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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:00 pm
 ~New Day, a couple weeks later~
It had been what now? Two weeks that Keith was working at the Windmill? He had to admit that, being a stripper was really fun. It wasn’t as easy as he would have thought, most of the time he was exhausted by the end of the night, but it was fun, nevertheless. He was still kinda pissed that Bella was making almost twice as much tips as him, but that was only because she already had a steady base of Customer. Sure, he had been able to steal one or two, but nowhere near enough to make more money than her. He knew it was only a matter of time, however. He would get more popular than her sometime soon. If only it wasn’t for all those strictly straight males that made the major part of the clients. It was damn hard to convince them to get them to look at him. Bisexual and women were easy. Gays… well, he hadn’t seen much, strangely enough. Oh well.. Just a matter of time… just a meter of time…
Tonight was the night he was expecting Doris to show up. He had kept his word and brought her hat with him at work. Well… judging from Conor’s reaction at the beginning of the week, the hat was part of his stage costume tonight. He had been able to make himself a sexy cowboy outfit. Turn out to have been a good idea, for tonight was his best night yet. He should have thought of that before.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:15 pm
Doris came in, without her hat.. something that she had been loathing to live without. She stepped into the place, hands on her hips, swaying slightly as she looked around. Wow.. the boy was right this place was nice... wait was that a stage? Was this a- "A strip club?!" Doris blushed and put her hand over her mouth. She spotted Keith in her hat and a cowboy get up. Two and two added to four and she ran up to him.
"Oh mah God. Yall aint serious. A stripper? I mean this is a nice high class looking place. Ill give ya that. But id.. " Doris stopped herself. She was going to say she could never see the boy stripping. "Naw wait that might make sense i reckon." Doris added. "So yall gonna put on a show fer me?" Doris poked at Keith's arm before she chuckled and rested her hand on his arm lightly. "This is a surprise thats fer sure! I've never been ta one of these, didnt have em in my town." Doris giggled, blushing lightly. "Yall still gonna buy me a drink sweetie?" Doris said as she leaned into Keith and smiled to him.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 7:35 pm
He hadn’t spotted her when she entered the club, but he voice was unmistakable. No one else there spoke with the accent of hers, after all. He gave a little twirl around the pole before bending down backward and looking at her in that position. One hand was helping him holding his balance with the pole, while the other was keeping the hat in place on his head. His usual cocky smile came to his lips when he noticed her walking toward him. Her expression was priceless. It was a mix between shock, amazement and… something. What, he wasn’t sure. Not that he cared anyway. He twirled again to look at her normally when she came to speak with him. Not that he wanted to show her some respect or anything, really. It was just that he was about to lose his grip on the pole and that would have just been for business.
Talking about business, even thought it was a really good night, the only thing he had removed up till now was the t-shirt he had been wearing under his vest (well, ripped out was more accurate). More precisely, he had only remove that because the business was good. He had learned quickly that you had to take your time removing your clothes. The more people would tip you, the less you removed. That just let them begging for more and tipping you more.
”Well, if it isn’t the town only other cowboy. Well, cowgirl.” He stood up straight looking at her with his smirk on his face. ”Why so surprised? I did say I wasn’t a bartender. As for that, just tell Bigboy over there to give you one and to put it on my tab. As for a show… we’ll see. You didn’t want to give me one in the room, I don’t see why I should give you one here.” That was true. She didn’t strip, why should he? Well, that was his job, but who cared. Other than Oneye, that is.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:28 pm
Doris stuck out her tongue at him. "Well maybe after a few drinks ill join yall up thar and give yall a show." Doris said taking his comment as a challenge. She then looked over to tha bar. "Yall gonna join me shug or make a gal drink on her own?" She said as she pouted and gave him the innocent puppy dog eyes. She took her hands off her hips and played with her hair, giving him a innocent, meek and all too sexy look. "I love tha outfit by tha way." She added with a smile and a light bat of her beautiful eyes.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 8:41 pm
Well… That was temping. Wasn’t he due for a break anyway? But where was Conor? He had told him that he needed to be there tonight. How were they supposed to talk a drunk cowgirl into having a threesome, if the third one wasn’t there. You could never count on him to do anything. Well, not really. Conor was pretty reliable under the condition that your name was Keith Leblanc or that you were a dealer. He figured that the boy was either high or had just plain forgot. Oh well, one drink wouldn’t be that bad. With luck, she would be just the right amount of drunk by the time the other boy arrived. He looked for Mia who was busy around. ”Taking five!” He yelled at her. He had the right. Been working all damn night after all. Well... It was still pretty early but ******** that. ”Well, had to find something to match the hat. Been giving me quite the tips, I have to say… oh wait. I mean… I rekon it been given’ me tips.” He said, trying to imitate the cowboy accent that Conor had forced on him, while walking to the bar. ”The usual” He just told the bartender who had finally learned his drink by heart. Wasn’t that damn complicated after all.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:08 pm
Doris giggled at his accent and shook her head. "Shug yall trying to hard." Doris said to him. "Ah can yall be a dear and make me a Alabama Slammer, thanks pumpkin." Doris smiled to him. She then turned back to Keith before she leaned in and placed a hand on his arm again. "Shug.. fer one.. it'd be.. somethang like.. lemme see.." Doris put her finger to her lips and tapped those pouty soft and lipstick covered temptations with her finger in thought.
"I reckon that thar hat be doing ya some good. Gettin yall more money than a toothless hooker." Doris laughed. "Maybe ill hafta get ya one fer yalls birthday?" Doris said sincerely to him.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:29 pm
Keith cleared his voice a bit before trying to say what the girl had just said. Hey, if that meant he could top Conor more often, he sure as hell was willing to take some lesson from a slut! ”I reckon that the hat been doing me some good. Getting ya’ll more money than a toothlees hooker!” He tried before laughing at how stupid he just sounded. God, he was becoming pathetic. Taking lesson from her? Actually trying to impress Conor? Was he becoming a girl or something. ******** no. Back to plan A. Get the girl drunk and ******** her. That was an easy plan. Oh, and kill her horse somewhere in there. Oh? Gift? Keith liked gifts! Horse killing could wait an hour or two. ”Well ********. I sure damn well would like to have one. Never made as much money as tonight, and I’m almost still fully dressed. Too bad, girl, my birthday was two weeks ago. Perhaps you could get me one for your birthday. Making me happy should make you happy. So by that logic, I would be the one making you happy. And you should damn be happy on your birthday.” He said as he lit himself a cigarette, still waiting for his drink. Oh well, it was a busy night. He wouldn’t be a b***h about that right now.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:42 pm
"Close shug yall gettin better. Just.. remember ta use sweet names like pumpkin and shug and sweetie pie. Its like our cooking and lazing about. I mean we'all get our work done, but its laid back where i come from. And i do reckon some southerners accents are thicker than others." Doris added. "Yall watch that show... what is it? Spongebob? With that squirrel gal?" Doris asked him. "Yall can git yer lessons from her." Doris chuckled.
"As fer tha birthday present i suppose i should. I know.. i reckon i can give yall a late one. Making me and ya happy." Doris laughed. "Just gotta find a place that sells em. Though maybe i have one in mah bags somewhere's. I reckon ill hafta check. So Smooth talker, tell me about yaself." Doris said with a smile, as they got their drinks. (Going to assume they get drinks?)
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 10:08 pm
About damn time they got their drinks! Keith took a look at it to be sure it was a lime and not a lemon. Sure, the bartender knew how to make it now, but he didn’t trust him just yet. Yeah, it was a lime. Good boy. He took a sip out of it. Meh, could use a bit more Tabasco, but whatever. That would do for now. He took another drag from his cigarette before going back to Doris. ”Don’t know, don’t care. I don’t watch TV. Well, nothing else than horror movies, that is. Some actions, but they are stupid most of the time. Ain’t about to watch some damn kiddy show, though, pumkin” He said, mocking her a bit. That was true. The only thing he really liked about tv was gory horror movies. It was all the damn blood in it. Sure, it was fake, but Gosh, it still exited him. Especially those Saw movies. Oh, he loved those. They were like Paradise and Jigsaw was God. ”You know how woman don’t like to be asked about their ******** age? Well, you shouldn’t ask a stripper about his damn past.” He said taking an other drag and looking at her from under the hat. He knew in the back of his head that if Conor would have seen him right now, he would have jumped him and forced him into another round of sex. Well… forced was a big word. He then looked back at Doris with his usual cocky grin. ”But I’m in a good mood. Ask three questions and I’ll answer them. You might get the truth or a lie. I don’t care. But I’ll answer them.”
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 11:09 pm
Doris frowned slightly at his comment about not asking about his ******** past. But.. he did look hot with that hat on... She bit her lower lip and took a few good long sips of her alcoholic drink. Whoo that was potent. Her nose scrunched up and she smiled before she looked back at the boy.
"Alright shug.. One.. Yall got any siblings? Two.. Why did yall come here? And three... Where did yall live before ya came ta this little shanty?" Doris asked him gently.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 11:29 pm
Keith took another sip of his own drinking thinking about the questions she had asked. Where should he tell the truth and where should he lie? He had already decided to not give her a full truth on those three questions even if she had something stupid like what his favourite color was or if he even liked to smoke. First one was about his siblings. Of course, he had three with him being the youngest. Not that he had seen or heard about Alanis or April in the last three years. ”I only have a brother. Older. Although, you could say that Connor counts as a brother to me… Well, ********. He’s more important than any ******** brother if you ask me. So yeah, scratch that. One brother.” He took a drag out of his cig, finishing it up. He threw it in a nearby ashtray before looking through his pack to lit another one up. Seventeen left… he should go back to the general store to buy more, before it burns down… ”As for why we came here... Well, the ******** as I know. I’m still pondering that myself. I guess that the rent was cheap and like you said no ******** family here.” Or at least none that was supposed to be. He had been lucky to evade them since they had moved back to the island. If it could only keep it like that, everything would just be perfect. ”And we’re from the city. Been there our whole life. Gosh I miss it. So boring down here.” Of course, they had been there since the beginning of their real life. Not the stupid kid one they had before on this island. He went again for his cigarette, looking the girl up and down as he did. Yeah, the more he looked at her, the more he just wanted to do her. Maybe they would actually do her twice. Had they ever done the same person more than one, other than each other? Perhaps, but not knowingly. ”Happy? Is your drink good? Better damn be. ******** bartender. Took him a week to get my order down.” He gave a glance toward Mathew who was out of earshot. Meh, he had to say he was also pretty damn sexy and a good overall bartended. He just liked to b***h.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 6:27 am
So, now.. now he needed some excuse for not being there, but the issue was he couldn't.. think of one. Keith knew he didn't have work and Conor would have been doing nothing but lazing about, watching TV, sometimes coming down to hang around the club while Keith worked.. There wasn't any. It was after ten minutes of reaching the same conclusion time and time again that he decided to ******** it. He was Conor, he didn't need a goddamned excuse. Should be happy he was even showing up. Yeah, that was it. He grinned to himself and marched right inside the club. Buy her a drink.. He turned straight for the bar instead of heading to the second stage where Keith worked and spotted the cowgirl chatting with Keith. Good. He slipped into the seat on Doris's other side quietly and ordered himself something light, nothing to get him anything more than buzzed.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 12:03 pm
Matthew felt like he was being a little slow, but it was probably because of that a*****e stripper with his little lime and complex order. Little b***h, he'd put in a lemon next time, then he'll have something to b***h about. Sure, he memorized it by heart practically and still smiled when he served his drinks. But damn it, this was his job! Like Keith would know anything about what it was like working in the city! Now that was fast and loose, all the time. Matthew dreaded rush hour then, but heck, he actually missed working in a packed place.
Bela on the other hand, was sitting at the bar, too. Farther down than Keith, Conor and Doris. But her faux blond hair was unmistakable, even from that distance. She was bored. She had been watching Keith dance, but he already took a break? What a pansy! And sure, she saw him with Doris and Conor; she just didn't rightfully care. She had been approached by a few men, but she kindly told them to ******** off. Well, as nice as she could, anyway. She took a long sip of her drink, which some poor sap had bought her. It wasn't strong, at all. And it was girly. A Pink Lady, hadn't that been Alice's favorite girly drink? Well, whatever. "Honey, why don't you just go off and screw yourself? I ain't feeling like it tonight, get it? I doubt it, you don't look that bright. Even with that huge head of yours! Yeah, get lost!" she called, watching the ungly man turn around and leave. No fun. None of them were ever a challenge.
Matthew then served up Conor's drink, before moving on to another customer. Damn, this was great! It reminded him of the city days. And then there was Bela, always causing a commotion. She could be worse, though. He'd seen her slap a customer, at least once. No doubt in thinking she wouldn't beat the crap out of another one, if she felt like it. He contemplated her a moment, just a moment. Before moving on, back to his work.
How lonely it must be to be Bela James... honestly, she reminds me of Carly. Only Carly's more obvious, Bela isn't.
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:50 pm
((Well then lets spice up the night.))
Doris smiled to the boy gently. When he asked about her drink. "Its good, not the best, but not horrible either. Got a decent amount of alcohol in it." Doris said as she drank down more of her drink.. little more than half way gone. "Well look at this place this way shug. Its a new start. Whatever issues yall had in the city, shouldnt follow ya here. Here.. even though its small and boring... at least yall dont hafta worry about keeping up some image or whatnot. Yall can relax, make some money and ifin yall decide in tha end, move back ta tha city when its time." Doris added to him, before she finished off her drink.
"How's about a.. hmm.. I dunno shug whats a good drink, somethang potent. Dont worry i can handle it." Doris said with a blush, she was feeling loose and it showed in her gait. She was relaxed, the next if potent would have her buzzed.. and after that it got fun.
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Vlad's hazel gaze widened in delight as him and Dante stepped into the bar.. well.. they had thought it to be a bar. It was a strip joint. Look at that.. there was s**t to do in this town! Vlad laughed and grinned to Dante who looked meekly back at him and was blushing already.
"Come on where going to have some fun." Vlad said as he grabbed Dante's arm and dragged him up to the bar area. "Bartender My brother wil have a fuzzie navel and i will start with a SoCo and Cola. Heavy on the alcohol please, i didnt come here to acquire extra calories." Vlad grinned, before he turned around and leaned against the bar. He looked around the place...
Ah a few people were familiar, the boys.. havent seen the cowgirl before.. the blonde.. Yes from the cooking festival. He smiled to her, watching her from over the rims of his sunglasses, that he wore at night like an a** cause it made him look that much more.. devilishly handsome.
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Dante blushed and when they got their drinks he stirred it some before taking a sip. Wow oh Dear God that was potent.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 4:14 pm
Keith didn't say anything when he noticed Conor sitting down next to them. They had acknowledge each other's presence with eye contact and that was enough. He was playing it smooth, that was alright with Keith. He kept listening to what the cowgirl was saying, not really paying attention anymore. From now on, it was just smile and nod. Make her feel as if he was listening to her, while in fact his whole mind was on about how to get her in their bed. Or hers. Or behind the club. Anywhere really, he didn't give a s**t. He was about to reply something to Doris, when he noticed the twins walking in. Well, that was unexpected... really unexpected. What the ******** where they doing there, on that night. There was no way he could ignore them now... but Doris was there.. and.. Oh ******** it all. He stood up, gliding his hand around the girls shoulde, then neck, then other should, stopping between her and Conor. "Well Doris. Work is calling me. I'm sure I can leave you in my friend's here hands, right? You two have meet I presume? That's Conor. I'll be back later.. I have... Someone to do." Yeah, that wasn't a lapsus or anything. Hell, he was stripper, what did they expect?
However, what they wouldn't expect was him walking down to Bella. He stood in front of her before lighting up an other cigarette. He stood there for a good thirthy second, simply smoking and looking at her before he spoke. "Hey Blondie. I ******** hate to ask but I need your help. Well, not your help. I need a stripper's help and you're the only one here. You see those two tall guys by the bar? They're loaded. Own the general store and everything. You can tell by the suit the douch with his glasses is wearing. I say we bring them to the private section. You can do with Mister I-am-better-than-you and I'll take his b***h of a brother. What do you say? I know they won't do anythign without the other, and I got a damn feeling they both swing in different ways, if you know what I mean. He stoped talking and smoked some more, keeping his eyes on Bella from under his cowboy hat. He didn't really give a damn about their money right now. He just needed to distract them. Keep them away from now. Also, seducing them now would make it easier for when they'll have to act. He was still waiting on Dante's damn phonecall. He knew he would call, he just had to grow some damn balls.
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