Aug 11 19:43:21 105 PA

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Tue Aug 11 19:43:21 105 PA.

You enter the smoke filled tavern called Moe's. Music blares from an ancient looking CD Jukebox. Inside is a collection of residents of Dregtown in varying states of intoxication. Juicers, Borgs, City Rats all sitting and drinking side by sde. Of course a few skulls roll from time to time but the Large bouncer standing by the door is over 7 feet tall and looks as if he means business. The places has a musty, old smell and the decor is dingy and yellowed with time. The red carpet on the floors is well worn and the paint is peeling off the walls. Still this don't keep the locals away as Moe's is a favorite.

The long bar, booths against the wall oppostite the bar, and the tables all seem very used, yet are strong...made of some reinforced material that's sturdy enough for the angriest juicer. A vid-screen behind the bar shows the JuicerBall game and the bar is packed with patrons clamoring for a drink...ya see there ain't no waitresses at Moes.

There is a smaller room to the back with a pool table. Not many people use the pool table on the count of the group of men, a few of whick are juicers, who usually play cards in the back room. Finally of interest in the bar is the video poker machines Moe' placed for your convienance. Winnings may be redeamed at the bar. There is also a bathroom door, a back door past the pool table and stairs going up and down behind the bar.

Early evening and the bar is packed. Thriving with the crowd of people who want a drink and some peace and quiet, perhaps some food, after work. Aimee is working behind the bar, a whirling dervish of drink serving. She is smiling brightly, her skirt twirling around her legs as she moves, the heels making quick clicks against the floor. Beneath the make up and the smile, she looks a little tired, smudges beneath her eyes showing beneath skilled application of coverup.

Roulin is in here near eight, and really dosn't seem to mind the crowd. Really he dosn't, and he's been here for about an hour already, though he's been sitting at one of the back booths, trying to build the courage to go up and speak to Aimee.

Into the early evening bar comes a large, powerfully built figure. His identity veiled by the heavy combat armor he wears, dripping with various smaller arms, all secured in a precise, military fashion. The helmed head, bearing a vaguely bestial silhouette, turns. Scanning the premises carefully for a moment before he starts forward, angling towards the bar. Heavy are the firm steps that carry him silently along. His attention fixed on the young woman who swirls about, serving the various patrons of the bar. Those who have seen Desmond often would note the precise layout and composition of his gear and perhaps recognize the big male, mingled with his distinctive height and breadth. When he nears the bar he pauses, waiting for a moment to let Aimee's attention come to him in the midst of her serving.

Aimee pauses as her supervisor murmurs in her ear and a flash of relief crosses her face. She nods and moves to the end of the bar, sliding onto one of the bar stools, kicking off her heels, another flash of relief showing on her face. She rubs her foot carefully, closing her eyes for a moment, an odd smile curving her lips. The supervisor calls over to her, asking if she was going to see Desmond this break. Aimee laughs, shaking her head. "After my feet let me walk so far..." She doesn't notice the large figure in the crowd, her attention not on customers but on her sore feet. She leans an elbow on the bar, closing her eyes for a moment. Just a moment.

Roulin glances over to see Aimee, and ponders for a moment, though he also spies Desmond. The human just sitting and waiting for the now, not really wanting to interupt the pair.

Desmond will come up slowly behind the resting woman, though he does not take great lengths to veil the low thumps of his nearing. But when he does near her, he reveals himself without delay. "Aimee." His deep rumbled words coming through the armor's speaker, one hand laying upon her shoulder carefully. As ever, quite gentle, letting only a bit of its weight press upon her. Pausing then, letting her react to his presence.

Aimee opens her eyes at the sound of thumps behind her, turning her head as Desmond speaks. Her green eyes widen, then she leaps from the stool, her feet not touching the ground as she aims herself directly at her lover. "Mon chat! You are out? I was coming to see you, in but a moment, mon chat."

Desmond takes a slight step back as she turns towards him, giving her room. Lucky for him as she comes at him a moment later, the big male briefly surprised at the reaction, but not so much to prevent him from wrapping his arms about her carefully. "Then it is good I came when I did, for it would have been unfortunate if you had arrived to find me gone. And I here, having just missed you." Of course, the words are given in all due seriousness, despite the innate humor in such a situation. "There is some insignificant damage left to heal, but I need not linger in bed for it to be so. And I am quite glad to be away from that place."

She laughs, tilting her head back to offer kisses, many of them, all over his face. "It would have hurt my feet more. You can sit quietly here, at the bar, and I will get you some meat and biscuits, I cooked them earlier..." She glances at the supervisor who nods and grins at her, and Aimee is gone from his arms, into the kitchen.

Roulin eventually gets himself up as he makes his way on over to the pair. When gets past the crowd enough to get close, he waves slowly and says "Desmond, Aimee." he gives a smile...though he's seemed to have lost the previous warmth to it as he says "Good to see you on your feet Desmond."

Roulin eventually gets himself up as he makes his way on over to where Desmond is. When gets past the crowd enough to get close, he waves slowly and says "Desmond." he gives a smile...though he's seemed to have lost the previous warmth to it as he says "Good to see you on your feet."

Desmond takes those kisses, though first he must remove his helmet, which he does after a moment, letting it dangle from one arm as the other moves back around Aimee. There is only a small spot at his left temple with healed skin, not yet veiled by fur, to tell the tale of his injury. "I will await you here," he promises her before she goes off to get him food, lingering to watch her go.. when Roulin arrives behind him. The big male turns to face him and dips his head in greeting. "Roulin. I am glad to be so myself. I have been told what you have done for me.. I was not aware you were paying for the bills involved, though you did not need to do so. I think you for that." THe sentiment honest enough. Though as he considers Roulin, a slight concern furrows his brow. "You are well?" Asked a moment after the rest.

Aimee returns from the kitchen, a large bowl, with biscuits on the plate beneath it, and a bottle of beer. She is talking before she reaches them, her eyes on Desmond, reaching around to put them on the bar beside him. "See, here there is stew, as you like, and ..." Her eyes finally get the message through to her brain and she almost shrieks, "Roul! Mon ami!" Again, twice in one evening, she hurtles into a man's arms. Whether he wants her or not.

Roulin is surprised to say the least when he suddenly has his arms full with Aimee, though he dosn't seem to object and instead hugs her close before releasing. "Well, Desmond, least I could do. If you weren't talking to me, I bet you woulda seen the sniper. On the other hand, well...yeah, things have been okay, just a bit stressful." he looks back to Aimee then says "And how are you Aimee? Havn't gotten to talk with ya since I got back."

Desmond looks towards Aimee as she starts to speak, then folds his ears back as she shrieks out. A reflex, though the sound doesn't truly harm him. They flick upward again a moment later and he turns a firm look on Roulin. "You did not yet let her know you had returned?" A slight reproving bent to that tone. Though he leaves potential further reprimands to Aimee herself. "I would offer to reimburse you, but I suspect you will turn the offer away. But I will remember what you have done for me." For now he lets the food lie, even though his middle craves some proper filling after the last 'lunch' he was brought before being discharged.

Aimee doesn't release Roulin entirely, listening but speaking rapidly, her accent thickening. "But when did you get back? I did not expect you for months..." Desmond's comment draws a frown to her forehead. "You have been here a little while and not let me know?" There is hurt, and temper, showing as a flash in green eyes. "What did you do for mon chat?" She moves a little away from him, leaning into Desmond, her arms folded, the temper simmering in her face.

Roulin looks down to Aimee, "You knew I was in town Aimee. When Desmond got shot, first thing I did after getting him to the best hospital in town was to call you. I only got back a few days before that...but I sent you a letter, another car smashed my front axel in, and got me eliminated too early to be allowed to continue."

Desmond slips his arm about Aimee as she berates Roulin, then he corrects the issue. The big male nods slowly, having been uncertain. "You did say so, I was confused for a moment as to that." He looks to Aimee and gives her a gentle squeeze with an arm laid over her shoulder. "Aimee has been working a great deal, such things are easily forgotten amid such trials." As much said to ease her as to ease Roulin, understanding in his deep voice.

Aimee's temper vanishes it quickly as it flared and she covers her mouth with her fingertips, the ring on her finger glinting in the light. "Oh! I forgot, forgive me, mon ami. I am so tired, this place, I live here." She leans into the space beneath Desmond's arm, her cheek against his chest. "I barely see our home." She shakes her head, the curls flying. "But I have this week off and I will sleep... perhaps." The look up to Desmond is amused, her eyes dancing.

Roulin chuckles softly, and gently motions it away with his hand, like it didn't matter a bit to him. "Well, it's good then. Good you'll be on vacation then Aimee." he pauses and gives his best smile, though it still lacks the previous warmth, like his face dosn't come quite so flushed and beaming. "Desmond...what now? You still working here?"

"There will be some time for sleep, yes," Desmond agrees, his head canted as he gives Aimee a warm look. "The first night of your days off will be a day in which I take care of you, My Flame, in every way to see that you are relaxed and comfortable." A promise given in that before he looks to Roulin. "I have taken on a job at the Pro-Tech factory," he replies. "I no longer work here, though there are times I regret that I do not, now that she is here. But in many ways, though tiring, the work there is more favorable."

The green eyes narrow on his face, a considering, assessing look entering into them. "Roul, would you come visit, and perhaps we can talk?" The tone is lighthearted with an undertone. Desmond's warm look is returned, and a light blush touches her cheeks, her smile widening. "He works there for more money, towards the bar." She comments, her eyes straying back to Roulin, questioningly.

"Aimee and I are dwelling together, at Raleigh's Retreat," Desmond tells Roulin. "You are welcome to visit when you might wish to, of course." He looks to her then and nods slightly. "Yes, part of the lure is the money. It will be a pleasant thing when we have the bar, a better place for the both of us." He turns his attention to Roulin again and rumbles, "If I could offer you a proper position, I would. But i doubt that you would have much desire for a job revolving around manual labor."

"Non, I have moved with Desmond, room 8." She runs fingertips over the arm that embraces her, the smile unwavering. "Perhaps you can find some work here? Just bouncing?" She reaches past Desmond, breaking off a piece of biscuit, giving him a sidelong look as she pops it in her mouth. "You should eat it before it gets cold." She licks her fingers quickly, before asking Roulin. "So, Roulin, are you hungry?"

Roulin chuckles softly, "God, I must be a complete food whore. Every time we meet, I manage to get some of Aimee's best food." he chuckles softly before he nods, "A bit peckish, but I had a late lunch." He ponders the location before he nods, "Sure deal, I know where that is. That's over where Atticus lives if I recall. As for manual labor? Nothing wrong with it, but it's nothing like feeling a power machine run under you."

Desmond regards Aimee for a moment as she chides him about eating. Though before he does so, a strange impulse strikes him and he lifts up his helmet, to carefully settle the bit of armor on Aimee's head. Likely the thing is far too big for her. "True, for most it involved equipment. They enjoy my presence there as I don't require such things," he tells Roulin before turning to settle himself at the bar, though with a bit of a sideways posture so as to not turn entirely from the two.

Aimee gives Desmond a startled look, putting her hand up to touch the helmet, her eyes questioning him. "I'll fetch Roulin something to eat." She murmurs, giving Desmond a small smile, as she turns to the kitchen, still wearing his helmet. The skirt twirls around her thighs, her stocking clad feet padding on the floor.

Roulin chuckles softly, before looking over to Desmond. "Think I've found all four drivers I need for NTI. Just need to actually get the details of the job so I can figure out if we're actually /suitable/ for it." he pauses, "But, moving in together? Neat. I really don't have a reason to move myself, it's really just me there. And I sock away my savings."

Desmond returns Aimee's look with one of perfect innocence, though as she walks off, he seems mildly intrigued by his own actions and the response, as if it were some private experiment. Thus it will be that he will be looking away from the direction she went when he shifts his attention to Roulin again. "Yes, it is a favorable thing to be nearer her," he agrees, sounding quite pleased with the situation. He then asks, "You have been seeking four others for a job? One you know not the details of?" His brow furrowing, the big male finally starting to eat, his gauntlets drawn off to provide for a finer touch when it comes to his food.

Aimee returns, a bowl of stew and some biscuits on the side for Roulin. She sets it down beside him, turning to lean into Desmond, her hip resting against him as she lifts the helmet from her head. She holds it, without comment, her eyes thoughtful, the green darkening. She turns it over in her hands, giving it that assessing look, narroweyed.

Roulin looks over to Desmond and nods. "Well, I'm one. But yeah, NTI wasn't being too specific on the job at the time." he pauses as he takes the biscuits and sets them aside to get a bowl full of the stew. "That, and I've got other things I'm keeping track of. A missing CS mechanic, and looking for something magic..."The Heart of Water", though nothing so far on my research through the library." he blows gently on the stew as he brings it to his mouth and sips it.

The helmet is pristine, without a sign of damage to it. Much as the rest of his armor is, though there are a few light scratches that have been filled in and a minor dent, both on the chestplate. Desmond furrows his brow slightly as Roulin speaks of the things that he is involved in. "Strange that they would not tell you what you must do. Such a thing seems suspect.. I would take care if I were you." A thoughtful moment spent before he wonders, "Why would you be seeking a person of the Coalition? And what is this.. 'heart of water'? You seek this too for another party." A curiosity obvious enough in the big male.

Aimee doesn't speak, her arms around the helmet, the ring glinting on her hand. Her thumb rubs lightly against the unmarked surface, her face thoughtful, her mouth curved. She glances between the two men, her eyes shielded with the thick lashes, lowered.

Roulin is oblivious to the ring for the moment as he nods to Desmond. "I know I know. But, they sponsered me in the competition, and they didn't screw me over there." he pauses and gets a bit more stew, the biscuits left alone as he looks to Desmond, "The mechanic 'went native'. He might have tried to flee the Coalition."

Desmond listens quietly as Roulin speaks of things, his expression lightly thoughtful. Though he nods at the talk of NTI, he still carries some concern in his expression. But he lets that slide as the second aspect is spoken of. "This is so?" He glances towards Aimee as he considers. Catching on her for a moment before he asks her, "You are well, My Flame?" Asked gently as he pauses his eating. Some concern in his tone.

She listens in silence too, her green eyes shifting between the two men, the emotion in them hidden in the veil of her lashes. Desmond's question draws a smile from her. "I'm fine, mon chat. Just a little tired." She rubs her cheek lightly against him, hugging the helmet.

Roulin nods to Desmond. "Yup, but see...I can't tell people that I'm looking for him, since Laramie has alot of CS...and it might endanger him more." he pauses a moment then looks over to Aimee. "I'd offer to cover the rest of the shift, but...don't think your boss would like it."

Desmond cants his head slightly as he considers Aimee, his left hand lifting to gently pass the back of two fingers along her cheek. "You should go to sleep. Could you not start your time away sooner, rather than later?" The concern lingering in his voice as he asks this gently. He looks to Roulin then and muses. "If this is true.. I feel it might be proper to offer assistance.. to draw another from their influence. But I know not how to seek out one such as this. Aiding them in coming here would be a favorable thing.. a chance to know a new way of living."

"My shift is a few hours more..." She shrugs lightly, a gaelic movement, reaching to put the helmet on the bar. "In a moment I have to start again." She glances down, looking for the shoes she so joyfully removed earlier. She crouches to take them, sliding her feet into them, the faintest of winces crossing her face. "I have the kitchen shift." She comments softly. "After work, mon chat, I am off then. You can carry me home." Her voice holds laughter, the amusement in her eyes obvious.

Desmond cants his head slightly as he considers Aimee, his left hand lifting to gently pass the back of two fingers along her cheek. "You should go to sleep. Could you not start your time away sooner, rather than later?" The concern lingering in his voice as he asks this gently. He looks to Roulin then and muses. "If this is true.. I feel it might be proper to offer assistance.. to draw another from their influence. But I know not how to seek out one such as this. Aiding them in coming here would be a favorable thing.. a chance to know a new way of living."

"My shift is a few hours more..." She shrugs lightly, a gaelic movement, reaching to put the helmet on the bar. "In a moment I have to start again." She glances down, looking for the shoes she so joyfully removed earlier. She crouches to take them, sliding her feet into them, the faintest of winces crossing her face. "I have the kitchen shift." She comments softly. "After work, mon chat, I am off then. You can carry me home." Her voice holds laughter, the amusement in her eyes obvious. Desmond has partially disconnected.

Roulin chuckles and smiles, looking Aimee over, before he says "Give me a call when you wake Aimee, and I'll see about coming to visit then." before he looks over to Desmond, "Sorry Desmond, can't risk a guy spooking from seeing a large feline like yourself. He's gonna need a human touch."

Desmond watches Aimee get into her shoes with some displeasure, but he keeps it light and rumbles, "I will see that this might is a restful one for you, My Aimee. Something I look forward to." The truth of his words allowed to bleed freely into his voice. He looks to Roulin for a moment at his words, something within him to be said, but he holds it back for the moment, Aimee getting his attention for the moment.

"If I can help, mon ami..." She lifts her eyebrows, "I have the human touch..." She blows Roulin a kiss from her fingertips, before turning to lift her face to Desmond for a kiss, her face softening. "I know, mon chat." She murmurs something in his ear before turning towards the kitchen, heels clicking on the floor.

Location:Kingsdale - Moes Tags:aimee, desmond, roulin