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i like it rough; double trouble! [Bruce]
Topic Started: Jan 14 2010, 03:39 AM (134 Views)
Sol Mikki Kinawa
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”Damnit,” Sol muttered with her left hand on her forehead in attempt to shield her face from the rain. She had not dressed for this weather. Earlier this afternoon, the sun was shining brightly though it was a bit windy and Sol supposed she should have noticed the clouds creeping up ever so slowly… Even so, at least her leather boots kept the water out of her feet. There were a lot of pot holes on the road that made puddles but Sol didn’t have to walk carefully to avoid them. Splash, splash, splash. With the rain pouring down on her in the dark, it seemed to take a lot longer to get to the show house. Sol wrapped herself tighter in her wool utility coat with her right arm and marched on through the Red Light District. She was only wearing some undergarments and an almost see-through silk ivory beige dress that was much too short compared to how the other women dressed; she had cut it and re-sewed it on herself. Sol hated looking like everyone else and thus, her strange sense of fashion. Her oversized rings and a pendant completed her eccentric look, though it did not exactly keep her warm. Sol almost wished she had worn her stockings or at least had brought a scarf or hat with her in this weather, but she was getting close to shelter and they would have all come off at one point or another… So why bother?

Sol could hear the lively laughter, music, and shouts from inside the show house. She smiled, feeling almost instantly at home. Sol headed straight for the bar, sitting down comfortably on a wooden stool and smacked a couple of coins down the table. ”Charlie, give me your foulest poison for tonight,” she said coolly to the bartender. Sol was a regular customer here, though not for the entertainment of women. This place was her favorite place to drink and observe the pathetic people around her; it always made her feel better. The desperate boys, the beautiful and talented cheap women, and the fights… The fights were always the best. She smirked just at the thought of starting up another one tonight; all it really took was two intoxicated, idiotic boys, some flirting here, flirting there, a pinch of lies, and chaos was bound to arise.

“You’re not thinking of doing that again tonight, are you?” Charlie asked as he set down a glass of cold beer next to her hand. “Last time you did that, all the drunkards ended up hitting whatever they could and nearly wrecked this place apart. If it wasn’t for Radek…. I’m sure someone could have died.” He looked sternly at Sol, hoping she’d get the hint. She laughed and pointed at the glass of beer. ”First of all, Charlie dear, what the hell are you doing by giving me this piss-in-a-glass drink? I asked for poison, not piss. You know me better than that. Second of all, I haven’t the slightest clue what you are ranting on about. I’m just here to enjoy the atmosphere and perhaps find a delicious prey to feast on,” she smiled coyly.

“Well, first of all, that’s one of our finest beers that we’ve got here and it’s on me because I don’t want you to get over your head and quote-in-quote enjoy the atmosphere too soon. The night’s just started so you should just agree with me and take it slow, alright?” he replied sarcastically. ”Witty. This is why I love you, Charlie,” she winked, raising the glass to him and took a few polite gulps. Blech. Beer is a drink for the weaklings, she thought. You don’t get drunk on it fast enough and it just makes you full without the full effect. Sol liked it hard and fast, in many ways than one.

The twenty year old Asian beauty attracted a lot of attention with her fair skin and dark hair, and while many of them were uncomfortable with having her around, most couldn’t help but to be slightly hypnotized by her exotic appearance and hard-to-get attitude. Countless men have tried to toy her with or treat her like a whore because she did hang around places like the show house, but she always put her foot down to get their shit straight. She may be different but she’s still a woman, and women have to be treated like a lady if you even want to get close to her. Sol made sure her reputation was kept up to these standards as one of the very few foreigners on the land, and she was tough. Her aura exudes a strong, don’t-eff-with-me-unless-you-want-to-die attitude, which grew over time through independence.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doin’ here, sweetheart?” a man asked as he sat himself down on a stool next to Sol. “You work here?”

Ugh. Disgusting low lives, she thought. ”I don’t know who your sweetheart is, but if you were referring to me, I’m here looking for some fun. You wouldn’t have a problem with me being here, would you? And no, I do not work here. If you had half the brains of a monkey you would have figured that out from the way I dress and from the fact that I’m sitting here on this damn stool with a drink in my hand,” she replied firmly but delicately with a smile. The man chuckled put an arm around her shoulders, leaning in closer to Sol. “Fiesty are we? I like you, woman. If you’re looking for some fun, I’ve got some fun right here with me… What d’you say? Eh?” he grinned, flashing some god-awful yellowing teeth from too much tobacco.

Sol was patient tonight, as Charlie had reminded her to be, and gently removed the man’s arm from her shoulder. ”No, darling, I think I’m fine by myself, thank you,” she took her drink and walked away. “Sweetheart, sweetheart! Don’t be so distant with me, doll, I promise I can show ya’ a good time!” he grabbed her free hand forcefully and pulled her close. Sol sighed. Really? Already? And I was so patient with you…

Before Sol could throw her drink at the man’s face, a voice came from behind her. “The lady doesn’t want you pal, you best let go,” the voice said. Another? I didn’t even start anything yet at they’re already going at it? Why are men such idiots.. she looked at Charlie’s nervous face, then turned around to see the source of the voice.
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“Hey, where’s ya girl?” he asked as he made himself comfortable in the cab. It wasn’t their last round of the night yet, but he had suggested they’d take a scenic break for an hour two before they continued collecting and thugging around. “The hell I know” voiced his partner, Marcus Silvano, and the main muscle of the operation. A fairly jittery, nerves on ends kind of guy, but decent and as loyal as they come compared to most of the scum that slithers around the city on their stomachs. Betrayed by his mafia family, which coincidentally also happened to be his blood family, and now having to start from the bottom along with the cabby. The fact that they had stuck Marcus with him as a form of punishment (it was no secret that most of the guys found the cabby annoying) didn’t phase him the least bit, in his opinion it helped weed out the backstabbers, and even after they’re attempt of ‘teaching Marcus a thing or two’, both oddballs ended up being the best of buds. Score one for ‘Slim’ and ‘Bones’. Heh.

“Well, honestly, a hot ass like dat, you gotta keep tabs on” he advised with friendly charm, looking up to his partner. Damn, he really was too big for his own good. “I swear, it’s impossible with her” came Marcus’ strained voice and he couldn’t help by chuckle. Red was a hot little number, among the cutest redheads he had seen, and also perhaps the one with most personality and bite. Sure, Red and him got along great, flirted even, quite relentlessly even with the big guy around, but it always in jest and nothing remotely serious. The cabby knew better, ‘cause if ever did, he knew he’d wake up hanging painfully by his balls in some street light by city hall. Not that he had ever even given thought to it, for it was decided long ago that it was simply suicidal.

Driving down towards the red district, he peeked out of his window, borders with other districts clearly marked by the change in lights, shadows, people and drunkards. The Red Light district was always darker, shadier and for some cliché reason, with a hint or two of red shadows. Turning into an alley, he parked the cab by the back of the Show house where most other cabbies did. He stepped out, following close behind his towering friend. Once inside though, each took their perspective spots: Marcus, considering he was shy and antisocial at times, took a spot closer to the back that hid him well within shadows; Bruce Tanen on the other hand, unlike his friend, liked the seat closest to the stage. For one, it was close enough to the show, and second, far away enough from the other idiots that made a habit of the Show house.

So far his suggestion was turning out great, drink in hand and currently on of his favorite performers on stage dancing about in that little number he just loved… dang, why can’t I take you home again? “Sweetheart, sweetheart! Don’t be so distant with me, doll, I promise I can show ya’ a good time!” he heard a man suddenly yell close to him. He turned around at the interruption, ready to tell him a thing or two, or considering the man’s absolute disregard for public appearance, three. That was before he had taken in the beautiful Asian girl, which with a single glace at her, didn’t look like she was up for playing nor putting up with the man’s stupidity. A feisty one, eh? Well, he could step in, save her or perhaps, actually, save the idiot from a serious beat down…Pfft, like he cared. He’d do it if just to get the girl’s attention. ‘Sides, if anything went wrong, he had the big bad muscle man in his corner.

Stepping into the situation, he voiced a rather clear command. The man had to be stupid not get it or the low threatening timber in his voice and finality in his eyes. “Ain’t no one talkin’ to ya, shitface.” Yep, definitely stupid. And suicidal. “Listen Jackass, if ya don’t leave dis dame alone, ya gonna find a fistful of reasons in a couple of seconds…” He had already caught Marcus’ eyes, gesturing slightly to let the man know that at any second he might need to pounce the man and take care of the situation. Bruce after all was a lover, not a fighter. A cabbie? Yeah, go figure.

Unfortunately though, there was no need for heroics, the good ol’ dependable and pain in the ass bouncers of the Show House turned up and took care of it the way he had been hoping him and Marcus would get the chance to. Not that Marcus looked as disappointed as himself, but at least he had tried. That had to count for something, right? “Sorry ‘bout dat schmuck, you okay” he said as he turned to the girl. She seemed young, probably too young to be there, but at the same time, she seemed to fit as well, and look liked she knew how to take care of herself. Weren’t many like her, so he had to take the chance if given right? Otherwise he wouldn’t be the opportunistic smartass cabbie he was so well known for. “Can I offer ya a drink?” he offered as he sat down by the bar again, thise this time a bit closer into the inner circle. “Free of charge, no strings attached. Promise.” Lifting his shot of whisky, he smiled and winked her, friendly, smug and perhaps a bit intoxicated, though not in account of the alcohol.
Edited by Bruce Elliot Tanen, Jul 17 2010, 11:25 AM.
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Ooooh, dear, she thought. It looks like the idiotic one has decided to fight back instead of going away. It was almost impossible to hide a smirk. She really didn’t even have to try tonight but everything was going well.. With only a few sips of beer! Lovely. The opposing party, who was rather reluctant to back down as well, snapped back; though Sol caught him catching someone’s eye and doing a slight gesture that seemed to indicate it was probably a buddy to back him up in case things go awry. And they don’t even need my help.. she thought deviously. But it seemed that she had celebrated victory much too early as the house bouncers stepped in and ‘kindly’ removed the fool who didn’t know his place. Sol frowned. She should have known, considering the house would have been much more experienced after a few times. She looked around for Charlie, who—sure enough—had just returned to his post with a triumphant grin on his face. When Sol was too busy paying attention to the boys it seemed Charlie had taken the opportunity to alarm the bouncers before any havoc was to be wreaked. Damn.

Sol didn’t have a chance to bicker with Charlie as the other man turned to speak with her. She smiled at him, and now that she got to see him up close he really was not bad looking. Slim but not scrawny, rugged but not old, messy but not dirty, and she could tell there was a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. Very, very much to her liking. ”Yes, fine thank you, that schmuck clearly didn’t know who he was messing with,” Sol replied. Really she wanted to thank him for being the highlight of her night, or rather what should have been the highlight of her night if it wasn’t for that damned Charlie wrecking her plans... Then he offered her a drink. Free, no strings attached, he promised.

”Really now? You’re going to regret not having those strings attached, I assure you..” she said flirtatiously. He did wink at her first, so it’s not like she started it, right? ”Charlie you heard the man,” she crudely slammed the glass of beer on the table and seated herself gracefully on the wooden stool. ”I think I’ve been quite patient tonight.. So why don’t we start off with double of whatever he’s having?” Sol pointed at the other man’s drink and made a small smile. She turned to Charlie again and narrowed her eyes a little, still smiling, and gulped down the rest of the god-awful beer Charlie had given her. By the time she finished, Charlie had put two shots of whisky in front of her. ”Good man,” she said as she delicately wiped her mouth with a napkin. ”This one is for having that idiot out of my sight without having to lift a finger,” Sol smiled to the man and downed the first shot. She could feel the burn slowly trickling down her throat and to her chest. It was a good, good burn. Tasted like crap, but she still loved the icy burn every time. ”And this one is for promising that we will see a wonderful show tonight,” she grinned, which quickly turned into a smirk as she glanced over to Charlie. He should understand what that would mean. With the second shot done, Sol could feel the alcohol steadily setting in. She probably shouldn’t have drank all three so quickly, but to hell with that. The only way to make shit go crazy is to first be crazy yourself.

”So tell me,” she began with her eyes locked on the other man, traveling from his face, down to his pants, and back up again. Definitely liked what she saw. ”You like to offer dames like me a drink without asking for my name?” Sol tried to look hurt and let out a soft sigh. ”I guess girls like me just don’t interest you, huh,” she said innocently. ”You’re obviously just trying to be nice.”

Step one: guilt trip him into an eventual confession of how much he actually really likes you and then make him go crazy at which point they pretty much would love to get in bed with you. The hungrier they are, the better.
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