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Post by kayla on Dec 11, 2009 17:10:50 GMT -5
This was the sixth place she'd dropped into. All the other bars were pretty set on the whole; 'we need proof of ID and a Social Security card'. Then there was the matter of all those tax forms that they wanted her to fill out. One even wanted a background check done. None of that would work. No one could know about her. No one could know her real name. It made working pretty hard.
She'd gotten excited at first when one of the women down on Bourbon Street had said she knew how Kayla could make a lot of money real easy at the place she was standing out in front of. But then she went inside and saw what it was and was shocked into a statue, frozen with her eyes wide and her jaw hanging open. After she'd managed to run out of there she wished she had a brillo pad to scrub her eyeballs with.
The memory of it made her shiver as she stopped in front of the bar, looking up at the sign. Wicked, the name said and she sighed. Well, it can't be any worse than that other place. Putting on a big smile before she walked to the door and pulled it open. It was still early evening, the place had a few early stragglers that milled here and there but she stopped just inside the door, looking to see if she could spot anyone that worked there.
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Post by erik on Dec 13, 2009 11:21:45 GMT -5
Evening was falling and with it the club's nightlife began to buzz. Dressed in black leather pants and a fitted black tshirt, Erik Kincaid eyed the crowd as he approached the stage and took up his guitar. Strumming a few notes, he frowned and then set about tuning it in. Someone had been messing around with the band equipment and it wasn't making him the least bit happy. If there was one way to screw with the shifter's day it was to fiddle with his beloved guitar.
Finally making the neccessary adjustments, he spied a young woman lurking in the door way and knew in a moment that she was a different sort. Something about her suggested an innocent if wary nature and the wolf immediately wondered how in the hell she'd had the misfortune of wandering into his den. It wasn't often ladies like her found there way into WICKED and those that did often times found themselves out of their element. That just made him all the more curious to know what the hell she was doing here.
Setting his guitar aside, Erik jumped down from the stage and made his way through the club towards the front doors. A bouncer was eying her warily and seemed to be sizing her up by the time he got there. Shaking his head slightly, the tall blond nodded towards the bar and then turned to the woman.
"Hello, lass... Is there something I can help you with? I'm Erik Kincaid. I own this place and your looking a bit lost."
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Post by kayla on Dec 14, 2009 8:02:25 GMT -5
Kayla tried to not seem as wide-eyed as she was, she truly did, but it was hard to do in the place. Her hands clasped before her, fingers twining back and forth against each other she tried to figure out if she would be able to handle working there. It was a damn site larger than back at Cooter Browns and by the looks of things, the leather clad people, the clientele would be different as well.
Her eyes flitted to the stage as she heard the guitar picked up and strummed. Well at least the place had a band but she wasn't sure what sort of music they might play. But before that thought could completely filter through her mind she saw who was playing, her eyes widening at the large blond man in his black leather.
She felt her cheeks heat up, coloring no doubt and looked away quickly, blinking to clear her mind. She was here for work, not to oogle the menfolk. Feeling another pair of eyes on her, she looked toward the bouncer and gave a small, uncertain smile, a little uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Then as if a lightbulb went off in her head she remembered and pulled the fake ID out of her purse, having it ready to show.
Then a voice slid over her like water, rich and warm and alluring. The accent was the kind that sent those little shivers over your skin, and make a woman's toe curl a little. Blinking a few times, eyes wide, Kayla swallows before her bright, wide smile showed and she offered out her hand to shake, still seeming a little nervous. "Oh.. hi." she says, her own accent southern but not quite like that of the regular New Orleans fare. "It's mighty nice ta meet ya Mr. Kincaid. I'm Kayla..Kayla Robinson..I'm kinda new here and I was kinda hopin to see if you might be hirin' any waitresses?"
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and her hands went behind her back. She was desperate, nervous, and hungry. Her fingers twisted around each other and over the fake ID. "I'd be willin to work for just tips. I've worked in a bar before for about seven years so I know my way around a beer tap and I can mix drinks too. I don't have no social life to speak of so I'd be able to work pretty much any time ya'll might need me and I don't shirk away from no hard work. I can handle drunks and help cool down those folks with the hot tempers. I'd really like to give it a go here. I'd even be willing ta work on a trial basis."
Her pitch was nearly said in all one breath, gushing out at once in her eagerness. She stared wide-eyed up at the tall blond man, her heart a bit pitter pattering inside, that bright smile faltering as she waited.
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Post by erik on Dec 15, 2009 19:26:57 GMT -5
Seeing the girls unease, Erik arched a brow and then acknowledge her coment with a nod.
"Yeah... We're usually looking for waitress but my partner does the bar staff hiring normally. She isn't here right now but why don't you come on in and take a look around. WICKED is a pretty active club and we get all sorts in here. Do you have any experience dealing with rough and rowdies?" he asked, watching her carefully.
Turning towards the front bar, he waved her forward and waited for her to take the lead before following at her rear. A frown settled over his face as he practically smelled the innocence around her and wondered if she would even fit in here in this supernatural stomping ground. Something about her, though, seemed to say she was on her last hope and he found he couldn't turn her out. Damn his protective nature. He'd never really gotten over thinking of women as the fairer sex.
Once they made it to the bar, he ordered a whiskey and looked at Kayla. Motioning to her, he said.
"Get the lady whatever it is she would like to drink. She's interviewing for a job and I want her to get a feel for the place.
As the bartender slid his drink before him, he waited for her to order and then continued.
"We have three bars in here. One in the VIP area, one here in front and one on level two in the back. All three are usually busy."
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Post by kayla on Dec 16, 2009 7:57:09 GMT -5
She nervously took the lead. At least she hadn't been laughed out of the building yet. That was always a plus. Sliding onto the bar stool she listened as he spoke and blinked a bit at the bartender, "Oh just a Coke for me." she said to the man and then flashed a small grin to Erik. "I don't drink too much and never while on the job. Gotta keep sharp wits" she explained and settled her hands in her lap, looking down at them a moment.
When she looks up a bit of that earlier desperation shows through her cheery facade. "We had plenty of rednecks and truckers and bikers that came in where I used to work not ta mention the regular farmboys that came in. Those groups didn't usually get along too much but we managed to make it work. Only had one big bar brawl in those seven years when I was on duty." The way she said it it didn't come out boastful, just matter of fact.
A nervous laugh left her lips as she took a sip of her soda and she licked her lips. "You'd be surprised what a kind word or a gentle diversion or suggestion can do to calm rowdy drunk people down. "
Her fingers nervously fidget with the straw in the glass as she looks over the big bar. "And I don't mind busy Mr. Kincaid. I'm a hard worker. I don't mind long hours and I'm a lot stronger than I look. I know I don't seem like much but I clean up real good." Her eyes were wide and she nodded a few times as if to emphasize the point.
She wouldn't consider herself an innocent by any stretch of the imagination but her perspective was skewed. She wasn't pure as the driven snow, she had been engaged and had been intimate with him. She'd killed a man and ran from the law. She was a barmaid. To her all that made her 'not innocent' but she had no clue the true meaning of the word. She'd be eaten alive out there in the Big Easy. Perhaps even literally.
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Post by tyrese on Dec 16, 2009 20:38:54 GMT -5
It was a dark and stormy night…
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t. Maybe the sky was dark blue as a kid’s color book, the air was crisp and cool, and the sounds of happy laughter wafted on the heels of the slow trickle of traffic. Maybe people were smiling at one another, the setting sun was warming wind chilled faces, and the smell of Cajun foods haunted the senses.
Well, GODDAMMIT, it should have been a frikken dark and stormy ass night. Hades’ balls, if he had to swallow anymore of this ‘lovey dovey’ crap, his shriveled up little heart might explode in his chest. What was it about this time of year that made people so…so…happy?
Ugh. It was enough to make any sane, black souled piece of sarcastic crap want to vomit. And, given that he was the King of all those lovely people, it was safe to assume that he was just about read to start smashing faces.
Then again, public spectacles just weren’t this thing, anymore. Living most of his ‘mortal’ life as a monkey with a sword, existing solely for the homicidal pleasure of his fellow Romans…well, it was a give-in why he liked his solitude. And why his temper was so goddamn touchy, especially with all the happiness floating around. God, did those two just KISS? Ugh. Shoot him in the face.
Moving easily down the sidewalk, his face set in its normal black scowl, Tyreese Gla’dour- supposedly also known as ‘Ty, the Angry Head of Security Guy…’ but that was until he knocked some jackass subordinate’s teeth in- made his way around the winding line headed for Wicked’s doors. Parting like some kind of scantily clad Red Sea, the would-be dancers instinctively moved out of the large man’s way, and with a clipped nod at the bouncers at the door, he crossed the threshold…
And winced. God, he’d never understand this latest generation’s taste in music. Sure, it made him sound old, and with the normal disposition he had, all that loud guitar should be beautiful to his ears…but hell if he didn’t get a headache every time that crap got too loud.
Casting an eye on the crowd as he wadded through, he caught a few usual faces dressed in black milling about the room. Good, security was already scoping out the edges, and a quick glance up showed cameras being tested. He didn’t smell any fights coming on- aw, too bad- nobody was palming the bartender’s tips and…yeah. Seemed like a good beginning to the night.
“I swear to frikken God, Celt,” Leaning back on the bar next to Erik, he threw out the usual greeting with his just as usual snarling smile. “You should just fire my ass right now. Because if I don’t see a freaking fight in the next half hour, I just might start one myself.”
Turning around to thump a friendly hand down on his brother in arms’ shoulder, he nodded at the bartender, who quickly moved away to bring another shot of whiskey. It was only then, that he noticed the pretty young thing standing next to Erik, and caught the words ‘hard worker.’
Ah, he’d managed to interrupt an interview. Oh, wonderful. Then again, maybe Erik would be annoyed enough to give him his fight.
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Post by erik on Dec 18, 2009 3:41:37 GMT -5
Erik listened to what the woman was saying but he was having his doubts about whether she'd be able to handle the sorts of things that walked through WICKED's doors. It wasn't only a club, it was a supernatural neutral zone and more often than not.... The patrons were of a different sort of bend. However, since they did have other civilians working among the other staff, he decided to give her a shot. She had the look of someone on their last legs and it wasn't in him to turn a woman away who needed help.
"All right. We'll give you a shot. Why don't you come back tomarrow night and I'll have Ben or Lexi show you the ropes and we'll see if you can handle the grind. Its a fast paced crowd and you'll work your ass off but if you can keep up and keep a smile on your face.. The job is yours. We except our staff to handle themselves so if someone gets out of line, you put them in their place. If they continue, I employee a sharp group of bouncers that will be more than happy to handle it."
Suddenly, as if he'd drawn him out of thin air, Erik turned to smirk at his best friend, Tyreese GlaDour. The man was obviously itching for a fight and the shifter could smell the tension rolling off him. That sort of thing usually meant trouble for someone but it was also the attitude that kept idiots from signing a their own death warrant. No man in his right mind wanted to go up against the skinwalker in his current mood.
"Damn, brother.." Erik drawled. "Who pissed in your Wheaties?"
Turning back to Kayla, the handsome blond grinned and nodded at the muscle bound bouncer.
"Kayla... Meet the head of my formentioned security, Tyreese GlaDour.... Hes a nasty piece of work but if you have a problem and Lex or I aren't around.... You can take it directly to him. Don't mind his surely attitude, either. His momma forgot to hug and kiss him when he was a little tike."
Shifting to get away from the blow he knew Ty would lay on him for that comment, Erik was about to continue when something caught the corner of his eye and his attention turned away from the pair.
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Post by kayla on Dec 18, 2009 14:26:20 GMT -5
She didn't even realize she'd been holding her breath as she waited for his answer until she released it in a long, relieved exhale and that million-watt smile broke over her face, the kind of smile that practically glows. There was hope. She might just be able to keep fro doing anything unsavory to exist, like stealing or other things that she'd rather not think about.
So wrapped up in her relief and reaching out to try to shake Erik's hand she didn't see the big man that ambled in next to her boss other than the movement of it.
"Oh don't you worry sir. I can do it. I've handled drunks before. Now I aint exactly Wonder Woman but I've found there's other ways to turn a person's interests to where you want them to go. After all, there's better business in keeping things calm and keeping folks drinking than there is in the night gettin disrupted by fights. Ya make more tips that way and your boss makes more money which keeps you in a job. "
The economics of it made perfect sense to her at least. But as the other man spoke her gaze shifted, eyes going wide as she took in the hugeness of the head bouncer. He made Tiny back at Cooter Brown's look well...tiny. And that voice was enough to send shivers through a grown man with it's growly quality. Her ears registered her new boss' words but her eyes remained big as she looked at the other man. She blinked and looked back over to Erik quickly, sipping on her soda to stop the open-mouthed stare of shock she knew she was wearing.
Those few little seconds to compose herself was all it took to remember her manners and she nodded to the one called Tyreese. "Nice ta meet ya sir. I'm Kayla." she said politely and tried not to stare, a bit of a blush creeping into her cheeks. As she shifted on the stool to extend her hand for a shake, glancing over at Erik with a small grin at the teasing of his large friend, thinking the man crazy for doing it, the knife on her belt flashed a little, showing the ivory handle of the staghorn there and a flash of something carved into it. No she still hadn't broken that habit yet.
Not noticing her new boss getting distracted as she glances down at her drink. "It there anything in particular I should wear? A uniform or anything? If not I can find something I guess. I'm more of a jeans and t-shirt gal but I this don't looks so ..." she searches for the term. "...country. I can wear some fancier clothes of course." her nervous ramble goes on a little, still in a bit of shock that she actually got the job and fearful that the other shoe will drop and he'll mention filling out paperwork.
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Post by tyrese on Dec 18, 2009 22:01:37 GMT -5
With a low, raspy laugh, Ty went after Erik’s shoulder, even as it retreated. There was only one person in this Gods awful world that he could really stand to be around, and unfortunately for him, it was a guy.
“Your face, brother. Damn, but the thing’s ugly. It’s a wonder why people don’t run outta here screaming, once they see you.” Another laugh followed, before he turned his attention to the woman standing next to the boss.
A mousy little thing, wasn’t she? For a minute, as Erik made the introductions- and cue another shoulder pounding for the ‘scary mug’ comment…even though he did have a point- he let his eyes trail over her slim form, head tilting a bit in thought. He had to hand it to his friend; the guy had some set for hiring any ‘ol pretty thing off the street. Though she seemed harmless enough, he’d seen to much shit to trust off a first glance.
Then again, Erik was a good judge of character. Where he liked to smash heads and pull judgment later, his brother in arms was a bit more…political.
There was a reason why he spent most of his time in the mountains. These ‘normals’ and their annoying mouths; they never failed to drive him crazy, good mood or no. Or, hell, already crazy or no.
Forcing a polite nod, Ty just smirked as the introductions were done. He was about to comment on the bouncer part, ensure the little lady that he’d be there if she needed some muscle to back her up, but was cut off by a conversation about clothing.
Whatever. She’d see first hand what happened when a fool broke the rules and fought in Wicked. It wasn’t like he had to go singing Security’s praises. The boys had big egos as it was.
And speaking of big egos; he liked to pride himself on being aware of his surroundings. So, when the boss stiffened like an iron pike, he got to going still as well.
“Well, you can always come naked,” He said absently with a wolfish smile, not able to help himself from commenting. “I bet we’d get a lot of business on that day.” Another once over, and his smile turned a bit more predatory. “Much more.”
Leaning sideways on the counter, he glanced sideways at Erik. “What is it?”
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Post by alessandra on Dec 19, 2009 14:27:15 GMT -5
There were some days that it just didn't pay to get out of bed. Then again, there were some days that kicking someones ass made the effort well worth it. AJ had yet to figure out what this one was going to end up being.
Having rolled into town the night before only to crash into a motel room and sleep the day away, she was more than ready for a drink by the time she'd gotten around to making herself presentable... if you could call it that. She was thankful to find one of those hospitality coffee pots in her room and wasted no time making a pot before settling down to make her plans for the night.
Deciding to hit the town and see if she could catch up with Jessie, she'd dressed in a little black leather mini with an off the shoulder black shirt that hugged her curves and allowed her her diamond belly button ring to flash when she moved just right. A set of knee high black boots accented the outfit along with fish net stockings and long, loose curls spilling down her back.
Giving one last look in the mirror and being content in the knowledge she looked passable, she'd ambled out to her little street rod and headed for the only dance club worth visiting, WICKED. There was a mile long line outside the place but she ambled right for the front and gave one of the protestors a sweet smile that had him stumbling over himself to let her into the spot ahead of him. The rest was childs play as she flirted shameless until they made it passed the bouncer and then excused herself to use the ladies room. Of course, she had no such intentions of doing that so she headed for the back bar where she ordered a Jack on the rocks and finished it in short order.
Letting her gaze take in the club goers, the petite huntress ignored the looks a few "gentleman" were giving her and then accepted an offer to dance from a likely looking tuffy. One thing she had to give the place, it certainly did play the right sort of music with Nickleback, Theory of a Deadman and Three Days Grace blarring out of its speakers.
After dancing for a half an hour or so, she excused herself and went back for another drink. Feeling a bit more relaxed, she was seated on a bar stool when all hell broke loose. Minding her own business, she wasnt paying any attention to the crowd when two drunken idiots started pushing and shooving a few feet away. The bigger idiot seemed to be picking on a young man she immediately put in the "NERD" category. Sure, it really was none of her business but when the jock started jamming his finger into the poor fool's chest, she just couldn't help herself. Especially when said fool fell backwards and smacked right into her spilling her drink and every thing.
Growling low in her throat, AJ heard the man stammer an apology but her eyes were shooting daggers at the man truely responsible. Standing up, she whipped at the drink splattered down her front and then tossed her napkin on the bar. Turning to the jock, she put her hands on her hips and arched a brow.
"My, oh my... Aren't we a really tough guy. What else do you do for fun? Slap women and take candy from babies? Why don't you pick on someone your own size, asshole?" she snarled.
Snearing the stupid idiot stepped in closer and got right in her face.
"Get out of my way, bitch. This doesn't concern you."
Narrowing her eyes, AJ shifted slightly and tilted her head.
"Oh really? Well, since it was MY drink he spilled when he ran into me....I'd say it is."
Snarling, the man did the worst thing he could have done. Reaching out, he grabbed her hard and have her a hard shoove that was meant to send her sprawling to the floor. Unfortunately for him, she was more than ready for it and before he could move her an inch, she hauled back and decked him with a wicked right hook that was meet with a loud crack of bone breaking in the fools nose. As he spun backwards into the crowd, she shook her hand a bit and smiled contentedly before feeling the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Never taking her attention off the jock, she shifted slightly so that her back was against the bar and she was prepared for anything that might be lurking behind her. The jock was still screaming like a girl but cursing her with every other word out of his mouth.
"YOU F....ing BITCH! I'm going to kill you!" he sputtered and spouted.
"Yeah, yeah.. whatever.... Why don't you do us all a favor and get the hell out of here. Your bleeding all over the damned place and I'm sure the owners of this lovely bar wouldn't appreciate that."
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Post by erik on Dec 19, 2009 14:41:51 GMT -5
Having his attention divided, Erik nodded absently at Kayla and then smirked at Ty's comment. His blue eyes narrowed on a scuffle happening at the back bar and he saw a man fly backwards into a seat woman. The drink she was holding went flying and obviously soaked her front before she set the glass down and got to her feet. Instinct had him on full alert as a bigger man pursued the man who'd fallen on her.
"DAMN IT. LOOKS LIKE YOUR ABOUT TO GET YOUR WISH, TYREESE." he snarled before looking at Kayla apologetically. "Will you excuse us for a few minutes. Business calls."
However, before he could so much as move, Ty was already moving and Erik was left to stand beside Kayla as they watched the events unfold. A smirk crossed the shifters face as the petite woman glower at the bigger man and then came apart like a pack of dynamite when the fool had the nerve to strike out at her. There was just something about a woman who could take care of herself that never failed to gain his appreciation. That thought brought his own lost love to mind and he instantly started scowling instead of smiling.
Turning back to Kayla, he shrugged and said.
"Around here... We do tend to have a few tango's but most don't bother because they know they will be barred from the place if it happens to much. Only a fool would want to piss off Tyreese. "
Then, seeming to recall her question about dress code, he looked at her up and down and smiled.
"Jeans and tshirts are fine.. but you'll find that if you dress up a bit.. The tips are better. Most of the female bartenders wear black pants or skirts along with sexy blouses. It doesn't have to be revealing but the better you look.. the more your tips. Ask Lexi more about that though.. she handles that side of things."
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Post by kayla on Dec 19, 2009 17:26:47 GMT -5
Kayla had only thought her eyes were big before, hearing the head bouncer say those things as she was in mid-sip of her soda she coughed a little and blinked, looking back over at the huge bald man. That second look over and low growly “Much more.” nearly had her dropping her own drink and forcing her to scramble a bit to hold onto it as she swallowed drying. Sure she'd had men in the bar she'd worked in throw out some comments and give some looks, some even touching inappropriately, but she'd never, ever had one look at her like she was a meal. The way a lion looks at a lamb.
Her face flushed bright pink and she stammered a bit, trying to think of something to say. She heard the scuffle happening and was turning to look when Erik mentioned excusing himself, greatful for the diversion. A little nod and she was leaning back against the bar a bit to allow them to get through quickly past her. A good thing as she and Erik watch Ty head toward the little fight. Her big eyes follow those of her flaxen haired employer to see the little woman punch the crap out of the bigger guy. "Wow." she says, impressed.
She was still watching as things were unfolding, not seeing that scowl from Erik. Her attention was otherwise drawn away....Are muscles supposed to move that way? Kinda like a great big cat stalking.
Blinking she looks to her boss, nodding at the reassurance that the brawls are not too frequent. She nods quickly, believing it. Especially with what he said next: "Only a fool would want to piss off Tyreese. "
"Hoooo yeah." she says with eyes still widened and a look that is half shock, half fascination "I sure as heck wouldn't." she says and nods emphatically.
The sudden twist of conversation threw her and drew her attention back to the blonde man, looking up at him and looking puzzled at his first words. What did t-shirts and jeans have to do with not pissing off the head bouncer? But the light bulb went off and she nodded. "Oh.. oh yeah.. alright. I can do that." she says nodding and bites her bottom lip. "It's alright if I change when I get to work though. I can be here early. Wanna look my best on the job."
She's still a little distracted in the conversation as she watches what is about to go down with a sense of both dread and anticipation. It will be good to see what kind of safety net she might have to fall back on, or at least that's what she tells herself.
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Post by tyrese on Dec 22, 2009 10:16:55 GMT -5
So, there he was, fingers itching and brain about ready to explode with the supposed normalcy of the night, when the telltale signs of a fight spread throughout the club. First, there was that intense look on Erik’s face, that always spelled some kind of trouble. Muscles tensed, waiting for some shit to hit the metaphorical fan…
And when it did, it was all he could do not to smile. Ah, just listen to that music; fist meeting flesh, bone breaking and blood pouring. There just wasn’t anything better than that.
The crowd separated as he charged in, making a path over to the fighting couple. He shook his head as his boys came forward to intercept and took in the situation in one gaze. Damn, look at that little woman go and break that poor schmuck’s jaw. And if the look of absolute adoration on a skinny little guy’s face was any indication of what happened, it had been inevitable.”
And it was his. Goodbye, irritation, hello confrontation. Just the way he liked it.
Stopping at the edge of the little circle that had formed around the two would-be combatants, Ty turned on a full fledged glare. The male side of the exchange cringed a bit under his scrutiny, his hand clutching at a bloody nose. The woman, on the other hand, looked like she could go another round…and that just couldn’t be tolerated. Snagging the woman’s arm, he pulled her away from the fray, intent to tossing her pretty ass out into the alley.
“I don’t give a shit who started it,” He snarled down at her, hoping she had enough sense not to strike him. Though…hell, who was he kidding? He’d relish the fight. “But the both of you are out.”
“Yeah, you take that bitch outta here!” The man behind him yowled, voice a bit muffled by the palm against his lips.
Big mistake, buddy. Alright, so the skinwalker wasn’t a saint. He’d killed, maimed, blackmailed, tortured and a whole other laundry list of bad deeds that practically bought him a line in the Underworld’s Most Wanted List. But if there was one thing he really hated, it was bad language around women.
Call him old fashioned, but his Mama taught him better…once upon a time.
Hand still on the woman’s arm, he glanced over his shoulder with a growl, set himself and delivered a roundhouse kick that sent the poor schmuck flying backward into the waiting arms of his fellow bouncers. From the crack of bone beneath his boot heel, the man would be laid out for the next month or so.
Dumbass. It was always the morons that opened their mouths at the last minute, when they should just keep ‘em superglued.
Tossing a very unapologetic glance in Erik’s direction, Ty couldn’t help but throw in a wink for the cute little mouse standing beside him. That done, he did his best to drag the warrior-woman along behind him and shove her out in front of him when they reached the alley door.
“Next time, call over a bouncer instead of taking things into your own hands,” He growled at her, dark eyes narrowed. “That’s what security means. I know we’re nice to look at, but we do take care of fights every once in a while.”
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Post by alessandra on Dec 23, 2009 12:49:07 GMT -5
Ok, so maybe she should have called in the bouncer but the dude hadn't really given her time had he? For all of his muscle bound brawn, he was really stupid upstairs. It just proved her point when he didn't stop to ask her to politely move before going after his smaller opponent.
Instead, he'd grabbed her and proceeded to try to shoove her aside. Damn it, it was like pouring gasoline on an already flickering flame. Katie bar the door, if there was one thing that pissed AJ off, it was being manhandled. The guy had seriously been in need of someone knocking him down a few pegs. Her temper had ignited and she hadn't thought her actions threw as her fist had sailed out to connect with his nose. Even if she HAD thought about it.. AJ was pretty sure her actions would have been the same anyways.
She couldn't stand guys who thought that just because they could throw their weight around, they had to right to lay their hands on her. She had just been preparing to give the man another shot of his own medicine when a hand had wrapped around her arm and hauled her backwards in a grip that was firm but strangely gentle.
Whirling slightly, she'd been about to lash into the newcomer only to draw up short. The dude was as big as he was fierce and he towered over her by at least a foot. While that wasn't neccessarily enough to make her hold her tongue, the glitter in his eyes made her at least think twice about the words she'd been about to hiss. Hubba, hubba... The man was delish.... They didn't make males this way very often. Maybe God broke the model with him. If so, it was a sad day for all the female species.
Snapping her thoughts away from that train of though, AJ took stock of the situation. Her mind immediately began to backtrack and reacess her new opponent. It was obvious that he was a man well aware of his own strength and in complete control even as he snarled and hissed. The blow he dealt Asshole #1 sent the man spinning into a group of guys who seemed to be waiting for just that event and then he was hauling her along until they were outside in an alley.
Hissing like a cat, she whirled back on him and planted her feet. All right, so he was sex on a stick... That didn't mean, however, he got to push her around like she was some bimbo without a brain in her head. Never mind that ok.. maybe... she might have been at fault on this one... He still shouldn't have just taken for granted that she would meekly do what he told her.
"Oh really?" she taunted as she stepped right up in his personal space. "Could have fool me, muscle boy. Seemed to me you were having to much fun flirting with Miss Innocent to handle anything. Whats a matter? Doncha like being shown up by a woman?"
Poking her finger into his chest for good measure, AJ knew she was playing with fire but for some reason, he made her want to shake that snear of his.
"OH... Wait.... maybe your one of those guys that think a woman should be seen and not heard! I got news for you, Mr. Macho man, if a guy spills a drink on me and then decides he can shoove me around... I'm damned sure going to retaliate!"she continued with eyes glittering brilliantly as she stood up on her tiptoes. "Besides which, being called a bitch and a whore isn't really something I let slid. Bitch I may be but I'm damed straight going to earn the title before someone gets to call me one."
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Post by erik on Dec 23, 2009 13:40:37 GMT -5
It was with half his attention glued on the action going down across the club that Erik nodded at the young woman beside him. He had no doubt his brother could handle his own business but he also didn't want Ty killing the fool either. His body tensed to leap when the jock snarled something at the bouncer but Ty simple took him out with a hard kick and the others hauled him out.
Relaxing a bit, he smirked at he watched his friend haul out the little dark haired vixen and then turned back to Kayla. His eyes were alight with mischief as he meet her gaze and shrugged.
"And... there you have what is pretty well considered normal activity around here. Still think you want to work here?" he teased before taking a drink of his scotch. "And changing here is fine. There are staff restrooms in the back and your welcome to keep some clothing back there if you need to."
Watching her carefully, the ancient wolf continued.
"Lexi will actually be the person you report to tomarrow night so you'll want to introduce yourself straight away. She's stern but good hearted and she'll do right by you as long as you do right by the club. Most of our help is family and we treat them as such... Ben Taylor, the head bartender will also be your boss as he handles the bartending staff and hes been with us since the Cats Meow opened in Oklahoma City awhile back. He and Ty both came to work here after we got everything settled so if you need anything.... they can help too. "
Then, grabbing up a pen, he wrote several numbers down on a napkin and handed it to her.
"There is the club number, my number and Lexi's number. Call if you run into any problems or decide this isn't for you. Otherwise.... We'll see you bright and early tomarrow evening..."
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