Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: The skinhead
is sitting at a table in the back corner, sneering as usual. His table is
littered with empty beer bottles and cigar butts.
Spitfire: He stomps on in, usual punk
garb, nothing new there, he looks around and over the strippers as he tries to
find the big German.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]:
d10: per+alert: 4,9,8,9,4,4,
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther raises
a gruff hand in a salute to spitfire when he sees him come in. He grumbles to a
passing wench. "Bring me another beer, slutface."
Spitfire: Seems the German spotted him
first, he walks on over taking a seat and spinning it around so the back is at
his front as he sits down.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther snorts
with a manly nod to spitfire. "How ya been?"
Spitfire: "Shit." He states, "Hows your
fucked up end been?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He gives a low
chuckle. "Bout tha same. Will's pissed at me. An Sady's bein a little slut." He
gives a mean look over to the approaching wench and snags his beer gruffly from
her hand before she sets it to the table. "One fer my homeboy, too slut."
Spitfire: "I met that fucker Will the
other day Gunther, he was all in my face about Smithy, I didn't say nothing and
even let his ass go if he comes at me like that again, I will kill him." He
scowls. "I was saving his ass, the less he knows the more chance he fucking has
of getting through this, but he won't let it go!"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther gives a
gruff nod. "Will's good people. Sucks ass he had ta get messed up with at Smithy
slut. Ain't wanna see em get killt if it can be helped. I'ma give em some time
fore I ask em what all he knows."
Spitfire: "Plus." He looks off, and snarls
"Teri's fucking with my head." He looks at a stripper, letting the womans
movements try an clear his mind, but she doesn't, just makes him think of her.
"Damn bitch!"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He snorts. "Ya
ain't wanna know what I thinka her." He takes a long swig from his beer.
Spitfire: "No I don't." He looks at
Gunther from the corner of his eye "What about you Gunther, hows your shit"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He gives a
scowl. "Got some big fucker what wants ta hook me up witha manager. He been
scopin out tha band cause Sady was talkin all cutesy fuck to em." The grip on
his beer tightens. "I ain't need er ta slut erself out just so some bigtime
fuck'll listen to my shit. Gunther can get his own break."
Spitfire: "Sady put out for this fuck?" He
blinks "She didn't seem the type, this the arguement fromt he other night?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He sneers down
at the table. "Ain't think she did. She woulda though. I seen tha way she was
lookin at his ass. If I ain't show up when I did.. she'da been all over at
fucker."
Spitfire: "Women are like fishes Gunther,
they jump on any fuckers tackle if they have the biggest bait" He looks at his
beer then up to the stripper "I can't believe she has me so fucked up I can't
even enjoy this blonde bitch get freaky with the fucking pole."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther keeps a
glare down to the table. "I'm sicka this shit, spit. Bitch keeps tellin me I
need ta make my own choices.. an do what I want.. Shit, if I's gonna do at,
what's tha point in havin a fuckin boss?"
Spitfire: "There is no fucking
point..." He finally looks to the man properly "Break it off, or she got you
through the blood?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He snorts. "An
go back ta bein a nobody? Fuck all at."
Spitfire: He smirks "I need a few good
men..."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He glares down
to his beer then leans over to speak gruffly in a low tone that the wandering
strippers can't hear.
Spitfire: He stays close to Gunther so he
can talk more privately
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He snorts and
leans back in his chair. "He decided it wasn't worth dealin with Sady's bitchass
ta keep me round. She was always whinin bout him hittin me. Gunther ain't givea
fuck though. He knew his shit."
Spitfire: "It's sounds fucked up to me,
you seem like a stand up fucker Gunther, don't take this shit man."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He gives a
stern squint to the man. "Then work with me on this, Spit. You know I got tha
hookup on what's goin down in tha city. An fer what I am I can do a bit a
damage." He leans in with another low rumble to the man.
Spitfire: He sits back, leaning against
the wall, deep in thought about it all, he carried a good arguement, but there
was still that blood issue. He leans closer
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He squints at
the man with a confused look "What tha fuck is you talkin bout?" He scratches
his head, clearly oblivious.
Spitfire: A small roll of the eyes, he
chews his bottom lip, obvious thinking, and it doesn't suit the man "I'll need
to think on it Gunther, so Sady is the current boss right?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He snorts. "I can deal with sady. She ain't as tough as she lets folks think." He leans back over.
Spitfire: His eyes wander over a nearby stripper. "I'll need to think on this shit man, no doubt I could use you, but still some shit needs to be throught through an that ain't gonna happen till I face the bitch."He sighs standing "No time like the fucking present eh. Suggest we keep this between us for now." He nods to the man
Spitfire: "Oh and I mean my bitch." He
adds
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther nods,
standing as well. "Ain't told nobody. Ain't talked ta her bout it. Just told er
I was gonna go take carea some shit. Business."
Spitfire: He gives Gunther a knowing nod "I'll call you in a couple of days." He pats the mans back in a manly gesture. "Cheers for the fucking heads up Gunther, need more fuckers like you."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther gives a gruff nod. "Danke. I'd just settle fer somethin ta fuckin do. Yer only as good as tha fucks ya work fer."
Spitfire: "If nothing else, I get you back on the payroll Gunther, I have a few jobs that might be up your alley." He cracks that grin, the cogs turning as he heads from the strippers bar "Smell you later Gun." He stomps out into the night getting ready to face her.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He follows him out with a gruff salute to the man. He takes a cigar from the pack in his pocket and sparks the end, leaning against the bricks to think.
Eugenia Phelps: She'd taken a bus from
the Bronx downtown. Felisa said she'd meet up with her later. For now, she's
just wandering aimlessly about with a garment bag slung over her shoulder.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther takes a
puff from his cigar, eyeing passersby with a stern glare.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]:
d10: per+alert: 10,7,6,8,5,6,
Eugenia Phelps:
d10: per+alert: 9,2,8,9,
Eugenia Phelps: She's actually aware of
her surroundings, oddly enough, and she spots and recognizes Gunther. "Heya."
Big, friendly smile as she makes her way to join him.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther cocks a
brow at the woman.. actually walking up to him. "Hey." He gruffs with another
puff from his cigar. "Whatdya need?" He asks, clearly not used to women
approaching him. Even if they had met before.
Eugenia Phelps: "Nothing, I just thought
I'd say 'hi,' how've you been?" She slides her free hand into her pocket as she
smiles brilliantly up at him, ever the friendly sort.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: "Shitty." He
gruffs, giving the woman a once over.
Eugenia Phelps: She frowns a little.
"Would you like to talk to me about it?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He cocks a brow
at the woman. "No." He says with a snort.
Ricky Prince: He comes out of an alleyway,
eyes scouring over the streets as he does. He's hunched slightly, in a sort of
prowling stance, as he takes a hesitant step onto the street.
Caged fury rails behind the blue-green irises in this young man’s face. Maybe
23, 24 years old, with unruly golden-brown hair that ends midway down his neck
and covering his ears, he walks with the moves of a predator, stalking his
prey...whatever that may be. His face is oddly shaped...his nose is deformed, a
bit longer and raised around the sides, almost like a wolf's snout. He has a
habit for wearing solid-color or band T-shirts, usually greens and reds or
industrial and Goth metal, and a pair of torn. dirty jeans. A pair of fingerless
gloves cover his hands. Animals tend to shy away from him, sensing his status at
the top of the food chain combined with a sharper instinct then even they
possess.
Eugenia Phelps: "Well, if you need
anything at all, let me know, okay?" She smiles warmly.
LRM: ((Sorry. I'm back Eugenia))
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He gives a
confused look to the woman, exhaling cigar smoke in her direction. "Uhh.. Sure.
Whatever."
Ricky Prince: His eyes fall upon Gunther
and Eugenia, and he pauses a moment, looking them over. Gunther is vaguely
familiar to him...he sniffs a little at the air, picking up scents, trying to
place him.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]:
d10: Per+alert: 8,3,4,7,2,4,
Eugenia Phelps: She coughs a little at the
blown smoke and gives him a shrug. "So, what are you up to?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: "Lookin at
nekkid bitches."
Eugenia Phelps: "Oh." Her eyebrows rose
and a faint blush stole over her features. "Well, I will assume that it's
entertaining. Aside from myself and a few others, I've rarely seen another naked
woman."
Felisa Espinosa: She hopped off the bus,
patting her belly, and then she pulled her hood back and gave the street a good
once over as any streetwise teen would do. Dinner was superb, but she had a
couple of phone calls to make, errands to run, and you know how that sort of
thing goes. Sighing, she wondered what she was going to do for the evening.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther points
behind him to the club. "It's real easy. They aint usually let bitches in here
without someone scortin em. Causea hookers an shit. F'ya want I can take ya in."
Felisa Espinosa: ((Descrip: She's Puerto
Rican, and the mixture of african, indian, spanish and french bloodlines mixed
together to form a olive-skinned melting pot of a woman. She's pretty but not
overly beautiful, the type of woman that you would try to continue conversation
with if she walked up to you and asked the time, not that she would do such, or
that you would ask her once you saw the hip-hop clothes, baggy pants and hoodie,
an overall thug look. She's fairly avarage in height and weight, perhaps a touch
taller than the typical Puerto Rican, with dirty brown hair and dark eyes that
hint at a savage intellegence.))
Eugenia Phelps: "It's a thought." She
shrugs. "I don't really have much else to do at the moment."
Ricky Prince: He snorts at the
conversation, fingers flexing a little bit. He takes a couple hesitant steps
forward, like a wary animal, head cocked to the side.
Felisa Espinosa:
d10: per+alert: 5,6,5,5,2,
Eugenia Phelps:
d10: per+alert: 2,8,8,2,
Eugenia Phelps: She notices the people
around her, giving a smile and a wave to Felisa before refocusing her pretty
blue eyes on Gunther.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther squints
at the approaching man. Looked familiar.. Hmm.. a junkie? Ehh.. who knows. He
towers a little closer to Nia just in case. "Ja. We go in now. Drink."
Felisa Espinosa: Welp, nothing around
so far. Felisa grunted in mild disapproval. She usually got lucky under these
circumstances, but it seemed that fate wanted her to do something else tonight.
Perhaps she'd find herself back at that strange club, the one with the spineless
lady and the good gin.
Eugenia Phelps: Oddly enough, she seems
bemused by the slight protective streak Gunther seems to have.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther gives
Nia a gruff poke on the shoulder to see if she's going to follow him.
Ricky Prince: He looks up to the sign
above the establishment, and grunts a little bit. Breathing things. Strong
scents. Blood. It'll set him on edge...he bristles a little bit. Still...perhaps
a test. See if he can handle it. Prove to himself. He nods a little to himself,
and starts to move toward the club door.
Eugenia Phelps: She makes a little
noise at the nudge and then nods. "Sure, we'll go in." Felisa didn't see her.
She pouts just the tiniest bit, but doesn't want to be rude and run off to greet
her.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He frowns at
the pout. "Whats yer fuckin problem?"
Eugenia Phelps: "Oh, my friend didn't see
me. I'll be okay." She gives hiim a soft smile.
Felisa Espinosa: She started to cross
the street, then cursed as a taxi zipped by, nearly hitting her and another
innocent bystander that was going to do the same thing. One of these days, she
thought, I'm going to have to invest in a fucking car. It's too damn dangerous
otherwise.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther looks
over toward Felisa. Tactful as ever, he gruffs loudly in that direction "Hey! Ya
bean eatin slut! Yer friend wants ya!"
Eugenia Phelps: She actually laughs a
little, giving Gunther a nudge. "Thank you, but..that wasn't exactly the
greeting I'd had in mind."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther shrugs.
If it gets the job done.. He takes another puff from his cigar.
Ricky Prince: He scowls a little as the
two in front of him stop. He circles around then, keeping his eyes on Gunther
and Nia at all times, before slipping past them into the strip club.
Felisa Espinosa: "You still pissed cause
you lost two world wars that you started?"
She turned, smiling thinly. Her eyes squinted slightly when she saw Eugenia with
that character. Honestly, the people she meets. Like Felisa for example. "Hey
hon."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He smirks,
exhaling gruffly through bulbous nostrils. "Not pissed at all. Almost won too."
He snorts, giving felisa a once over. "Bet beaners smell like tacos if ya stick
em in tha oven."
Eugenia Phelps: "Be nice, Felisa." She
chides gently with a soft smile. "Felisa, this is Gunther. Gunther, this is
Felisa." She perks a little. "We're going into a strip club, are you coming in?"
Speaking to Felisa, of course.
Eugenia Phelps: She gives Gunther a
nudge. "No talking about sticking my friend in an oven. I like her."
Ricky Prince: He scans over the club once
inside, narrowed eyes taking the seedy atmosphere, the skanks on the stage, and
the stale scent of old booze and cigarette butts in. He stalks his way to a seat
near the rack where he can have a good vantage point of the door and any
available exits, dropping heavily down into the chair.
Felisa Espinosa: "They make it a point to
shoot guys like you in Florida. If I could I'd give you a couple of tickets. Now
then, if you're finished with your little jabs at trying to piss me off..."
She just looked at Eugenia and shook her head. If anything this bored the hell
out of her.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther snorts
with a shrug to Nia. "Gunther ain't gonna hurt nobody. I's just playin." He
takes another long pull from his cigar.
Eugenia Phelps: "All right, let's go! I've
never been in a strip club before." She bounces a little at that.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He cocks a
brow. "Just like any other club. But with boobies."
Eugenia Phelps: "But, still, it's a
different and new experience." She smiles brightly. It's actually sort of weird
that she's excited about this. "I like trying new things."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther
gives a low chuckle and tromps toward the door, muttering something about "I got
somethin you can try.. slut.."
Felisa Espinosa: "Never been to a strip
club..."
Felisa just looked at her, smiled and ruffled her hair, then pulled out a
cigarette to ease into the smell of booze and skank before it upped and smacked
her in the mouth. "Fucking amazing. Eugenia you're a piece of work."
Eugenia Phelps: She gives Gunther a
playful swat as she heads into the club, her nose wrinkling as the scents
assault her. "Interesting.." She murmurs, still holding onto her garment bag
with one arm and smoothing a hand to fix her ruffled hair.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther nods to
the grizzly man at the door. One of his regulars. "Deez bitches is with
Gunther." He gruffs in passing, as to keep the females from getting hassled.
Felisa Espinosa: "Interesting she says.
You had nightmares over the explaination on fisting, and the next night you go
to a strip bar. Fuck all if I don't need a drink," she said, and went straight
to the bar to order one.
Eugenia Phelps: "It was the muppet aspect
of your explanation that gave me nightmares." She sighs and runs a hand over her
hair again. For the moment, she stays near Gunther as Felisa goes to the bar.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther towers
over Felisa with a look around to see where Ricky'd gone off to. He speaks
gruffly. "Gunther'll show ya. If yer really all at curious." He says with a
malicious grin, balling up a massive germanic fist.
Lurker: (open?)
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: (yesh)
Eugenia Phelps: Her eyes widen at that and
she coughs a little. "Um..no..I'm still working out how a penis will get up
there.." She's always this honest.
Ricky Prince: He looks over the door as
Gunther, Felisa, and Eugenia come in. A narrowed glance to them again, before he
plucks out a cigarette, placing it in his mouth under that strange muzzle-ish
nose he has. He flicks a zippo to life, far away from his face and shaggy hair,
and brings it VEEERY carefully forward to light the end.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther
chuckles. Damnit. Now HE needs a drink. "Ain't at hard, bitch. I'm sure you'll
figure it out."
Lurker: (Do they check id's and is there a cover?)
Felisa Espinosa: "Practicing on the
other Fatherlanders?"
She let out a little snort, got her gin and went to a table to watch women shake
things. She'd seen similar before in better places than this one. "You want
anything Eugenia?"
Eugenia Phelps: "Maybe one day." A shrug
and she's heading for the bar. "Beer?"
Felisa Espinosa: (They didn't check us.
But the skinhead let us through without a hitch)
Ricky Prince: ((I think if the person
looks reasonably adult, they won't check. An obvious teenager wouldn't get in,
though.))
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: (I would assume
no cover, as skeezy as this place is, they would check ID but conveniently not
notice minors entering for a bribe.)
Lurker: (thank you)
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther
follows Nia to the bar, ordering a beer as well.
Eugenia Phelps: She leans against the bar,
trying to figure out where to put her garment bag. "We got new uniforms at work
and I need to have this one altered.." She sighs before reaching for her
newly-arrived beer.
Ricky Prince:
d10: Courage: 3,7,7,3,
Ricky Prince: He gets the cigarette lit
with little difficulty, and flicks the Zippo shut, taking a drag off of it. His
eyes turn to watch the woman trying her best to corral money from him and others
at the rack with a feral, predatory look. A buck goes up on the rack for
her...no need to be overly rude about it.
Felisa Espinosa: "You should really
consider a backpack. One night some kid's gonna fly right by you and snatch that
thing out of your hands." She nodded, and took a sip of gin and tonic.
Eugenia Phelps: "I should hope not. What
would someone do with a garment bag and a front desk agent uniform."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He gives a
low chuckle, grabbing his beer up "You'd be surprised.."
Eugenia Phelps: She gives Gunther a
sideways glance. "Oh?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther nods,
leaving it at that. He makes a heavy pace over toward a table, eyes trailing a
short brunette in passing. He gives the woman a firm pat on the ass.
Felisa Espinosa: "Okay tell me again where
you're from? Because it's really hard to believe that you're from New York, it
really is."
Grinning, she gave Eugenia a poke. That guy in the dark over there... he's a
hairy one.
Ricky Prince: He smirks a bit as the
dancer comes up to collect the buck, leaning forward to mutter to her under his
breath in Spanish...likely not hearable over the music and at a distance. She
scowls at him and slips away, to the other side of the 'stage.' He shrugs and
leans back. Guess they were deluded into some sort of dignity here.
Eugenia Phelps: She just shakes her
head, grabs her beer, and picks up her garment bag. "Going to sit with us?" To
Felisa as she backs up a few steps toward Gunther's table.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther plops
heavily in a chair, not too far away from Ricky with a gulp from his beer.
Felisa Espinosa: "Sure, sure." she said,
and got up, finished her gin and bought another one before heading over to sit.
Eugenia Phelps: She settles gracefully
onto the chair beside Gunther, trying to figure out the best place to put her
garment bag.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther cocks a
brow at Nia, giving a tiny chuckle. "Man.. New York bitches is easy. I never had
fine ass sluts followin my ugly ass round back in Philly. Maybe 'is town ain't
suck so bad afterall."
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Struts in.
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Soft, that’s how people
tend to view her. Silver hair frames an oddly youthful face. Full lips form a
pleasant smile. Something about her is just playful. Her clothes tend towards
the outlandish, but they’re always an eye grabber. http://www.geocities.com/zzus/MAZON.JPG
Ricky Prince: He shoots that feral look
over to Gunther, eyeing him for a moment, and Nia and Felisa after. Felisa gets
a brief nod...the Hispanic connection, perhaps. Gunther gets a more wary
glance...Nia just an appraising once-over, like a dog eyeing a new chew-toy.
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Judging by her looks
she either really belongs here, or really doesn't, and its hard to tell which.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther sneers,
looking to Ricky. "Ya gotta fuckin problem?" He gruffs after the look is tossed
at Nia.
Eugenia Phelps: "I just find you amusing
company." She shrugs as she takes a sip from her bottle.
Ricky Prince:
d10: Per+Alert(Ac. Smell): 5,6,6,4,5,
Felisa Espinosa: Well he seemed friendly
at least, and there was that certain bond of culture. Felisa gave him a soft
nod, and then eyeballed the woman that...
Wasn't that the one that bent over in the park not too long ago? She nudged
Eugenia and jerked her head towards the girl. "Didn't we see her before?"
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Purses her painted lips
as she looks the place over.
Ricky Prince: His eyes shoot to the door
as he picks up a very interesting scent enter in, looking over Monique. He seems
to have vaguely hard of her before, and he's suddenly more then a bit nervous.
He looks back to Gunther, eyes narrowed. "Ain't got no problem, ese.
You?"
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther
snorts to Nia "Amusin. Ja. Real amusin if Sady catches me with ya. She'll claw
yer fuckin eyes out. Then turn on me."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther sneers
to the man for a long while, thinking.. (oh god the world's coming to an end!!)
After a moment, he gruffs. "Know you er somethin? I sell ta ya?"
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Stilletto heels click
softly as she makes her way through the smokey strip joint and takes a seat
where no one is likely to inadvertantly splash her with body fluids.
Eugenia Phelps: She looks over to where
Felisa's nudging. "Um..maybe?" She shrugs and then just gives Gunther a winning
smile, like a ray of Heavenly sunshine.
Ricky Prince: He chuckles a little,
shaking his head and doing his best to hide the edge in his voice. "Naah, I
guaran-fuckin'-tee ya ain't sold shit to me, ese. Think I have seen yer
ass around before, though." He looks Gunther over, thinking.
Moniqe LeFlambeau: A slow wink to the
man eyeing her up, as she crosses lace clad legs and fishes a silver case that's
etched with some bit of art, from her red, patent leather purse.
Moniqe LeFlambeau: She carefully selects a
hand rolled cigarette and lights it from the lighter in the case.
Felisa Espinosa: This was starting to get
a little weird. Like edgy weird, which Felisa didn't really mind too much. She
hunkered down in her seat, taking a look around. It seemed quiet enough, but she
knew that violence was a sudden thing, springing from nowhere.
Moniqe LeFlambeau:
d10: courage: 9,4,2,8,
Ricky Prince: He looks back over to
Monique...if anything, that wink's made him even more nervous. A low, warning
growl comes out, staring at her with a curled lip. Fight or flight instinct
taking over.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther nods
to Ricky "Ja. Fuckt up." He gives a tiny squint. Suspiscious.
Moniqe LeFlambeau: The flame reflects
brightly against the backdrop of those obsidian eyes. A brief glimpse into the
inferno, or perhaps just a trick of the light, as she snaps the lighter closed.
Moniqe LeFlambeau:
d10: per + alert: 3,2,9,2,10,6,
Eugenia Phelps: She takes another sip
of beer before finishing it and ordering another. "So..this is..interesting.."
She watches one of the dancers, head cocked to the side a little bit.
Felisa Espinosa: "Goddamn..."
One of these days she figured that things would come to a head and suddenly
chaos would be considered the eye of the storm. She quaffed her gin and got up
to get another one, lighting a Camel.
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Is that man really
growling over there like some mongrel dog? Perhaps she's blowing him a kiss,
as her lips purse and the sweet smoke of the herbs is sent drifing his way.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther shakes
his head and turns back to the ladies at his table. "Oh. Yeah. Shit. My bad." He
takes a drink from his beer.
Moniqe LeFlambeau: She lets her eyes
drift over the room, but keeps the growly one in her peripheral vision.
Moniqe LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince: ((I
don't think I've ever seen Ricky nervous around anyone. *c*))
Felisa Espinosa: She got another gin,
figuring that this one was going to last a while, and went back to the table.
"So what do you think?" she asked. "You like it? Not exactly Ozzie and
Harriet..."
Ricky Prince: What, is she taunting him?
He sneers a little bit. Fuckin' bitch. He hasn't forgotten old feelings, it
seems, and it's slowly coming back to him that they at least have met for damn
sure. He leans back in his chair, tearing his gaze away from Monique with a last
quiet snarl, focusing his attention back on the skank on the stage. Safer there.
Ricky Prince -> Moniqe LeFlambeau: ((You
haven't seen Ricky played in the last couple months, then. He's found reason to
think that EVERYONE in Vampire Society is out to get him, Camarilla, Sabbat, and
Anarch. *S*))
Eugenia Phelps: She laughs softly,
shaking her head a bit. "It's all right. So, how often do you find yourself in
strip clubs?" Asking of either Gunther or Felisa.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther shrugs
with another sip from his beer. "I come ta this one a lot. Gotta lotta regulars
round here. Good fer business. Quiet. Outta tha way. S'got beer."
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Smiles a little when he
tears his gaze from her, amused. Takes another drag off the cigarette and looks
over the little cluster of people.
Felisa Espinosa: "It's not exactly my
choice of venue to get drunk at, but I've sneaked in a couple," she said,
shrugging. "Not exactly something I haven't seen before."
Jaded at seventeen. Fucking shame it was.
Eugenia Phelps: "The beer's pretty
good. I've had better, though." She glances aside at Felisa and giggles. "Well,
this is putting to rest any worries I ever had about my breasts in comparison
with other womens'."
Moniqe LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince: ((True,
I haven't seen him in a while. Maybe he needs to make some friends? *WEG*))
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther smirks
and downs his beer, slamming the glass to the table. He stands. "I'll be right
back." He gruffs and moves over to the bar.
Ricky Prince: He waves the waitress who
approaches away irritably, silently sulking. He shifts a couple times in his
chair, then falls to a simple waving back and forth...smooth, ferine movement,
like one who can't stay still for long.
Felisa Espinosa: "The hell are you
talking about? Your tits are perfect, a handful as the other gender says. Ask
the skinhead."
She felt the eyes and turned. There was a nod (yes, I see you too) and she took
a hit off her drink.
Ricky Prince -> Moniqe LeFlambeau: ((Sure,
if they'd ever stop screwing him over. *G*))
Moniqe LeFlambeau: Replaces her cigarette
case in her purse and takes a long deep drag, just listening for the moment, to
the conversations going on around her.
Eugenia Phelps: She sets aside her beer to
cup her breasts. "Huh? Well, I guess." Her hands fall away and she sighs,
picking up her beer for another sip.
Monique LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince:
((Oh come now. Just look at her. Does she look like the sort who'd screw anyone
over. *flutters eyelashes innocently*))
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: While at the
bar, Gunther holds a low conversation with a middle aged latin stripper, by far
the queen skank. Smirking Gunther speaks quietly to the woman and pulls some
crumbled up bills from his pocket, smoothing them out and sticking them in her
G-string. He points over his shoulder to Nia.
Monique LeFlambeau: Arches a brow at the
woman fondling herself, then chuckles.
Felisa Espinosa: "You're... I have to talk
to you at your house one of these days," she said, staring at Eugenia in much
the way that people stared at her sometimes. Maybe everybody was crazy and they
just didn't know it. Which would explain a few things.
Ricky Prince -> Monique LeFlambeau:
((*Deadpan stare*))
Eugenia Phelps: "And deal with my
neighbors? Goodness.." She sheakes her head and laughs a little. "Well..maybe
one day."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther leans
back against the bar with a wicked grin and watches as the saggy stripper
approaches Nia
Ricky Prince: He pulls a new cigarette,
lighting it with the dying cherry of the old one. The butt is crushed out, and
he takes a drag off the new one, looking over to watch Monique at the bar, and
Gunther by extension.
Monique LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince:
((She's just SO charming. How could anyone resist her?))
Eugenia Phelps: Her eyes go wide as she's
approached. "Oh...my word.." Breathlessly exclaiming.
Ricky Prince -> Monique LeFlambeau: ((I
dunno...past experience, the fact that she's a Primogen and the Camarilla fucked
him in his eyes, and the fact that she's Tremere in general? *Snerk*))
Felisa Espinosa: "Oh boy, here comes
one of the old guard," she muttered, pulling another Camel out.
Monique LeFlambeau: "Keep staring like
that and I'm going to expect you tuck a dollar in my undies," she says quietly,
with a smirk.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: The middled
aged latino begins the proverbial bump and grind against Nia. Working it as she
would any other paying customer. Ehh.. lapdances. Gotta earn a living.
Monique LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince:
((Poke, how'd he find out she was primo? Damned harpies. It's so hard to keep a
secret.))
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: And Gunther..
of course.. finds this hliarious.
Eugenia Phelps: She's going to have a
heart attack any second now. This will give her nightmares for weeks. It's worse
than the muppets and fisting.
Monique LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince: ((Now
the Tremere part should count for her, not against her. *c*))
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Chuckling,
Gunther turns around to speak in a gruff tone to the tender. "Hey. Gimme two
bears. Think my bitch'll need one ina second."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: (lol.
bears.)
Eugenia Phelps: She does give the stripper
a dollar like she's seen others do and just prays she goes away soon.
Ricky Prince -> Monique LeFlambeau: ((Primogen
aren't really secrets among the Cam. It's a status thing...kind of like being a
Sept Official. And yeah, the Tremere part will CERTAINLY count for her with a
just-recently Sabbat Gangrel...I know, I'm abusing sarcasm at this point.
*Wink*))
Felisa Espinosa: "You can thank Mister
Clean for this," she said, noting the laughter in the background. She put a
twenty in the woman's strap and jerked a thumb. "Find somebody else please. You
can tell the poor woman's flipping out."
Ricky Prince: He looks back to Nia and the
skank grinding up on her with a dirty little chuckle. Poor kid's gettin' her
innocence lost. It's almost cute.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: The stripper
makes a wretched hacky weezy noise mid grind. Poor thing.. I think she's going
to cough up a lung.. After a ten minute display the woman slinks off toward the
other side of the club to go about her business.
Monique LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince:
((Supposedly the new council, after the old one got bopped, was being kept
something of a secret. That was a while ago though.))
Eugenia Phelps: She's going to...do
something nasty to Gunther when he gets back. She just has to figure out what.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther takes
up both of his beers with a gruff "Danke" and heads back over to the table
bearing that same toothy grin. "Miss me?"
Monique LeFlambeau: Winces a little for
the woman getting lap danced.
Felisa Espinosa: "Fucking terrible. Welp,
now you know what a strip bar is. For some, it's a flaunt. For others, it's
quiet desperation and a subtle horror. I honestly don't have a clue as to why
you put yourself through this." She lit her Camel and took a long draw.
Eugenia Phelps: "Yes." She leans over and
gives him a healthy swat, but there's really not much power behind it. "That
was...awful!"
Felisa Espinosa: :brb. Keep chatting:
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He grins down
to the woman and sets a beer in front of her. "Awww.. ain't get yer panties ina
bunch. Ya said ya like tryin new things, ja? Ya ever tried AT afore?" He plops
down heavily with a swig from his own beer.
Ricky Prince -> Monique LeFlambeau:
((Well, it was more, to my recollection, that Claudius, Tyrone, and a few others
were being portrayed as dead. Alec was public, so was Douglas, and a couple
others. I think the general idea was, if you're not faking dead, then you're
public.))
Monique LeFlambeau: Well this is
exciting. She might go out and kill something.
Monique LeFlambeau -> Ricky Prince:
((*LOL* She IS dead!))
Eugenia Phelps: She lifts her beer for a
sip and swats him again. "That was so...ugh..I'm going to have nightmares for
weeks and weeks."
Ricky Prince: He snorts a little bit, and
looks away from the Latina skank that wandered off, shooting another nervous
look to Monique, keeping her in his vision periodically. Not trusting her not to
make his hair got fwoom in flames.
Ricky Prince -> Monique LeFlambeau:
((FINAL Dead. ;) ))
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He snorts.
"Ain't know what yer talkin bout. Tina's my homegirl. You guys should hook up."
Monique LeFlambeau: Oddly enough, nothing
erupts unexpectedly into flames about her, she just smokes her cigarette and
taps the ash, looking mildly bored.
Eugenia Phelps: "I'm sure she's sweet,
but, still....there are some things that should be kept covered."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He cocks a
brow. "Not in this place. You said you wanted ta come here. Gunther ain't twist
yer arm."
Eugenia Phelps: "I guess that makes
sense." She chuckles a little and takes another sip of beer. "I look better
naked."
Felisa Espinosa: "Some things shouldn't
see the night of day at all. Poor woman."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He smirks to
Nia. "Ain't arguin. You gotta tight little ass."
Monique LeFlambeau: Well, if Mr. Growlie
isn't going to tuck any money in her panties, she may as well head out. She
snubs the butt of her cigarette and rises.
Eugenia Phelps: She blushes faintly and
looks over her shoulder to check on her ass again before looking back and
Gunther. "Huh."
Ricky Prince: The conversation catches his
ears and he snorts though that strange muzzlish nose, shaking his head. Too
caught up on appearances. A lesson he learned fairly easy, as he raises a hand
to scratch at the back of a fingerless glove irritably.
Monique LeFlambeau: Gives Ricky a wink and
heads out the door.
Felisa Espinosa: She hid her head in her
hands and shook it. Then Felisa took another drag and watched the strange woman
rise. This was just one of those days when you wondered why you left the house.
Ricky Prince: He shoots Monique a last
look, and a more audible growl. He watches her leave, relaxing a bit when she
makes it out the door.
Eugenia Phelps: Glancing over at Felisa,
she just shrugs and takes another sip of beer. "Hmm.."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther takes
down a healthy portion of his beer with a tiny scowl to the table. "I should
probably get back ta my bitch. Fer she kills someone look in fer me.."
Eugenia Phelps: She glances aside at
Gunther. "That's unfortunate. Aside from having you sick strippers on me, I was
having a lovely time here with you and Felisa."
Felisa Espinosa: Oh that sounded like fun.
Felisa considered saying something but kept it in, choosing to say something
else instead. "So what else did you have in mind for tonight dear? I've got a
few hours left."
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He gives a tiny
nod, taking down the rest of his beer. "Ja. Ain't so bad yer damn self. We
should hang out sometime. I'll get ya stoned silly."
Eugenia Phelps: "I'd like that." She
laughs a little and pulls out a scrap of paper to write her number on. "Here you
go. Give me a call."
Felisa Espinosa: "You sure your woman
isn't gonna rip her arms off at the sight of you hanging out?" she asked.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther looks
down to the number with a frown. This bitch is tryin ta get me killed. If sady
saw that.. He shakes his head and snatches up her pen, writing his number on the
back of said paper. In the handwriting of a retarded three year old. He shoves
it at her.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: Gunther nods to
Felisa. "Ya. I'm sure she would. You ain't know Sady."
Eugenia Phelps: "Ah, don't want to be
caught?" She peers at the number and smiles brightly at him. "I'll call you some
time, Gunther, I promise." She pockets the number.
Ricky Prince: He looks up and sneers at
the waitress as she comes up again. "Look, puta, I told ya I ain't want
nothin'. Vamanos." She gives him a glare and heads off to another table,
and Ricky puts another buck up on the rack.
Felisa Espinosa: "I dunno man. I have a
tendency to get around. Good luck with the ball and chain, and I'm gonna laugh
if I see you with a few lumps on your head."
Chuckling, she finished her drink.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He sneers at
Nia with a tiny nod. "Ja. Ain't want you ta get yer ass killt. Call me er
somethin." He turns to make a haevy tromp out of the place.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: He sneers at
Felisa in passing "Stick a burrito in it, slutface."
Ricky Prince: He glances up as Gunther
leaves, watching him all the way to the door.
Eugenia Phelps: She watches him go,
waving. Then, she turns her focus to Felisa and shrugs. "He's really very nice."
Felisa Espinosa: "Congrats on the 9 year
Reich. Missed by nearly a thousand." Felisa let out a snort and rolled her
shoulders.
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: (lol. and nia's
delusional)
Ziahl: Walks in, looking around curiously.
Eugenia Phelps: [Yes, she is.*laughs*]
Gunther [sleezy strip joint]: (danke, guys.
twas fun. sorry about.. err.. quashing your innocence, nia-p. *hugs*)
Ziahl: The light caught her features just
so, and for a moment, there was no denying you were in the presence of something
inexplicable: the archetype Nubian queen in NY. It was ludicrous of course.
Material for a B comedy with Eddy Murphy as the sidekick. Still the mahogany
skin looked like mocha cream silk, begging to be touched, and those amber eyes,
golden when the light touched them at just the right angle. Maybe you just
imagined it. Her nose is straight and wide, a strong feature that somehow
manages to fit nicely above full, thick lips which could only have been crafted
by cupid. Her cheek bones are sculpted high above a strong jaw. Nobility has
replaced delicacy in her features, and something about her simply breathes of
strength and passion. (pic in gallery, last page)
Eugenia Phelps:
d10: per+alert: 7,4,3,2,
Eugenia Phelps: She barely notices much
other than what's in front of her. Maybe if she drinks more, she'll forget the
sagging stripper.
Felisa Espinosa: "No he's not. He's a
fucking bigot. Guys like that beat the shit out of people for all the wrong
reasons. You wanna hang with him, go right ahead. I'd end up trying to kill
him."
She rubbed her eyes and stabbed the Camel out. "This has been the weirdest
fucking evening."
Felisa Espinosa:
d10: per+alert: 7,7,3,1,5,
Ricky Prince: He shrugs and stands.
Nothing happening here. With a last look toward Felisa and Eugenia, he starts to
make his way toward the door.
Ziahl: Makes her way slowly through the
room, tilting her head to look at the naked dancers.
Eugenia Phelps: "I think he just uses that
as a front to keep people at a distance." She always believes the best about
people. "He's got a protective streak."
Eugenia Phelps:
d10: per+alert: 5,9,4,7,
Ziahl: A glance towards the man who's
leaving.
Eugenia Phelps: She does notice Ricky
waving and gives him a brilliant smile and wave.
Ricky Prince: ((He didn't wave. He just
looked at them. *S*))
Eugenia Phelps: [Well, she'd smile and
wave anyways.]
Felisa Espinosa: "No, I think he's pretty
much an asshole dear." She waved at the hairy latino as he left, and caught an
eyeful of the woman that was just coming in. Wasn't she the girl from last
night? Madame Boneless?
"I think your girlfriend arrived."
Ricky Prince: He pauses, giving Nia
another one of those predatory looks, like she's something for him to hunt
through the alleyways, like a stray dog chasing a rat. He shakes his head and
turns to leave.
Ziahl: Watches the dancers quite curiously,
noting the exchange of gratuities.
Eugenia Phelps: "She's not my girlfriend,
what?" She blinks a little and looks around.
Ziahl: The meaning of the dance is lost on
her though.
Felisa Espinosa: Felisa laughed. "That
one, over there." She pointed to the pretty dark girl. "You were dancing with
her when I left."
Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 6,4,9,5,3,7,
Ziahl: Turns to look at the person
pointing at her, then waves.
Eugenia Phelps: She blushes and gives
Ziahl a wave and a smile. She does recognize her, hence the blush.
Ricky Prince: And he's out the door, his
jutting dog's muzzle leading the way as he heads out the door.
Ziahl: Smiles brightly and heads towards the
couple. "Allo Nia."
Felisa Espinosa: Noting the wave, she
tipped her gin up and drank it down. The next one would be a while as Felisa was
starting to feel the booze in her belly.
"See? That's the one. God, you people are slack-jawed gorgeous. Makes me
pissed."