Farewell Halcyon Days – Part Two
iShatteredSanity: -Helena’s eyes opened wide and she clenched her fists in anger.- [Helena.] “GOOD GIRL?! GOOD GIRL?! FUCK YOU!” –Helena shouted and flipped Demetrios and Alexandros. All the while Anna was just observing everything that was taking place, but she could not stay silent anymore.- [Anna.] “Mistress, he did not have any ill intentions. You don’t have to overreact at everything.” –Anna said and looked at Helena who rose her hand to slap Anna’s face. As she brought her hand down, Anna closed her eyes ready to accept her Mistress’ punishment, but it was Alexandros foot who stopped Helena’s hand from slapping Anna.- [Alexandros.] “I don’t like butting in a couple’s quarrel, but this girl here is right. Get off your high horse Helena and shut the fuck up. Don’t forget who Demetrios is and what he has done for you.” –Alexandros said with a serious expression on his face as he rest his foot on the table. Helena snarled and leaned back on the couch as Alexandros began speaking again.- “So, lets get to the point of this gathering today. I have some news, mostly bad, but they can be good if we play our cards correctly.” –Alexandros said and looked at Demetrios.- “You remember that Israeli chick I told you, right?” –Demetrios replied with a nod.- “She had made contact with Dixie some time ago.” –Upon hearing that, Demetrios’ eyes opened up and he clenched his fists.- [Demetrios.] “Go on.” –Alexandros noticed that Demetrios was slowly getting pissed off, but as Demetrios asked, he continued.- [Alexandros.] “Ayalah herself told me. Ayalah, or rather Mrs. Flintstone as her alias is. Ask Dixie about that and get me her phone. Also you will all give me your phones. I will install a little something to track you down if anything ever happens.” –Alexandros said and took a drag of his smoke as Demetrios spoke.- [Demetrios.] “What else?” –Alexandros exhaled the smoke and looked at Helena, Anna and Demetrios.- [Alexandros.] “You two ladies do not know about it, but you do. Ayalah attacked me a few days ago in my apartment. I don’t know what that thing was, but I think that it is directly involved with what had happened at the gym a few days prior to the attack and also with the death of the gym owner.” –Alexandros said and Demetrios’ pupils dilated.- [Demetrios.] “WHAT?! Is what why you dropped the call that day?” –Demetrios asked and Alexandros nodded. Helena did not speak a word since she was a bit lost.- [Alexandros.] “Yeah, I was calling you when I noticed her.” [Demetrios.] “Is she dead?” –Alexandros paused for a moment before he shook his head.- [Alexandros.] “No, she is still alive. But dude, she drugged me.”
DrakonMacar: Meanwhile across the club, Duke finished air jamming on his imaginary guitar, leaving his real one stowed away in his little studio. He approached the bar, shooing people away or lining them up single file until he made his way up to the bar counter. Promptly he tipped his hat at Dixie and looked back at the dozen patrons now forced into a line to get their drinks. “Evenin’ Dix. Gin and tonic on the rocks if’n you’d please. Just a few jiggers of gin though, nothing heavy.”
CharlotteCarrendar: – Dixie was doing her thing, going from patron to patron, and wiping her brow, feeling oddly hot. Must have been coming back to Prague so soon, or something. She shrugged it off, when she spotted Duke, and a large grin appeared on her face. Taking his drink order, she tipped an imaginary hat, and tried some John Wayne like swagger, before erupting into a fit of giggles. “G’day Duke. Looking pretty spiffy there. You been checking out the rag trade in this town or what? Didn’t know they had a saddler in town? Not seen one of those since I been to Tenterfield. Gin and tonic, coming right up!”- The beat of the music was pumping, and the crowd now filling the venue. Outside, Sven, Dai, Ayalah, Vlad and Corsica with her leather clad mummy like submissive were still waiting to be let in. At the bar, Inga was watching the romantic antics of Nikolas and a very annoyed looking Maggie. “Will ya stop touching mah butt, Nik. I can’t half concentrate if ya got ya mitts on mah peach.” <3>
LadyBelz: Once again, Steve had been relegated to the living room as Mia kicked him out of their bedroom to get ready for work. She had gotten the call earlier in the day from Celeste proclaiming that the club was reopening its doors that very night. Excited at the prospect of working again, she kicked Steve out of the bedroom to get ready. She was dressing to kill tonight. Chuckling, Steve waited until she had locked herself in the bedroom before calling in. “Yeah…club’s having a grand reopening tonight so I’m going in with her…I’ll stick to her like glue if I have to, but she won’t be out of my sight…Get off my case, Lana, I know my fucking job! I’ll check in every hour.” He closed his phone and sat down to wait for Mia to come out of the bathroom. He was dressed casually in a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt beneath a dark blue blazer. His gun was clipped to him via a shoulder holster. He just hoped someone warned the heavies at the club that he was packing or there was going to be a problem. The door opened and Mia came into view and Steve lost all ability to think, let alone breath. She was dressed from head to toe in black leather. She had done something to her hair to make it wavy and sexy, brushing it to one side to show off her delectable ears. Around her neck she wore a studded collar that had “BITCH” engraved in the metal. Mia noticed the way he was drooling at her and smirked. “Bet you never imagined this in your wildest fantasies.” she grinned. “Fuck, no!” he gaped. He wanted to drag her back to bed and fuck her till she couldn’t walk straight…and he had a feeling she knew exactly what he was thinking. “Maybe later, big boy.” she grinned, grabbing her leather jacket and slipping it on. She preceded him out the door, him following close behind and watching the play of leather against the tight globes of her ass. It was going to be a long night…Meanwhile, a black stretch limo pulled up outside the club. Ivan and Nikolai tensed in reaction as the driver stepped out to open the door. They relaxed slightly when a brunette woman casually stepped out, dressed in a silver top and black pants, a red rose pinned to one side of her head. “Thank you, Derrick. You come back in couple hours.” she told her driver. He nodded and climbed back into the car, pulling away. The woman stepped up to Ivan and bowed. “I have come to visit and partake in your entertainment.” she greeted them. “ID or you no get in.” Ivan snapped. “Of course.” she took her driver’s license from the clutch purse she was carrying and passed it over. Ivan blushed when he saw the name. “Madame Ruza, my apologies. I did not recognize you. Come right in.” Ivan stammered, opening the door for her. She nodded and began to go instead. She paused and looked at Ivan. “Shim-kee miss you. You come by for visit, on house.” She smiled. Ivan muttered something she didn’t catch, his blush radiating to the top of his bald head. Nikolai laughed outright, now knowing that Ivan had become a regular customer of Madame Ruza’s House of Sins…Inside, Ruza politely made her way through the crowd, heading for the bar and taking a seat at the end. She signalled to the tall blond man (Nick) and waited until he approached her before placing an order. “Do you have sake?”
DrakonMacar: “Something tells me you’re trying to talk folk music and I’m not going to bite with this line in front of you.” Duke took his drink and tipped his hat again to Dix before walking off, sipping the gin and tonic, the cold chill of the ice inside the glass and the warmth of the gin trickled down his throat as he watched the club before him. Tonight was a night to stay vigilant; Duke could feel it in the air.
iShatteredSanity: [Demetrios.] “You let her leave your apartment alive?!” –Demetrios was actually surprised.- [Alexandros.] “Well…I kinda did.” –He said while rubbing the back of his head before he regained his composure.- “But hey, I did quite a number on her. She will carry some scars to remember our encounter. You can say that I scarred her for life.” –Alexandros said and grinned like a 2 years old boy while Helena shook her head.- [Helena.] “Some screws must be really loose in that head of yours.” –Helena said and Demetrios nodded his head.- [Demetrios.] “I quite agree. But anyway, you said something about a gym. What happened there?” –Demetrios asked Alexandros who had his right eyebrow arched.- [Alexandros.] “First let me tell you how I met her.” -Alexandros paused for a moment to take a deep drag that he exhaled as he spoke.- “It happened at the Halloween party. There was some fight with that Sabina chick that works here and some other one when Ayalah butted in and pretty much kicked Sabina’s ass. That was when I butted in to stop them and she looked at me and called me by my name. I took a picture of her and then back home I ran a facial recognition software to find out who she is.” –Alexandros paused for a moment and looked at them all as they had leaned forward, wanting Alexandros to continue.- “I found out that she is an Israeli assassin. Very well trained and all that shit. But I could not find out her employer.” –Demetrios sighed but Alexandros did not mind that.- “Anyway, that chick is hot, so yeah, I may have developed a crush on her.” –He said and looked at them all again as they all slapped their foreheads and leaned back on their seats.- [Demetrios.] “You are hopeless…” –He said and shook his head.- [Alexandros.] “Hey, it’s not like I wanted that to happen. I like her guts. She has entertained me so far. But anyway, I will continue. I dared her to meet me and see what was going to happen, but she never responded to that. Then one day I decided to hit the gym, you know, work out a little bit and maybe score with some chick or something.” –Demetrios shook his head and chuckled.- [Demetrios.] “Sometimes I do wonder if you think with your normal head or your dick head.” –Helena and Anna could not help but laugh while Alexandros flipped them all off.- [Alexandros.] “Yeah, fuck you too, anyway. I met her there and we ended up having a small fight. Of course I kicked her ass. But it was that time when I felt like something was off. Later on I found out that the owner, some guy named Josh, fucked her and she was filming that. I also found out that while filming that thing she copied his hard drive along with a spyware that I had developed. So, I have my eyes on her.” –Demetrios nodded his head a few times.- [Demetrios.] “Good, good. Now, what did she copy?” [Alexandros.] “Videos.” –He replied sharply.- “But not any videos, videos from secret cameras in the showers.” –While saying that Demetrios could not help but chuckle while Alexandros shivered, something that made Demetrios arch an eyebrow.- [Demetrios.] “And here I thought that you would actually like those girls.” –Alexandros looked at Demetrios with a terrified look on his face.- [Alexandros.] “It… IT WAS HORRIBLE!” –He shouted.- “That perverted sick bastard had a video of Inga’s great grandmother!” –Alexandros shouted again and everyone’s eyes opened wide in horror.- [Demetrios.] “Holy shit, th… THAT’S FUCKED UP!” –Demetrios shouted and almost threw up while Helena was taking deep breaths; Anna still had no clue.- [Alexandros.] “Anyway. That was really fucked up, yeah. But he also had videos of Inga, Maggie and Mia. That guy was a pervert and not my kind.” –Alexandros said and grinned for a moment. || Meanwhile outside, Ivan and Nikolai were checking IDs and performed a quick body search on everyone. And they finally stumbled upon Sven and a guy with him. Ivan looked at Nikolai and nodded as they allowed Sven and that guy enter.- [Nikolai.] “Inga’s friends are our friends too.” –He said and looked at the crowd who began to cuss.- “Who wants to go home and not go in?” –He said out loud and everyone shut up.- “Good.” –He said and checked the weird view in front of him, Corsica and her… pet thingy.- “Errr… Go inside.” –He said, finally remembering that she was on the watch list. Ivan on the other hand checked the fake ID of the disguised Ayalah and the guy behind her.- [Ivan.] “Go in. Don’t cause any trouble.” –He said and went to check the ID of another couple behind them.-
CharlotteCarrendar:- On being let in, Sven gripped Dai’s hand in his and skipped through the doors, where they were met by a wall of sound, that had such a heavy beat. Blasting out, with the strobe lights, lasers, and smoke machines. The DJ’s up doing the decks was an expert and had the crowd whipped into a frenzy. “Come on…let’s dance…I want to show you off, my little Sushi wushi.”- The two went straight onto the dance floor, and what started as getting the rhythm, they then were in each other’s arms, and kissing madly. But, no one seemed to care. Everyone was getting off doing a lot of crazy shit, and with the star of the Death Club; Mia, yet to make her appearance, there was a heightened sense of tension, sexual and otherwise. Corsica and her sub mutt, were next to enter. But rather than taking the mutt to the bar, she decided to whisk him off to the BDSM room, where she was going to perform some rather nasty acts upon him, that would have him cream his leather pants real fast. A tilt to her black hat, she walked, or should I say, sashayed along, the sub lumbering after her, heavy breathing and just looking down right creepy with the mask. Next in was of course Vlad and Ayalah, who was wonderfully disguised in a black wig, and with dark glasses. Vlad, who didn’t care if he was noticed, seized her right arm and pulled her to one side. “No…funny business. Boss wants you to see what we paid you for.” Ayalah reefed her arm free from his grip and snarled. “I swear, I will kill you if you do that again. Now, where is Mia? I want this over with.”- Up at the bar, Dixie watched as Madame Ruza approached Nikolas’s end of the bar, and Dixie patted Maggie’s arm. “I need to use the Ladies. I be right back.”- Maggie gave a firm nod, but as she passed Inga, Inga looked concerned. “Skippy looks pale. Must have been bad cookie dough.” <3>
Carrendar: Word had spread long and wide of the DC re-opening. Some called it pure truth, others a hideous whisper of blasphemy. DC, back to life? After what.. Three months? Nah, couldn’t be. The rumours continued, until the night of Death Club coming “back to life” came. Iggy had to see it for herself. It was a weekend night, what else had she to do? Shoot up some more then pass out? Nah.. Something new, please. She hadn’t a care in the world at this point, and simply needed a good fix of tequilla and possibly a familar face. Dixie, Maggie, Nik. Someone. SO! Tossing on a pair of jeans, a tight fitting blue short sleeve shirt and her hoodie, Igniatus examined herself in front of her bedroom mirror. “Z’n-n-not b-b-bad f-for a d-druggie.” She snickered, fiddling with her leather bracelet and tracing a finger over the bumps on her wrist. Sighing and a heave of the shoulders she raked the knots out of her hair and flat ironed it out, put in some new dark red stud earrings and some lip gloss. Applying a little bit of eyeliner, that’s all. Nothing fancy, just a little something. Sporting her worn out tennis shoes she grabbed her wallet and checked inside. 100 euros, ID, a few pictures. Okay, good. Phone? Um.. She padded down her pockets. Okay, cigs, lighter.. PHONE! There, okay. Good. Was it time? YES! Not even bothering to let her Benjamin know (another argument had left them in a silient phase) she scampered out the door and grabbed the fist taxi she could. No walking today, time to save the energy for a night of partying.~ “Mick! Come on now, let’s not delay, eh? We’ve got a party to crash.” Grinned a red head, faired skin lad about the age of 23. A young bloke. A man strolled out of the apartment complex wearing a leather crocodile skin long sleeve jacket, tanned brown, dark blue jeans and brown leather boots. His blonde hair tickled his neck and he gave a wicked charming smile that made ladies fall to their knees in a split second. He skipped down the steps, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket -Mick-: “Alrigh’, alrigh’ mate, no need to rush. We’ve got all night, eh?” He smiled, tipping his Mick Dundee hat to a passing lady, winking at her. Mick Robinson was about 30 years old, and your total Aussie bloke. His brown eyes crossed over his friend Ian, the young Irish boy wearing a tux. Mick raised a brow. -Mick-: “The hell you wearing that for?” Ian shrugged, smiling. -Ian-: “Gotta impress the lass’s, aye got to.” Mick shook his head, sticking a cig in his mouth and lighting it up. -Ian-: “Alright now, are you ready or not? I want to see Death Club everyone’s raising hell about, sometime tonight, please. Or are we gonna stare at little girls all night?” -Mick-: “Jealous, Ian. I can get a shiela and you can’t?” Ian went to slap him upside the head, but failed, Mick being 6’1 and Ian only 5’7. -Ian-: “Come on, you stupid bastard.” Mick, taking a long drag nodded, shoving his free hand in his pocket and tossing Ian the keys. -Mick-: “Let’s go then, lest you want to stay and yell at me like me mum.” Ian rolled his eyes, catching the keys and rounding Mick’s truck, hopping inside and starting it up, revving the image, screaming at the top of his lungs as he laid on the horn. -Ian-: “Gonna get us some pretty Irish roses tonight, laddy! Mick Dundee and the Irish Pistol, YEEEHHHAWW yes indeed!!!” Mick chuckled, shaking his head. Tonight was going to be fun. Taking another drag, he checked out another brown haired gal passing him and dared to sweep a hand across her bum as she walked passed, Mick paying no mind as she stuck him the bird. He gave a sly grin as he got in the car, the woman’s curses a muffled figment of his imagination. Yep. Tonight was going to be fun.
