[15-01:02] 4ad, ºMarley Watkins 
: It's about the only place in the city that won't let me drink, though. *leans in, brushing her cheek against Shika's* And I'm so unpleasant when I don't have anything to drink *has no idea who Shika is. For all she knows, this is just another person trying to get fucked in one way or another*
[15-01:10] 595, *Shika Hisayo : *Blinks, leaning back to look at her face, then leaning back in* How old are you, dear? Certainly look the part...but y'know, sometimes it takes more than looks. *Laughs a little, continuing the dance, knowing it's slowing down and coming to the end*
[15-01:15] 4ad, ºMarley Watkins : I'm old enough *turns her head so that her lips stroke the other woman's cheek, getting a slight case of Roman Hands*
[15-01:21] 595, *Shika Hisayo : *Smirks slightly, turning her towards the exit of the dance floor* Well...I don't know if it's such a good idea, but...anyone that makes me feel this good deserves a drink. Wanna join me in the V.I.P lounge for a drink, dear? *Shivers slightly from her actions, tilting her head back slightly*
[15-01:24] 4ad, ºMarley Watkins : *gets paid to make people feel good, but it's nice to know she can do it without it... not that she hadn't known, of course* Absolutely. *poor girl, reacting like that. She must not have been laid in weeks*
[15-01:29] 595, *Shika Hisayo : *Nods and leads her to the V.I.P room on the second floor, buying drinks...but it's not long before they're in her car and heading for her apartment, getting to know each other intimatly...wink wink*
[15-01:30] 595, *Squirrel: *Dusts off hands* And that is that
[15-01:31] dd2, *Anastasia Giovanni: ((am I alone?))
[15-01:33] 595, *Squirrel: Sorry, Anastasia. I'm heading off to bed
[15-01:34] 595, *Squirrel: And Envy already left apparently
[15-01:35] 595, *Squirrel: Night
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[15-01:42] dd2, *Anastasia Giovanni: ((im all alone*sniffs*))
[15-02:00] dd2, *Anastasia Giovanni 
: *on a hilltop in the welloff area of town the gates to a very nice house open and moving vans enter one after the other. After about 15 vans a black corvertable pulls up into the drive stopping at the gates. The door opens and a woman that looks no more then 18 steps out of the car. A very well endon woman with slender legs and dark hair tan skin. She walks down the drive to the sold sign by the street and pulls it free from the earth. Dusting off her hands she pulls off her sunglasses and looks around. Turning around to look at the large estate that stands behind her she starts back up the drive getting in the car. It starts up and finish the drive up the long path to the house the gates closing behind the car.*
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[15-16:20] 595, *Squirrel: <_< >_>
[15-16:32] 595, *Squirrel: *Changes Shika's profile, then is out*
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[15-18:00] fad, ºEnvy: helloooo everyone
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[15-18:01] 595, *Squirrel: Hellooooo Envy
[15-18:02] fad, ºEnvy: I'm glad that you didn't leave for real Squirrelie
[15-18:03] 05b, *Jayde: *waves from her corner where she's busy catching up on email*
[15-18:03] 595, *Squirrel: Oh no, I did for a little bit, but then I saw you come online and decided to come back in.
[15-18:03] 595, *Squirrel: Hey Jayde
[15-18:04] fad, ºEnvy: I'm here. I just woke up from a nap *waves to Jayde, catching up on e-mails too*
[15-18:11] 595, *Squirrel: I'm just playing Ratchet and Clank 2, trying to get all the objectives complete and finding all the extra stuff
[15-18:12] fad, ºEnvy: *is done with the e-mails* So there is this sad tale about a girl with a glass of vanilla soy milk. This girl forgot to shake the vanilla soy milk before pouring it so it's not quite as tastey as she had hoped.
[15-18:12] 05b, *Jayde: Ick
[15-18:13] 595, *Squirrel: Eww
[15-18:14] fad, ºEnvy: Yeah. Not so magical.
[15-18:25] fad, ºEnvy: now brb. my dad's on the phone
[15-18:35] fad, ºEnvy: K. I'm back. are you both still here?
[15-18:35] 05b, *Jayde: *still here*
[15-18:36] 595, *Squirrel: *Too*
[15-18:37] fad, ºEnvy: wonderful. did you guys want to RP or just sit around in uncomfortable silence?
[15-18:38] 05b, *Jayde: RP is better
[15-18:38] 595, *Squirrel: I'll just head to the bathroom and then I'll be good for RP
[15-18:41] fad, ºEnvy: ok, sweetie. Any brilliant genius ideas like you always have, Jayde?
[15-18:42] 05b, *Jayde: I don't always have them :-P and I'm tired, I just got home today, I'm a bit slow right now :-P
[15-18:42] 595, *Squirrel: Sweetie...*snickers*
[15-18:43] fad, ºEnvy: *thinks Squirellie is a sweetie.*
[15-18:45] 05b, *Jayde: *tries to think*
[15-18:46] 595, *Squirrel: There is an endearing sweetness that I have on the net, yes
[15-18:46] fad, ºEnvy: I'm glad you're back.
[15-18:48] 595, *Squirrel: Me too, hehe
[15-18:49] 595, *Squirrel: lol...Anna Nicole modelling Rikku from FFX2...talk about wrong kind of model.
[15-18:51] fad, ºEnvy: Who do you want to play, Squirrel?
[15-18:52] 595, *Squirrel: As always, I can play anyone ya want, anywhere ya want.
[15-18:54] fad, ºEnvy: I want to play Kailynn at the Bush, yet I could always double up since I'm not being all that overwhelmed
[15-18:56] 595, *Katya Yudin 
: ((Then I'll just slip in Katya's skin))
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: *sets a tray full of empty beer glasses on the bar. Dolled up like the school girl from Hell, she's not getting bad tips at all tonight* 'Nother round.: *Up on stage, performing for the early evening crowd, glistening with a thin sheen of sweet from the exertion of the dances she's already performed today and the waitressing and the private sessions which she still had to look to through the rest of the night, at least another hour or so, unless she could duck out early...smiles as she continues the dance, stripping down her skirt for a fresh wave of bills to come up on stage, only clad in a white thong and boots, both stuffed with bills already. She walks to the end of the run way and grips the pole, pushing it between her chest and sqautting down low, grinning sexily to the patrons up front. She'd gotten much more comfortable as of late, performing without Damali watching from somewhere and then discarding the pasties, giving her all on stage*: ((Okay, trying this again)): *lifts the now full tray of beer and puts it on her shouler as she walks back into the bear pit to distribute the drinks to the already half-plastered crowd, who seem quite pleased with Katya's performance* Settle down, fella's or you're going to get bounced *smiles, obviously not serious since they're not being that bad.*: *he slowly walks in the back door. He was better, but he was far from healthy. However, one did not have to be in perfect health to execute an escape from the hospital, especially when they still didn’t ever get your full name, so they couldn’t find him once he was out. Though the fact that the only clothes he could find of his were his pants and shoes and coat hadn’t helped matters, the coat was good but he still felt cold, and it meant he had to keep it zipped up to hide the bandages on his chest still. He was healing very quickly, but not quickly enough. He’d be really happy once this was all a very, very painful memory dulled by alcohol, once he could start drinking again. He’d gotten as much of the medicine they’d told him needed as he could manage to sneak out, which wasn’t much, but it was better than staying. He’d come to the club to find out what was going on employment wise, as far as when he needed to start showing up, and if he was going to be able to get the pay for what he’d already so far, he was going to need it more than likely to get through the next few days, he was going to see if he could buy some more of the drugs he needed from a less than legal source. He makes his way out the front and over to the bar, to talk to whoever is on duty*: *Stands back up now, flicking her back and shaking her hips from side to side before jumping up and spinning around in mid-air, reaching out to grab around the pole and using her momementum to gracefully swing around, tucking one knee under her and keeping the other leg straight out, both hands on the rail to keep her balance, landing on the floor with timing to end the dance just as it ends, but there are still a few seconds left<i>...hmm, long enough of a time that she can't just stay there and pant...gotta give them more...aha!</i>She pushes herself back and lays flat on the stage, spreading her legs and pumping her hips up rapidly, finishing off the song with an exhausted collapse, breathing heavily*: *Flicking her hair back: *Katya collects her earnings and heads off stage, back to the dressing rooms, gathering her breath and resting for a little before waitressing* ((bbiab, dinner)): *takes the tray back to the bar and takes the opportunity to slip up on a barstool* Hey, get me a water when you get a chance. *puts her elbows on the bar, leaning over a bit*: *notices Kailynn, but doesn’t say anything and just looks down at the bar top, hoping not to draw attention as he waits for the person on duty to take care of the pending orders and her water. He’s not sure if she’d turn him in or what for breaking out of the hospital already, he still didn’t really know her that well, but she was the only one here who knew he’d been hurt that bad, or at least he was pretty sure she was still the only one who knew yet*: ((test)): *the water slides to her pretty quickly, since the orders for drinks will come pouring in during the break. Her feet hurt and she's getting tired.* I can feel your wicked eyes, you know. *turns her head with a little smile looking at Jaylin, the music quiet enough so that her voice carries just fine if he's far away*: *turns his head slowly and smiles, knowing he’s at least been caught for being here in the first place* Hey…I didn’t see you there….*even he knows that was stupid, but he’s still a bit tired, especially after his escape* Looks like things around here are…running smoothly…hope it still is when, if things go well, I get back to work.: It's fine. I told Cecile about your mother dying. She was sympathetic. *smiles and slips off the stool, going towards the back room*: *Comes out of the dressing room, a bit more dressed than she was on stage, but still leaving little to the imagination with a very, almost to tight T-shirt that only covers her chest and a bit of her abdomen, the same white boots she had up on stage and a pair of black hotpants, showing the strings of her thong beneath. Hefting up the tray, she goes about business, getting orders for drinks and such, getting in the giggling state of mind for the butt slaps and grabs or various comments*: *the changing process is always exhausting to her. Peeling from one costume to another, knowing that she has to just strip them off in moments anyway. Tonight, as the low, rumbling bassline of "Scorn" by Portishead begins, she comes out in a short black skirt, white shirt, black coat and a little tie, topped off with a top hat. Her dance is slow and menacing, and since it's a long song... the audience has plenty of time for it to sink in*: *And as predicted, there's a nice firm slap on the butt from behind as she is bent over and taking an order. A little harder than normal, even a bit painful, too...a short, but fiery scowl comes onto her face before she turns to the man, cradling her fingers under his chin and smiling, waving a finger at him and mouthing "Not so hard, hun"...getting another firm slap from the man that hadn't finished his order before she was interupted, wanting her attention back to him apparently. One for the wiser now she goes to the back of his chair and takes the order there, bottom safely out of reach in front and in back unless someone passes by, which no one does, thankfully. With an exasperiated sigh covered by the music she turns and starts on her way back to the bar, making sure to view the stage and watching Kailynn's dance begin while taking more orders.*: ((Gotta be away for alot longer than I thought, have to go out for a bit but I'll be back so Jaylin can just kinda...wander around till then or something *runs off before she gets yelled at*)): ((m'kay)): ((See ya when ya get back. And profile is updated)): *by the end, she's left in a black thong, with her hair let down and messy. Though her style isn't as vigorous as most of the girls, it's no less intense. Her movements are fluid and gracefull, muscles moving lightly under her fair skin*: *By the time her dance ends, Katya is in the back at the bar, letting her drink order be filled while she catches some breaths and watches until the end, clapping along with others. The first time she had seen Kailynn's body in the almost nude and she has to admit it's good. Once the drinks are ready, she makes her way back up to the seating section, and delivering as necessary making sure to blissfully pretend to not hear the lewd remarks and/or offers made by the various men...noting in the back of her mind the times of the crowd's changing from mild mannered and nice to sort of drunk and unsavory. The general direction of her serving moving towards the back*: *pulls up to the front of the club on her motorcyle(image in profile)and stops looking over the club*: *takes her time changing, coming back out in her little plaid skirt and leather studded bra, high heeled boots. Her hair is still down, since she makes more tips with it like that. She goes up to the bar to get a tray, but is told that she is needed to bartend. Fine. Less tips, but less groping*: *dismounting the Bike she looks around and starts to the door of the club. She is wearing tight black leather pants with high heel boots. The top is a black corsett also made of leather. As she makes her way threw the crowed to the doot*: *Five gropings later, she's returning back to the bar and leaning on it, wiping off her brow and tucking her hair back* Jesus...they can't keep their hands to themselves tonight. It's like today is "Grope the strippers as much as possible day". *Laughs lightly, stretching out and using the bar to lean back and pop her back, staying in that position for a bit*: *gets busy wiping down where the 'tender hadn't had time, then she starts making drinks in the down time until the next dancer takes stage* Yeah... bunch of savages. And it's not like we're even getting the best of tips for it. Want a drink?: *moves in the front door and pays the charge to get in. She stands near the door her eyes taking in the scene before her.*: Just a straight vodka, darling...make it cold too. Guess I've got a bit of time to rest, now. *Smirks slightly, turning back around and sliding onto a stool* So, how've you been Kailynn? Heard a lot from the other girls about you...don't trust half of it, but *winks* Never know. *Smiles to her, looking about as she feels a nice breeze come from outside, then back to Kailynn*
: A figure suddenly moves in behind Sacha, pausing beside her. It's Jon, as always dressed handsomely, with clothes that look a bit expensive. At least, more expensive than most people in here are used to. His eyes move around a bit, until he reaches up and removes the shades, neatly pocketing them in his shirt pocket.: OOC: *Kicks icon*: *pours Katya a nice Russian vodka that few even know are back there. A brand so good that you don't dare mix it (which actually exists, but her stupid player can't remember it... but there are ducks on the label!)* Oh? *slides the drink to her* Well, you tell me what you've heard and I'll tell you if it's true.: *feeling the man behind her she gives no notice that she even knows he is there. moving towards the bar pushing her way threw the crowd.*: He too makes his way through the crowd, casually eyeing the stripping area, a small smirk forming slightly. Turning his head away, he stepped up to the bar.: *looks up to the woman who just came in.... interesting. She must be looking for a job or something* What can I get you?: *slips onto a barstool and nods to the bartender.*tequilla: *Takes a sip from the glass, smiling over the rim and giving a nod of approval* Very good, darling..nice choice. *Pauses brifly to take another sip* Oh...I'd rather not say the kind of things they spread, but if you insist..well. You're an anitsocial druggie who enjoys an alcolhol induced orgy every day in the wee hours of the morning and...uh...some other things that aren't so nice involving a few references to STD's...like I said, don't beleive a lot of it one bit.: He steps up to the bar, but does not sit on a bar stool, instead, he just leans against the bar. Casually glancing around, waiting for the tender to make their way towards him, patiently.: ((brb, npc'd drinking at the bar)): *since no brand of tequilla was specified, she does as she was trained and pours a shot of the most expensive brand, giving it to Sacha* And you? *directed towards Jonathon, who she has to give another glance. She recognized him as the owner of the hotel, though he very well may not know her since she's not one of the more attention-depraved employees of this club who are taken to Sundance. The whole time, though, she has a little smile as she listens to Katya. Other than the orgy, none of it had been new to her... she'd heard it all*: *downs the shot and places the glass upside down when done.*Just bring the bottle.*turns from the bar to watch the show.*: *the bottle is brought by the other bartender, who had been working his way back down towards Kailynn*: ''Martini, plain.'' Slides her a bill big enough, plus quite a bit more, across the bar to her before looking over his shoulder to the show going on behind him.: *takes the bottle and drinks a shot stright from it as her eyes now go to Jonathon activating Auspex and looking his aura over.*: *Nods slightly to the newcomers, looking around the seating area and seeing if any of the men there need a fresh wave of drinks..luckily they don't and there's more time for her to rest and relax, get caught up...not to mention the lesser the groping*: *nods, pouring the vermuth and gin into the shaker and walks to the register with the bill as she shakes the drink. She places the change, then a coaster, then a glass down before pouring the martini through the top of the shaker and plopping in an olive* There ya go. *she moves back down the bar, pouring Katya another shot* guess I am a bit of a recluse, but I'm not technically antisocial.: Holds up a hand. ''Keep the change.'' Smiles and nods, picking up the martini glass and sipping it slightly, testing it. Good. His aura would show up as light blue and garishly bright.: *clicks her tounge and slowly looks around the bar*: *appears through the crowd, putting an envelope quickly into his jacket with a bit of difficulty since he doesn’t really feel like unzipping the jacket in here considering it’s still the only thing he has on that is working to cover his upper body, and he doesn’t need questions about first, why he’s got no shirt on, and two, why he has so many bandages. But, at least he did get paid for the time he had worked so far, to help with his ‘mothers funeral’. He’s actually finding himself very grateful that Kailynn lied for him, considering he’s such a horrible liar himself and he’s not sure what he would have said if he’d had to come up with an excuse on his own. Walking up and saying “Yeah, I was shot four times, and instead of dying like a normal person, I lived for no reason, so I need a while off” probably wouldn’t have worked, and ‘I have a cold’ he’s sure wouldn’t have worked either. He has to pause at the bar, walking was still not quite agreeing with him, and the painkillers he’s been on are starting to wear off since he hasn’t had anymore since his escape from the hospital earlier, but he doesn’t exactly have time to take care of that right now, or in the middle of the club. For all he knows someone would ask him to share*: *leans back for the change, before someone else picks it up. She nods, with a little smile* Thanks. *the loud music of some 80's pop tune comes on, ones that are so popular all of a sudden and there seems to be a little hush, that usually accompanies a new dancer coming on*: *puts the bottle back on the bartop and slips a $100 towards the bartender. before she opens her mouth to speak*So do you know of any good place to stay?*talking to Kailynn*: *pours just a plain orange juice and heads down the bar, stopping to answer Sacha on the way.* You should talk to him *nods to Jonathon, then continues on her way, putting the orange juice down in front of Jaylin* Here. It's good for you.: *looks to Jonathon*So I take it you know of a good place to stay?: He chuckles lightly, nodding to Kailynn, before looking back to Sacha. ''I should anyway. I own a hotel.'': *nods*i see: *looks down at the juice then up at Kailynn* I’ll have to take your word for it *decides to sit down for a minute, resting never hurt, as he starts to drink the juice* Hmm…I don’t think I’ve tasted orange juice in…well without something mixed in it, for a long while.: I think you need something to thicken up your blood for once. Besides, I'm not much good at bartending, so the sooner you come back, the happier I'll be *in the downtime, since the dancer started, she comes around from behind the bar to rest on a stool. Her eyes involuntarily close in relief*: Sips the martini lightly as he regards her with calm regard. ''I don't usually take buisness into clubs, but what can I do for you?'': Just got into town, looking for a place to stay.: *Nudges Kailynn lightly to get her attention, turning to her and putting on a fresh smile* So, when do you want me to model for you? I'm free anytime after work for you and I'm really excited about this...: Nodding he casually slips his hand into his shirt pocket and retrieves a small card. He then holds it out to her between two fingers. ''There you go.'': Oh *seems a little surprised. She'd actually forgotten about it in all of the excitement* Weekends are no good because I'm here, but... I have thursday off.: *takes the card she looks it over and nods*How far away is this place?: Thursday sounds great, Kailynn. You've got my info...meet at your place I assume?: It’s harder than most people think, but at least I don’t have to worry about the grope factor. *smiles before taking another drink from the glass, trying to look like he’s not overhearing what Katya is saying to Kailynn, it’s none of his business anyway, he’s not even sure what it’s about besides*: He ponders for a moment. ''A few miles. It's not really that far away.'': Yeah. Light is best in the morning, but if you're working the night before, then just come over whenever you wake up and get ready.: *nods and slips the card into her clevage*I will have to check it out thanks.: He just smiles and nods, watching the card disappear with no more then a glance. He was a gentleman for the most part. ''Just tell them that Jon sent you at the front desk. You'll get a discount.'' Chuckles lightly.: *smirks*Money has never been that big of a problem.*balancing on her clevage is a heart shaped diamond pendent*: I'll be sure to keep that in mind, hun. Thanks again for the offer...and I'll see you then. *Laughs as she sees it's time to go, disappearing into the backroom to get dressed and then she's out the door, waving*: *her head turns to smile a little at Jaylin* Just wait until they get drunk enough. They'll grope anything.: He shakes his head slightly, still chuckling lightly. ''At least let me buy you another next drink?'': *holds the bottle of tequilla up with a grin*why dont you join me in a shot.: I guess that’s something else to look forward to *raises the glass and smiles sarcastically before finishing the juice* Nice to get a warning, I’ll try and stay behind the bar as much as possible.: He sets down the mostly finished martini glass and nods, finally taking a seat, on the stool next to her. ''Sounds even better.'' Winks.: *holds up two fingers for the bartender*Need some shot glasses: *her smile fades as the 'tender calls for her to get her ass back behind the bar* Excuse me. Someone has to do your job while you're... mourning. *hops off the stool and slips back behind the bar*: *would be the one to set a couple of shot glasses in front of Sacha* There you go. You want some salt, too?: *looks at Jon*I can hold mine it is up to him.: That slight smirk edges back onto his lips as he looks straight at Sacha. ''No thanks. I'll manage.'': *pours the two shots and takes her glass, bring it to her lips she opens her mouth and lets the liquid slip into her mouth as she swallows and sets the glass back down. turning her head to look at Jon*Hope you can keep up.: Well, with the fact that alcohol has no real effect on him, the toxins being filtered by his system, he most definitely can. She'll find that right as she looks sideways at him, and before she even spits out the second, his empty glass clinks against the bar. ''Hmm?'': *grins and pours another shot*Not many can.: *and she goes about making drinks and collecting tips, tucking them into her bra, then she leans back over to Jaylin* So you must be feeling better to be releases so soon.: He smirks again lightly. ''Well, you know me. Rich, white, major hotel owner. I'll probably pass out before round three.'' Grips the glass and throws it back, downing it quickly.: Sorry, I’ll try and…mourn as fast as I can so I can get back *leans forward with his eyes shut for a moment, getting home was going to be a bitch, to bad he didn’t have a car or something, paying for a cab was out of the question considering he still had to get the drugs he needed for the recovery, and getting them without a prescription was going to cost*: *leans in close letting her lips brush against his earlobe*Rich, white, hotel owner that barks at the moon. I think you will beable to handle it. Toxins pass threw your body rather quickly.*making sure her voice is low enough her words and just passed between the two of them.*: Yeah…better. Enough to walk out under my own power, which is good. Not sure if it’s normal, but it’s good *he’s leaning a little heavily on the bar, but he’s kinda tired, considering that yes, he had left the hospital on his own, but they hadn’t knowingly let him go*: His eyes shift sideways at her, for a moment, looking somewhat serious. He then suddenly bursts out laughing, as if he completely dismissed the fact that she somehow, someway knew what he actually was. ''Does that mean you're backing down?'' Playful grin.: *perhaps Sacha does or does not notice the rotten looks that she gets from the other dancers. They don't like this beautiful blond coming to take attention. Kailynn, on the other hand, really could care less* That is strange... the bullets must have missed everything. *more of a question than anything*: I never back down, it is a flaw in my design.*pours two more shots*: ''Good. I like flavored water.'' Technically that's all alcoholic drinks are. Flavored liquids. Picks the glass up and grins, throwing that one back too.: *after downing her shot she turns her glass upside down and looks at him.*Why dont you and I take a lil walk and you can tell me about your hotel. I need to know if it is the right one for me.: Yeah…must of. They didn’t really explain it to me; they were busy asking questions about how it happened. I don’t think they really liked me since I didn’t want to talk about it. *shrugs a bit, rushing through it, hoping it makes for a more convincing lie if he just doesn’t really talk about it at all in the first place*: He eyes her for a moment and then nods, slipping the shot glass back onto the counter. ''I'd be delighted. We aim to please.'': *slips a 50 down to cover any more expensives and ofcourse a tip. Slowly slipping off the barstool she makes her way towards the exit*: He too slips off the barstool and follows her towards the exit. Welcomes the blast of cool air as he steps outside.: *it's good enough for her. She turns her attention from him enough to pick up the $50 left and put it in the tip jar under the counter* I'm off in ten minutes.: *as they step outside she points to her motorcycle*Unless you wanna ride Bitch, I think we may need to call a cab.: Holds up a hand as he looks at her. In his and is some kind of remote, which he presses. A small beep beep issues and a quick flash of headlights across the street. Headlights belonging to his Dodge Viper. ''I didn't walk to get here.'': So…I should wait around or get lost? *he’s just one of those people who prefer things to be put blatantly when possible, especially considering it’s a good habit to get into when your drunk most your life, and you can’t understand anything that’s even slightly subtle*: *smirks*Now do you want me to follow? Or ride with you? Since I know you are dieing to know how I knew.: *shrugs lightly* It's up to you. I wouldn't mind if you stayed around. *pours a few more beers, sliding them down the bar*: ''I'll drive you.'' Crosses the street towards his car. He wasn't actually dieing to know. But she could think she held the upper hand.: Okay…*decides to stick around since, honestly, it’s easier then trying to get to the door and leave before the ten minutes are up anyway*: *grins and walks after as it was just a figure of speach. slipping into the passanger side she grabs the seat belt and buckles up, grossing her legs.*: *and when her shift is up, she walks out from behind the bar, tagging another girl to go back and help the bartender. On her way to the bar, she gets whistled at, shouted at, and groped, yet on her way out, in jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, bag slung over her shoulder, she doesn't even get a glance* Are you still at the hotel?: By this time he is already in the drivers side. Buckling in, he starts up the car. Taking a quick look around, he pulls out, shifting.: Yeah, same room and everything *stands up, forcing himself to stand up straight and not to look like it hurt, which it didn’t really hurt anymore from standing up, it was just kind of throbbing continually now, and starts walking for the door*: *tilts her head and looks at him*So tell me does your hotel cater to the needs of all?: (that should be 'on her way to the back' not bar): The car races along the road, the powerful engine sounding out with a gentle hum, kicking slightly as he shifts again. ''That is, in fact, the basis on which we are built.'': So you have alot of night visiters?: I've been staying there too, actually. Do you want to share a cab? *says it quickly, hoping he'll not put together that she has an apartment closer to the club than the hotel*: ''You'd be suprised.'' Shifts again, cruising along.: Well, I need a hotel I can work out of and not be asked to many quetions as well.: ''You won't find any better.'' She has no idea how many paranormal, regular, and other people operate their little lives out of his hotel.: Uh…I would but I don’t want to take any of your money, and I can’t really afford a cab at all right now…but it’s not too far to walk…pretty much. It’s good exercise for me…or something. *just looks forward as he walks with her out front*: And you dont even want to know what it is I do?: ''There are of course some rules and a disclaimer you will have to sign. But for the most part, no.''
: And what are these rules?: ''As long as you don't do anything to endanger the other people staying at the hotel or bring the authorities to my doorsteps, there isn't much. We do ask that if things are going to somehow get trashed, you keep the trashing to your rooms.'': *holds her hand out to the 'tender and almost immediately, her tips for the evening are placed into her hand* Thank you *and she continues walking with him out the door* Well, if you're up to the walk, I guess it couldn't hurt to walk with you... if the walk wasn't an excuse to avoid me all together. *says it without any kind of obligation for him to protest or whatever. just honestly... her style*: I go to the jobs they dont come to me. As for the cops, I dont deal in their real of knowledge.: ''I don't think we'll have a problem then.'' The Viper slows down, as they are nearing the giant hotel. A full 39 stories.: The walk was a fact of life, all of my money is spoken for already, unless you wanted it to be an excuse *offers a very sarcastic grin at the end of the comment*: *looks up at the hotel*and your prices for one of your besat suites?: ''Reasonable, I assure you.'' The cost actually varies, she'll have to look at a sheet. The car slows as he pulls to a stop outside the main entrance. A man clad in red, moves up to open her door.: *smirks and slips out of the car heading for the front door of the hotel.*: Alright then. Let's stop making so much of it and just walk. If you feel too tired, we can catch a cab at any time. *she's tired, her feet are aching, but nobody in her profession could turn down a good opportunity for exercise. She nods to the bouncer at the back door before walking out it* You know, the hotel gets pretty dirt cheap, but still pretty nice. Though, I must admit, I got you the cheapest room that I could and still have the booze.: Exits the car, flipping the keys to the guy, whom he knows quite well of course, falling into step beside Sacha. Two other men open the giant front doors for them.: I’ll be fine, all I’ve been doing is laying down for the last few days. *starts in the direction of the hotel once their outside.* The room is cheap, but it’s everything I need. Somewhere to sleep a bathroom, and booze should I run out…not that I can drink right now…something I’m really starting to hate, but the painkillers help a little.: *grins and walks in looking around*Nice very nice*turns and purrs at Jon*: ''As I said. We worked hard to please.'': Take it easy with them... they may be a little suspicious at the hospital if I'm the one that is responsible for bringing you in twice.: *moves towards Jon and gently touches the labell of his jacket*and so you know, Im not a hooker. No man could afford me.: He just smiles that handsome smile and looks down at her. ''You can't put a price on true beauty.'': Oh well my mother could, she called it a wedding ring.*turns and heads for the front desk.*So lets get the business out of the way shall we?: Not like I’d really have to worry about….*trails off, that was the really wrong thing to say at the moment* I’m going to just finish getting better, then it’s strictly drinking only again.: *moves out of the way of someone passing, having to dip behind him for a moment* I asked D... *almost clamps a hand over her mouth, but stops. She visibly jumps at her own mistake* the... guy that shot you. He promised me long ago that he wouldn't come back to the Bush. As long as he thinks your dead, you shouldn't bump into him there.: Okay, that’s good. Didn’t seem like he knew where I was living either, so I don’t have to worry about him watching the place for me…so I guess that means I don’t have to worry about getting shot again *he’s actively ignoring the fact that she almost said whoever the guys name was, which showed she obviously knew him, but Jaylin’s sure she’s not the reason the guy was after him, since she was the one intent on getting him to a hospital to save him, and could have told the guy he was there* I have to say, it’s a lot more painfully that TV and movies make it appear to be.: *steps up and bends over her elbows resting on the countar as she waist her curves shown off with the tight leather she wears gently rapping her nails on the countar*: People usually die in t.v. and movies. *puts her hands in the front pocket of her sweatshirt as she walks*
: That would make it hurt less wouldn’t it? *his tone has turned very sharp now as he walks, staring straight ahead* Too bad for me.: *looks down at the sidewalk, her jaw clenched... but she talks herself out of being angry with him. She shouldn't have been teasing him.*: ((*thinks someone was booted*)): ((*desides to call it a night here lets sacha check in and will be back tomorrow*Night all)): *just keeps walking in silence for a long while as they get closer to the hotel, forcing himself not to stop, though he’s hurting, and he’s feeling to hot with the jacket on and closed up like it is, but he’s not about to take it off* I hope you live nearby, I wouldn’t want to make you walk all this way then you have to walk back to somewhere far away.: ((night sweetie *huggles Sachabug*)): I live in the other direction, but I'm staying at the hotel for a little while.: Okay then *doesn’t offer anything else as the hotel finally gets into view, but he’s having trouble walking as quickly as he has been, though he isn’t going to say a word about it now*: *doesn't walk all that fast herself. 6 hours on boots have about done her feet in* Didn't we already go over this? With the cab: Don’t need a cab…the hotel is just down there *motions with his hand* Not like I’m going to kill myself or anything by walking.: *laughs softly* Nevermind. *gets momentarily distracted by how good pizza suddenly sounds. Oh yes... tonights tips are definately going towards pizza and beer* have you eaten?: No, been busy walking a lot…my next big purchase is going to be a car or something. Why? *finally turns his head to look at her*: I'm getting pizza. I can never eat a whole one by myself no matter how hard I try, and it's just better for my thighs that I don't even try.: Ahh, and what kind of pizza would this be?: From the place just down the street *smirks, pretty much figuring he was asking what she was going to get on it, not where she was getting it* I usually just get extra cheese. If you want something on it, I think for thirty five cents a topping, I can handle that.: I hate toppings actually. Too much to think about usually, also usually I eat whatever in front of me, but lately I’ve actually been aware of my surroundings…is the place air conditioned?: *shrugs as they walk up to the doors of the hotel* Hell if I know. I always get delivery. I'm too tired to go out.: I’ve never ordered pizza in my life…I keep forgetting you can do that. *shakes his head tiredly as he opens one of the hotel doors out of instinct for her* They didn’t always…well, it doesn’t matter, I’m tired and I can’t think straight.: *Well, that's strange and she gives him a look that says as much* thanks... *as she walks in, the pretty girl behind the desk loses her smile. It turns into nearly a scowl as Kailynn approaches the desk* Could you have a pitcher of Budweiser sent to my room please. *the woman gives her a nasty smirk, but nods, saying that of course... anything she wishes.* Thank you *Kailynn either doesn't notice... or really doesn't care. She just turns and looks back to Jaylin* My room's down the hall from yours. I'm going to order and shower. If you're not there in 20 minutes, I'll just assume that you went to sleep.: And that’s a fair assumption *nods and walks to his room, glancing at the desk girl once and giving her a grin, sort of getting the dirty looks now, and finding he doesn’t really care so much about them either*: *does as she says, orders and showers. The beer comes first, then the pizza. She sits on her bed, turning on the t.v. and opening the box. Her feet are tingling now that she's got them up, but she doesn't plan on stepping on them again. Flipping through the channels, munching on pizza*: *after getting into his room he strips down and heads for the shower, he has to change the bandages anyway. After taking care of that, and finding it a worse mess and more painfully than he could have imagined, he changes into some fresh clothes. A comfortable pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. As soon as all that done, he moves onto the painkillers, wondering who the guys who stand around on street corners hope to compare to some of this stuff, though he doesn’t take an amount that’s going to knock him out, just make the pain stop. He’s feeling a lot better by the time he leaves his room and heads down the hall Kailynn’s room, knocking on the door*: *calls out, her mouth obviously full* It's open.: *pushes the door open and walks in closing it behind him* You look comfortable *walks over and takes a piece of pizza out of the box and starts eating it* Good Pizza *he glances at the beer, but doesn’t move to have any, he can’t anyway, and doesn’t say anything about it*: *but she does* I got a whole pitcher... I can't drink it by myself. *isn't even thinking that he shouldn't drink with the painkillers*: While I…really want to…I can’t…painkillers…I’m not sure what the actually reason is, but I know I’m not suppose to.: Ah... right. It'll probably put you into a coma. *takes another massive bite from her pizza. Oh yes. It was exactly what she needed. Though she does swallow her food before she speaks again* You broke out of the hospital, didn't you?: Yeah, and someone would have to shoot me again to get me to go back *just said very simply as he reaches over and takes another piece of pizza* Of all the places in the entire world, anywhere else is better than there.: Pretty much. And what was the detective doing there. I saw her card on your table. *had decided to wait until he was feeling better to ask him about it*: She wanted me to tell her what happened. I said I wouldn’t, so she left the card there in case I ‘remembered’ anything. But I’m not stupid enough to say anything to the cops, they’d probably just get me hurt worse trying to ‘help’: *looks at him for a minute more, hoping he'd tell her if he'd told that broad anything about her* In most cases, yeah. Especially in this city: Yeah…anyway, I should get back to my room…breaking out of hospitals can really wear on a man, but thanks for the pizza. *gives her a smile before leaving the room and going back to his own before she asks anything else. While he really didn’t mind the questions, he’s just not really in the mood at the moment to answers to many*: OOC: *Sigh* I was booted last night: I saw one: *pokes da envy and is very evnyies of her cuz she got a cool tat*: I have a pic of it*grins*: *giggles*Oh I have tons of pics of you*winks*: Nope found every one and keep them very safe so I can see the sweet courtney kins all the time: I have ones of not just your ass: *whispers*you know what i have*winks* She could so be a motel: model: But you have grat tits: great: *gives them a bit of a squeezes and cuddles laying on them like pillows*: *pounces and tickles*: *laughs*: *looks at Court and starts to chew her neck*: *looks at Court and starts to chew her neck*: *blinks*you chew on nipples: lol...does it lead to other stuff?: I will be back later guys*hugs*got to many games going at the moment.
: hey, how are ya: (*is readdddy*): ((Be ready in just a little bit)): (( Its alright. I'm watching the L word anyways)): *For once, not at the club. She had plenty of trust in her coworkers to run everything by themselves so...there's no need for her to be there, and she enjoys the time off, relaxing at her apartment in a recliner...sipping on a homemade chocolate milkshake. Ahh, now this was the life..especially since she got one hell of a night out of Marley after buying her a drink at the club. She made sure that her name and photo were put on the list to be given the special treatment, access to the V.I.P lounge and able to not be carded at her club. It's good to be a friend of a club owner.*: *ah, yes. But the rotten minx had snuck out in the middle of the night and was long gone by the time Shika woke up, as is customary in her world. Now, she's leaving a bondage shop with a bag full of new costumes.*: *Well, Marley had her info anytime she wanted to come by and chat or what have you...but still it was good to get that lovin she hadn't had in such a long time. She wasn't that surprised to find her gone in the morning, figuring she was one of those types, screw 'em and leave 'em. Bah...she still gets the treatment. Shika's way of letting her know she enjoyed herself and wouldn't mind it another time, but she was still on the prowl for a more permanent relationship.*: *at least she didn't steal anything. Of course she was a good lay... it was her job, afterall. She heads down town. Now, she usually doesn't do crap like this... the woman could be married or something, but as if she gave a rats ass about breaking up someone's life. She heads back to Shika's apartment, buzzing in if necessary, or knocking on the door*: *Raises an eyebrow slightly...she wasn't expecting any company now...and she'd told the club to not disturb her or anything, completly confident they could do the job without her in the office or on the dance floor. Hmm...sets the shake aside, getting up from the chair and heading over to the intercom. Marley would know she wasn't in any serious relationship, no signs of another person living with her, no ring, just jewelry for herself and...ahem...other aids to a single woman to heat up cold nights..wink wink. Marley would hear a ding sound at the entrance to the complex and then Shika's voice* Hello? Who is it?: *isn't that observant, as she's not usually all that interested in who she sleeps with* Who the fuck do you think? Open the door. I have breakfast: *Pulls back from the com slightly, astonished at the language, but then smiles as she realizes who it is* Come on in, Marley. I'm sure you know the way. *Chuckles slightly, buzzing her in and heading back to the recliner, resuming her position and finishing off the shake before she gets in and tries to claim it for herself...looking at the clock on the wall beside her* Breakfast? At ten pm...wonder if that's some code...*Shrugs, putting her arms behind her head*: *opens the door and takes her time getting to the door. She knocks twice with the back of her knuckle, then just lets herself in* Don't you look cozy.: Mmhmm...you know it. *Looks up and smiles at her* It's nice to see you again, didn't have the chance to thank you for that night. *Smirks slightly and then relaxes back again, turning on some music with a small remote* So..what's for breakfast, and am I cooking or you? *Chuckles slightly, moving a few bangs from her eyes*: *pulls something out of the bag. It has a collar, then a strap of leather down the center, then a belt around the waist with chains going across the torso all the way down* As long as you're not a vegetarian. *raises her brows and shakes it a little so that the chains jangle*: *Quirks an eyebrow at the jingling, looking up to see the outfit and her eye widen noticeably, mouth going agape* Is that even an outfit? Looks like they just took a strip of leather and put some metal on it...*Sits up, putting the chair into a non-reclineing position.* Put it over your clothes, I want to see how that looks on you.: It's... not really meant to be worn over clothes... and of course it's not an outfit. It's just the top.: ((*kicks Jayde and Harmonia's asses in*)): (*is vicious*): Well I knew that first part...just trying to imagine you with that on, but I suppose I'd see you in it sooner or later. *Giggles lightly, standing up and going over to her, peering into the bag* What other goodies have you got in there?: The bottom and some boots and electrical tape... You come to work with me sometime and you'll see it all together *jingles the chains again* It'll be better than just this thing over clothes.: Oh, what? I can't get a little show of my own here? *Puts her arms around Marley's waist, pulling her closer* What's it gotta take, huh? A few drinks? Dancing? Hmm...? *Starts to lightly dance with her, moving them from side to side slowly* I know you're not embarassed to show me what those outfits could look like on you.: You know, it'd be $45 plus... *smirks, her body moving willingly* What makes you think you should get it for free?: *is sitting on the floor of his room, leaning back against the wall next to the door, having just woken up a few moments before. He’s still shaking, mostly from the fact that he’d been sobbing when he fist woke up, and sweating some from being a little sick. This morning when he had woken up, he’d looked at the medicine bottles he had with him…and he taken almost all of what he had. He wasn’t even sure why, except he just wanted to prove something, and this seemed the easiest and least messy way. He wanted to prove that he could die, and he’d failed, miserably. He couldn’t die, or at least not in any manner he could conceive. And now here he was, on the floor just wearing a pair of pants as he looks at the bandages on his chest and realizes they need changing, but he can’t bring himself to get up to do anything. It doesn’t seem to matter, it’s not like he’ll die if he doesn’t take care of his wounds, he knew for absolutely certain that was a fact now. And he really couldn’t bring himself to care enough about himself to want to take care of himself. More than anything he just wishes he had died, that the over dose had worked, and he’d never gotten back up again. It would have solved all of his problems, but now he can see that he’s meant to suffer, and there is no easy out for him. He’d tried that, and all he’d succeeded in doing was making himself sick and passing out for hours. And still, he didn’t even know what he was suffering for. All he had now was the lingering memory that he had done it to himself…that he had condemned himself to this, willingly. It’s only making the entire depression and his anger at himself worse. There was no one to blame but himself, and it looked like he was going to have far to many years to do that. It feels like anything else but going on would be easier, but the only other option isn’t available to him, something he’s reminded of as he turns his head and looks at the empty pill bottles on the floor of the room by the end of the bed*: Mmm...something tells me not getting carded at the club anymore won't cut it so...how about I add in free and unrestricted access to the V.I.P lounge? I've already got your name on the list...you're actually the first to be on a list of any kind. *Winks at her, leaning down to kiss and nibble playfully at her neck* But if it's forty five to see, then forty five I've got for you, Marley. *Smirks slightly, holding her closer*: *comes in through the doors of the hotel, her make up still on and since she just has her jacket wrapped around her then she must have been too tired to change out of her work clothes. She knows that she shouldn't be wearing herself out like this yet, but she has priorties and getting out of this life is one of them. She totally avoids the desk girl, since there would be no calls for her. She knocks on Jaylin's door since it's on her way. Maybe he has a drink*: *just laughs, quite amused indeed* Are you always so generous to your one nighters?: What? *he doesn’t even care that he snapped the word out, and that he’s not even sure who’s at the door, though there’s only probably two people it could be, Kailynn or someone from the hotel staff, but at the moment he can’t bring himself to care which it is. But he’s already reaching up as best he can since he’s next to the door to pull on the handle and open it an inch to look out and see who’s out there, and it’s easy after only a few seconds to recognize the legs he’s looking at and he lets his hand fall and the door swing open wider so she can come in if she wants, but he doesn’t say anything else, his question was still the same*: You just gave me something I wanted and needed so badly that I could practicly taste it...*Laughs lightly and pulls back to look her over* Y'know you did me a great favor..and I like to do favors for those kind of people I know..plus it's good publicity for Reality. Such generosity I give to customers I like.: *blinks down at him. She can't quite decide if she's surprised to see him like this or not. What an strange situation, one that she tries to avoid by not becoming friends with the girls at work... what do you do when someone is rolling around like this on the floor? This guy is beginning to be a draw on her. She's tired and she's sick of him snapping at her. Her rationality shadowed by exhaustion she just steps over him, nevermind she's wearing a skirt* Came to get a drink, then you can go back to feeling sorry for yourself and bleeding all over.: *she actually looks stunned, with nothing to say. She'd been complimented before, of course, but never like this from someone that didn't pay her.* Um... well, you're welcome. You really needed to get laid, didn't you?: I least I can bleed * muttered more to himself that as any real comment to her, he’s mostly in his own little world right now* The mini-bar is full, take whatever you want. *leans his head back against the wall, and doesn’t make any other effort to move or do anything. He just doesn’t care anymore* There’s some bottles in the top dresser drawer, if you’d prefer that stuff.: *looks through the drawer first, then the minibar. Opting for a couple bottles of liqour from the minibar, she heads back towards the door, but stops. She takes a deep breath and looks over at him* Do you need help chaning the bandages?: Ever since my illustrious movie career *Rolls her eyes to exargerate the sarcasm already dripping from that* I kind of got tired of sex. Sure, I still did a few here and there for some fun or to get a bigger pay, but...I stopped when it stopped. *Meaning her modelling* Just y'know...didn't find a use for it afterwards and well...I was a bit scared of that whole AIDS business. Thankfully, I'm safe and clean now, but when I think about those times, when there wasn't any protection? Bah...turned me off for a long time afterwards. *Shrugs slightly, still moving with her gently from side to side* When I started the club up...I don't know, made me feel something again...the music and the excitement...*Sighs contently* Not to mention the uh..beautiful people out there moving along to it. You're the first I actually brought back here and spent the night with.: If I was planning on changing them I probably would *slowly looks up at her, having to blink a couple times to focus his eyes, he’s not sure if it’s from the left over tears or the drugs that everything still seems blurry* But I’m going with a ‘why bother’ policy today.: *well that was a lot of history for one question. It takes her a while to get it processed* A time when there was no protection? What the hell does that even mean? You obviously don't predate condoms.: *shrugs* Fine... I'm tired. I'm tired of being on my feet, and not drunk... of you being such a mess and me trying to help you and you just not even noticing. I'm tired of having to stay here... because I called the ambulance instead of just walking away when you got shot. So lay there and bleed *steps over him again, this time headed out the door*: I didn’t fucking ask for your help did I? *just glares at her, not even sure why he said it, but the words seemed to be coming out of his mouth without any effort on his part at this point* I didn’t ask to live either. If things had worked out the way I planned, I wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass anymore, but whatever god there is decided to keep me around *motions to the bottles with a half-hearted gesture* If I’m such a problem, then don’t come back. It’s not like it’ll kill me will it? *he starts coughing when he’s finished talking, not able to stop, then doubles over and falls to his side on the floor as he forces himself not to throw up on the floor, he didn’t want her to see that*: It wasn't always mandatory for the industry to require the use of condoms in films and what have you...it's a fairly recent step taken by them to prevent the spread of it and such. Don't know why they didn't consider them before...woulda helped cut down on the accidental pregnancies and other STDs that could result and get spread around. Ya never know with that crowd, Marley...can assume many have the diseases already, just that they got on through lying...or giving a higher up a good ride for a night. It sounds sad, but it's true...luckily most of that's gone down since making it a requirement...eh...*Shrugs again*: I don't plan on it, you complete asshole. *thinks about throwing the bottles at him, but decides not to. She really really wants to drink it. She walks out the door, slamming it loudly behind her. She feels a bit better as she walks down the hall, but still not sure if she was being fair or not*: *just swears to himself as he drags himself to the bathroom so he can throw up, which he can suppose is a good thing, since he feels a hell of a lot better afterwards. He just rips the bandages off as he crawls back out into the room, finding some more and hastily putting them on, more out of concern for getting blood stains on the floor than anything, though he does a really half-assed job on them, and he’ll probably be lucky if they hold out for another ten minutes. But he doesn’t really need them for much longer as he reaches for the nearest shirt and pulls it on over his head, then stops for a minute to rest before attempting to stand up*: *makes little bit of a disgusted face despite herself... if her self would despite, that is. As wreckless as she is, she'd always used protection... well, after the high school pregnancy scare at least* I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's making me less attracted to you. *though she's serious, she smiles to let Shika wonder just how serious she is*: *Smiles a bit and nods, completly understanding what she might have been thinking about all of this considering her prefession and all...probably sick of hearing about condoms and diseases* Yeah...you're right. Kind of killing the mood, aren't I? *Grins at her, dipping her neck and again kissing and nibbling on the flesh over her neck and going further to her collarbone, letting her hands explore the back of Marley's body.* What say I make it up with some drinks and we discuss that new outfit you bought, huh? *Stops with the teasing for a moment, kissing her full on the lips before pulling back reluctantly and disengaging herself from the beautiful body.*: *she drops the jacket and her costume the moment she's inside the door. She goes immediately towards the shower. Her feet hurt so bad that she has to sit on the floor of the shower. The water beats down on her sore body, washing away the hairspray and make up, layers of sweat and smoke. When she feels like she might pass out right there, she forces herself to reach up and turn the water off, then climb out of the shower. Wrapping a towel around herself, she doesn't bother to dry her hair or her body. She drops onto the bed, soaking wet and cold, one of the bottles rolling to hit her leg*: *To many "body"'s...change the last to dancer*: *finally he gets up and leaves his room, walking down to knock on the door to Kailynn’s room. Just because he was making things hard on himself and beating himself up, doesn’t mean he should be extending the treatment to her, and he knows that. The least he can do is attempt an apology*: *does have a great body... would understand why it would need to be mentioned so much* Much better topic.: *picks up the bottle, and leans up enough to unscrew the cap. It's a good thing that she had the night off tomorrow. She's about ready to meltdown. It was all ok until she had to take those few weeks off. Now, she just had to get used to it again.*: *Yes, beautiful, lithe, agile, killer, perfect. No wonder she was a great dancer at the club, she obviously had to do something that involved dancing a lot...keeping her in shape and such..or maybe she was just a perpetual clubber, living from one to the other. All these thoughts come to her as she walks over to the bar, pulling out a few glasses and looking through the alcolhol.* I'm afraid I don't know to many mix drinks...but I'm always willing to try something new...*Smiles, leaning over on the counter and idly sucking on an ice cube.*: *stands in front of her door, and after a second of hesitation he knocks loudly, then stands and waits, leaning heavily against the doorframe with his eyes closed while he does. He runs a hand through his hair with his free hand, thinking of just cutting it all off the next chance he gets just so it’s out of the way. Not that it’s all that long, but having no hair was easier than having any*: *and since Shika is out of the cozy recliner, she tosses herself in it. Slithering out of her clothes as the woman's attention is at least partially distracted* What do you know how to make? *has to snatch up her bag, reaching in for the electrical tape*: *she knows it's him. It could only be him. She's not up for anymore of his bullshit. Carefully, she recaps the bottle, then sits and launches the bottle at the door. It explodes on impact, the liquid and glass dribbling down in a pool like some mockery of a welcome mat*: *he flinches at the sound* I just wanted to say I’m sorry. That’s it *yells through the door, then shakes his head as he turns to walk away, having to pause for a moment. He’d done his best, and he didn’t feel like getting hit in the head with a bottle or worse if he tried to open the door. Though strangely enough, it’s more of a concern about causing her more trouble than the pain getting hit would cause him*: Oh...those sex drinks, y'know...on the beach...well, that's the only one really. Mmm...*Looks over the bottles she has, holding back from looking when she hears the slight rustling of clothes* Uh...a martini, though they always seem to be dry when I make them..and well...a Manhatten...oh...that's about all I can think of right now. Never really had a mind for drinks, just the ones I was asked to make a lot I know. Prefer it just straight from the bottle, actually...*Chuckles, disappearing behind the bartop to gather more ice*: *the door opens, probably when he's a little bit down the hall as she had to put her shoes on. Feeling low or not, the last thing she needs is to do is cause her feet more abuse. She stands, a robe around her, in her shoes looking down the hallway* Do you mean it?: I can live off martinis... *she's not kidding, as martinis are pretty much what she does live off of. She applies the tape to her nipples, three pieces each crossing over each other. Then picks up the top, reaching back to buckle it on*: *he turns around slowly, he really hadn’t gotten more than a couple feet away when the door open, and it’s obviously a bit of an effort to turn back around* Yes. *doesn’t think saying more will really help him, he’d probably just starting digging himself a hole again*: Alright then...sounds good to me too...*Starts gathering the ingredients, popping an olive into her mouth while she works on the drinks, mixing furiously to hopefully catch a glimpse of her changing* So...you already know what my career is and was. What about you? Have to have some sort of income to buy that uh...ensemble of your's...*Chuckles, shaking up the mix*: *looks at him warily, trying to decide whether to believe him or not. Her arms are crossed defensively over her chest* I'm not kind to very many people, you know.: I work at the Burning Bush. *of course she has leather undies that buckle three times in the front, then the boots that lace up mid thigh with one hell of a heel on them*: Yeah…well, now that you said it I know *is using the wall to support himself now, forcing himself to keep his attention on her, and to not let it wander to anything else, despite only being barely coherent at the moment* I’m probably lucky to have seen any of it…not that I’ve acted like it.: The Burning Bush? *Tilts her head to the side as she pours the drinks into the glasses, plopping olives into each as customary with the martini, setting the stuff aside and gatheting both drinks to carry over to he on the couch, marvelling out the outfit she sports*: Fine then. Just so we're both straight. *probably when she should close the door, but she stands, figuring she could at least watch and make sure he got back to his room alright*: The strip club? *she sits, partially sprawled in the cozy chair* You've never heard of it?: Perfectly straight *nods, starting to turn around, stopping for a moment at a sharp pain, putting his hand onto his chest out of instinct to try and stop it somehow, and swears when he looks down to see where he touched his shirt has blood coming through.* Dammit *keeps turning, using the wall for support, he really needed to get back to his room now*: Afraid not...I'm not exactly one to know about that kind of thing. *Chuckles, stradling Marley's lap on the chair and handing her drink down*: *Starts down the hall, then stops. He had been right. He'd never asked her for anything... but she wasn't going to just stand by* Do you need some help? It's alright to ask, you know.: *takes the drink and holds it away from her so that it won't spill* oh? You seem exactly like someone who would know about that kind of thing.: It’s alright to walk away too *turns his head to look back at her, though whatever look he was going for doesn’t quite make it through the pain* I don’t ask because I don’t want to cause you trouble…but…*this is actually hard for him, but he’s not going to make it on his own and collapsing in the hallway would only result in another trip to the hospital* …could you help me?: *just nods, walking forward and wraps her arm around his waist* You're skinny. You stop bleeding and eat more.: Don’t…I don’t think I can afford to laugh right now at anything*but he’s smiling; he can’t help that just seemed so…funny to him. He uses her help to make it back to his room, which seems like it was much farther than when he walked from it before, though he knows it’s the exact same distance*: Sorry. *stops at his door* can you make it from here?: Yeah, I’ll be alright…thanks *opens the door and moves to use the doorframe to support him* Really, thanks.: *just nods, figuring that she's wounded his pride enough for her satisfaction tonight* Good night.: Night *goes into his room, and shuts the door quickly*: *gets back to her own room and goes to bed*: (Oh Moth, I was told to tell you that there is an icon needed): (okay it will be called Venus like the Roman Goddess of Love*hopes she spelled Venus right*)
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: *steps into the club, slowly removing her sunglasses as her eyes start to glide over all that lay inside*: *slowly pushes her way through the ground as she moves to the bar and looks the bartender over. Her voice almost like velvet with the Italian accesnt*I am here to see a Mr. Alberto.: *she would see a large room.. elegant in many ways.. dark crimson silk curtains draped over the walls... a nice freshly waxed hard dark wood floor... a long bar counter with many drinks to choose from.... many tables and booths lining the area.. a large engraved symbol in the center of the floor.. it's inface a large G.. for you can guess what it means... and as she makes her way to the tender he would direct her towards the back room where she would find a set of stairs leading upwards to a room.. very plush in all it's glory... a tinted window so that one could over look the club goers but they could not see you.. and there he would be.. standing with his hand crossed behind his back.. wearing nothing but pure armani... a black suit.. dress pants and dress shoes freshly polished... he turns just as she would enter.. a small smile gracing his lips.. those pale golden brown eyes skimming over her a moment* hello signorina.: *looks him over a moment as a soft smile crosses her lips. To anyone else she would be a cold bitch, but to family she warms up a bit.*I assume you have reseved the letter sent to you about my arrival?: *a small smile slips forward to grace his lips... moving towards her a moment as he gestures towards a seat... his eyes never once faultering from her visage.. such a lovely young woman she is.. he himself takes a seat across from her* indeed i have Signorina.. it did however give me a certain uncomfortable feeling... i do hope you understand what they have given you in trusting on this... journey...: *sits in the chair crossing her slender legs as her eyes stay locked with his.*Yes, I know most men in the family are not thrilled to see me standing in the doorway when it comes to the business of the family.: *he chuckles just slightly at her breif off handed comment.. shaking his head ever so gently* no signorina... i am thrilled to see the family is allowing such beautiful women as yourself to do business for once in a very.. very long time.. *he crosses his arms over his chest as he forces himself to relax and get comfortable... smiling just slightly...*: Then I assure you, you are the first*smiles*Most times I spend an hour sitting there while they call the counicl to make sure they sent the right person.*sitting up stright she places a hand on the desk*They sent me here to make sure that the services the family holds here in L.A. are profertable.: *he gives a simple smirk... shifting his gaze to the window then back* I assure you Signorina... it is... look around you... i shall soon own this city.. we have other families here yes but.. that shall soon pass..... you've probably passed by many of the places i've taken over on your journey here... please... the council knows better then to disgrace my name like this: They just want to know their intrestes the familys wishes are taken care of first. I am sure you saw the rather large hotel being built?: *his jaw tightens just a bit..... has never liked the family looking over his shoulder... he gives a stern nod of his head* indeed i have... i've known.. i have eyes all over this city.. and we welcome you with open arms.. you are family afterall.. *he smiles just slightly once again... rising but only just so.. shifting to take a seat next to her in a silken black chair* but enough of business for now.. what is it you're really here for?: *tilts her head and looks at him*What anyone is here for. I have been the councils account, leasion for so long. They sent me here to check on their holdings and branch out a bit myself. I have lived in the Family compound since I was turned. I wanted to move out and start my own business noit just check up on others.: *he gives a small smirk... crossing one leg over the other as he leans back in the chair just slightly* so that is all.... just to expand... wonderful.. just wonderful.. i am looking forward to doing business with such a lovely woman like you signorina.... *his nostrils flare just slightly.. taking in her scent*: *her scent is of lavander and vanila. She slowly sits up a bit in the chair leaning towards him*Tell me, are there any true Giovanni's here or just offsprings from the main family?: *he smirks just slightly.... such a question for such a lovely woman of her stature... his gaze gently slips over her form and all it's glory.. he would indeed love to see what was under that dress.... but he however allows much more important thoughts to slips past his mind* you're speaking to the main true blood Signorina.: Aye, I understand that the family has allowed others in, but I myself stick strong by the old ways. The way Augustus wanted it.*slowly uncrosses her legs and pulls the hem of her skirt down as she stands and moves to the window. Looking out over the crowd in his club. She is wearing a black slip of a dress, with lace trim at the top(see image)*: *he rises following behind her quite closely.... his eyes trailing up and down her form for a moment taking all that is her into his mind for future reference... coming up mere inches behind her he leans to the side just a bit to allow himself to get a better look at her face* indeed Signorina.... indeed..: I know our clan must grow strong, to go on. There are many other clans out there that would love to take control over us. But I feel that some of these families just polute our family.*turns her head to look at him*: *he smirks just slightly.. such a business woman... indeed he finds that attractive in her... he moves to come stand next to her... his gaze slipping out and away from her towards the club goers and their doings.. a small smile coming to his lips* indeed they try.. but time and time again... they fail... my alliegances prove a suitable client... but do not get me wrong Signorina... i watch them closely... nothing they do goes unseen..: *slowly turns to look at him, her eyes studing her face*and tell me when was the last time you went to chruch?*some Gio's are still very strong ties with the chruch she just happends to be one.*: *he turns to gaze upon her as she askes this question.. and he speaks... very out spoken about it actually* every thursday and sunday... i own the few churches in this sin city aswell.. such a great place that is actually... *he smiles just slightly.. moving to close the distance between the two of them.... it has been quite sometime since he last had a woman by his side... but one could never truely tell*: *smiles*then maybe you can recomend a chruch to me?*steps to him to close the cap even more between them as she looks apon his face.*: *he smiles a bit more at her movements... tiliting his head to the side just slightly... his eyes seem to flash just slightly with the animalistic urges inside him* of course signorina... the best one is right on the out scurts of this town... is far to hard to miss.. *he leans in just a bit.. his nostrils flaring once again.. taking in that scent*: *her brown eyes shine in the light of his office her long brown dark brown hair flows over her shoulder a strand falling into her face*Then may I be so bold as to ask that you may excort me there for the next mass?: *he smiles just a bit... watching those eyes of hers' quite closely* of course Signorina.. i would love to... *his hand coming outward to gently slip around her waist as he pulls her close and into a small yet steam like kiss... his lips parting her own just slightly but after a few moments he would allow her to move away* welcome.. to L.A.: *after the kiss is broken she stays her chest against his as she lays a palm on his shoulders looking up into his own dark eyes with a smile*I think I may like it here.: *he smiles down upon her... his eyes locking with her own... such a dark passion he holds for a woman who knows business...* let us hope that you do... come.. stay with me for the night or for however long you wish... my city is your city...: *grins*I just bought a home on the hill, I would love if you joined me for dinner.*slowly moves away, yes indeed she did find him very aluring and the fact that one he was of the family and two such a great business men and clans man did stir something inside that has been locked away for centeries, but as any good business or relationship grows it must be built slow and with great care. She walks to the desk and slips up onto a corner of his desk as she crosses her legs.*: (is Ana that is my other handle): (Hey sweetie): ((how are you?)): ((Im just a sittin and awaitin Alberto's comp being mean.)): ((yes it does)): ((*gives his comp a treat so it will be nice*)): ((welcome back for however long you maybe here)): ((thank you *slips back ic*)): ((*smiles* well then it must just be my comp.. *damns his comp to hell*)): ((no be nicew to the comp*whispers*they get mad and bad things happen. Like rooms dont open*nods*)): ((*thinks his comp is a meanir*)): ((it doesnt get any scoopy snakes)): ((snacks)): ((lol)): ((i gotta go maybe back later))
: *Flipping through the selections of C.D's and such at the Warehouse, ironicly enough across from the now ruined Depot...which she had put a lot of time into making it nice and non boring. Such a depressing thing to go back to Nikolai and tell him that his bar is nothing more than an eyesore and crimescene then...well who knows what it might be then.*: *a faded looking girl comes up behind her, not all that tall and delicate in structure. Her hair is starting to grow back and is dyed blue, electric blue, setting off the pale blue of her eyes* Can I help you with something?: *Turns around and smiles to her, pushing some hair out of her eyes and leaning back* Yes..I was looking for the uh...hmm...not quite sure how to say this so...where would I find a nice selection of songs that are popular at a strip joint? *Blushes a little, scratching the back of her neck nervously*: *blinks once, then laughs, itching her stomach through her ratty green sweater* Oh um... well, people dance to all kinds of things. Do you want something more techno... or something that's a little bit more loud?: (pic): Loud...I guess both could do nicely, but I'm not quite sure how much I could afford, so I'll go for what I like to dance to. *Blinks* Yeah. *Chuckles slightly, browsing over a few other C.D's briefly before going back to her* Uh..and would you happen to have more...exotic sounding music? Y'know, something slow and sensual?: Well, over here, we have Type O... I recommend October Rust for slow and sensual. It's their dark, broody album. We also have this stuff over here, imports. The stuff from Germany is excellent. I'd stay away from Sweden. It's a bit on the pop side.: Hmm..I tend to stay away from the heavy techno...How about dance? A friend told me I might like that..also they play a lot of rap...so I'd be interested in browinsig over those. *Smiles a bit* Of course...recomendations are always welcome...meaning I need as much help as possible as I don't have any idea how much of this sounds or the difference between this an that.: We don't carry a lot of rap. the owner doesn't like it... Anything like that is right over there *points to a section, sort of off in the corner.* A lot of good dance stuff came from the 80's. Have you thought about Blondie?: Uhm...I've never actually heard of it before. *Scratches her head a bit, blankly looking around* Never realize something is so complicated until you actually see it or try it, right?: Alright, well *pulls a CD from the rack and goes back behind the counter* You look around and I'll put this on to play. You can see if you like it *and she does. Good beat, cute lyrics, nice driving guitar. on the 80's*: *Time passes and she buys the CDs, heading on room and practicing her dancing, yay!*: (*raises a brow at her profile pics not working all of a sudden*): *lights a cigarette as she strolls down the street. Leather pants in the summer? why not? She makes up for it with the black tank top. Her hair is pulled back into short little pigtails, but it no less makes her appear any less... well... bitchy*: (icon) Tevesh suddenly comes to life.. In an alley, by himself. It's the usual upright fetal position, dirtied.. Greasy hair hanging over his eyes.. He looks like your normal bum and is just.. there. In an alley.. Completely confined within the vaults of his mind, hallucinating and hearing noses.. Just gone to the world, unaware of everything going on.: *No idea where to put this char so why the hell not her own club, at the bar...or rather behind it, learning some new drinks and getting acquainted with the others there, finding out what they liked/disliked, whatever seemed to be a good thing to talked about at the time*: (Shika Hisayo.. Hot damn @ ze pic): ((Search for the person I use for the pic and you'll find a lot more, reavealing a lot more *wink* Heh)): *her dark eyes radiate hostility to the people on the street. Her back pocket stuffed with three grand, she can cover rent, new costume, drugs and booze.*: ((*winky winky*)) Tevesh does what he does best, rocks back and forth muttering and thinking.. He knows the Vein has ruptured, and the fact that the Vein has been slowly invading his mind.. Latching on and stealing his fragile hold on what little sanity he had left. Minds are warped and the sense augmented, he does nothing but rock back and cry his retched tears.. Sobs racking his body, making him shake and writhe..: *Steps outside for a breath of freash air, leaning against the side of the building boredly and looking out at the line to get in the club* Well...still popular...and still keeping the money coming..*Laughs lightly, strolling around to the front and watching the others waiting to get in* Tevesh starts to mutter again as he rises slowly and shakily.. His head is woozy and his body cracks at the joints as he is slowly coming up. As he brushes himself off, he begins to mosey on down to the entrance of the alleyway, the place of light.. The beginning of the Vein and the pathway to Hell. This sidewalk is oozing with the black viscous goop that is the Insanity of a gigantic City. Walks down the cement walkway, wandering down the path of the Beam.: *happens to be walking by. She passes Tevesh with barely a sideways glance. Yet, she does notice Shika. Who couldn't. Passing the line of people, she leans against the wall next to her* Most people have more fun inside the club.: *happens to be walking by. She passes Tevesh with barely a sideways glance. Yet, she does notice Shika. Who couldn't. Passing the line of people, she leans against the wall next to her* Most people have more fun inside the club.: Yes well...some people have been bartending since the opening to learn more drinks to make for certiain acquantices and are a bit tired...*Smirks slightly, leaning over to kiss her* Nice to see you again. Have I got a stalker or does someone like me?: Neither. I just got paid and was headed to the bar. *smiles, tilting her head to receive the kiss and even return it* Tevesh limps to the left as he passes the two women (without even giving them a look, which is an odd thing, since they're both "hot" :P), his tophat a-crooked on his head and his hair hanging down, covering his face. He is wearing his usual garb, dark brown pants, black t-shirt, and a light brown leather overcoat. His eyes are stairing down at the Vein which pulses under the sidewalk, heaving the ground up every other second or so, which makes him limp. Tevesh's long-unused stomach heaves for some reason, and he retches once in a while. His hands are stuck in his pockets, fiddling with a few coins.: (Wow.. Overuse of commas.. :S ): (hot and kissing... weirdo): *Chuckles and nods* Aha, well anytime you want in, you've got it. Tell 'em you're on the list on flash your id...*Watches Tevesh pay by with an amused sort of look, eyeing him cautiously* Eh..*Shrugs, figuring if her does anything her bouncers will have something to say about it* And that's really to bad...I was hoping for more frequent visits and previews of what you wear. Don't always want to travel down to the club y'know.: awww *laughs, almost cruelly* Do you want to be my girlfriend?: ((son of a bitch. the storm knocked out my cable!)) Tevesh stops and kneels on the ground and touches the sidewalk softly, which is almost a caress. His mind bends and nearly buckles, sanity wearing thin and his senses mixing. But he regains control as the unseen fluid flows up his arm and sinks into his deathly cold skin, oozing into his mind and slowly taking hold like a leech sucking on the leg of a swimmer. He shudders with a warped pleasure and removes his tophat, tucking his chin-length hair behind his ears and looking about for the first time. After a quick look, he walks over to a bench, sitting.. Observing the path of the Vein and gathering his thoughts while trying to get a tighter hold on the loosely gripped sanity.: (Tev! Damn you! you'd better get to making a VtM sheet SOON or I'll send someone scary to whoop you!): ((FINE! How about this... I write one NOW?! NOW!?? Is that good with you, ya crazy bitch?)): Mmm...well...something tells me that it's be nothing but sex...which I wouldn't mind all that much, but...if we do, ya think you could get a little softer? Those fingernail scratches on my back were hot at the time, still are a bit, but it's painful. *Smirks, moving the leather vest aside to reveal one of the marks*: ((Be back soon. I shall commence the creation of the V:tM sheet, because my oh so beautiful mistress commands me to. )): *smirks and shrugs one shoulder, ashing her cigarette on the ground* I play rough. (uh huh *licks Tev's cheek*): 'Least you were a bit gentle where it counts. *Laughs* But I'm not sure...a man would be nice to have a relationship with. Nothing like that feeling of...*Coughs slightly* Whew..getting off topic there...: There is no topic. I don't do relationships. In fact, I've hardly done anyone more than once. *takes another drag of her cigarette, turning her head to look at the people going in the club with very little interest*: Well then I'm honored to have the pleasure of an evening more than once. I kind of figured you weren't in it for the long haul anyways...kind of benefits me in case I do find that guy I wanna drag back and keep for my own. *Winks with a smile* It's okay with me, but I can still have you from time to time? Fees and expenses aside...I pay to play.: Why would you want to do that? Lose control of your life and give it to someone else?: ((I'll have it finished on the morrow, babe. I've gotta go going though. Peace out lovies! *gonez0rz*)): (night sweetie): *Shrugs* I won't exactly lose my will to him. I'll be sure to find a good one...that can bring me off and satisfy my lust for that night, but also good. Not exactly going to give it away to anyone who asks.: *just rolls her eyes. As if she really cares about any of this. But for what this woman is promising her, she can at least stand here and pretend to listen as she watches the people go in*: Mmm...so...*Turns to her* What are you waiting for? Get in there and spend some money.: I'm going to. I need to get somewhere else first. *pushes off the wall and leans down to plant one hell of a kiss on the cute Asian* I'll find you later if you're not married.: *Moans slightly, not ever tiring of those* You do that, hun. *Chuckles, giving her a playful slap on the butt.* Better hurry, all the men wanna "marry" me.: I'll run as fast as I can uphill... both ways *and she walks, disappearing around a corner*: *Chuckles heading inside the club and getting back to doing stuff*: Not my best work, I know...: ((You got it)): ((*Grumbles at website popups, wasn't searching for pron! either*)) *Going over various documents in her office with her back turned to the club's dancefloor below, trying to get caughtup from all the time she's spent putting it off and having fun...with Marley, who had left before she awoke yet again. Sigh. Oh well, she just wanted a little cuddling, some morning breakfast and fooling around at the most before she left, but no...looks like if she wanted cuddling she'd have to go for a real relationship. Yeah...random thoughts going through her mind at the moment as she puts another expense report into the "Out" box and starts on the shipping list.*: ((Yes, works)): *Chuckles slightly, the speaker in her office clicking on and the 'tender asking if she wanted anything* Thanks for asking...Yes, I'll take a nice bottle of vodka, cold as ice, please. *Shakes her head, that 'tender...he shoudln't of called her, but he did..oh well. It's good, she needed a little break from the documentation, maybe she'll get to meet the new girl she hired the other day*: *the 'tender puts a bottle of vodka into an ice bucket, then on a tray and places it on the bar for Audrey* Miss Hisayo's office. *Audrey smiles with a little nod and takes the tray. She eases through the crowd and up the stairs with the tray. Settling the tray onto one hand, she knocks with the back of her knuckle on the office door*: Come in...*Leans back in her chair to watch the door, crossing her arms over her chest and sighing contently. She's dressed in her usual club attire, the black leather vest and pants that seem to conform to every curve of her body, and as usual the vest is half zipped, relaxing in her office*: *the music gets louder in the room as she opens the door and steps in* I have your drink, Miss Hisayo. *she stops in the door way, waiting for further invitation inside*: Ah, come in please. Make yourself comfy if you wish..*Smiles warmly to her, beckoning her in with a hand* You're the new girl I hired, yes?: *closes the door behind her and walks in to stand in front of the desk, waiting for her to suggest where she'd like the tray.* Yes. I'm Audrey. *doesn't have a cute little Asian accent like Shika*: *Quirks an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to set the tray down before realising she's supposed to let her know where to put it. She laughs lightly and slaps her forehead* Forgive me, oh...right there will be fine. *Nods to the front of her desk* I'm not exactly used to being waited on like this. *Winks at Audrey, leaning forward in her seat* Audrey...well, how do like it so far?: *leans down, carefully placing the tray down so that she doesn't tip the bucket or knock the glass over* I like it a lot. It's the best job that I've had so far *this woman seems like a nice enough boss, so she ventures a smile* How do you like it?: How do you think I like it? *smiles, reaching out to grab for the bottle* My own club, don't have to wait in line to get in...and it seems pretty popular. *Leans back and pops the top with a grin* I'm lovin' it every moment of the day. *Pulls a glass out from under her desk and begins filling it* Would you like a little before ya go out?: If I'm allowed. You are the boss. *puts her hands on the back of the chair that's posted opposite Shika*: 'Course you are, dear...think I can trust one of my own employee's yeah? *Smirks slightly, pulling out another glass and handing her the first poured drink* Mmm..so, I know I must of asked this in the interview, but there were a few others that day and I couldn't remember...what's your past?: My past? *raises a brow with a little smile as she looks down, then back up at her* What part of my past would you like to know?: Oh you know, this and that...where were ya born? What'd ya do growing up? Where ya from? Those little things. *Waves to the seat, just like her's. Black leather and very cushiony, able to recline very far back.* Just like to get to know my employees, it's nothing serious. Not trying to search you for drugs or anything...*Chuckles lightly, rasing her glass and taking a sip*: *moves from her place behind the chair to sit in it. With a little chuckle, she answers all questions with one answer* San Fernando.: Aha...the uh...burbs, right? *Smiles slightly over the rim of her glass*: *nods, still smiling. Though as she gets older, it's getting less embarassing to admit* I came to the city about six years ago. Needed a change.: Aha...understandable really. I could say the same for myself a while back, moving from Japan to here. To many people knew my name and what I did, there was hardly any privacy there and well...I needed the change just as much as my reputation did.: *perks with interest, but doesn't pry for more information* You're from Japan? *more of an acknowedgement than a question, since it's obvious* My grandfather came from Japan.: *Nods* Born and raised. Spent practicly my whole life there...where's your grandfather come from? And how long was he there...he might already be familiar with me and my *coughs slightly, taking a sip* works...: He's from Tokyo. He came in his early 20's. My father was born here as well *isn't sure what 'works' she's talking about, but she's at least partially sure that her grandfather doesn't know them*: Hmm..*Rubs her chin slightly, doing a rough calculation* Uhm...probably not..no he wouldn't be familiar with me at all then. *Blushes slightly* Well then..I suppose that's all you need to know about that...*Finishes off her glass and looks curiously towards Audrey's, noting she hasn't touched a drop* Have I been making to much conversation for you to drink..? *Makes a slight nod to the glass and chuckles* Or have you been so engrossed in what I'm telling you to not even dare and take a sip, for fear you might miss something, huh? *Giggles slightly, beginning to refill her own*: *just smiles and picks up the glass, knocking it back without the slightest choke* I should probably get back to work *stands, figuring she may as well take her glass with her*: Oh yes...I guess so. Sorry to keep you so long. If anybody hassles you for it, let them know it was okay, you're with me, helping with uh...*Holds up some papers* reports..*Grins a little, getting up to escort her out of the office*: ((Sorry Nyte, think the both of us are done for the night)): ((Well, night then)): *since she's been so tied up, here and there, and unable to give her full attention to her business as she would like, she has come to the painful decision to leave the club to Chez, who will run it just as she would; figuring he'll probably recuit a girl or two, like Marley or Kai, to help him keep things straight. She's got to get out of here. Go to the valley, to the house she has there, grow some grapes with her father and interact with a circle she's been missing for a long time, before she found herself hooking on the streets; before the johns and the sad, doped chicken hawks. She downs the rest of her G&T in a single, long gulp, setting the glass down with finesse and standing silmultaneously. She leaves it there, with the cash to pay for it, her chair pushed out behind her, as if in a last testament to her presence here. Her office is cleared out, the only remaining papers for Chaz to sign, to make everything official. Of course, he won't know it until he sees them. Of course, she'll be getting a portion of the proceeds still; 20,000 a month, which is fair, only 10% of the profits. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, and buttoning her coat closed, she heads for the back door. Stuffing her keys into an envelope, she drops them into a shoot that leads to the mailbox in the basement. Not looking over her shoulder, she pushes the heavy steel door open, midday California sun enveloping her blindly from the darkness she steps from; the Santa Anna's jostling her trench about her knees as she makes for her waiting lemousine. Sound of the latch hooking; sound of car door slamming; sound of a soft peel as the driver takes off to join the swarm of traffic. And she's gone*: ((hiya, Jayde!)): *comes from down stairs, smoothing down her hair the best she can. Her lipstick gone, but all around her mouth is smeared dark pink from where it had been. She just tries to look as presentable as possible until she can get to the back room*: *goes into the back room, changing costume. She pulls on a red dress, skin tight. Low cut, high skirt. Keeping her tall black boots, all she needs is a rhinestone studded collar and she walks out. This is one of her more conservative outfits for this place, but she's really just made enough to not depend too highly on tips. If she'd stop doing favors for people, then she can just quit. Particularly moody tonight, she glances at the stange while walking around, picking up orders*: (*kicks icon*): *is sitting at the bar resting for a bit. He’d decided to start doing some short shifts, even though he probably shouldn’t have been. He’d said that his mother’s funeral had gone well, but that he could only work a little still because some of the will and property problems had to be worked out, which led to strange hours. The lie was actually pretty easy to keep up with. Mostly he’s just happy to be healing, just because it made getting around easier, though he still had to take rest breaks, and he preferred would have preferred not to sit at the bar and do it, to many people asked questions then that he did not want to answer, but there wasn’t anywhere else to really go, and if something happened he could get back behind the bar quick enough*: *walks towards the bar with her note pad, as she's no good at remembering drink orders. Seeing Jaylin so comfortable, she waves the pad a little as she approaches* I hope you didn't just sit down.: I’ve been sitting for long enough anyway. *he gets up, and walks back behind the bar* Let’s see the order: *slides the notepad over the bar as her head turns to watch Jihan again* I wonder how she does that. She muse have grown up in the circus or something.: *glances Jihan for a only moment as to not break his not looking at the stage for more than 3 seconds rule, having his own theory on the matter, but he also knew things Kailynn didn’t about the world, or did as far as he could tell* Yeah, they do that sorta stuff with fire in the circus a lot. It’s a good trick to pick up I suppose. *goes about filling the drink order*: *turns her head from the stage, leaning on the bar a little. She doesn't say anything else... doesn't ask how he is. She just waits for the drinks*: *he finishes the drinks and puts the tray down on the bar in front of her. He doesn’t know what else to say to her, and he doesn’t want to end up saying or dragging her into something she doesn’t deserver or shouldn’t be apart of again* There you go,: Thanks *lifts the tray and goes about delivering, picking up payment and tips along the way. She doesn't smile or flirt with the already drunk men, so they don't pay much mind to her, especially since there's such a hot chick setting herself on fire right there on stage*: *he wipes down the bar while he stands there with one of the rags kept behind the bar for that specific purpose. He really shouldn’t have probably started coming back to work so soon, but there were bills to pay that weren’t going anywhere, and life went on. It always went on, as he was far too keenly aware of recently.*: *looks at the bar's copy of the tab as she walks back towards the bar, figuring how much of the grubby wads of cash on her tray is hers and how much goes to the place. She stops dead and turns when Jaylin speaks. Requests like that had been made for quite some time about her, but usually it came from the men out there, directed at her. Well, Jihan wasn't much for subtlety... she'll give the girl that much. Shaking her head, she continues to the bar, laying the cash down that covers the drinks and Jaylin's tip*: *can’t help looking over at the stage when Jihan says that. Seems a bit bold, but she’d probably get some good tips. He quickly looks away again, concentrating on the money and counting out what goes in the register and what’s tip* Never a dull night around here.: *just nods* Did you hear that Cecile left? *as much as she tries to make it sound very matter-of-fact... she's clearly not very happy*: No…not yet…what happened? *he clearly had no idea, and while it is confusing, it’s doesn’t really bother him, but he can tell that it bothers her* Did something happen, or is she just taking a break?: Just needed a break, I guess. *doesn't need to be talking about this right now. She doesn't even know why she brought it up*: Okay then…who’s in charge while she’s gone?: ((brb, something just sounded like it exploded outside)): Chaz I guess... and... *mumbles the last bit* me *then she pushes off the bar, snatching her little notepad, since the poor guys obviously look like they need more drinks after that show*: *picks up empty glasses and puts them on the tray. God, she hated men. Every night she was here her contemp for them just kept getting worse and worse. She'd heard it was normal and temporary, but it didn't matter to her if it was or not. As if it would make any difference to her if she woke up tomorrow with her faith in the male species restored*: *takes the empty glasses back to the bar and sets them down, not caring if they clank together or even break* I'm going home *finally moved back to her apartment. She decided that if Dunstan did have it out for her, he would have found her and shot her by now. She's not all that hard to find. Crossing her arms over her chest. Chaz is coming down the stairs as she walks into the back. When he says her name, she just puts up her hand to cut him off and disappears into the back*: Yeah. They're good and hammered *sits and starts unlacing her boots* Listen, I'm going out early. I'm supposed to go onstage a little later. You can take it... or give it to someone else. I don't really care *kicks the boots off and pulls her pants on, just tucking the bottom of the dress in*: *uses the back of her hand to wipe it off, but really only succeeds in smearing it more, and now over the back of her hand. But, that's the breaks* I'm going home, not to a pageant. If the bartender gets too peaked looking, do him a favor and send him home.: *does hold still... but she doesn't like it. She looks like a pouty kid who's mom is spit-cleaning them in front of all of her friends* I shouldn't have taken any time off.: Because coming back made me realize how much I don't like it *when she feels clean enough, she swats Jihan's cleaning hand away and goes for her bag* take it easy: *slings her bag over her shoulder and goes out the back door, where she's escorted by a bouncer until she's in the cab*: ((back)): ((And I'm already to late)): *sits at the bar, not working yet, so she's not totally in costume. Yet, she's still plenty hot enough. This girl seems to live in leather. One of the few places where she gets free drinks, she's taking advantage of it having already downed half a bottle of spiced rum*: *Katya sits on one of the stages, dangling her legs off the side and watching the others perform for a small crowd of early drinkers and anyone else who goes to a strip club this early in the evening. She was supposed to be dancing, but seeing as how the main attention isn't focused on her stage right now she's kind of said "Eh..what's the use" and just resorted to looking pretty and being bored.*: *pours herself another shot, then the bartender takes it away, informing her that she'll get in trouble for being too trashed before even going onstage. She glares, but knows that he's right*: *Sighs a bit before hoping off and casually making her way through the small crowd and heading to the bar, not bothering to change from her stage uniform seeing as how nothing was gonna come flying off anytime soon for her and the guys were pretty occupied with watching a big pair of fake silicons bounce around and...ouch. Winces slightly, that has to hurt that poor girl's back, carrying those around all day...bleh.*: ((cookie!!!!! *snuggleie snuggle*)): ((*Snugs wit da Cookie and Envy too*)): *taking her final shot, she turns on the barstool, watching the girl on stage. Not bad... not good either. Like it matters. She'll still make her rent*: ((Doesn't matter to me...)): (whatever your precious little heart desired, beloved): ((Pic test)): *Plops down on the stool next to Marley, giving her a little smile and nodding to the bartender* Vodka on ice, dear. *Winks at him before turning to watch the girl with Marley, chuckling slightly and leaning back on the stool* How much do you think those things cost, huh? I'd say about seven k...eh. Look nice, but...damn, they've gotta feel like frozen fish, yeah? *Shakes her head with a small smile, tucking some hair back behind her ear and tugging the shoulder of her sweatshirt up*: Yeah. They pretty much do. *said without turning her head away. She doesn't appear to be all that interested in the dancer, but she knows who is speaking to her. Why look?* How much did yours cost?: *Raises an eyebrow, turning to Marley on her stool* Mine? *Reaches in front of her, hefting up both breasts and giving each a little weigh* Mmm...I don't know...a couple thousand here and there and...*Shrugs* Just kind of lose track...*Smirks slightly, letting go just before Damali comes up behind her. She smile and leans back, giving her a kiss on the cheek and then returns to Marley* Mine are real, ask Damali. She would know...*Takes up her vodka and sips it lightly*: I don't really care that much about it... I was simply being rude *turns her head and smiles, sarcastic and unfriendly*: *Playfully winks at Marley before tilting her head back onto Damali's shoulder, sighing contently* Hello my beauty. Care to join in the conversation or would you rather just keep hugging me and smiling like that? *Grins, reaching around to bring her in for a kiss and then cupping her cheek* Would you like a drink?: *leans back against the bar, still watching the stage. What shitty music. She was getting the crowd going alright, but nothing spectacular. Nothing like that goddamned redheaded cunt who called in, so Marley has to be here on her day off*: Oh yes...such a big crowd out there right now...*Rolls her eyes, taking another sip* They've got silly putty to keep them busy all day it seems...I've been in this getup since four and they've done nothing but stuff that girl's g-string with dollar bills...*Shakes her head* Wanna just go and have some fun at the apartment? *Kidding, but also a little serious&*: *Chuckles, turning around fully and again, planting a kiss on her lips, wanting another shock of energy* Let's hope for the best then. *Giggles, getting off the stool and leading Damali off to the dressing room* Come on, I wanna get out of this and into my street clothes...that might bring me some attention.: *picks up her cigarette case from the bar and lights a cigarette. Finally. Another few seconds of this cute couple had brought bile to dangerous levels in her throat*: *hadn't noticed the look, since she was looking at the stage* Yeah... he always does before I get in a good mood.: *Changes into what she has on in the pic, spending a little bit more time than what's needed in "helping" Damali "change" into her costume as well, taking on a "What the hell" kind of attitude and fooling around with her at work before coming back out to the bar and sitting away from Marley. Damn that girl has an attitude. How can anyone enjoy that for a long time?* Oi...*Sighs. Must be some messed up people here*: *shakes her head* I don't like whiskey.: *can be as sweet as she's paid to be. Besides... some of the guys like her abuse*: Well, I'm not going to drink something that I don't want, now am I?: *Turns to watch her Damali dance and strip, smiling with the rest of them...hell, she gathers up her drink and moves to the stage she's at, taking a seat up front and whistling, howling, giving her some attention as the others are finally done drolling over Betty McBoobs on the main stage*: I can drink again after I dance. A drunk falling around the stage doesn't pick up many tips.: You mean mindless and slurring? Of course, but there are girls that are naturally that way for them to enjoy.: *Doesn't expect a freebe, that's why she pulls out her wallet and begins waving some money around in her hand, leaning toward the stage to flitter it about, grinning from ear to ear*: No. A different kind of john wants a woman like me. *picks up the drink and drinks it*: *And it goes from there until Damali's dance is done, then you can guess what happens >:) Heh heh* ((See ya all later)): *turns her head slowly and gives her a 'oh, please' look* Exactly.: (bye Squirrelie): (just a sec, I'm eating): None of your damned business. What's with the interview, Barbara Walters?: ((*waves to Anastacia* we're momentarily pausing while cookie gets some food, but I can bring someone else in if you want): ((nah just watchin fer now thanks)): I don't feel like having my brain pryed. Rip off someone else's gig.: It's not a great art to get them to open their wallets. They're horney. Horney men would rather have whatever you want to give them rather than money. Maybe they'll regret it later, maybe not. But that's not our problem.: You wanted to pick my brain. That's what I've learned. There isn't a type that wants me more than others. They'd all fuck me. But the ones that don't pay well enough get the bimbos.: *turns her head to look at her again, dark eyes blazing with mischief* I don't fuck like a bimbo.: Like someone who's getting paid well to do it.: *just shrugs and pushes off the bar, standing* I have to get on stage. *doesn't offer any goodbye, she just goes* (bbl): *comes off the stage, her skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Between her exaggerated moves and the weight of her leather and chain outfit, it's bound to happen. She doesn't change, since they guys seem to like it. After taking care to make sure she doesn't smell like sweaty body too terribly, she goes into the crowd to.... "mingle"*: *is behind the bar, pretty much counting the minutes until he’s off shift. It’s not that he’s in pain or anything to bad anymore, he just gets tired a lot easier than he’s used to getting. But, he did need the money, and it wasn’t like he was doing a full shift. He could make it to the end of the shift, but that didn’t mean he had to look happy about it this close to the end*: *she doesn't take any drink orders. She made her quota on stage. If these lazy bastards want something to drink, they can get it themselves. She heads to the bar, a slow grin spreading across her lips when she sees it's the skinny, sickly looking tender. He won't cut her off, for sure* Hey. Can I get a shot of the Cap'?: *he’s only really paying enough attention to register someone had asked for something, and that it was one of the girls*Yeah sure *is pretty much already checked out of work mode, and caring about work mode for the night, and goes about things mechanically before setting the glass down on the bar for her, not even really sure which girl it is* There you go.: Ah, you're an angel *lifts the shot, and tosses it back* It's about time there was a compassionate soul in this place.: *laughs with a slight grin before nodding with a sarcastic look on his face*Yeah…compassionate, that’s me.: As long as a barrel of sunshine. Like me *drops him a wink and smirks, obviously being just as sarcastic*: *grins again before leaning back and turning his head to check the clock behind the bar as he’s been doing just about every minute for a while now* I swear this night is never going to end.: Mine does in 7 1/2 minutes. Sucks to be you, I guess *slides the glass back over, her glazed eyes giving away that she's already plenty drunk* But I think I need another.: 7 and a half minutes can turn into an eternity for some people. I’m just special that way *shrugs, and gets her another shot automatically hardly even looking at what he’s doing*: *takes the shot and tosses it back as well, putting the glass back down* Well, I'd better get changed. Later *walks back towards the back room, stopped by Chaz leaning down, whispering in her ear. She nods, not even needing to be taken out of the room. Chaz disappears upstairs and she goes into the back to change*: *watches her leave, and goes back to clock watching. It’s so close to getting his time to leave that he only waits until it’s five minutes left, and since the next bartender has already shown up anyway, he decides to take it as a sign and get out, but, of course, he stops to get a drink, since now he’s technically off duty, and he’s taken up drinking again, considering he doesn’t think it’ll really do real damage anyway, and it gives him a minute to just sit before the walk home*: *comes back out when there are thirty seconds left on her clock, her hair up and in a little black dress, as if she's headed for a dinner party. She waves to Jaylin as she walks by* You're off. Get the hell out of here. *goes right out the front door and starts down the street for the Sundance*: I’m not the kind to pass up free drinks *calls after her before finishing up his drink, then following her advice, and gets out of there slipping through the crowd and out the door. It doesn’t take long to realize she’s walking the same direction that he is, and he takes a couple extra long strides to catch up with her* Don’t tell me, the Sundance right? *figures the odds are good, considering his strange kind of luck lately*: mmm *nods once* Are you following me? I'll have to call a bouncer if you get strange *smirks, her long legs not relenting on the pace*: I’m already strange *grins at her* And no, not following you, your not that lucky, I live at the Sundance currently. Seems someone besides me is always headed in that direction….for whatever reason.: Someone from this club going to the Sundance? Well, it's usually for the same reason. (*waves crazy like to Squirrel*): Usually. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who goes there to just sleep if the looks from the desk girl are any indication. *shrugs as he walks* But it means I usually have someone to talk to when I’m walking home.: I don't tend to be very pleasant conversation. *pulls out her silver cigarette case and holds it out to him* Want a smoke? That desk girl is a bitch, anyway.: I’ve noticed *takes one of the cigarettes* Thanks. I only smoke when someone offers one; it’s too expensive for me to keep up as a habit on my own. And a guy doesn’t always need pleasant conversation. If that was all there was, it would get boring.: I've heard you're not one for conversation *takes a cigarette herself before putting the case into her purse and pulls out a lighter* and if you can't afford a cheap habit like smoking, you need a better job.: Heard from who? I guess I haven’t been lately…or at least not for real conversations. Bullshit conversations I’m good for *still holds the cigarette in his hand while he’s talking* And I just got a better job, but bills come first, and there’s this drinking habit I hold in priority over smoking.: If you had such a good job *lights her cigarette mid-sentance and hands him the lighter* then you could afford both and then some.: Well, I’m not working full time at the moment…and I just can’t seem to pull in the same tips as one such as yourself *takes the lighter and lights the cigarette, taking a long drag before handing her back the lighter* So I have to make due.: Maybe you're bartending in the wrong kind of club *she doesn't take offense to his comments, since they're true. In fact, she's being pretty civil to him considering he obviously doesn't have anything to give her*: Maybe, but not sure if I want to work in the kind of club where I’d get those kind of tips. Or….at least 85% sure. I’ve done well with not much for a while, I’m not really all that driven unless there’s a bottle of free whisky I need to get to *he’s basically figuring it doesn’t matter what he says to her. He know she doesn’t really give a damn about him, and he’s tired, and he still hasn’t had his ‘required’ amount of alcohol for the night, and the opposite of most people, being sober usually makes him talk more than being drunk*: *and since she is drunk, about to make a lot of money, she's almost... pleasant* You never know... *keeps walking* So you have a bottle waiting then?: I got at least one for tonight waiting. I usually have at least half of one waiting. I’m good at keeping my room stocked, and if not, in an emergency there is the mini-bar, though that costs. *shrugs as he keeps up with her, smoking in between comments*: I get free drinks, you know. The owner told the bartender to give me what I wanted... he forgot to specify any sort of limit.: Ah, very convenient little slip in your favor wasn’t it? That has to be helpful. Only place I can get free drinks is back at the club, and only when I’m not on shift, which usually means I only get free drinks right before I leave, since going to work when I’m not scheduled isn’t exactly something I like to do.: *rolls her eyes, but not at him* You too?: Yeah, hanging around in a club where I have to actively avoiding looking at co-workers, and be asked every ten minutes, by guys usually afraid of the answer, if I’m gay isn’t my idea of a fun place to go.*finishes off the cigarette and drops it on the ground, pausing briefly to step on it. That came out…more rude that he meant, but whatever. He wasn’t trying to impress her or try and seem nice or anything really* It’s turning into…a bit of an annoyance.: *shrugs, not taking offence* Well, every job has it's disappointments. *still working on her cigarette* Today was my day off, too: Geez, that…that stinks, an opportunity to good to pass up presented itself then?: Extra hours usually are too good to pass up. *tosses away the butt of the cigarette* We've all had to do a little extra work since that bitch has decided that she doesn't feel like doing any. She needs to just quit so we can hire someone else *and would she love that. Then she'd be the number one girl*: *tilts his head slightly as he looks over at her* Which bitch exactly? *he honestly isn’t sure who it is she’s talking about*: *and she turns her head to look at him, waiting for him to put it together, but when he doesn't, she figures she has to tell him* Mary Ann... Kailynn... whatever the hell she calls herself. The girl who hasn't been showing up.: Mary Ann at the club, Kailynn to people outside the club…and she’s just going through a rough time. Everybody goes through one at some point or another, it’s no reason to get mad at her. She’ll be back when she can be.: Hey, you're the compassionate one, not me. She needs to get her shit together on her own time. *looks at her watch. Damn. If she'd gotten a cab, then she'd have had time to take advantage of her free drinks. Oh well. She'll probably have plenty to drink in the room*: Whatever. I guess I am the compassionate one, and it doesn’t seem like there’s much either of us could do about it anyway, so it’s really not worth the breath to start an argument about it *just shrugs, seeing the hotel coming into sight*: Argument? Is that where this was leading? *looks at him again* I didn't realize you were so touchy. You sleeping with with her or something?: No, I actually wasn’t thinking along those lines. She just helped me out when no one else would have, so I figure I owe her enough to try and defend her when need be.: *doesn't seem all to phased by her good deeds. It just makes her dislike the woman all the more* You don't have to waste your energy. She's immune. I don't think that I even make her cry anymore. *smirks lightly before looking back to the hotel* You living here, then?: *just…decides to drop it. It’s not like he can really do any good anyway, he’s not even sure that Kailynn wouldn’t even care if he tried * Yeah, rooms cheap enough, and it’s better than dealing with neighbors that stick around. Plus room service, and maid service.: I spend quite a bit of time here, myself *walks through the door, not having the patience to wait for him to hold it for her*: *he follows inside* Yeah, but like I said before, I’m probably the only one who comes here just to sleep. *starts walking towards his room, figuring she’s got work to do and he’s not going to hold her up* Good luck with…whatever.: Luck has nothing to do with it. *drops by the desk to pick up the room key, then goes to the elevator*: ((it's WAY past my bed time. night darlings *blows kisses*)): ((Night *waves*)): yay!: (*is watching The Good Son*): (oh so true, but I still like it. It's one of my favs *slips IC*) *she will be cleaning up the bar area, just waiting till a rush of people come in*: ((*kicks her stupid comp*)): *comes out of the Sundance and lights a cigarette as she hails a cab. For some reason, the cabby thinks it best to remind her of the no smoking policy... goddamned policies everywhere.* Stop here * she grumbles, and the cab pulls to the side. She tosses some bills into the window and walks up to the bar. She's in her favorite leather pants, soft from wear, and a little boys Batman t-shirt. Sunglasses cover her eyes, even though the sun isn't out*: *she'll smile as she sees Marley enter the bar* Hey: Hi *her voice is scratchy, like she's either been screaming, just woke up, smokes too much, or all of the above* Vodka martini please.: *she'll nod and makes her the drink. SHe hands it to her* There ya go. How've you been?: *at her hotel, she is sitting in the lobby going over the books.*: *coming up behind Marley only moments after she has slipped into the bar... allowing that tanned hand to come forward and stop the door from hitting him... pushing it open he allows himself inside... those pale greenish grey eyes skim over his surroundings a moment as he enters... he wears a dark royal blue suit... coverd by a knee length snow white jacket.. the collar of that silk dark red dress shirt peek out from the shoulders of his suit jacket and the jacket over it... he moves across the room in nearly moments.. coming to claim a seat near the back of the room*: *sits rather uncerimoniously on a bar stool as she picks up the drink* Starting to get sober *doesn't say it as if it's a good thing. She picks up the drink and downs it like Kool-Aid*: *she will see Domenick and smiles at him* Can I get ya anything sir? *looks at Marley* Don't know if that is a good thing or bad thing: *lifts the glasses briefly, revealing dark, intense eyes that are shadowed with lavender...* Does it look like it's a good thing? *slides the glass back to her* I need another.: *she nods and refills it for her, handing it back to her* Just try and take it easy there: *his ears perk just slightly as he hears that faint voice speaking to him.. lifting his gaze to settle upon the woman* just a glass.. and a bottle of Vodka will do fine... *that deep silk like voice sounding out just slightly before he pulls out a large wad of fifties from the pocket of his jacket*: *looks at Marley and shrugs, grabs the bottle and glass and heads over him putting it on the table* There ya go sir.: *looking up as she gets distracted from work. Her mind trails off to him....She sighs and shuts the book putting them in her office she turns and heads out of the hotel.*: Just... give me the drinks, alright *drops the glasses, never liking hangovers. She figures it's just best to stay drunk. The bills catch her eye before the guy does* Just any Vodka?: *getting in her car she desides to go for a drive to clear her head.*: *she moves back over to Marley and refills her drink*: *taking the glass and the bottle once it has been given to him.. a small smile slips pass to take his lips before he slips over two fifties... giving her a small nod* keep the rest.. for yourself... *his gaze shifts over towards Marley who seems to be staring.... at his money... he takes hold of it only to bring it back and slip it into the pocket of his pants now.... he turns his gaze away from the woman after flashing her a small wink.. taking ahold of the bottle he pours himself a glass*: *mentally curses herself as it reminds her that she forgot to hit the bank as she's walking around with 4 grand in her pocket* Fucking charmer.: *seeing the club she stops and parks. Slipping out of the car she is wearing a simple black silk dress. she walks towards the club.*: (*points to the icons* before the dawn bar.): *he sets the bottle down.. lifting the glass up with the same movement.. brining it up to take a small sip.. only to set it down moments later... allowing his gaze to once again slip over towards Marley.. his eyes moving up and down her form as if sizing her up.. or to get a better look at the woman... a small smirk comes to tug at the sides of his lips*: *stepping into the club she has desided to check out the family compition. She moves like a wraith through the crowd of people to the bar.*: *she will see Anastasia and smile at her* Hello, what I can get ya this evening?: Do you have any Imported wine?*her Italian accent is very thick*: *is hot. What can she say? She gives the glass back to Harmonia* I'll take just a straight vermuth on the rocks.