Brigitte [rave, open]: The young girl pulls her sleek bmw roadster into the massive lot, doing her best to veer away from minglers, peddlers, and tripped out minors. The sound of her annoyingly loud industrial music is matched evenly with the heavy thud coming from inside the warehouse. She leaves the car running for a bit, taking time to check her glittery makeup in the rearview mirror.

Brigitte [rave, open]: The girl is a shining example of mixing innocence with aristocracy. She holds well defined cheek bones and facial structure surrounding brilliant emerald eyes. She has soft rich natural blonde hair that falls to her mid back when its not curled or pinned up. She's a figure of beauty, thin in the right places and appropriately swelled in others. She emits a feeling of loss, like someone who either needs or longs to be taken care of. (appearance 4, innocent, youthful appearance) http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=21

Twitch: ~So much noise for an old building. Which catches the bored little thing's attention. Especially when it echoes through the tunnels. A little drive in a pink corvette underground and a scurrying out through a manhole later, the shuffling little lump finds itself sneaking into the club on the heels of someone much taller to take the doorman's attentions away from it~

Brigitte [rave, open]: After blowing herself a tiny kiss in the mirror she cuts the engine and steps out, striking a sultry pose before locking up. Glancing around the parking lot she meanders fluidly toward the entrance. She wears skintight white leather hip huggers and a white corsette top lined with silver. Glittery silver combat boots and elaborate makeup to match. Her long naturally blonde hair is twisted into playful pigtails, held by silver silk scarves.

William Halloran: He gets out of the back of the BMW, unfolding himself, and moves along behind Brigette, towering over the girl. He's not QUITE as flashy...as in, he's dressed in his usual T-Shirt, jacket, and jeans...but hey, he makes in size and disfigurement, right?

Twitch: ~Beady little eyes widen in wonder as it steps to the side just inside the door~

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte curls a delicate arm around William's waist with a playful smile up to the man. "Who should I be tonight, my love? Would you like to pick?"

Joe Vellim: *Broad, and very short- upon first glance the irishman looks a little like a pit bull. That sort of vaguely dangerous person one doesn't chose to mess with just offhand. Bulky, powerful muscle ripples across his frame and gives a resolute touch to each stride. The faded remains of what was once an athlete's grace hangs about him like an old coat- that ease of movement that hints at once being very aquainted with the limits to which the human body may be pressed- and perhaps excel. ~That~ was likely a long time ago, though. A worn face that hints at an age above 30- but bright blue eyes seem open and hint that the violence of form has faded into an edgy sort of gregarious wisdom. Not a very attractive man, but from time to time the smile hints at a face that once could dazzle cameras. Bald headed, broken nose, and a latticework of scars that hatch across the knuckles of bratwurst sized fingers. ((fame 1))*

Twitch: ~So many people....... crowded into one place. Dancing, having fun. They look so happy here! Woooooooooowwwwwww.............. Little feet shuffle forward, trying to watch out for the taller people and their lack of watching where their going~

William Halloran: "Hmmm..." He looks thoughtful a moment. "DO I got options? Or just any name?"

Brigitte [rave, open]: She nuzzles her head in the brute's chest. "Anything you like, my love. What's your favorite name in the world?"

Joe Vellim: *Upon rounding the corner of Watson street, Joe suddenly skitters to the side, dodging a manhole cover that vibrates with the force of the music coming from inside.. he blinks at it for a second- then raises his head to look at the warehouse.. yep.. dat's th' place awright..*

William Halloran: He thinks about it a moment, frowning thoughtfully. "I, uh...I always personally been a fan of Emma, m'self." He shrugs a little, smiling down to her with a bit of a flush to his cheeks.

Brigitte [rave, open]: She gives a soft laugh and nods to the man, leading him into the place. "Fair enough. Tonight I'll be Emma for you, William." The young girl gentely presses her way into the warehouse, making an instant beeline for the bar.

Twitch: ~Beady eyes dart around, to all the shinies in the room. Must....... play........ A little hop up and down spree, and off it bolts, running into the crowd with an excited squeal~

Amy Silverthorne: *When she's not putting needles into people's skin, this is what she does. Works music for the crowds. rather nice setup for mixing and playing, all connected to the speakers that are currently trying to crack the pavement*

William Halloran: "Awright." He steps through the front door of the warehouse behind Brigette, keeping close to her and looking around the place as he does.

Joe Vellim: *Wide blue eyes are suddenly yanked to the side as a trio of glitzy little hot things walk by.. ah Jeezus... once there a bit further down the block, headed for the warehouse, the bullish man snaps out of it and looks down at his own worn attire.. faded army pants, worn boots, his favorite flannel shirt- ah shit issat mustard? He suddenly licks a finger and scrubs viciously at the stain.*

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte slinks up to the makeshift bar and leans with a sultry pose against the surface with a sly grin to the man on the other side. "Skyy for me, love." She looks over her shoulder to William, slipping a delicate hand in her skintight hip huggers in attempts to free her wallet from its grip.

Joe Vellim: Peachy.. *He gives up, tugging a bit self consciously at his jacket and thrusting broad hands into his pockets as he does what comes natural- following after some beautifully draped gauzy stuff toward the warehouse.*

Twitch: ~The lump manages to wiggle itself onto the dancefloor. If there is such a designated place in here. The eyes dart all around at the encrowding of the long legs surrounding it and go wide, a twinge of panic creeping in. But it only lasts a moment as it registers, the legs are dancing. Oooooooooo...... now there's something it hasn't done in many years. One little foot starts tapping to the beat..... then a wiggling of the tush.......~

William Halloran: "Uh, Jager." He takes a seat at the bar...that poor, poor stool. He sits sideways, facing Brigette, so as to better see the rest of the building. A huge hand comes up to brush the hair out of his face. Mismatched eyes scanning the place before he looks back to Brigette.

Amy Silverthorne: *Seems totally focused for themoment as she alternates hands between the turntable, the laptop, and the soundboard. If she only had a third hand!*

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte slips the tender cash for the drinks and a lofty tip before leaning delicately against William. Not wanting to strain the poor stool more than it already was. She keeps her wallet out and digs out a tiny pill container, flat and round roughly the size of a half dollar. She takes two of the pills from their holder and lays them in her mouth, washing it down with the skyy with a curious grin to the crowd.

Twitch: ((Weird.... everything just started shutting down on me))

Twitch: d10: Dex + ath: 3,5,9,9,9,

Twitch: ~And ya know..... it's not too shabby for a three foot tall cretin that crawled out of the sewers. Little arms come up and it gets right down into that music~

William Halloran: A meaty hand comes to rest on Brigette's shoulder when she leans against him, looking down at her with a smile. He looks back up, not worried about the pills she's ingesting...he trusts her. It's them he doesn't necessarily trust. He raises the Jagermeister to his lips, taking a good, strong swallow that nearly empties the glass at once, following the girl's gaze across the people.

Joe Vellim: *Eventually he makes it through the door- and hits a wall made of moving flesh. A moment of looking around, and yep... its aaaaaall taller than he is. muttered, good- natured cursing as he starts to press through the crowd toward the back wall. Frankie said look for folks in funny hats... or somethin'. Bright eyes stay open as he promises for the fifth time to strangle Benny for goin' to jail just when his stash was trickling dry..*

Joe Vellim: ((whoops- sorry.))

Brigitte [rave, open]: (tehe)

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 10,10,7,7,8,

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte slips the case and wallet back in her tight pantpocket and tips the glass of skyy to pretty overly glossed lips. She stands up straight backing away with William with a teasing grin. "Up, my love. Dance with me."

William Halloran: ((There went all my successes for the day.))

Brigitte [rave, open]: (jebus! guess it pays to be taller than EVERYone)

Twitch: ((Nice!))

Amy Silverthorne: *Takes a moment's break, handing the controlls over to her bald-headed assistnt as she hops off the platform, squirming throug hte crowd en route to the bar*

William Halloran: The man is completely alert, and notices all. The little thing boogying on the dance floor, Joe heading toward the back, Amy at the turntables...ain't no one sneakin' up on his big, ugly ass, and thus Brigette's ass, either. He looks at the woman and chuckles a little, low and rumbling. "A'ight. See if I can avoid steppin' on yer feet again." He rises up off the stool and starts to follow her to the floor.

Twitch: d10: dex + ath: 4,3,5,9,2,

Twitch: ~But with small size, comes small amounts of room. The lumpy thing bounces off someone's leg, blowing the whole rhythm of it's groove~

Brigitte [rave, open]: She slithers through the hoard of sparkly ravers until she finds a small clearing. Room enough to show off her brutish date. Without turning back toward William she starts dancing to herself with a sip of the glass, trusting he's behind her.

Joe Vellim: 'Ey! Watch 'at elbow, freak! *He does his best, but its lost in the pounding music as old instincts drive one hand to smack into an exuberant young man's flaling limb. The agitated finger he flashes to Joe in return recieves only a belated spattering of half hearted curses before he continues to make his way through the throb and grind of the crowd.*

Brigitte [rave, open]: d10: dex+perf: 4,9,2,7,6,4,

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Performance: 6,4,2,9,9,2,

Joe Vellim: d10: per+alert: 3,3,7,8,7,

William Halloran: And right behind her he is, having waded through the glitter and sparkles. He comes up right behind her and starts to dance...a slow, sort of unsure kind of moving at first, before he just sort of hits a groove, relying on his natural talents more then conscious thought about it. Check it out. Giant on the dance floor can actually...y'know...dance.

Brigitte [rave, open]: Once deciding it safe enough to expose her toes to the man's generally clumsy.. and heavily painful feer, she turns around and slips am arm around William's waist. Curling her movements around his.

Amy Silverthorne: *At the bar, she gets a water, leaning on the edge as she drinks. Small, fair-skinned girl, slender and leggy making her look taller than she is, bright red hair tipped with neon blue, currently a little sweat-dampened. Wearing a tank top bearing the lineness of Prince Vultan of the Hawk Men on the front, and baggy jeans. Mismatched blue and fgreen eyes roam the crowd as she takes ber breather*

Joe Vellim: ah- dereoneis YOU! *One bratwurst sized finger thrusts upward at someone who threatens to vanish behind another wall of people.* yeah YOU! Inna hat! Comeah! *One broad hand pressed against two people either dancing or... nevermind.* Pah'dn me, Sex-On-Wheels- yeah! Comeah.... *A bald head vanishes for a moment as he finally pulls up alongside a gregarious...ahem- vendor.*

Twitch: ~Determination to continue keeps it on the floor, but trying to shuffle it's way off towards the edges of it instead of compltely surrounded by dancing people~

William Halloran: He smiles widely, down to the young lady dancing her way around him, resetting his focus for a moment. He still watches those around, but the majority of his attention goes to Brigette, dancing with her, albeit a bit more reserved then her.

Joe Vellim: ((Amy-p... that shirt. Where, exactly do I get one?))

Twitch: d10: dex + ath: 8,3,1,7,5,

Amy Silverthorne: d10: peering around: 9,8,8,7,9,

Amy Silverthorne: *Seeing two abnormally large guys in the crowd. Hey, what the hell are they, like fifty? A frowning squint*

Brigitte [rave, open]: She looks up to William with a soft smile.. until her neck starts to hurt. Still moving fluidly beside the large man, she peers around for familiar faces.

Brigitte [rave, open]: d10: per+alert: 7,2,3,8,

Amy Silverthorne: [*G* I dunno, really. I figure it can be custom made? ]

Twitch: ~And it gets itself tangled into someone's legs in it's poor attempt at dancing. The poor girl that gets bumped into bumps into her dance partner, and slowly starts a domino reaction~

Joe Vellim: *He blares an order to the young vendor questioningly.. but his answer is eyes widened in shock, a laugh, and a shake of the head. Joe's battered face screws into a scowl as he nods and moves off.. well damnit...*

Joe Vellim: d10: per+alert: 3,3,1,3,4,

Amy Silverthorne: [ http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Village/9414/vultan.gif ]

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte's eyes pass right over the tiny lump of a girl dancing between people's legs. She does notive Joe with a clear squint of recognition toward the man. She quirks a sly halfgrin.

Joe Vellim: *POW! As his attention begins to swivel toward said domino, an errant shoulder too fast for him to catch leaves him simply getting his balance and watching the pretty lights. No no- not those. the ones exploding from behind his eyes.*

Joe Vellim: ((*LOL* the very essence of groove. right there.))

William Halloran: He keeps his eyes on Brigette as she looks around, moving back and forth, getting a little more into it...more then just a random swaying. Dancing is just like wrestling, after all...you still have to have natural rhythm, right moves, a set motion you're headed toward. Just with less chairs and barbed wire.

Amy Silverthorne: [Doesn't it look like he's shoutiong "HOAGIES!"?]

Twitch: ~The little thing rubs at it's lumpy head, just as the poor girl that triggered the chain reaction looks at what bumped into her with a glare. And then a petrified shriek of horror erupts from her, and she turns to bolt. Beady little eyes snap up at the shriek, barely heard over the booming music, and lets loose it's own shriek of terror and tries to bolt the opposite direction~

Twitch: ((~LMFAO~ Nice))

Twitch: ((~Drops a pin~))

Brigitte [rave, open]: With a playful wink to William, Brigitte spins around and away to start dancing up on some poor unsuspecting emo-ridden teenage female.

Twitch: ((~Blinks~ And my nick))

William Halloran: He grins a little, shaking his head, and steps over, leaning down...way down...to murmur in Brigette's ear a moment. "Be right back...gotta use th'bathroom." ((Back in 10-15, guys.))

Joe Vellim: ((My fault! sorry.))

Brigitte [rave, open]: (coolness) She nods and starts worming her way toward where she saw Joe. Curious.

Twitch: ((Bad Joe! No cookies! ~G~))

William Halloran: He brushes a hand over Brigette's shoulder, whether for her benefit or his, hard to say, and turns to head off to the aforementioned bathroom in a direct path.

Twitch: ~Unfortunately that opposite direction takes it straight back into the heaviest parts of the crowd. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It knew there were reasons it never came into these places. It worms it's way through, trying desperately to get to the other side of the room without anyone else stepping on or tripping over it~

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte takes up a slow groove in Joe's vicinity, clearly staring at the man with a wicked grin. She raises her glass of vodka to pretty lips with a teasing smile to the man.

Joe Vellim: *Stumpy people get a bad rap tonight- the process of righting himself leads to reaching for something to steady himself.. if only it hadn't been a backside in spandex, likely he'd be fine. Rather cushy- by the time he shakes his head and opens his eyes to look around, the offended young lady's hand is already whistling through the air to smack against the side of his battered face. Suprise, then blared laughter as he snarks back, good naturedly.* But ah LOVE yew! *Still giggling, he tries to make his way toward the bar- but is distracted by the dominoing, screeching people as he passes a short distance by the disturbance.*

Joe Vellim: d10: per+alert: 9,1,6,7,7,

Twitch: ~Hopefully the girl didn't tell a friend and it turn into a game of telephone. The little hood takes a chance to look back, not to bright a thing in the middle of a crowd. And eyes come forward once more just in time to barrel into the distracted Joe~

Twitch: ((into=straight at))

Joe Vellim: *eeeeh.. nevahmind th' screamies over there... ~that~ lady is.. he looks around, then back at Brigitte.. uh.. yeah.. lookin at him. Suddenly very aware of the mustard stain, the remains of the Vellim Grin flashes across his face as he tosses her a wink. A brief scowl as he shoulders past someone to get a biiiit closer.*

Brigitte [rave, open]: She tosses on her best meek smile, sipping the crystal liquid and staying put. Men. Eaaaaaasy.. She blinks back up to him to peer through glittery lashes, giving the man a full once over. Appraising.

Joe Vellim: *another impact- but Joe's nicer than uppity teenie- boppers. He looks from Brigitte down to the hurtling form and tries to catch it before she caroms off into the crowd. At first, suprise..* Someone braht deah KID heah? Hey- hey tiny- *He reaches down with both hands to help her right herself... and his eyes slowly widen...*

Twitch: ~A startled yelp as big hands grab onto it. Beady little eyes snap up to it's captor. Then another widening as his eyes widen, another scream bubbling up in it's throat. Little arms and legs start flailing to get away~

William Halloran: He steps back out of the bathroom and looks around, eyes scanning the crowd once more. Find Brigette first...that's the goal.

Brigitte [rave, open]: With a tiny pout, Brigitte looks down to what stole her attention away. She gives a tiny squint.. is that.. it is! Her pretty emerald eyes brighten and she rushes over.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 8,9,4,9,5,

William Halloran: There, she is. She watches the woman rush somewhere...wait, that's a sense of urgency she's got. He starts moving in a direct path to where Brigette is moving too, cutting an easy swath with his bulk.

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte slips up next to Joe, laying a chin on the man's shoulders. "Down with her, love. You don't want to cause a scene." She kisses Joe's cheak with a soft smile to the tiny.. thing.

Joe Vellim: *Oh... oh he lets go.. bright blue eyes can't get any wider as he jerks back a bit, blinking. Fear doesn't seem precisely natural to the brutish looking man, but what comfort may be had from his ~much~ closer approximation of her height than the surrounding crowd is blunted by the shock in his face. His tongue dampens suddenly dry lips as his mouth struggles to form words.* Y... yew.. uh... okay- *he murmurs again, perhaps to himself.* Y..Yoda..?

Joe Vellim: *Costume.. its a costume...someone brought their kid, someone he needs to punch until they twitch... but... but that... that isn't.. nahway.. blinky blinky.*

Twitch: ~Beady little eyes dart between Joe and Brigitte, and little hands withdraw into the sleeves of it's robe, little feet shuffle back and away from the two, but finds it can't go very far~ I'm thowwy mithtew... I.... ~Paniced eyes dart around, then back to Joe~

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte gives a sultry pout to Joe, then squats down to speak only to the little robed lump.

William Halloran: He comes up upon the trio, looking down to them...Joe he recognizes, and he gives the man with Brigette's chin on his shoulder a quick once-over and a nod. The little thing, he doesn't recognize so much. He looks over to Brigette. "Everything okay, Emma? Saw ya runnin'..."

Joe Vellim: *Slowly Joe's mind reaches around... grasping for.. ~anything~ to find purchase.. its mouth didn't move like a mask.. them.. them's LIPS! His eyes scan the crowd wildly as he looks around.. is it.. all of this.. really a game?*

Twitch: ~Beady little eyes go wiiiiiiiide as they can and snap to Brigitte~

Joe Vellim: d10: : 9,7,5,9,7,

William Halloran: ((*ROFL* Smithy just got all the brutish-looking guys turned around as to whether "it's a game" or not...))

Joe Vellim: ((per/alert there.))

Twitch: ~The eyes move to the next person that enters the factor, then to Joe again, whom it knows, but he doesn't know that. Nor would he recognize the little thing in it's natural appearance. A wince, and then the eyes dart back to Brigitte~ Whooo yew?

Brigitte [rave, open]: She gives a soft smile up to William and raises a dainty hand in his direction, pulling herself back up to her full height, just over six foot. "Just fine, love. Just saw some familiar faces is all." She jumps up to kiss William's cheek.

Joe Vellim: *Broad slabs of muscle jerk and shudder across Joe's squat frame as he starts to shake a little... trying to adjust. He blinks blankly at William, even the hot little peach with the soft mouth.. only another blank stare.. then back to the.. to.. well.. um..*

Brigitte [rave, open]: She flashes a sly grin down to twitch. "Emma." She states proudly, leaning back against William. "Oooooold friend of Vic's."

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte reaches over to lay a delicate hand to Joe's chin, trying to avert his eyes from twitch. She flashes him a sultry pout "Tisk Tisk, love.. It's impolite to stare."

Joe Vellim: d10: wp: 7,3,3,

Twitch: d10: dex + ath: 5,4,8,7,1,

Joe Vellim: *He raises one hand, so slow it may as well be passing through glue as he finally belts out a strangled, belated..* h.. Hiya... *waving slowly.*

William Halloran: He leans down to accept the kiss, and nods. "Awright. Jus' wanted t'make sure, s'all." He stands there, large form providing the clearing for the other three to interact in, watching curiously.

Twitch: ~The little thing crouches down, eyeing all three of them suspiciously, then turns and starts scrambling across the floor, managing to dodge some of the legs in it's attempt to get away~

Joe Vellim: *Bright eyes finally pass to Brigitte.* Yeah.. showah..

Joe Vellim: *The meaty hand moves from waving to twitch's vanishing form, to rub the top of his head.* Fuck ah needa drink...

Brigitte [rave, open]: She gives a soft smile to Joe. "You're one of Alec's little friends.. right?"

William Halloran: He watches Twitch skitter away, blinking. "Didn't know they let kids in these places..."

Joe Vellim: *He nods blankly to Brigitte...*Alec.. yeah..* finally blinking before he shouts way up at William.* 'Ey WILLIE! You see da bah from up deah??

Twitch: ~Panic. Panicpanicpanic. Strange people that knew who it was, one that it knew and he didn't know.... bad. Bad situation. It finally stands upright, eyes darting around. Which way is out? Oh no...... Little gnarled hands grab the robe and fidget~

William Halloran: "Yeh, Joe. I see it." He starts clearing a bath to lead the way for them.

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte extends a dainty hand down to twitch. "Come, love. Let's powder our noses." She looks over her shoulder. "I'll meet you boys back at the bar, alright my love?"

Twitch: ~The eyes snap to Brigitte again, and then go to her hand~ Whoo yew? ~Still clutching at the robe with it's gnarled hands, one excessively sharp tooth biting at it's lower lip~

Brigitte [rave, open]: "A friend." she says softly. "I'll explain in the restroom, love."

William Halloran: He nods to Brigette as he heads off. "Awright, Emma. See ya there."

Joe Vellim: *Don't need to tell the alkie twice- he's on Will like glue, eyes glassy.*

Twitch: ~A hesitant little hand lets go of the robe to reach up and take Brigitte's offered hand~ Yew pwomith?

Brigitte [rave, open]: She gives a bright downward smile "Promise." she leads the tiny thing to the ladies room.

Twitch: ~Little feet shuffle with Brigitte, beady eyes glancing back to where Joe and Will disappeared to~

Joe Vellim: *Elbows, knees, thrashing limbs from the crowd, Joe seems dead to it. Fek yew bahstahds... I saw ~Yoda~. Kinda cute, considerin'...*

William Halloran: He steps up to the bar, nodding to the bartender. "Another Jager." He looks down at Joe, nodding briefly to him. "Howya been?"

Joe Vellim: *Glassy eyes swivel upward as the short man looks up to William. after a moment of twisting his mouth around words he can't quite get out, he snaps out of it.* Yeah- fine? uh.. yew? *He hooks a blunt thumb back toward the dancefloor.* Congratulations onda babe, slim. *He becomes more focused placing his order. Whatever's strongest, in the biggest cup the guy can find. Take money for two, bring the next in fiiiiiiive minutes.*

Brigitte [rave, open]: The young girl makes no move to stop her, but lets out a soft sob burying her face in her hands. Damnit.. not another one..

Brigitte [rave, open]: (tehe. *kicks dropped pm*)

Twitch: ((~Picks up the PM and stuffs it in my pocket~))

William Halloran: He looks back to the bathroom where the girls went and smiles faintly, head dipping a bit, and color coming to his ruined cheek. "Yeh, thanks. She's a keeper, awright." He shrugs a bit. "I'm okay. Had a few rough times, but I'm getting better."

Joe Vellim: EY! And jes' da alkey- haul. None o' dem fuck-ya-brain-up pills, yeah? *Its a shout after the bartender before he swivels in the stool- uncaring that his feet don't touch the ground, precisely. The tremors only slowly subside as his brain continues to grasp after the strange evening.*

Joe Vellim: Yeah? Whut happn'd, man? *The cup is in his hand before the bartender even sets it down- half of it in his stomach before he can register the burn of swallowing.*

William Halloran: He looks down to his drink, taking a deep swig. "Friend died." It's muttered, almost hard to hear over the music.

Joe Vellim: *That quiets Joe a bit as he takes another drink of his own. A nod, and he sets it down, keeping one broad paw curled around it. The two mismatched ugly folk brood for a few moments before Joe speaks again.* Sahrry, Willie. Recent?

William Halloran: "Bout two weeks ago." He nods, leaning back against the bar a little bit. His eyes float to the bathroom, and then back to his drink.

Joe Vellim: Guy caint catcha break innis town.. *It barely glides across the top of the music before fading again. ~gulp~*

William Halloran: "Yeh, tell me 'bout it." He takes another drink of the potent stuff, shrugging a bit. "City's a real piece-a work sometimes, y'know?"

Joe Vellim: Yeh.. *One bright eye swivels upward to the sad man's face... a mischeivous light breaks across the blue orb before a roguish grin bunches Joe's jowly face. He looks around discreetly, waiting for a likely target.. a whispered prayer for forgiveness even as he prepares to offend a brightly glowing and curvy woman nearby.* Ah wait, Willie! *He reaches out quite obviously to give her rear a gregarious pat, then turns to Willie as the woman's hand swatches across his face with a loud rapport. The grin never slips.* Guess ya CAN afta- all!

Joe Vellim: Anyways.. yeah.. know whatcha mean. *He nods solemnly as the bright red imprint of fingers glows against one cheek.*

William Halloran: He blinks at Joe's sudden move, and again at the loud smack as the woman reacts in the very much expected manner. He looks from the pissed-off woman to the grinning ex-boxer, and chuckles a little bit, shaking his head. "Yeh...I guess so. Yer a crazy man, Joe, ya know that?" A good-natured smirk is directed to Joe.

Joe Vellim: Jeezus lady- havah haht! It was feh a good cause! *He raises one hand to block additional pounding, shifting in the chair as the woman shows herself to be rather more determined than he maybe thought.*

Joe Vellim: *He blinks after the woman, maybe a little embarassed*Awright awright- sahrry, sheesh.. *He turns back to William, trying to hold a straight face.* Yeh- city's fekked up fah shuwah, huh.. mean people all ovah.. *He laughs loudly, taking another drink as she finally relents with a glare that should leave him dead.*

William Halloran: He watches her go, still chuckling a little bit, and looks back to Joe with a bit of a grin. "Thanks...I think I kinda needed that."

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte pushes out of the bathroom door, looking a bit rattled and peers around trying to find where she'd left the bar.

Joe Vellim: *A boyish giggle snaps out of the muscular man as he swings his legs.* Shuwah ya did... feck, bro.. *he he heeee* Ah did tew- sa thankee! *He clacks his cup against Willie's with a wink.*

Twitch: ~And with a lump little robed thing attatched to her leg~

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 9,8,7,5,3,

Brigitte [rave, open]: She frowns down at the absess on her silver combat boot. "I don't want to make ANYone pay, alright? Please.." Her voice sad and pleading, eyes teared and worn. "Just.. forget I said anything."

William Halloran: He looks up to see Brigette coming out of the bathroom, straightening a little more and waving in her direction.

Joe Vellim: *Afterthought as he looks back after the withdrawing woman.* Hell she did tew ah tink.. *another swallow before he raises a hand to wave... though bright eyes seem still wary.. ah mean.. ~yoda~...*

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte takes a few clodsteps toward the bar, not nearly as graceful with the tiny attachment to her leg. She stops and frowns down at the thing, like she very well might punt her across the warehouse. "Please, love. Not now."

Twitch: But now yew ith huwt and it'th not faiw. ~Little eyes filled with concern up at her~ How can I hewp yew feew bettew?

Brigitte [rave, open]: She continues to clumsily move toward the bar. "You can't, love. There's nothing you can do. It's something I'll have to take up with him. I don't want you getting involved." She reaches up to carefully rub a glittery eye. Can't have William know she was crying. He worries too much as it is.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Empathy: 5,4,9,9,

Twitch: Too wate. I'm aweady invowved. I'm not kompweetewy powewweth. I kan dew thtuff. Yew kan't get wid of me that eathy. And I'm gonna be thtubbown about it, tho yew might ath wew thwow yew fit. ~A little tongue pokes out at her, then finally lets go of her leg~

William Halloran: He's not an expert at reading people, but he frowns as he notices Brigette's state of distress. Something's not right. "'scuse me, Joe." He moves away from the bar, to meet her on the way.

Joe Vellim: Yew ah SMAHT muthafukkah... *Shouted with joy as the bartender delivers the other drink and Joe hands over the empty.. the same motion delivers the other into his hand as he gulps at the thing.*

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte 'accidently' rams twitch into a dancing glitterkid.

Twitch: ~A yelp, and the little lump flops down to the floor, rubbing it's chest with a wince~

Brigitte [rave, open]: (oh! dlp, i missed where she let go.)

Twitch: ((Nah, it's ok ~G~))

William Halloran: He comes up to Brigette, looming protectively over her. A hand comes to rest gently on her shoulder, looking down with a concerned frown. "Emma? What's wrong?"

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte frowns down at Twitch and squats down to help her up. "Love.. please.. for my sake. We can talk later. I can come by the alley and I'll tell you everything. But you're going to get trampled in a place like this."

Brigitte [rave, open]: She blinks up to William and forces a pretty smile to her face. "Nothing's wrong, my love."

Twitch: Pwomith me? ~Eyes plead at her~ I won't weeve untiw yew pwomith me. Tonight, ok? ~Eyes dart over to William as he approaches them, still rubbing at her chest~ I don't caew bout my thafety. I caew bout my wuved oneth.

Joe Vellim: *Everclear.. mean stuff. Joe's a bit blitzed to notice the difference between "that looks like Yoda" from before, and his current mode of "Oh no, Yoda fell down" thus in a moment he hops off the barstool... sways a bit.. and plunges resolutely into the crowd..*

Brigitte [rave, open]: She gives a confident nod. "I promise. Tonight. Might be late, but I'll be there."

William Halloran: He frowns a little bit. He knows what he saw...she's upset, and it's pretty obvious he knows that she is. He waits there, though, watching her but saying nothing. Ready to escort her wherever she'd like.

Twitch: ~A satisfied nod at that~ Ok. Then I wiw go. Tew Joe Tiffany thaed hi, ok? And if yew want, bwing him. ~Little arms wrap around Brigitte in as tight a hug as it can muster, and then it turns and starts moving~ ((Hey guys I have to scoot for a little bit, but I should be back ~LIX~))

Brigitte [rave, open]: (thanks, china!!)

William Halloran: ((*Hugs the China*))

Twitch: ((Thanks muchly guys! ~Wiggles and luvvins~ Should be back in an hour or so))

Brigitte [rave, open]: She nods and raises back to her full height, leaning weakly against william. "Why aren't you with your friend, my love? I was on my way over.. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Joe Vellim: ((Later China!)) *The liquor doesnt exactly help his powers of perception, and the small figure is lost swiftly in the crowd.*

William Halloran: His arm goes to wrap around her waist, supporting her as he looks down into her pretty face. "'cause yer upset. I wanted t'make sure y'were okay. Lotta things can go on inna rave bathroom."

Brigitte [rave, open]: She gives a tiny shake of the head with another forced smile. Eyes still more teary than she cared to admit. "No, love.. nothing like that. I'm fine." She looks down to the floor, curling into William. "I.. I think I'm all raved out, love. How about we grab your friend and continue drinking back at the hotel?"

William Halloran: "Yeh..." He nods a bit. "Yeh, that sounds like a good idea." He doesn't buy that she's fine, not for a moment, and it's clear as day that he doesn't. He's not going to say anything about it, though, trusting her implicitly. He looks to the bar...wait, he's not there. A frown, and he starts to look around for Joe.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 6,3,6,10,2,

Brigitte [rave, open]: Brigitte slinks away from William to head for the bmw. To get the car warmed up.

Brigitte [rave, open]: (brb. diaper change)

William Halloran: Ahh, there he is. He looks back at Brigette as she walks away, and then looks back over to Joe, pushing through the crowd. He's had about enough of this particular rave himself. He makes his way toward Joe.

Joe Vellim: TOLYA it was a fekkin' accident, ya whiny prick! Nah fek AFF a'for ah fehget Ah'm such a fekkin sweethaht! *Eventually Joe is drawn easily enough out of the warehouse, to a car, hey, he seems good with whatever.*

Brigitte [rave, open]: (back)

Brigitte [rave, open]: Assuming that all parties are in compliance, 'emma' would drive them back to her DT hotel room.

William Halloran: He finds Joe and puts his hand on the man's shoulder, leaning down. "Emma wants ta take off...wanna head back to the hotel with us an' hang? More quiet place to rleax, get some drinkin' done?"

William Halloran: ((Think we may have lost Joe.))

Brigitte [rave, open]: (Hmm..)

 

HOTEL ROOM

"Emma": The young girl is quiet the whole ride over, still with a thoughtful look about her from her little bathroom encounter. She speeds, but not immensely, and fills the car with an annoyingly loud industrial mix unless someone chooses to fiddle with it.

William Halloran: He's stretched out in the backseat...only way the giant can fit in the BMW. He remains quiet, a somewhat worried look on his eyes as he watches Emma drive.

Joe Vellim: *Joe steps right up in that regard.. with a sympathetic murmur of.* Sweet Jeezus- ya pooah goyl.. *One brawny arm reaches foreward from the back seat to wobble from one button to the next in confusion before he changes it to the radio expertly, tuning to a station in a few seconds. Punk blares in vitriolic glory from the car's speakers* DEAH we go- old school! Uh... summat.

Joe Vellim: ((Mod that to Joe in the front.))*Radio delt with he gives Emma a pat on the shoulder.* Don' wahrry Peaches- won' hold it against ya, yeah? *He chuckles, eyes twinkling for a moment in drunken happiness before he goes back to watching the road.*

"Emma": She doesn't seem to mind the change in station. A tiny smile passes her pretty face and she keeps driving. Before too long, she pulls into the lot of a mid level hotel and cuts the engine.

Joe Vellim: *Joe tries to remain quiet too, as he burps. Yep.. aaaaall gentleman.*

"Emma": She flashes an amused grin to Joe and leans over the man's lap to get in the glove compartment, taking her time to dig around for whatever she's looking for.

William Halloran: The door is opened to the back seat and he crawls out, shutting it behind him. He moves around to Brigette's door to get it and help her out. Extra attentive right now to her needs.

Joe Vellim: Yew awright back deah biggu- *he starts to crane his neck around to address Will before "Emma's" glove compartment hunt jerks his face back around* -whoa. Tank yew an' ya welcome! *A guffaw before he simply tries to get out of the woman's way. Not such a bright one when drunk, is Joe.*

"Emma": She digs out a perscription bottle and shuts the compartment, leaning to land a playful kiss on Joe's cheek before stepping out with Will's aid.

Joe Vellim: *Once everyone begins piling out, Joe comes with. A brief hunt with bratwurst fingers for the door latch before he piles out, then shuts and locks the door behind him.*

"Emma": Leaning weakly against Will, she leads them toward the lobby entrance. "Mmm.. two big strong men to walk me home.. Just how DID I get to be so lucky?"

William Halloran: He helps her out of the car, and shuts the door behind her. The large man moves along behind Emma at a pace to match hers, a hand on her shoulder, eyes flicking around, then back to her.

Joe Vellim: *He walks a bit ahead, neck craned to look at the building as he tosses back over one shoulder.* How indeedy. *Interest bright in his eyes as he looks the place over, he swings the door open and holds it for the other two.. eyebrows lifted a bit- niiiice neighborhood.. No one's laundry out on the powerline or nuttin'.*

"Emma": Emma reaches up to run delicate finger's along Joe's chest in passing, making her way in. "Thank you, love."

William Halloran: He ducks under the door frame and steps in, smiling faintly at Emma's comment. "'cause yer you, an' could get whoever ya wanted," he answers with a chuckle. "Think the question should be the other way 'round."

Joe Vellim: Awright deah, cheeky. *A chuckle bubbles out briefly as he takes another look around the place, then swaggers in behind them with hands stuffed into jacket pockets.*

"Emma": She casts a tiny smile over her shoulder, making for the elevator. "You'd be surprised, love."

William Halloran: A shrug, and he moves into the elevator, taking his regular position at her side, quiet as it heads up to the floor in question.

"Emma": She makes another dainty lean back against William with a soft smile to Joe. "How are we on drinks, William? I'm such a flake I forgot to ask.."

Joe Vellim: *He almost misses it- but slips in before the door dings shut. A slight scowl as he stares flatly at the source of the music.. someone turned the Rat Pack into elevator squall... sa.. someone outta burn in hell.*

William Halloran: "We gottanough to last. Just went out the other day. Gotta decent variety."

"Emma": She grins and turns to kiss the man's chest. "You're too good to me, love." The door dings and opens on the appropriate floor. The young girl slips out with a fluid grace and meanders toward her suite, unlocking the door.

Joe Vellim: *He looks back to grin at the other two- hoping his hatred of Sinatra mutilation doesn't show.*

William Halloran: He follows along close behind, stepping into the room after her. He goes straight to the minifridge and kneels, crouching down to get out the bottles of alcohol.

"Emma": Brigitte sways over to the vanity, poking at the glittery around her eyes. "Make yourself at home, love."

Joe Vellim: *Joe palooka's on out of the box and travels after, bright eyes soaking up the hallway as the slow burn of the drink he'd downed keeps him happily mindless.. nothing to worry about. Not till after there's no more booze. whoopie!*

"Emma": She looks over her shoulder to William. "Fix me a glass of Skyy, my love. I'm going to freshen up a bit." She blows the big man a kiss and meanders to the bathroom not bothering to close the door.

William Halloran: "Kay." He looks back at her, smiling, and goes to fix the drink. "Joe, whaddya wanna drink?"

"Emma": The young girl undresses and starts running a bath. While waiting for the water to run, she gently takes down her pigtails, running a delicate hand through her locks to smooth out the tangles.

Joe Vellim: *He holds up a finger, very much the picture of a scholar at meditation.* Ah'll takea Whiskey, pah'dnah- straightup!

"Emma": Humming to herself with a soft smile about her, she slips into the tub and starts rinsing away layers of glitter.

William Halloran: "Awright." The glass of vodka is set aside for Emma, and he pours some Jim Beam for Joe, bringing it over. Himself...more Jagermeister. He walks back over and takes a seat at the table, sighing a little bit.

Joe Vellim: *Hands still thrust into his jacket, Joe begins to stroll through the apartment. Decorations, the window, it is all a target of his meandering curiosity.*

Joe Vellim: Thankee.. *He takes the glass, his eyes torn away from a painting to William as he walks away.. momentary worry crosses his jocular expression as he considers.*

"Emma": With such a practiced grace it doesn't take the girl long to bathe. She splashes her toes in and out of the tub, wondering how upset they'd be if she stayed in the bathroom. She gives a tiny laugh at the thougt. Terribly rude.. guest and all. She stands and shakes her hair out getting water all over the bathroom.

Joe Vellim: *His gaze flicks toward the bathroom as he thinks of something to entertain William with. He moves a step or two closer, finally settling into a chair.* Say Willie.. ya naht gahnna b'leeve this.. but dat kid? At th' rave?

William Halloran: "Yeh?" He follows Joe's look off to the bathroom, then glances back at the whiskey-bearing man, taking a drink.

"Emma": The young girl slips out of the bathroom, still dripping from the tub and meanders around the room to look for a clean towel.

Joe Vellim: *Joe lowers his voice a bit.. more from excited confusion than any real attempt at keeping secrets.* Sweah.. 'was eiddah a really, really good costume.. like.. Jim Henson type shit.. oah dat kid lookt jes' like Yoda. Only.. creepy.. well- moah creepy. *He waits for the man's reaction.*

Joe Vellim: ((around... what room?)

"Emma": (around the main room, where joe and will are)

William Halloran: "Really." He looks over at Emma comes out, watching her for a moment...dammit, it was hard not to...but he tears his gaze back to Joe. "Huh." These days, it's getting harder and harder to phase him.

"Emma": She gives a tiny huff after scanning the room and coming up towel less. Note to self.. bitch at housekeeping. She meanders toward the bed where she'd left her big green duffel bag and digs through.

Joe Vellim: *About the time Emma begins gliding around the room, Joe's voice dies off. Now, his ~mouth~ stays open as he tracks the moving form with all the precision of an aircraft gunner. A shake, a blink, and he stares at the whiskey in his hand for a moment. Then looks back to Will, his cheeks beginning to burn.* Nah idea addal what ah was sayin.. *he stretches the collar of his shirt, trying not to ogle any longer.*

"Emma": The young girl cathes his eye with a shameless smile, arching her back at the attention. She digs out a pair of simple white bikini cut panties and a matching white speghetti strap tank, slipping them fluidly over her dripping limbs.

William Halloran: He nods a little bit. "Yeah, me either." The Yoda kid was a friend fo Emma's...she'd explain if she felt the need to do so. He sits there, quietly finishing his Jager and pouring some more, before he rises up and goes to get Emma her drink.

"Emma": She also digs out a pack of Virginia Slims, strutting over toward the window and opening the thing a good foot or so. Smiling to herself she slips into a chair at the table, looking to William for her drink.

Joe Vellim: *Damn... that's a nice goyl.. techno forgotten, Joe takes another couple of swallows from the glass, apparently a touch more comfortable now that Emma's got some clothes on.. ahmean.. Will's goyl an' all.*

William Halloran: And the drink is passed over with a smile to her. He takes the seat at Brigette's right, picking his own drink up, and taking another gulp before fishing out his smokes.

"Emma": She slips a slim from the pack and looks to Will, expecting it to be lit. "So, Joe. Tell me about yourself."

Joe Vellim: *Joe leans back in the chair, kicking one leg over the other.* Well! Glad ah came aloang! *The vibrant blare livens things up for a moment as he guffaws again and salutes Emma with his slowly emptying glass.*

William Halloran: And lit it is, as he flicks the lighter for her smoke.

"Emma": She takes a dainty drag from the thing with a soft smile to Joe. "I'm glad you did too, love. Any friend of William's is a friend of mine." She slips her long legs up to Will's lap.

William Halloran: He smiles a bit to Emma and starts rubbing lightly at her feet, as he pulls his own smoke and lights it.

"Emma": She quirks a tiny smile to Joe. "Tiffany said to tell you hello, love." She takes another dainty puff. "And to come see her sometime."

Joe Vellim: eeeh... shuwah. Namuch ta tell? uuh. Yamean profession'ly?

"Emma": She gives a tiny shrug. "Anything you like. Are you some kind of little fighter guy.. like my william?"

Joe Vellim: Nah, nah- *he waves one meaty hand, carefully avoiding the topic as he chuckles, shifty eyed.* Nah ah'm a private investigatah! Yew?

Joe Vellim: Willie heah'd beat mah ass- yew seen da big flyin' fuck-yew move??

William Halloran: He chuckles a little bit, shaking his head. "I ain't think Emma's come to see the show yet, no."

"Emma": She gives a soft smile. "I do what I please." She says with a coy smile, raising her glass of skyy to pretty lips. She flashes will a loving smile. "Soon, love. I'll come to one soon. Promise."

"Emma": She takes another dainty drag from her slim and removes her lets from her brutish footrest, slipping out of her chair with a bored look about her.

Joe Vellim: Me and Mahk in mah buildin' usta go once a month. ee gaht smacked widda chaih dough- won't go namoah. *He merely waggles his eyebrows at Emma at her cheeky response.*

William Halloran: "S'all fine...I figgered it prob'ly aint somethin' ya'd be interested in anyway." He shrugs a little bit and takes a drag from his cigarette.

Joe Vellim: ((Sorry guys- having the stay in school talk with a young roommate. She thinks she's quitting. HA I say.))

"Emma": She gives a soft laugh, walking up behind William to drape a frail arm over his shoulder. "It's not that, love.. I don't much care for seeing people get hurt. Especially ones I care for." She kisses the back of his head. "I'd like to see at least one show though."

Joe Vellim: *Joe giggles into his glass before speaking further.* S'not gettin' hoyt.. s'like.. yannow... *he quiets a bit, looking into the drink.. the word recieving more alcohol laden weight than he perhaps realizes.* ...heroic.

William Halloran: He looks up to her and smiles a little, flushing a bit. "Awright. One-a these times."

"Emma": She thinks for a moment about contesting the herioc aspects of staged combat, but bites her tongue instead. No need to quarrel. Let the boys have their little fights. Cute, really. She takes another drag and leans up from William circling the table with the same bored look about her. A change in subject. "So, Joe. Would you consider yourself a man of faith?"

Joe Vellim: *He looks up, a bit wide eyed at the change in topic.. the mists of memory are blinked from his eyes- and any hint of the forlorn is swallowed by the suddenly shiny grin.* Shuwah- faith in my muddah ta beat shit outta me if I missed choych, is what! *He chuckles again, then calms a bit, taking a sip and glancing at William for a second.* Iownt know.. pretty shuwah ah'm a believah.. jes not shuwah in what, mebbe. *He scratches the back of his head.* Yannow?

William Halloran: He watches Joe and Emma, his head tilting a little to the side as he silently listens to the two talk. He picks up his glass, taking a drink from it.

"Emma": She gives a soft laugh, moving just behind Joe with an appraising glance. "I think I have an idea, yes. You attend church? What kind?"

Joe Vellim: *Joe follows the woman with his eyes, shrugging a bit.* Raised a good Mic Catholic, yannow? Kinna met up wit some 'heads in th' kitchen in mah teens dough.. 'came kinna a tribalist really.. kinna inta ancestah spirits.. stuff likeat. Not shuwah yet. *He shrugs again, slightly disoriented by the change in conversation.*

"Emma": She gives a soft laugh, running her hand delicately along the back of the man's shoulder in passing, circling back around toward william. "Catholics are adorable. Their hearts are in their right place.. if only their information was more accurate." she takes another dainty drag from the slim. "What kinds of ancient spirits, love?"

Joe Vellim: Ah fek. Heah wego- see Peaches- *He shakes his drink a bit, expression rueful.* Holy Muddah fahgimme- but ta make Catholicism entertainin'.. I'mona need sa' moah booze! *He sticks his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and rises from the chair as he points at William.* Yaneed samoah uh dat fekkin Kraut poison?

"Emma": (ancestor, even. heh.)

William Halloran: "Yeh...I got it, though." He rises up and grabs Joe's glass and his own, moving to get them drinks.

"Emma": She looks over with an appraising smile to William. Such a good boy.. think I'll keep em. She smirks and takes her seat again with a sultry grin to Joe motioning for him to sit.

Joe Vellim: Wull... *embarassment colors his skin for a moment as a sudden bout of shyness overtakes him.* See.. *He moves toward the kitchen, trying to put it together.

"Emma": She pouts and stands, following them over walking closely behind Joe. "Love.. am I making you terribly uncomfortable.. I don't mean to."

Joe Vellim: *He stops as William leaves him in the clinch. Bahstahd.. nuttin' ta dew naw.. he looks to Emma quietly and moves to sit down. Damn.. she's not easy to ignore. Fekkin.. fagimme, Eeda.. she's hot! Joe sinks back into his seat.*

Joe Vellim: Nah nah- jes' naht really sumptin' ah tink abaht verry often, yeah? Lessee if ah kin puddit tageddah.

"Emma": She flashes a sly grin and sits as well, facing the nervous man. Shy one. How adorable! She runs a dainty foot up the man's shin from under the table, waiting for his response.

"Emma": She nods, taking a sip from her skyy. "Take your time, love. These things take a bit more grace to explain well than your everyday conversation. I don't mind waiting."

Joe Vellim: *First, his knee impacts the underside of the table sharply- suprise! A glance at William as he gives her the "knockit off!" look* Yanat helpin, cutie.. *A chuckle* Awright, lissen heah. Ya evah read a book called "Germania" by dis old bastahd called Tacitus?

William Halloran: He quietly pours the drinks for himself and Joe. The glasses are brought back over, Joe's glass set down in front of him. After a moment's thought, he heads back to the fridge and retrieves the three bottles, bringing them all back. He's bartender for the night...gotta serve a purpose.

"Emma": She gives a sultry smile to the man and retracts her foot, wildly amused. She leans forward with elbows to the table and shakes her head. "Nope. Sorry, love. Don't really read much. Prefer talking. Books lack a certain amount of intamacy that I can get from simply talking to someone about a subject. Tell me about it?" She takes another dainty drag.

Joe Vellim: Tanks, Willie. *He takes up the glass and leans back* Wull, see.. I aint readit eiddah. Jes' hoyd a lot abahtit. See Tacitus was zis Roman big high muckity muck. 'ee travel'd aroun' da tribal people uh gehmania- tryin ta write down all deah b'liefs an' stuff feh da fat cats back home. Only, he hadda describe'm in toyms da cesah oah whoevadafuck couldt unnerstan'. Sa, he went an' said Tiwaz, deah main gahd, was actually named Ziu uh summat.. so da Cesah wouldt know he was th' king uh da gehmanic pantheon. Like Zeus, right? Eventully, Ziu's cult became kinna da happenin ting in Rome, yeah? Only.. whoda fuck is Ziu? Right?

"Emma": She listens with a soft smile, running a dainty foot back to Joe's lap from under the table. "Horseshit." She says with an innocent smile, taking another long sip from her vodka.

Joe Vellim: *He becomes more animated as he goes on. Sure its passionate- but for all the volume of his words, its about as easily understood- and unstoppable once started- as a steamroller teaching greek to the chinese.*

Joe Vellim: wait, wha? *He stops, confused- but far from offended.* Ah'm naht even stahted! But.. whadaya mean?

William Halloran: Another swallow from his glass, looking back and forth between them.

"Emma": She bats innocent lashes to the man, slipping the other foot in joe's lap with a playful wiggle. "Oh. You weren't finished? Continue then." She leans comfortably back in her seat and raises her glass to pretty lips, letting it linger there in a teasing pose.

Joe Vellim: ooo.. kay. *He chuckles, reaching down to gently remove the woman's foot from his crotch. Hopefully before the traitorous region indicates a contrary desire.* Say uh.. dat's still aint helpin! Anyways... see.. shoat voysion is, ~I~ say, any mod'n day religion is jes' a dillution o' tings folk's ancestahs once akshully saw- miracles real people did.. yannow.. trough da foace o' community an' tribe. Shah'd beleif in each uddah. Heroes committed great deeds an' stuff.. den aftah death, dey became ancestahs folk remembered and drew on the mem'ry of feh strength an' pride. dey wheah da origional gahds. Made dat way tru shah'd belief.

"Emma": She gives a soft smile to the man, laying her cheek in a dainty hand. "Ohhhh... that's so cute!" Not condescending.. quite sincere in fact. As though he'd just explained that he beleives in the sugar plum fairy. Her pesky foot slips it way back up the man's shin and she takes another sip. "So.. you don't believe in actual diety, then?"

Joe Vellim: uh... *One broad paw cradles his forehead as he squints into his drink.* Awright- da paht uh dat what made sense was me. Da rest is da mickey Willie slipped me in mah drink. *He nudges the huge man, chuckling.* Whyda hell aintchew tawkin tew, biggun??

William Halloran: He raises an eyebrow, looking at Joe a moment, and then leans forward, pouring a little more Jager for himself. He stubs his cigarette out in the ahstray and goes to light up another.

"Emma": She gives a bright smile to William, wiggling her toes up Joe's pantleg. "Yes, love. Tell us what you believe. Be honest now."

Joe Vellim: Hell yeah. Ahmean.. Iownt really know yet. Yannow. Which paht is which. Like.. ah hell.. Ah figgah if ah'm wrong, da' Holy Mudda gahnna kick me in th' ass good and say nice try.. sumptin likeat. *he shrugs slightly.*

William Halloran: "I dunno. Ain't got much ta say, I guess." He shrugs a bit. "Never hearda that before, whatcha said."

"Emma": She gives a comforting smile to Joe. "The Holy mother.. is long dead, love. I doubt she'll be kicking anyone in the near future."

Joe Vellim: *He just... blinks at the woman. Unsure what to say. Instead, he blinks, looking to William to take over.*

"Emma": She gives a tiny nod. May as well crush his dreams early.. to make way in rebuilding them to her image. "You see, love.. Mary was a mere mortal. Mother to a mere prophet. One of many alleged mesiah's out of that time period. Hardly something to concern yourself with." She takes another dainty drag, before quashing it out in the tray.

William Halloran: He says nothing, just shrugging a little bit. He's not part of the conversation, he's just here to play bartender for the time being.

"Emma": She gives a concerned look over to will and retracts her foot from Joe. She slips over to drape lengthy arms around the man's shoulders, kissing his cheek. "You alright, my love?"

Joe Vellim: *Joe quiets, giving that some thought, if the struggle to breech trained in belief is quite a struggle.*

William Halloran: He looks over at her, blinking a couple of times, and nods. "Yeh. Yeh, I'm okay, Emma. Just ain't got much t'say."

"Emma": She nuzzles her cheek against his with a grin to Joe. Giving the man time to cope with the cold reality.

Joe Vellim: zzzzzz.... *A muted roar from the man's lowered head, balanced on one brawny arm.*

William Halloran: He circles a huge arm around Emma's waist, relaxing a little bit. Easy to go with the flow when she was touching him.

"Emma": She tilts her head at Joe with a soft laugh. "Hmm.. do you think you could move our slumbering drunk to the couch, my love? That has to be terribly uncomfortable."

William Halloran: He looks over to Joe and shakes his head, chuckling. "Sure thing." He rises up and moves to pick Joe up out of the chair and hoist him over his shoulder.

Joe Vellim: *He sure hasn't let go of that glass though.. rather pathetic really, in hindsight.*

"Emma": Brigitte steps away toward the closet. "I'll fetch him a pillow and blanket." And so she does.

Joe Vellim: *Joe's a pretty short, if brawny, sack of potatoes- arms like doric columns hang down in perfectly amicable submission as he's lugged to the couch.*

William Halloran: After extricating the glass from the ex-boxer's hand, he carries Joe over to the couch and sets him down on it. Once he's sure the man's comfortable, he steps back, and moves to take the pillow and blanket from Emma.

Joe Vellim: ...s'roic, Willi *hic* ee. All.. ligh.. shiny.. dem eyes all.. shiny. Bein'...da best..

Joe Vellim: ...fekkin.. 'roic. Likea.. knight..

"Emma": She shakes her head to Will and kneals down to tuck the man in herself. She lays the pillow under his head, bringing the blanket over him in a motherly fashion.

Joe Vellim: *With that, he proceeds to snore like a kid raised in a barn.*

William Halloran: He nods and steps back, watching her tuck him in. Somthing she's probably better at them him, anyway.

"Emma": She gives a soft smile and leans down to kiss joe's forehead before raising back up and moving toward william. "He is positively prescious." she states, as though referring to a puppy they'd brought home from the side of the road.

Joe Vellim: *A brief, nearly lecherously foreward* hehheh *at the kiss.. jerked from him automatically as soon as her lips leave his forehead. He never wakes up though.*

William Halloran: "He's a good guy," he says, nodding a bit. "Ain't know him that well, but he's always been straight with me."

"Emma": She nods and wraps an arm about the man's waist. "Well.. if I'm not awake when he gets up in the morning, tell him he's welcome here anytime."

William Halloran: "Awright." He nods a little bit and looks down to her. "I'll do that. Yeh gettin' tired? Or ya got other plans then sleep. I noticed ya weren't in the bath as long as ya usually are..." Yes, he is noticing little things like that.

"Emma": She gives a soft laugh. "No.. I didnt want to keep you boys waiting." She pulls him down for a soft kiss. "I'll just take twice as many tomorrow." She says with a playful smile, tugging him toward the bed.

William Halloran: He smiles into the kiss. A little wierd...there is another guy in the room, but...hey, he's asleep, and drunk. Very drunk. He smiles and follows along to the bed.

"Emma" -> William Halloran: (and we can probably fade there.)

William Halloran -> "Emma": ((Yeah, sounds good. *S*))

Joe Vellim: *Joe's squat, coiled, obnoxiously noisy form ardently reinforces william's assessment. That's one drunk skinhead.*

Joe Vellim: ((Later folks- thanks for the scene.*G*))

"Emma": (danke! *G*)

William Halloran: ((Thanks, guys! *S*))