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Post by Simi James on May 27, 2009 20:01:16 GMT -5
It was 3 nights after Jess's sudden arrival in New Orleans and Sibeal's first night back at work. Haven't been unable to sleep with the emotional turmoil going on in her little house, the blond was tired, tense and on edge. Even her boss had noted that she wasn't quite on her game this evening and she knew it would be a miracle if she got through the night without socking some poor sod who yelled out something obscene at the dancers.
Sighing a bit, the slender blond waved at Charlie and headed into the back room to dress. One customer in particular was getting on her nerves and she needed a break from his constant grabbing. She didn't know what it was with some men but they seemed to think exotic dancers were on the same level as hookers. They just didnt seem to get the fact that most of the ladies here had families to support or some such other responsibilities that drove them to spend their evenings in this club. If Sibeal had been able to handle any other sort of regular job, she wouldn't have been here either. Bearing her nude body to these drunken idiots was definitely NOT her idea of a good career choice but because of her "disability" as she liked to call it, it was the safest, most cost effective job she could handle.
Reaching her little corner in the dressing rooms, the blond sat in her chair and stared into the mirror at her reflection. Dark circles were obvious under her eyes so she quickly applied some makeup to help hide the lines and then set about getting ready for her next set. In a way, her job was a blessing as she'd always loved to dance and music soothed her in way that nothing else could. For the few minutes she was on stage, she could block out the sounds and thoughts of others and just give herself over to the rythem of the tune.
Seeing the outfit laid out on the counter, Sibeal had to smile. It was a Moulin Rouge spin off and it was one of the few dances that actually involved more than one dancer. She, Tessa and Olivia would perform the next set together and it was a fun number that never failed to make her laugh. Slipping into the satin chemise and rolling on her black fishnet stockings, she was just fastening them to the garter belt when Tessa fell into the room.
"COME ON GIRL!!! WE"RE UP IN 5! Any of your handsome gentleman about there this evening? I wouldn't mind cozying up to that sandy haired gent. He's got that tortured soul look about him that I would just LOVE to sooth."
Rolling her eyes, Sibeal slipped her feet into the silver stilettos and swatted playfully at her friend.
"I doubt it... Treys' probably got better things to do than hang out in a gentlemans club in hopes that one of you ladies will take pity on him."
Grinning Tessa sashayed back out and the blond followed. Tessa's thoughts were a train wreak of hair brained ideas and she always seemed to make her smile. When they reached the curtains, Olivia was already there and cast them a smile before Charlie signaled them on stage. Moving quickly to her spot, the young dancer tilted a black top hat over her face a bit and posed provocatively as the music started.
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Post by julian on May 28, 2009 22:22:32 GMT -5
Julian could pretend that he had came back to this club to get further info about the supernatural dealings going on in there and its shape shifting owner. But truth was that he had returned hoping to see Sibeal again. He hadn’t been able to forget the show she had put on the last time he was there and that heated gaze she had given him, hadn’t been able to get her off his head.
So he had left Jack to take care of the gym and jumped into his bike and went back there. With a black tshirt, a faded pair of jeans, boots and a brown leather coat, he walked through the crowd inside. As usual a few girls turned their heads to follow him as he walked by, but he was focused on spotting the blonde he came there for.
Calling one of the waitresses, he ordered a dose of whiskey and asked her if Sibeal was around that night. The waitress smiled at him and nodded towards the stage.
“She is just about to go on stage sugar,” she said with a wink, “I will be right back with your drink.”
Turning his eyes to the stage, the dark haired man spotted the hot blonde. She looked as amazing as she had the other night and a simple glimpse was enough to capture his attention.
Taking a place near the stage, he watched the show. There was something about hat girl, something he couldn’t quite place but that appealed to him greatly.
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Post by Simi James on May 29, 2009 16:49:30 GMT -5
Lights flashed as the sound of "Lady Marmalade" flooded the club. The three women on stage immediately began to get their groove on and it was evident that they were having fun. Taking turns, they all rotated the spotlight and gave their audience a show they would never forget. Although it wasn't a typical dance seeing as each lady retained a skimpy outfit, it was still risky enough to grab the gentlemans attention. By the time the girls let their top hats fall on to some lucky gentlemans lap, more than one blood pressure was raised.
Just as Sibeal started to pull herself back from the edge of the stage, a hand reached up and grabbed her leg. Shooting the man a glance, the blond pasted on a smile and pleasantly asked him to let go. When he responded with a hard tug that sent her falling to the deck, she let out a slight scream.
"Come here, you little bitch! You ain't no better than me. Any bitch at makes a living swinging her pretty little ass in a man's face should learn to be a little bit nicer when she gets the response she's askin for."
Shocked for a second, Sibeal almost didn't move fast enough as he reached up to grab her arm. Fury flew from her eyes as she heard all the nasty thoughts in his head and she reared her other leg back to give him a hard kick right in the face. Somewhere in the scuffle, her heel had broke and her shoe flew off as she kicked at him. When that didn't seem to work, the pretty dancer pulled back her fist and launched a fist right into his eye. As he Staggered backwards, she shook her hand and let out a stream of cuss words that would have done a man proud.
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Post by julian on May 30, 2009 0:15:01 GMT -5
With undivided attention, Julian’s blue eyes followed the blonde on the stage. Somehow she seemed hotter than before, if such a thing was possible. What mesmerized him besides the obvious looks was the way she moved, she was a great dancer and the dark haired man found himself imagining her in his arms. A known playboy by those who knew him, it was unusual to have him so entranced to a single woman. Not that he would be hoping for an actual relationship, no he never allowed himself to get too attached to any woman.
If he was to allow himself to become too reliant on someone he believed he would be in big trouble. He still remembered how his father was when he missed his mother and drunk himself silly to drawn his sorrows. Jules didn’t want to end up like this, a sad old man missing someone so badly.
Just as he watched the girl on the stage he witnessed some jerk grab her leg and act like an idiot. Immediately he instinctively made his way towards them, but before he could reach the guy, Sibeal got an impressive kick and punch sequence sending the man staggering backwards. Damn, that blonde was really impressive! She had Trey pinned down the other night and now had kicked that jerk’s ass. And well, she had quite a mouth in her that was for sure.
The man moved towards her again with a menacing stance, and it royally pissed Jules when some jerk acted that way towards women and even threatened to hurt her. Grabbing the idiot by the back of his shirt, he pushed the guy away harshly and then moved to stand between Sibeal and him.
“Dude, the girl asked you to move away, it would be wise to do as she asked.”
When it was clear that the man wasn’t going to heed his warning and tensed, ready to throw a punch at him Jules smirked, it was going to be fun to teach the moron some manners. With expert reflexes honed from his boxing training and a few tricks he had learned from the legendary boxing champ nicknamed ‘The Devil’, his own father, Julian ducked the punch as the guy spun out of balance. Grabbing the man’s arm as it passed over his head, he twisted it, holding it locked on the guy’s back.
“Man, someone should teach you some manners. First lesson: You never threat a girl badly.”
Pushing the guys head forward with his free hand, he made the guy smack his head into the wall…maybe it would help his manners lesson enter his thick skull. As the man turned around still not satisfied he tried to send another punch at Jules that then managed to grab his fist mid-air and throw a punch of his own, leaving the jerk to fall unconscious in the floor.
Moving back towards the stage, Julian claimed Sibeal’s shoe from the floor and then offered it back to her. “Is this yours Cinderella?” he asked with a teasing tone and a smirk.
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Post by Simi James on May 30, 2009 13:34:26 GMT -5
To say that Sibeal was suprised when another body joined in the fray was putting it lightly. To realize that it wasn't Charlie or Derek made it doubly startling. She'd expected that her boss or the head bouncer would be there shortly but the dark haired gentleman beating the crap out of the disgruntled customer was definitely NOT who she had expected.
When the trouble maker fell to the floor and Julian turned to pick up her slipper, Sibeal could only stare at him with wide eyes.
Is this yours Cinderella?”
Glancing down at the shoe and back to the man, Sibeal shook her hand a bit since it still stung from the impact of her punch. Then, reaching out with her good hand, she took the high heel and nodded.
"Yeah.. it is. Thank you." she said softly before Charlie suddenly joined them.
"Miss Sibeal. Are you OK? I'm sorry I couldn't get to you sooner but it seems the gentleman here took care of my light work."
Smiling a bit at the bouncer, the blond shrugged.
"I'll be fine. I think I hurt my hand worse than anything else... Damn, he was hard headed!" she said with a plaintive expression as she gazed at her now swelling fist."Mr. Black here reached him before he could do any damage and I owe him my thanks."
Hearing the black mans' thoughts about how he'd like the skin the man on the ground, she reached out and placed a hand on his arm.
"Let Derek deal with him, Charlie. He'll make sure he's not a problem anymore."
Growling the bouncer turned to Julian and held out a hand.
"Seems we owe you for jumping in to help our Miss Sibeal here. I was unfortunately at the back of hte club and couldn't get round the bar fast enough. I don't know where Ty is right now....Have you ever thought about bouncing part time? We could use a fellow with your skills around here in the evenings. "
Shaking her head a bit behind the bouncers back, Sibeal knew she and the other girls were lucky to work with such a good bunch of guys. Neither her boss nor any of the bouncers treated the girls badly for the fact that they choose to take off their cloths for a living.
In fact, they almost seemed to respect them more because most of them did it for reasons besides the fact they LIKED doing it. A lot of the girls had kids to support or other major responsiblities that they couldn't afford to take care of any other way. Derek and Charlie made sure none of them were harrassed and made sure each and every girl was safe.
Turning her attention back to her rescuer, the blond slid off stage and took the robe one of the girls suddenly appeared holding. Slipping into it, she smiled at Julian and then winced.
"I think I had better get some ice on this.... Good thing that was my last number tonight....." she said to no one in particular.
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Post by julian on May 30, 2009 15:15:33 GMT -5
Smirking as he watched the blonde take her shoe, he glanced back to the knocked out customer. It had been fun and Julian was hardly one to let an opportunity to show off pass up. When he heard the bouncer addressing Sibeal, he took a step away and allowed the bouncer to do his work.
The dark haired man gave a smug smirk when the blonde said she owed him her thanks. Well, she seemed to have the situation under control when he joined, but he wouldn’t stand idle when a jerk would act this way toward a woman.
Julian shook his head when the bouncer asked him if he was looking for a job. His job at the gym already took most of his time and effort, so he had to concentrate on that and make it work. “Thanks, but I quit being a bouncer a while back. If I ever need some extra cash I will let you know.”
As the blond slid off the stage next to him, he noticed the look of pain in her face when she mentioned the need to put some ice into her hand. “May I…?” he asked taking her hand in his and checking it. He had seeing quite a few injuries in the ring, even those he had sustained himself, and he was capable of assessing them.
“You didn’t break anything, but your hand will be sore for a while. Placing some ice in it is a good idea,” he told her, “want me to help you with it?”
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Post by Simi James on May 30, 2009 15:56:43 GMT -5
As the men talked about her, Sibeal tried to move her fingers and discovered she could with a great bit of pain. Suddenly, Julian was taking her hand in his and giving it a good inspection. While he was bent over her slender limb, the blond took the oppurtunity to look him over for any injuries too. Finding none, she missed the look that crossed Charlie's face and the glance he exchanged with Derek who was watching the scene with interest.
“You didn’t break anything, but your hand will be sore for a while. Placing some ice in it is a good idea,” he told her, “want me to help you with it?”
Just as the dancer was about to reply, Charlie broke in with a frown.
"Actually, since Sibeal is finished for the night, I think it would be wise for her to go on home and get some rest. However, there is no way she is going to be able to drive. Would you mind giving her a lift home, Mr. Black? One of us normally would but as you can see... we have a packed house tonight and there has been a mite of trouble.."
Gasping a bit, the blond shot the bouncer a fuming look. Her eyes fairly sparked as she said.
"Thats quite all right. I don't need a babysitter, Charlie. I'm sure I can make it home just fine."
Arching a brow, the big man reached out and took her arm. The hand in question was already swelling and the pain it took to open her fingers was obvious.
"I believe, cherie, that your car is a stick shift and it would pain the very devil out of you to drive yourself home. If Mr. Black is agreeable, you would relieve Derek and I both of you would let him drive you home."
At that plee, Sibeal sighed and cast a look at Julian. She hated feeling so out of control of things but she supposed they were right. Derek had investigated the man anyways and he wasn't any physical danger to her.
"Ok... fine... If Mr. Black is agreable then..."
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Post by julian on May 30, 2009 17:18:26 GMT -5
Catching the stares Sibeal and the bouncer exchanged, Julian hid a sly smirk that was fighting to appear on his features as he found the scene before him very amusing.
"Ok... fine... If Mr. Black is agreable then..."
He shrugged playfully and then nodded. “Yes, Mr. Black is agreeable. But please, call me Jules?” he requested her with a wink, he wasn’t used to be called Mr. Black and he didn’t want Sibeal to act so formal with him. “Go on and get your things and I will give you a ride home. I can carry anything you need so you don’t strain that hand.”
Following her as she made her way towards the dressing room, he leaned against the wall and waited her outside while she got dressed. He would offer her his help with that too, but he feared that she might give him a punch like that she had on the customer back there.
There was nothing about her that could be called usual, she was sinfully hot, moved like a wildcat, punched like a pro, cursed like no woman he ever known before and acted a bit like she had a feel loosen screws in her head…and yet, she drove him crazy. Maybe it was Jules who should have his head checked after all, but neither one of those was enough to make him want to stay away from her.
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Post by Simi James on May 30, 2009 18:55:51 GMT -5
Seeing the look on Julians face, Sibeal shrugged and then waited for his response. His words made a smile flicker over her face before she turned towards the dressing room.
“Yes, Mr. Black is agreeable. But please, call me Jules?” he requested her with a wink, he wasn’t used to be called Mr. Black and he didn’t want Sibeal to act so formal with him. “Go on and get your things and I will give you a ride home. I can carry anything you need so you don’t strain that hand.”
Feeling his gaze on her as they walked towards the back, the dancer left him outside the dressing room and went to gather her things. Getting out of her outfit caused some problems but luckily Tessa was there and she helped her slip into the mauve colored dress she had put aside to wear home. Letting the other woman slide the zipper up, she quickly put her feet in the black heels and grabbed up her purse and bag.
"Thanks Tessa... Charlie is sending me home so I suppose i"ll see you tomarrow?"
When the blond gave her a happy nod, Sibeal slipped from the back and about ran smack into Julian. Flicking her hair back over one shoulder, she winced as she jarred her other arm. Holding out a set of keys, she said.
"Just let me drop these off to Derek and then we can go.... "
Moving towards her boss, the blond navigated the club and was stopped by more than one patron who said goodnight and eyed the man behind her suspiously. She could hear the speculation in their heads as they wondered who he was and what he was doing with her. In all the time that she had worked there, they had never known Sibeal to take a man home and curiousity was high as they walked through the building.Ignoring the pointed looks, she smiled and moved as quickly as possible all the while concious of the man trailing in her wave.
Reaching the dark haired club owner, Sibeal leaned forward and whispered in his ear before handing him her keys. As she did so, Dereks eyes went straight to Julians and there was a warning in them as they sized each other up. Derek was trusting Julian with one of his girls and she had better get home in the same shape she left here in or the shifter would know why.
Unaware of the byplay Sibeal leaned back and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and then turned toward the door. Her voice carried back wishing him goodnight as she sashayed ahead of Julian. As she reached the door, she smiled at the man there and stepped out into the cool night air.
"Where to, Jules?"
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Post by julian on May 30, 2009 22:11:50 GMT -5
After a few moments of waiting, the blonde beauty emerged back from the dressing room wearing a dress that wasn’t quite what Julian expected to be, he didn’t think she was the type to wear dresses, but that didn’t made her look any less amazing in his eyes. She constantly intrigued him and got him guessing what she was going to do next, and that certainly was a plus in his book.
He nodded to her as she told him she needed to deliver the keys to Derek. Unless Jules was mistaken that was the guy who owned the club and was supposedly a shape shifter and checking that out was the reason he first came into the club. Off course that was he met Sibeal anyways, now she was the main reason he was there.
Following the blonde as she made her way to the club owner, Julian ignored the suspicious stares of the patrons. However it did arouse his curiosity when Sibeal whispered something to her boss. Did she even know if he was a shape shifter?
Playing it cool, he was quick to hide the slight frown as she whispered to him, and he was fully aware of Derek’s eyes on him.
As the pair reached the streets, he offered a smile of his own to the blonde. “Well, if you want I can take you home…or I can take you to the gym where I can take care of your hand. It’s your call.”
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Post by Simi James on May 31, 2009 13:02:00 GMT -5
Thinking for a long moment, Sibeal glanced at her companion and then replied.
"I think I'd like to go on home, if you don't mind. I have things there to wrap my hand with.. Although I might need your help. I'm afraid I'm not really dressed for a trip to the gym and I'm not really .. comfortable.. being around large crowds a people."
Giving him a slight smile, the blond looked around and asked.
"Which one of these vehicles is yours? My brother always said you could tell alot about a guy by the vehicle he drives..."
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Post by julian on May 31, 2009 14:30:22 GMT -5
Julian nodded in agreement to the beautiful blonde. He would take her to her place and help her take care of her hand, it wasn’t anything too serious and she would be fine in no time. Of wounds he knew fairly well, his father was a boxer after all and he seen quite a few and then with his habit of getting in trouble he had sustained some himself.
When she asked him what he drove however, he couldn’t stop a big grin to form on his lips as he guided her to his bike parked only half a block away. One slick silver 2008 Harley-Davidson VRSCAW/A V-ROD, that was his baby. He could spend several hours tinkering with her and several hours more just taking a drive.
“That’s my baby,” he told her with a glint of pride in his blue eyes. “I’d love to give you a ride someday…but with your hand like that, I don’t think it would be wise right now. The bouncer back there mentioned you had a car, so why don’t you tell me which one it is and I can drive you home in it?”
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Post by Simi James on May 31, 2009 16:59:41 GMT -5
As Julian guided her away from the club and down the street, Sibeal was glad she didn't carry a heavy bag like some of the girls. Most of her stuff, she left at work or in the back of her car. Tonight, all she had was her purse and the cloths on her back. That made it a bit easier when she spied the motorcycle ahead and put two and two together before her companion had said a word.
“That’s my baby,” he told her with a glint of pride in his blue eyes. “I’d love to give you a ride someday…but with your hand like that, I don’t think it would be wise right now. The bouncer back there mentioned you had a car, so why don’t you tell me which one it is and I can drive you home in it?”
Arching a brow at that, Sibeal shook her head, shoved her purse his hands and flipped off her heels. Padding to the bike, she ran her good hand over its sleek body before casting a glanced over her shoulder that carried an impish glee. With short movements, she shimmied the skirt of her little dress up and threw a leg over the machine before scooting back to leave him room in front. Ignoring the fact that an indecent amount of leg was showing, the blond tossed her long blond locks and patted the seat in front of her.
"If you think I'm passing on a ride that easy... You've got another thing coming, cowboy. A little sprained hand isn't going to keep me from taking full advantage of this baby. This sweet thing is built for speed and I happen to LIKE speed......."
Then, arching a brow at him as if asking what is hold up was, she leaned back and waited for his reaction.
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Post by julian on May 31, 2009 18:40:50 GMT -5
Julian watched her intently as she moved to his bike and inspected it. It was his most prized possession and had taken a lot of effort to sum up the cash to afford it. He was the one that kept the motorcycle running and he would never allow any half-assed mechanic touch his baby.
It was really a shame that Sibeal would have to pass up a ride, at least that was what he thought until he saw her shimmy up her dress and straddle the bike. The blonde looked so incredibly hot that Jules tilted his head just so he could get a better view of those long legs of her and could feel his heart beating a little faster as he did so.
Giving a grin to her, he moved to the bike and jumped into the seat before telling the blonde to hang on tight before starting the engine. As the engine roared as a savage beast that had just been awakened, his grin grew wider as they took off.
Not one to drive slow, he hoped Sibeal had been honest when she told him she liked speed. So alright, he was showing off, but the blonde in the back seat was well worth it and impressing her if he could manage to do so, wouldn’t hurt.
Julian raced through the streets with expert skills, following the directions she gave him and before too long they had arrived at Sibeal’s place. Parking the bike, he waited for her to unwrap her arms from his waist before getting out of the bike and following her.
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Post by Simi James on May 31, 2009 19:07:36 GMT -5
When Julian gave her that heated look, Sibeal smiled wickedly and then watched as he approached the bike and got on. Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around his middle and slid so that her long legs were right up against his. The rumble of the motor made her grin and soon they were off. Closing her eyes to let the wind brush over her face, the blond revealed in the speed as they flew along the streets.
All to soon, however, they arrived at the address she had given him and the lean man before her was climbing from the bike. Dismounting herself, she shifted her skirt down and tidied her appearance before strolling up the front walk to her little cottage.
The huge weeping willow in front of her little house seemed to guard over it as the pair moved up on the porch and Sibeal unlocked the door. Swinging it inwardly, she stepped inside and then said a few words in an ancient tongue that seemed to break a hidden barrier of magic.
"Come on in.... You'll find it safe enough.." she said before dropping her purse on the hallway table. "Can I get you something to drink? I have whiskey, wine, soda or even tea."
Casting him a glance back over her shoulder, she continued into the main part of hte house and through a small setting room before flipping on a light that evidently lead to the kitchen.
"Everything we need we can find in here I think..."
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