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| Topic Started: Mar 5 2009, 02:38 PM (299 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Mar 5 2009, 02:38 PM Post #1 |
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Brown eyes scanned the area before him, contemplating whether or not to enter the place known as The Legless Frog. It was a place he hadn't been to yet, but one he'd been anxious to see for a while. It was no surprise that he hadn't been here as he was so new to Paris. At least that's how it felt to him. The male hadn't seen Gwen in ages and he was beginning to wonder if she was alright. The two had become friends through the times when they were going through the change, becoming one of the members of the Rodere. Darien shook his head and entered The Legless Frog, a slight smile on his face. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a black button up shirt, the first two buttons undone. He had shaved earlier that day so his face was perfecty smoothe, adding to the boyish charm he seemed to possess. A sigh escaped his lips and he reached into his pocket, pulled out some cash and set it on the bar, ordering himself a drink while he waited. Though what he was waiting for, even he wasn't really sure. Tonight's theme at the club was somewhat like a rebellion and Darien made sure to look the part. After all, you couldn't enter a themed area as the complete opposite of what you should look like. Granted the male knew many people who did just that, but it merely made him smile and shake his head. |
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| Mai Tai | Mar 11 2009, 07:02 PM Post #2 |
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You couldn't tell by her nipples that Winter was ending in Paris. The moment she had stepped out of the car, the twins were standing at attention. Not that it took much for them to react to anything, and not that she gave a damn if they did. So she was going to walk into the bar ready to cut diamonds, it could be the only pair of tits someone was going to see tonight, she might be doing someone a favor. That person probably was Tore, whenever he got here. Of course, he was going to see a lot more than a perky nipples, she had after all invited him out for a few beers and a fuck. "Fuck me..I should have worn a jacket.." She muttered, absently glancing down to her wrist at the watch that wasn't there. She'd forgotten to put it on, much like the pair of panties she didn't have on. At least, if she was in some horrible accident, where she needed to go to the hospital, she didn't have to worry if they were clean or not. Inside, it was the typical bar scene. Everyone drinking too much and making eyes at everyone else, waiting for an leg to open up to hump. Man, bars were so rad. It hadn't taken her llittle furball long to take notice of the familiar 'scent' on the air. She would have liked to lie to herself, and say that was the reason that drew her to the bar, some strange hocus pocus rat mojo, but the only magic that had made her sit down on a barstool came in a bottle. Fingers dipped down into the front of her shirt, pulling out some money before slapping it on the bar. While she waiting for the bartender to get her beer, she finally turned her head in Darien's direction. What was the world coming to when just anyone could belong to Big Cheese Club? He was a rat for sure, but he didn't match any of the templates for rats she already knew. Maybe someone had made a terrible mistake, or maybe this guy was just one of those closet freaks. It was always the seemingly normal' ones that had the oddest fetishes. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 15 2009, 02:49 AM Post #3 |
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Darien ran a hand through his hair, a slight sigh escaping his lips as he looked around. Things were probably going to be rather dull tonight. Or at least that's what he foresaw. Granted he had no idea what the night had in store for him. It was suffice to say that he hadn't had a night off in a while and coming out to the Legless Frog was probably going to be the best time he had for a long while. His eyes stilled as he sensed someone watching him. It was something he'd been born with, a sixth sense of sorts. It had only improved when he was turned into a were-rat. The male glanced around for a brief moment and shook his head slightly. What did he care if anyone was watching him? After all, it wasn't like he couldn't handle himself. He was a big boy and had been on his own long enough to know when there was trouble. The thought of Gwen popped into his mind briefly and he wished she was with him, but because she wasn't he would have to make do. Looking around, his gaze paused on Mai and his eyes narrowed slightly. Not in anger, but in curiosity. She was Rodere and she was powerful. The only question was of where she ranked on the scale. |
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| Salvatore dos Santos | Mar 15 2009, 03:33 AM Post #4 |
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"Hey Mai, nice tits." The cougar wasted no time in taking note that the chill in the night air had definitely had its affect on Mai's full, round assets. Tore also wasted no time in completing his greeting by reaching out and pinching one of those diamond cutter tits between his index and thumb before giving it a good yank. Not one to pass up an invitation to a bar, let alone with Mai, Tore had closed down the tattoo shop early to pay the porn princess a visit. There was no doubt in his mind that it would turn into more than just that as the night progressed. It seemed to be a trend for the two that had started with their first encounter at Pinz n' Needlez. Not to mention that she had said in her invitation that they were going to drink and then screw. So he had finished up a client before he had practically shoved them out the door, flipped the closed sign around and hopped on his bike. Tore did not bother with changing, not that he ever did. The black t-shirt that read 'If You Can Read This - The Bitch Fell Off' on the back and a pair of dark denim pants and boots suited just about any occasion as far as he was concerned. Now here at the bar, he stepped around to face Mai before he leaned against the bar. A few stares were shot their way as everyone near the bar had noticed the opening groping of the woman's breasts. Like Tore gave a shit, "What's up?" He said simply, before his gaze turned to where she had been looking and took note of the other man, "Who's the shrimp? Smells like a hamster." Edited by Salvatore dos Santos, Mar 15 2009, 03:33 AM.
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| Mai Tai | Mar 15 2009, 11:07 PM Post #5 |
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"Hey Mai, nice tits." Fingers had coiled around the bottle's neck, ready to lift it from the bar to her lips, when fingers yanked on one of the perky twins. Not just any fingers, Tore's fingers. Had it been anyone else, she might very well break an arm, but Tore had an all access pass now MaiLand. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and more than likely get away with it. Without giving it much thought, her own index and thumb latched onto one of his own nipples, sadly not as perky as her own and pulled. "I know right? Look at them! You'd think it was the middle of fuckin Winter outside." A finger hooked itself at the top of her shirt and pulled to give him a look down her shirt. When she was satisfied, he had a good enough look down her shirt, her finger slipped away from the material. Grinning she passed the beer bottle over to Tore, before ordering another for herself. "I didn't even leave spit in that one this time...for real." Not that it would have stopped her from lying about it if she had. What was a little spit between you and the guy you let screw you anyway? "Who's the shrimp? Smells like a hamster." She had chugged enough of her just arrived beer, to open her mouth and let out a decent sized burp. Pulling her lips free from te bottle she set it down on the bar and shrugged her shoulders. Her attention had returned to Darien, "Fuck if I know babe. Doesn't look like any Splinter I've ever met." Reaching for the empty glass nearby that the bartender hadn't picked up, she shoved her hand into it pulling out a piece of ice before chucking it at Darien. "Hey Rat Fink, what's your name?" |
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| Gwen Monet | Mar 17 2009, 02:21 AM Post #6 |
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After a trying day with Ophelia, Gwen decided that she needed a night off. There was a girl just down the hall in her apartment building that had babysat for her on occasion, and it turned out that she was home that night, so Gwen dropped her little girl off and headed out for a night on the town. The closest bar to her place was The Legless Frog. She'd only been there a time or two, but found it worth returning. As she entered the door and her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, a familiar scent assaulted her nose, and there was an accompanying dialogue that reached her ears above the din of the other attendees. "Who's the shrimp? Smells like a hamster." "Fuck if I know babe. Doesn't look like any Splinter I've ever met. Hey Rat Fink, what's your name?" As she pushed her way closer to the bar, she found that familiar scent in the form of Damien, and made her way over to him. Nearby, there were a couple of others... one, she vaguely recognized from the Rodere, the other she had seen in her few visits to the tattoo shop. Tore, she thought was his name. It appeared that their insults were directed at Darien, and her temper flared. Taking in a deep breath, she crossed the distance between herself and the three people in a matter of seconds. At first completely ignoring the other two people, she threw her arms around Darien's shoulders and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Hey babe, how's it going?" Her gaze then turned to those doing the insulting. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" As she spoke, her voice held an ever-so-slight challenge that most wouldn't catch. Part of her hoped that these two would, though. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 17 2009, 02:52 AM Post #7 |
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Darien heard the words and made a point of ignoring them. After all, what use would getting into a fight be in this case? He moved just enough to avoid the ice that was chucked at him and he contemplated what the cougar had said. If he smelt like a hamster then what the hell did Mai smell like? They were both Rodere which meant that they technically smelt the same, with few distinctions between them. The male just didn't understand half of the people here in Paris and he silently wondered why he had come back. Then he felt arms around his neck and a kiss on his cheek. This was his reason. Looking down, a smile came to his face as he saw the girl who had been on his mind. Gwen Monet. A Rodere like himself, with a four year old daughter, Ophelia. She hardly left the child with anyone else so it was suffice to say that he was surprised to see her here, but that didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hello lovely," he stated with a smile. As she turned a glare on Mai and Tore, Darien nipped her ear and placed his hands on her abdomen, holdng her where she was, silently hoping she wouldn't do anything stupid. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Mar 17 2009, 09:27 AM Post #8 |
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It was girls night with Cara – a night that Emi always looked forward to, no matter what was going on around them. And considering they even had a reason to celebrate, that just made it all the more fun. The only problem that Emi had run into so far though was the fact that she’d had a restriction put on just how much she was allowed to drink if she drank. However, this was a circumstance that was easily overcome by the wonderful magical herb that she grew in her greenhouse and managed to grow quite strong because of a delightfully handy degree in toxicology she had under her belt. Emi had even started the party early by smoking a couple of joints out the back of the hospital – sharing with a couple of the security guards – while waiting for Cara to finish her shift and sharing another with her. After that, Emi was simply glad that the Legless was within walking distance as they went through another one on the way there. Because hey, at least in Paris cigarettes were just another fashion accessory and you looked weird if you weren’t smoking something. By the time they’d reached the establishment, Emi was buzzing on quite the very nice high while she pushed through the door and as soon as she caught the familiar scent in the air her eyes shot to the bar where she spotted one of hers. With an almost ear-piercing squeal, the blonde bolted through the room to pounce – and land on heavily – Tore’s back, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and legs about his waist so he couldn’t just shake her off, “’Allo, mon chat! Your Queen demands a kitty-back ride!” A moment later, her attention turned toward the company he was in and a sly smile spread over her features as she recognised the female rat – not only as the woman who she’d met at the airport, but also from a website that Tore had looked up on the Reinha’s computer which she’d found out about. “We meet again, Mademoiselle.” Though, she’d noticed – just barely – that their attention had been on a couple of others and her eyebrow raised at the tone she’d picked up from the other couple of rats... The cougar snorted at them loudly, “That is not any kind of respect to have for your Queen. You should be giving her ratty-back rides!” The blonde then fell into a giggle fit before turning to Cara, “Ma belle loup, can you get my card out and order whiskey for all of us? Looks like our little party is turning into a bigger one.” |
 Emi/Goldilocks :: 24 :: 'MamaCat' :: Healer/Doctor :: Telepath/Empath :: Underground Networker :: TAGGED :: (removable - sneaky kitty) | |
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| Gwen Monet | Mar 17 2009, 02:22 PM Post #9 |
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Gwen was a little taken aback by the words of who appeared to be the leader of the cougars, along with another female. However, she has always been able to mask undesired and inopportune facial expressions very well, so the new arrivals should have been none the wiser. When the leader turned to the other girl and suggested whiskey for everyone, Gwen spoke. "That won't be necessary. Darien and I were just leaving." She turned to look at the man whom she was still embracing. "Come on. I feel more like a night in, anyway." She removed her arms from his shoulders and hooked one arm through his in an effort to pull him off the bar stool. Tossing some cash on the bar, she covered her best friend's drink and tip, and started for the door. "We can pick up some drinks on the way home. And food. My treat," she said to him with a grin. |
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| Mai Tai | Mar 17 2009, 06:19 PM Post #10 |
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She'd always thought of herself as rather easy going when it came to just about everything in her life. Hell, even the Rodere were a little more relaxed under her current leadership, maybe they were too relaxed. A face she hadn't seen before since she took control of the Rodere, the male she could forgive for his blatant ignorance of who she was, and why it would have been in his best interest not to ignore her. He didn't know her from a hole in the wall, he didn't understand her unusual way of starting conversation. Just a misunderstanding, she was sure of it. She was even gracious enough to let it slide. She was willing to make the effort, (however unwilling he might be) to know him, after all, he really didn't have much of a choice. Setting her beer down, she shifted her weight on the barstool until two legs lifted from the floor, tipping her closer in Darien's direction. She even was preparing herself to extend her arm as far as it would reach to shake. As the second rat made her entrance, Mai rocked back on the stool, setting it back on all it's legs. Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" "Just about to introduce myself to the new ratling." Mai couldn't count the number of times she'd seen this act play out before. It was typically reserved for the jealous wife/lover or the chick that had something to prove to everyone. They usually went over the top to be 'cool and casual with their body language while their tone attempted to hint at something a little dangerous. It wasn't anything new for the woman that made a business out of destroying relationships, even without her knowledge. She could forgive the woman for being insecure. Hell, she could even respect the little fire that seemed to be lit under her. Except she couldn't quite bring herself around to forgiving the man for the glare. She was even ready to say something, when Emi latched herself onto Tore's back. “’Allo, mon chat! Your Queen demands a kitty-back ride!” She had only met her once, but Damien was cool with her, that seemed more than enough reason to already like her. “We meet again, Mademoiselle.” She forgot all about the ratlings for a moment, and slapped Tore on the ass. "You heard the lady! Give her a good ride." She snickered, grabbing her bottle again to chug the rest of the beer. Glancing now at Emi, she grinned, "Fuckin awesome to run into you at a bar though. That airport scene totally blew." That is not any kind of respect to have for your Queen. You should be giving her ratty-back rides! Ma belle loup, can you get my card out and order whiskey for all of us? Looks like our little party is turning into a bigger one." Bless the Porn Gods for delivering the blonde to them, she was offering free booze, that made her rad for life in Mai's book. If there were any doubts in their minds now who Mai was, they probably weren't there now. She expected them to instantly relax, pulling whatever stick was shoved up their tail pipes out, They might even attempt to be friendly, hoping they would be forgiven for the social boo boo they made. In light of a round of drinks for the group, Mai was willing to let everything go, give them the chance. Fuck, it didn't need to get dramatic, they were in a bar, they should all be having a good time. That won't be necessary. Darien and I were just leaving." "The fuck you are." She replied immediatly, hopping off her barstool. Grabbing the empty beer bottle, she half dragged it along the bar's counter as she closed the distance between her and the other two rats. She wasn't going to break it and use it on them yet, but the thought was there. Now comfortably between the two and the entrance, she spoke,"Before the fuckin think tank here has any more bright ideas.." She broke off, fixing Gwen with a simple stare before continuing, "Let me tell you what you are gonna do." "You two cunts are gonna sit your bitch asses back at the bar and fuckin pray your Rat Queen is feelin merciful. Otherwise that shot of whiskey the beaut here is offerin you is gonna be the last fuckin thing you drink for awhile." Feeling merciful was for tools, either way they were going to be punished, only their actions determined what exactly that punishment might be. "So what's it gonna be?" |
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| Salvatore dos Santos | Mar 17 2009, 10:38 PM Post #11 |
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"Fuck if I know babe. Doesn't look like any Splinter I've ever met. Hey Rat Fink, what's your name?" Salvatore shrugged when Mai admitted she had not seen the other rat before. Though shortly thereafter the other rat was joined by a second. Personally he did not know either of them. The cougar could not help but smirk at a little at their play of public affection, the two of them looked more like they could be related than actually being a couple. Then again, some people swung that way. But what was probably more amusing was the new girl seemed to get her back up and all defensive about a simple hamster comment. Fuck, even Mai copped hamster jokes without batting an eye. Instead Tore rolled his eyes at the chick and was about to turn toward the bar to order a few more rounds -- maybe get the kiddies some virgin martinis when... “’Allo, mon chat! Your Queen demands a kitty-back ride!” "Aw fuck Emi!" As the weight of Reinha dropped down on his back, the tattooed male staggered forward and away from the bar and right into the two newbie hamster. Tore attempted to steady himself to keep from going splat on the floor, his hands reaching out to grab onto anything. It just so happened to be a breast. A breast belonging to the stick-up-her ass girl hamster. Not that it really helped as his grip slipped off and he managed to stagger into a table behind them before stopping, "God damn, Emi..." He spat while she was already turning her attention to everyone else that was apparently gathering up near the bar. The last two people he expected was Emi and her doggy buddy Cara. Though the faint scent on his Reinha prompted the cougar to turn back to them. He flashed a grin at Emi, "Come to party, huh?" For all the shit Emilia gave him, Tore liked her best when she was in a party mood and by the giggle-fit she was currently experiencing, no doubt she had already gotten started. He moved back to the bar, not bothering to offer an apology for the gropeage to either of the hamsters before he hopped back up on a stool and spun around so his back was to the counter. Instead his focus was on Emi for a moment, "Sweet, you brought smokes and don't you fuckin' lie either. I smell 'em." With booze and smokes on the menu tonight, there was no doubt it was going to be one hell of a party. Hell, they even had entertainment as he heard Mai suddenly move toward the two other hamsters that were on their way out. "You two cunts are gonna sit your bitch asses back at the bar and fuckin pray your Rat Queen is feelin merciful. Otherwise that shot of whiskey the beaut here is offerin you is gonna be the last fuckin thing you drink for awhile. So what's it gonna be?" Tore smirked at Emi and nudged her ribs, "Y'know for a couple of rats you'd think they be able to tell who their fuckin' Alpha was. It works the same fuckin' way right?" Tore lifted the beer bottle Mai had offered him earlier and put it to his lips for a long drink, "Or are hamsters different?" |
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| Cara McKinney | Mar 18 2009, 12:18 AM Post #12 |
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Cara had to admit, Emi grew some good shit. The day at work had been stressful, her mind still centered on what had happened with Toby and the Iveriot goon squad. By the time the end of the day came, she was glad that her and Emi had planned a night out, even if Emi wasn't allowed to get as hammered as they usually did. She'd met the woman outside of the hospital, her finding the Reinha smoking some of her special herb with some of the guards, and she'd joined them for a bit as they walked towards the Frog. Following the woman into the bar, Cara jumped as the cat let out an earpiercing scream, jumping on the back of one of the patrons. Squinting at the man, Cara recognized him as one of Emi's foul-mouthed thug. Which one, the werewolf wasn't sure, since they all seemed to be foulmouthed and tattooed to no end. Snickering a little at Emi's request, Cara fished through Emi's bag, pulling put her card. "Aye aye Cap'n." she said, moving over to the bar. Leaning against the wood, the werewolf held out the the plastic square to the bartender. "Uhm...Two bottles....no, three. Three bottles of whiskey to start with." she said with a grin. Turning around as she waited for the bottles, Cara made a note that Joss wasn't there. "Hey, Reinpa. Our subbie isn't here." she shouted across the room to the cat, grinning. "Oh shit, are you going to like....start a brawl?" she asked, watching as the Asian...rat woman drug her bottle over to the other two rats. The fact that she was the rat queen passed completely over Cara's head as she listened to the woman chastise the two rats. "That'd be cool. I haven't been in a bar brawl yet." Whirling around as the bartender tapped her shoulder, Cara picked up the bottles, squinting at the glasses she had no hands for. "Can you get one of your little non...cool rat smelly things come get these glasses for us?" she said, glancing up at Mai as she headed over to a table. |
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| Gwen Monet | Mar 18 2009, 08:19 AM Post #13 |
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Gwen had already sensed the danger that she and Darien were going to get into, were they not careful. She thought that leaving would avoid it, but realized it was a little late for that as Mai stepped in her path. It had been quite some time since she had seen Mai Tai in person, and the woman's appearance changed often. She closed her eyes for a second and sucked in a quick breath. Bowing her head as a symbol of submission, she spoke. "Forgive me, my queen. I did not immediately recognize you, nor did I intend to cause a problem. I only wished to leave before any trouble started." She hoped that Darien would follow her lead and offer some sort of apology as well. Backing up, she stood so that one arm touched the cool wood of the bar top, but did not feel like sitting. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she pulled it halfway out to read the screen. The text message was from the young girl in whose trust she had left Ophelia, and the message read, "Ophelia's sick, come home!" She looked back at the motley crew of people around her. "Please do excuse me; it looks like I won't have time for that drink, after all. My daughter is not well, I have to see to her." She followed her blanket statement with one directed at Darien. "Do you want to accompany me? She likes you when she's not feeling well." Inclining her head to the people at the bar, she shouldered her bag and once again turned toward the door. |
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| Deleted User | Mar 18 2009, 09:31 AM Post #14 |
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Darien listened to the exchange of words and remained silent for a few minutes. He had come out to enjoy the evening and things were not going as planned. He had sensed that Mai was more powerful than him and thus had no intentions of starting anything. However, for being the Queen, he woudn't have guessed that. Then again, she did have that air about her that, in a way, said she was better than everyone else. He suppsed he shouldn't really be surprised. Darien lowered his head slightly in respect. "My Queen, we had no intentions of starting anything with you nor your friends. Had I known who you were, respect would have automatically been given to you," he stated quietly, his gaze flickng briefly to Tore and around to the others. This wasn't looking to be too well. He hoped that something would happen to get them out of there, but they wrre having no such luck. As Gwen's phone vibrated, Darien turned to look at her and his brows furrowed as she spoke. "Is she going to be alright," he asked. Of course Gwen wouldn't know the answer to that, so why had he asked? Such a good question. "Of course I'll go with you. Her health is of importance to me," he stated to Gwen, glancing back to the Queen. "I mean no disrespect in saying this, but I believe your punishment for us will have to wait. Blood family is first when they are ill. Please excuse us," he stated, wrapping an arm around Gwen's waist. |
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| Emilia Deveraux | Mar 18 2009, 10:39 AM Post #15 |
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"Fuckin awesome to run into you at a bar though. That airport scene totally blew." “Oui, but what you do expect when it comes to thugs like these?” Emi chuckled as she ruffled Tore’s hair before jumping off his back and turning her attention just slightly to what was going on while making herself comfortable at the bar and waiting for the whiskey to be brought out for everyone. To be honest she thought it should be pretty fun – even if some of the Rodere weren’t up to date on how to have fun. "Sweet, you brought smokes and don't you fuckin' lie either. I smell 'em." The cougar’s attention turned to Tore for a moment and she snorted lightly, “Maybe, but who said you will be getting any? Where's the love for the Reinha lately, hmm?” She poked her tongue out before turning toward the call from Cara about ‘their’ subbie (Emi ignored the use of ‘Reinpa’ considering her circumstances). Glancing around she shrugged and turned back to watch Mai bail up the lab mice. An eyebrow rose as she watched the interaction, but she could completely understand why the leader would be pissed. Hell, if it had been one of her own lot brushing her off so easily she’d have shot them in the back of the knee or something before reminding them to use some manners around the ones who watched over them. "Y'know for a couple of rats you'd think they be able to tell who their fuckin' Alpha was. It works the same fuckin' way right? ... Or are hamsters different?" Emi’s attention was diverted once again toward the male cougar and she shrugged, “Same as far as I can tell – ‘food’ or not. Should still be able to recognise someone in charge.” Reaching over, she snatched the bottle from Tore before taking a small swig and handing it back. As soon as she noticed Cara carrying the whiskey bottles to a table, she made her way over, dragging the other cougar with her. "Oh shit, are you going to like....start a brawl? ... That'd be cool. I haven't been in a bar brawl yet." With another snort, Emi plopped down on a chair and continued to watch the interaction between the rats, “Maybe – would be foolish though.” For a moment, she raised an eyebrow at Tore as she pulled her metal tin out of her pocket, “You better not pick up any bad habits watching this or you will be useless for ‘sailing the seven seas’ for a while.” Perhaps she was just different, but begging forgiveness was something she’d be more likely to shoot someone for than simply admitting they fucked up and facing the consequence... but then, this wasn’t her brood – it was Mai’s. The mention of a sick child pulled her up straight though and her eyebrows furrowed into a frown. As a doctor, she knew for a fact that children never just suddenly got sick. There were always signs that led up to it – and it sounded like both of these people were the child’s guardians or was she reading it wrong? Either way, who went out and left their child at home if they could potentially be ill? Still, even if she agreed that the mother should at least go see to the little one, they still seemed to brush off their leader a little too easily but it was Mai’s problem, not hers. Emi was only there to have fun after all, and with that decision, she pulled out a joint and lit it up. |
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| Mai Tai | Mar 18 2009, 07:51 PM Post #16 |
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"Oh shit, are you going to like....start a brawl?" The moment the two ratlings had decided to excersise their brain for the first time this evening and back down, Mai's fingers slithered away from the bottle. "That'd be cool. I haven't been in a bar brawl yet." While she had no problem with shoving broken glass into anyone to make her point, there was no need to threaten violence if they were willing to make amends. She almost felt bad for letting the mutt down, and not delivering the entertainment. Arms were folded across her chest, letting black painted fingernails drum along her forearm. Watching the pair slowly retreat back to their place at the bar as Gwen spoke, Forgive me, my queen. I did not immediately recognize you, nor did I intend to cause a problem. I only wished to leave before any trouble started." Didn't immediately recognize her? How many other Asian chicks in Paris did this woman see every day that looked like Mai? How many of them smelled like gerbil? Her attention snapped to Darien, following directly after Gwen, sounding like a broken record with his lame excuse as well. My Queen, we had no intentions of starting anything with you nor your friends. Had I known who you were, respect would have automatically been given to you." She couldn't even stop herself from shaking her head, as they talked. It was a wonder the fucking thing didn't spin off and bounce along the floor with as much back and forth motion it was making. "So, let me see if I get this fuckin straight, and by all means speak the fuck up if I miss something. Had I been any other rat, you'd have continued with your PMS parade?" She absently reached over to the bottle in Tore's hand, only after Emi had returned it to take a decent sized 'sip'. Setting it down on the bar, with a lot less than Tore had started she smirked for a second slipping in a, "I'll make up for it later." That was, if they were still on for later. The night was going fucking down hill fast. "Please do excuse me; it looks like I won't have time for that drink, after all. My daughter is not well, I have to see to her." "I mean no disrespect in saying this, but I believe your punishment for us will have to wait. Blood family is first when they are ill. Please excuse us" She might have been born in the dark, but it wasn't last night. She didn't believe that cock and bull story for a second. It was all pretty convienant. Pulling herself onto a barstool, she sat with her back against the bar, elbows resting on the counter and stared at them both for awhile. " Your little crotch dumpling being sick doesn't excuse either of you from shit. Maybe you two fucks haven't quite grasped how these whole 'communities' work yet, but you don't get the luxary of doing whatever the fuck you want all the time. Especially not after you've made a pretty big boo boo." Absently, a few fingers outstretched toward Tore's arm, before she quickly stopped herself and picked up the beer bottle again. Bringing it to her lips, she chugged the rest and burped. "Maybe you didn't think of this, but what if I had your asses hauled away to undergo a few weeks of torture? Where do you think your kid would be then?" It was obvious, they hadn't thought of anything tonight, she rather wondered if they ever did at all. Pointing at them now she spoke, "You both are gonna take a little drive in my car, escorted by my driver to wherever the fuck your kid is. Slap a fucking bandaid on her and call it fixed, or whatever it is you need to fuckin do. Big Al is gonna be there the entire time, because as soon as your kid is better, your asses are getting back in the car and taking a trip to Code Blue Studios. Where depending on how I'm fuckin feeling, and how you fuckin act, you will remain indefinitely." Pulling out her cellphone, she hit a speed dial button, and pressed the phone to her ear. Taking just a few minutes, to speak to Big Al himself, she hung up again and nodded. "The car will be out front for you. I'd suggest you get in because I didn't tell Big Al, not to shoot you." |
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| Cheiu Dingh | Mar 18 2009, 08:34 PM Post #17 |
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What the hell kind of bar was this? Theme night? No way was Cheiu actually going to plan ahead that much to actually wear an outfit that abided by some kind of stupid dress code. Seriously - he'd decided to go to the bar barely over an hour or two ago, how was he supposed to know about this shit? He didn't entirely stand out from the crowd; most people were just dressed normally. Surely a shame, he would've loved the extra attention.. it wasn't long before he realised just how crowded the place was, full of not just any random boring people that had no lives - but random interesting people that he actually knew! The first of which, he recognized as Emilia Deveraux. "Emi!" He called out, practically skipping to the cougar, who he threw an arm around the shoulder of. The half-hug was short lived, as just seconds later a rather.. edgy looking Mai came into view. "Mai!" And the last person that he recognized, was somebody that he hadn't actually met as Cheiu, but one of the oh so very fun nights when he'd been impersonating Yukie. Mr Hairy. He couldn't actually remember the guy's real name, so until he gave it no proper exclamations of greeting could be made. It didn't take amazingly long to catch the gist of the situation.. the scent of the two submissive rats (he didn't really care if they were sunmissive - around their queen they had better damn be) that Mai was bitchslapping back into place. Minus any actual slapping, unfortunately - the chick was fairly hot, that would've been one hell of a catfight. He eyed the two up and down, a smirk crossing the cobra's features as he listened to the lecture they were being given. Tsk tsk; pissing off Queenie was a very bad idea.. the woman could be damn scary, if she tried. Fortunately Cheiu had never been on the recieving end of her wrath. "You know, Miss Mai.." Releasing Emi, he decided to butt into the situation - she'd mentioned something about punishing them, why not offer a little help? "I'd be happy to help out should you need me.. I can always eat them for you? Or maybe just the little one Girlie here was mentioning. Would save you a whole lot of trouble, despite how amazingly sexy you look when you're getting worked up.." Hand having snaked (no pun intended) it's way around her waist, Cheiu stared at the two rats as he spoke. As far as he was concerned they were very little more then food; the little subordinates in the Rodere that nobody really cared about. He vaguely wondered in the back of his mind, what the two might think if they knew they were looking at one of the cobras who'd participated in the assasination of their previous Queen.. not amazingly well, he could imagine. "They just smell so good." |
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| Salvatore dos Santos | Mar 19 2009, 10:40 AM Post #18 |
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If Tore didn't know better, he'd say the room stunk of bullshit. And a whole fucking lot of it. Most of it seemed to be centered on the lame excuses that came from both of the rats now that it finally dawned on them that Mai was actually their leader. Sure Tore did not really think of her as a leader or anything -- he didn't think of anyone that way; not even Emi. But Mai was different in a way, maybe it was because he was screwing her. But at least this was entertaining. “You better not pick up any bad habits watching this or you will be useless for ‘sailing the seven seas’ for a while.” "Me? Pick up bad habits?" The cougar snorted at Emi, even as a smirk was painted all over his face, "The only bad habits I have is what you got in the tin there and this bottle--" Which had been pulled out of his hands again, this time by Mai, "That you people keep fuckin' stealin'." "I'll make up for it later." "Damn right ya fuckin' will." Though with the bottle back in his hands once more, Tore tipped it back to finish off the rest of the amber liquid. It did take some effort not to spit it out when he heard the female hamster claim that her child was sick before the second one piped up that the punishment would have to wait since it was a blood relative. The cougar could hardly hold in the plethora of smart ass comments that came to mind, though once he managed to swallow the beer he laughed. "Blood? Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? You two actually fucked and had a kid?!" He glanced to Emi, "Jesus Em, you've had one kid and you don't nearly have as much bamboo shoved up your ass as that hamster chick does. 'Course she didn't seem to care too much when I just copped a feel... at least I think I did. Couldn't tell." Tore thought about it for a moment, "Maybe you should show me yours to compare, Em." One Free Wonderbreasts Player: Jess Date: 3/18/09 "Thanks Emi! <3" |
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| The Mother of All Darkness | Mar 19 2009, 10:35 PM Post #19 |
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After receiving a message from the babysitter that Gwen had left Ophelia with, Darien and Gwen raced home. It seemed that Ophelia had had a bad allergic reaction to something she had touched that day, though exactly what it was, was a mystery to the babysitter. In an act of generosity, Mai forgave the rats for not recognizing her at first - after all she had only recently become the rodere leader and not everyone in Paris knew yet. It was an act of forgive and forget, though should it happen a second time she would not be as forgiving. Everyone else....probably got piss drunk, except Emi because she's pregnant and not allowed to. /end. (Thread closed.) |
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