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Post by Rip on Jul 4, 2007 1:54:39 GMT -5
Having a lovely time on stage with his partners, Paletown hadn't quite noticed Bub over at the bar; once he saw the guy walk over, his attention shifted completely to the chicas. With his money safely tucked away (and he half hoped they would try to pick pocket him now), he didn't have much to worry about. Things were pretty damn good concidering, and if he was about to wonder if Agent Jesus had loosened up yet when an unexpected addition to the dance team graced the center stage.
When the girl said those words to him, Aren’t you a little young to be in here, he looked at her with a sort of annoyed pout, looking clumbsy, but didn't retort. Instead, he just stood there, a little off center, and watched- damn was there a show to seen.
Like most men, Paletown had a certain fasination with boobs, and when a nicely shaped pair were flashed in his face, an extremely pleased grin spread across his face. In a way, Paletown was intoxicated, as were others in the audience, for sure, and while the other strippers didn't apperciate the critisism, the skinny boy didn't mind in the least. When she put the top back on, he let out a little whine, frowning, looking slightly pained. Well shit, how lame- why must all good things all roll to a close? The good thing was that the other girls, completely flabbergasted by the proformance they were expected to out do, were working extra hard. The bad thing was that Paletown had time to look around the bar and thus, had time to notice something that didn't sit well with him. It looked like Jesus picked up a hitchhiker.
He left the stage, having at least remembered a tip, and made his way over, but he did so in a sneaky method most kids like him knew. It was a low to the ground and hiding string of manovurs that could only be described as 'ninja like', but far less sophisticated- he moved like a weasle and glared like a mongoose. He didn't like the look of John's bar buddy. The kid slid behind the scarred, white man and silently onto the barstool beside him, looking over the shoulder and towards the agent, looking disapproving. His cover was blown when the bar tender asked him what he wanted, and, oddly enough, the kid opted for a normal coke, now turned completely around, as if his intentions had been a drink from the start. He didn't even acknowladge his 'buddy' or his 'buddys' new friend.
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Post by Obelisk on Jul 5, 2007 23:48:41 GMT -5
John was never one to judge a person by their appearance, despite his occupation. A cop was taught to profile people, to make assumptions on their character by the shape of their face, the way they carried themselves, etc. He wouldn't judge, no, but there would -always- be a part of him that was wary, ready to spring into action should he need too.
Well, that worked when he was SOBER. Right now he was on the fast-train to drunksville as he slammed back shot after shot. At this rate John would probably react to something after an hour passed or so.
But, damn, was he starting to feel good.
" Uuuuuh." He began stupidly, turning his attention back to the scarred man. " I was just brought up to respect naked women. Wait. Um. To respect WOMEN in general whether they are naked or --- " He turned his head, lifting a brow as some crazy lady started to yell. Holy mother of God.
Weirdest.Bar.Ever.
John turned those warm brown eyes back to Setmi and just stared for a long moment, blinking once or twice. " Uh... okay. Let's both agree to NEVER come to a strip bar again right now, right here. Especially this'un." John sniffed and wiped at his nose with the back of his hand. His head was starting to buzz and he was loving it.
" I am.... John. John G." He said with a nod, jumping a little as Pale came into view. Well, he'd almost forgotten about the kid, what with his new friend Jack Daniels keeping him company.
" Tired of your 'friends' Pale?" He questioned, chancing a glance towards the "exotic dancers."
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Post by Rip on Jul 11, 2007 17:07:08 GMT -5
OH HEY BUMP
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Post by Jasper Sable on Jul 11, 2007 17:20:26 GMT -5
Setmi chuckled upon realizing the man was quickly becoming less then sober. It was to be expected, seeing as how he was, as far as Setmi could tell, completely and utterly one hundred percent human. The man efforts to explain himself were amusing, and Setmi smiled and nodded politely, amused at the reminder of just how silly drunk humans could be.
And then what Setmi had been waiting for; a name. An unreadable expression crossed his face as he smiled, the beast within him alerting him to the prescence of someone attempting to be sly and sneak up on him. He ignored the newcomer, though his wiry muscles tightened in preparation in case the person decided to get nasty. The claws on his prosthetic leg scraped lightly across the floor as he flexed his foot, knowing that a fight would most likely reveal his darker nature. The virus within him was like a physical prescence, pulsing just beneath his flesh, awaiting the chance to turn him into a monster.
Shaking his head, he pushed the jackal within him down until it was nothing more then a shadow inside of him. A complacent smile spread across his face. "John, hm? Interesting..."
John directed his next words at the person who had taken a seat behind Setmi, and so the werejackal turned slightly, finding himself gazing at the young boy who had been lusting after the strippers. He arched an eyebrow and gave a charming grin. The boy amused him. It was rather obvious this Pale found him to be some sort of threat. Why, Setmi could only guess, but he continued to smile at the boy. "Good evening Pale, the name is Setmi. Have you grown tired of the show then?"
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Post by Cooper on Jul 14, 2007 23:26:34 GMT -5
Now without a bra on Aelevi couldn’t help but trace her finger around her nipple. With her left hand under her shirt she was able to lift the wine glass to her lips with her right hand. She downed the glass and quickly asked for a refill. It was hard to get head-over-heels drunk, but she drank wine for the pleasure of the taste not just for the after effects. Aelevi was sitting at the end of her seat, eyeing the other people in the bar. She saw the four men and decided it was time to play the name-game.
She put down her empty wine glass, waved Joe not to fill it again and raised her left hand out of her shirt. She hopped off of her stool and walked down the line of men.
When Aelevi stopped at Pale she said, “Virgin.”
When she stopped at Setmi she screamed, “HOMOSEXUAL.”
When she stopped at John, she did a little curtsey and said, “Gentleman.”
Finally, when she came to Bub, she peered at him from over his shoulder. She lifted his glass to her lips and took a sip. Her final reply to his statue was “Intriguing.”
She put her fingers to her lips and licked them. Her hand lifted and ran through her hair. The four men were interesting, but maybe not enough to keep her around. The night was young and so was she. She felt like dancing and with that she held out her hand to the intriguing male and asked,
“Care to dance?”
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Post by KOCHI-KOCHI on Jul 15, 2007 0:29:30 GMT -5
Bub was honestly pretty fucking spaced out. This place was a complete sensory overload for him. All these people around him were talking, and there were those girls, and where did that kid go? Ohgosh, he was so confused, but he liked it. Oh gosh oh gosh. He had slumped down, having totally forgotten about his drink, slouching quite a bit. This drink was supposed to do what, loosen him up? What the hell did that mean? The opposite of loose was tight, right? Bub hadn't heard that applied to human beings before, but, might as well try a drink and see what it did-
But then his drink was stolen from him. Not that he minded, as it had mysteriously found its way into the hands that that woman with the breasts from before. Oh right, she had almost made him choke on his drink. He still wasn't sure if that had been a pleasant experience or not. Her being behind him, speaking over her shoulder though, speaking?
The heavy and hot word snuck its way into his ear, and he froze again. He had no idea what the hell intruiging meant, it hadn't been added to his english vocabulary yet. But he liked how it sounded. Him. Intruiging. It was better then whatever those other guys had been called for sure. Within moments, before he had a chance to register this new word, her hand was out infront of him and said something.
"M-Me?" It was a squeek, and he put his drink on the counter and pointed to himself. As soon as this offer was confirmed, though, Bub went into action-mode.
Because god be damned, there was one thing all demons were fucking amazing at. And it was dancing. It was one of the few things the ex-demon had ever really enjoyed, participated, and excelled in. So with a grotesque smile his large hand slipped out of the sleeve of his jacket to take hers and escort her to the dance floor. From then on, this girl was his, and regardless of her.. eccentricity, Bub was certaintly the lead in what was actually a really amazing performance of foot coordination and simple skill. Even with massive cowboy boots that included spurs, and as funny as it looked with his being homeless, the man with one pink eye was a phenomenal dancer nonetheless and didn't hold back.
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Post by Rip on Jul 19, 2007 1:18:43 GMT -5
ooc: I forgot about this, I'M SORRY
Paletown was much too busy gingerly sipping his coke to take notice to Levi's taunting, though he did inwardly congradulate the homless guy for finding himself a nice slice of hooker ass. Was the girl even a hooker? Who knows and who cares? Paletown never a high opinion of women- a select few were immune to this. But to be called a virgin? Pale? The guy who sometimes offered himself up as a jiggaloo to the chicks no one wanted to touch with a 10 foot pole? He had some bad times, duh, but he was no virgin. The thought was scandulous! It was insulting and stupid and down right degrading!
But he didn't care.
That coke had to be pretty fucking good.
But how good exactly?
He heard John and reconized the slurred words- yeah, he knew the guy was drunk/getting drunk. That was the idea. It was a known fact that doctors and law enforcers had the highest death rates and not just because of people shooting them in the head. This was sorta an act of pity, or maybe the lanky, blonde kid just wanted to repay the guy for being such a good sport about the whole 'hey i have a bomb in the hospital' thing. He wanted to repay him in his own way. That is, the Paletown way.
Which apparently meant getting a respected SWAT agent drunk off his rocker.
But, whatever. Pale heard them talking and asking about his attention span with the hookers. No, he hadn't lost interest, but he didn't say that. Both eyes were closed as he drank that soda, looking quiet and thoughtful.
Good evening
What the hell- dracula much?
The kid set the drink aside, crossed one leg over the other, looking quite classy despite himself, and turned towards Setmi. A small smile snaked his way on his cheeky face...
...and then he spit that coke all over the guy.
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Post by Obelisk on Jul 24, 2007 0:17:20 GMT -5
John was sort of in his own little world, which pretty much consisted of drunken happiness. He had given the loud women a questioning look. Did she just call him a homogentlesexual? What the hell did that mean? John shook his head and rubbed at his eyes with the palm of his hands, trying to regain a bit more intellectual prowess. He was boned, though, because he had drank far too much in too little a span of time.
His hand dropped and he stared wide-eyed at what he saw.
Pale had just spit all over that scarred guy. John looked around as if trying to find the reason for his action hidden somewhere around the bar.
"Um?" He managed, then slid out of his stool to stand up a bit clumsily.
"Why... you.. uh." John's brows rose and he swallowed, licking at his lips. Talking had become a super hard task, apparently, by the way the older man was fumbling with words.
" I think. That that was RUDE. Maybe. I wasssat paying attention." John threw his arm around Pale's shoulder, and let his alcohol-fogged gaze fall onto the scarred man. "See... dun get maad cuz Pa-Pale has issues. See, he's crazy. He bombed a hospital once. But I saved the day. I think." Brows furrowed together as John thought real hard. He broke into a wide grin, grabbed some napkins from the bar top and handed them to Semti.
" Here. You got sticky shits all over you." Apparently John was unable to keep his attention on one thing for too long a time. His thoughts were bouncing everywhere.
"WHAT time isssit? I SWAT tomorrow...work I mean. I WORK tomorrow. Shiiiiit. I'm gonna get susspeneded again. PALE." He turned his head to look the boy, breath reeking of cheap whiskey, " If I looze mah job its yur fault and I gonna kill you, kay?" Again the man looked away and his expression turned serious, very, very serious. It was as if he was contemplating the meaning of life.
Then.
" I think...." A pause. " I think I gotta piss."
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