Oct 13 108 PA - Dirtier old men
From Chronicles
Midnight, Saturday night. Or it was Saturday anyway. Most people out clubbing began doing so on Saturday. For the Ivory Lady it is not the busiest hour of the day. No by far it is the shoulder of the evening where things start to slow down and the truly loyal patrons remain, or arrive. As such the club is fairly open, and loose, some staff doing early clean up where they can and preparing to close out for the night. The security though knows that this is often the time when things can be worst so they are on their toes.
After the normal rush is prolly a good time to come. Less people to get inna way. Less ta have ta watch. Bella walks in decked out in her little black club clothes. If she had too much less on she could be up onna pole here 'r somethin.
Gabriel looks like a lecherous old man, dressed in some obviously-borrowed clothes appropriate for the modern time, including a hat worn at a sharp angle. He's allowed his beard to grow over the past week, with whiskers now framing his mouth and covering his entire chin. He doesn't hesitate to drop his few weapons with the guards, enough to make them happy. Having follow quickly on the heels of Bella, he gives her a swat on the butt after passing through the special curtain. "Hey, baby girl, maybe we can get you an outfit like that. Yer not showin enough skin, y'know? Give daddy some sugar," he says, bending low - not actually all that low for him - for a kiss.
For the moment no one pays any special notice to the new pair. The security screens them like normal and the patrons are paying more attention to the dancing girls. One of the staff members watches to see what section they choose to sit in.
"Ain' even looked at the girls 'n yer already ready?" Bella smirks. But that don't stop her from giving him a kiss. And a swat back. "Don't get too riled up. Yet." A wink. Then she's gotta find them a place ta sit. Not right up front but not hidin in the back neither. Lets them see the girls and other people Ok. "
That's plenty of that for now. Gabriel stays a little close to his young girlfriend, and has some roaming hands, makes a few innuendos here and there, but otherwise follows Bella's lead. Naturally, he can't help but look at the pole-women, the servers and everone else who isn't either Bella or himself.
Most of them look and act like the sort of people you'd expect to find in a strip club at midnight. The people anyway. The dancers though take exotic to a whole new level. Three are out among the five poles dancing away. Two look human though the one on the far left is very pale. The one on the far right is a lizardwoman and mostly dbees sit around her.
Bella pickes the table. And the seats too. After her dirty old man sits down she takes the same one. His lap's better than the chairs. Probably way less sticky too. It lets her get all cozy with him. Whisper tasty things in his ear. Like "There's one. Ain' got no tan." In case he didn't spot that 'r weren't sure. "Must be eatin way better 'n me though."
Gabriel turns his head and taps the cheek, demanding a kiss. "Make it a long one. Yeah, I saw her. Figured she's pretty breezy, like you. Don't think I'd be able ta handle the botha ya." He waves down whoever's nearest and orders two drinks - allowing Bella to ask her own as he runs a hand up and down one of her thighs. "Looks like the folks who run the floor aren't out yet, maybe it'll kick the waitresses into gear, y'think?"
As the couple sits a waitress is out to take their drinks promptly, pointing out psi cola is available for 50 credits a bottle. The pale dancer on the left seems to finish her set, leaving the pole to retreat back stage and give her fans a few minutes to cool down. And over at the Bar what must be the manager returns, though she is also pale and extremely attractive.
Bella just gets a beer. And a lipful of Gabe since she kisses his cheek. Nuzzles his neck too. Cause it's fun. Then she's gotta stop to look up when some of the sets are done. To see who's maybe coming up next. And look 'round s'more. "So. Like whatcha see so far?"
Bella's keeper waves off the psi cola, but asks for a bottle of brandy or whisky, whichever they have, and a glass. No, both the brandy and the whisky, and one glass. As his hands continue to grope slowly, poking her lower body and strokeing Bella's neck, he comments, "Love it. Beautiful women, exotic dancing. Can't complain, can I? Think you can probably learn to dance from the chick that just left the stage. You know, brainy. Like a lot in common." Squeeze. "Good crowd?"
The waitress nods and retreats back to the bar to submit the orders as another pale dancer heads out to take the place of the one that left. At the bar the manager goes into the back again with the waitress following behind.
There's lotsa different stuff ta look at. 'N smell too. Beer. Cola. The old guy who's ear Bella nips at. But Bella gets a whiff of somethin else too. So she whispers a li'l. "Guess alla dancin makes people thirsty. Somebody's havin'a snack." Which ain'a bad idea really. But Bella settles with nibblin onna ear. For now. "Crowd's good. People workin 'ere 're way more pretty. 'N interestin. Wanna see if they do requests? 'R just wait?"
Gabriel gives Bella a deliciously seductive stare. Or creepy. "Really, a snack? Since I don't want to leave yet, where do you think I could eat.. you?" A slight pull on the hem of her skirt is offered as an attempt to get his pretending point across. "I think that the new girl's just as good as the one who left, dontcha think, babe?" He looks around, as if searching for his brandy and whisky, but in truth only looks at the room. "You think it's a real special staff the got here ta make it all run nice like this? Hey, hey... check her out. Nice, huh?" He's indicating what to him appears to be an attractive but otherwise entirely human woman in the crowd. Just a little unnecessary chatter.
The waitress returns with the drinks ordered and more. Gabriel's whisky and brandy bottles are set down first, followed by one glass. Then Bella's Beer is set down followed by a large goblet of blood. It is fresh, still warm. "Complements of Donna." The waitress informs Bella with a gesture back to the manager who nods to them from her post.
Bella lets the hem and hand go up. "Gettin antsy huh?" Then she's gotta stop when the drinks get there. Brow quirks up at the waitress. Then over at the Donna she points out. "Oh? Guess I'm makin'a friends already? Weren' even tryin." The nod is grinned back at. Li'l wave too. Then she grabs up 'er drink. The red one.
It's amazing what you see in his line of work. There's undoubtedly surprise, but Gabriel doesn't flinch. Hell, it was half expected. Still, he takes a moment to whisper sweet nothings into Bella's ear. "I don't think that our waitress is really with the whole vibe here, babe. Now pass it over." He gestures toward the blood goblet, giving Donna a smile - a slightly superior smile. He will drink, when and if it's handed over. After all, the surprising thing is that on a physical and mental level,
Gabriel has no problem with drinking blood. In his parents' native Poland, Duck Blood Soup - or more appropriately, Czernina - is a delicacy. He spent a long time with working with guerrillas in Africa, where blood bled form a living buffalo is a great stand in if water isn't immediately available. "Whadda think, baby girl? This a nice place or what?"
The waitress nods, waiting at the table for Bella to take a drink. She seems to be under direction to ensure it meets approval.
Bella lips her empty hand up. Puts a finger on her laps lips ta hush 'em. Nicer'n smackin 'im. Won't spill her drink neither. She takes a long slow sip. Then nods to the waitress girl. "Mmm. Tell 'er thanks. Guess I oughtta come 'ere more." Now she can nod to Gabe. "Think it's a great place."
Gabriel looks a little downtrodden that his girl didn't hand over the cup. Even that for revenge, he offers a cup of his own - by visibly cupping her butt and giving it a quick squeeze. "I is a nice place. Wonder how many of the people who work here are as nice as Dona, because that'd make for kick-ass club. Put the Alibi to shame. But.. whadda think, pour myself some brandy and enjoy, or go back to my place and... enjoy?"
"Good.. Donna told me to tell you that if you wish, you may buy the bottle for 500." The waitress replies with a shaky nod. She looks rather nervous about the proposition though.
"Tell 'er that's nice." Bella lifts the glass at the girl. "But think I'm good fer right now. Usually get what's on tap anyways." A wink. Then she's leanin back on Gabe s'more. "Have yer drink. Got mine. We can have some fun inna li'l bit."
The man then takes a great chance in the name if intelligence gathering. Speaking in quieter, more intimate tone, he says, "You have been saying that, and I hate to disappoint." Gabriel lets out a soft breath and does his best to communicate 'if you think it would help' via tone, and where and how he decides to squeeze his girl. "You know I'm always here for ya, any time you want some. Goblet's not going to stay full forever." Then, he waits to see if he's going to be pouring a drink, or if he's going to be the drink.
The waitress nods and looks relieved to here that. She then retreats back to the bar and resumes serving the other tables in her section. Things return to normal routine.
That gets Bella interested. And grinnin. "Hmm. Think we needa be findin'a extra dark corner." She takes another sip. But just a quick one. Then she's slidin up off Gabe's lap and grabbin fer his hand. Maybe it'll be a good way ta look 'round. 'R maybe she just likes hers aged a li'l? "C'mon."
"That's right, baby girl," Gabriel says greedily. "I'll give it to ya. Make yer ass shake." He takes her hand - makes an intentionally clumsy attempt at making it look like he's the manly man taking hers - and follows where he may be led, keeping his eyes open for anyone and even anything that may be odd or somehow out of place. Like a goblet full of blood, or the Red Cross blood donation van parked in the back.
While there are plenty of boothes on the sides and about half of them are vacant, none of them are really any darker than the rest of the night club. Though they certainly arents as well lit as the tables surrounding the dancing poles.
Bella ain't too picky. Ain't wantin ta run all over anyways. Booth onna side to the back works for her. Course an empty one. She grins at her dirty old man 'n tugs him in. Tugs the curtains after. "Where was we?" She's still grinnin.
Oh, nice ass, Gabriel thinks- no, it actually slips from his lips - as he follow's Bella's wiggling behind to the booth. Once inside and his girl happy, "We was as far as you wanna take it in public, sweet cheeks. Just save me some energy for the bedroom, don't forget - I get mine, too." He slides into whatever position Bella seems to prefer, apparently willing to take the mission to a successful completion in whatever way is necessary.
The way they were sittin 'fore was just fine fer Bella. So she slides back on his lap again. Makes 't a li'l harder fer him ta run 'way too. Just in case. "This's really interestin. 'N fun. 'N s'prisin." She starts with a kiss on his cheek. Like before. Then she's back on his neck again. Like before. Almost. She's nibblin with a li'l more teeth this time. Not too much though. Not yet. Maybe checkin ta see how good the good guy's word is. Is it all important to the mission? Maybe. Is it fun for her? Hell yeah.
It's important for the mission if for no other reason that it shows that he's cool with the whole 'vampire' thing, as demonstrated by genuine bite marks. Not knowing if the booth is bugged means that he can't just twiddle his thumbs and look at his watch. Gabriel leans his head so that his own bedroom toy can get a better angle. "Go on, baby, you know I'm the good stuff. AB negative, rarest flavor. Just remember it when we get home." He then closes his eyes as if this is something that he enjoys - never know when a miniature surveillance camera is peering at you.
Nice's it is ta get it right from the big tap that gets messy too. Kinda a waste when the rest sprays all over the place. Hard for Gabe ta make more too. And he wouldn't be as fun ta talk to. So Bella's gotta go for the li'l tap. She holds one of his hands. But ain't ta make 'im feel all safe. Not really. Wrists're almost as good. Way easier ta patch up 'n hide. So she munches there instead. She don't getta drink in mostly public. 'R have people't she don' gotta trick 'r beat up. So this's a treat. For her. Still feels like somebody sinkin fangs in yer wrist for him. Least she's nice enough not to go too deep.
He'd never claim to be a person who can sit and take torture. Sure, trained and conditioned to handle it, but Gabriel has always known enough about himself that he carreid a cyanide pill with him, knowing that eventually he'd break and that would be a good way to keep from talking. However, he's been doing things with painful elements long enough that he *can* take extremely intense pain - as long as it doesn't last much more than five minutes or so. Even taking it looking like he doesn't feel it. What he does have to quash is some surprise as his wrist is bitten, and not his neck. "Mmmm. There ya go. That's why you've stayed with daddy, babe. How many people out there ya think'd drool for a guy like me?" Why not ask a question. Maybe she can't talk, but perhaps she can hold up fingers. Maybe.
Bella ain't gotta thrill like this inna while. No fightin. Not really any hidin. No body ta worry bout 'r clean up. Makes it even better. Oh. No body. That means she's gotta pretty quick. Oh well. She weren' starvin. Just savorin the taste. Bella can hold up fingers. But she uses 'em ta squeeze his wrist after she le's go with her teeth instead. "Mmm. Bet a couple of 'em'd think yer tasty. Think there's 'nuffa ya ta go round? Kinda like my pet breathin right now." She grins. It's a nice grin. Even toothy and with the blood.
Gabriel pulls a handkerchief from a pocket, dabbing at his date's face like it's normal. "That's right. You take if good from me both ways, don't you?" Gives a little shiver as if he'd just enjoyed the experience. "Guess all the drinkin' goes on in these private booths. Donna's got a good thing goin'. Nice tits on mosta the dancers, too. Damn waitress though, looked like she was afraid of losing her job to affirmative action, y'know what I mean?" He winks. Maybe she doesn't know what he means. "Gotta wonder how Donna came up with the idea, it's brilliant - and the cash. Fuck, that's gotta be a load. Maybe a little girl talk? A favor for daddy for givin' ya a public orgasm?"
"Sure." Bella smirks when he cleans her up. He's good. Prolly gonna have an earful for her late. Might as well make it 's worth it as she can. "C'mon daddy. I gotta see how she got alla this tagether. Way better 'n anythin I seen 'r thought about." Maybe all of 'em ain't all bossy assholes? That'd blow her mind. "C'mon." He oughta be usin the hanky for himself though. She stands up again 'n lets him if he wants before they go back out.
Gabriel dabs at his wrist, then makes a neat field compression wrapped around it - very nicely aesthetic - before starting to head out. He leans in to kiss her ear, just in case there are those damn cameras. "Try to find out how she got the place and how many vamps work here. If you can, see if there's a 'Dregs contact. I'll see if I can't chat up a waitress." Then he gives her a long kiss and a nibble of her earlobe. Then strokes her boob once for the camera. Opening the curtain, he slaps her ass. "Go on, sugar. Brag about whatcha got - and it's all yours, no one else's." Whap on the ass.
Out side the booth little has changed since before the pair disappeared behind the curtain. Three new dancers of the same variety now adorn the poles but otherwise business continues as normal.
Bella lets out a li'l laugh. Don't even have ta fake it. She's havin fun. The dancers ain' sucha big deal to her. When she looks round she's lookin for Donna. Never really gotta thank 'er for the drink. Maybe she shoulda took up the offer on that bottle too. Not as warm but way less messy.
Squeeze on the butt again and a somewhat overly-strong squeeze of her neck, as if collecting ownership, followed by a strong and hard kiss on the lips for all to see. Gabriel straightens up and winks. Speaking in a normally conversational tone, "Go on. I'm gonna see if I can't wrangle up that threesome. Give the manager my best, babe." Then he's off, casually roaming the room, stopping at his table for a swig of brandy, oogling the strippers - with an obvious air of feigned indifference - all so that he can hopefully find the girl who'd delivered their drinks.
Donna is at the bar, looking to be working it just like a normal person would. Well a normal 11 out of 10 beauty who is excellent at it would.
"Have fun. Just not without me." One more smirk for Gabe and Bella's goin fer the bar. Seems like they got the best drinks at this place anyways. She slides up to the bar. Has to give Donna a smile. "Ya got an awesome place here. Why didn't ya take over ferever ago?"
As he wanders and pretends to enjoy, Gabriel stops at his table again, this time to actually fill a glass with brandy so that he can walk around with it, sipping as he goes. Couple of words here and there with any interesting patrons, but only chit-chat. No, he's seeking to corner - in an inconspicuous way - the attention of their waitress. He'll keep looking for a few minutes, but if she isn't around or doesn't appear, start listening for another possibly similar ear to speak with.
Donna shrugs, glancing causally at Bella as she considers her answer. "Wasnt my show until recently." She answers blandly, like she would if anyone asked. The waitress isnt hard to find either, she's still around helping tables. Cornering her though will be difficult, especially inconspicuously
Bella nods some. Shrugs some. "Too bad. Like what yer doin with yer show though. Now that't's yers." She looks round at the place again. She's impressed. "Hope it's gonna stay like this. 'R get better. Could come here alla time."
Well, a waitress's work is never done and it doesn't even look like she's earning tips. Poor girl. Gabriel makes a very solid mental note to look for her in the future to resolve her situation happily. There has to be someone around. Even some guy sitting by himself masturbating while he watches the nude pole dancers and trying to cover it up with a napkin and pretend coughs. "How long ago'd they bring in the new broads? I mean, these are quality chicks, right? Ya gotta help me out, I'm trying to settle a bet. Buy you a drink?" He keeps a careful eye on Bella, the crowd, and the obvious undead.
Donna nods and gives a slight smirk. "Well I dont imagine it'll stay the same forever. But I hope change is for the better. Just a matter of control really. The right system and control is easy. We've got a great system." She says a bit vaguely to Bella.
"Oh?" Bella's brow quirks up. "What kinda system's that? Gotta work way better 'n the last one I seen. Since they ain' round no more. Hadda make up my own li'l system after that." Now she's smirkin too. "Course they were pretty stupid. I ain't. But didn't come up with nothin like this."
What, it's a club where no one talks? Gabriel continues to prowl, stopping now and then to sip and watch the dancing girls. Perhaps a waitress not quite so flustered as his own. "Hey, how'd ya land a sweet job like this? I gotta friend out looking, all she can find is up with a coffee place."
"Make them give us what we want, in exchange for what they want." Donna replies bluntly as she makes a drink order to be taken out. "And we have the perfect tools to do just that, sure its their system, but it works." Its not that no one talks, its that people like familiarity. An unfamiliar face being chatty in a strip club can be awkward. Being chatty with a waitress can be even worse, especially when its not your waitress.. She gives Gabriel a lazy glare and swerves into an unbelieving eye roll. "You're going to recommend to a friend that she work in a strip club? Yeah that will go over well."
Bella nods. She can't argue with that. It ain't all that diff'rent from what she was doin. Just more givin 'n less just makin people think was gonna give. "Just gotta watch out fer prudes. Course." She smirks. "Ain' really none of 'em gonna come in 'ere anyways. Nice. Handy." She looks out at other people again. Has to smirk more at Gabe 'n the girl rollin her eyes big enough that Bella can spot 'em from there.
"Not a strip club, a classy gentleman's club where they also allow women," Gabriel says as he meanders back to his table, rolling with a punch as if it hadn't even been thrown. Bella seems to be doing well. Or at least, she hasn't been thrown out yet. Friendly talk didn't work? Well, he's nothing if not patient. He sits back down at his own seat and continues to sip at his brandy. Even mixes it with some whisky, since it's there. Tastes like shit, but you can drink it. Mouth didn't work. He kicks back and just observes the club through eyes and ears, trying to pick up on interesting conversations, counting numbers of people and species, watching to see if anyone else seems to be using the private booths or any unusual traffic from floor to behind the scenes.
Donna continues bartending without paying bella much further heed. Out on the floor the original waitress goes to check on gabriel and make sure he's satisfied with his visit so far. As for traffic it is certainly present. Questionable though is hard to determin. People come and go through the doors to the intimate suites fairly often. More often than one would expect.
"Just so ya know." Bella waits for Donna to do the drink thing before she speaks up. "Heard the place might be good fer me. Bitta talk inna Dregs. Know ya gotta get word out 'n stuff but... ain't good if the wrong kinda people hear the wrong shit. 'R start thinkin the wrong shit. Then pointy things get waved 'round. 'N not the kind ya want here. People get extra stupid when they get all scared. ya know?"
Gabriel offers his waitress a quiet nod of appreciation; yes, she's doing just fine, he's quite happy. Here's a buck, don't blow it all at once. His spy seems to be doing well enough without any awkward intervention from the living. He then waves the waitress down. "Gimme one a them psi colas you were talking about. Gonna take it home'n try it there, make sure I don't make an ass outta myself, y'know." Otherwise, he simply keeps a gentle eye on Bella.
Donna levels her gaze with Bella and acknowledges her with a slight nod. "Yeah, insane even. But insane enough to come in here and start something in a club full of satisfied customers? Well idiocy knows no bounds they say. In which case I'm quite confident it would be or patrons who rose to the front line to defend us." Meanwhile the waitress looks a bit sympathetic and shakes her head at Gabriel. "Sorry sir, all drinks are inhouse only. No off sales." She explains apologeticly but waits to see if he changes his mind on having it to go.
Bella mixes a grin and a smirk. Nods back. "Yep. People're even more dumber when they're happy. Good ya figgered how ta work their system. Sounds like things're gonna be fun. That'll be nice." Then she's gotta ask. "Still sellin that bottle? Figger I oughtta get one fer the road. 'N after."
Gabriel takes an interesting note of the in-house-only policy. "Fine, I'll stay 'n drink. Strange policy. Donna give out a lotta special drinks to new patrons? Eh, maybe it's my girl's special look. But, ah.. y'know, just between you and me... most people aren't cool with the house specials, if ya get what I'm sayin. Anyone ever come in to see the chicks and then bitch about it?" Here, another buck to help put you through beauty school.
Donna nods to Bella. "Sure, 500 credits and i'll have it brought over. In house only though, no off sales." She notes waiting for the credits and confirmation that thats agreeable. Back with Gabriel the waitress smirks and shakes her head. "Dont see no one complaining, do you? Place has only been busier since we added the 'specials' as you put it." She notes before leaving to retrieve the psi cola requested.
Having come here to ooggle women, Gabriel takes a moment to check out the ass of his waitress as she goes to get his cola. The one that he said he would only drink at home; there goes fifty credits. He still keeps a wary eye on Bella and considers how to ask some rather pointed questions in the form of a dirty old man with a living sex doll.
Bella's got creds. Hands over the bills. She ain' one fer fancy cards. Not inna Dregs. Watchin the waitress get Gabe's drink makes her remember. "What's with the cola anyways? Got some kinda deal goin with 'em 'r somethin? 'R people just like it? Ain't never messed with it. Dunno nothin bout the stuff." Duh. She likes the other special.
As the waitress goes to the bar to pick up the cola Donna waves her over and she goes deathly pale. A small shake of her head in hesitation but Donna gives her a stern look and she joins her and Bella. "Here's your bottle. You may enjoy her in a private room or booth." Donna anounces gesturing to the now quivering waitress. Another waitress comes to the bar and seems to know the drill as she grabs a cola to take out to Gabriel.
As he watches the goings-on with Bella, the little voice in Gabriel's head says, "Oooohh... it's a whorehouse slash opium den." He then wonders why any living beings still work here. He also sips at his drink and wonders if there's much more that he can do at the moment other than watch the back of someone whose back really doesn't require watching. Think, Gabriel, think!
Oh. Fun. Bella gets a warm bottle. She smiles at the girl. Crooks her finger. "C'mon. Never know. Ya might like 't this time." She looks sideways at Donna. "Room? Think I like that. Case she likes it -too- much." A wink. She ain' seen the rooms yet.
"Wooden door on the right." Donna directs with a gesture.
