Alexander Donovan: Alex steps into 'his'
domain, Tony on a leash, and a short one at that. He's wearing his 'nicer'
clothes, golden silk shirt left all but two buttons open, and those tucked into
the brown leather pants.
antonio pavlatos: He follows Alexander
quietly, in mode tonight, and definitely in club clothes, and body paint.
Leather lace up pants, and a soft leather poet styled shirt, artfully ripped,
with sections of the body paint peeking out here and there.
Alexander Donovan: Alex is a touch edgy,
taking tony to the bar to get them drinks before heading to a table to sit down,
letting Tony's leash out some.
Christian Gallagher: He's working at the DJ
booth, in full effect. The beat is going strong tonight, the current song being
a trance remix of Linkin Park's "My December." The T-Shirt tonight is "I'm
Jehovah...you didn't witness SHIT."
antonio pavlatos: Tonight, as for the last
week or so, he only gets a very small warmed wine, and a large soda.
Jeff Brolin: *And
maybe it is the beat that draws him in. He seems in a better mood, a small wry
smile on his face. His eyes close slightly as he takes in the feel of the music.
It's a good night. He can feel it in his bones. Take that however you like.*
antonio pavlatos: Downcast eyes dart
around the room.
antonio pavlatos:
d10: Perc/Alert: 2,1,9,6,1,9,8,
Alexander Donovan: Alex forgoes the
alchohol, taking a drink of his 'Virgin Mary' when they sit, idely toying with
tony's hair as he relaxes to listen to the music and watch the flow of people.
Keith Newcomb: ((Ok if Keith comes in?))
Jeff Brolin: ((Not a
problem.))
Jeff Brolin:
d10: per+alert: 7,8,3,3,
Alexander Donovan:
d10: per + Alert: 2,2,10,3,2,
antonio pavlatos: (*beats damn 1s*) He
hears the better music going before he notices Christian on duty, and gives the
man a little smile as he follows Alex to a table, folding himself up on the
floor contentedly at the larger man's feet.
antonio pavlatos: (Come on in :)
Alexander Donovan: ((Hmm... three on one?
Nooo problem! :)
Keith Newcomb: He walks in as well, not his
usual attire. Wearing his slinky-silky black t-shirt that molds to his
impressive pecs and six-pack abdomen, enhancing his broad shoulders and narrow
waist, paired with rough-and-tumble blue jeans.
Alexander Donovan: Of course, of all the
day she wishes Brian were here. There's good music coming out of the speakers...
yep, there's Chris.
Jeff Brolin: *He frowns
as he takes a look around. Seeing the freakish pair. Even for him. Who has
chosen to wear said spiky collar, his shirt saying in big white letters,
"Virgins." With a tally mark underneath it. And his ripped jeans. Still with the
heavy steel-toed boots. He tongues at his lip ring, as he focuses on the couple.
He DOES take a brief look up to the booth, before he clops on over noisily to
said couple.*
Christian Gallagher:
d10: Per+Alert: 6,1,9,8,3,7,
Keith Newcomb:
d10: p/a: 2,5,9,8,5,
Harmony Christenson:
((Brian got fired on Monday *S*))
Keith Newcomb: His hazel eyes scour the room
as he walks through. A deep, deep sigh, and he heads dutifully after the Jeff,
who is approaching the big blond. Keith shakes his head as he makes his way
there. At least they have good theme music for a brawl.
Alexander Donovan: ((*snicker* It's good to
own the owner))
Jeff Brolin: *He moves
over to them without fear, keeping his chin raised. Watching.* Mmmh.
Christian Gallagher: He looks down out of the
booth, and blinks between seeing Jeff and then seeing Alex and Tony. He sets the
next track up...his usual "Halcyon+On+On" by Orbital...and moves out of the
booth. It's a 10 minute song. He has time now.
antonio pavlatos: He notices Jeff, hard
not to as he approaches, and he nuzzles Alexander's knee.
Harmony Christenson:
For anyone who is listening to the chatter around. Some people are talking about
the fact that the owner is here.
Alexander Donovan: He forces Tony's head
to move just a little by the hair, just a little fun as Chris gets out of the
booth and puts on the long song. Then gives him a little push to the opposite
side of the table, and out of the way if things go sour.
antonio pavlatos: He goes with the way his
hair is tugged, curling a little closer to Alexander's leg, noticing Keith in
tow with Jeff.
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
down to Tony. And back up to Alex.* You're doin' that all wrong, you know, *he
informs him.*
Alexander Donovan: Jeff: "That's between
us."
Keith Newcomb: He nods to the others as he
approaches. A glance to Jeff.
Jeff Brolin: The sub's
always in charge, *he says with a cant of his head.* Instead, you've just got a
pussy. Fuckin' shame. Seems an awful waste.
Christian Gallagher: His feet touch the dance
floor finally, and he makes his way over toward Alex, Tony, and Jeff. His
expression is even, making his way there quickly, but not pushily.
Keith Newcomb: "Jeff," he says quietly, but
insistently. "We should talk *before* you go off."
Keith Newcomb: He runs a hand through his
hair, a glance to Christian.
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
back to Keith, and arches an eyebrow. And back to Alex.*
Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "Seriously, man."
antonio pavlatos: His eyes flick up to
Jeff for a moment, then drop to the floor. Well, as much as Alex will let him
since he has his hair.
Harmony Christenson:
The cat walks that go up for aditional seating above the dance floor that also
lead to the DJ booth, have a few people up there. One of them is a gorgous
strawberry blond. Leaning against Mark, who some of you know as the events
manager from the other night. She has a glass in hand. They are up near the DJ
booth actually. She is wearing quite the getup. A black dress type thing with a
black collar around her neck, that seems to be, besides her brests of course,
the only thing holding the dress up. Form fitting top that stops mid torso, then
strips of fabric crsi-crossing around her stomach to the upper hem of the skirt
which falls to her mid thighs. She has on black mid calf boots and her hair is
down.
Alexander Donovan: Alex frowns slightly as
the number of guys approaching that don't like him increaseses. Jeff: "Why is it
that everyone presumes to know how things work between the two of us better than
we do?"
Christian Gallagher: He comes up and stops to
the side of Jeff, opposite Keith, and puts his hands on his hips, looking
between the other four men. "Gentlemen."
Jeff Brolin: *He
shrugs.* Just tellin' yeh. Especially since you don't seem t'know basic manners
an' all.
Alexander Donovan: A glance to Keith eases
him some at that comment. At least something is going a little good.
Keith Newcomb: Nods to Christian. "Hey,
Christian."
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
back to Christian. And an arched eyebrow greets him but he looks back to Alex.*
Keith Newcomb: "Jeff." A roll of his hazel
eyes. "Think of your source, man. That's all I'm sayin'. Consider your source
before you jump in with both feet."
antonio pavlatos: (oops, delete that part
of post about him still having his hair, his head would be down)
Alexander Donovan: Jeff: "Spit it out or
choke on it. Pick one, and stop dancing around whatever you have to say."
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
back to Keith.* Uh uh, man. She gets upset, yeah. But we try to avoid it. This
asshole didn't.
Christian Gallagher: He casts a look at Keith
at that, lips pressing tightly together. Eyes narrow a bit. He can only assume
there's one source, if in fact this is over the same thing.
Alexander Donovan: Alex looks up at
Chris as he joins them, not noticing Harmony just yet... as he several guys
blocking his view as they crowd around.
Harmony Christenson:
d10: Per+Alert: 6,2,2,5,1,6,
Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "Is it worth it? She
does have Christian to protect her virtue and fight her battles. This
might be one to stay out of it. I'm tellin' ya as a friend, man."
Alexander Donovan: Jeff: " 'Sha's Mangled
Corpse' ring any bells?"
Keith Newcomb: Alex: "I meant it as a
joke. I didn't know her very well back then, didn't know she'd freak. Or that
someone had been murdered in her neighborhood." Shrugs.
Christian Gallagher: "Jeff...hold up a
moment." He nods to the man a little bit, and looks back to Alex. "I'd like to
at least give Alex a chance to explain himself..." His eyes flick over to Alex,
jaw setting tightly at the reference to the once-proposed band name. That
willingness to give a chance seems to be fading already.
Keith Newcomb: He looks to Christian.
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
back to Christian.* What for? He did fucking WRONG, mate. *He scowls.*
Harmony Christenson:
She is paying attention to Mark and her drink, more than anything else.
antonio pavlatos: He downs the wine
quickly, then curls up tightly against Alexander's leg, only daring to
occassionally look up at those around them through his hair.
Christian Gallagher: "Big difference there,
Alex. Keith didn't know her well." He gives Keith a nod, only slightly
begrudging. "And if I'll recall, you were quite on Sha-Sha's side at that time,
and all anti-Keith. Now that the shoe's on the other foot, you're awfully quick
to turn on that whole thing."
Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "But we should
hear the other side of the story." And a sudden frown. He suppresses a shudder.
That just SO wasn't him...
Alexander Donovan: "Simple. I asked a lover
for help in a project that Sha thought was worthwhile. I showed that lover
affection. I am getting tired of denying that affection on her account. I'll
still... hurt.. anyone that harms her, but I'm done punishing my lovers for the
fact that someone else hurt her in the past. I'll respect her boundaries, but
she better sure as hell start respecting my lack of them with other people."
Keith Newcomb: Mutters in Jeff's ear
quickly.
Keith Newcomb: A faint smirk and nod at
Alex.
Keith Newcomb: "Just a comment. Ignore it
if you will. Has anyone thought of helping Sha-Sha to deal with the real world
again instead of her getting upset when people do and say things that normal
people do and say?" Shrugs. "Just a suggestion."
Jeff Brolin: Fuckin'
doubt that, mate. I show a bit of... *He smirks* Affection around 'er too. And
she doesn't get THAT upset after.
Alexander Donovan: Alex slowly slides to
his feet. "You want to see what I did that got her to run off?"
Jeff Brolin: *He
smirks.* Try me, mate. Don't think you can scare me.
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
back to Keith.* Y'ever had a debilitatin' fear you've tried t'fix? Fuckin'
impossible. Therapy doesn't help.
Keith Newcomb: Alex: He nods, even if Jeff
doesn't. "Yeah, let's see what upset her." Neutral tone, though part of him
wants to antagonize the situation.
Harmony Christenson:
Mark wanders off to, well work. And she takes a good long look around as she
leans against the railing, sipping at her drink.
Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "Honestly?" Sighs.
"No. I've felt moments of fear. Snippets of fear. But I don't fear anything.
I've no phobias."
Christian Gallagher: "What do you think I'm
doing with the rest of my time, Keith?" He looks over at him, then back to Alex.
"And you? There's a difference between you wanting her to respect your lack of
boundaries, and you parading it out in front of her. And not thinking with your
dick for all of ten minutes to talk to her about the business the first of
those. What you did is the second. There's a certain amount of civility and tact
that you don't seem to be willing to show. And maybe you should think about
that."
Harmony Christenson:
d10: Per+Alert: 6,1,8,3,5,2,
Alexander Donovan: Alex runs his finger
along Tony's collar, lingering a moment on the lion-head clasp.
antonio pavlatos: At Jeff's last words, a
little shudder runs through his body.
Harmony Christenson:
She blinks and watches those down below more closely.
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
back to Christian at that, seeming somewhat impressed. So THAT's what Diplomacy
is like.*
antonio pavlatos: He lifts his head higher
then, as Alex touches the collar, eyes closed.
Alexander Donovan: Alex unsnaps the
leash and holds it up for Chris to see. "I've been parading it around for longer
than I've known her, and she knew I paraded it around. You two may have your
personal intimacy hangups, but I don't."
Keith Newcomb: He tilts his head,
regarding Christian. Hm.
Christian Gallagher: He shakes his head.
"Straw that broke the camel's back, Alex. There was a lot that went down before
that that led up to it. Don't act like that's ALL you did was touch a collar,
and she went running in tears."
Jeff Brolin: *He snorts
at that as well. Personal intimacy hangups, his ass.*
Alexander Donovan: "If the wieght was that
damn heavy, all she had to do to loose it was walk away earlier."
Keith Newcomb: He brings out his cell
phone, checking for messages from Gabe or Kae. Oops, that's right, he's supposed
to call her. He steps back and dials Kae.
Jeff Brolin: You're a
fucking asshole, you know that? *he says with a growl to Alex.* Two fucking
words. You get down on your goddamned hands and knees an' fuckin' apologize. You
are NOT RIGHT in this. You DID FUCKING WRONG.
Christian Gallagher: He reaches up for a
moment, as if he was about to shove the collar away. "She also thought you knew
enough about her and respected her enough to not flaunt it in front of her. And
your voicemail to her after the fact? Absolutely cold. Like you didn't
care...which I really don't think you do. Maybe you should just stay the fuck
away from her." He shakes his head, and starts to turn away.
Harmony Christenson:
Several people around them turn and look at what is going
on. People even stop talking and walking to stare at them. Including Harmopny
from the cat walks.
Keith Newcomb: "Kae, it's Keith. Call me.
Gotta go, gonna be a fight." Clicks off the phone.
Keith Newcomb: Slips his phone away
quickly.
Alexander Donovan:
d10: Rage: 9,2,4,3,7,
antonio pavlatos: He raises up on his
knees when Jeff yells at Alexander, placing his head against Alex's shoulder,
hand tightening on his arm.
Alexander Donovan: Alex turns to give Jeff
a look, like Alex might be hungry, and that for just regular food. Alex winds
the leash a little around one hand, letting the claps dangle a bit. Jeff: "Do it
yourself. Sha and Chris owe me every happy moment for the last several weeks. To
be blunt, no. I don't care about her issues anymore, and if she were to stay
away... fine by me."
antonio pavlatos:
d10: Ch/Emp: 9,4,3,3,2,
Christian Gallagher: ((Initiative time, I
think. Christian's acting))
Jeff Brolin: *His eyes
narrow.* You owe her a fucking apology, asshole.
Jeff Brolin:
d10: Init: 7,
Jeff Brolin: ((14))
antonio pavlatos: He nuzzles Alexander's
shoulder, making a soft keening noise.
Alexander Donovan:
d10: five plus: 3,
Keith Newcomb: He notes the leash and the
way it is positioned. His nostrils flare.
Christian Gallagher:
d10: Init plus six: 5,
Harmony Christenson:
((Yes Init all who are going to be acting))
Christian Gallagher: ((11))
Jeff Brolin:
((Responsively rolling.))
Keith Newcomb:
d10: plus five: 4,
Keith Newcomb: ((9))
antonio pavlatos:
d10: : 4,
antonio pavlatos: (Rolled init, but not
responding this round)
Alexander Donovan: ((8. Yay.))
antonio pavlatos: (10)
Rafiya Ballantyne:
((Oooooh....dang.....I miss all the excitement)
Harmony Christenson:
d10: : 1,3,
Alexander Donovan: ((Ouch, please nice
dicebot let me have better rolls than that.))
Harmony Christenson:
((Okay so order is:Alex, Keither, Tony, Chris, and Jeff. Will resolve in correct
order. Post action then roll.
Alexander Donovan: ((Defense only.
Blocking))
Keith Newcomb: Keith isn't acting at
this time, seeing what's going to go down.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
((And as soon as the next round starts, I'll be
bring Rafiya in if nothing else. I'll wait to give her entrance.))
Alexander Donovan:
d10: block: 7,2,1,5,3,10,
Christian Gallagher: Christian, as soon as
Alex claims responsibility for all the joy Christian and Sha-Sha have had,
pivots back around from his partial turn, his fist rising to aim at Alex. It's
quick and sudden, his expression furious.
Christian Gallagher:
d10: Dex+Brawl (WP): 2,6,4,9,
Harmony Christenson:
((Jeff?))
antonio pavlatos: Tony isn't acting, just
basically getting dislodged from Alex when Christian punches at him and Alex
dodges.
Jeff Brolin: *Jeff is
holding his action, too, it seems, just staying out of the way so Christian can
punch the bastard.*
antonio pavlatos: (or blocked, sorry)
Keith Newcomb: ((Unfortunately I must
leave for dinner. I didn't expect an actual brawl. *S* Keith will not be acting.
Chances are, if Jeff gets in a fight he'll want to have it all to himself. *L*
See you in an hour!))
antonio pavlatos: (*Hugs* See ya then)
Harmony Christenson:
Recap: Jeff stays back as Christian whirls around and hits Alex, despite the
dodge. (Christian roll Damage, Alex Soak)Keith stays out of things, as Tony
get's out of the way. ((Rafiya, roll Per+Alert and Init please))
Christian Gallagher:
d10: Damage: 9,7,6,9,
Christian Gallagher: ((That, ladies and
gentlemen, is the effect of a pissed-off DJ. *G*))
Alexander Donovan:
d10: take it!: 3,5,8,
antonio pavlatos: He mutters, hurriedly, tight panicked voice. "Don't... don't do this now... not here!" No way to know who he is talking to.
Harmony Christenson:
((So Alex takes 3 Bashing -1 to rolls))
antonio pavlatos -> Christian Gallagher:
(What's a damage roll for a blocked punch like that?)
antonio pavlatos -> Christian Gallagher:
(just curious, I normally dodge with my characters)
Alexander Donovan:
d10: Rage: 4,1,6,4,4,
Christian Gallagher -> antonio pavlatos:
Damage = Strengh + Extra Successes after the block. So Christian got three
successes, - 1 success for the block, equals two. So it was Strength + 1.
Essentially, the block works exactly like a dodge, cancelling out successes.
Harmony Christenson:
Next Action Init is Alkex, Tony, Christian, and Jeff (Rafiya
will be able to act in combat next round)
antonio pavlatos -> Christian Gallagher:
(Ah, okay. Guess you can tell it's been a while since I've played in a normal
fist fight! lol And no books by me right now :P
Alexander Donovan: Alex spits some blood as
the punch connects, looking back at Chris while he waits for the next one.
Alexander Donovan: ((spending Rage for
extra action, block first))
Alexander Donovan: d10: block (wp): 2,7,9,9,5,
antonio pavlatos: Tony will look like,
for a moment, he will step inbetween the two men for some reason, but then
remains where he is, a bit to the side, looking panicky at Alexander.
Christian Gallagher: He, perhaps
surprisingly, perhaps not, doesn't throw another punch. He steps up to Alex,
glaring at him. "Don't you DARE try and claim credit for our happiness, you
sanctimonious, arrogant son of a BITCH! She fucking thought of you like a
brother, and you betrayed her!" ((No other action this round))
antonio pavlatos:
d10: WP: 2,5,9,6,
Alexander Donovan: ((Waits to see if he has
to deal with Jeff before posting.))
Harmony Christenson:
((Hold on a sec guys Fang is have major browsers issues.I am going to be posting
and rolling for her so that she can re-start and see if she cannot get her
internet browser to open for her, it isn't letting her right now.))
Harmony Christenson:
*Jeff stays out of the way, simply watching. Waiting, maybe. Tapping his foot to
the music.*
antonio pavlatos: He looks to Christian
with a stunned expression, then shakes his head slowly, "Then... ya don't
know...?" He doesn't finish, looking back to watch Alexander carefully.
Harmony Christenson:
RECAP: JEFF stays put for the moment, Christian get's up in Alex's face but
doesn't hit him anymore. Tony stays where he is, and Alex looks ready to do
battle. ((Rage actions))
Alexander Donovan: All that engery he's
tapped into has to go somewhere, and so he smacks the virgin mary he hadn't
finished off the table. "She wants to be a victim. You might have spent
more time helping her out of it than me, but she came to me when she
thought fate itself was going to victimize her with you, and I gave her
hope that might not be the case. And if you don't beleive that, fucking ask
her."
Harmony Christenson:
((Is anyone else going to be fighting/acting?))
Rafiya Ballantyne:
Rafiya, if she can, will try to be lessening the
gap between her and Alex.
Alexander Donovan: ((Not if he doesn't need
to. Not here anyway.))
Christian Gallagher: ((Not immediately, no.))
antonio pavlatos: He jumps slightly at
Alex's actions, and will go to him as soon as it appears that the blows from
anyone have ended.
Harmony Christenson:
Rafiya is having problems getting through the crowd that seems to have gathered
around the group at this point. Which is also stopping the bouncer's from
getting through to them as well.
Harmony Christenson:
((Hold up Fang is back going to see what Jeff will do))
Jeff Brolin: ((*grinds
teeth*))
Alexander Donovan: ((*offers Fang a
mouthguard*))
Jeff Brolin: You
fucking prick, *he snaps.* People don't MAKE themselves victims. OTHER PEOPLE
make them so. Just because you feed on it. Boo hoo, it's not your fault? you CAN
control it. Fear... she can't.
Christian Gallagher: He doesn't back down,
doesn't calm down. His eyes narrow a little bit, flicking a hostile gaze between
Alex and Tony. "Explain." He'll give them this one chance. One.
Harmony Christenson:
((end of initative. Rafia will be able to push and shove
like the bouncers are to get through))
Alexander Donovan: Jeff gets little more
than an off color look from Alex. Chris: "Do you really want me to air your
laundry here?"
antonio pavlatos: He doesn't explain,
although he could, he lets Alex saw what he wants of things. He just gives
Christian a pained, hurt expression.
antonio pavlatos: (saw-say)
Harmony Christenson:
Two of the bouncers are heading through the crowd to get to Alex, Christian, and
Jeff, through the nice looking crowd that has decided they needed to watch this
instead of dance. Harmony continues to watch with a great view from up above.
Harmony Christenson:
((Dang it how come I cannot spell Rafiya. *Shakes head*))
Christian Gallagher: His jaw sets, teeth
grinding. Never mind the fact that he truly has no idea how lucky he is that
he's little more then meat scraps on the floor. He givces a terse nod. "Good a
place as any."
Rafiya Ballantyne: And push and shove Rafiya does to get through, and for once is glad of her own rage to get a path to clear easier.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
((Rafi works if you want *laugh*))
Jeff Brolin: *He smirks
at Alex, and looks down to Tony.* Teach your master about fear sometime, pussy.
Teach 'im how you can't control the reaction y'have. How it's up to other
people... to do so.
antonio pavlatos: He moves to Alex's side
then, head nuzzles his shoulder again, same soft keening sound coming from his
throat.
Harmony Christenson:
The crowd is not close, and they give way easier to Rafiya easier then the
bouncers.
Alexander Donovan: "She came to me nearly
in tears about how little time you had left before the AIDS kills you. Due to my
lifestyle, I've checked on it. Intead of encouraging her to break it off with
you... and she would have had I done so, I told her about the recent
breakthroughs and how long some of the current treatments remain effective, and
how much it was hurting some reverse life insurance policies. Now, if you want
to keep your job, I need to make a call."
antonio pavlatos: He ignores Jeff's
speaking to him, concentrating on trying to help calm Alex.
antonio pavlatos:
d10: Ch/Em: 2,3,8,9,9,
Alexander Donovan: He relaxes at the
nuzzling Tony gives him, visably letting some anger drain away.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She gets there, catching the tale end of the
conversation. Not saying anything, but Anthony is bound to feel her presence.
And probably Christian.
antonio pavlatos: He gives a quick peek to
Christian, then over to Jeff, eyes clearing saying what he doesn't - You two
are so wrong.
Christian Gallagher: His demeanor doesn't
change...he doesn't look really hurt by it. He nods a little bit, even a hint of
a bitter smile breaking out. "Yeah. And I'm sure you had your own reasons." He
shakes his head, stepping back. Calmer now, but no more forgiving. "Do what you
want, Alex. You're not my fucking master. My world doesn't turn because
of you. You may have given us a chance. But you didn't give us happiness. That
was all us."
antonio pavlatos: And he does feel it, and
his eyes shift to Rafiya, but for the moment he merely acknowledges her with his
eyes and a very little nod, staying close to Alex in an attempt to keep him
calm. He doesn't seem to care what anyone else there thinks of what he is doing,
or why.
Christian Gallagher: The back of his neck
bristles, and he looks over in Rafiya's direction, blinking a moment. Slowly, he
looks away from her, back to Alex.
Jeff Brolin: *And it's
clear from his expression... he disagrees. His foot taps on the floor to the
beat.*
Alexander Donovan: Alex looks to Jeff then
as he pulls out his phone. "Remember what you accused Zhial of? She refuted it.
I won't. I'll accept the blame for that kind of thing." He glances back at Chris
then as he punches up 'Crystals' number. "Nobody follows me that doesn't choose
to. Punch me in the face again and it's 'old world'." He hits send and puts the
phone to his ear, hoping to not have the usual run around getting through.
Alexander Donovan: ((And for those that
would get the reference, facial contact in a challenge indicated it was to the
death.))
Harmony Christenson:
The bouncers make their way through as the crowd stops
staring some of the moving back to the dance floor most of them talking
whispering things to one another. But backing away from the group as a whole.
Dave one of the bouncers look to Christian, "Christian, Go talk to the boss." he
nods his head to the cat walks. Then looks to Alex. "Time for tempers to cool.
Why don't you and your friends go and take a walk." Speaking to Alex, Tony, Jeff
and Rafiya. Bother of them standing off to the side, not feeling inclined right
now to get near Alex or Rafiya.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
Rafiya would immediately recognize that. Arms
cross tightly over her chest as she watches Alexander.
antonio pavlatos: He nuzzles Alexander
then, motioning towards Raf, knowing he probably realizes she is there, but does
it anyway.
Jeff Brolin: Next time
it'll be me, fuckhead, *he says with a growl.*
Alexander Donovan: Alex looks up when the
bouncers direct Chris to the catwalks, smiling and telling whomever answers or
voicemail. "Nevermind, I see her."
Jeff Brolin: *He looks
back to Harmony.* Not until this asshole apologizes.
Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Dave,
and snorts. A last look to Alex, hard and unwavering, and he turns to walk away,
heading up to the catwalks. He pulls a cigarette as he walks, his pace quick,
posture tense.
Harmony Christenson:
Alex's phone rings about 3 times, As one of her friends has
to give her the phone. "Hello." Alex can hear the same music through the phone.
Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles back to the
bouncers. "Situation's taken care of." Alex gives Harm a wave and points to his
phone.
Keith Newcomb: He's just standing off to
the side, watching the exchange.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
Rafiya gives Christian an apologetic look, for
what it's worth, before he heads off.
antonio pavlatos: He glances up and sees
Harmony, and his face seems to ease abit in the tension.
Keith Newcomb: Finally, he approaches
again, looking between the three (since he doesn't really consider Tony part of
the situation).
Alexander Donovan: Or she gets the idea
first, or she picks up. "Hey babe. Don't worry about it. Just a difference of
opinion about his Girl. Best DJ you have, deserves a raise."
Harmony Christenson:
((Jeff Harmony is not down there Dave is *Hugs*)) Dave looks between them all.
"Then you all can get an appology outside."
Keith Newcomb: Alex: "Now. Can I finally
ask something? Did we all get screwed out of the Limelight deal or what's going
on? Because no one's telling me jack."
Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles to Rafi and
waves her over, giving Jeff a smile and wink. Yeah, one hell of a mood swing. He
mouths the words 'anytime, babe'.
Alexander Donovan: Keith: "Bad timing.
Think it went under new ownership recently to someone in no mood to sell. But
should make other possibilities easier."
Jeff Brolin: *Then he
looks back to Dave.* Not movin' till he apologizes. *His hoof is still tapping.*
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She's already standing right there actually. She
doesn't need to get any closer at this point.
Christian Gallagher: He lights up as he moves
along to makes his way up the steps to the catwalk. A drag is taken off his
cigarette, and when he's sufficiently out of view, his fist unclenches, face
wincing as he waves the fist back and forth a bit. That hit hurt both of them.
There is a bit of a smirk, though, as he shakes it off...it hurt Alex worse. Up
the catwalk he goes, toward Harmony.
Alexander Donovan: Alex points to the
phone, then to the catwalk, and holds up a finger to Dave.
Keith Newcomb: Alex: "So we got fucked."
He shrugs. "S'alright, I got another deal going." He looks at Jeff, at his
tapping foot.
Alexander Donovan: "No problem. Though
maybe some heat could help my mood a bit too. Soon. Last couple of days have
sucked."
Alexander Donovan: Alex throws his arm
around Tony's shoulder and starts out. Rafi: "Sorry, think I've pushed my own
buttons enough for the night. So unless Jeff here really wants to continue this
outside, I'm taking a bit of a walk."
Alexander Donovan: Sliding his phone
back in his pocket as he does the rest.
Jeff Brolin: *He's
never looked this focused before. This intent. The tap of the foot perfection
for the music, keeping up. His head bobs slightly.*
antonio pavlatos: Having successfully
helped calm him, he just keeps his head against Alexander's shoulder, eyes
shifting around through his hair at the others, earlier in-mode mood forgotten
for the moment.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She watches the body language going on between
Alexander and Anthony. It's hard to read her right now, except for the crossed
arms, he can tell she isn't pleased about something.
Harmony Christenson:
She nods her head to Christian and motions for him into the DJ booth. This way
he can do his job as they talk.
Keith Newcomb: He looks to Rafiya, finally
noticing her nearby(?). Looks her over a bit, naturally.
Harmony Christenson:
The bouncers continue to stand there. A look to Jeff as if they have thrir
orders, and will do things the hard way if necessary.
antonio pavlatos: He moves with Alex, now
giving a slight smile to Raf, and although he notices Jeff discreetly, he
doesn't acknowledge it.
Alexander Donovan: "Sorry about the hassle
Dave, I'll buy you a beer tomorrow night when you go off duty." He starts for
the door then, figuring anyone that has more to say to him will step outside
with him.
Keith Newcomb: He glances at the bouncers
then. A roll of his eyes. A look to Alex's departing back.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She's wearing her usual attire. White explorer
button down shirt and khaki shorts, with hiking boots.
Christian Gallagher: He frowns, but nods,
moving to the DJ booth. He slips into it and sets a couple songs to play, then
starts packing up.
Luis Ruiz: * The man stops to get wanded at
the door as usual and then makes his way inside, pushing his way through the
crowd of dancers on his way to the bar. *
Jeff Brolin:
d10: Fuddle (WP): 3,7,3,8,6,10,
Alexander Donovan: ((Going to MT open if
anyone is following.))
Keith Newcomb: Well, Rafiya's better
looking to watch rather than the bouncers. Especially the legs.
Luis Ruiz: * Here stands a once handsome
man. His features are latino and the accent is there to go along with it. Maybe
Cuba? At five feet and eight inches he is not tall, but coiled into that small
frame is a seemingly boundless potential to do harm. His face is thin and devoid
of fat and the eyes are a deep brown. His hair is black and trimed in a high and
tight. The dominating feature is the large scar that covers the right side of
his neck, stealing away any beauty that might have remained on the once handsome
face. On the left hand there is a large class ring with a diamond seting. He
looks to be in his mid to late twenties. Dressed in a pair of Olive gray 5.11's
and a charcoal longsleeved shirt with a black photographers vest over it. *
Jeff Brolin: *He snaps
in a heartbeat, and focuses on Alex, even as he gets up.*
Harmony Christenson -> Christian Gallagher:
She takes a seat inside the DJ booth, crossing one leg over
the other. A smile to Christian. "Got all your anger out?" she raises an
eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
antonio pavlatos: (oh, and just for the
record, Tony has Danger Sense)
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She's not leaving the place, more calm now after
Alex has left.
Jeff Brolin: ((And
PEr+Aware if you want.))
Luis Ruiz: * After the wrestling match that
is just geting there the man takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink. It
takes the tender a little while to notice he is there. *
Christian Gallagher -> Harmony Christenson:
"I'm not going to work for Alex, Harmony." He grabs
his book of CD's and starts putting the spare ones out back into it. "He's going
to continue to think he's responsible for my welfare, like he did down there.
Fuck that. I'm sorry, it's nothing against you, but I know the master/sub
relationship. And I know that me working here will just let him continue to fuck
with Sha-Sha and my life. And I'm not down with that."
Alexander Donovan: Alex stops suddenly
and fishes into Tony's pocket, pulling out a key and snapping his collar off. A
firm hand on Tony's shoulder.
antonio pavlatos: He freezes, then looks
up at Alexander in shock. After a moment he starts to tremble.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
"Men," she says under her breath, though gives
Keith a smile as she decides to head to the bar.
Jeff Brolin: *He smiles
faintly, and heads for the Dungeon.*
antonio pavlatos:
d10: WP: 3,9,3,6,
Alexander Donovan: ((no awareness.))
antonio pavlatos:
d10: WP: 9,8,6,5,
antonio pavlatos: (oops, sorry for double
post)
Keith Newcomb: He smiles back to Rafiya.
"We're absolutely rotten," he agrees.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
d10: awareness: 6,5,4,4,2,3,
Luis Ruiz: * He stirs the drink with his
finger and then licks at the droplet of rum before taking a sip and turning on
his stool to check out the dancers from his new, safer vantage point. *
Alexander Donovan: "Tony, did you get hurt
in the fight?" Alex takes his shirt off and starts wiping it on Tony's neck.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
((Forgot she could roll for that. My bad.))
Harmony Christenson -> Christian Gallagher:
"So you would quit because I have a sex life? And for the
fact you were going to be working harder I was going to be giving you a raise.
He doesn't OWN me, not in the scence that you are thinking." she stands up
pissed off now. "I own this club not him, it is my name, my money that has paid
off the debts of this place, and is keeping it in the black." ((Blowing
willpower))
antonio pavlatos: He's shaking now,
"No....no, Mtolo...wh... what's goin' on?" His voice is tiny.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
"The testestorone that gets thrown
around.....there are better things to be using it for...." she smirks.
Keith Newcomb: Rafiya: He gives her a
grin and a wink. "You're so right." He glances at Jeff, but for the moment,
Keith heads to the bar rather than following him.
Harmony Christenson:
The bouncers get back to their jobs now that things have settled down. But still
watching to make sure Alex talkes that walk.
Alexander Donovan: "You're bleeding..."
Luis Ruiz: * He rubs at his eyes as a cloud
of cigarette smoke hits him from further down the bar. *
Christian Gallagher: Some kind of
conversation is going on up in the DJ booth between Christian and Harmony, as
Christian moves around the little area.
Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel paused on the sidewalk,
peering up at the building.. a slight smirk as the sensation of deja vu washed
over him. Looks like the place.. he thinks, at least. Either that or he'll be
walking on maass or some such. He shrugs slightly, and approaches the building.
antonio pavlatos: He touches his throat
with a trembling hand, then shakes his head. "N...no...Mtolo...I'm... okay." His
breathing quickens, confused by what is happening, and now getting scared.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
d10: alert/per: 4,5,4,7,6,8,2,
Luis Ruiz: {{ Because I said so. If you need
to talk ping me on ICQ. }}
Luis Ruiz: {{ Punts droped PM. }}
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She spots Luis and is quite surprised to see him
here. Maybe the night wasn't a washout after all. The woman is all smiles now.
Alexander Donovan: Alex wipes his hand on
the back of Tony's neck and shows it to him. "Yes you are."
Christian Gallagher -> Harmony Christenson:
He looks up at her and shrugs a bit, as he takes the
book and slips it into his backpack. "You'd better tell him down there. He
certainly seems to think he owns you, and can tell you what to do. He seemed to
think he was all sorts of responsible for whether I kept my job or not. This
isn't the only club I've worked...just the only one I've worked in a while. I
can get by...but I tell you what, Harmony. You deal with Alex. Tell him to stop
acting like he owns the place, because that's EXACTLY how he's acting. If that
happens, then I'll be back. For now, though, I'm taking the night
off...something I haven't done since I've started working the Lime exclusively.
Call it...a personal issues night." He shoulders his backpack and moves toward
the stairs.
antonio pavlatos: He looks at Alex's
shirt, and his hand, but sees nothing, and looks up at him, shaking his head.
"Ain't no... blood..."
Luis Ruiz:
d10: per/alert: 5,6,6,9,2,5,
antonio pavlatos:
d10: Perc/Empathy: 5,6,1,5,7,6,2,
Gabriel Marsh: Gabe's a bit surprised as the
bouncers don't actually card him.. looks like they thought about it for a
moment, but let him pass anyway. Hmm. That's a good sign. His smiled broaded
slightly, then half-way faded as he glanced about the interior of the club..
Poor smalltown boy hasn't quite seen a variety of people like this before. Not
in one place. Certaintly not in "real life" before. He doen'st quite stop dead
in his tracks, and keeps moving, to his credit.
Alexander Donovan: Alex ignores any stares
he's getting, smelling and licking his fingers.... giving Tony an odd look.
antonio pavlatos: (That's it, the dice
hate me again tonight)
Harmony Christenson -> Christian Gallagher:
She doesn't stop him from leaving, phone in one hand arms
crossed. She looks pissed but she won't stop him from leaving. Although getting
someone in here to DJ on short notice might be a problem.
Luis Ruiz: * He takes nother sip from his
drink before laying it on the bar and looking around again. Spoting Rafiya he
gives a half grin. *
Keith Newcomb:
d10: p/a: 6,8,4,9,7,
Gabriel Marsh: ((my fault. the dice hate me, and all
in my presence. ^-^))
Keith Newcomb: He spots Gabriel
immediately. Probably because he stands out so much. Getting a Guinness for
himself, he heads over to Gabriel at the doorway.
Luis Ruiz: * Then his eyes shift to the DJ
booth to see if his student is working tonight. *
Christian Gallagher: He makes his way out of
the booth, backpack over one shoulder, and turns when he hits the floor, heading
toward the back door.
Christian Gallagher:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,9,5,4,5,3,
Gabriel Marsh:
d10: per+alert: 5,8,5,6,
Luis Ruiz: * As it looks like the kid is
leaving Luis goes back to his drink. *
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She moves toward Luis, purring very very quietly
under her breath.
Harmony Christenson:
There is a Strawberry blond in the booth pacing and talking on the phone.
Christian Gallagher: He looks over, noting
Luis, and nods to him briefly before he makes his way toward the door.
Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel is a sore thumb. it COULD
be worse. He still gives off a 'country boy tourist' feel, though he shakes a
bit of that off as he notices Keith as the other walks up to him--ahha, so this
IS the right place.
Keith Newcomb: Grins at Gabriel. "Jeff
just headed off to the Dungeon. Feel like joining him?"
Alexander Donovan: He wipes away at Tony's
neck, trying to find something apparently.
Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel blinks, leaning a bit closer,
"the.. What?"
Alexander Donovan:
d10: Rage: 3,6,9,6,8,
antonio pavlatos: He is begining to get
really scared now, and grabs Alexander's hand. "I'm okay... I am..." He looks
around, but there is no one to go to, unless he went to Raf, and he barely knows
her.
Christian Gallagher: ((Oh, dear.))
Luis Ruiz: * He returns the nod and then
steals another glance at the woman, smiling when he notes that she is coming
closer. *
Jeff Brolin: ((Not
heading towards. There. IN the Dungeon.))
Renata Giordano: It's a club and it's
also sort of her kind of place. In a way. She's dressed in bright colors at the
moment, contrasting with the dark-clothed crowd.
Alexander Donovan: Alex has to focus to
keep it at bay (spending WP), he shoves the collar and key in Tony's hand and
wraps the shirt around Tony's neck. Then whirls to run back to the dungeon.
antonio pavlatos: He senses the rage about
to blow, and just lets his body go limp.
Jeff Brolin: ((Renata
- roll Per+Kenning))
Keith Newcomb: Gabriel: "The Dungeon."
Claps an arm on his shoulder and starts steering him that way.
Harmony Christenson:
((*rubs temples*))
Renata Giordano: [*makes a mental note to
buy kenning*]
Rafiya Ballantyne:
((Okay, I'm confused here now as to who is where.
Are Alex and Tony IN the Dungeon yet? Or only on their way. Because I thought
the Dungeon was another room. And guess that goes for anyone else that is either
in dance/bar part versus Dungeon.))
Harmony Christenson:
Gabriel as Alex runs for the dungeon would not want to go in there because of
what he is feeling, which is the hairs on the back of his neck raise. People get
OUT of Alex's way, looking if nothing as if they have been intimidated half to
death.
Christian Gallagher: He pauses at the door as
he sees Alex running toward the Dungeon. He takes a brief step forward...then
stops himself. Alex does NOT look like someone to be fucked with right now. He
kind of lingers at the door a moment, before stepping out. Security can deal
with the asshole. ((And gone. Thanks for the scene, guys!))
Keith Newcomb:
d10: p/a: 7,5,7,4,7,
Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel gets an odd look on
his face best summed up by the phrase 'WTF?' laced with a trace of panic. HE
doens't resist the guiding force that is keith, but he's stil ltrying ot figure
out what keith actually said.. dungeon can't POSSIBLY be right...
Jeff Brolin: ((ICly,
Jeff is there. I had to monitor some Changeling activity in here, Raf-p.))
antonio pavlatos: (The Dungeon is
downstairs)
Keith Newcomb: He stops shorts, hauling
Gabriel back as well, staring wide eyed at Alex. Something feels...very wrong.
Alexander Donovan: ((Alex was heading to
the door, but saw something on Tony that made him freak out. Chris was busy, so
he's aimed back toward Jeff.. who's shown that he's not the ordinary sort of
human. Giving people a chance to respond to Alex turning around before I change
rooms.))
antonio pavlatos: (go to other room or
what?)
Gabriel Marsh: ((edit slightly!))
Alexander Donovan: ((Heading toward outside
door that is.))
Gabriel Marsh: Gabriel does resist
slightly, particularly as Alex suddenly tears off across the room in the same
direction he's headed
Renata Giordano: Humming to herself, she
reaches into a hidden pocket to pick up her phone and call Jeff. He hangs out
here sometimes, doesn't he?
Luis Ruiz:
d10: per/alert: 6,7,10,5,4,3,
antonio pavlatos: (Okay, read that
wrong...) Tony is shaking like a leaf, but suddenly takes off across the room,
shoving through people if he has to, to follow Alex.
Rafiya Ballantyne:
She's got a bad feeling, but right now, her
attention is for Luis.
Keith Newcomb: "Oh shit," he mutters,
scrabbling for his phone to call Jeff.
Renata Giordano: "Hey, Jeff, it's me,
Ren..I'm here at Limelight." As if he can't hear the thrumming beats in the
background. "Where are you?"
Gabriel Marsh: Gabe looks oddly at Keith,
at Alex, at the club... The little pessimist in the back of his head says 'it's
gonna be one of /those/ nights isn't it?'
Renata Giordano: "Yeah, I decided to be
sociable and come out to see people and do that clubbing thing. You busy or can
I join you?"
Luis Ruiz: * The smile melts away as the
madman crosses his view behind Rafiya, and his hand instictivly goes to the
small of his back only to find the pistol is not there. Fucking New York
booze laws. *
Keith Newcomb: He speed dials quickly.