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Post by Dawn on Jul 29, 2016 5:09:51 GMT
She laughed " dey got naked men's to or just gals?"
She was thoroughly entertained by that thought "sure we can go take feline so you can get ta feelin "
She looked to deliver waggle of brow" how bout you del..cause my minds tellin me nooo ooo but my body. My bodies telling me yessss baby ... I don't wanna hurt no body but there something that I must confeeeeeeesssss. I don't see nuthing wrong with a little bump and grind"
She did it full out r kelly voice.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Jul 31, 2016 10:27:34 GMT
Del cut a look at Nando but dropped it. Yes, it was his beat and he’d had to run more than a few checks at the Felin but in the end even cops had down time. So he would go with the group on this one. " Dey got a whole mess of some of both but the reason most folks get on down dere dey have out and proud lycanthropes that strip and shift or even just sit and chat di the tourist all sassy and spitfire."
He knew that either they’d get the star treatment or be shunned so he mentally counted to a hundred on the drive over. Preparing for the worst but hoping for something less than the best. Now that Estelle was fading into a memory he knew that a certain void was being filled by the girls at the Felin. Back a town was still cranking big bucks but there weren’t nearly as many listed girls who turned furry. Sadly that meant that a lot of his officers ended up called in to escort rowdy’s out of Felin. It was funny having to really protect the full blown infected form the pack of pervs and lecherous scumbags that thought Felin would pick up the full slack from Estelle’s girls.
Slipping off his jacket he undid his shirt untucked it and let it hang over his waist holster. His shoulder rig he’d put in the trunk. It would be even weirder going in completely unarmed, even with his strength and speed he would be hard pressed to attempt to keep up with a full infected lycanthrope. Smiling he teased D, “ Don’t go sizing me up now chile just situating myself so we ain’t as formal when we get inside.” It was the best he could do to blend it’d help some he hoped just enough.
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Post by Dawn on Jul 31, 2016 16:44:52 GMT
She busted out laughing wasn't like she was expecting him to take the stage. Of course she was as non cop looking as they come probly leaned to looking more like one of the girls off duty.
Course she ain't move near half as smooth as them. Biting her lip thinking bout how lord had hinted at that if he had to he would have infected her so she'd have to be loyal. She wouldn't ever tell del that one he already wanted to hurt the triads a war with local Rex would be just as bad.
She went back to trying to be party girl and shrugged out of the black sweat shirt the had snagged on the way to burn the house. Now she had on just her middi shirt, cargo pants over her thong kinda old school Aaliyah vibe. Leather bracelets and her normal jewelry.
The tat that covered 60 percent of her back now visible mostly. The anatomical spine done over her own with its chains and vines that formed a heart around it. The club brand on her right upper hip above the lobe that was her rear. She'd get another before leaving Nola to commemorate this and them.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 1, 2016 9:41:20 GMT
Nando normally didn’t drive during the day or night, even without practice he wheeled the 98 as if it were soaring through the air instead of along the far too occasional bumpy roads to the Felin. Normally parking was simply a matter of pulling in sadly during Mardi Gras there was a snow balls chance of getting within three blocks of the place. So he took back alleys and slants until he was within a block and pulled alongside a dumpster which would act as landmark. He reached across Baby D and fished out a clergy placard to place in the window so his car wouldn’t be towed. “Now Astin done be looking at that its real and even legit just done be axing about what religion I’s da rev of. Lets jus say long as I axe fo’givness is agains da preceps.” He winked as he dropped the ignition key under the floorboard taking the door key he slipped into his pocket and adjusted his vest and cuffs. “Alright ya’ll lets get it for the tourists make all da dancers tired and just wanna talk.” As he moved towards the cul-de-sac that would let them out at the side door of the club. It was used by most of the locals as a way to not be seen moving into the club all the while making a grand entrance to those inside. He paused as his phone fired off two beeps a vibrate and two beeps. He tried not to let on as he slipped his phone out of his pocket and fired off a reply to the text. It wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t good. Last anyone caught sight of Renaud was almost a month ago. He was at work then he wasn’t. Thirty days was usually enough to have whatever information they’d wanted from him and dropped into some gator’s belly. Nando wasn’t happy at the thought but there weren’t many that could get the drop on him and less so considering he knew that Naud had been involved with the shake down on the docks. Whenever he was working the man was downright paranoid. He filed away the information to chase down later but in the now despite the tears that wanted to fall he forced a smile and picked up his pace. “Come on ya’ll we gots to get in the last show just ended which mean we got time to get a few libations fore the real show starts.” |
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Post by Dawn on Aug 1, 2016 21:04:16 GMT
She smiled and slid inside at his urging looking around it was swanky and cheap at the same time. She was shaking her head man this place was to legit to quit.
Wiggling to the current song that had way to much bass in the speakers on her way to the bar sure enough there was a large silver fox padding off stage with money in its mouth. Male from the parts she noticed. Blinking she couldn't belive her eyes and just missed getting knocked over by a drunk reveler.
At the bar she ordered a jack neat 3 cubes which the tender looked grateful for. She smiled and leaned in when the drink came to her whispering. " I'm off tonight but normally slang suds too"
Which earned her a surprised smile and a fist bump. She tipped and then followed nando to what ever table he was leading them to not wanting to be at the stage but not to far from it.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 1, 2016 23:40:41 GMT
Of the six of them assigned to follow the pyromaniac biker bitch she was the only one not spotted at one point or another this evening. She was pissed that both Edgar and Romeo had been outright humped by her. They should have stuck with the plan and snatched her when she was at NightHawks. It had taken far too much effort keeping up with her and her drunk friends even in that ungodly ugly car they rode in. It was a pimps car and yet it obviously got great mileage as they were up and down all over the city. It was why Julio was attaching a tracking beacon on it now so they wouldn’t lose her again. They had to make their move soon but as she was with witnesses it added a kink but nothing she was doubtful they couldn’t overcome. The taller one was clearly the larger threat he carried himself as if he knew his way around a fight.
It might be easier to just shoot the both of her males and snatch her in the midst of a robbery gone bad. If only she could stop bumping into the team it would help loads. Though as Romeo signaled she smiled he had managed to slip a microtracker into the hem of her halter His light fingers might actually save this mess after all. She raised her overpriced froufrou drink in mock toast at his minor victory. Then cursed as close as they were to the stage they were all but surrounded by security it couldn’t happen here but now that they would know her every move it would make things a little easier to collect on the price on her head.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Aug 2, 2016 0:08:39 GMT
Del waved Nando off and ignored his clearly internet based clergyhood. Del knew it took all types and Nando wouldn’t pass up a hustle if he could help it. His work ethic was a great sadly a good chunk of his work would qualify as not quite as reputable as the law would like it to be. Del had made his peace with that side of his friend. In fact when things suited he appreciated that side. Much the same way he appreciated Ren’s not quite above board operations with his pack. It sucked he was at best in the wind and at worse in some corner of the after life regretting his choices. A month with no word was a lot even for him. He squelched that thought as he visited the bathroom while Nando got them a table.
Coming back he had to chuckle that Nando got them a prime piece of real estate. Great lines of sight in clear view of the all three doors as well as the stage. He caught D coming back from the bar and settled in. “Don’t tell me you only got for you? How rude.” He joked as he flagged down the nearest server who he’d thought was dressed in cat ears until she got closer and he saw those were her ears. She didn’t move ike she turned furry which meant she’d gone through surgery to look that way. He almost shooed her away but swallowed hard and ordered a bottle and a lapdance for D.
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Post by Dawn on Aug 2, 2016 0:29:25 GMT
D was not new despite her pretty face she used to be a pick pocket and a bit of a scammer her self so despite the smooth light touch she knew something was up and that something had either been placed or taken and since she still had all her cash. She leaned into del like she might kiss his neck real friendly like and said in Patou " Je pense que je suis puces . toucher mon top ce gars là-bas a couru en moi sur le but , je suis sûr . garder le sentiment que quelque chose est va pop off "
Leaning back to look him in the eyes and then leaning back to nando same deal why not look like she was doing them both. As long as when the dust settled her and her crew were this side of the grave.
She laughed at the comment bout drink but the surprise on her face as cat girl brought a bottle and then started to straddle her. She moved her hands to respectable place and let the gal attempt to entice her. We're she not worried bout their new problem she probably would have enjoyed it more. As it was she feigned shy tipped the woman and softly patted her bottom as she left after the song.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Aug 2, 2016 0:57:59 GMT
Del raised a brow whispering back as the song ended and the next began, “Lequel l'ivrogne extérieur Nando ou le gars maladroit dont le penchant à la barre par lui-même.” Before she or Nando had a chance to talk he stood up beginning to move with the beat he twirled stopping in front of D easing down the length of her barely touching her. Then he launched into a raunchy full blown lapdance paying careful attention to the hems and edges of her clothes. To all the world it would look like a drunk makeout session save the lack of actual kissing. It didn’t take long to find it but removing it without drawing attention was a little harder not because of size but because of location and the unintended fact that a lot of eyes were on them least of which was security who were deciding on whether to intervene.
Hitting on an idea Del moved to Nando pulling him into the act to offset the attention as well as provide cover. Nando was game even as his eyes were scanning the crowd. Between the two of them by the end of the song D was properly felt up and wouldn’t need a mammogram this year. The unintended effect of all their pawing was that Del realized just how long it had been since he was with anyone. He eased to his seat taking a drink and thinking about baseball to slow himself down. He called the server back over complained about his glass and had her bring him another sans microtracker.
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Post by Dawn on Aug 2, 2016 2:31:53 GMT
All dat and she couldn't enjoy not a lick of it. Not that you could tell by her squeals and cat calls of delight playing it up. Grabbing bottoms loosely but her eyes on themy both told them she got it. Now she just needed a way to lure themail out to make them make a move on her time and she watched the bar looking for the anger once the micro chip hit liquid.
Got her the not quite rightlyet dressed miss at the bar. Her face flashed red then nutral when she realised she might have slipped. Looking around fast sealed her fate. When nando stiffened for a minute then relaxed she knew nando had her and del was quicker. So now they knew two faces at least.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 2, 2016 3:26:31 GMT
Nando was no slouch when it came to cutting a rug or looking for trouble. He spotted the faces watching and knew which were trouble right off the bat the tell tale frustrations of a plan gone wrong. He was of a mind to start some ruckus but instead snagged the waitress and sent over a drink to the lady who was nursing the biggest girliest frou frou drink at the bar. Way to blend in he thought if not for her poor poker face she would have looked all the world like a tourist. Too bad for her he thought he didn’t like hitting women but he could already see by her resting bitch face that she would take it the hard way. She didn’t look Asian so he couldn’t peg why she would want trouble with D. he would find out that was for sure then he would smack the taste out of her and whoever she was with’s mouth. Raising hhis glass he sipped as she feigned ignorance. Gotcha he thought. “Well D if she don’t run on home after dat I sya you gone over and give her face a table dance. Course she look like she might like dat.” |
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Post by Dawn on Aug 2, 2016 3:42:02 GMT
The look on her face was predatory oh yeah that chic was gonna meet her real fast and need reconstruction. She watched as she tried to play dumb. The jig was up she slid from her spot and sauntered to the bar getting her new pals attention. Drink being poured she sidled down to the mark. Drumming on the bar top." Packed in here tonight huh? Where yall from?"
Smiling and invading the heck out of her personal space" my friends thinks your cutemail brought you a drink it's rude not to accept but you seem like the rude type...yanno following folks and all. So I will give you till I finish my drink to tell me the truth about what you want if I thinknow or know your bsing me it's gonna get real bad real fast."
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Post by Nobody on Aug 3, 2016 2:06:12 GMT
No one liked being bullied. At least that what everyone was taught. No meanies were allowed in polite society. She was different she liked bullies. She liked wild folks who through problems of their own reveled in mayhem. In causing pain and suffering. Those who inflicted their lives on the world. “Originally from a small no horse town outside of Lubbock but you don’t care about that really now do you?” She intoned as she raised the glass that had been sent her way. She was no shrinking violet she’d hoped to do this quietly but loud was fine with her. She gauged the distance between the participants. No way security could get here in time to stop anything. The bartender was busy and while potentially a bother she gauged them as just underweight enough to be no bother at all.
She was nonplussed by the closeness she liked in close work. It was where she was actually better. The height difference even played in her factor. Being shorter this was the perfect range for her to do damage quick and dirty whereas the target would have to establish distance to really hurt with those calloused hands of hers and even more to land any kicks.
She smiled stepping even closer until they were nearly nipple to nipple. Her face was all light and good feelings form a distance. She would like this job. A lot." Actually I am not rude I am just a bitch. I like to play with my meal first." Taking a sip while holding eye contact she brought the glass away her lips licking an errant droplet.
Stepping away a half step she allowed the remaining drink to splash forward towards her targets eyes while she brought her heel down on her instep driving her head forward almost immediately after to connect with the larger womans chin.
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Post by Dawn on Aug 3, 2016 2:53:21 GMT
Work in,a bar get drinks thrown sometimes.so she was listening as the other talked but the whole time watched her so when she went to step back D was already in action the drink was splashed but her eyes were shut and she'd ducked back out of instinct. The head butt there for missed and instead the bitch stepped into line of the heavy cut whiskey tumbler she'd been palming. Smashing it into her temple and the side of her face with a satisfying crunch.
The other fist she now had distance and brought it up to throat punch her and dance back the pain in her instep having been lessened by the heavy duty biker boots she wore. They were made to take a wheel rolling over them with minimal damage.
She had fought blind before another training trick but she had to wipe her eyes fast and was trying to figure out how without leaving her self open.listening hard for the crunch of glass and smell of blood.
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Post by Nobody on Aug 3, 2016 3:35:21 GMT
She’d been ragdolled before it was occupational hazard and just like she thought the larger woman hit like a wrecking ball. She knew she was over extended once her head didn’t connect with anything right away. She had the advantage in speed as long and the advantage on reach so long as she stayed in close.
Groggy and fighting form instinct and experience not so much sight anymore. She concentrated on her breathing as the tumbler sent her nearly end over end. Rolling with the blow she stepped in which had her head take another snap from the woman. It also meant she was just inside her reach which meant the punch that should have laid her flat grazed the bridge of her nose and brow. It would leave a mark. And she would make the other woman pay for it.
Snapkicking forward she slid in closer driving her elbow into the woman’s solar plexus. It wasn’t much of a hit but it take its toll. No air no fight. She was winning the later rounds if it lasted that long but she would do her best to end it quick she knew security would be over in less time than she would have liked. Once inside she fired off a few rabbits to her floaters putting a good deal of strength behind it so as to again take the wind form her. She knew what the bouncers would do. As did her men. They would throw the both of them out which is where her men would make short work of the woman before her friends had time to act.
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