Coincidental Guilt (OPEN RP)

[Nyx]

Bella (or whatever she was to go by tonight) had already arrived at the bar half and hour earlier, and had already thrown back her first two shots. She was now sipping a glass of something that looked toxic, and smelled equally as rank. She sat in a corner by herself, where she could see everyone in the small building. No one bothered her, or even glanced her way. All of the regulars were accusomed to her presence, and occasional outburst.

Tonight she had decided to dress a bit differently, though she didn't know why. Her dogtags where still there, dangling proudly between her breasts. Her typical wifebeater had been abandoned, as she now sported a black camisole-sort of shirt. Something near a tank top. Her jeans, however, were the same. Tight enough to be pretty, loose enough to be comfortable.

Her hair was put into a careless bun with two sticks she had found in her bathroom. (Thankfully she wasn't drunk. She would've stuck tampons in there to hold her hair up. It had happened before.) Bella's elbows where on the table, and she was surveying the scene carefully. A glass dropped, and jumped as if she had been shot. Accompanying the jump was a yelp that sounded as if a dog had just gotten tread on. The woman swore at whoever had dropped the cup, and went moodily back to her drink.

"Why, Bella? Every time something like that happens, you jump," she scolded herself. The people nearest her didn't take any notice. Bella stared murderously at her drink, as if waiting for it to jump up and bite her.

[Jasper Sable]

Setmi sat before the bartender, so that his drinks constantly were being refilled. He downed them as fast as the man could pour them, and yet intoxication eluded him. Damned tainted blood. Couldn't even enjoy himself fully because of it.

He stood out of the crowd like a pink elephant in your basement, and his albino coloration and height were only a small part of the reason he was stared at. His pink eyes darted about, constantly updating him on his surroundings. He noticed a pair of women pointing and wrinkling their noses in disgust at his prosthetic leg, which rested easily on the ground despite the fact that he was propped up by the usual high bar stool.

This was due to it being made of a sturdy metal, with several moving parts and special features. The most obvious was that the leg was not even human in appearance. Rather, it was very canine-like, obvious even though the metal was pieced together to only vaguely resemble a canines leg, though the clawed toes and the digitigrade stance were the main clues to its design.

He wore his usual tight sleeveless shirt and tight black jeans held up by a tight studded belt, his one good leg sporting a large black boot. To top it all off he had on a long flowing trenchcoat with large pockets and buttons from his waist to his neck, all open.

The music was not the type he preferred, but the establishment was moderately peaceful, the usuals breaking up any fights before they had the chance to truly start. The beast within him disliked the crowd, small as it was, but Setmi had simply entered the first bar he had seen upon entering this city. The women on stage were ignored; he did not wish to indulge in any contact with the females, and so steered clear of them. His scarred face, height, coloration and prosthetic leg did the rest.

He blinked as a wolf-like yelp reached his ears, and turned to see a rather curious looking woman sitting alone. Snorting, he turned away, his lengthy tongue emerging from his mouth to lave across his nose. He signalled the bartender and downed another shot.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

This wasn't really the sort of place you would expect to see a six foot whatever cowboy hobo. But nonetheless, there he was. Wearing his usual attire which consisted of... well... not that much, actually, mainly just a oversized winter coat which hit his knees, a concealing cowboy hat and cowboy boots with spurs the ex-demon had found himself here. It was part of his never-ending quest of evilness, as he had asked a man where the most sinful place he knew was and had been directed here. They'd let him in, as Bub had managed to save whatever money had been thrown at him, and the man had decided one thing immediately.

This place couldn't be 'sinful'. It had to be heaven. During his experiences on earth, the cowboy hadn't yet had the chance to be properly introduced to it's inhabitants. It's young, barely dressed female ones, that was. He had been drawn like a moth to the light to the stage, sitting himself down and staring up. Off coloured eyes were wide and staring upwards at the girls, jaw completely slack, nearly falling off of his grubby face. Someone had put a beer infront of him, but it had gone completely ignored. Nono, Bub had just about had it up to here with trying to go back to hell, as he had found what was surely Heaven, and if this was Heaven...

Then these were Angels.

Lost in his reverie, drool had begun to pool at the edge of his mouth, and a hand lazily drew the zipper of his giant winter coat down a bit as it was getting awfully hot in here to reveal manly-as-hell chesthair. His pink and brown eyes couldn't be drawn away from the young girls, just basking in their... their... holy glowing warmth.

[Obelisk]

John was pretty damned fired up. He was ready to prove the world wrong about him being old and boring. Though... the world probably had more important things to do than to fret over one man's age, but that was besides the matter! John was ready to do whatever the hell younger men did these days. (Save call in random bomb threats.)

He'd bit his tongue to keep from yelling at Pale. The little buttnugget stole his money, too. The SWAT agent had accepted the returned cash with a stilted, hard-lined smile. He looked like he was trying to keep from lunging over to Pale's side of the car and throttling the kid to death.

But he'd been over that.

Cop + killing a kid = bad.

He driven in relative peace, mindful of the younger man's directions. The man had been to this side of town in one of his raids. There'd been a drug nest somewhere around a street near the bar.

Suddenly he wasn't so sure anymore.

Nonetheless he parked and got out of the car, following in Pale's wake. It was then that he started to get a perspective on things.

He was out on the town with a kid who'd broken into his apartment to return the wallet he'd stolen earlier. Not to mention this "kid" was the one who had called in a bomb threat from a HOSTPITAL. Lord, had he lost his mind?

There was no turning back now. John entered and then stopped immediately. His face turned red. Then it turned redder. Those brown eyes of his popped open wider than saucers. Oh sweet Jesus.

" This...is ...a stripper bar." He was a quick one, wasn't he?

[Rip]

"Yes, John." Pale said, brushing off his shoulders as they walked in. "Yes it is. But!" The kid continued, looking at him, waving one finger. "I read yo file and yo devorced. So it's ok. How can ya live in the city, being devorced, and never go ta stripper bar? C'mon now man." Grinning broadly, he'd smack the man on the back before taking off to the left. "Loosen up, man." And he was headed towards a certain stage.

Once he waltzed over, a certain classy yet clumbsy stride, he slipped his hands in his pockets, grinning sneakily. "Heeyyy girls." He'd coo, and they certainly didn't ignore him- they were looking for tips afterall, and who's to say Pale had given Jesus back ALL his money? But then, lo and behold, he happened to notice another spectator in the stands! The lanky white kid looked over at the weirdest looking homless bum he ever did see, and from that look on his face and drool puddle under his chin, he was more of a rookie then his good law enforcement friend. Well, he was in a good mood, so Pale slid beside the guy and decided to take him under his wing for the night. "Yo buddy, ya leaking, look at yaself!" He said, gesturing with over exaggeration towards the spit. "Those girls there, ya see em?" He said, pretending to whisper though his voice level was the same, so the girls could most certainly hear him. "They're the classy type. They don't like that, ya dig, right?" He was rewarded with giggles from the stage. This time, when he spoke, he actually did whisper.

"Alright buddy, you wanna meet some o' these holy manifestations, yea? I'm gonna help ya out, but ya gotta do what I say, 'aight?"

[Rip]

((btw, there doesn't have to be a set post order, especially if your characters are interacting with certain ones.))

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Bub didn't even realize anyone had joined him till a voice penetrated his fantasy. Huh? He was what? Neck strained as he turned his head down to look at the pool of drool. Then his face turned absolutely red, which was oddly appropriate considering his species. Oh god, his mouth had expelled some odd sort of liquid. Sure, this had happened before, but only when he was sleeping, or, half sleeping, and that was never this much or this- ooohhhh boy.

He tipped his hat down to cover his face, covering his mortified expression with a hand covered in the sleeve of his coat. Classy? Of course they were, they were Angels afterall, and, THEY DIDN'T LIKE THAT? Bub would have died right there, and he could swear he was going to go up into flames from how embarassed he was. This was worse then the time when he had saved that little baby bird from his brothers, or helped the kitten out of a tree. Oh no, they were laughing, they were laughing! Bub was ashamed of himself for both caring that they were laughing because they were angels and he well he wasn't he wasn't an angel and he really REALLY wasn't an angel and and they wouldn't like him and and this wasn't going to help him get back to hell and and-

After momentarily wigging out his attention was drawn back to the boy beside him. Bub looked back up at him, sitting up nice and straight and fixing his posture, wiping whatever slobber there was off the stage. So it was confirmed. Even humans recognized these as Angels, the holiest of holy. And if this human boy could help him.. then, screw going back. "A... Aight." He said, carefully, repeating after Pale. Whatever the heck that meant.

[Obelisk]

This was not what John had in mind. Hell, he didn't have anything in mind, really. He'd just been hungry and too fired up for his own good. Looking at those scantily-clad women (he tried not to) only made the man feel his age even more. He wasn't that far from forty but here he felt more like fifty -- or a fucking dinosaur as far as he was concerned.

It was obvious that Pale's world had shrunk down to the strippers (even though he was assisting some...hobo.) There'd be no getting through to the boy now, not when he was under the spell of the pay-me-if-you-want-a-show sirens. Ah well, he'd just have to wait until the kid was done and lord knew how long that would take. He could always ditch the kid and crawl back home but that'd be too mean, not to mention that he'd probably end up being called a coward or something equally as annoying.

So. Options.

John's honey-brown eyes traveled through the bar. He took note of the girl sitting off by her lonesome. She looked almost like he felt -- out of place. Eventually his gaze settled on the bar. He had work tomorrow but a drink was just too damned tempting to pass up. With one last glance to his wayward buddy, if that's what you'd call it, John moved towards the bar.

He sat on a stool next to the albino and did his best not to look at the prosthetic limb. Damned if a strip club didn't attract the strangest of people. John ordered a shot of whiskey and immediately downed it in one go. It burnt like hell but it was a familiar sensation.

Last time he'd gone drinking he'd ended up decking his best friend over something both of them couldn't remember. Hopefully this time around he'd manage to stay relatively sober.

He ordered another shot. It was going to be a long night.

[Jasper Sable]

Setmi took note of the handsome stranger that claimed the seat next to his, amusement flaring up in his eyes as the man immediately ordered a drink, obviously trying not to look towards the strippers.

Interesting...

Setmi silently observed the man, not caring of stealth and openly sliding his gaze up and down the mans body, resting on his grizzled face. He tilted his head, a long pale finger circling the rim of his empty glass languidly. There was an emotion upon the mans face, one which Setmi was having trouble placing...

He followed the mans glance towards the strippers and finally took note of the hulking man and the skrawny teen oggling the women. Was that boy even old enough to be in the bar? Shrugging it off, he allowed his eyes to drink up the young man, his tongue licking across his bottom lip. He had always preffered the younger ones... but this one appeared to be a tad too young for his taste.

Sighing, he ordered another drink, this time a bottle of beer rather then a shot. It would last a tad longer and not ring up his tab quite as bad... he planned to continue drinking, though getting drunk was nearly out of the question. The virus within him made sure of that. He allowed himself a private snarl, glaring at the bottle within his hands before popping the top and taking a deep swig.

Perhaps the man beside him would prove to be a source of interest for the time being; hell, at least it would keep Setmi's mind off of his recent run-in with the last cities authority forces...

"Mmm, you don't look the sort to frequent these sorts of places often," Setmi said softly in the mans direction, his eyes flitting from his drink to those honey-brown eyes, a small smile flickering over his skeletal face, distorting the scars there.

[Nyx]

Bella heard the door open with a slight creak, and immediately turned to look. She wasn't expecting anyone, but who knows when a charlie would show up? The man looked ordinary enough, by her standards. Just a bit tall and... cowboy looking. He looked a sight better than those tittering pole whores, though. She looked at the girls in disgust, but resisted the urge to make a face at them. Instead, Bella looked over to the bar, after the cowboy had sat down, and noticed a rather odd looking creature, even more so than the cowboy. He was pale all over; even more so than her! She 'hmph'ed as she surveyed the man with the odd leg.

Wait. That leg. It wasn't fit for a human, was it? It's shape was rough, but more-so that of a canine's than a human's. And the claws at the base were another bit of a clue. Bella looked at him hard, wondering, searching her mind. Had she seen this man before? Surely she would remember it. Oh, well. She was definately going to keep an eye on him, though. There was something about him....

And the door caught her attention, again. Two more men walked in, neither of them very interesting to her. One was a bit younger, looking almost her age. What?! What was the meaning of that look?! She gave the second man, not the kid, a cold glare. She knew almost all people scanned a bar when they walked into it, but this guy lingered a bit while looking at her.

Was he a charlie? Bella didn't think so... But. you can never really tell who's a charlie. Suddenly, the pole whore's began to giggle. Bella glared at them, too. She had never understood women of that sort. Of course... she had never really understood women at all. But she wouldn't want to show off her... body for money.

Bella shook her head. Why was she in a stripper bar? She took another drink from her glass, and glanced over a couple sitting a table away from her. The woman was giggly, and probably going to put out before the night was over, judging by her condition. Why couldn't she hold her liqour? Oh, well. It wasn't Bella's problem.

Just as long as no one bothered her, she would behave. But she had a feeling that her peace wouldn't last long.

[Rip]

Pale was grinning like a creation of C.S Lewis, and he scootched closer to the cowboy, throwing an arm around his puffy shoulder. "'Aight buddy! Let's hook ya some finneeee baby angel, yea?" He paused, waving one finger for a minute, as if he couldn't figure out how to say what he wanted too, but then the words came. "First up, dude, the ladies like guys who are loose- get me? Yo' kinda tensed up, bud. They don't like that. I got some uh, cash here right." The kid paused, taking out some money from his pocket. AH HA, so much for honestly returning all the cash he stole.

"Take this here." He said, handing him a tweenty. "And go over thar to the bar." The kid guestured to the direction. "Ask the tender fo' something classy, 'aight? He'll hook ya up. You drown that sucka on the spot, aight? Then you come back over here, 'n I'll help ya out. These are some classy chickas, man." Another giggle from the stage. "No beer, got it?" The kid would shove the hobo, unless the guy proceeded to do something in reaction, and regaurdless if Bub went off to do what Pale said or not, the kid climbed up on stage, making sure the money was in plain veiw long enough for his partners to see it, then hid it down the front of his pants. It was smarter then to put it in a pocket in two ways- one to avoid a pick pocket, which he knew this chicks were, and so they'd have to work for that bill.

He stole a look over towards John at the bar, slightly suspicious of the weirdo sitting next to him, but the strippers were slightly distraction and it was shoved in the back of his head.

[Obelisk]

John hadn't been to a stripper club since he was, what, twenty-two? He couldn't remember. After he got married there'd been no point and, hell, if he had gone is wife would've probably smashed his head in with a frying pan. The exotic dancers hadn't really appealed to him, anyway. John'd been taught to respect women from an early age. Sure, they were sexy, but he didn't see them as sex-objects -- no anymore, at least.

He was getting to old to think that way. His mission in life had been to marry, settle down, and live the American dream. Fate decided to fuck up his plans, however. His son died and he'd lost his wife so John was back to square one. Who knew being a bachelor at thirty-seven would suck so damned much?

He was old enough to be most of the stripper's father, hence his efforts not to look in their direction. It made him feel dirty. They were legal, sure, but damned were they young -- or at least appeared to be. John tossed a look over his shoulder in Pale's direction. He wanted to be mad at the kid for dragging him to such a sinful place but he couldn't. He was the one who'd agreed to go out.

John's eyes flicked to the man next to him as he spoke. Scars. Shit, the man was riddled with them. This bar sure did attract a strange crowd. The blonde agent pursed his lips and furrowed his brows. What did the guy mean by that?

" Oh? How do you mean?" John questioned carefully, a little disconcerted by the scarred man's smile.

[Cooper]

Her middle and index fingers trailed from her lips, her top layer of teeth bit down on the clear painted nail. She stuck out her chest and flipped back her hair, staring up into the bottomless pitted eyes of the bouncer. He had already said that she was allowed to go in, but she couldn’t help but play a little. She pressed her hand against his chest and murmured about how strong he was. She could hear the ugly people in line barking with rage as the bouncer ignored the number count and stood with Aelevi. He had his hand around her waist and was leaning down to kiss her neck, as she was patting his pants down. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her aggressively into his body. Aelevi gasped, slipping her hand into hi back pocket and pulling out his wallet. She twisted in his arms and ducked out of the way and into the club, she flicked her fingers over her shoulder, looking back to the large man, she winked.

The girl rifled through the wallet and pulled out a chunk of twenty dollar bills, she shoved them into her bra and walked towards the barkeeper. She jumped up onto the bar stool and looked the usual bartender up and down and smiled.

“Hello Joe. I’ll have the usual.”

He shook his head and took out a premium merlot from Spain and placed it on the counter top, pouring the girl a drink. He pulled the bottle away and accepted the payment from Aelevi. She blew him a kiss and walked off with her drink.

There were a lot of regulars and a lot of irregulars. Aelevi wasn’t anything, she was just there. She couldn’t pinpoint any specifics, but that weirdo female was in the corner. She snarled at the sight of her, what a waste of a good fucking corner. Aelevi turned back to the stage. She downed the wine in one gulp and staggered towards the girls. She almost collapsed as her heel slid on some split beer, but she caught herself on the arm of a lanky young boy. She pushed herself up and stared at him, “Aren’t you a little young to be in here?” she herself was young, but because she was in the slammer for so long she looked around early twenties.

She pushed away from the boy and climbed up onto the stage.

“YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK AT DANCING. THAT’S NOT HOW YOU FUCK A POLE.”

She tore off her top and shoved it into one of the cargo pockets, she rather not lose her favourite shirt. She pushed a girl out of the way and grabbed the pole in her hands. She blinked her eyes, as if realizing for a split second that this was a bad idea and proceeded to work her way around it. The cool metal felt nice on her hands, she decided, and she could still feel the red merlot warming her throat. She placed her back against the pole and using her hips to grind the air she backwards humped the pole. Her hands were above her head, twisted around the pole. She shook her head to the music, her red and black hair sticking to her lip gloss and covering her face. She pushed her hands on her breasts and squeezed, she undid her bra and pushed off from the pole. All the audience could see was probably a side boob, she pushed herself up against the girl she had stolen the pole from and pressed her lips against her. Aelevi ground her hips into the girl, her chest straining on the strippers. Aelevi had her hand behind the girl’s head, as she aggressively fucked her mouth with her tongue.

Aelevi pushed off from the girl, turned to the ground and bowed.

“And that my friends, is how it is done.”

She pulled her tank top over her head and pushed her hair out of her eyes. She pushed her bra into the stripper’s hands and then hopped off of the stage. Joe shook his head at her and filled another glass of wine, just another night.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Bub was now happy. He had been given some money and had a mission. Something he could do, keep himself busy, be productive. This hadn't happened for a long time. The man didn't quite understand what his job was, I mean, loosen up? Another one of those phrases he didn't quite understand but didn't want to ask. So he headed over to the bar and placed the money down and repeated the phrase he had been instructed to say. While waiting, he looked around, as he hadn't had much of a chance to before.

There was a wierd girl in the corner. She didn't seem terribly interesting, so the hobo decided to ignore her. Next his pink and brown gaze scanned over a... What the hell was that? Looked like something that crawled its way up from hell and just died there. Euugghh. What was it wearing? All black? God damned that must be hot, and impractical, too, the fabric seemed like it was suctioning to every little piece of his body. And there were just some things Bub never wanted to see. Ever. Not to mention the guy, it was a guy, right? Had some creepy ass eyes, he was just, looking at everyone, it was just, wierd. And for a 6 foot whatever homeless cowboy to think YOU were wierd...

Whatever. Who was left? Oh, somebody who... That was wierd. The man was oddly recognizable, and the oldest one here. Probably. Why was he so gosh darned familiar? Bub had to shake the thought, as his 'classy' drink was handed to him. Just as the man turned around, there was something there that... well.. hadn't been there before. It seemed during the little show, the ex-demon had been contemplating the people in the bar, but had incidentally missed one. One who was topless. And right there. Eyes became wide as saucers, his drink dropped, and he found himself choking from shock. This was no angel, this was, this was- What the fuck WAS this?

[Jasper Sable]

Setmi's smile widened ever so slightly at the hesitation in the mans eyes, even though he kept his voice steady. He couldn't help but wonder what this man did for a living. Not many would choose to take a seat beside the werejackal; he knew he was hardly pleasant to look at. His finger continued to circle the glass until the bartender took the hint and refilled it. Setmi nodded his head in thanks and sipped it, turning his vivid pink eyes back to the man beside him.

"You're obviously uncomfortable. It shows in the way you sit, and how you avoid looking at the women onstage," Setmi said softly, his own gaze taking a sweep of the bar, catching the entrance of a rather nasty looking female. Keeping his lip from curling, disgust nevertheless curdled in his eyes. Averting his gaze, he ignored the girl as she bought her drink and left. He looked back at the man, and gave a ghost of a smile. "So what brings you-"

He was caught off by the girl yelling, and he turned in time to catch her rip her shirt off. Eyes narrowing, he couldn't help but bare his teeth in hatred, and yet the canine expression looked more like a maniacal grin upon his human features. Spinning around quickly, he kept his back to the stage and angrily ordered another drink, tossing back the shot like it was nothing more than water. The alcohol was warm going down his throat, and his muscles slowly relaxed. Mentally shaking himself, he gave the man beside him a wry grin.

"If we should ever run into each other again, remind me never to come to a strip joint again, no matter how desperate I am for a drink," Setmi said, his smile hinting he was joking while the tone in his voice held a quality that said otherwise. "The name's Setmi, by the way."

He didn't truly expect a name in return, but he liked to put names to faces. If the man didn't offer it up, Setmi would merely bestow upon him a name of his own liking.