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A New World Order; Sure let's go with that
Topic Started: Nov 15 2016, 02:59 AM (1,849 Views)
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Leila sighed happily as she cranked up the music and began to wipe down the bar. This was the time she loved the most. When everything was nice and neat before the rag tags poured themselves into the bar. Jerome had left her in charge...again. If he wasn't her landlord too she'd land him a few choice blows. On the other hand, it did give her ample time to herself. Well, relatively. She glanced up at the waitresses setting up the tables for the night.

She looked out the window as another crack of thunder rolled. "Looks like a choice storm. You think it will be a flood in here or a tinkle?" She asked as she expertly sliced lemons, looking up through her lashes to the Cajun at the end of the bar. His usual seat. Open to close. He was a good fella though. Helped her keep the particular sleeze balls out. Besides, couldn't exactly leave him to die of hypothermia in the downpour. It also helped that he was good for other things too....

A smirk crept up Leila's black lips as she shook her head, running a very encrusted hand through her red hair. "Come on, Rem, usual poison tonight? Or ya gonna let me finally make you a real drink?"
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Another day, another mess to be cleaned up. Innis sighed as he pulled his jacked back on, half paying attention as Derrik kept rattling on in his ear about the latest near scandal. Something about his daughter getting black out drunk on fey liquor at an underground bar. Apparently, there were already a couple of eager photographers trying to blackmail the image of the “perfect daughter”.

He waited for him to take a breath, “I know about Theresa’s…adventure last night, sir.” He interjected as he heard the girl in question emptying the contents of her stomach into her private bathroom. “Sir…sir calm down. The medical team is here making sure she’s in top shape for the benefit tonight. Yes, sire, all evidence was taken care of. Of course. You as well.” Innis rolled his eyes as he hung up. His skills should have been put to better use than scraping a drunk princess off the pavement at the ass crack of dawn.

Yet…that was what he was reduced to in recent years. A glorified babysitter. Wonderful.

He walked out into the crisp autumn air, cursing under his breath at the sudden rain, pulling up his scarf a little higher around his neck. He needed a stiff drink and some food to cool off his thoughts before he made sure the little brat was sober enough for the gala that night. He looked to his phone as he waited for some kind of break in the downpour. Maybe he could just....video chat with the spoiled princess.

Ennis got tired of waiting and, with a wave of his hand, created a umbrella of air around him. Like hell his Armani suit was going to get ruined. Now...food or drink...
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To Ambrosine, there was nothing more calming or enjoyable than a thunderstorm. As the lightning flashed and the thunder cracked, she smiled under her helmet as she sped through the wet streets to her destination. She wasn't sure what it was about thunderstorms that made her so happy, but she loved the feel of the rain pelting your skin and the idea of playing chicken with the Gods and their strikes of lightning. The way the clouds would darken the sky always showed a new side to the city, unearthing things that the streets would prefer to keep long hidden. With every flash of lightning it was like another secret kept locked away was being unearthed. Something dark and not something anybody would be proud of. Sin liked to walk on this darker side of the city and associate herself with these darker secrets; not only did they fuel her paycheck, but there was a sort of adrenaline boost to toeing the line with such dark things.

The woman clinging to her back shivered then and Sin knew that Verena was cold. The witch could handle it for a little longer, however- that's what she got for having Sin have to drive all the way out to pick her ass up and drag her back to rehab. Verena was one of her many contracts that she had to bring in. She was always having to bring Verena back to rehab. The witch was mentally unsound but they didn't want to kill her even though she was known to kill herself. Her family was too important and they didn't want to upset them killing their daughter so they always covered up whatever little mishaps the woman had. Sin was the first person to ever successfully bring Verena back without Verena killing her. And that was why she was stuck with the job every time the girl ran away.

Overall it wasn't that bad of a job out of the many Sin had as a bounty hunter. In a way, she felt bad for the girl. The witch wasn't so bad... even if she was a little on the killing side. She was just messed up in the head was all. In her mind, she honestly meant well. Except for... you know... when drank a girl's blood to stay young and beautiful. She did honestly mean well mostly, she just wanted to make friends.

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Leaning back in his seat as the thunder cracked, Remy cracked a smile as he heard his favorite bartender speak up to him. One of the great perks of befriending the people who worked in a bar? You get special hours and free drinks sometimes. Help out with the work every now and then, offer a little muscle and you got yourself a good place to drink.

And drink Remy did from open to close. It was his favorite thing to do! This bar was his home away from home and he loved it. "That out there gonna be a biggun, yea? You goan get some good water with this storm here now. It will be pouring cats and dogs here any minute. I say good, it goan do the lake some good. It was getting a bit low now." He threw in his two cents as he leaned forward again as she asked him about his drink and sent her a sloppy yet attractive smile.

"Weh! ((Yes)) You know ol' Remy now, cher. Usual is the way to go. I'm goan drink meself into a right sleep tonight. This storm goan do me in it is. What about you, cher? You doan got any fancy plans yea after work?"
Edited by never_fade_away, Nov 15 2016, 03:46 AM.
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The loud crack of thunder startled Tripp as she walked through the narrow alley between two large, slightly run down apartment buildings. She pursed her lips as the rain plodded onto the hood over her oversized, thrift store parka with the cigarette burns on the arms. Rhonda Riley, the local weather woman, had accurately predicted this downpour, but had also promised that it would "clear off just in time for rush hour!"

"Clearly that's not happening," Tripp mumbled to herself as she paused at the end of the alley. The sidewalk was sparsely populated by umbrellas - this part of town was never overly busy, not like downtown by any means. A couple of dogs barked a block or two over, presumably reacting to the loud sound resonating still in the sky.

Clutching her messenger bag tightly under her parka, Tripp exited the alleyway and took a right - further away from the city center and out into the surrounding neighborhoods. She liked it out here anyways - there weren't so many people, the buildings were further apart, and the best part? There were SO many more trees. There were even some empty lots where the City Planning Committee had bulldozed decrepit buildings, but had yet to sell the land to the next developer.

Yanking her hood a little further down, she happened to see two people - a woman and a man - across the street just walking jovially despite the downpour. Tripp sighed - neither of them had an umbrella or a hood to worry about.

As she passed by the window of a dive bar, she never saw the far-too-nice-for-this-area car come speeding down the road. Even if she had...it was going way too fast for her to even dream of dodging the tsunami of filthy street water that literally knocked her onto the ground. Natural reaction had caused her squeal and by the time the car was already out of sight, Tripp was completely drenched and spitting out a mouthful of water that had NO business ever being near her face, let alone between her lips.

Picking herself up, she couldn't even find the energy to be angry with the asshole driver - she was too busy lamenting the loss of everything in her canvas satchel bag. All the paper, the sketches, the watercolors...

Letting out a few tears, since they were mixed with rain and street water anyways, she struggled to stuff everything back into the bag and get out of the way of the annoyed pedestrians she was blocking the sidewalk for.

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"What do you think this means? I swear, this whole text messaging thing is a plague on our generation. I mean...I don't even understand half of what's written here," Casimir complained as his eyes slipped off the road and onto his mobile phone.

"Read it to me," Fina's voice echoed through the car speakers. "You know, you age yourself when you talk like that, Casi dear."

"W-a-t...clock picture...the letter R.. the letter..U...." Casimir paused as he felt his Aston Martin pull sharply to the right. His wheels were rim-deep in a street puddle. Tossing his mobile onto his lap, he grabbed the wheel with his right hand and righted the car, glancing in the mirror as he saw the remnants of a wave of water hit the sidewalk. "Whoa!.......Whoops."

"What happened? What did you do?"

"Uh... nothing!" Casimir recovered brightly. "Anyways, I'll forward you this message. I swear, this woman pretends like we're teenagers. Why can't we have a normal, adult conversation, over the phone? Like adults? I mean...are these smile-faces supposed to endear her to me? Is she trying to be cute or something?"

"Sounds like it's time to break up again," Fina replied with a wicked tone of amusement.

"Eh heh heh, you're funny," Casimir replied. "Listen, I have to go, it's raining pretty bad down here. I wonder if this real estate agent is even going to show..."

"Remember the ten minute rule, Casi! Be polite."

Casimir snorted as he ended the call and allowed his route guidance to continue. Just another few blocks.
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Leila chuckled, shaking her head sadly, “Boy, one day I’m gonna make you a real man’s drink…” She teased as she leaned forward as slid his usual bourbon down the bar. “Plans? A few low level deals goin’ down, nothing overtly exciting. But….you know, a certain Cajun is off parol for breaking a certain artifact. Wonder if he’ll come round tonight…” She winked, going to say more when she heard the squeal of tires outside.

She winced at the girl, coming out from around the bar and popping open the door a bit. “Damn elitists…Hey, sweetheart, come inside for some warm grub….and maybe a clean set of clothes.” She offered her hand out with a genuine smile, even if it was a little unsettling to most. “Just me and the staff right now…Come on, what you got to lose?”
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As Leila brought up the fact that Remy had accidentally broken one of her precious artifacts, he chuckled as he held up his hands. "Well if you would just pick up a little more, yea, it wouldn't have happened!" He felt the need to defend himself. "I'm just glad you doan think it was a good idea to gree gree me afterwards." At least he had finally paid her back for it though and officially off her parole. He also had to admit that her offer intrigued him greatly as he raised his eyebrow. Before he could answer, however, she was moving towards the door and talking to somebody- must have see something happen. Looking over his shoulder, he whistled as he took in the state of the girl standing. Poor thing looked downright miserable. She was a tiny thing she was, Remy could tell that she didn't really belong around these parts and wondered what she was doing down here. Probably a university student.
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With the last of the ruined contents of her bag stuffed back inside, Tripp startled a second time when she heard a voice aimed in her direction. She reached to wipe at her face but stopped midway when she realized it didn't matter- the remarkably pretty woman beckoning to her from the shady dive bar wouldn't be able to tell what was rain, water, or tears.

"Are you sure I'm..." A furtive and embarrassed look down revealed that she was drenched. From head to toe...and from outer layer, to the layer closest to home. "I'll just... drip and make puddles and get your floors and seats all wet."

She didn't even bother trying to pull her hood back up - her thick hair, banded back in a braided updo, was plastered to her face and the little bit of make up she did use was running down her cheeks in black streaks.

Tripp's hesitance seemed to end quickly as it hit her that the woman was being polite. And on top of that, she was being polite and getting rained on. Still death-grasping her soaked bag, she jogged over to the door and slid past Leila into the bar with a brief smile. "Um, thanks. Sorry. I'll just... I can stand right here," she said, slipping off to the side of the door, not too far inside.
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Leila chuckled as she slid inside, "Nonsense...what would you like to eat? On me." She mused, shaking her head a little at the poor girl. Oh...this wouldn't do at all. It was a good way to get a cold was all this was. With a snap of her fingers Tripp would find herself completely dry, her clothes warm like they had just come from the drier as well as her bag. With another snap her makeup was back in place and her hair regained it's volume. "Much better..." She mused, doing the same to herself before placing a guiding hand on her back.

"There we go! Now..." before the girl could protest, she led her over to the bar, "My name is Leila, lump down there is Remy. You got a name, love? Doesn't really matter if you don't to be honest. Lots of people in here don't have names. Well, none that I remember the next morning anyway...." She winked, expertly handing her a menu with one hand as she spun a shaker in the other. Within were the makings of her first drink of the night.

"Now, enough of me blabbering on, you look like you've had one hell of a night. Don' she, Remy?" Leila chuckled, nodding her head to Tripp. "Some good food and drink will fix ya up! Doncha worry..."
Edited by RiddleMeThis396, Nov 15 2016, 04:44 AM.
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