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 Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 7:50 pm
"What may i ask is so bad about these two?" Walter asked in a low tone as he slipped beside Matthew to have something of a private conversation. "I mean honestly.. how bad can they be?" Walter added.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:10 pm
 xx Bela stopped, took a deep calming breath and exhaled. God, teenagers. So ******** moronic. He was 18. " Keith, do you think I'm honestly that stupid? I've been humiliated enough," she spat, narrowing her sapphire eyes at him. " And lets not forget, it's not like I can trust you that much either!" she whispered heatedly, inching forward. " Think of it, like a game. You," she poked his chest, " Me," she put her other hand on her chest, " And Boobs McAsstown, over there. No scamming involved," she raised her hands up, palms facing toward him. " But, you know, no rules, either." she proposed, because she thought Alice had only hired Integra. Not the whole bunch. " Because, with that hair and those boobs, we can end up on the street. It's not like you wouldn't have any experience in that department, but I'm thinking about me here. So, what do you say?" she asked, moving her face close to his. Locking her blue eyes with his, internally hoping he'd have a change of heart and help her. Though she highly doubted that shrivelled black thing would be any help. His heart, she means. Matthew only chuckled at this, " You'll see." he replied unhelpfully, " But it's not like their super bad, they just like to... instigate things." he explained, patting his knee from where he had sat down.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:17 pm
"I dont like instigators.. there's no reason for it." Integra sighed, she pushed some of her beautiful rose colored hair back behind her tan shoulder. Adjusting her shirt she folded one sexy long leg over the other. Her cute expensive, high heeled stilletos glinted in the dim light.
Walter and Pip were fighters, but only if they had to be. Otherwise they didnt start s**t, but they would end it and fast. Thats why she stayed with the boys. Even Jan didnt like confrontation and while he was mouthy and disrespectful he didnt like crossing people. Not from the background he came from. For him it was better to make friends with all.. more money.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:29 pm
Keith turned his head toward the group, eyeing the woman. His gazed staid on her for a moment before returning to Bela. Did she meants that... no.... Unless.... ********. "Wait.... You means she ******** hired STD-Central there? Like, the ********? Why? Me and you are goo enough. You get the lesbian and straight male, I get the Gays and Straigh Woman, and we fight each other to death for the bisexual and those to shy to admit what they really like! Nothing to damn hard to understand there! Why they ******** would she hired her?" Well, that was sure to be a problem later on. No ******** way he would let his tips be stollen by some newcomming b***h! Of course, he didn't realize that this was what he had actually done to Bela only a season ago. Of course, he didn't took for himself what that pinkslut over there would take... He closed his eyes, trying to think. God, he was happy that for once he wasn't high... "Alright, fine. What so you propose?"
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:46 pm
xx
"I never said I had a plan," Bella frowned, "But we need to get that b***h the hell out of here!" she let out an aggravated breath, grinding her teeth together. "Our shift is starting soon, anyway. I'll see you downstairs." she turned to leave, taking a few steps, before turning back. She fixed up the buttons for him, then. To which she only smiled at him and replied, "Us sluts need to look out for each other." she winked, headed downstairs and to the little group.
"Why, hello," Bella smiled, "We haven't officially met, I'm Bella James. Officially, the b***h in this joint. It'll be your pleasure." she stuck her hand out to Integra, she thought she might as well give her the welcome wagon. No pretenses, she was sure Matthew and Alice had already clued them in by how they were looking at her. That didn't mean her tone was at all kind or welcoming, for that matter.
Matthew only leaned forward in his chair, wanting to see how this would play out. "Like that." he replied, looking back at Integra.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 8:56 pm
Integra looked to Bella sipping on her drink through a tiny straw just for the fun of it. She was quite beautiful this Bella creature. And yet already she was being a b***h. Integra set down her drink and stood up. She leaned in close to Bella and smiled. "So i see, and no it wont. Integra Fairbrooke Wingates. Itll be your pleasure." Integra said coldly before she smiled and turned to her boys.
"These are my boys, ******** with me. You ******** with them." Integra stated coldly and with a sly smirk. "This is Pip, and this is Walter." Integra said as she presented the boys like she was some show girl presenting the prizes on a game show. She gave a half lidded gaze to Bella. "They're also your coworkers." Integra said before she finished her drink and passed the empty glass to Walter.
"Good day Ma'am." Walter said with a smile to Bella as he washed the empty glass, as he stood behind the bar, along with Matthew. "I see what you mean ol boy."
"Bonjour." Pip added as he waved with a smile, before turning back to Alice.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 9:29 pm
 Keith looked at back at Bela and Integra. Unlike Bela, he wasn't the kind to go be a cold b***h to them. No, he would be a ******** b*****d from affar. If Bela didn't have a plan, it was alright. He would figure somethign himself. He was Judith's son after all. That cunning mind must've run in the familly. He kept looking over the new commers, staying in the corner and forgeting about his drink waiting for him on the counter, or even to smoke....smoke....ohhhh..... He inwardly smiled as a plan came through his mind. He walked back to the bar sitting where his drink was waiting for him and took his cellphone, calling Conor.
"Hey Dude, it's me. ******** you dude... So, yeah, ya remeber last year's Thanksgiving? Yeah, well, it ******** happen again. Ya know, ******** rain and everything. Think you can do somethign about it? Yeah... yeah... No, the other.... Yeah that should be good... How long till you're here?... Uh... ******** dude... Hahahahahah! Yeeeep You got that right... Alright. ******** hurry, I wont be able to live without smokes for too long." On that he closed his phone and too a sip out of his drink. Only a mater of time now.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 9:49 pm
xx
Bella widened her eyes, her hand flying up to her chest in fake astonishment. This b***h had balls, what a surprise-- not! "Oh, baby girl, I don't think you understood. I never asked for your name. I was just trying, that being the keyword here, to be polite. I'm trying to turn this new leaf over, but I'm failing quite miserably right now. Oops, sorry!" she said with a syrrupy sweet voice and shrugged, with an 'what can you do?' look. Oh-ho? "And also, if what you say is true, maybe I should ******** around with you more often." she smiled coyly at Pip, who was closest. Then shot a quick dirty look at Alice, though she probably didn't see it. All of them? ALL OF THEM?! Seriously, Alice? Go screw yourself. she thought, before shaking her head.
Matthew could only shake his head, Bella really was something. Never a dull day with these two. Bella James and Keith... something. But he had no idea why she continued to make enemies, it was just so... illogical. Sure, she had a nice body, but it didn't mean she had to b***h off everybody. Had she really gotten by living like this all her life?
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 10:10 pm
Walter eyed Keith while he was on the phone, before his gaze went back to the cat fight.
"Right. Well if you want to be a child about this, miss insecure. Then so be it. But i dont play stupid bloody games. Im here to do a job. Now.. if you'll excuse me." Integra said as she walked away from Bella.
Hansel came back into the Grindhouse it had been a bit. He was about to like a cigarette when it was stolen out from his gloved fingers.
"Hello, I'm Integra, your entertainment for the evening." Integra smiled as she slipped his cigarette between her teeth and wrapped her arm around his neck. She pressed herself close to him and ran her hand up his chest to take hold of his tie.
"G-guten tag." Hansel said half frozen by the girl jumping on him, half liking it. "Virklich? Ach i mean.. really?" Hans asked the girl- no this wa no girl.. this was a beautiful.. beautiful fraulien.
"If you want, and you have the money." Integra said as she leaned in and brushed her lips against his ear. Hans melted on the spot and closed his eyes in pleasure.
"Sure-" Hans said in a higher octave then normal, that is until he cleared his throat and he nodded. "Ja. Ztats gut." Hans said still taken aback but he wasnt complaining. Not when Integra brushed her curvacious body against his and she kissed his neck with her soft lips.
Integra didnt waste time, she didnt let people come to her. She went after them. If they wanted a strip show they'd get one. If they wanted a private one they would get one.. for more money. If they wanted more than that... well.. you get the picture.
"Alice, Madame." Integra said as she turned, taking Hans's hands and putting them on her nice firm curvy a**. "There wouldnt be a private place i could take this delicious Deutsche Commrade would there?"
"Ach ja bitte. Vhatever you vant." Hans melted, he slipped his arms around Integra's waist and started gently kissing her neck. She smelled so good, like Honey and Sunlight. A Queen bee.
Integra meanwhile, didnt seem to respond to the males affection towards her. Her eyes were still cold, even though her actions said otherwise. This was strictly business....
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 10:37 pm
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:02 pm
Keith smirked when he saw Conor walking in the club. He had been much more faster than he was expecting. Good, all was good. He took one of the cigarette that Conor brought, put it in his mouth and lend toward his friend to lit him up. "Nah, not ranout. Rain soaked them up" Well, that wasn't really true. The rain had scrapped the matches, not the cigarette. But that was beside the point. As long as Conor did what he was suppose to do, everything would be just fine and dandy! Okay, that sounded Gay even in his head... everything would just be ******** alright. "That's..." He turned sideway, looking at Integra and Hans looking like... well, like a whore and her client. "That's Thanksgiving." Conor would understand what he meant by that. He didn't even knew her name anyway. Not that it would mater much if everything was going as planned.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:30 pm
For now, Romane had to keep herself busy. Which meant going to random tips at night and into strip clubs in search of.. AHA! Her eyes lit up for a moment as she spotted Integra. Oh, well, well. She didn't smile, though it cheered her some to see that 'something to do' come to life right in front of her. Thank you, random tip! Oh, but.. another look.. and she was pissed off again. Wasn't that like looking at a picture..? Same gaudy appearance, cleavage, and random man groping her.. Who she recognized as Hansel Weber when she approached. “Good evening, Ms. Fairebrook. I see you did not waste time in joining the clubs again. What precisely are you doing here?” Yes, she already had her record and, indeed, she had it memorized. As well as the number to her parole officer. Mafia, hookers, drug dealers.. and a suspicious pair of males as well. Perfect, Romane was wide awake again and more than alert.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 4:27 am
Integra turned when she was addressed by her.. middle name? Well all the same she slipped from Hans's grasp. A cop.. she hated and loved cops, at least this one wasnt a male and easy on the eyes. "I was just hired by Madame Alice over there to do what i do best. My parole says i can at least still strip for money, and i was about to give this lovely man a private show. Nothing more. Dont worry, im behaving." Integra said with a light smile. She wasnt entirely behaving but she made it sound like it. The cop had gotten here fast.. too fast for her liking. Parole or not.
Pip looked over his shoulder at the cop, getting up he walked over to the two and smiled charmingly. "Bonjour, mademoiselle Officer. W'at is t'e problem?" Pip asked gently.
"This is Pip, he was also hired by Madame just today to be a bouncer. And that is Walter, also hired today." Integra said as she pointed to the dark haired Brit. Walter flashed a smile before looking down the counter at Keith and Conor.
"Would either of you like anything to drink?" He asked, yes he knew what Matthew said, didnt matter.
"So is there a problem officer? Or can i not even get a job to put food on my own table?" Integra added gently, she was playing nice for the officer, one she didnt want to go back to jail. Two this cop was hot.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 6:01 am
“There are several problems. Though, I do not feel it is necessary to inform you of them all.” Because more than half of them were induced by paranoia. “I will inform you that after speaking with your parole officer for seventy-eight minutes,” She honestly had absolutely nothing better to do with her time now that she refused to sleep. “he agreed that your drug possession charges should allow a random drug test once every month to be done at my own discretion. Considering I have reason to believe that illegal substances may have been ingested within the business, I have decided to do – must you were a shirt that revealing?” It had been pretty hard to keep her eyes on the woman's face and not her chest, but now she was openly looking since, to hell with it, she should get a look now so she wasn't constantly fighting her eyes. “I understand that it is a strip joint, but I believe it ruins the point of 'stripping' if one can already see what it is that is meant to be revealed. Not that you should be stripping, as it is not a safe or healthy or.. well, it is not much of a career, is it? There is no good it is doing for society, so it can not be considered a service, unless you consider a theater a 'service', which it is not being as it's films tend to be uninformative and boring..”
..Right, normally that would all be kept in her head, but, since she was tired, her filter was almost gone if she wasn't concentrating. She stopped, though, before she went on and frowned. “..I digress. I.. believe I am informing you that I will be giving you a drug test.”
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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