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                                              Hm. Club was closing up. Dahlia flashed a look of disappointment in the red-headed man's direction. "Aww, sorry, darlin'," she said, skillfully feigning disappointment. "Looks like you'll have to stop by another time. You'll do that, won't you?" She added her cutest, most flirtatious smile, winked, then headed over to the bar where it seemed quite a crowd had gathered. More men. Two. And Charlie and Frank--the latter the one male Dahlia would tolerate.

                                              "Well, well, looks like there's a party going on over here and I'm missing out on it." Slowly Dahlia was slipping out of her daytime persona. The more sly, much less ditsy part of her personality was slipping into her voice. And God, was it a relief to hear again! She didn't let all of her act go, however, considering there were still people here she didn't know well. Besides, she was more focused on trying to figure out was going on. Because there was indeed something happening she had missed, and that bothered her greatly.

                                              (I apologize for this crap post. I just wanted to get into the RP again, and I'm still trying to figure out where everyone is... sweatdrop )


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Aria glance up at the clock and then her attention was move over to the crowd that slowly began to form around the bar. Since Charlee and Lucie were there, she didn't have to worry about them because both girls would be able to handle themselves and Frank was the extra bonus, if the two girls couldn't handle the clients then Frank would happily step in and teach them a few things.

Turning her head back to the new client, she thought it would be best if she let Dahlia handle this one, she always had a knack of things to attract the male audience. A talent that certainly came in handy at times. "Sweetie, I'll leave you two alone. Maybe he likes it one-on-one rather than a three way," she wink at the boy before leaving the two of them.

Going back on the prowl, she eye every client that had a dancer or a waitress at his side,the best that this club offers is entertainment and attention. Smiling to herself, she shook her head softly before coming to the decision of standing by the bar to listen in to what they were talking about.


OOC: From what I remember everyone is located at the bar of the club biggrin
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Lucie smiled and hugged her good friend back "where I got this? I'll tell you later and once we scrap some cash up we can go out shopping together." she said. She turned to Frankie when he asked if she wanted a drink "Oh no thanks honey, I can get a glass water my self just fine", when you lived in this world She and the rest of the girls lived in it was hard to find a guy who wasn't a pig or a guy who feared you, and Frankie was one of them. Suddenly she felt like some one was walking toward them, and the smell of weed made her turn her head away from the source, some mafia guy who had his hair slicked back. 'Ew' she thought as he began talking to Charlee with a German accent. she noticed Frankie do something under the bar, 'Ha, always prepared aren't you hun' she thought a small smile played on her lips when she realized he was loading a gun. she looked up at him with eyes that said 'I dont trust em either' and then looked back down at the bar with a relived sigh "almost over" she muttered. She rose from her seat and went behind the bar and reached up for a glass and pouted at being unable to reach, she was short and even being in heels didn't help her. Quickly though she jumped up onto the counter using sheer arm strength and then sitting on the edge she grabbed the glass and jumped down she smiled and went over to the small sink and got some water, chugging it down happily.
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Franklin's mouth dropped a little. "I didn't ask! Why would you... just, never mind." He really did hate it when the girls at the club thought things up like that and threw it into his face. Franklin looked over to the man ,who was accompanied by Lucie and Charlee, and saw the lifted glass. He grabbed the Svedka bottle off the shelf and walked over to the group and poured the liquid into the glass. His nose twitched at the smell of weed, "Get that s**t out of here! Who ever just smoked a blunt get out, wait five minutes, then I'll give you a drink." Franklin yelled this at the crowd of patrons, but knew who had just smoked it, the slick haired guy.

"Dehlia, Aria, either of you need drinks?" He called to the two and nodded at Lucie who was behind the bar's counter. Franklin didn't much like the Mafia members. He didn't have any grudges, it was just that he didn't like them. Franklin groaned slightly as more patrons flooded the bar for their drinks, which were made quickly, but for every one patron that got served, two seemed to take the place of said patron. Closing time was always hectic at the Club.


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Turning her head towards Frankie when he asked her what drink she wanted, her hand found its way to her chin as she held it, deep in thought about what she should drink. "Hmmm...." this was a very serious question, a life and death type of question that requires all of her knowledge and maturity in this. Finally coming to a decision, she stares intently at Frankie and keeps a straight face as she spoke, "I would like a margarita," each word was elongated but she finishes the sentence with a smile on her face. "Something simple to end this night," she said as she found a seat at one of the bar stools and resting her upper body on the bar.
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Markis entered the Cat Scratch Club and looked around seeing people in it and figured it was for the girls that worked there. He walked around looking for his 'Family' and then headed straight to the bar and put some money on the counter. He looked at the barkeeper and looked at the kinds of liquor they had "can i have a shot of tequila please". He waited for his drink and then turned in his seat waiting for some thing to happen he didn't know what was going on with them and the Club but either it was good or it was bad but he is always going to be on the side he knows most and thats the Mafias side. He pushed his hair back and fixed his jacket and sniffed his self "thats not me who smells like pot is it" he said to himself.

He looked at where the barkeeper was yelling and then saw a joint and laughed and looked at the crowd and figured he wasn't going to get his drink any time soon and sighed. He didn't want to be in a place not suitable for his kind and by his kind he meant Mafia. He checked to make sure he had his stuff on him and stood up back on the wall if any one was going to pick pocket him he'd know and he'd cut their fingers off.
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C harlee giggled at Frankie. She had to admit that she did find some fun in getting him a little worked up. "Relax, honey." She slipped a fifty dollar bill from one of the patrons into Frankie's tip jar. "I know you're not like that. Here's a peace offering. And don't tell me to take it back. If its my money, I'll use it how I please." She laughed again.

Lucie offered to go shopping with her. That was probably at the top of Charlee's favorite past times. "As soon as we get a day off we can go to that new place in Soho. It's 50's style lingerie. Just what we need." Charlee liked 50's style lingerie and pin ups. Her favorite pin up who inspired her to try out this job was Bettie Page.

Charlee looked at the clock. "Oh! Ladies! Any of you who are on next to perform, time to stop socializing. Lets go." She hopped up and thanked Frankie for the water. And spanked two girls to get them moving. She would not let anyone mess this up for her. It was her newest performance that she choreographed."I said now!"She moved towards back stage to change into a new top and make sure the music was ready. As she moved the backstage she noticed that the club went from a few mafia members to swarming. Goddamn, they're like roaches. Ugh. She thought to herself.


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Turning her head she saw the new participant of the club and eye him, trying to figure out if he was one of the regulars but she hasn't seen him here. Must be a new one she thought before glancing back at Frankie. Though her attention grew more when he ordered a glass of tequila and smiled because it was rare for a person to order tequila, usually everyone would order like vodka or some other kind of beer. Turning her attention towards him, her body face him and began to prepare herself for anything that might happen.

"Frankie hold my drink after I'm done," she said before standing up and following Charlee. It was their last number and the last one was always the best because they went all out. No one was a star or a diva, everyone just gets their own opportunity at the spot light. "So Charlee, any cuties out there for you?" she ask her with a coy smile as she began to redo her hair and and change into her last outfit.
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Franklin's face was a stupid smug smile, he hated when people got him worked up on a joke. A slight laugh escaped him, but he frowned when Charlee slipped a fifty into his tip jar. He was close to protesting, but she did get her point across. But, what made him angered the most was right as he finished Aria's margarita, he set a small slice of lime on the rim. "Yo! Tequila Man, over here." He called to the man against the wall. Franklin poured a shot of Tequila into, well, a shot glass.

Franklin poured himself a shot of Tequila and drank the liquid quickly and then set the glass into the sink as he quickly filled in an order for a group of assorted mixed drinks. Closing time.... so close Franklin thought and smiled as he mixed up some drinks and than handed them out. He wondered what this new show was going to be, something, well interesting to say the least. Then it struck him, he wasn't supposed to watch the shows, he was there to make drinks, and be friendly to the staff.
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The K N I F E slides down the tip of my T O N G U E
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I lean in just to L I C K the S W E A T off your face
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BSGBSGBSGKincaid glanced at his watch. He had about five minutes. The man he was waiting on was wearing a white suit, with a blue button up underneath. He had slightly shaggy brown hair, and a bit of facial hair, close to a 5’oclock shadow. Kincaid glanced at the picture to his left again. Then back down the x12 optic of his G36K. He slipped his finger to the safety, and checked the sights, then the wind. He knew the distance, just over 150 yards. He glanced at his watch. One minute till his hit was off. He licked his lips, and aimed down the sights once more, his finger sipping over the trigger gently as he watched the main entrance. He noticed a town car pull up, black, slightly tinted windows. The kind his group worked with. He knew it. Bullet proof glass, and thick steel plating for protection. If his target got there, then he would miss his chance to kill this snitch, and more would get out. Thirty seconds. He closed his eyes for a second, then steadied his breathing. He closed his left eye, and made himself as comfortable as he could in the slightly awkward position. He was in the third floor of a building across the street, the blinds pulled closed except for the silencer extending from his barrel almost an inch out from the covers. The blinds were parted slightly, allowing him a narrow view. It was all he’d need.

The doors opened moments later, and he took a second to recognize the target. He was walking like a man home free, like he was unstoppable and no one could do a damn thing about it. Kincaid took a long, breath, and held it. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.. As the targets driver opened the door, and the shaggy haired, arrogant traitor moved to climb into it, Kincaid took the shot. He exhaled, and the shot rang out, loud despite the silencer, though, they’d probably only hear the bullet. He watched his target fall back, his head disappearing behind the car. Kincaid smirked, and a few people screamed and ran, including the driver, who after disappearing behind the wheel of the car, drove off, leaving the target uncovered. Kincaid lined his sights, tempted to leave the man to suffer. To make a point clear. Instead, he did as he was told. He took the shot, and the mans head popped back, smacking against the asphalt and lying still, a small puddle starting to form behind him. Kincaid took another shot, effectively double-tapping him, and slipped the blinds closed.

He unattached the silencer, twisting it off and placing it in the spare box in his guitar case. Next came the butt of the rifle. He placed that at the bottom, where it went into a snug fit. He unattached the bi-pod and slipped that in after, then took the magazine out and placed that on the side, where it fit snuggly and hidden. He placed the rifle itself in next, pushing it into place loosely, then closed the lid, and locked it shut. He glanced down and picked up the three casings laying on the ground from the three shots he fired, then slipped them into his jeans pocket. No need to give himself away. He grabbed the strap of the guitar case and slipped it over his shoulders, carrying the load on his shoulders. He moved to the exit shortly after and left, locking the door behind him.

As he moved down the hallway, the elderly lady from the room next door had begun to step outside. “What’s with all the damn ruckus? Hearin’ some damn poppin’ noises from your room. Is there a girl in there?” she asked rather loudly, her white hair coming in clumps around her head, covering her hearing aid. He shook his head. “No ma’am. Just stretching out my back.” he told her and kept moving, walking past her. He ignored her the bickering questions the rest of the way. He took the stairs, if the cops knew his position, they’d take the elevator. He walked downstairs casually, and plugged in a pair of headphones as he walked, humming along with the music. He walked outside, as a few cop cars passed by, lights blazing. They must have been close, they had never responded so quickly. Kincaid moved smoothly, undisturbed. He passed the building where the dead man still lie, and glanced at his body, like any number of the passing civilians. He tapped the shoulder of a man who had been standing there since Kincaid had stepped out of his own perch and glanced at the body. “Hey man, What happened?” he asked quietly, trying not to disturb the cops who were placing tape around the scene. “Some wacko shot him as he was coming out of the building. I was in the lobby, heading out when he got shot. His driver left pretty damn quick.” he said and laughed. “Guy was a p***k anyways.” he said and cast Kincaid a glance. “Hey, did you know him..?” he asked nervously. “Nah, man. Just passing through.” he said and walked off, slipping his hands into his pockets, a soft smirk spreading across his lips as he walked.




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OutOfChaos;; Reusing old layouts. I’ll work on a new one later. Sorry about the length, got a bit excited. I like killing things... Uh. I mean...


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                                              Dahlia pursed her lips, considering a drink. Eventually, she just settled on a no, and shook her head. "Thanks, though," she called back to Franklin. The woman's eyes scanned the bar, noting the location of some of the more familiar faces, fellow Kittens included. What now? She wanted to sleep. Or maybe kill someone? Both? A light sigh escaped her lips, but her mouth eventually curled into a smile. Had to keep up appearances. Actually, about that drink... "On second thought," she started, turning back to Franklin. "Could I have something strong? Doesn't matter to me what it is." As long as it had a kick.



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Markis looked at the stage as he was waiting for a new show to begin and leaned comftorably against the wall. He looked at the bartender and looked as he poured him the tequila and smiled "thanks man".. He grabbed the shot glass and downed the drink in less than 5 seconds and smiled instead of making the face most people make from drinking tequila. He left the money on the counter and walked up to the stage and sighed "they should really tell people that they aren't going to be here when they say they are". He walked to the back and looked and saw some of the guys in the back of the stage and walked back to it and sighed "there you guys are i've been looking all over the club for you....what the hell we doing back here for the shows up front". He looked as a security checked him and sighed "like i'd kill a girl....pshhh yeah right...oh wait i would...but if i had a reason to".

He waited for the security to take his hand off him and walked back with the others and watched the show from back there. He didn't know why they came back here after their peace was broken but he just knew that he loves coming here and having fun. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it then started smoking it. He would've been getting a little bit high off of mother nature but this place seems to not like it so he didn't smoke and weed.

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C harlee stepped back stage and badgered the music and lights crew to make sure they had everything set up and ready. Charlee took performances very seriously especially since she had just been hired as choreographer for Leah's performances and a few of the performances for all the other dancers. "The artist is My Darkest Days, track 9, Porn Star Dancing and please make sure the bass is adequate. It's a rock and roll song."

As Charlee stripped down to nothing back stage she replied to Aria. "Ha! Honey, you know that no man gets my attention unless he's willing to chase me. We do have a pretty attractive audience. Which is surprising, many of them are usually balding middle aged men looking to spend money." She mulled it over as she slinked on some cheeky black lace panties and some thigh high leather boots. She did like older men. She was fond of just about any type of man. "We have quite a few that caught my eye but anyone can do that. The question is, can they keep my attention?" Charlee laced herself up in a black leather and red satin corset.

She sighed as she fixed her long auburn hair in the mirror. "Come, dear. Time for the last performance. Oh! I'm so excited. I worked so hard on it. I know Leah will just love it." She sauntered on stage along with her fellow dancers as the riff of an electric guitar began to play. As the music picked up the dancers picked up the tempo and swung their hips at center stage flanked by two girls pole dancing on either side of the stage.

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Franklin smiled at what Dehlia said, a drink with kick...doesn't matter what it is. That was Franklin's mentality on most drinks. "I have 130 proof Lucid Absinthe." He said as he pulled the bottle of the shelf. Franklin grabbed a small glass and set it in front of Dehlia, then poured the green liquid into the glass. "Drink it slow. That stuff will knock your socks, or stockings take your pick, off." He set the bottle back on the shelf and set it back far enough so it wouldn't fall. That would be a horrible shame, if the bottle fell.

Franklin looked to the stage as a guitar riff blared. He watched for a minute, but than went back to serving smashed patrons who kept coming back for more, depositing cash on the counter and he stuffed it all into the Club's Bar Jar. They were making a killing tonight, like every night.
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Charlee always seems to surprise her as she commented that the men must follow her and keep her attention if she wish to like them. Though in her case, she just wants someone who likes her for who she is, they don't need money they just need love. Brushing her pink hair, she glance at the mirror before standing up. "Alright ladies let's get this show going" she said out loud, feeling the adrenaline rush fill her body. Charlee was already on stage and the song began to play for her, making Aria more excited and energetic for her own show.

She change into a black corset top with a black skirt, making sure that the red heels stood out on the stage. Always good to stand out in a good way, she thought. Taking in a deep breath, she practice one move before making her way to the stage, standing on the side as she saw Charlee do her dance number.

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