attacking, his hazy predatory eyes meeting her gaze balefully.

"Nice fangs, Count Dracula. Seriously. You're almost as scary as every other generic bloodsucker around here."

Snarling, the vampire rushed her, and Cordy - who'd been trained in combat by a vampire who actually wasn't a half-assed excuse for a creature of the night-, lightly sidestepped before throwing a buckling kick at the vamp's back as he skidded past her.

So far, so good. Although she couldn't imagine Jax having much more trouble than she was, Cordy shot him a quick glance. Really, it was clear that New York's vampire population wasn't used to their food putting up a fight. Sucked for them.

...No pun intended.

[Jax]

Jax smiled at the vamps smiled at them still as people rushed around screaming, the usual denials of what was happening, the usual prayers for the world to make sense, the usual stupidity and some of the vampires rather then making sure their food didn't escape made the on wise decision to confront Jax baring down on him with fang and hands.

"@&#@ it this is just like Christmas ya know?"

One of the vamps jumped at him, hurtling himself into the air reaching for the heavy metal metahuman. In all it seemed to be a bad idea as the cross etches hammer side of the axe rose to meet him. Mere bone was pulverized in the impact and the vampire screamed in agony not only from the bones shattered but from the burns on his insides from the cross symbols, He fell to his knees whimpering in pain and looked up to Jax and saw only the grin of a shark as Jax pulled free the axe and brought it around once, a soft SNICK rang out as it arced at the vampire's neck and a cloud of ash drifted to the ground.

"I mean ya go the year waiting for something like this ta happen, ya see the promises the gifts seem to call out ta ya."

A second rushed Jax and this time his steel toed boot lashed out and connected with... a very soft and tender region of flesh. The vamps eyes bulged out and the sound he made as he fell to his knees holding this tender area could only be described as a squeek... only less manly. Jax raised the sharpened shaft of the axe and speared the vamp through. An almost grateful look crossed his face before he fell to pieces.

"Then the big day arrives and there they all are all lined up and sure most of the stuff ends up being shirts or underpants..."

Jax took his golf bag off his back and hurled it foward at one vamp the bag suddenly MUCH heavier then it was moments ago, a quick meep of panic escaped the undead's lips and then a scream as he was pinned under a rib crushing weight. He struggled but it would not move. It kept getting heavier and heavier, Jax ignored the agony he was inflicting and held up the wooden shaft of his axe to intercept the blow of a vampire. The hand descened and the food shattered to the grin of the vamp leaving Jax to hold two wooden pieces with a metal core within small and not very good hold on the weapon. The vamp smiled only briefly as he encoutnered one of mankind's oldest attacks, his oldest use of his head... from six inches away. Jax's head collided with the vamps face, the severe impact shattering the monster's fang as Jax stabbed upwards with the pieces of wood in his hand and a shower of ashes sprinkled atop the prone vamp. A slight bit of blood oozed down Jax's head unnoticed, he just continued talking.

"But sometimes you find it, find what ya have been waiting all year for, what ya had been such a very good boy for... today is my good boy toy."

Holding the broken axe over his head Jax slammed it down on the prone vamp and picked up his golf bag from the gathering black sand.

"It's my Christmas."

The vamps were drastically lowering their numbers, those that were not dead or dying were making a hasty retreat and Jax his heart pumping with adrenaline, his body surging on testosterone stomped over to Cordelia with a smile on his face, turned her around, smiled and putting one hand at the small of the waist and putting the other on her shoulder to dip her as his mouth mashed into hers, his lips meeting hers and as the kiss went on and he was bent over him his heart surged with joy and he pulled his face away just a couple of inches to look her eye to eye.

"Merry @*@&ing Christmas to me..."

For a moment Jax was happy, soaring, and then... reality made it's apperence. He went over in his mind what he had just done and slowly the smile on his face so jublient turned to a frown without him moving from the awkward position.

"... ... ... Crap... This is the part where I get maced isn't it."

Part of his brain entertained the idea of apologizing but... he realised in truth he wasn't really sorry. He didn't want to lie to her about that.