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 Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 2:54 pm
Pip frowned slightly when Alice was going to help him with his eye. He could take care of it on his own. But he couldnt resist a womans wishes. "Oui.. Mademoiselle." Pip said gently as he came over and took a seat on the stool. He leaned forward his braid slipping from his back and danging down his chest from his head.
"Sorrie about before. I.. eet isnt my place to say anyt'ing really. I 'ave just been feeling lonely lately. And eet gets to me more t'an usual." Pip said gently before he pointed to his eye. "Eet just needs gauze and tape on eet. Eet'll stop on eets own soon enough." Pip said softly.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 3:48 pm
 ____________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - ____________________________________________________________ "Hm..." Alice looked through the first aid kit, getting out both items to help Pip with his eye. The blond ended up taking care of it on his own, but the brunette helped him out, since it seemed he was silently adamant about that. "No it is not Pip. I told you, from the moment I agreed to this date, not to expect much" said the woman as they finished caring for his eye. Now they had to wait. Deciding to leave Pip at the stool, Alice stayed a mere feet or two away from him, leaning at the sink and counter. "As cliche as it sounded, I wasn't lying. Love isn't my area. I've never been a big believer in it anyways. I've cared for people, as I do for my mother to answer your question" she told him, referring to his speech about loving people. She let her gaze drop to the ground for a moment before sighing and returning her focus on to Pip. "...I wouldn't have agreed to this, just to lead you on Pip. I'm not that cruel. But you can't expect me to just let you in." Because honestly, she was scared... she didn't want to screw up again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 6:53 pm
Pip blushed out of embarrassment. "Oui.. you did say t'at, no?" Pip said as he slipped the string of his eye patch through his braid and secured it back on his face. Adjusting it he positioned the eye patch over the gauze. "I know Mademoiselle. I shouldn't 'ave said all t'at. You 'ave all right to and you did warn me before. Ah.. don't i feel like a big fool?" Pip smiled, looking down he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
Alright so he had gotten a little.. okay a lot emotional over a stupid crush. She had warned him not to expect much. What had he honestly expected? A pity ********? No he didnt want that. For her to fall in love? Love at first sight? No one believed that but him. Of course that idea was loose in his terms. there had been a few women he had thought he had fallen in love with at first sight. But it always turned out to be more lust than anything else.
All this ran through the French mans head as he sat there in silence gazing at the floor. "I'm sorrie if i upset you Mademoiselle." Pip said as he looked to Alice. "I shouldn't 'ave acted like that." He said repeating somewhat of what he said earlier. "Maybe i just need to get... eet out of my system. As piggish as t'at sounds." Pip sighed before he got up and finished his cleaning of everything. He even put the stuff away in the med kit and put that aside.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 7:58 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - ____________________________________________________________ At first words, Alice couldn't help but extend a hand to his head. He was a fool... A handsome fool, but still a fool. She smiled softly and shook her head, still amused by his up and down reactions. Her hand left the top of his head when he stood up and she simply looked at Pip as he moved around to finish what he started. She was thinking on what he said, get it out of his system? Just what exactly? Her? "Well I wouldn't say that..." trailed off the brunette. Wait, just what was she saying that to? She wasn't sure... After some silence from her part, she took a few steps away from the kitchen, before turning around to face Pip. "Hey Pip, it was a nice date... really." At least before that slight meltdown of course.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 8:10 pm
"Merci Mademoiselle." Pip said as he dried off his hands and grabbed his suit coat. "Tell me if you ever want to do eet again?" Pip said gently and with a light smile. He slipped the suit coat on and flung his long braid around his neck like a scarf though it wasnt that thick.
Pip followed after Alice but only to head out of the kitchen. When he got to the table they had used, all that was left was the open wine bottle. "Mademoiselle if you want eet you can keep eet." Pip said gently to her as he touched the bottle's neck lightly. Things were wrapping up and he knew he should dismiss himself and leave but he hated this part.
"I will see you around Mademoiselle. Take care, no?" Pip said as he turned back to Alice. The French man then took the time to light up a cigarette. "Oh.. and Merci for t'e 'elp with t'e.." Pip pointed to his eye patch and flashed a teeth filled smile.
"Adeiu.. Alice." Pip said as he waved goodbye and started heading for the door. If she wanted to she could stop him, if not then he'd leave and head home for the night.
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 8:44 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - ____________________________________________________________ Do this again? ...It was an interesting thought actually... She stopped at the table, looking down at the bottle. The wine had been wonderful, so she nodded. "If you don't mind..." Hey she loved wine. It was almost water to her. Once more she nodded at Pip, when he referred to his eye. She leaned slightly at the table, watching the Frenchman as he was off. "Take care... Captain" replied the woman with a soft smile. She had a feeling, a weird feeling, that this was no where near the end. Of course, she wouldn't stop him from leaving...
((You can end the night if you want right there Prince))
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 8:46 pm
-End of Date, Business can resume, New Day!!-
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 9:41 pm
She went over to the bar and dropped herself down on a stool, making sure she was in Matthew's side of the bar. “Hawaiian Redneck.” She called with a smile at the man, cheering up now that she was inside the Grindhouse. Even with all the bitchiness in the air, thanks to a certain blond diva and brunette guy that looked young enough to be her kid, it was still a relaxing place to be. Must be the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. “What's up?” She greeted him after giving him a few moments to get her order.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 10:13 pm
 x████████x MATTHEW COLLINS and BELA JAMESx████████x Matthew wasn't very aware of anything at all, right up until he heard Theresa's voice directed at him. He tried to smile, but it just looked plastic. "Same as usual?" he asked, looking rather tired, however. Like he'd had a really long night, but other than his rather tired look and hair in what looked like a casual disarray, he looked okay. As he fixed Theresa her drink, he seemed rather sluggish, slow, but he was careful enough not to make some huge mistake.
"Not much, just the same as every other day of the week." Matthew replied, placing her drink on a napkin he put there only a second ago. He cocked his eyebrow and managed to give her a more relaxed grin, though it didn't reach his eyes. "And you? I haven't seen you since that time, I almost thought you weren't coming back." he commented gently, "You know, with the whole Bela incident and all..." he let the sentence hang, not knowing how to finish it after that.
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Bela, on the other hand, was already dancing up top. Moving around up there like she had lots of times before, male hands grabbing at her on occasion, to give her the money they so easily dispensed. She was rather ignorant to the goings on in the Grindhouse, aside from her immediate surroundings. She was much to busy trying to be seductive and tempting to bother as to what anyone else was doing. x████████x The Laborer and The Mistressx████████x
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:30 pm
Pip and Walter were a little late to their shifts. One was yawning the other smoking a cigarette.
Following in behind them was Vladimir and Hansel. As Walter took his position behind the counter along with Matthew. Vlad and Hans took a seat at the bar. Vlads hazel gaze went over Bela as she danced. Their little sharing session a few days ago had him seeing her in a slightly different light.
"Bonjour Matt'ew." Pip said gently as he put his coat behind the bar.
"Goodevening ol chap. I see she is already at it." Walter said as he pulled the cigarette from his lips to talk to Matthew. He motioned to Bela before he got to cleaning up and making drinks.
Pip looked over to Bela breifly before taking a slow walk around the place. Hey he had to play bouncer and Bela was being molested pretty much. He just wanted to make sure it wasnt anything the blond couldnt handle.
Speaking of Blondes.. Hans ordered a drink for him and Vlad. He was really becoming a regular here, something that could be viewed of as good and bad.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:43 pm
 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••Gwen Bloom Gwen entered the bar and immediately surveyed the room for Bela; she wanted to see her. After all, at this point she considered her her only friend, and it was fitting for the first person she would talk to after her weeks of voluntary house arrest would be her closest friend. She sighed almost bitterly as she went to sit at the bar.
She had really hoped Bela wouldn't be dancing, she didn't really want to see that. It made her stomach tie in knots with a weird almost longing feeling, not longing for the girl, but the attention. All the men in the room were staring at her. One could say she was jealous.
She took a seat at the bar sitting a couple seats away from the men, still looking at Bela. A couple of the men looked familiar, but she wasn't sure enough to say anything. She glanced at each of them before turning back to her friend, who seemed to be busy with work. She crossed her legs in impatience, her dress riding up a bit, twirling her hair and looking at the men. She sighed again, "Hey." she spoke, looking for any sort of response. She could keep herself busy as she waited.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 6:59 pm
Vlad had been quietly talking to Hans when he heard a soft female voice to the side of him. Turning his head, Vlad's hazel eyes went from Gwen's luscious crimson hair, to her blue eyes that peaked his interest, down her curves and that.. very naughty black dress.
Biting his lip for a moment as his eyes got to her thighs, he flashed a grin and met the girls blue eyes. Did she look familiar? He wasnt sure. "Hello my dear. What brings a beautiful temptress like you in here?" Vlad asked as he watched her play with her hair.
"Guten tag Fraulien. Ztis ist Vladimir. Ich bin Hansel." Hans said, a bit more composed than Vlad was at the moment. Well it wasnt that the dark haired male wasnt composed he was just.. well he had that wolfish glint in his eye. "Und du bist?"
"English Germany." Vlad said as he didnt take his eyes from Gwen.
"Ach Bitte.. vho are you?" Hans corrected himself with a light blush gracing his cheeks.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:12 pm
When he came out of the dressing room, he was surprised to see that the bar had filled up very fast and it wasn't even night time yet! He saw the usual crowd of Vlad and Integra's crowd... minus the woman. Bah, she could be dead for all he cared, as well as all the others. Why had the regulars be the people he hated the most? Seriously, that wasn't fair. He did notice a new face there. Redhead, nice dress and... being devoured by them. ********. He walked toward the bad crowd and swung a hang around Vladimir's Shoulders, which really was just possible because he was sitting down. "Hey Vlad. Heard the news 'bout your store. ******** suck eh? I'll tell you what, new year gift to a homeless person. I wont bother you tonight. Happy new year!" He told him before walking away, but not before turning around and looking at the new girl. Very cute. He was sure Conor wouldn't mind doing her and with a dress like that, she was pratically begging for it. "Welcome to the GrindHouse ginger. Hey Matthew! Give the girl a drink, on the house." Of course, on the house meant on his tab, but he could afford it. Treating costumer was like an investment. They always ended up repaying you back double.
He walked away some more, spotting Bela doing her thing on the stage. He smirk at the thought that she too, hadn't wasted anytime that day. He leaned against a wall and watched her dance. Not like he hand anything better to do now, and stealing her tricks could always be good for him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:30 pm
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••Gwen Bloom Gwen watched as the man's eyes drifted all over her body. She wasn't very much caught of guard. After all, this was a strip club, what kind of man did she expect to find here? Anyway, it wasn't like she hadn't handled this before.
The man bit his lip, and Gwen shifted slightly in her seat. It was so familiar, those narrowed eyes and the lip biting. Where had she met him? Vladmir? Didn't she meet a Vlad at the general store...she had his card she thought. She would wait until he remembered her. It wasn't like her to dote on a man like that, at least not now, she would let him come to her. She wasn't going to push anything too hard, though she wouldn't mind fooling around.
She simply smiled at Vlad, puckering her lips a little as she turned to Hans. "Why hello, Hans. Nice to meet you Vlad." she said, glancing at the dark haired man. She found him more attractive than the blonde. She had always preferred men with dark hair, they looked older and more brooding. "My name's Gwen, um, Gwen Bloom" she said with a smirk. Her name rolled off of her tongue so easily, like it really belonged to her. "I know Bela, I came here to see her, but I've never been here before. Hans, Vlad, are you two regulars?" she asked, quickly pursing her lips. "What's a man to do here, besides watch beautiful girls like my friend here?"
Keith answered Gwen's questions when he came over. So Vlad was the owner of the general store, she wasn't mistaken. She raised an eyebrow as she waited for him to remember her, and took and glance at Keith. He must work here, seeing how he was able to just give drinks like that. Or maybe he was just a high roller. She smiled as she thanked him.
She hadn't even realized it was New Years Eve. Where had her time gone? At least she would start the year off on a good foot, maybe the new year would be a more fun than the last one. Actually there was no maybe, it was going to be.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 7:48 pm
x████████x MATTHEW COLLINS and BELA JAMESx████████xMatthew nodded deftly at Pip and Walter, in reply to their greeting. He did notice a little number slip by, a redhead, he'd never seen that girl around here before. As she sat down and was instantly ambushed by Vlad and Hans, Matthew could only look down and shake his head. Pretty girls like that had no chance in places like this, especially when it's filled with men like that... and those, too. He couldn't help but take a quick glance at Bela, before lowering his gaze back on Theresa.
Maybe she was about to say something, but Matthew was called, and he held up his index finger at Theresa, giving her an apologetic smile for the impromptu interruptions. Well, well, if it wasn't the little brat prince himself. In his tired state, Matthew was a little more easily irritable. And the fact that Keith was probably coming to b***h at him didn't sound good at all.
He raised his eyebrows at Keith's request, surprised. But, really, he didn't want to attend her. He was pretty much just going to be Walter's backup tonight. Wasn't it good to leave a good impression on new customers? If he served the girl the drink himself... well, it just wouldn't be as flashy as it would be if it was Walter. But, Keith had asked him, specifically. Crap.
Matthew sighed, walking over to be standing near the pretty redhead. "Miss, is there anything you'd like to drink? It's on the house." he said, trying to look helpful and kind. Not paying attention to what anything about what the three were speaking about. If she wanted to get in on those two, as soon as she left the club, she was on her own.
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Bela didn't seem to hold still, in constant movement up on her little pagan pedestal. Grabbing at money when she could and stuffing it in her bra, or on her thong... one of the two, it didn't matter. In one of her movements, she caught sight of red. Keith. He was watching her, down below. That's right, look up at me! Bela thought, a smirk coming over her face.
Hmph, coming to steal my moves again, no doubt. Her thoughts continued, making her face form into a mask of blankness just then. Her movements changed, however. They were more focused on her breasts, and whipping her hair around; two things Keith did not have, nor could flash around. He could steal some of her moves, but definitely not all of them.x████████x The Laborer and The Mistressx████████x
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