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Post by kayla on Dec 26, 2009 22:48:39 GMT -5
Kayla gasped as she caught that wink and the blush crept from her cheeks straight up to her ears, looking away quickly, staring at her feet and fidgeting with her jacket near the collar, the words about coming to work nude drifting back through her mind briefly and making her jumpy.
She hoped the Boss hadn't seen how she'd been watching the Head Bouncer so intently, admiring the way his body moved and responded. It was like some kind of dance. Beautiful but...scary.
She nods quickly to his words, making note of being able to change there and about speaking to Lexi, about Ben, looking over at the bartender and offering a smile to the man with a nod of the head.
She took the napkin, having watched him intently as he wrote on it. "Oh nothin will stop me Sir.. I promise and my word is my bond. I'll be here and I.. I can handle how things are. Promise." She hoped it wasn't common that the waitresses got slapped like that one girl though.
She looked to where Ty and A.J. had went and then back to Erik. "Are they.. I mean...is everything gonna be alright? I mean.. if..if you need to go out there or somethin you don't have to sit and babysit me here. I won't think it's rude or nothin, swear. I know you got a club to run and all."
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Post by tyrese on Dec 28, 2009 22:29:09 GMT -5
amn, but a man had to appreciate a woman with a backbone. If it wasn’t that solid breaking of club rules, he’d have happily been happy at his current situation; escort a patron out, meet an Amazon.
…Then again, there was that little thing of starting a fight in the club, which- even though he was happy as hell to break it up- was forbidden. Ha, as if he ever really gave a damn about anything ‘forbidden,’ but he was there to do a job, and that’s what he was gonna do.
Super Bouncer, that was him. Gods.
Looking down at the finger poking at the wide expanse of his chest, Ty had to resist the urge to tilt his head down and snap at it. What the hell, didn’t his scary scowl work anymore? Most people would rather have their teeth pulled out than touch him without an invitation…but there she was. Amazon-ing herself into a grave.
“Lady, I could give a fuck what the hell your problem is,” He snarled, looking down at the woman with a sneer on his face. “It’s my job to shove you around because you fought in the club. What the schmuck said made him deserve a beating, but you knew when you came into Wicked that all fights go outside.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared at her, head tilting slightly. Damn, if this woman was one hell of a volatile little firebird! She was lucky he hadn’t picked her up and thrown her godsdamn ass out in the gutter, forget ‘escorting’ her into the alley. And…speaking of that, what the hell was he thinking, taking her out this way?
Ah, there went his brain again. He did always seem to lose common sense when his blood was up. Hey, maybe the little woman in front of him would come at him, REALLY give him a workout.
Then, realizing she’d said something about a ‘Miss Innocent,’ he couldn’t help but smirk. “What’s this, little fire?” He drawled. Damn, but he couldn’t resist poking at her. “Are we jealous? You don’t even know me…but I guess I can understand.”
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Post by erik on Dec 29, 2009 11:46:47 GMT -5
Smiling a bit, Erik stepped back and glanced towards where the bouncer had disappeared with the dark haired lass. He somehow doubted that Ty was needing any help but he may just be getting a wake up call if the fire spitting out of the girls eyes was any indication.
Sometimes he thought Ty was entirely to bored with the world around him and to certain he was the biggest baddest ass on the block. There weren't many that would take him on and the ones that could... Well, it was just safe to say that Erik bore more than his fair share of battle scars from their "play". Both born ancient warriors, they didn't pull punches when they battled and it helped both keep their deadly air that warned others off.
"I think Tyreese will be fine. He's a big boy... If he can't handle one little wildcat then I had better find another bouncer." he said with a wicked grin. "However, I do need to get ready for the next set so if you will excuse me..."
Giving her a wink, he finished his drink and set it on the counter. "Feel free to stay and take a look around if you like. Its not real busy this evening compared to alot of nights but still packed enough to give you a feel for what it will be like. If you see anything suspicious, just let Ben know and we'll take care of it."
Turning on his heel, the huge shifter excused himself to head for hte stage where his band was setting up. Keeping an eye on the girl in case of trouble, he took up his guitar and talked with the guys a bit before the first notes of one of his favorite songs resounded through the room. Taking his spot in front of the mic, he tilted it and began to sing. The words came from his soul as he belted out the fierce tune and the crowd rocked along with him.
"There's another world inside of me that you may never see There's secrets in this life that I can't hide Somewhere in this darkness there's a light that I can't find Maybe it's too far away, maybe I'm just blind Maybe I'm just blind
So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone Everything I am and everything in me Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down even if I could I'd give up everything if only for your good So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong You can hold me when I'm scared you won't always be there So love me when I'm gone, love me when I'm gone
When your education x-ray cannot see under my skin I won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends And roaming through this darkness I'm alive but I'm alone Part of me is fighting this but part of me is gone
So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone Everything I am and everything in me Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down even if I could I'd give up everything if only for your good So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong You can hold me when I'm scared, you won't always be there So love me when I'm gone
Maybe I'm just blind
So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong Hold me when I'm scared and love me when I'm gone Everything I am and everything in me Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down even if I could I'd give up everything if only for your good So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong You can hold me when I'm scared, you won't always be there So love me when I'm gone
Love me when I'm gone, whoa Love me when I'm gone, when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone (EXIT ERIK FROM THREAD!)
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Post by alessandra on Dec 29, 2009 12:43:21 GMT -5
Oh no he DIDN'T just say what Alessandra thought he'd just said! HE WAS BEYOND A DEAD MAN! AJ ROBERTSON WAS NEVER JEALOUS! Especially over a cue ball headed he-man who had more brawn than brain. Never mind that all that muscle made her think of better things to do than going toe to toe in the middle of a dark alley. Oh no... Instead, he was aiming to get himself killed!
Mouth dropping open with an audible pop, the petite huntress could only glare up at him before her temper jumped ahead of her good sense. A hiss escaped her as she launched herself at him in something that she was sure resembled a chiuaua going after a doberman but beyond caring.
"In your DREAMS, He Man! Your right... I don't know you and I'm sure that if your interests lay in shy girls like that.....Then I don't really care too...It takes more than a blown up ego to satisfy a woman who knows what she wants and likes. You probably couldn't go one round, much less a whole match. she snarled as she practically bounced up at him and smacked him hard on the shoulder. "I've found men like you play the bad ass to make up for your lack of prowess in the bedroom. Whats a matter? Can't get it up so you have to beat on a few idiots to make yourself feel like a man? Or maybe you just don't like women who make you work a bit for it. Maybe your one of those guys who get off on making the girl do all the work."
With her black hair dancing around her face, she continued to hiss like a cat. In the back of her mind, sanity tried to raise its head but for some reason... All her pent up aggression came lashing out at this bull headed, snarling mass of male supremacy. The savage power she felt leashed in him only seemed to make it worse.
SHUDDUP ROBERSTON! SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!! her inner instinct hissed. HES GOING TO KILL YOU! GET THE HELL OUT OF DODGE WHILE YOU STILL CAN, LITTLE GIRL OR YOUR GOING TO BE LUNCH! Oh hell, who was she kidding? Since when had she ever walked away from a challenge?
Slamming him with another fist, Alessandra snatched a stilettoed heel off her foot so she could brandish it like a lethal weapon. Who ever knew these things could actually come in hand for something besides breaking an ankle! Wielding it with the ease born of practice with every weapon know to man, she raised it in preparation for another attack.
"Whats a matter, you arrogant son of a bitch? Cat got your tongue?" she growled, kicking off her other shoe to put herself on even ground.
Only then did she realize that the bouncer now towered over her by a good foot. Well, hell... Didn't that just figure! She thought to herself before springing towards him once more. The shoe heel slammed against solid muscle and busted clean apart before she tossed it aside with a hiss of dissatisfaction. Damn, they just didn't make those things like they used to did they? Oh well, she didn't need a weapon when the thud of her own hands against him was so much more rewarding.
"Your not as big and bad as you think. You can snarl and snap all you want but there aint nothing you can deal out that I can't take! I'm not one of your little vassals and I don't bow to any man or beast!"
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Post by kayla on Dec 29, 2009 21:37:28 GMT -5
Kayle chewed on her bottom lip a little and nodded. She wasn't sure if she was afraid for the woman or for the bouncer or for what reason but that knot of anticipation in her stomach had never been a good thing in the past. She looked up just as Erik was making his leave, putting on a nervous smile and nodding quickly, even raising one hand to wave to the man as she turned to pick up her soda and take a sip, looking around the club. Another one of those sweet but uncomfortable smiles was given to the bartender who rewarded her with a measured look that made her want to shrink in on herself until a small smirk and a wink followed, turning her cheeks a little pink.
Compared to the other women there she was positively plain and wall-flowerish.Her plain clothes and simple, well worn cowboy boots were a far cry from the thigh high boots and mini skirts the other women were sporting. No make-up, her hair not really done but more or less pulled back out of her face and left to hang over her shoulders she was far from fashion model perfect. Unfortunately it also made her stand out.
Deciding to take Erik's suggestion and look around the place she wandered away from the bar, sipping her soda through the little stir straw. Her big brown eyes took it all in with what surely appeared to be total innocence to the jaded masses. The sound from the stage stopped her in her tracks as she reached the little throng of people gathered toward the back. She turned to look up at the stage, staring at her new boss with a look of admiration that was almost hero-worship. Not only have he saved her bacon with the job but that voice! She couldn't help the little sigh that left her mouth as she stood watching, listening.
She never noticed the man that was watching her like a hungry tiger in a chicken coop. Never saw the flicker of black cover his eyes ever so briefly and that small wicked grin that curled one side of his lips up on the left side of his face. She never saw when he moved across the darkened room slowly, never looking away from the sweet little piece that was so ripe for the plucking.
He didn't approach so conspicuously as to draw attention to himself, stopping a few feet away from her and swirling the ice cubes in his drink slowly, raising the cup to his lips and draining the whiskey inside it as he took the last few steps to stand behind her, inhaling the scent of the air around her like a blossom and smiling again. A perfect morsel to enjoy.
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Post by tyrese on Jan 6, 2010 16:38:41 GMT -5
If Tyreese Gla’Dour thought of himself as anything, it was a penitent monster. He’d done a lot of things in life that he wasn’t proud of, and hell if he didn’t have some serious trouble fighting those unnatural urges of his on a daily basis. He was born a freak, lived as a slave-freak and, after all these years, was doing his best to make himself useful to the wide world, as if the simple act could save him in the end.
But the one thing that he never liked to kid himself for possessing was his patience. As acquaintances had mentioned once or twice, he had the temper of a stick of dynamite with its fuse cut to the quick.
So alright, the first smack to his shoulder was an annoying sting, and the words that followed were kind of a ‘lalala, heard worse than that, you irritating little shrew.’ He’d been called worse things in his lifetime, that insults on his ‘brains and brawn’ were like mosquito bites. Yeah, he felt the urge to haul back and plant his knuckles in her face, but it was more than a bit easy to resist.
…And then she just HAD to go overboard and slam that damn stiletto right in his Godsdamn chest! A man had to draw the line somewhere, and it was definitely right fucking there.
As she went to slam that little foot into his side for the second time, he managed to catch her leg with a practiced ease, shoving her off balance. He was past being nice now, or caring that it was a woman on the other side of the red haze in his eyes. Erik would probably berate him about this later, but he hadn’t been known as a berserker back in the day for nothing.
With a snarl, he surged forward and curled one large hand around her neck, bringing her backward until she hit the wall with a thud. His free hand came up to snag her wrist so that he wouldn’t get a heel in his eyeball and he kept his stance defensive, ready to deflect a head butt or a blow to the groin.
“What the FUCK is wrong with you, woman?” He practically growled, lips pulled back as if he were trying to bare his teeth. Damn, he was hanging around shifters too much, now. “I brought you out here ‘cause there is no fighting in Wicked. Your little friend back there probably got himself thrown out in the same way you did, but much more public! Crazy me for not wanting you to get that pretty face blacklisted from other godsdamn clubs!”
Gods…GODS, he was sorely tempted to start banging her head against the brick wall or take her right there in the alleyway. Which was quite the strange thing- the second temptation, at least- given that he was just about ready to really lose it and commit murder. How good would it feel to snap the tender bones in her neck, hear the softness of the club in the godsdamn SILENCE of the alleyway. Maybe he’d give into that little voice in the back of his head and let her essence flow into him; feel that pleasure-pain of bones crunching as they took on new forms, the ecstasy of the change, the power—
With a curse, Ty released her and took a step back, hands clenching at his sides. He took a deep, calming breath and forced himself to keep his distance.
“Get the fuck away from the club and don’t let me catch you in back here. The game’s over, little fire. Have a good night.” And with that, he turned around and yanked open the side door, intent on stalking back inside.
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Post by alessandra on Jan 6, 2010 18:22:11 GMT -5
Ok, so baiting baldy wasn’t anyone’s idea of a smart move but then AJ hadn’t exactly been thinking when he’s shoved her out in this alley. In fact, she was starting to doubt that her brain was even working this evening as her opponent slammed her up against the brick and held her there by the throat. His eyes seemed to gleam with menace as he caught the hand she tried to ward him off with.
“What the FUCK is wrong with you, woman?” He practically growled, lips pulled back as if he were trying to bare his teeth. Damn, he was hanging around shifters too much, now. “I brought you out here ‘cause there is no fighting in Wicked. Your little friend back there probably got himself thrown out in the same way you did, but much more public! Crazy me for not wanting you to get that pretty face blacklisted from other godsdamn clubs!”
Staring up into his face, Alessandra tried to catch her breath but it was damned near impossible. She could almost feel the surge of energy that shot through him as he battled some sort of inner fight and then suddenly released her so fast that she almost landed in a heap on the ground. Gasping for breath, she leaned back against the wall and stared at him with wide brown eyes.
“Get the fuck away from the club and don’t let me catch you in back here. The game’s over, little fire. Have a good night.”
Suddenly, the realization of what she’d done hit her like a ton of bricks and she felt like the biggest bitch on the planet. Closing her eyes, she thumped her head against the brick and then choked back a self depreciating sigh. Hell, when was she ever going to learn? The man was only doing his job after all and she’d attacked him without cause or justification.
Hindsight told her she’d been looking for a fight to take the edge off her simmering frustration with life and she’d definitely found it with him. The only thing was… she normally didn’t pick fights with people who didn’t deserve it and he definitely hadn’t. She had just lashed out in a fashion that was becoming entirely to familiar and fucked things up yet again. One of these days, AJ had no doubt it was going to get her killed but she hoped that when it did it wouldn’t be over her own stupidity.
Figuring it wouldn’t matter, the young woman knew she couldn’t let him walk away without at least offering an apology whether he accepted it or not. Opening her dark eyes, she saw him getting ready to enter the club and called out softly.
“I’m sorry… For what its worth, I didn’t mean anything I said and I shouldn’t have jumped you like that. I know you were only doing your job…When I’m wrong.. I admit it and I was definitely out of line there…So... I'm sorry.”
Letting her voice trail off, AJ pushed away from the wall and turned from him to look for her shoes even though she knew they were busted. She figured he would just disappear inside the club and knew it was the best that she could expect. It wasn’t as if he even probably cared about what she thought.
Spying one not far away, she started towards it only to hiss in pain as her foot caught on a ragged piece of glass and a cut appeared on the bottom of it. Well hell, wasn’t this just her freaking night! Hopping around on one foot, she swore and then sighed. She was going to have to call Jess to come get her and no doubt her friend would ring a peel over her head too. Oh Happy Days.
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