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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 8:00 pm
Pip grabbed Belas arm and spun her back around. He grabbed her hands, holding them by the wrists. "And you are acting like a spoiled child." Pip retorted. "She is not taking everyone away. You are making t'ings up, making drama for everyone. When t'ere doesnt 'ave to be."
"Why didnt you try and take t'e show? Instead of t'rowing a 'issy fit. You could 'ave started 'itting on one of t'em. Earning your pay. Instead of giving everyone t'e cold shoulder and t'en getting angry when your ignored." Pip said sternly.
"I am glad you are looking out for Walter and me." Pip said sincerely. "And you really t'ink one night is going to satisfy t'is bunch? T'ey will be back and t'ey will want your entertainment, Keit's, Walters and Matt'ew's." Pip said as he released Bela.
"You make everyone t'e enemy Mademoiselle Bela. Cause eet is easier for you, t'en letting someone in." Pip concluded. "Or taking responsibility for your actions.. or lack of in t'is case."
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 8:06 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 9:05 pm
╔═══════ϺiȶsʊκєɌaɱєʁi═══════╗╔═══════ɌaidєиΠiaɱi═══════╗  
✫Mitsuke shivered, not only did the touch of his hand on her leg drive her crazy, but the sound of his voice was absolutely tantalizing. Oh, hell no. Who did this b***h think she was? Mitsuke glanced at Bela as she stood on the counter and rolled her eyes back to Vlad. Once looking at him again she smiled, "Well, after that leaving sounds nice." She watched him nibble on his lip which made her crave him even more. She scratched down his stomach and tugged once more, pulling him to her and placed her lips on his ear, "I bet I'm worse.." She whispered and followed it with a gentle nibble on his earlobe.
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☣ Wait... wait... what? "Male...?" Raiden's eyes grew wide and almost instantly he was sobered up. He took both of his hands and grabbed around Integra's waist. He looked rather scrawny, but Raiden was a rather strong man. He lifted her from his lap and sat her on the bar. He nodded at her, expressionless, he couldn't manage a smile. He lifted his glass and chugged down the last of his drink and began walking towards the door. None of the drama going on even phased him, the bitchy blond's hatred of him didn't either. He couldn't get himself to look at ...Danielle. He didn't look at anyone at all, especially her? He couldn't believe he overlooked it, he knew the second they walked in that that was Dante, but he had ignored it. "******** that." He whispered as he passed through the doors, lighting another cigarette.
{Exit Raiden}
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 9:23 pm
 x████████x MATTHEW COLLINS and BELA JAMESx████████x Bela was rescued by... Keith? Well, that was unexpected! She was so surprised, her thought process seemed to slow down. "Yeah, what Keith said!" Bela said with renewed confidence, thanks to the usually annoying teenager. She did have the authority over Pip, for now and always! She was senior to everybody who worked here, save Alice. Then, came Matthew, and then Keith, and then, at the bottom of the food chain, was Pip and Walter. Who were they to make her feel like crap?! And even under that, was Vlad, Integra, Danielle and Mitsuke.
"And, as your superior, you have to answer to me. Always. But especially, at times like these, when Alice is gone." Bela nodded unsympathetically, "Call me a b***h all you want, 'cause that's exactly what I am." she said proudly, standing up to him and his Dr. Phil ramblings. "And if you tell any of this to Alice, trust me, I'll win." she nodded confidently, "You think she'll choose you over me? Some guy she just met, over her long-time friend? Don't think so. So, one last thing, this stays under wraps. Or I swear, I'll turn your feelings for Alice against you, and that'll be a living hell for you." she finished, her lips forming a thin line. She was serious. Deadly serious. x████████x The Laborer and The Mistressx████████x
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 9:46 pm
Fear entered Pips eye and he waved his hands. "Dont-.." He let his arms fall to his sides and frowned. His head dropped along with his gaze and his shoulders visibly sank out of defeat. He was used to running a Mercenary group. Where every problem, no matter how deep or complicated could be solved.. even if it resorted to fist fights between the boys. But they were gone... he was no longer a captain. He was a rookie once more and that made his heart sink more than Bela's threat scared him.
"Forget i said anyt'ing.. you are right.. i spoke out of line." Pip said with a frown and in such a defeated tone. It was like a kicked puppy. "I will go back over t'ere.. and keep quiet." Pip said as he pointed over to the stool he had brought over to the doors. "Sorriee mademoiselle."
He turned in time to see Raiden leave, slipping his hands back into his pockets Pip sat down on the stool and kept his word. Pip would spend most of the night there, lighting up a cigarette he pulled out his wallet and flipped through a few pictures he had of his boys. He had more at the house in his room. He missed them dearly, like blood brothers.
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Walter sighed lightly, watching everything that was going on. Why should he work here when those two killed the mood and made everything bad?
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Dante didnt, couldnt say much as Raiden left, disgusted with what Dante was. The twin frowned, almost near tears. It had taken alot of confidence to come out in something like this. He should have just left it at home in the closet. Where it belonged, where no one could poke fun at him, or run away from him in disgust.
It made the submissive twins heart sink. Damn you Keith... your cruel. Dante shook his head and wiped away a tear, smearing some of his makeup in the process. Turning on his heels, Dante started heading out.
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Walter was the only one, really to stop the drag boy. Jumping over the counter, Walter ran over to Dante and grabbed his wrist gently. "I dont care what you dress as." Walter said honestly, before he pulled the lanky male into a kiss.
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Integra frowned and shook her head.. what a mood killer, both Bela and Keith. And they were still employeed.. why? "This is such bullshit." Integra said as she hopped down from the bar. "Hey Germany.. want to take me home?" Integra said to Hans.
"Bitte auf course." Hans said as he paided his bill and got up.
Integra paid hers and soon had Hans's arm captured in her embrace.
"Aufvediersehen Vladimir, Danielle, Valter, und Pip." Hans called to them before leaving with Integra on his arm.
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"Adieu.." Pip said gently to Integra and Hans. He still looked like a kicked puppy of course.
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Vlad frowned at Raiden's leaving but was soon melting into Mitsuke's embrace. "Your place or mine?" Early night or not so what? The party was over when Bela had to be a b***h and Keith had to back her up.
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"I dont want you getting in trouble." Dante said gently. "Ill stay here until you get off of your shift."
Walter smiled and nodded, he brought Dante back to the bar and slipped behind the bar itself to do his job. It had gotten real quiet.. real fast. Wonder why...
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 10:05 pm
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 10:46 pm
╔═══════ϺiȶsʊκєɌaɱєʁi═══════╗
✫Mitsuke rubbed her hand under his hair and scratched at his neck, she knew the details would kill the buzz so she stopped mere centimeters from his mouth and whispered, "Yours sounds much better." She trailed her other hand on his chest, scratching ever so gently. "Some people sure know how to ruin a party..." She sighed leaning away from him and taking another gulp of her drink. She sighed, rolling her eyes and straightened her skirt. She was kind of glad to get out of this place, but she hadn't even got a good buzz yet. "Umm, Walter?" She hoped that was his name. She couldn't remember the male who helped earlier. "Can I get something a little harder?" She held her glass in the air and smiled. She gulped the remainder and sat it down, if she was going to be any fun for Vlad at all, she needed to be completely shitfaced.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:11 pm
x████████x MATTHEW COLLINS and BELA JAMESx████████xBela gave a great big weary sigh, longing for the days long past. She knew now, what they thought of her; Bela = Killjoy b***h. ********. She looked down at the floor for a moment, not knowing what to do. In her (mediocre) attempt to not lose the customers, promptly made her lose the customers. Yeah? Well, not surprising. Alice was sure to give her an earful later, which she was very much starting to dread.
In any case, NPC's would soon be entering through that door for Walter, Matthew, Keith, and herself, to entertain them. She didn't make a living on just some of the major characters of Sonata, heck no! People even came from the city, to see her! Sometimes, Keith instead... but, it was still a customer. Nonetheless, they'd get some money with their dancing and she'd find a way to dupe some male or two into giving her cash. You know, other than stripping.
Bela was okay, she didn't need those people! They were mean, but so she had been. It's only natural to respond aggression with aggression, right? Frown lines were bound to be evident as years would pass. She was frowning all the time, with so much trouble and drama swirling around her workplace. Well, it is her own fault, for stirring up such an commotion. She just doesn't wanna own up to it right now.
Her gaze went over Danielle, crying like a b***h. Hah, if only she had that luxury. Walter, who was... comforting her? Or, something? Vladimir, still on his latest conquest; the slut. And Matthew, who seemed to have gone into the back. Maybe, a call home, perhaps? That lady friend of his... oh god, such a Debby Downer.
Bela'd definitely need an booty call tonight, some nobody, it doesn't matter. She just really needed it, or else, it'd be another one of those cold lonely nights that women twice her age dread. That she, indeed, dreads. At those times, is when one reflects on their life and stuff. And really, Bela had no wish to do such thing. And neither did she desire a hangover in the morning. Solution ---> get laid.
In the back of her mind, somewhere deep in her sub-conscious, she knows. She knows she's alienating herself from everybody, but she can't seem to bring herself to stop it. x████████x The Laborer and The Mistressx████████x
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:41 pm
Her heart dropped when she realized that the place was kinda.. quiet now. She raised an eyebrow in disappointment as she headed down the stairs and turned toward the bar, not interested in the strippers, though there weren't many to be bothered with. Small town, she guessed. Theresa found a seat that was right along the row of people hanging at the bar, her smile returning as she waved down one of the bartenders (Matthew, of course!). “Hawaiian Redneck? More southern comfort than rum, 'kay?” She did love that southern comfort~ She stole a look down the bar as she waited for him to make her drink, “I'd appreciate some company with that too.” She added jokingly when she turned back to him, “New to town and my traveling partner ran out on me with a boy.” That was.. kinda true, but she didn't look very heartbroken over it. In fact, she was chuckling over it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:28 pm
x████████x MATTHEW COLLINS and BELA JAMESx████████xMatthew had, indeed, been in the back making a call home. Warning Carly to NOT cook anything, there was a slight possibility he could get out early; after that Bela drama, very likely. She was a terrible cook, he had to cook for her. Instead, he only received monosyllabic answers, from her part. It was quite odd, because she usually complained (A LOT) when he reminded her not to cook; because she could burn the house down by accident, for reals.
After finishing the call, Matthew absently ground his teeth together, sucking a breath though his teeth. Walking back out, and standing at his post. Before he could do anything, a cute girl he had never seen before bundled into the scene. She was... younger. Two or three years, minimum.
Hawaiian Redneck? Well, at least she wasn't a Keith. He gave that name to picky drinkers, since Keith has definitely had the most complex order he's had to make in a while. Either way, he'd have to do it, anyway. A nice cute girl was definitely better than an jackass, in his book.
"I wouldn't know about that, if you ask me." Matthew commented, "People around here are of the sketchy sort, if you know what I mean. Most of the time, anyway." he looked pointedly at Vladimir, making a small tilt of his head in the man's direction. Before doing an about-face to start working on her drink.
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Bela, who had been sulking, seemed to perk up a little at the new arrival. At least, one new customer. She doubted that the girl would come to watch her dance, but it just showed how not all hope was lost. Well, there was no way to know if she did come here for the stripping, either. Maybe, she was a bisexual? Or, even better, a lesbian!
Meh, Matthew's got her for now. No worries, that just meant she was here to drop some cash. Which was, a very beautiful thing, in and of itself.
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Serving up her beverage, Matthew smiled at her. "Ah, new in town, don't I know it!" he chuckled, not able to help himself. This girl was practically fresh meat! And, if he was nice to her enough, maybe she'd stop by more often to help fatten his income. "I would give you the warning, but... you look like you can handle yourself." he nodded, "So, if you don't mind me asking; what is it exactly that you do? You know, that allows you to travel, I mean." he clarified, obviously curious. It would be a waste to be friendly to her, if she was just gonna be one night and then leave.x████████x The Laborer and The Mistressx████████x
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 2:20 pm
She raised an eyebrow in an amused way when he chuckled. What was that supposed to mean? She wasn't too worried on it, since, really, she doubted she couldn't handle anything this town had in store. Theresa did crack a smile when he saved himself in his next sentence – damn right she could take care of herself! “Nah, I don't mind.” She assured him with a shrug, happy to tell him about her work. “I truck. Well, trucked, I'm taking a vacation down here for the holidays. Brother's in a tight-spot, apparently, so I'm meant to keep him company.” She gave another quick shrug with a hopeless look. This wasn't how she expected to spend her vacation days, but the price someone pays for family. At least this place had a bar.
“Yeah, but I usually drive one of those rolling refineries. Like a suicide jockey, but those kids took the name first. Like the R. R. brigade better, though.” She started to laugh at the quip, but cut it short when she realized that he probably had no clue on what she was saying. “I drive a tank truck.” It probably didn't help him get the joke any better, but at least it made something clear.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:33 pm
x████████x MATTHEW COLLINS and BELA JAMESx████████xMatthew only smiled and nodded, he was clearly amused. This girl, a trucker? Weren't those usually big fat grease monkeys? Common cousin to the big fat handy man species, who usually sported an not so pleasant butt crack. Blegh! Well, maybe not all of them, but that's what media nowadays liked to think. And make others think, with their brainwashing methods. Honestly, who didn't have an theory about television brainwashing people? No one, that's who!
"Well, good job on making me feel emasculated." Matthew joked, offering the girl a friendly grin. Of course he wasn't offended, at all. He never even wished to be a trucker, in his life. Has she watched any action movies lately? The truck always keels over and explodes, killing the driver in a fiery inferno. Getting a cool close-up of the hero walking away from the wreckage, you know, without looking back at the flames. Yeah, that was bad a**.
"So, does that mean you'll be sticking around for a while, then?" he asked, rubbing his hands together. Score! That's it Matt, just keep making with the nice-nice. x████████x The Laborer and The Mistressx████████x
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 9:22 pm
“Hard to tell now, but I'll be here for at least a few months.” She settled on after a moment, her frown that had come during her thoughts retreating for a playful grin at the man. “Why? Grown attached to me already? Don't even know eachother's names.” She chuckled, but that was true. She guessed he was just curious in the name of the business – this was a pretty small place, meaning she doubted they had many tourists coming through. Small towns normally meant pretty conservative residents, so she had doubts on how much business this place actually got in a day. It was nice like this.. different. She would prefer if they were louder so it wasn't just her voice filling the silence, but just being around people was enough for her.
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Posted: Fri Dec 03, 2010 4:46 pm
x████████x MATTHEW COLLINS and BELA JAMESx████████xA little loud, but at least she wasn't obnoxious or high maintenance! "Not exactly." Matthew laughed, shaking his head at her. "You are very... refreshing." he said slowly, trying to find a good word. "In any case, I'm glad you'll be hanging around." he nodded, looking down at his feet for a moment. "Oh, right! I'm Matthew, by the way." he introduced himself, rather belatedly, that is.. A goofy grin came to his face, making him seem a little younger.
Matt was leaning on his side of the bar, supporting his weight on his hands, that were resting on the bar top. If that was any indication that he was interested in the conversation, then... yeah, well, it was pretty obvious. This girl was cute and quirky, and knew how to handle heavy machinery! And she wasn't sour at all, like some women he knew. Though really, most of them are like that because of outside influences.
Really, it was all about psychology. There has to be a reason why they got like that, right? He didn't like to judge very much, but people like Keith are really just grating to some people's nerve. Now, this girl, must have had a pretty normal happy childhood, much like himself. Likable, just like him. He could really see him getting along with this girl, even though he still had no idea what her name was. x████████x The Laborer and The Mistressx████████x
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 7:26 pm
“Theresa, but Tess works fine too.” She introduced herself after him automatically, happy to get a name to put to that face. Just calling him 'the bartender', even only in her head, was getting kind of dull. Plus, it would get confusing with there being two bartenders, both with dark hair and good looking, even if Matthew's sort was more her style. The other one was too lean for her tastes. “So, tell me, what else do you do outside of the bar? Hobbies, hang outs, things like that?” Well, she didn't want to end up staying with Kade the whole time! Matthew seemed nice and probably would like to do similar things, so getting his opinion on what to do sounded like a good idea. If she ran into him, then that would just be a bonus, right? Yeah.
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