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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 3:16 pm
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Paprika ended up falling asleep quite a bit ago, like during the time someone asked if she should be going home. Luckily the nice soothing arguments between people and odd accents helped her sleep. It reminded her of home in the big city! But her nap didn't last long, after a few minutes she quickly sat up again and looked around confused. Her cheeks quickly turned scarlet, noticing what happened to her. So the young girl quickly stood up and laughed nervously to herself.
Paprika made her way out of there. She didn't want to stick around for too long and end up running into someone she recognized, like her sister... or a cop or something.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:51 pm
Though.. Conor shouldn't be talking, but, eh, he shouldn't be talking a lot. Still did. He turned to Keith as the guy jabbed him lightly with his elbow, getting his attention with a snicker. Oh? Was that one-eyed slut still on their case? He thought their ID's were enough to shut her trap! ..Wait, wait.. Conor actually took a moment to get into the conversation and figure out just what the hell they were chattering about. ..Stripping? Wait, did these country-hicks ******** think they – oh, that was funny. He grinned and agreed with Keith loudly, distracted from the fact that he was still waiting on his damned drink. Not when Keith was climbing onto the stage, completely sober, and getting ready to dance. Well, Conor had to admit, he felt like he was missing what the hell had just gone on, but he couldn't deny he was enjoying this result. A lot. Music wasn't bad, but the lighting and.. Oh, no ******** way he was going to start thinking all artistic and s**t. No, focus on the fact that he just tossed his boxers ontop of the blond whore. Was it immature to think that was funny? Because Conor was ******** immature. He grinned widely and snickered for a good few minutes.. Before falling silent and watching the owner expectantly. She had to give it up – that was good. Better than anything those two chicks could do.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 6:55 pm
 "That's the spirit," Nanami grinned, bumping Carly's hand lightly with her glass in a one-sided cheers. She glanced up at the bartender, impressed that he was actually following through with such a complex order. If any of her customers asked for anything more complicated than a few details, she had to take heavy notes in order to keep things straight. She ignored what was going on behind them, although she was half-listening. She didn't need to see some teenage boys strip. She noticed that Paprika had left, and she was able to relax a bit more.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:09 pm
 Bela had backed away when he threw his boxers at her, letting it fall mere feet in front of her. She stared at him with cold, hard eyes. "You didn't need to get completely naked, it's not like you HAD to do it. I mean, s**t, I feel like I've commited statutory rape, just by looking at you!" she crouched down, grabbing his boxers with her thumb and index finger. But held it as far away from her as possible, before tossing it back at him. "Nobody wants to see you naked, you little twerp! So here's your crap back!" she watched as the flung object looped in the air, falling right in front of him. She refused to look at the boy's genitalia, she was sure that was what he wanted.
Matthew, meanwhile, served up the drinks. Indicating the more quieter boy to come get them. "Really, your friend should learn to pick his fights." he snickered, pointing at Alice, then at an indignant Bela. He then looked over at Carly, who was ignoring the whole thing and interacting with the red-head. He couldn't hold back a smile; Carly actually talking to a stranger! He didn't mind the boy's nakedness, he found it amusing, but he'd seen much worse in his college days.
Carly had smiled at the redhead, glad that she had opted to ignore the situation, too. She looked at the woman's hair, it was pretty; to say the least. She had hated her hair so much when she was younger, but now she just beared with it. Matthew loved her hair, so she kept it this way. "You have pretty hair," she said with a small smile, wanting to reach out and touch it. But that would be very inappropriate! "Are you an hairdresser, by any chance?" she asked with genuine curiosity, propping her elbow up and resting her head against her palm  
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 9:35 pm
Now Nanami was really glad she had decided to ignore the boys; she really didn't need to see any of what was going on. Besides, they sounded unpleasant, and ignoring them was the best option by far. Carly's question surprised her. A hairdresser? Was that how she came off to people? Well, maybe if she just went on the basis of her hair? Nanami had always liked her hair color, it stood out and was unique, but she put minimal effort towards styling it. Sometimes she let Haruka style it, but that was once in a long while...
"Thanks," Nanami said simply, still trying to figure out the thought process. "But no. I'm a tattoo artist. I own a parlor not too far from here."
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:28 am
"Vell he hast skill aber ztat vas... not as.. seductive as ich habe seen ozters do." Hans said gently. "Ztough.. it vould be gut to see ein Fraulien do ztat up ztere. Ist ztere no vone ztat vill do ist? Ich kan pay." Hans said as he looked around. "Generously." Hans added with a smile. "Ja? Nein? Ein private vone? Ich bin lonely." Hans said with a sigh as he drank down his ...other alcoholic drink.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:35 pm
 ____________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - ____________________________________________________________ ...He didn't have to strip completely. Alice could only raise an eyebrow as she watched the boy, ignoring a few complaints and bitchings from Bela. There was work to be done but... The woman opted for ignoring the boy as she took a glance at the strip club, partly to ignore his nakedness, more so to see what was going on in her business. The kid from before left, that was good, she was wondering what she'd have to do with her. Their bartender was working well, and the other two were calmly chatting it up. Sure the other kid that came with their stripper boy was silently being a pain, while Hansel was being... well a man. And of course, Bela was being a b***h, What else was new? Of course with the boy being an open p***k, she'd let Bela go nuts. After that, she glanced at the boy's face, meeting his eyes before shrugging. "I've seen better. You need some refining, a lot actually, but it could be worse" replied Alice, of course, subtly... it was... a job offer. As soon as Bela got that, she'd be flipping. Alice decided to ignore Hansel right now. He was being a man...
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 4:14 pm
 Keith smiled at bella with his usual cocky smile. Sure, it wasn't as bad as Conor's, but it still was damn cocky. He was happy to have shocked her. That would teach the dumb b***h. He walked around the stage, slowly getting dressed. He couldn't stay naked forever, after all. He shoved his underwear in his pockets, have no choice but to go commando, considering he had ripped them off. "Don't worry Blondy. I'm legal." No he wasn't. "Although, I admit that being as old as you, it might be borderline ******. Which reminds me. I should tell you that when you are shocked like that, your wrinkles shows. That's not good for business." He teased her some more. She was what? Thirty? Old meat. Soon no one would care about her. Okay yeah, she didn't look thirty. Maybe 25 at best. But still, anything to piss her off would make him happy.
"Well then, I suppose I'll just have to come here more often to... refine myself." Replied Keith to Mia. Yeah, he had understood what she had meant by that. That sounded exactly like something Conor would have said when he wanted to praise someone. They were both too stubborn to give compliments to someone.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 4:29 pm
Bela merely glared at him, through the whole thing. "Oh, yes. Because your oh so complex!" she said with fake awe, reaching for him like a fangirl, before dropping her arms and sneering. "Wrinkles? Please," she shook her head disappointed, Really, that the best you got? she thought with amusement. He may be an a*****e, but she would love to crush the little twerp. "I'm sure you weren't checking out these wrinkles just some minutes ago. Besides that you've made an perfect a** of yourself," she teased, raising her hand up and slapping her butt. Taking a quick sharp intake, "Ooh, a perfect a**." she wiggled her eyebrow suggestively, having let out a little moan at the slap. Oh yes, she was that kind of b***h.
Carly sighed, disappointed at her bad guess. "Oh, an tattoo artist?" she asked, quite thrown off. That was the last thing she expected! Tattoos?! "I've heard getting a tattoo is really painful." she grimaced, just imagining the big burly guys on T.V. wincing like little girls.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 4:43 pm
Keith chuckled as he walked pass Bella to get back at his seat next to Conor. "Hey, I wasn't lying. Just trying to be helpful. I wouldn't want you to scare everyone away. Beside, I got a thing for MILFs like you" He said with a wink. Now, he was pondering which one would be better. ******** her, or making her cry of madness? ...Both at the same time sounded good. Yep, it was decided. His new goal would be to make her life as miserable as possible. Maybe steal one or two of her costumer... Oh, what was he saying, he would take every man that could be seduced with some alcohol. They didn't even needed to be gay. Anyone could be seduce by a young boy if they were drunk and horny.
He leaned down next to Conor, taking a sip out of his drink. Yeah, it wasn't bad. Pretty good too. At least the ******** didn't put lemon juice in it. "So, dude. Seems like I got a job."
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 5:03 pm
____________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - ____________________________________________________________ Why she just offered a job to the cocky little b*****d, one would never be sure. Maybe it was the attitude. It was a nice change. Or those binges Alice tended to make every once in a while. Perhaps it was just that the kid had talent. She'd know why, that's what mattered. Point was, that kid was her new employee. "Come on you two, try not to kill each other within the next... 20 seconds" said Alice, flicking her hand at the two. Yup, most likely a binge. The brunette returned to her spot at the bar next to Hansel to take her drink. Damn it, it was kind of warm... She shrugged and swirled the glass a bit, to let the ice refresh it, what little remained anyways, and took a sip. Yeah doable. "So you're lonely?" asked the temptress, referring to his previous statement. Not that she'd satisfy that, but he did pay her a drink, the least she should do, SHOULD, was keep him company.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 6:12 pm
Nanami just smiled simply back at Carly; that was a common question. "Well, it depends. The location, the design, your tolerance for pain, and the technique determine how much it hurts," she replied in a matter-of-fact fashion. She was using a needle to inject ink under a few layers of skin, so there was bound to be some pain. "Still, I think it's a worthy price to pay for a permanent piece of art, right?" she broke into a wide smile. Turning forward once more, she took another drink before continuing. "Some artists think that getting a piece of art into a museum is the ultimate goal. Others aim for something a little more eternal. But I'd rather have my art be seen and loved everyday by one person than glanced at by casual passersby... You know?" Wow, she was being talkative. Nanami smirked into her glass and finished off her drink.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:04 pm
Hansel chuckled lightly at the blonde and the boys banter. Alright he had to admit the boy wasnt bad. But Hans had always kept those thoughts to himself. Unless he was approached, he preferred women anyways.
"Sounds like dein vill habe ein handful vith ztose to." Hans said to the woman. "Ja. Aber enough auf ztat. To depressingt. Tell mich about deinself." Hans said as he turned to the woman. He ordered another drink the buzz was going he wanted drunk though. Too bad it took so much though.
"Ach vait old ztat order. Anyvone vant to do shots?" Hans said in a boisterous voice as he smiled to the others. "Ist on mich." Hans added. "Ein new town, ein new life. Schould start ist off right javhol?" Hans said with a laugh.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 7:27 pm
MILF?! Bela was in no way a mother, she hated children! And she was attractive, right? a**! She would make his life here an living hell, no matter the cost. Honestly, she didn't know what to do now. She wasn't talking to that idiot again, Alice was entertaining the german and Matthew had just served the idiots their drink. She wasn't talking to Carly or Nanami, either. So, instead, she went over to the stage and sat down on the edge. Letting her smooth legs swing back and forth. Was she really that much of a b***h, that nobody would like to talk to her? Whatever. She could get by on her own, she didn't need anybody. Well, maybe Alice, but nobody else in here.
"That sounds great." Matthew interjected into Nanami and Carly's conversation, sounding like he was in awe. Indeed, that sounded somewhat philosophical.
Carly furrowed her eyebrows at his interruption. "Don't you have one on your right shoulder?" she asked, to which he nodded. "Did it hurt that time?" she asked with curiosity, turning to look at Matthew.
"I don't remember, I was drunk at the time, remember?" he chuckled, clearly amused. "It's nothing great, though. Just the number 23, you know, in bold." he laughed sheepishly, a little embarassed at the simplicity of it. It was his basketball team number in High School.
"Oh, right." Carly muttered, trying very hard to remember. Her eyes were looking down, but they seemed very distant. And her brow had furrowed in concentration, but then she sighed, and then looked back at Nanami with a relaxed expression.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:00 pm
Nanami was pleased when Matt jumped into the conversation; the more the merrier. "Every design has significance. It may not always be that special, but it was when you got it," she said, drawing pictures in the condensation on the bar. All of a sudden, something occurred to her, and she reached into her pocket, pulled out her wallet, and unearthed two business cards. She handed one to Carly and the other to Matt. "You guys should come down some time. We always appreciated visitors, even if they don't spend any money. Besides, if you're lucky, my kid'll be there. She makes good snacks," she said with a grin and a wink.
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