Caden broke the glare he had on Anya as the drinks approached their table, he noticed that they were shots. Caden watched as the two boys grabbed shots and downed them rather quickly, soon he noticed Anya doing the same. He grabbed a shot and downed it, placing the glass back onto the table. Caden wasn't much of a drinker but he had, had a few shots here a there. He wasn't paying much attention to the boys or Anya but they had struck his attention, suddenly. He watched as Anya leaned closer Carson and whispered something into his ear, had to be something, for the fact that his eyes became for lovey-dovey. Carson froze when she placed a hand on his leg and when she whispered into his ear, goosebumps went down his back. Caden tilted his head to the side, confused about what she was up to.

Anya narrowed her eyes, glancing over to Caden. She puckered her lips slightly, a smile appearing on her face. It was hard to tell if it was working. He did look pissed off though. She sighed. "Caden," She said sweetly. "Is something wrong?" She asked, tilting her head in a cute manner. She turned her attention back to Carson. "I hate to cut this short but I need to talk with your friend. Call me whenever you like. Feel free to give my number to your friend as well," She whispered, handing him a slip of paper. She stood up from the table.

"Can I talk with you, Caden?" She asked, the sweet tone still staying. She grabbed Caden's arm and yanked him from the table, her hand slipping down from his arm to his hand as she guided him out of the bar. She walked down an alley, holding his hand in a tight grip, then she pinned him against the wall, her hand on his chest. "You seem pissed off. I am actually trying to have fun tonight so what is your problem?!" She gritted her teeth. "You are just upset because I am not giving you attention? Is that it?" She asked sharply. Maybe Anya was overreacting a little bit but she was starting to get pissed off herself. She could never get to this supernatural. It drove her crazy. "Tell me," She paused, moving her face close to his. "Why did you glare at me? I wasn't going to kill your friends. You already knew that. So tell me the truth," Her voice sounded serious.

Caden watched as Anya got up from her seat and turned to him asking him a question, he nodded slowly in agreement. Standing up he felt his arm being yanked by her, feeling as her hand slowly slipped down to his hand, he followed her. Grunting as he was pushed against the wall, pressure being placed on his chest, he looked at Anya. He listened as she spoke, sounding well pissed off, so he did his part correctly. When she finished speaking he chuckled and a smirk appeared again. "Anya, You seem to be more pissed off at me, and I don't need the attention from you." Ending his sentence with a straight face, he brought his face down closer to hers, moving to her ear, whispering. "Anya, I'm not worried about you killing my friends cause I can kill you before you touch them. I want you to tell me the truth, what the hell are you planning? Cause I know for a fact your not drunk, and your have no interest in my two friends. Am I right?" He ended his sentence, bringing his head back up smirking.

Anya blushed when he moved his face closer to hers. Why did she blush? It was just human nature she guessed. She had that upset look on her face. Her teeth were gritted. "Your friends are cute I won't lie about that but I hate to crush their dreams," She said casually. Anya froze. He was catching onto her plan. He probably already knew what her plan was. She gulped. "What do you think my plan is, Caden? You have that smirk on your face like you can read me like a book. You act like you have me figured out." She paused then continued.

"Did you expect this?!" She asked. She gentle placed her hands on the back of his neck. Her face moved close to his as she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. She hesitated afterward. She was so caught up in proving a point that she pushed herself to do something this stupid. Without saying anything, her lips slowly moved away from his cheek. She looked up at his tall figure. Anya couldn't believe herself yet she looked down at his lips then looked back into his eyes. Okay maybe she felt a little buzz from drinking. For a moment there she expected him to kiss her and that was when it hit her. There was no way he was going to kiss someone who threatened to kill his friends and who had attempted to kill him. She lowered her eyes and moved her face away from him.

Caden felt as her hands approached the back of his neck, and his eyes widened as her face got closer. Soon he felt as her lips met with his cheek. It surprised him. When she lowered herself from his cheek a slight redness appeared on his cheeks soon fading. He looked at her, his head tilted. Caden wondered if she had actually had a little too much to drink, as he thought she would never do anything like this to him. He was puzzled, confused. But, something was off, and he noticed it. She seemed, almost upset. Watching her turn her face away from his, he wondered if he had done something wrong to upset her. Caden placed his hand on her chin, guiding her head back to him. "No. No, I didn't expect that." He paused, then speaking again. "But, I would like to know why you seem...upset." He said ending his sentence with a very soft tone. His soft side began to show, something that never really appeared often on Caden. He didn't know why he wanted to know if she was alright or not, maybe just his instinct, but he wanted to make sure she was alright.

Anya's eyes blinked a few times as he brought her face close to his again. She was aroused by his soft tone. Was he worried about her? It caught her off guard. Her lips parted but it took her a moment to speak. She seemed confused like she didn't even know what to say. "Supernaturals I have dealt with were too caught up in their power. So they were dumb-founded and easy to kill." Her words moved slowly as she looked into his eyes. It took her a moment to add to what she was saying. "I want to kill you so bad," She paused letting off a soft, kind of drunk laugh. She wanted to finish this mission. She wanted to make her boss so proud of her especially since she is the only woman hunter. But she couldn't bring herself to kill him.

"My plans never work with you because you always figure them out," She scoffed. She was upset with herself more than Caden. She bunched her fingers into a fist. "You don't run, you aren't scared of me. Instead, you challenge me all the time and it pisses me off," She said in a quiet, light-hearted tone. Anya closed her eyes for a long moment. It felt like the drinks were finally kicking in. Anya sighed softly. She gulped, noticing how close their faces were. She felt a blush crawling onto her face again, her eyes full of curiosity like she hoped he would do something. Anya rarely ever blushed. She actually wished she didn't blush since she was a hunter after all. But...she was still human after all.

He continued to listen as spoke again, his eyes noticing fists being clenched. Could she that mad, he questioned. The tone of her voice fell deep Caden, could tell that she was upset. He was unsure what to do, where we're locked onto each other, but he didn't know what to do. He let his actions and body take control, "You do know its okay to show emotions, right?" He teased her, moving his face closer, his still on her chin. "Somethings bothering you and I can tell."

Anya closed her eyes for a long moment. She needed to relax. "I am not given missions often and if I slack off I will get severely punished," She whispered. She shivered just thinking about the punishments. Some punishments lead to death if hunters disobey missions or orders. "So I have to kill you," Her voice quivered when she said that sentence. She gulped, pushing that quiver aside like she attempted to hide it. "I was taught in my training to not show emotions," Yet she was blushing deeply. She had that cute nervous look in her eyes. She seemed so quiet and passive like she wouldn't hurt a fly.

Anya couldn't admit it. She couldn't kill him. She won't. She refuses. She placed her face against his chest. She found comfort with him. It was probably the drinks she had making her seek comfort. After a moment or two she moved her face away from his chest, her lips placing a small kiss on the base of his neck. Anya didn't know what she was doing anymore. "I may be a little bit drunk," She laughed softly.

What was this feeling? At first Anya just thought it was because of the drinks. Maybe it was something more? It couldn't be feelings could it? No. Anya wasn't allowed to show her feelings. She went through a couple months of training just to shut off her feelings. She lifted her head off of his chest, looking deep into his eyes. She held back a small smile but it was obvious she was holding one back. "You don't feel that," She asked slowly, her lips almost touching his. She was talking about feelings. She had butterflies in her stomach. It felt weird. It had been a long long time since she has felt that. She then hesitated. "Damn it," she murmured, moving her face away from his but still staying in his grasp. "I shouldn't be acting this way." She was hesitant when saying that almost like she wanted something to happen between them. She could get punished if someone finds out. Probably a physical beating by the other hunters. This isn't good yet for some reason being with him felt irresistible.

Anga gulped. She shouldn't be like this towards a supernatural. It was wrong. "You don't like me and I know it, Caden. I tried to kill you so you should hate me...yet I...." she can't say it. Now or never. She moved her hand towards her pocket, pulling out a small knife. She held the blade to his stomach, ready to stab him when she wanted to. Her hand was shaking but it was hard to notice. She didn't apply pressure, she just held the knife there. How did he make her hesitate? She was still trying to figure that out. It disturbed her. She moved her face back towards his. Why was it so hard for her to do? She has done this so many other times. Her grasped tightened on the knife but her hand didn't move.