The Deaths have no chill (Taylor Made)

Oh dear. A rather imposing ruffian, stinking of alcohol as well. Mei had to admit he was a rather disgusting and unsightly individual this man, and most likely a member of some gang or other. Well, she wasn't particularly interested in trouble, hopefully she could avoid it. Thus, she smiled sweetly up at the tall drunk gang member before speaking in that gentle cheerful voice of hers. "I am just sightseeing good sir and did not intend to intrude upon anyone or anything here. I am sorry if I have bothered you." she said as she looked up at him with kind eyes. Maybe it'd work and she could get on her merry way?

"Ey, come on over here! Look what I've found." Alejandro said turning back to the kiosk to notice the other two ducking in an attempt to hide. They failed of course and just snickered, dropping the tequila glass that their friend had left behind. It fell to the ground with a shatter, as the pair gave up trying to be stealthy and just crawled out of the make-shift trade place.

"Ooooh" Juan said as he closed in on the woman. "What'd she say? Did she say she's ssssight sssseeeing?" he slurred, with heavy sarcasm. "Which tourist crawls in lonely streets this late?" Miguel added, creeping up behind his buddies and walking on behind the girl so the three tattooed men surrounded her. "Haven't you heard, itsss dangerousss..." Juan continued as Alejandro chuckled. "Come on lady, give us a name," Alejandro beckoned. "And tell us what you're really doing here." he finished.

Really..these guys were starting to be a real pain for her. Drunk too. She knew she should just leave, but they were starting to bother her, and..perhaps, just perhaps she could have a little..fun. She knew she shouldn't but eh, they deserved it. With a soft smile she took a step closer to Alejando, placing a hand on his chest as she looked up at him with sweet, big round eyes. "Oh..it's dangerous?..well..perhaps a big, strong man like yourself could protect a little lady like Mei?" she asked, biting her lower lip sweetly as her hand trailed little patterns on his chest.

She then looked at the other two with that same expression before looking back at Alejando. "I mean..those two look real, real scary" she said, one hand resting discreetly near her pistol.

Ugh, they were absolutely revolting! And extremely rude too, throwing around insults more than likely, one of them especially obvious about it. She was sure the man before her had all sorts of plans, but at least her own plan was working. Now she just needed to get them close, she didn't want to waste time freezing some of them, easier to take them all out at once after all. "Oh, but that one looks like a problem..he looks so dangerous"She said, gesturing to Juan, "just look at his eyes..He looks about ready to murder you...you gonna just let him front you like that? ...though..I do think a dangerous man like him is kinda hot.." she almost purred as she looked into Juan's eyes. Time to let jealousy and a wish for dominance spark the fire.

Mei smiled as she watched the three men fight, well, two of them, the third one simply seeming to find the whole thing hilarious. Not that she could blame him, it was a bit comical, but it had worked as she intended and now, they were all three close enough. She had needed to let loose even before they approached but now, she really had a need for it, feeling a slight tingle building in the lower part of her stomach.

Slowly, she pulled out her gun as the men fought, absentmindedly tracing the tip of her tongue over the barrel, a soft, sensual exhale of breath which turned to find mist as the gun armed itself before she walked towards the men, pointing her pistol at their legs. With a little giggle and her lower lip caught between her teeth she pulled the trigger, sending a ray of misted cooling liquid at the three men, any tissue and fabric it came into contact with freezing to sub-zero temperatures in seconds, turning their legs from about the knees into icicles in moments.

The voices that usually would have been limited to grunts and groans through pain, released loud cries. What started as surprised gasping had now morphed into blood-curdling howls. On any other occasion, the men would have probably bitten their lips and swallowed their pitiful display, but they were drunk and had little control over themselves.

"I-I" Juan started, wanting to declare that he felt like his legs were on fire, the irony was the image he saw when he stared downwards with panic filled eyes. Miguel's laugh had left no trace upon vanishing after the onset of the pain. He too stared at their frozen limbs, whimpering at the sight of his own cyanotic legs. They men hung in the air awkwardly, weighed down by hardening block of ice that grew over their pants.

"WHY? - WHO?!" Was all Alejandro managed to scream, disjointed questions which he was frankly in no position to ask. The ice was slowly draining them of their high, the cold and the alcohol made it very difficult for Juan to hold his bladder... A streak of warmer fluid seeped into the ice, before being crystallized in place.