Ita McNairee: *doin the rounds, seeing if there's anything that needs done, smelling like dog*

Ita McNairee: *the little pikey tugs her dress uncomfortably, nice, god damn she looked good in it she supposed.. browny greeny shimerry niceness.. her fingers play across her abdomen, touching the material.. Melody hadpicked out a really nice dress... just.. not as much movement. she jingles faintly, leaning against a wall and looking through the crowd*

Ita McNairee: *a sigh of old air as she watches people. none of them overly familiar. well.. her eyes drift. aside from that gentleman that always sat, just there. getting politely slouced. .. he looked a little like the type that might want a particular variety of company.. she frowns. fuck no. she wasn't supposed to do such things in Karlos's club, even if she was a little low on money*

Jarod Freeman: Into the Club he walks, after paying the cover charge. Yes, the man does have a tux. And he looks damn good in it, too.

Jarod Freeman: Walking into view is a young man, blessed by God with natural great looks. He has a very "pretty-boy" face, vaguely remniscent of Jared Leto with his well-defined facial structure and big blue eyes. He is just a little bit lanky, though he tries to stay physically fit, and it shows underneath his tuxedo, black with red cumberbund and tie. His hair, a shoulder-length platinum blonde, hangs free and unfettered. He walks the confidance of a man who knows who he is and what he wants.

Ita McNairee: 1,4,5,6,

Jarod Freeman: 6,4,2,6,7,

Ita McNairee: *the pikey, is oblivious tonight. eyes sort of glazed, focussed on the resident lush as she things to herself, head cocked. she runs a hand through her hair, considering how exactly she was going to swing things for getting to staten with no money for a cab*

Jarod Freeman: His eyes pass over the room, as if he's looking for someone. They do stop briefly on Ita...hey, let's face it, the chick is hot, and looks good in green. Jarod may be deeply in love, but he's still a man. He grins a little, but moves to the bar instead, taking his first drink, a rum and Coke.

Ita McNairee: *she snaps out of it. well.. maybe josh could pry that floorboard up for her so she could get at her cash. damn maitenence people! it was Loose for a reason. they're going on the list with hobos. she trundles over to the bartender to ask when the boy works... barefeet sticking to the carpet*

Jarod Freeman: He takes his drink and sips it, eyes drawn back to Ita, noting her glazed expression. He frowns lightly, until she snaps out of it. Then, it returns to its casual smile.

Ita McNairee: Och.. *noting Jarod's glance she hops up on the stool beside him, giving him a friendly smile. tempted to perch, buut that would stretch the damn dress improperly* Loves.. when's Josh en? ye dinnae kain?.. *she leans across the pretty man to talk to the bartender* Och well dae ye kain effen melly's en later than? *a frown as the bartender proves useless*

Jarod Freeman: A look over at the woman when she mentions Melody. An eyebrow raises, and he smiles to her. "Good evening..."

Ita McNairee: *she gives Jarod a grin and a look over, nodding to him cheerily. no Ita. No customers from the club. take off the dress and beg on the corner, or go to hells kitchen to turn a trick, not..in the club!* Allo loves. *she singsongs merrily*

Jarod Freeman: "Did I hear you were looking for Mellie? As in, Melody Drake?" He watches her, the charming smile remaining on his face.

Ita McNairee: och aye *she nods, brightening further* Dinnae thenk she's en recht noow tho. ye looken fer Melly tae?

Jarod Freeman: He nods. "Yeah, I am." He extends a hand. "Jarod Freeman."

Ita McNairee: *she claps her hands around his with a warm shake and a jingle* Ita McNairee loves, nice tae meet ye. *she wriggles on the stool a little* Hoow dae ye kain melly?

Jarod Freeman: "We're...close friends." A nod. He didn't know this woman quite yet, so he wasn't being THAT open. He remains his warm, charming-ass self outwardly, though. "You?"

Ita McNairee: a friend o 'ers. work wie her tae, here o tha concerto. *she grins and tugs at the dress* She's tha wan what bought me thes fancy get oop. *she gives an animated nod, barefeet dangling with a faint tinkle of charms*

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little, smiling a bit. Yeah, the dress was Melody's style. "Got it...good deal. What do you do here?" Another sip of his drink.

Ita McNairee: *that brings the pikey up short. what dooooes she do here? fuck. she gives an impressibe shrug* Ah'm kindo an independednt type. ah coome.. check en.. work casual.. sommetimes ah clean thengs.. some times ah ninja crawl aboot looken fer baddies *oh yeah.. the busty jingly loudmouth sure screaaamed ninja* soome times ah spell paint awn thengs. Ah jes check en.

Jarod Freeman: "So you're an everyman. Or everywoman, in this case." He grins. "Versatility in your job is always a good thing. Makes you less bored."

Ita McNairee: Och.. *She looks at him appraisingly a moment, tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as odd brown eyes flash with an idea* loves.. ye look like a strappen young felly.. have a lass an arm wrestle? *she puts her elbow up on the bar and cocks her head*

Jarod Freeman: He blinks at that. "Arm wrestle?" A curious grin lights his features. "That's...easily the most interesting proposition I've ever heard from a woman I just met."

Ita McNairee: *her fingers wiggle and she grins, waiting*

Jarod Freeman: He narrows his eyes, grinning, and then nods. "All right, all right...you're on." He slides his jacket off, then unbuttons his sleeve, shaking his head with a smile.

Ita McNairee: *she laughs merrily and takes his hand, squaring their elbows up and getting on her knees on the stool to make up the height difference,once they'r set up she queries* ready doves?

Jarod Freeman: He rolls the sleeve down past the elbow and sets said elbow on the bar, locking hands with her, grinning a bit. He nods. "1...2...Go!"

Ita McNairee: 4,6,

Jarod Freeman: 10,6,

Ita McNairee: *a half squeal of effort before her knuckles hit the bar with a clatter of jewelry. she looks pleased as punch to have lost* Perfect!

Jarod Freeman: He grins a little as he wins, but blinks, looking a tad surprised as she's happy to have lost.

Ita McNairee: aye than! *a tug at his rolled up sleeve as she slips of her bench* coome we me than hulky!

Jarod Freeman: He raises an eyebrow, but shrugs, sliding off the stool and grabbing his jacket. "Ooookay. Where are we going?"

Ita McNairee: yer coomen wie me tae help me left a steck, en yer fine clothes an aul. *she grins and starts hauling him to the back with a merry jingle*

Ita McNairee: been drafted entae service fer a pikey.

Jarod Freeman: He lets himself get pulled, intrigued enough to see where this is taking him. "Lift a stick?"

Ita McNairee: *into the back the slip, ita grinning back at him and leading him to a dressing room* ah reckon ye've been back here effen yer a close friend o mellys. *she gives a wink* than agawn ah reckon tha'd depend awn hoow close close o a friend ye are.. *she smiles and hauls him into a dressing room.. towards the closet*

Jarod Freeman: "Uhhh..." He gets pulled toward the closet. "I'd say very close." He looks at the closet. "Stick's in there?"

Ita McNairee: aye *her foot taps a floor board thats got a bunc of vicious looking scratches around it.. teeth marks.. a couple of stb marks from something* thes wan. cannae gie et opp meself.. tried leveren et.. but ah need a felly wie a bet o strength fer tae pull

Jarod Freeman: He looks at it, an eyebrow raising speculatively. "Well...I can give it a shot." He looks around. "Do you have a, uh, claw hammer or something around here? Might make it easier...pull the nails out."

Ita McNairee: nae ah tried theyre like.. magic hammered oor somethen.. *she bites her lip. fucking maitenance crew* ben usen me hands an crowbar.

Jarod Freeman: He sighs a little, and stands over it, looking the thing over, looking for something to pull by. "Okay..."

Ita McNairee: ah can lever effen ye can pull?

Ita McNairee: *she trots over to get a crowbar from the little cot, holding it and nibbling her lip. here's a fun outing. lets destroy concerto property?!*

Jarod Freeman: He takes the crowbar, nodding with a smile, as if she was helping him, not the other way around. "Thanks." He sets the thing in as best he can, and tries to pry. ((Strength+1 for the Crowbar's help))

Jarod Freeman: 8,9,2,

Ita McNairee: 2,4,

Ita McNairee: *she braces herself, tugging at the board.. for all the good it does them, grumling and tugging without much success..* fook!

Jarod Freeman: He sighs, looking at it. "All right. Lemme think." He looks around, frowning.

Ita McNairee: *her back hit the closet wall and she flashes her teeth at the board, getting frustrated* rrrrggg. *she rakes a hand through her hair and looks to him*

Jarod Freeman: "Got that hammer handy? I think I got a plan."

Ita McNairee: *she nods and scuttles to retreive the hammer from where she'd hucked it in frustration, jingling over and handing it to him, smiling pleasantly, frustration fleeting* Wha's yer plan boss?

Jarod Freeman: He takes the crowbar, setting it into the groove, and starts smacking it further in with the hammer. "We just need...more...leverage!"

Ita McNairee: och bloody brillinat! *she laughs and tugs at the sides as they comeloose, cringing as her fingers get pinched but intent on getting the board up* yer tha.. smartest.. walken monkey.. ah reckon.. *she tugs hard, intent on gettingher money.. so help them if it wasn't there!*

Ita McNairee: 3,9,

Jarod Freeman: ((Adding another die for the smacking, and spending a WP. He's getting annoyed with the floorboard. *G*))

Jarod Freeman: 3,2,8,1,

Ita McNairee: fooken! AH'm aboot ready tae fooken well beat tha shite oughta thes fooken theng! *she snarls, pissed off but unable to help but laugh, crushed fingers held to her chest, smooshed a little*

Ita McNairee: (why can't we just WIN! urg! 3 sux.. just 3. all i ask!)

Jarod Freeman: He gives a frustrated sound. This thing will NOT beat him. "One more try, then I take the claw end to the wood itself." He's joking. Mostly. He starts pounding the crowbar into the wedge again.

Ita McNairee: *she huffs with a growled noise of irritation, but shoots him a good natured grin, slipping fingers in the hole again once there's room, and reefing* Och.. yer a good... sort o.. felly tae have.. aroond.. handy.. *tuuuug*

Ita McNairee: (wp.. she's getting angry!)

Ita McNairee: 1,4,

Jarod Freeman: "I try." Pulllll. ((WP))

Jarod Freeman: 5,5,8,3,

Ita McNairee: *the pikey not only doesn't move the damn thing.. she manages tear off some flesh, snarling as she does so*

Jarod Freeman: He looks back, eyebrow raised at the snart, then notices the wound. "Jesus. You okay?"

Ita McNairee: Aye.. ah'm fine.. dinnae woory boot et none. *she gnashes her teeth a little, holding it away from her so it doesn't get on melly's lovley dress* och thes fooken theng.. es never comen oop!

Jarod Freeman: He looks at the board, frowning. "Maybe the other side is weaker?"

Ita McNairee: mayhaps.. ah couldnae gie et started awn tha side.. yer welcome tae try et.. *she shimmies around him* soory.. expected et'd jes be heave ho an aft ye toddle... nae a fooken demolition jobbie

Jarod Freeman: "It's okay." He frowns, nodding. "Well, if we've loosened it at all from this side, the other may give some..." He bangs the crowbar down, forcing it into line betwen the floorboards. ((Dammit, WP!))

Jarod Freeman: 7,9,2,6,