Piotor Ivanovich: *The waitress comes
back with Mary's drink, and his own scotch.* Most kind of you to accept my
offer, dear lady. *He holds out a hand.* Piotor.
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4):
d10: per alert: 9,7,4,7,
Dani Lane: *blinks, seeing the dancers*
Jeff...
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): He looks around
slowly, eyes sliding over Jeff and Dani before settling on Piotor. His raven
brow furrows thoughtfully as he regards the other man.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She takes his
hand as she slides into the seat next to his, and gives it a friendly shake,
"Mary."
Jeff Brolin: What,
y'didn't bring any dollar bills? *His eyes widen, confused.*
Dani Lane: Jeff>> this is a strip club!
Piotor Ivanovich: *He shakes her hand.* My
pleasure, Mary. *Lowers his voice, and flicks his gaze towards Dani and Jeff.*
If you're a student of human nature, I think we're about to get a show at least
as interesting as that upon the stage.
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): Alexi quietly
orders a coke, eyes widening when the waitress holds out the waistband of her
tiny little lycra shorts for a bit of cash. Blinking, he slips the five home,
his fingers shaking.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She turns to
look at where he's indicated with a curious twinkle in her eyes. "Cute couple.
What about them?"
Jeff Brolin: *He
pauses.* Also, the sky is blue. And my eyes are grey. And it is possible for you
to starve to death. Any more factoids, oh master of the obvious?
Piotor Ivanovich: *He murmurs.* Look at
her face--she had no idea what sort of establishment he was taking her to.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She narrows her
eyes a little, her expression playful. "Oh wow. This will be
interesting..."
Dani Lane: Jeff! Why did't you tell me that?
*blushes*
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): Chuckling, Alexi
begins to relax. He's not the only one utterly out of their element.
Jeff Brolin: Because it
was more fun t'see yer expression. *he grins.*
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods to her.*
Exactly. *He takes the opportunity of their sotto voce conversation to lean in
closer to her.* Now, would you care to make a bet on whether she storms out, or
if he convinces her to stay?
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She begins to
giggle quietly, sitting in the corner with Piotor. "That's just lovely. The guy
doesn't even seem sorry. What an ass." She considers his proposal. "Fifty on her
sticking around. Deal?"
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods*
Alright--fifty on her storming out. Though I suspect you've got the better odds.
Dani Lane: *groans, rubbing her forehead and
watching the floor, crimson*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Sorry. I'm not
a big risky taker." She shrugs, leaning closer to him as they watch from the
shadows.
Jeff Brolin: Oi, no!
The stage is up THERE! The dancers get offended if you don't watch their
boobies. That's FACT.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He chuckles as
Jeff's voice wafts over to them.* Although I must say, the lad seems to be
supporting my side of the wager.
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): Shaking his head
slightly, Alexi rolls to his feet and heads for the door.
Piotor Ivanovich:
d10: Per + Alert: 7,7,10,5,
Piotor Ivanovich:
d10: Man + Contacts: 4,2,6,3,5,9,
Piotor Ivanovich: *He catches sight of
Alexi, however, and attempts to discretely flag the young man down.*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Oh no... The
guy is such an ass! I wanna hit him." She says of Jeff to Piotor.
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): d10: per alert: 7,3,5,5,
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): He catches
the discrete wave and shifts his stance, moving confidently towards Piotor.
"Good evening, sir."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He chuckles to Mary.*
Now, now... Keep in mind, it is possible the young lady is, in spite of all
logic to the contrary, fond of him. You would upset her greatly in such a
circumstance. I hope you don't find me rude, but I'm hoping to let this fellow
*Indicating Alexi* know that I have had some success in a mutual business
endeavor.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She glances up
at the new comer from the dark corner of the club that they were sitting in.
"Oh, I see. Well, have a good evening." She begins to slide from the chair
beside him to return to her own table.
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): "Don't let me
interupt, Ma'am," he says, inclining his head politely to Mary, his smile warm.
Piotor Ivanovich: *And then he nods to
Alexi.* Please, not so formal--it is hardly the setting for it. *He motions to
the stage, where a young lady of ample proportions has just begun a 'champagne
dance'.* I just wanted to know, I was going to call you tomorrow. I've had some
luck on that matter you asked about. *Nods* Three books, two French and one
Russian. The Russian one is mainly folklore of that sort, as is one of the
French. The other French book, though, is the real find. It is supposedly a
first-hand account of the abbot of a monastery who claimed to have encountered
such a beast in the forest outside the monastery.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He hastens to motion
Mary to wait.* This should only take a moment. Please, stay, for a few minutes
at least.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She returns
with a charismatic smile of her own. Her presense just made one want to like
her. However she returns to her own table for now, to look for her next mark.
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): "I'd like to see
the books before we settle on a price," he says, tongue smoothing over his lips
thoughtfully, his eyes lazy.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: (dlp)
Dani Lane: Jeff>> *groans again*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She returns
with a charismatic smile of her own. Her presense just made one want to like
her. However she sits back down beside Piotor quietly, not wanting to distract
them in the least.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods to the young
man.* Of course. They should be arriving tomorrow morning, at which point you
can examine them at your leisure.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles as Mary
returns to the seat next to him.* Thank you for your patience. Besides, we need
to see who wins the bet, yes?
Mary Margaret St. Michael: Her smile
broadens as she begins to take off her leather jacket, "Yes, we do."
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): "Call me. If I
don't answer, leave a message. I may be leaving town in the very near future so
I'd like to take care of this as soon as possible. Thank you," he says, almost
bowing to Piotor, his eyes studying the man's face from beneath lowered lashes.
Father complex...It has to be.
Jeff Brolin: *He hands
over a few dollar bills to Dani, and looks excited as his tequila arrives. He
tosses back the shots.*
"Margarita":
d10: New Face: 8,9,6,9,6,
"Margarita": Into the club she walks, a
young woman of barely over 22. Latina from her facial features, young and
pretty, wide-eyed, innocent look about her...fresh out of the welfare system,
maybe. She's dressed in a green windbreaker over a dingy wifebeater, hip-hugging
jeans, and a pair of worn sneakers. ((Per+Awareness roll allowed))
Dani Lane: *blinks at Jeff, taking the bills*
what're these for?
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods to Alexi.*
Of course. As soon as they come in. *Smiles inwardly--that respectful attitude
is likely to cost the poor lad a bit of coin. He helps Mary out of her coat,
hanging it on the chair on the far side of him, if she's not watching out for
it. The gesture is both superficially carefree and totally calculated--it pretty
much traps her at his table for a bit, at least.*
Dani Lane:
d10: Per+Aware: 9,6,10,3,9,
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): Alexi nods,
smiling warmly at Piotor. The smile turns to a smirk as he turns away, full lips
curling in an expression those that knew his Father disliked rather intensely.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She lets him
take the jacket, and the grace and smoothness of her movements becomes all the
more visible now that her arms are not covered in thick leather.
"Margarita" -> Dani Lane: ((There's a
sense of something supernatural coming from Margarita. A wild, primal sort of
Resonance, like the feel of an animal laughing.))
"Margarita": She peers around as she comes
in, eyes wide and blinking at the scene around her. Nude girls don't seem to be
her cup of tea. A little shiver, and she makes her way toward the bar.
Jeff Brolin: You stuff
'em in the g-strings of said strippers.
"Margarita":
d10: Per+Alert: 2,7,3,2,9,2,
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): His eyes
flick over Margarita and he offers her a smile before moving towards the door.
Dani Lane: *blinks and looks toward Magarita,
cocking her head..... then looks at Jeff* WHAT?? No.. nonoonono
Piotor Ivanovich -> "Margarita": ((DD for
the new arrival: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=89
Currently sitting in a dark corner with Mary Margaret.))
Piotor Ivanovich: *He raises a brow at
Jeff's boldness.* He just keeps pushing, doesn't he? I'm really beginning to
wonder if he ~is~ trying to get her to bolt.
Jeff Brolin: Like this!
*and he demonstrates, taking bills, and winking at the stripper.* Now, you try.
Alexi Rothechilde (PB 4): And out he goes.
Dani Lane: Jeff>> *face, BEET red* no... no
nonono.. no.. you.... no... you.... go ahead... *hands him the dollars back,
averting her eyes*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She watches the
couple's table. "I may lose my money, tonight. I have that feeling."
Piotor Ivanovich: ((Later, Alexi-p!))
Jeff Brolin: *He sighs,
and rolls his eyes.* You gonna follow me, you have t'play along, at least. What
kinda lesbo ARE you, anyway, that doesn't like naked chicks?
Piotor Ivanovich: *He chuckles.* I may not
even have to cheat. *Winks at her.*
Andrea Angotti: Andy stalks into the club
like she owns it, brushing past the dumbfounded bouncer with a grin. She's all
sleek, hard muscle and sinful curves poured into a pair of jeans and a snug
black t-shirt, tied at the small of her back to reveal the gold hoop in her
navel, with the word "Security" written across her full breasts. Her face is
cute, in that girl-next-door kind of way, utterly at odds with her body, and
framed by thick, waste length chestnut curls, shot through here and there with
streaks of red and black.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She grins
widely over at Piotor, rolling her hand down his arm playfully. "Now how could
you have cheated?"
Dani Lane: Jeff>> *blinks* I'm not a lesbo!
*crimson*
"Margarita": Her bright brown eyes pass
around the room, pausing very briefly on the corner of the establishment where
Piotor and Mary-Margaret are. She continues on, arms crossed over her body, and
not paying attention as she pumps into a stripper walking by. A blink, and she
looks at the woman nervously. ~Span~ "Pardon me, miss...I did not mean
to...I..." She takes a couple steps back, away from the stripper, toward the
door.
Andrea Angotti: ((Pump that stripper,
Margarita!))
Piotor Ivanovich: *He chuckles* Well, I
was considering paying one of these hard-working young ladies twenty dollars to
offer the subject of our bet a lap dance. *Winks at Mary.* If it worked, I'd
still come out ahead.
Piotor Ivanovich: ((*Coughing fit* Heeheee....))
"Margarita": ((Baah. Pump, bump, s'all the
same. *S*))
Andrea Angotti:
d10: per alert: 9,5,1,
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She laughs a
bit, looking over at Piotor in wonder. "That's ingenious."
Jeff Brolin: Seriously?
I thought you and Kait... you know, went muff divin'. *He smirks.* SWEAR I did.
Or mebbe Fel told me that.
Andrea Angotti: And Andy sees nothing but
the bar with its lovely, lovely bottles. Settling against it she orders a
tequilla, slamming the shot almost before the glass hits the bar.
Dani Lane: Jeff>> *eyes wide, blushing
darker* Jeff!
"Margarita": To the door she backs, and
slips away. Right out, quick as she entered.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at Mary.*
Well, a smart man always tries to have an angle of one sort or another. *He
nods, a curiously openly machievellian tone to his voice.* Of course, if you'd
picked her running, I would have said that interference wouldn't be fair. *Winks
at her.*
Jeff Brolin: You prefer
snackin' on the tuna taco? *He waggles his eyebrows.*
Andrea Angotti: She takes another shot and
then turns her eyes to the stage, expression thoughtful.
Dani Lane: Jeff>> No!! It was... jus' one
time..... 'm not gay.... *so NOT looking at the stippers*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She looks up at
him adoringly. "Of course. Piotor, are you a gambler?"
"Margarita": Outside, she walks up to the
dog outside, still looking quite innocent and naive. A girl and her dog. She
leans down to pet him, and leans forward to murmur to him.
"Margarita" -> Joshua [lupus]: "We've got
our girl, Pookie." She lets a little grin slip onto her face.
Jeff Brolin: Baby, one
time means you're at least bi. Nothing wrong with a little sexual flexibility.
*He snorts, looking up at the strippers.* Love lookin' at tits, but sometimes,
nothin' wrong with gettin' fucked either.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He chuckles at Mary.*
Depends on your meaning. I'm not much for casinos or poker games, but I enjoy
the occasional... how should I put it? Well, wagers like this one--betting on
the world. There's more... zest to it, don't you think? Of course... *He lets
his voice trail off for a bit, as he sips his glass.*
Andrea Angotti: Licking her lips she runs
fingers through her curls, touseling them before moving towards the stage,
fingers digging in the pocket of her jeans.
Joshua [lupus]: *The dog, a lovely black animal,
with definite wolf blood in him, though possibly a lab mix of some type. Floppy
ears, that twist with the wind. His tongue lolls out at whatever the girl
murmurs to him. Such a good dog.*
Dani Lane: *covers her face, getting more
embarrased by the minute*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She gets a
darker look to her eyes, "I have to agree. I'm sorry, but what were you about to
say?"
Andrea Angotti: She leans up to one of the
dancers, holding up the fifty with a shit eating grin and sparkling blue eyes.
Flicking her eyes from the girl to the stage, she waggles a brow.
Jeff Brolin: *He arches
an eyebrow.* I do guys too. I'm not a fag. If you're embarrassed by it,
y'shouldn't DO it.
"Margarita" -> Joshua [lupus]: "Figure I
go in there, all young and innocent and willing to do ANYTHING for a place to
stay...see if she takes the bait. She works girls on the street, so she very
well might. Either way, I might be able to lure her to the bathroom for a nip.
We take her there. Sound like a plan?"
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles as she
takes the bait.* Well, while our wager here is all fun and good, cash can be a
bit boring at times. For instance, supposing, instead of betting fifty dollars,
I had suggested that if she bolted, you had to go up to the manager and offer an
impromptu 'amateur night'? Naturally, if that were the bet, then you'd have to
set an equal... dare, forfeit, whatever you want to call it--for me, if I'd
lost. Naturally, the goal is to keep the value equal for both bettors.
Joshua [lupus]: *He nods his head, and cuddles up
against the girl.*
Jeff Brolin:
d10: per+alert: 3,9,7,2,
Jeff Brolin: Oi! Andy!
*He grins, and waves to her.*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: "I'm not a risk
taker, hun. Never have been. That means there's no way I would do something like
that... in public..." Her voice drifts off exactly like his did only moments
before, in obvious imitation.
"Margarita": A warm, loving smile to her
dog, and she leans down to kiss his head...a last murmur, before she looks at
the door for a long moment. Then, she rises...time to try it again. She takes a
deep breath and makes her way back into the place.
Dani Lane: Jeff>> I jus'... don' like m'
buisness announced t' ever'one...
Andrea Angotti: Grinning as the stripper
takes the cash, Andy uses her strong arms to lift herself up onto the stage. She
settles on the chair that's brought out, legs splayed wide as she lazily strips
off her t-shirt, tossing it at Jeff.
"Margarita" -> Joshua [lupus]: "Cool.
Better get your gameface on, then. Can't get in the club with furface." Like she
doesn't know he knows that. "Love ya, babe." She seems almost giddy. Maybe a
little nervous.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at the way
her voice dips.* I understand--you should never wager more than you're prepared
to lose. In which case, you'd have to come back with an appropriate alternative
suggestion, as well as setting my forfeit. It's a negotiation, of course.
Jeff Brolin: *He grins
as he catches her shirt.* Then baby, y'shouldn't be hangin' out with ME.
Joshua [lupus]: *He nods, again, and the wolf moves
behind a dumpster, and quickly.*
Dani Lane: *sees Jeff catch a shirt and
blinks.... gaze irresistably drawn to the stage........ it's like a train
wreck... she wants to look away..... but can't*
Andrea Angotti: She traces her breasts
with her hands and then grips the chair, laughing as the dancer straddles her
lap and begins to move, bowing her body backwards over the chair until her head
almost touches the floor. Andy licks her lips, her expression sultry, brown eyes
smokey as she lets the dancer move - lets the other girl use her body any way
she wants.
Andrea Angotti: ((brown=blue...I think I
need more soda!))
"Margarita": She slips back in, arms
crossing over her waist as she slips past people, trying not to make contact.
She looks around, nervous, as she tries to find a place to sit. Somewhere out of
the way...like a dark corner. Oh, there's one.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She touches
her chin lightly, thinking. "I'll just modify the wager a tad. I'll still give
you your performance, not a public one though... and if you lose, you'll take me
somewhere fancy. The opera, or something. You'll buy my dress and everything."
Jeff Brolin: *He
watches on PURPOSE, dammit. And puts a bill in his teeth, to offer to her.*
Piotor Ivanovich: *He raises a brow.* A
pretty hefty wager... *Considers* But I can hardly say that I'm getting the
short end on this. *He nods* Done.
Andrea Angotti: The dancer takes it in
her teeth and then sits up, turning so that everyone can see her give it bill to
Andy. Andy lets it flutter to the floor and breathes softly over the dancer's
lips, almost but not quite kissing her as she gives the girl a playfull push
with her hips, urging her out of her lap. Standing, Andy steps up onto the
chair, one hand catching the pole as she turns her eyes to the audiance. She's
not dancing...Its sex, pure and simple as she moves, one hand sliding down her
tightly muscled abdomen to the snap of her jeans. Her brow arches in question.
Jeff Brolin: *He grins
at that, and looks back to Dani.* No shame in it.
"Margarita": She skitters her way over to
the corner and takes a seat in a chair nearby Mary and Piotor. She smiles shyly
up at the approaching waitress, who asks what she wants. ~Span~ "Oh, nothing,
thank you, Miss. I have no money to buy anything else..." She looks at the
waitress apologetically.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She smirks, knowing how she wanted this night to turn out either way. "And it's a deal. Perfect. Hey. Are you a business man?"
Dani Lane: *blinks, watching the stage...
jaw open a bit.... only barely hearing Jeff*
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods* Rare
books--that's what that conversation was about before.
Andrea Angotti: She rolls that first
button open and then the second and third, stopping there to roll her hips
towards the Dancer's face with a playful smile.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Really." Her
thoughts drift over to Kyla. "I know someone else who likes those kind of books.
I'm, not really, into those things myself. I couldn't learn anything from them."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at her.* Oh,
really? Well, pass her my card. *He pulls out a small silver case, and slips her
one.* And they're not for everyone--especially if you don't read Latin or the
like.
"Margarita": As the waitress heads off,
she reaches into her pocket, pulling out a battered lighter and...an empty pack
of cigarettes. She sighs deeply at the empty pack and looks around for a
table...hmm, everyone's attention is on...she blinks, staring at the stage for a
looooong moment. Eyes very wide, and a more then a little bit nervous.
Andrea Angotti: The dancer grabs Andy's
pants and drags them down as Andy lifts her feet up off the chair, powerful arms
bulging. The dancer slips the jeans down over Andy's heels and tosses them
towards Jeff as well as Andy curls her legs over the other woman's shoulders,
hips rolling.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She takes the
card as her conscience starts to pick at her. She bites her lip as she reads the
writing.
Dani Lane: *eyes wider*
Jeff Brolin: *He grins,
and takes said clothing. He's CLEARLY not giving them back.*
Piotor Ivanovich: *The card reads in
elaborate script: "Piotor Ivanovich/Rare books/Restoration/Authentication/[Shop
address/phone #]/By Appointment Only"*
Andrea Angotti: Andy's eyes flutter
briefly as she tightens one hand around the pole and lets go with the other,
curling fingers in the dancer's hair. The angle makes it look like so much more
is happening... And Andy shoots Jeff a look that tells him quite clearly she
needs her damn clothes back!
Joshua Coil: *He grins, and stands up, hefting shirt
and pants. And he starts to head for the men's room.*
Joshua Coil: ((Gah... DLP... not MTing any more.,))
Jeff Brolin: *He grins,
and stands up, hefting shirt and pants. And he starts to head for the men's
room.*
Andrea Angotti: ((*falls over laughing and
gives that post to Jeff*))
Joshua Coil: ((Josh does NOT grin.))
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She stares at
the card for a good long time, and then slips it into her jeans' pocket. She
looks back up at Piotor with a smile, "I really think she'll like that."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He raises a brow,
watching Jeff head for the bathroom.* Well, he is just full of chutzpah, isn't
he? *Chuckles*
The Rusty: [nor does he use the man's room]
Andrea Angotti: Andy groans and makes it
sound like a moan even over the pounding music as she uncurls her legs from the
dancer and pushes aside the chair with a foot before settling to the floor of
the stage.
Joshua Coil: ((Yeap. He pees on trees, like any
other man.))
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods to Mary.* That
would be great. *He seems to consider* Okay, if she doesn't bolt while he's away
from the table, I'll concede, and we'll exchange numbers for that trip to the
opera, shall we.
"Margarita": She tears her eyes away from
Andy, blinking, and looks to the table next to her...cigarettes suddenly
remembered. Smoke. Yeah, smoking is good. She gives Mary and Piotor a nervous
smile, speaking in broken English. "Pardon me, seņor y a seņora...would
you happen to have a...ah..." She frowns. "A cigarrillo...err...a
cigarette?"
Jeff Brolin: *And he
calmly walks to the little boy's room, letting the door close behind.*
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at
Margarita.* I'm afraid I do not. *He produces an ornately carved pipe.* I could
let you have some of my tobacco, if you happen to have rolling papers, though.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She nods at
Piotor, and then looks up at the stranger blankly.
Dani Lane: *blinkblinkblink..... surely
they're not going to....*
Andrea Angotti: She struts around the
dancer, her expression cocky, her powerful body rippling with tension before she
slides to her knees and crawls towards the front of the stage, eyes settling on
Dani as the other dancer slinks up behind her.
Andrea Angotti: ((behind her=behind Andy))
Piotor Ivanovich: *The pipe, for the two
ladies near him, is actually a very cunning likeness of its owner--it even
includes a pipe in his mouth.*
Dani Lane: *swallows, wide eyed and frozen*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She smiles at
the cute little pipe. "Wow."
Andrea Angotti: Andy winks to Dani and
then drops down in a modified push-up, the dancer settling against her back and
between her spread legs, moving in tht slow, age-old rhythm.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at her.* I
once had a request from a pipe-maker to get a book that he suspected included
some hints to his family tree. This was part of the deal. A master craftsman.
"Margarita": She smiles shyly at Piotor,
nodding a little. "Si...that would do. Gracias." Her hand dips
into her pocket, producing some of the said rolling papers. "Forgive me...I am
very new to your country, and I do not...ah...have very much...conocimiento?
Um, knowledge? In the ways of things."
Dani Lane: *gulps*
Mary Margaret St. Michael:
d10: Per + Subterfuge: 9,8,5,8,6,2,
"Margarita":
d10: Manip+Subt: 7,5,10,2,7,6,1,
Andrea Angotti: She licks her lips and
winks, moving with the dancer in that slow, pulsing rhythm until the song ends.
She then lets the dancer pull her to her feet and grins, kissing the girl full
on the lips before turning and bowing as the MC bellows out her name as if it
means something.
"Special, and unexpected guest appearance by Miss Andy Angotti!"
Joshua Coil:
d10: Wits+Subterfuge: 8,5,6,9,4,3,
"Margarita":
d10: Specialty: 7,
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at
Margarita.* That is no problem--I'm technically an immigrant, myself. *His voice
is almost completely unaccented, faint hint of Russian. He hands her some
tobacco; the scent is extremely rich and aromatic, much moreso than typical
manufactured cigarette tobacco.*
Joshua Coil: *He walks into the place, faded blue
tee shirt, and jeans. He takes a look around, and then heads on towards an empty
table.*
Jeff Brolin: *And he
walks out of the bathroom, sans Andy's clothing.*
Dani Lane: *still slack jawed... blinking*
Piotor Ivanovich: ((*Snickers* Sadly,
Piotor's key weakness is a belief that he's the only sheep among the wolves, so
he rarely is suspicious in this sort of situation, unless given reason.))
Andrea Angotti: In bra, panties and high
heels, Andy stalks down the stairs of the stage and onto the floor, moving
towards Dani with a grin.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He dips his head at
Jeff, then at the rather overawed Dani.* I think you just won the bet. Do you
prefer German or Italian opera?
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She smiles up
at the stranger, bright and friendly.
Dani Lane: *frozen... deer in headlights
look*
Piotor Ivanovich: ((Er, "Only wolf among
the sheep". *Blinks, shakes head.*))
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She blinks over
at the couple. "I... don't know." Shit. Well it turned out okay in the end,
since now Kyla could get her books. But still...
"Margarita": She takes the tobacco with a
grateful smile and a nod. "Gracias, seņor." She blinks at the smile she
gets from the two, and she offers a warm, if somewhat timid, smile back. "Tell
me...where does one find...ah...what is the word...home? A home for the night?"
Andrea Angotti: She winks at Dani and
then turns to regard Jeff, hands settling on her softly curved hips. "Where's my
clothes, Jeff?"
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at her.*
Alright, I'll surprise you. *Nods* And who knows... maybe I'll figure out a bet
I can win, for after the show. *Grins, sliding a card to her, and flipping it
over, with a pen.* Your cell, if you have one, would be fine.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He raises a brow at
Margarita.* Well, do you mean a hotel? *He eyes her clothing for a moment,
instantly assessing her likely income.* What price range do you have in mind?
"Margarita": "Price range?" A wide-eyed,
almost owlish blink at Piotor.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles gently.*
Well, what sort of cash do you have on you? Hotels in this city can be fairly
pricey, I'm afraid....
Jeff Brolin: *He
grins.* I was in the mood for a wet tee contest.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She takes the
pen and writes a number on it openly. "It'll be wonderful," she replies with a
playful grin. She glances up at the woman asking them questions suddenly. She
can't take this woman home either. The child was getting annoying, and she
wasn't even here.
Andrea Angotti: "Did you go into the
bathroom and jack off on my clothing," she asks, brow arching slowly as she taps
her foot.
Jeff Brolin: What? No,
I only did that to Jeremy. Twice. YOURS, I just decided t'put in the sink.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He takes the card back
from Mary, and nods, tucking it back into the case.*
Dani Lane: *swallows* uhm.... *she's wearing
a button up over shirt over a t-shirt..... she takes the over shirt off and
offers it to Andy*
Andrea Angotti: "You put my clothes in the
sink in the men's bathroom," she asks, balling one hand into a fist.
Jeff Brolin: *He grins
brightly, and nods.* Yeap.
"Margarita": "I...cash?" She blinks, then
her face falls a little, as she seems to figure it out. "Oh. I have no money, I
am afraid. I...there was familia I was supposed to meet here, in New
York...but they are all gone."
Andrea Angotti: She snorts at Jeff and
takes Dani's over shirt with a smile, kissing the girl's cheek softly. "Thanks,
bella," she murmurs, pulling it on and buttoning it up. Her eyes flick around
the room until she spots Josh. "JOSH! I NEED YOUR BELT!"
Dani Lane: *blinks at the kiss, crimson*
D-... Dani...
"Margarita": She winces at the sudden
shout from Andrea, seeming startled by it.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods at Margarita,
considering.* Well, I happen to know of a woman's shelter that you could stay at
for a few days, if you need to track down your family....
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She doesn't
have much sympathy for the homeless girl, and her gaze wanders over to the
pantless girl to follow her adventures instead.
Joshua Coil: *His eyes widen, as someone calls his
name. And he frowns, and gets up. Slowly. He walks straight to Andrea, ignoring
everything else. Without hesitation, he pulls off his belt. Not like he needs
it.* All right, ma'am. Though... keep in mind, to be a successful bodyguard, I
should keep a LOW profile.
Andrea Angotti: She snorts softly at him
and rises up to kiss his cheek, perilously close to his lips. "I haven't been
attacked in weeks Joshie-pooh. Relax," she says, winding the belt a couple times
around her hips before buckling it.
Joshua Coil: *He looks nervous at that closeness,
but he shrugs, and looks away.* Yes ma'am.
Andrea Angotti: "Isn't he cute," she
asks Dani, chuckling. "Go on and skulk in your corner Josh. I'll be fine," she
says, sitting down next to Dani.
"Margarita": "Oh...yes, seņor. A,
umm...a shelter...that is where people stay, yes?"
Joshua Coil: *He nods, and turns slightly, back to
his table. He pauses, and then actually changes direction, towards the men's
room, to find a place to sit nearer the restrooms.*
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods to Margarita.*
Yes, when they are having difficulty. *He looks between the two women, making a
brief calculation. Yes, that should work....* Tell you what... I will show you
one, not far from here, if you like. *He looks to Mary, and takes her hand,
gently.* Forgive me this interruption, dear lady, but I fear I can be a bit of a
gallant at the most inconvenient times. *He murmurs something that, unless she
speaks ancient babylonian, she's not likely to understand, and kisses her hand.*
Dani Lane: *look at Andy, swallowing
nervously*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: Her lips purse
as he takes her hand, not quite understanding... oh. Then she smiles girlishly
and nods.
Andrea Angotti: Andy leans against Dani,
murmuring softly. "I'm straight hon. Sorry..."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He rises, and then
motions to Margarita.* Shall we?
"Margarita": "Oh..." Her eyes widen, and
she shakes her head. "No, no, seņor. I would not take you away from
your...talking. I am sure I can find somewhere soon enough...and a way to make
money soon after." She smiles brightly. "America is the land of opportunity,
they say. I will find something...gracias."
Dani Lane: Andy>> *blinks, blushing* I...
am, too... *well, except for that one time*
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at
Margarita.* No, no--this city can be a dangerous place for someone who doesn't
know it. Please, I insist. I would feel no end of guilt if something were to
happen to you.
Andrea Angotti: She licks her lips and
sets her hand on Dani's thigh, stroking very lightly. "Somehow hon, I doubt that
very much. You look like a little kid in a candy store."
Dani Lane: Andy>> *blinks* I.... I... I...
uh... I never uhm.... been.... to a uhh.... a... place...... like this..
before.....
Andrea Angotti: She chuckles softly. "And
I bet you're wet as hell," she says, ruffling fingers through her curls. "Its
all good. Trust me."
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She's listening
to the pantie girl from a ways away.
Dani Lane: *blinkblinkblink, blush* uhhh...
"Margarita": She blinks at Piotor,
seeming...perhaps, a little intimidated by the man. "Si, si...that is
what the last man told me." She shivers a little bit. "Gracias, senor...but
I will find this shelter by myself."
Andrea Angotti: Andy snorts and waves
down a waitress, ordering another shot of tequilla.
Andrea Angotti: She glances around and
then back to Dani. "Outside of my movies my tastes are pretty tame."
Dani Lane: ... movies...?
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods to her, a tad
disappointed.* Very well. Give me just a moment, then. *He goes over to the
bartender, and talks quietly for a few minutes, then goes back over to the
woman.* Here, this is the address of a shelter nearby. You should be able to ask
directions fairly easily.
Andrea Angotti: "You should ask Jeff," she
says, chuckling. "I'm sure he'd be happy to show them to you some time. He has
all of them."
"Margarita": She looks up at him a moment,
hesitant, but reaches out to take the address offered. "G...I
mean...thank you, senor. Very much."
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She turns back
toward her own table. She looks up at "Margarita" with a hopeful smile. "Good
luck."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods to her.* Good
luck. *He looks back at Mary.* Well, since it seems I find myself at loose ends,
might I take you home, instead? *He picks her coat off the back of the chair, a
subtle sort of manipulation.*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She smiles
weakly over at Piotor, "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't. I wouldn't want to wake
my little girl." She winces a bit, 'cause the words came out so lame. "She's the
one who's into those old books."
"Margarita": She smiles shyly to
Mary-Margaret, and then to Piotor. "Thank you." Trying the words out again.
Andrea Angotti: "I need a smoke," Andy
says with a sigh, standing. She gives the shirt a tug, making sure everything is
mostly covered, and saunters towards the bar.
Dani Lane: *looks at Jeff... then back at
Andy* what kinda movies..?
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles to Mary.*
Well, then, I can drop you off at the door. *He smiles to Margarita.* You're
welcome, and good luck to you.
Andrea Angotti: "Porn, sweety-pie," she
calls over her shoulder.
Dani Lane: *wide eyed again... looking at
Andy*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Persistant,
arn't you?" She smiles a bit toward Piotor, ignoring the Mexican. "Alright."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at Mary.*
Well, to be a successful businessman, one must. *He nods, and smiles even more
broadly as she assents, motioning to help her with her coat.*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She slides into
her coat gracefully, smiling like the great big bottle of charisma she was.
"You're so kind. Thank you."
"Margarita": She watches them head to the
door, lips pursing for a moment. She looks over to Joshua surreptitiously, with
a helpless shrug.
"Margarita": ((Ack, DLP. They haven't
HEADED to the door yet. Misread.))
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles to Mary.* Not
at all. *He walks her to the door, hailing a cab as they step outside.*
Piotor Ivanovich: ((*C* Was just about
there, anyway?))
Andrea Angotti: She orders another shot of
tequilla and begs a cigarette off the bartender, sighing as he lights it for
her.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She walks
closely to him as they go. Her hopes aren't completely dashed.
Andrea Angotti: Taking a deep drag she
glances around the club, eyes settling on Josh as she exhales. Her tongue flicks
across her teeth and she sighs, downing the shot fast.
"Margarita": ((And once Mary and Piotor
are outside...see above.)) She rises to her feet once they're actually gone, and
starts to make her own way to the door. Walking a little more directly, more
confidently then when she first came in.
Piotor Ivanovich: *As they get into the
cab, he smiles.* Where do you live?
Joshua Coil: *He starts to get up, and cracks his
neck. He does not look over to the odd girl.*
Joshua Coil: *He follows Margarita. For once, he
does not look over to Andrea. He will apologize later.*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Brooklyn." She
gives the cabby directions offhand, looking Piotor over once again. Every once
and while a shadow seems to come over her eyes as she thinks.
Andrea Angotti: Her brow furrows slightly
as Josh just walks past her. "The fuck?"
Dani Lane: *glances around.... wondering
where Jeff fluttered off to*
Piotor Ivanovich: *As they're riding,
he comments.* Actually... can you spare a five-minute detour? This shouldn't
take long.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She nods,
smiling. "Sure. I would love a detour."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He nods.* Perfect.
*Smiles at her, and gives the cabbie a second address; it's along the way, if
perhaps a bit more than five minutes off-track.*
Andrea Angotti: Finishing the cigarette,
Andy heads towards the men's restroom to retrieve her very wet clothing.
"Margarita": She slips out the door,
looking around and scowling as the cab turns around the corner and vanishes from
sight. "Mother. FUCK." Ooh, watch the change in demeanor of the girl, now that
she's outside.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She narrows her
eyes a little, her lips smiling playfully. "Where are you taking me?"
Joshua Coil: *He sighs, as he steps out after her.*
I knew I should have stayed in the other form.
"Margarita": And the accent...almost
totally gone. Back down to her usual hint of one.
"Margarita": "Jesus H Motherfucking Christ
taking it up the ass from South Park's Satan! What, do I have to have a SIGN
OVER MY head that says, 'Hey, Prostitute here, kidnap me!" She looks over at
Joshua. "Am I not kidnappable enough? Holy shit on a stick, Joshua...what's a
girl gotta do to be forced into selling your body these days?"
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at Mary.* My
shop. You can wait in the cab; I just want to pick something up.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She sits up a
little straighter. "Oh! What is it?"
Andrea Angotti: She comes back out wet and
annoyed. "I gotta head home, Dani," she says, handing the girl back her shirt.
"Thanks."
Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow.* You... uhh...
*He pauses.* If it helps, if I were evil, I'd kidnap you and force you into
prostitution. *And he says it so thoughtfully, with that wince on his face.*
Piotor Ivanovich -> "Margarita":
((*Cackles* I think Piotor just dodged a bullet. *Snickers muchly.*))
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at her.* A
surprise, I believe is the proper answer. *Gives her a slightly wicked smile.*
Dani Lane: Andy>> uhm..... y're welcome....
nice to meet you.... *blinks a little.... still in shock over the porn thing*
... what was... your name again?
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She laughs
lightly, "Oh, perfect. I hate surprises, darling."
Andrea Angotti: "Andy Angotti," she says,
winking before heading towards, and out, the door.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He grins at her.* I
suspected. Don't worry, though--the anticipation won't be held too long. *He
motions.* Just over there, driver. *The cab pulls over, and Piotor opens the
door.* Wait here, and keep the meter running; I'll be right out. *He slips out,
and goes to the door.*
"Margarita": She smiles and moves to
Joshua, wrapping her arms around him with an honest, sincere smile. "Aww,
thanks, babe. Means a lot to me that you said that."
Andrea Angotti: Andy stalks for her
car, heels clicking sharply against the pavement - girl is irritated.
Dani Lane: *nods to Andy... she'll have to
remember that name next time she goes to the video rental*
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She watches him
duck inside, and waits patiently... well, not so patiently. She starts looking
around.
Joshua Coil: *He smiles faintly.* Maybe... she
doesn't want a prostitute. Maybe she wants something else.
Andrea Angotti: Muttering under her breath
she folds Josh's belt in half and grips it. She brings her hands together and
then out quickly, making the belt SNAP!
"Margarita": "Maybe. Or maybe she was just
more focused on the guy." She looks over at Andy, blinking. "Umm...babe. Your
client is wet. And looks pissed."
Piotor Ivanovich: *He steps in, and goes
up a thin flight of stairs... a window goes on in an unmarked upstairs window. A
few minutes later, he comes back out, getting into the cab.* Here you go. *he
holds out a book. It's got a tan cloth cover, worn by age, but has an air about
it that seems to almost speak of a child's love for it. The cover is embossed
with the picture of a beaver arguing with a rabbit. The title reads, "The
Adventures of Paddy the Beaver, by Thornton W Burgess".* Burgess is one of the
great children's authors; this book, while it's still got a lot of years on it,
isn't really worth that much on the market--I'd just as soon see it go to a good
home.
Joshua Coil: *His eyes widen, and he looks back over
his shoulder.* Really? *He frowns.* Miss Angotti? Are you all right?
Andrea Angotti: "Peachy!" She stops
walking and turns to head back. "You apparently missed the part where I got
naked and sweaty on stage and my biggest fan quote, end quote, took my clothes
into the men's restroom and soaked them."
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She looks down
at the book afraid to actually reach out and take it. She's knows Kyla will love
it just from looking at it, but at the same time it reminds her of the childhood
she never had, and the fact that she was a horrible reader. "I... I don't know
what to say."
Joshua Coil: *He frowns.* Shall I have him beaten?
Andrea Angotti: "No. My bodyguard on the
other hand..." She trails off, voice thoughtful as she offers Jeff back his
belt.
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles, and motions
for the driver to procede to the first address he was given.* Well, I believe
the customary response is, "Thank you." *Winks at her.* Give it to Kyla, with my
warmest regards.
Andrea Angotti: ((Jeff=Josh))
Joshua Coil: *His jaw tightens, and he looks... It's
hard to say, what the emotional level. He shakes his head.* I'm... sorry, I was
distracted.
Dani Lane: *looks aroud for Jeff again....
then sighs.. and look at the stage... blinking when she sees a pair of large
breasts swinging not even a foot away from her face* uhh... *leans back a bit*
"Margarita": "Ahh, give the big lug a
break, Andy." She winks at Andrea, giving her a biiig coyote grin, as she leans
against Joshua. "We were out huntin', and I'm quite distracting."
Mary Margaret St. Michael: She nods and
takes the book with soft hands, staring down at it and biting her bottom lip.
"Thank you..."
Andrea Angotti: "Who the hell are you,"
she asks, turning her eyes to Margarita before flicking them almost accusingly
up at Joshua. "Loyal my fucking ass..."
Joshua Coil: No, she is right. Reyna, *he says, with
that grumble.* I can start finding a suitable replacement.
Joshua Coil: ((Right! Forgot she was still in
disguise. He's not THAT stupid.))
Piotor Ivanovich: *He smiles at Mary,
kindly.* You're welcome. *He puts an arm around her, easily, and lets the ride
stretch out in silence for a bit, before resuming conversation.* When would be a
good night for the opera?
Piotor Ivanovich: ((And... I've got to
go--work calls, and then I'm leaving, I'm afraid. *C* He drops her off and is a
perfect gentleman. *G* Thanks for the scenage!))
"Margarita": "Aww, come on, Andy...don't
you remember? We met in the park. Whaddya think of my new look?" A very
un-Margarita chuckle from her. "And really, you could say he was doing his duty.
Just not in a way that's obvious."
Andrea Angotti: "You, are so not
Reyna," she says, gesturing.
Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Let me know a
few nights in advance so I can clear my schedule, but anytime is good, babe."
She leans in close to him, ever the optimist. Maybe he can be used for other
things, like some sort of... Kyla gift dispenser, or a babysitter!
"Margarita": "Looks, my dear Miss Angotti,
can be deceiving." She gives a lopsided grin. "I'd show you, but I think this
pants would make my real ass look fat."
Dani Lane: *not looking at the stage
now....... and Jeff's gone.... prolly in a seedy, stained back room somewhere
getting "special" treatment..... ya, time to go.... she eases out of her seat
and heads for the door*
Andrea Angotti: She frowns at Margarita
and then glances to Jeff again.
Joshua Coil: *he looks back to "Margarita," and he
sighs, rubbing his forehead.* I'm sorry.
"Margarita": She sighs. "Look, you
two...let's all get somewhere off the street. Bitchmobile's not far. Then we can
talk?"
Dani Lane: *steps outside.... whew*
Dani Lane:
d10: Per + alert: 2,9,8,10,5,
Andrea Angotti: "I..." Andy shakes her
head slightly and licks her lips. "Y'know what. It ain't nothing. JOshie-pooh
can fuck whoever he wants. Me...Me, I'm going home to my little girl and my
Frankie and I'm gonna..." She shakes her head again and sighs.
Dani Lane: *happens to see the porn star, her
friend with the belt, and the chick that set off her radar earlier all
talking.... huh....*
"Margarita": She looks over as Dani comes
out, and JUST like that, she's in Margarita mode again. "Por favor, senorita..."
She looks to Andrea, eyes wide, but a hint of 'just play along' in there.
"Please come with us. I would very much like you to provide me safety...I can
trust you, si?"
Joshua Coil: *He sighs.* It's not like that, Andy,
*he says, with a slight growl.* Don't... *His jaw tightens, and ... thank god
for the New Moon. He snorts, and turns away, to walk away.*
Andrea Angotti: "Joshua Coil get your
fucking ass back here. This signorina needs our assistance," she says, licking
her lips.
Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Andy.* You two can
talk without me getting in the way. I believe... I was relieved of your service?
Andrea Angotti: "Like hell!" She snorts.
"I so did not fire you!"
Joshua Coil: *He cants his head.* But you do not
trust me.
"Margarita": She looks between the two,
her hands going back around her torso, shrinking inward a but. Spooked by the
argument, perhaps? "I...I just want to find shelter, senor, senora...forgive
me, I did not mean to cause a fight..."
Andrea Angotti: "I was a little pissed
that you walked out of the club. That's all." She huffs and stomps a foot,
frowning as the jeans squish.
Dani Lane: *goes to walk down the street...
moving past them as she goes.... * 'scuse me... *looks at Mararita as she goes
by, curious.... but keeps walking*
Joshua Coil: *He clears his throat.* Let's walk
Margarita to a safe place, *he says with a nod. He looks tired. Upset, maybe,
himself.* Get this taken care of first.
Andrea Angotti: Andy sighs. "My jeans
are quiffing...this is just...Fuck me," she mutters, offering Margarita her arm.
Andrea Angotti: ((Queefing?However its
spelt.))
"Margarita": She looks at Dani and offers
a very shy smile as the girl walks by and away. "Buenos nochas."
"Margarita": She smiles at Andrea and
reaches out, taking the offered arm. "Gracias."
Dani Lane: Margarita>> Huh? Oh ya.... you
too..... *continues down the street*
Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Andy.* Should you
prefer, I can carry you.
Andrea Angotti: "Its nothing," she says
with a sigh. "Just get me somewhere where I can get out of these wet jeans and
sleep off the tequilla before I go home."
Andrea Angotti: A slow blink at Josh, her
brow arching.
Joshua Coil: So your jeans won't... *He pauses, with
the unfamiliar word.* Queef?
Andrea Angotti: "Josh, hon, if you carry
me, they're only likely to get MORE wet..."
Joshua Coil: *He frowns.* It's not raining.
"Margarita": She nods and gives Andrea a
strong nod. "Oh, si, si. I think we can do that..." Yes, she's playing
the part to the hilt...maybe just a touch over. "Ye shall find you a place to
rest, senora. This is the land of opportunity, after all..."
Joshua Coil: *He shrugs, and continues on the
small walk, to secrecy.*
Andrea Angotti: She chokes down laughter
at Joshs' comment and leans into Margarita as they make their way down the
sidwalk.
"Margarita": Off around the corner, to
the white-and-green VW Bus. She unlocks the side door and opens it up for them
all to get inside.
Joshua Coil: *He climbs in after the women, keeping
the back guarded.*
Andrea Angotti: Andy settles in with a
sigh, wincing as her jeans queef yet again.
Joshua Coil: You can take them off. I'm sure it's
nothing either Reyna or myself hasn't seen. *He nods once.*
"Margarita": She shuts the door and drops
down onto the cot inside, dropping the act. Her Reyna-wear sits next to it in a
pile. "I've got an extra set of clothes under the cot, Andy. Should fit you" She
reaches under the thing and pulls out some jeans and a black tank top, tossing
them in Andrea's direction, before she takes off the wifebeater. Harry, it
appears, is hiding underneath, on a belt clip at her back, and he goes too,
before she strarts to strip the rest of the clothes off.
Joshua Coil: *He politely turns his head. Or perhaps
he's simply still guarding.*
Andrea Angotti: "Thank you." Groaning, she
squirms her way out of the jeans with a sigh. After a moment's thought the
panties follow and then she's sliding into the dry jeans with a groan of pure
pleasure. T-shirt and bra follow, only to be replaced by the tank top.
"Margarita": He grins a little at Joshua's
modesty. "Wouldja look at that, Andy? Two hot chicks stripping in a van with
him, and he's more focused on the front of the van." She chuckles, and as soon
as she's out of the clithes, her form shimmers, replaced with Reyna's image.
"Oooh, that feels better."
Andrea Angotti: "Huh. It is you. I
thought I was going to have to kick his ass for turning me down but kissing that
other chick."
Joshua Coil: *He breathes very slowly.* I'm trying
to be a gentleman here.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She winks at Andy,
grinning, and goes for the tank top at the side of the cot. "Yeah. Like I said,
we were hunting."
Andrea Angotti: "Sorry if I fucked it up,"
she says, snuggling into the seat with a sigh.
Joshua Coil: Naw, you did not. That woman did. But
we can find her at her home, right? And we have another connection. This man.
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah," she says
with a nod to Joshua. "Margarita should've worked, dammit...maybe it'll just
take another couple visits. A bit more desperation."
Joshua Coil: I say I just go to hers when I'm in my
other, and bite her head off.
Andrea Angotti: "Mnn..." Andy nods, the
tequilla, and whatever she'd had prior to the strip joint, making her eyes
heavy. Its not long at all before she's snoring away softly.
Joshua Coil: *He sighs, and looks back to Reyna.* We
should get home. She can... stay with us for the night?
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Mmm...points for
brutality, but you also gotta consider the army of street thugs. And no tellin'
how many of them are ghouls."
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sure," she says
with a nod. "Works for me."
Joshua Coil: Ghouls' heads crush just as well as
anyone else's. *He nods.*
Joshua Coil: But yeah... home. *He yawns, and
blinks.* You want me to drive, love?
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naah, s'cool. I'll
drive." She grins and leans forward to kiss Joshua, then slips up to the front
seat to start the Bus up.
Joshua Coil: *He smiles faintly.* Okay. *He climbs
into the passenger seat, letting Andy sleep.*
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The van starts up,
and she actually manages to remember to turn the stereo down before it kicks in
and wakes Andy. Off they drive, toward home.
Joshua Coil: ((And I sleep now!))
Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Yay! *Hugs*))