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 Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 12:55 am
The Black Lilly. On the outside it appears to be a high end nightclub for the rich to go to and play. In reality it is a brothel for the rich so that they can go and play with the young and beautiful all they want, for a fee of course. And of course there is always the top courtesan, another word for a fancy whore to be perfectly blunt. At the black Lilly they prize a certain young individual by the name of Ion, the 'Flower' of the Black Lilly as most would call him. He is prized for his pretty face, thin body and of course androgyny.
It is perfectly possible to buy one of these Courtesans to be exclusively yours, and all are reasonably affordable, all except for Ion. Thought there had been those who have tried to literally steal Ion away, it is also common for people to put up an offer for him. But that has never worked and currently the price to have him exclusively is 1.5 million, which of course is completely unreasonable for even some of the wealthiest people out there.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:17 am
 Large brown eyes stared out the window to the street below, a dull look of boredom crossing the pretty face of the petite male. It had been a painfully slow day and his only Client had been an older gentleman who came all the time to simply drink tea and chat with him. It didn't make sense to Ion of course, for someone to waste there money to simply talk to him... but it wasn't his place to say anything. All he had to do was look pretty and please his guests...in any way they desired. It wasn't that he minded, Ion was used to this way of life seeing as he had literally been raised in the Black Lilly. This place was and always had been the place he called home, no matter how immoral of a place it was. He found himself wondering what it would be like to walk around the streets with people, friends.... and simply shook the thought from his mind. It wasn't his place to wonder that either. "You're just a doll for the rich" He muttered to himself in a rather flat tone. His eyes betrayed the bluntness of his voice however, a soft glimmer in his pretty brown eyes.
"Ion! You look like a slob!" Came a voice from the doorway, which the male immediately responded to. His gaze landed upon a pretty blonde with a bombshell figure, lovely blue eyes and slightly curly black hair. "Your clients would be disappointed to see you like this, put something nice on" she stated lightly, though she had a smile on her face. She had just had a shower, that he could tell from her dampened hair which meant that she must have had a client in her room until recently. "Yeah... I'll do that" He stated with a sigh and stood. "Go back to your room and clean up, I bet it's a mess in there" He stated with a wicked grin that made the girl blush as she scurried off, he had been right.
Rolling his shoulders back he heard them pop slightly and sighed, too much tension it seemed, but oh well. He walked over to the door and closed it so that he could change out his lounging clothes and into a soft off white shirt that hung on his shoulders and a pair of black slacks. After slipping on some comfortable shoes he wandered over to the vanity in his room and brushed his long chocolate brown locks, not bothering to tie them up today. Once he had finished Ion wandered out of his room and into the hallway, greeting others as he wandered, both clients and courtesans alike littered the hall. Ion however never had to take someone to his private room and was given a separate location within the building when he had clients... Quietly he entered the front room where most clients got to see the courtesans for the first time and decide who they wanted for the night or next few hours.... and thus, Ion took a seat on a comfortable leather couch, letting his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room as he waited. Time to work it would seem.... Many guests approached them to simply talk first, if they were well liked...well then with a simply fee the courtesan was theirs for the night, but they could not leave the building.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 1:43 am
 The day started off like any other which was dealing with dull and boring clients. It was only during the midday where things became more interesting and fun, in Donald's mind. Ew, how he hated that name. That was why people called him Donny, Don or Mr. Snakes. Why Mr. Snakes? Well one would have to learn what his true business was behind being the CEO of a large corporation. If one had to label it, he worked above and below ground. Below ground was where all the illegal things occurred. Whether it be drugs, the black market or any other things one could think of. In his case he was the head of a local Mob, a mob that wasn't to be trifled with and he was a feared man in both the above world and down below. He isn't always a stern and angry man, he knew how to smile and how to have a good time. Normally he spent that good time at nightclubs or high end brothels though the one he currently went to was owned by a man who owed him a certain amount of money and the place quickly became dull so Don was sure to shut that place down... permanently as well as the owner. One should know that if they are to borrow money from the great Don, then they better be damn sure they can pay him back because in the end there would be dire consequences!
The room he stood in echoed his last statement. "So you're the rat?" He was staring down at a man who was tied up to a chair, drenched with his hair dripping. His glare made it impossible for the man to look at him. Though he had no choice. One of Don's men grabbed the males face and forced hi to look up at him.
"Mr. Snakes asked you a question," the small and pungent man said as he smiled, clearly knowing what would happen in the next couple of minutes. He watched as the man looked at Don with horror filled eyes.
"P..please d..d..don't kill me! I..I promise I didn't say anything on p..purpose! They threatened my family if I didn't give them the information they wanted!" He wailed and pleaded, sobbing like a pathetic idiot thinking he would gain Donny's sympathy.
"Shut up," was all he had to say to get the man to stop though he was shaking and his eyes still leaked out tears, his voice was dark...low and cold. Don looked at the man while blowing smoke up into the air, his cigarette now between his fingers. "You should have realized that I would do far worse. I don't like rats and when there is a rat in my presence I like to destroy it. You have made my life complicated now and I must have my men clean up your mess. Both your mess now and the mess you created last night." A grin grew upon his face and it was as if the man was looking up at the devil smiling down at him.
"Wait...wait! No please! I'm so-" Before he could even finish he watched as the cigarette fell from Don's fingers and landed right in the puddle he was sitting in. Within seconds the man was screaming in agony as fire engulfed his whole body. The man had been drenched in gasoline.
Donny chuckled and looked over at his men, "Clean up the mess later, I'm off to locate my new fun house." After the men said 'yes sir' he turned and left his office and made his way back to the building where he worked in the 'normal world'. There he went to his office and changed out of one suit and put on another. Whenever he went to a new 'night club' he was sure to establish his status as a rich man as well as the famous leader of the Mob. Everyone who ran a 'dirty' business knew about him. It was a matter of time that Black Lilly would finally be blessed with his presence though no doubt it was a bit nerve wracking to even have him there. Nonetheless his business was like finding a gold mine.
He soon reached the night club and got out of his limo and walked in with two body guards that were heavily armed but Donny was just as armed as the two. He smiled as he strolled in, people whispering and spreading the word that Mr. Snakes was here. The cigarette in his mouth was almost a trade mark.He simply drew in the smoke and blew it out as he scanned the place. No doubt the owner would be coming over to him any minute.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:01 am
The moment the dark haired man had set foot in the building the air seemed to change. Everyone who knew him froze up and those who didn't were left puzzled by the effect he had on their guests. Ion let his gaze wander to the owner as he scurried up to the man. "Mr.Snakes, how kind of you to visit our little establishment. Welcome to the Black Lilly. Is there anything I can do for you?" He man asked. The owner wasn't a slime ball like most, he was actually a very clean looking middle aged man, average in looks but he had business sense. It was simply weird to see him acting so polite towards someone and well.... Ion knew in an instant that the man was important, perhaps even dangerous...no scratch that, he was dangerous. Ion could feel it, and his instincts were never wrong. Plus the look in the mans eyes....he was a killer, that was for sure.
Brown eyes turned to look at the young raven haired girl from before, she was absolutely terrified....she had good sense too. It was times like these that someone offered themselves up so that the others didn't have to go through something terrible...this time though, no one wanted to approach and so Ion found himself sighing inwardly. The brunette stood from where he was and broke the stillness in the room, all eyes turning upon the brunette as he got himself another drink. He wasn't a timid kitty that would freeze up at any sign of danger, and his movements seemed to ease some of the tension as soft chatter started up again. A few clients and courtesans slipped away for some private time, and to get away from the tense atmosphere.
Ion simply wandered back to his seat and smiled at the girl, who visibly relaxed at his calm gesture of affection. He liked her, she was like a little sister in many ways. Ion was young, but not mentally. Physically he was nineteen years old, and mentally he was somewhere in his mid to late twenties. Why? Losing your childhood and innocence at a young age did that to a person. Ion simply sipped at his drink, it was punch laced with rum it would seem, not that it affected the male much. Ion had quite the resistance to alcoholic drinks thanks to the amount of Clients that tried to get him drunk and then have their way with him. Ion simply yawned as he looked over at his manager and the man, it was funny to see the owner groveling before someone, but still unnerving. Not that Ion would show that he was unnerved, he had to stay strong for the rest of them.
Not all of them had been raised to be courtesans as he had been, those who were had more composure, those who weren't.... were completely and utterly terrified by the mans presence though they did their best to hide it. Brown eyes shifted to the girl again "Relax" He stated in a soft tone, his voice crooning and soothing enough for the girl to return a small smile of her own as she nodded and stood up herself to go and talk to a client on the other side of the room, out of the dark haired males vision where she would be safe. Ion simply nodded his approval slightly as she slipped off and leaned back in his seat, this would be a long night.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:16 am
Don had his small conversation with the man though he was uninterested in standing there to even talk to the man. His clear annoyance could be felt so after the conversation was over the man had scurried off to continue whatever it was he was up to. It seemed that the men he was with were told to go off and have their own fun because they had scurried off and went to find some nice women to cozy up to and have a great time. Normally Don spent the night in the fanciest room with who ever he chose to have 'fun' with. His eyes scanned the area and he had watched a woman slip away after speaking to what looked to be a woman but most likely just one of those guys that looked like a female. Those were always fun to mess with. Either way he found the girl who rushed off far more interesting. Those who were terrified of him brought a sense of joy tingling in his body. He was sadistic after all.
A small smirk grew on his face as he strolled across the room, eyeing the young lad on the couch who sipped casually and clearly didn't show that he feared him which made him want to join him on the couch but he decided not to, at least not today. He found the girl Ion had been talking to and with one wave of his hand the client she was with ran off like a coward. If she tried to run it would displease him and the owner would no doubt punish her severely. Taking a seat next to her he smiled and took his sunglasses off, his eyes just as scary as his smirk. He reached out and grabbed her chin between his thumb and middle finger so that he could look at her more clearly. He wasn't too old, merely twenty two years old. And to think he had the reputation he had. It was rather amazing.
"And what is your name?" He said in a softer and cool tone, very contradictory to how he looked. His voice typically had more expression/emotion than his face showed. Clearly he meant no harm but still he gave off that aura. "Do I frighten you?" He laughed, the laugh rather dark and spine chilling.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:30 am
The dark haired girl froze up when he took her chin in his hand, of course she was terrified but she simply averted her eyes and remained silent for a moment. "Amelia" He muttered softly, not bothering to answer the question seeing as she knew it was obvious. She cast her gaze over to Ion...who had noticed the scene almost instantly and set his glass down on the table. "S'cuse me~" Ion chided rather...pleasantly? No, it wasn't a pleasant tone, it was too daring to be pleasant. Ion was forcing the man to look at him with his tone of voice, he knew the man would hate to be interrupted. "I hate to interrupt, but Amelia. You borrowed my favorite shirt the other day and I really need it back. Mind being a dear and getting it for me?" He stated in an all too pleasant tone....one that she was happy to oblige too. Without hesitation she pulled her chin from his grip and literally ran from the room, though she went to Ions room instead to hide. If someone went to look for her in her room, it would look like she had gone missing.
Ion now looked at the man , folding his arms behind his back in a rather nonchalant and relaxed manner. "I hope you don't mind my company instead, but the shirt was a gift and she's had it for over a week now" He stated lightly, waiting to see if the man would allow him to sit down or if he was going to get angry. He wouldn't blame him, Amelia was a beauty and Ion had just permitted the girl to slip away from him. "I'm Ion" He added lightly, knowing that his name was strongly associated with the Black Lilly. He was the top courtesan after all, it seemed Androgyny was well liked by the upper class men.
Ion had to force himself to stay calm of course, he was dealing with a very dangerous man, that he knew. How dangerous though, was completely beyond the petite brunettes knowledge, though he was sure the other would let him know... "Do excuse me for saying so, but you're not the friendliest looking character...and it's obvious your quite young too. I figure your someone i should know about, but i'm stuck here all the time so i'm afraid i'm rather behind on who's known as 'dangerous'" He chimed, completely at ease, or outwardly at least. In a sense he was provoking the man to talk to him, it was what he was good at. Apparently people liked his witty charm....Ion honestly didn't get it at all.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:45 am
Oh, things just got a bit more interesting. He had watched the woman get up and rush off to get a shirt that didn't exist and she would have to thank her savior when he left and she had the chance to do so. A smile twitched on to his face briefly before he sat there with an amused smirk, his right ankle placed on top of his left knee. He was leaning back, relaxing and breathing out smoke every now and then. He listened to the young man speak though it was really nothing he wanted to hear. What he yearned for was a yelp or a scream of either immense pleasure or immense pain. The very thought of it caused his shoulder to shake ever so slightly to indicate that he was laughing silently to himself. Funny how this young man had the balls to actually replace the girl with himself. Clearly he really didn't know who Don was. Not only was he freakishly strong but his accuracy with a gun was rather frightening to see. Nonetheless he didn't show any signs of irritation or anger. He was simply amused.
"We'll pretend that shirt of yours exists though I don't mind you keeping me company. That girl was rather plain not to mention her awkward figure, not something appealing." Yes, he was insulting the girl though only to see how the boy would react since it was clear he had some sort of close relations with the girl that had run off. If he didn't then she would still be here in his mercy. Don even added, "I don't think she would even last thirty seconds in the presence of a real man anyway. She's just a little pathetic girl." He chuckled and put out his cigarette by smothering it on the ash tray that sat on the table beside the couch he sat on.
From a distance he spotted his men having a good time with some women though the women were a bit hesitant to be with them since they were a part of Donny's group and so they assumed they were just as dangerous...or maybe less but still more dangerous then their usual clients.
"Sit then. You took away my company and therefore you can either go fetch me a prettier one or sit down and keep me company like you said," Don muttered nonchalantly as he caught the arm of a young blond woman who yelped when he suddenly grabbed her. He honestly didn't even hold on to her tightly, it was just the fact that it was HIM that did it was that made her give such a reaction. Nonetheless she had looked at him and uttered out nervously a 'y..y..yes?' and he was sure to tell her to get him a drink and bring it to him quickly. The moment his hand left her wrist she had bolted to the bar to get his drink. Fear. What a great thing to give others.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 2:58 am
Ion grinned inwardly, on the outside he was smiling...but inside, he was also amused. What a tough guy this was, so cold. Ice king. The new nickname he would keep to himself, yup, that'd do. Ion took a seat, though he didn't sit across from the man, but beside him instead. If he liked fear, then that would be the thing Ion would show him the least, what a kill joy he was. "How kind of you to 'pretend' my shirt doesn't exist, and your right. Amelia doesn't have much experience, she is just a girl, young too" He stated lightly, not at all offended. Why would he be? Technically he and Amelia were nothing but expensive whores for the rich, it was hard to be insulted by someones words in Ions mind.
Ion simply smiled pleasantly "Well, might I ask for your name?" He inquired "Or shall it be a mystery to me" He added, plainly stating that it was up to the man to make himself known or not. It wasn't just Amelia Ion worried about, but she had been the one in the most immediate danger and Ion...well he had plenty of experience with men, where as Amelia did not. She was still in her first year and to put it bluntly, she wasn't very skilled yet. This man had been clearly amused by something...how unsettling that was. Ion's gaze turned to the blonde who returned with the males drink and quickly set it on the table, catching a soft smile from Ion which she returned shakily before she scurried off. Ion was well liked, he usually put himself into the more troubling situations to stop anyone else from getting hurt. Why? He was the sibling type....an older brother who didn't like letting others get hurt when he could do something to help. Ah how a pretty face and small body came in handy.
"Surely you didn't come here to simply drink and talk. My fee is a bit higher than most, but I'd be glad to accompany you this evening" He purred ever so sweetly, a slightly more coy tone lacing his words. If he chose Ion for the evening, everyone else would be free of this mans presence and things would return to normal. Ah, he was so nice making himself a human sacrifice...there was not a doubt in Ions mind that this man was cruel. "Unless you don't, enjoy, my company" he added, sounding slightly 'hurt' of course, he wasn't, but hey, he was a good little actor. Had to be, to be a courtesan.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 3:12 am
Taking up his drink he focused more on the taste then the males words. His eyes continued to scan the room as he spotted some women who seemed to be worthwhile. The smirk on his face never left his face as he put the cup down as it was now empty considering he had gulped down the whiskey as if it were orange juice, It was good to know that their alcohol was good quality and that he didn't have to go and confront the owner to get better s**t or he would just have someone come in and destroy his shelf of alcohol. Nothing disgusting should ever be sold. With that it was clear that he had a sophisticated taste. This was n interesting interaction but he felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Yes...he knew what it was. He reached over and let a piece of piece of ice slide out of the glass and into his mouth before setting the glass back down and glancing over at the male.
Yes, he was the hero type, to rescue anyone he liked even if it meant putting himself in danger. So dissatisfying. And here he thought he would have fun with this boy. Perhaps later he will break the boy but for now he would do so in a matter of going for someone else. With that in mind he suddenly stood up and didn't bother to look at the boy as he spoke.
"Mr. Snakes is what everyone calls me, and I have a distaste for hero's so perhaps I will come back some other time for your company. For now I wish to catch myself a cute fox." He chuckled and walked off not interested in hearing anything the young man had to say. Instead he simply stole one of the women who was with a client. The man was ready to protest but a single stare from Donny had the man tuck his tail between his legs and search for another courtesan. In fact the man went over to Ion to see if he could have Ion's company.
Donny's intentions were rather clear. The woman wasn't as frightened as the other younger girls were, but still she was nervous. Although he wanted fear. So with that he had purposely adjusted his coat to let his two hand guns flash. Her tan skin had gone pale and she grew frightened but nonetheless she had to sit with him and keep him company and soon enough she would have to take him to her room to please him. He was here for that reason after all. He couldn't remember the last time he screwed a woman to the point where she would be indisposed for a day or two. He sure did have that ability. He could either be gentle and loving or sadistic and rough.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 3:24 am
Ion watched as the male walked off, yep, and ice king....well, if that's how he wanted to play, so be it. Ion stood as well, making sure to walk by the man as he headed towards another customer "How boring, afraid you wont satisfy?" He purred, just loud enough for the girl and Mr.Snakes to hear. Yes, Ion was playing a risky game, but that's what he did. He simply walked over to another man who grinned at Ion as the small boy snaked an arm up around his neck. "Mr.Snakes wouldn't play with me, so won't you?" He cooed sweetly, knowing that he would surely give in to temptation. The way Ion acted was causing a stir in quite a few male guests who now eyed him. Perhaps the Ice king didn't know, but Ion was known here for his skill. "Go talk to the owner and buy my time?" He added gently, slipping his arm away, though he stopped to place a hand on the mans cheek "Please?" He added, which instantly got the man to nod as he turned to go and pay for Ion.
Ion simply cast Mr.Snakes a look of disappointment, yes, he was openly taunting the man. "No fun" He stated louder, knowing that everyone around them would hear and realize that this was indeed a jab at Mr.Snakes. "Ice King~" he added ever so sweetly, letting his weight settle so that his right hip was popped ever so slightly. He knew the courtesan he'd chosen, she wasn't actually a bad pick to be perfectly honest. Ion however, continued to taunt the man. Why not? It was certainly amusing.
Ion couldn't help but let that grin slip onto his lips, everyone knew this side of Ion. If anything, Ion was a trouble maker and he loved to taunt people, no matter how dangerous. Any fear Ion had felt for the man he had just declared the Ice king, had basically vanished.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 3:37 am
The boy became a mice. Not a rat which would spare his life but a mouse was just as fun to destroy. It seemed that the boy was beginning to go into dangerous waters. He didn't mind him saying that he was afraid he wouldn't satisfy because Don knew his skills and so did many men and women out there who had the pleasure of being in bed with him on any given night. He wasn't the type who would let such a child get to him like that with whatever game he was playing. The thing that irritated him was the people beginning to mutter and question his position. Getting questions about his strength and his status was a rather stupid thing anyone could ever do. Either way they continued jawing as they watched the man go off to get the owner to buy the time with Ion. The man even went so far as to get two drinks.
It all happened rather quick. The man had stood frozen a couple feet away from Ion with scattered glasses in hand. He had dropped them and fled the Black Lily and he wasn't the only one. At least half the costumers left for their lives. The owner would have no choice but to show his face again because the gun shot echoed every where. Don had put his hand gun back and looked away form the hole on the wall over to Ion, winking at him. Don played a far different game, a game of how long until he let his victim live. Nonetheless people just watched the type of precision he had.
The woman beside him shook his fear and she tried to slip away but he had grabbed her arm and brought her back, wrapping her arm around her shoulders. The owner came over clearly concerned and no doubt angry but what the hell would he do? Kick him out? That would be suicide. The owner simply asked what had happened.
Don pointed over at Ion. "You really need to put tape on that boys mouth. He isn't disciplined properly. And to disrespect me meant that you had to face the consequences since he is your employee. Therefore you have lost half your costumers. But fear not I'm still here and so long as my irritation level doesn't go up again then all will be fine. Oh and I suggest you get that hole on your wall fixed. And either you give me that boy for free tonight or half the price. That way I won't have you pay for the bullet I just wasted. They are expensive after all." Not that he wasted a lot of money on bullets as if they were made of gold, just that he used his gun for business reasons. So, whenever he had to use it out of business the person it was aimed toward etc. had to be the one to pay. The shitty thing about mobsters was the fact that they owned the police. Not all, but enough.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 3:51 am
Ion didn't even flinch, strange? Maybe, but for some reason the gun shot above his head meant nothing to him, seeing as Don hadn't actually shot him. Some of the people in the room probably thought Ion was crazy for saying all this to Mr.Snakes, even Ion thought himself nuts....ah well. At the wink Ion simply grinned, now he was playing! Yep, Ion had gotten himself into trouble, but no prophet was lost since the man from before had already payed, how nice. Ion payed no mind to the woman, if he did then it would look like he cared. he did, but it was better to make it seem like only Amelia was worth worrying about in his mind.
"The hel--... Mr.Snakes." the owner quickly covered up, his eyes widening at the scene and he quickly glared at Ion. He wouldnt be able to discipline Ion, he already knew the boy was impossible to break which had been a pain to deal with, but nothing this extreme had ever happened. "F-free." he quickly stated, knowing that even half prince could induce more anger from the male and he really did not want that. Ion simply waltzed forward and stopped in front of Don with a grin on his lips, yep, it probably seemed like Ion was completely out of his mind.
"I have a private room for my guests." He stated simply, inquiring that the girl would not be coming. "No one to interfere or distract" He added simply, his hands locks behind his back. Was it bad that Ion felt the incredible need to slap this man? most likely, well, whatever. Ion cocked his head to the side ever so slightly, letting his gaze move to fuming manager who simply glared at Ion, whilst Ion returned his glare with an innocent smile. He wouldnt be mad for long, no one could really stay mad at Ion for some off reason. He was just too likeable. "You scared away one of my regulars though" Ion stated with a slight pout, looking as if he were disappointed that the man left. He made it seem as if he wanted the other mans attention and not Dons.... It was simply too much fun to play games with people, he couldn't help himself.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 4:05 am
The male reminded Donny of someone...but it was something he didn't want to sit there and think about. Instead he glanced over at his men who were sitting there watching, ready to strike if need be. Instead he motioned for one of them to come over and when he did he simply tossed the poor woman at him and the two left to her room. She was probably glad that it wasn't Donny but either way so long as no other man had gotten the fox he wanted he was fine with it. He then looked over at the owner who had given Ion for free, probably the first time it ever happened. Nonetheless he nodded as the poor man before fishing in his pocket to pull out a small wad of cash that was around five hundred dollars. It was toilet paper compared to what money he had. He simply tossed it at the man who gave a confused look. "That's for the damage of the two cups and for some of the costumers that fled. You musn't assume that I'm completely evil." With a grin he pulled out a cigarette and plopped it between his lips before lighting it.
Standing up and looked at Ion and leaned in so their faces were inches from one another. Donny was clearly taller. Blowing smoke in the males face he spoke lowly, "The way you cover up what you truly want to say and do is rather cute if you ask me. But I like bluntness in a man and a woman. Every man that asks for you is just another costumer to you, you favor none, that much is obvious." He chuckled and reached out and dared to tussle the boys hair. He stood up straight and with a nod waited for Ion to lead him to his private room. He was yet to conclude what he wanted to do. Honestly he was really just planning on having someone give him a massage, his whole body was tense from all the work this week.
He was sure to tell the owner to send someone to bring him drinks and he also wanted a bottle of their finest wine. Not to share but to drink for himself. Something about wine made him feel at ease. Most likely because it brought a sense of when he was a child. Odd, but it was a long story.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 4:21 am
Ion raised a brow, he wanted him to be blunt? Alright then. "Blunt it is then" the boy stated, his suddenly pleasant demeanor shifting ever so slightly. Ion was a bit of a brat, and he didn't plan on changing that. "Then may i be ever so blunt and say please keep the cancer to yourself? I like my lungs the way they are" He chimed, before he turned to lead the male away. "But me not favoring anyone, i wouldn't say that's exactly true" He added as he lead the male through the halls towards the room he always used for clients, once there he plopped down on the couch. Yep, bluntness meant that Ion would feel free to act as he always did. "Acting cute is a pain anyways. Amelia tells me to be 'nice' to the customers, so i oblige" He stated as he stretched his arms up above his head and yawned.
"Really though, Cancer, it sucks." He stated, obviously indicating what he thought of the little stick of death the male was currently inhaling smoke from. Ion pulled his hair over one shoulder, running his fingers through his long chocolate locks. "So? What did you want humm?" He voiced, he had technically been bought. So, it was Ion's job to do what ever was asked of him. The way Ion acted now was....almost feline? He had simply made himself comfortable and acted without really caring about the others opinion of him. Yup, that was Ion.
"OH! and since you told me to be blunt. Keep the fire arms and Ice king thing to a minimum kay? We have other people to cater to, not just dangerous men who like to wave their toys around and scare harmless little girls" He purred, obviously the more mischievous type when he was just being himself. He couldn't help himself, something about this man bothered him and thus he decided that he'd just be his blunt, sarcastic, and not exactly all that nice, self. Well no, that was a lie. Actually Ion was very nice to those he thought deserved it, and he loved to care for people.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2012 10:16 pm
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