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| Topic Started: Nov 22 2008, 06:56 AM (272 Views) | |
| Donnie McBride | Nov 22 2008, 06:56 AM Post #1 |
Magnificent Bastard // Rogue Cougar
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Having spent his childhood years haunting the pub owned and operated by his parents Don could easily spot the various types of characters-familiar as blood-that dotted the public house he was currently haunting. Even miles away from the working class Dublin neighborhood that Donnegal McBride had been born and raised in he had managed to find a bit of the ‘old sod’ and make himself comfortable. His hand smoothly tipped the bottle of Jameson’s whiskey into his waiting glass-the amber liquid sloshing as it met the slick surface. A healthy measure sat when Don righted the bottle again before wrapping his hand around the cool glass-focused on the little things as it was brought to his lips and the first slug taken down. Over by the bar trying to get the barman’s attention with too tight clothes and too blonde hair-the lonely divorcee drinker. Trying to assure herself that despite the husband leaving her for a younger firmer version she still has it in her to rock a man’s world. In the booth ahead of him giggling like fools were a group of barely legal’s probably skipping off from school in an attempt to garner points for rebellion. A couple of toothless old gaffers sat along the bar slowly tinting their moustaches with stout. Don didn’t have to look at his watch to know that it was only about five in the evening-the way light was filtering in the windows helped. So did the fact that afternoon visiting hours at the small privately owned rehabilitation center ended at four o’clock. This pub had been the first place Don had gone once he left his sister’s bedside. Another glup of whiskey did little to push the image of his baby sister’s round cheeked face-pale as the linens on her bed while she started out at the world. Cassie had locked herself so far into her mind while in shock that she hadn’t spoken or moved of her own accord since that night. Knuckles whitened around the glass and the rest of the liquid disappeared down Don’s throat warming his belly nicely. Not enough to push back the memories that he would have rather kept buried-no that would be too kind. To forget would mean that for one moment in time Don wasn’t remembering what a piece of shit he was. The kind that let thinking with his dick get his family killed-his sister…God that hurt the most the way she lived on trapped inside her mind. She had always been lively-they had fought like cats and dogs but Don had always had a soft spot for his only sister. That was what had drawn him to ‘her’-that sass that reminded him of the red head. He was pouring another belt the moment even the flutter of ‘her’ memories stirring in his brain. No if Donnie was going to think of ‘her’ then he was going to have to be a lot drunker than he currently was. Maybe then he wouldn’t feel that echoing hollowness in his chest that was how close he had been to fatherhood once. Just another might have been. His dark head tipped back the glass drinking all the whiskey down in one gulp-it would take more than just one bottle to get him drunk. Perhaps the single biggest curse he associated with his lycanthropy was that it too ridiculous amounts of alcohol to affect his fast metabolism. Handy for winning drinking contests. Not so much for blotting out a past that was as messy as a ten car pile up. But some how Don managed to suffer through. He filled the glass with the last of the bottle and lifted it for the barman to see-maybe then they’d send someone over with another bottle. |
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| Dhelia | Nov 23 2008, 06:00 AM Post #2 |
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A night off. No loud clubs, no boring labratories. No just a comfortable bar. Normal people. Deal had opened her business here in Paris and it was already flourishing. Her network growing. Demand growing. And she could afford a night off. With no plans to get in any trouble she had even gone out with her usual shadows of body guards. No she was just a single girl. Dressed in a simple jeans and sleeveless turtleneck sweater. She made her way through the subtarranean bar towards the back where she could seat herself at a table with her back to the wall. She maybe off duty but she wasn't stupid. Even here there mightbe people who meant her harm. As she walked through the room scents pervaded the lioness's senses. Human, cat, fox, wolf a myriad of scents mixing together. Deal's lips pulled into a smile. She hadn't come to sell her wares but if the oppurtunity presented itself. Her eyes were caught by a dark haired man who raised his empty bottle as she past. Cat... unfamiliar. Not lion, or leopard... something other. She bit her tongue from delivering a sales pitch. How one pill would be cheaper then the 6 bottles of whiskey it would take to even make a dent. She turned giving the man a pity smile before moving on to take a seat at her own table and wait for some service. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 26 2008, 03:06 AM Post #3 |
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Grey had spent most of the day doing general bar work that could have been done by any of his staff as a reason just to keep an eye on the Cougar in one of the booths who was working his way through a bottle of Jameson's whiskey which would probably be the first of many. He knew the guy from back in the day over in the UK but he couldn't quite recall the man's name. The man had been a regular in his bars especially around Christmas. He remembered he'd chatted to the man once or more he'd tried to decipher drunken ramblings from him. The guy was hitting the bottle hard again obviously trying to forget something possibly the same thing? Another cat strode into the bar sparing the drinking Irishman a glance before moving past but he didn't recognise her or even what species of cat she was but she wasn't causing trouble so he ignored her for now. What was his name... Something beginning with D definitely. Daniel. No Danny ... no closer but still no... Donnie ... certainly sounded right. Flicking through the memories he tried to piece together the ramblings again even if they were from several years ago. He'd lost someone close to him if his memory was sharp. Several some ones from his family in fact. It would hit anyone hard really. But then that didn't make drinking the answer to it all. God's you had to worry when it was a barman that said that didn't you. As he turned his gaze back to the table he noticed the fact the man was gesturing for a new bottle. Finishing refilling one of the old timers stout glass he sighed and grabbed another bottle, a clean glass from under the bar. Taking it over himself he placed both down on the table and dropped into the chair opposite the cougar. He filled the man's glass before filling his own and placed the bottle in the middle of the table. There was a little humour in his voice as he spoke quietly but it was only there to try and draw the man from out from his self imposed isolation and what would probably turn into a very extended drinking session before he finally collapsed. “Donnie right? You were a regular in one of my bar's back in London. The cunning fox? Mate as much as I hate to try deter my best customer of the day from drinking you know that it's going to take more than this to get you drunk. And you know the same problems are going to be waiting in the morning if you do manage it along with one hell of a hangover. So how abouts you stop punishing yourself for whatever this is for?” Downing his dram of whiskey in one he slammed the glass back down before filling it again and meeting the man's eyes. “Or at least try talking about it before resorting to the booze too heavily. Besides. don't you know it's a bad idea to drink alone?” |
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| Donnie McBride | Nov 26 2008, 04:06 AM Post #4 |
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Dark eyes fluttered over the rim of his glass as the barman took a seat opposite him in the booth. The scent of fox taking the place of the lion reek that had just passed him by; once upon a time being eye fucked by an attractive woman had just been par for the course in Don’s life. Now it just made him want another drink; pretty blondes had done nothing but cause him pain one way or another. That was the problem-women would kill him sooner than the bottle would the way he generally liked his blondes. Smart, feisty, passionate-it made his balls ache a bit to think of her again. His Lorelei. The rest of the whiskey disappeared down his throat as he placed the man-Grey the fox. Vague memories of Christmas in London a few years ago-he had been in fine form that year as doctors pressured him to simply place Cass in a mental institution instead of trying to bring her out of her shock. For a while he had wondered if it wouldn’t have been for the best interest of his sister to do so especially since nothing else seemed to be working. It had been a pretty low point for Don to even consider giving up on getting his bratty, vivacious little sister back from the pale, silent creature she was now. He had passed out in front of a Cathedral with renewed determination to see things through. It was his fault that Cass was this way to begin with-if he had only been able to resist the forbidden fruit. Which brought his thoughts back around to how blondes would kill him faster than boozing. “Aye…Yer Grey is it? Should have known this place was yers…reminds me a bit of the old Fox.” He passed his glass over for a refill a bit of a smile on his lips as he measured the other man intently. “Wasn’t planning to start my holiday festivities that early. Just a few drams tonight. Have an early morning with the doctors but France is a wee bit colder than the old sod. Always good to have someone to share the bottle with-keeps me on the straight and narrow.” He leaned back in his seat giving all indication of being relaxed but taking everything in just in case he needed to make a handy escape. One never knew what would happen when meeting with an ‘old acquaintance’ suddenly in his line of work. Sometimes it meant dodging bullets. “So how the bloody hell are ye? Brought yerself over the Channel I see…never woulda thunk it.” |
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| Jocelyn | Nov 30 2008, 07:24 AM Post #5 |
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(OOC: SO rather then switch back and forth I'm just using both in one post. I will try to make it easy to deliniate) Deal - 32 - Werelion - Drug Dealer Too depressed to even notice. At least that's what Deal thought of the brooding dark haired male. Looming over his whiskey and not even offering her so much as a nod for noticing him. Well then fine. She wasn't about to throw herself at something when he didn't realize the gift he was passing up. She did frown however as he was joined by another male, whose stink was all over the bar. She was about to throw a fuss over being an ignored patron when a petite blonde with a tray approached her booth. "Bout time. Vodka soda, twist of lime and a shot of blackhouse." Deal ordered from the blonde. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  Joss Joss was still on her trial period here at the Legless Frog and she was desperatly trying to prove herself to Grey. It didn't help that she was getting by on just a few hours of sleep at night, spending the mornings cleaning and painting the safe house before coming in to work. But hopefully soon enough she'd be able to afford a mattress. She had noticed the man waving for another bottle of whiskey and was heading to fetch another from the bar when she noticed Grey moving from the bar towards the man's table carrying a bottle she cursed herself under her breath. Thinking that Grey had thought she had dropped the ball and missed the request and was going to make amends for it himself. "Shit and sugar." She mumbled to herself turning from the bar and going to head towards the other new arrival. Joss opened her mouth to introduce herself and ask for the woman's order but before she could even get a peep out the woman was already speaking down to her and ordering. "Right away." Joss said trying to keep sounding polite but there was somethig about her that rubbed Joss the wrong way. ANd her scent, like the dark haired male, feline... did every shifter in Paris come here because of the owner. She wondered if Jason would come traipsing in one night, would he be pleased to see her holding a job down, or upset? She didn't know him well enough yet. Joss was soon at the bar waiting for the bartender, who was human, to fix her drinks for her. She glanced over to see Grey still sitting with the dark haired man. She hoped then that it hadn't been her lacj of quickness that had him bringing the man's drink over but rather a friendly get together. Joss tilted her head a little to get a better look at the dark haired feline guy. Hmmm did all shifters have a prerequisite to be hot? Or at least the guys. Jason, Grey and this guy... even Derrick and Gerald. She was a mistake she knew that so she was the exception to the hot rule apparantly. She turned to look at the blonde woman. Yep definatly hot. The drinks were placed on her tray by the bartender and Joss easily hefted them on the tray and brought them back towards the blonde. She set them down on the table before the woman. "Anything else I can get for you? WOuld you like to see a menu?" Joss said knowing Grey could hear her from his seat at the next table she wanted to make sure he saw (or heard) her doing her job. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deal - 32 - Werelion - Drug Dealer Deal slid the drinks closer to her as the girl babbled on about menu's and such. Deal quickly lifted the shot and tossed it back tossing it so it landed with a clatter upon the girls tray. "No... Go away now." Deal said with a sigh. Bored with the little good girl antics. Girl obviously needed a dose of bad boy to loosen her up. "NO wait... come back... bring another bottle of whiskey to that table. ANd tell them I got something that'll go even better with it." Deal ammended with a sly smile sinking back into the booth with a cheshire grin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Joss Joss kept the smile plastered on her face even at the woman's bad attitude. She turned to leave, taking a few steps before the beautiful bitch called her back. Joss glanced sideways at the table beside her where Grey's back was to her. He had just brought over a fresh bottle but Joss wasn't about to argue with the customer, particularly this one, particularly with her boss right there. So it was that Joss headed back to the bar, retrieved another bottle of the whiskey and went to bring it over to the table her boss sat at. "Scuse me Sorry to interrupt, but this is from the lady, right there..." Joss said indicating the table next to them. "She says to tell you she's got something that'll go good with it." Joss said quickly setting the bottle down then stepping back to make sure and see if they would accept the bottle. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 3 2008, 11:59 AM Post #6 |
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Grey nodded as recognition dawned across the man's face seeing him. This place did look like a couple of his other bars but then he had sorted out the set up of all his bars himself and though the materials and staff he'd been able to get had improved he'd still worked on the same the same basis. The man's gaze seemed to be measuring him up before he continued, explaining the drink. Well that really was up to him and it was true that France was certainly colder than back in London at times but then it was certainly dryer. Came with the increased landmass around it he thought he'd heard at some point on some TV show years ago. He spoke quietly in English barely enough for the man to hear seeing as at least some of what he talked about was personal and not something he really wanted anyone to over hear or understand. “Yeah I'm not bad, all things considered. Taking a break from some of the local ... leaders who were starting to form certain ... negative opinions. I've mostly been waiting for things to go to hell when the locals vote whichever crazy they believe is best for their country and pure bloodlines. You know I always thought the politicians back home were bad enough but last I heard one of them hadn't declared open season on anyone different from them.” Unfortunately he knew it was a basic knee jerk reaction of humanity. There was something they didn't understand and so that led to fear and of course when humanity feared something as a group it lashed out. Maybe not everyone would nor would many of the others they unless they were in a group but then that was also unfortunately that was the common human reaction individuals might be smart but groups were stupid. Still he was sitting idly for the storm to come, especially now he had a Skulk to look out for. He'd been running himself ragged sorting out places to go when tensions mounted not trusting in the skulk to organise it yet if he or any of his was going to run and hide somewhere he was damned if it was going to be somewhere that someone else had prepared poorly or was too obvious. He noticed Joss glancing over there way before going to serve the Lion who'd just entered. Despite talking to the man he kept an ear out for how Joss was doing as he did for most of his staff. After all not all customers were sunshine and light especially not with those of the more seedy disposition that sometimes flocked here. He had no problem with those who worked the shadowy world, hell he had been there and still kept many of his contacts despite his extended break from that world but he expected them to keep business to themselves and not cause trouble for him or his staff. The girl wasn't doing bad despite her shyness she seemed to fit in well enough and got on well with the regulars and other staff. The cat's first words how ever weren't encouraging really. About time? She'd just sat down. Hopefully she wasn't going to be one of those customers who threw their weight around just to be the big man/woman/kitty, god knew there were enough of them around and all were not much more than trouble. Shrugging slightly he returned the question the man had asked. “So what about you? How you been and what you doing across the Channel? Picked a bad time for a holiday if ever there was one. Maybe you could have chosen somewhere more quiet or safe like down town Baghdad. I take it you've contacted the local Cougar leader? If not I can put you in touch with her. I know the woman and she's not one you want to blind side despite her appearance.” He'd probably have to contact her at some point tonight anyway seeing as she'd left a cryptic message about some kind of meeting of minds coming up soon. God knew, the other species would probably need the help learning to keep a low profile and how to disappear unlike his group whom it tended to come naturally. Mind you that didn't mean the long term outlook for the foxes of France would be sunny whichever idiot got voted into office. He'd have to call the skulk together once he had a bit more info about what Ems had planned. He had no idea how they would react to it all nor did he know what he'd tell them to do when it all came down to it. He was only really leader because no one else wanted the job and he was probably the oldest fox in town. The Lion broke him out of his thoughts with her words to Joss though and he had to shake his head slightly. She wasn't letting the wolf have it easy but then the wolf wasn't causing trouble back at least. But then the cat asked the wolf to bring a bottle of whiskey over for them and offer them something that would go well with it. He raised an eyebrow to Donnie for a second before nodding to Joss. “Thanks Joss you're doing a good job. Donnie and I are old acquaintances from the UK.” He turned slightly to face the woman taking a moment to take in the wide sly grin. Yeah the kitty had teeth, although it was more like that of an Alice in wonderland one then anything out of the Lion King with her in that form. Still he had a small idea where the woman was heading with this. “That's a kind gift, that is. Now what exactly would you be offering that would go so well with a bottle of gold watch*?” ((OOC:Gold watch is cockney rhyming slang for whisky or whiskey (gold watch=scotch).)) |
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| Donnie McBride | Dec 4 2008, 12:49 AM Post #7 |
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Don’s dark head nodded as the fox gave a brief explanation of what had brought him away from London. The cougar couldn’t say he was overly surprised-he’d found most of the shifter groups there stuck up and isolationist. A problem when you were the only one of your kind floating around on this side of the world. It usually meant that certain ‘needs’ went unattended-like the feline need for touch and belonging. The closest Don had come to that was cuddling with Aidee when he visited the jaguar female; though it was better than sleeping on her couch. The beautiful radio show host was the reason Don wasn’t drinking as much as he might have preferred tonight-she always complained that it was like laying next to a distillery. There was no way Don was going to alienate the friend giving him a place to stay until he settled into Paris on his own. A hand lifted to push some of his shaggy hair away from the growing scowl on Don’s face at the mention of the current French political climate. Not that he had any sort of intention of allowing them to hunt or microchip him. As far as the world really knew Donnegal McBride had died just before Christmas five years ago-since then he had passed around living on well-forged fake ID. Even Cass was registered for her hospital care under an assumed name though with the money he paid to the private clinics to look after her a certain level of discretion was to be expected. Don drank another jig letting it burn all the way down his throat-not sure if he needed the drink for the politicians or the announcement that there were other cougars in the city, “Aye…if they want me tagged then I suppose Madame Iveriot will just have to do it herself. Can’t say I was aware there were others here. Never been around my own kind before. Assumed it was like back home.” “There’s a clinic not far-working on new ways to bring people out of extreme catatonia. Brought Cass over to see if the new treatment would work on her. Suppose I’ll need to give this woman a call just to be polite but haven’t got much intention of making friends. Never did like France.” Don drained the glass in his hand and held it out for another pour; he wasn’t about to go sharing exactly why he hated being here. Where just listening to people speak reminded him of the things he had lost to become the man he was today. The Irishman noticed when Grey’s attention split between himself and the blonde waitress that scream submissive wolf with her every movement. His ears sharp enough to catch the exchanges between the girl and the haughty blonde who though just sauntering her ass by him was enough. From what Don had gathered when he had looked-and he had looked-the lioness was vastly inflating her opinion of herself if she thought her looks made up for her attitude. His hand tightened around the glass he held listening to her sneer down at the wolf. It picked at Don’s vast Don Quixote complex like a child trying to avoid eating brussel sprouts. He had worked in and around pubs all his life-and no one would ever have dreamed of talking to any of the staff in Paddy’s like that. Not without one of the McBride boys showing them the back alley. He frowned deeper when the little wolf came to the table with another bottle and the lioness’ offer. Dark eyes bore through the space between them as Don rose from his seat not bothering to listen to Grey and took the bottle from the waitress-Joss she’d been called. His strides were sure and graceful as Don pulled up to the blonde’s table and set the bottle down on its surface. Kitty thought she was queen of the jungle and it was high time someone took her down a few pegs and into the world of reality. “Don’t think we’ll be needing yer drink or what ever extra ye think is so enticing. Most whores have the decency to keep their business on the corner where it belongs and not in a proper establishment. So why don’t ye get moving along-haven’t got any desire to drink anything from a woman that doesn’t know how to treat other people. The wolf might take yer mouth but ye talk to her like that again I’ll forget yer a woman and punch ye in the face.” |
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| Jocelyn | Dec 4 2008, 08:26 AM Post #8 |
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Joss preened a little as Grey stated outright she was doing a good job. Dealing with the lioness hadn't really gotten to her. She remembered what it was like to deal with snotty customers. She had dealt with a lot worse back in New York. Plus her past year had taught her to just take things and deal with them. Joss turned giving a small nod of 'hello' to the shaggy haired man that Grey was sitting with. Her fears about not getting to the customer fast enough eased as Grey told her they knew each other. "That's nice." Joss said softly as Grey turned to the woman who had bought the bottle for them. She moved to set the bottle on the table between them and would have gone to leave if the shaggy haired man hadn't stood up in that moment and grabbed the bottle from her hand before she could release it and stormed over to the lioness. Joss stepped back quickly out of his way, her eyes gone a little wide wondering for a moment what she had done to upset the man so much.  Deal Deal plastered a smile as the acrid smelling fox turned to thank her for her gift. Asking about what she had to offer that would go well with the whiskey. "Well my company for starters. But I also happen to have a little additive that'll kick..." Deal had been saying but was abruptly cut off as the brooding feline male stalked to her table and set the bottle down before her. Shocked eyes turned up to look at the dark haired male as he started spewing at her and calling her a whore and such. Her shock featured actually turned into amused ones, looking like she was trying to hold back laughter as the male got on his high horse about how she treated people and threatened her. "Hmmm fiesty AND protective. Meow..." Deal purred staring up at him. Deal glanced around him back towards the girl who seemed to be standing there like a dumb lil bunny. "No need to get your panties in a twist. If you prefer bitch," Deal said referring to Joss's canineness not her attitude, "Over queen that's you're problem not mine. Can't blame me for offering a little company." Deal said with a shrug grabbing at the bottle and tugging it towards her. "This is a public place and I will pay good money for what I drink. How I drink it, order it are none of your concern. I haven't hurt the lil bitch have I? Only asked her to do her job to utmost of her ability. Now whos a little touchy here?" Deal taunted then raised her hand and with a flick of her rest gave him the goo shoo signal. "You don't want the whiskey... fine. Ye want to punch me for how I treat the employees of this establishment call the owner. I haven't hurt a fly." Deal said then sat back in her seat unwilling to move. ~~~~~ Joss Joss watched on in horror as the man took up her cause against the annoying woman. It touched her that he would do such a thing for someone he didn't even know but she also felt uncomfortable that a stranger would stick up for her as well as cause trouble within Grey's establishment. When the woman snapped back at the man Grey had introduced as Donnie Joss flinched. Afraid a brawl would break out and it might be her fault. She stepped up trying to show that she could handle the situation on her own. "She's right. No harm done. It's no big deal Sir please." Joss said not wanting him to go through all this trouble for her. ~~~~~ Deal "You see no harm done." Deal reitterated. SHe turned to the girl ignoring the man now. If he wasn't interested he wasn't worth her attention. "Get me a glass of ice for this." Deal said holding up the bottle of whiskey. "And a menu." She added, even though she had earlier denied needing one. ~~~~~~~~ Joss Joss stood there for a moment wondering how the woman could even ponder staying there after having been called out and humiliated by Donnie. She would have been running out with her tail between her legs. Then again she never would have started such a ruckus in the first place. Not sure what to do she just nodded and turned to go to the bar to get a glass of ice. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 9 2008, 11:28 AM Post #9 |
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Grey nodded slightly as Donnie replied about the current political climate and the fact he hadn't know that there were other Cougars around here. It was true back in London he'd been the same, he'd lived for himself and knowing no other foxes who were actually lived in the city rather than just passing through but then his kind was meant to be good at hiding so he supposed it was entirely possible. It had been a big surprise to have a skulk turn up on his doorstep one day let alone the fact he was now meant to be the leader of the group. It was certainly an education, although to be honest he wasn't entirely sure he was learning the lessons he needed to learn, yet. Running everything seemed to take up a majority of his time especially looking after the group when the oldest of them were barely out of their teens. At times it really did feel like he needed to remind them not to go running through the middle of parks or traffic crossings or even shift in public. “Yeah well if she wants me and mine tagged she's gonna have to find us and I pity the fools they send in first. I'm afraid most of the groups are fairly well represented and organised around here. Ran into and ended up getting involved in the local skulk.” He let out a sigh and his shoulders made an expansive shrug before continuing. “Most of them are barely turned, couldn't really leave them to blunder around as what with things being like they are at the moment” Donnie stormed past facing off against the woman. He listened interestingly as the female Cat responded to what he said to her. It gave him a little satisfaction, which he carefully hid, when her plastered on smile slipped from her features. The woman was a little too sure of herself, it was nice that her bubble was pierced if only for a moment and it was only for a moment because then her features shifted to amused before she replied. Yep this one was certainly full of herself. She shrugged and tugged the bottle back getting on her own high horse about her rights. True she had the right to act how she wanted to staff within reason but that right stopped at abusing staff and he had the right to decide when she stepped across that line. Not that he even needed that reason to ask her to leave especially not with the much better one of the fact she'd just offered drugs in a round about way. Tilting his head slightly a well practised smile formed on his lips, it wasn't unfriendly but it also wasn't all that friendly, his eyes locked on hers not flinching one bit despite the fact she was a lion and him a fox. “True you haven't done anything wrong to Joss here apart from act the bitch yourself, are you sure you don't have some poodle in your blood by the way? He doesn't need to call the owner I've been here all the time but the plain fact is you have done something wrong. You offered a little something that'll add kick. I'm not naïve enough to believe your offering pop rocks so how abouts you either decide whether you keep you merchandise to yourself and act like a civilised adult to my staff or you walk out of here before I call the local pd. I don't want the attention to here and I'm pretty sure you want the police coming along and collecting your DNA measuring you up for an implant or a bonfire depending on which crazy gets elected.” He raised an eyebrow awaiting her answer as he flipped through his phone book by memory remembering where Em's number was before handing it to Donnie his eyes never leaving hers. “That's the woman you want by the way. The woman's got a good head on her shoulders shouldn't have too many problems with you being in town just tell her the truth.” |
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| Donnie McBride | Dec 12 2008, 02:54 AM Post #10 |
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Magnificent Bastard // Rogue Cougar
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A growl slipped from Don’s lips at the lioness’ not so veiled offer of something with more ‘kick’ than the whiskey he had previously had been enjoying. If there was one thing that bothered the cougar more than asshole men who thought they had the right to be violent towards women then it was drugs and the parasitic dealers. He had worked hard in his early years to keep hard drugs out of the neighborhood he’d grown up in on Dublin’s Northside. There was a collection of scars over his abdomen that attested just how far he had gone to keep the place clean of the trouble that always followed that sort of business. But then again-in those days he’d been little more than a happy go lucky car thief with valuable contacts within the Provisional IRA. Time had changed more than just Don’s profession. His hands curled into fists at his sides not wanting to stir up too much trouble in Grey’s pub-though the idea of the lioness thinking the ‘owner’ would have a different view of things made him want to laugh. Don knew for a fact that Grey ran a clean place. It was one of the reasons they had become casual friends back in London since Don was never shy about acting as a bouncer. His dark eyes glared down at the blonde who seemed to think the sun rose and fell out of her own arse with his distaste clearly written on his features. Don glanced quickly over to the fox with a small shake, “Aye-think its time the wee ‘queen of the jungle’ gets moving on her way. Her stench is makin it hard for a man to drink in peace.” “If I catch ye peddling that shite round here again I won’t be nearly as polite.” A ring of amber flooded his dark eyes giving an otherworldly look. “Trust me when I tell ye that ye won’t like it if I have to teach ye proper manners.” Don turned on his heel moving back toward the table where Grey sat and slid back into the booth. It was taking a lot to control his temper today which Don chalked up to the latest visit at the clinic to see Cass. Maybe he’d finish up here and find a dive where he could get into a good round of fisticuffs-that always settled him down. His hand slid across the table and picked up the slip of paper with the head cougar’s information on it without looking. Don had already been in the city long enough to offend if the woman was going to be a bitch about her territory-one more night wouldn’t hurt things. |
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| Dhelia | Dec 12 2008, 05:22 AM Post #11 |
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Deal rolled her eyes as the males tried to make a pissing contest with her. Complaining about her drugs and clientele. "Fine spend 400 bucks to get drunk. A lil additive for our kind never hurt no one. It's not like heroine ya dumb asses." Deal spouted. DOwnplaying shift maybe a little bit. "I'm sure you don't want the cops here either. So don't be threatening me with that shit." SHe countered to the fox. Deal suddenly stood up. Proving she was no little girl like the timid little wolf who was hiding by the bar. Shakily trying to pretend she was filling a glass with ice as she watched the outcome of this display. Deal moved to stand before the shaggy haired feline male as he tried to go all Alpha on her by bleeding his eyes. "Nothing wee about this queen I assure you." Deal said with a smirk. In her shit kicker boots she actually stood nearly an inch taller then him. "Guess your too lost in your own little sorry world to know a good thing when it smacks ya in the face." Deal said. "Manners are for the weak and those who pretend to rule. I don't pretend." Deal gritted out between her teeth before patting Don's ass as he suddenly turned from her, pretending he was about to ignore her and head back to his table. Deal said nothing more merely gave a small push of a finger to the neck of the bottle of whisky, sending it crashing towards the ground to explode in a rush of liquor and glass. She didn't look back as she headed for and walked out the door. A twenty dollar bill was raised and tossed over her shoulder as she headed out the door. KNowing it was just enough to cover the drinks she had had plus a good tip for the blonde bitch, but not enough to cover the bottle of whiskey as well. Let them take that how they wanted.  Joss Joss was hoping that Grey and Donnie would get the woman to leave as they stood there berating her. Joss must have filled, emptied and refilled the glass with ice twenty time before the woman finally stood and made her final statement before leaving. Joss watched in horror as the 40 dollar bottle of whiskey went to the ground and shattered. She didn't even watch the woman anymore, flying to get the dust pan and broom and throwing a bar rag over her shoulder she went to the crash and spill to clean it up. Going to her knees and picking up the larger peices of glass to place in the dustbin. Then using both hand held small broom and rag to try and clear up the rest. Edited by Dhelia, Dec 12 2008, 05:24 AM.
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| Deleted User | Dec 29 2008, 01:08 PM Post #12 |
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Grey really doubted the woman's claim over her merchandise and the eyebrow that climbed slightly showed his scepticism. Yeah perfectly safe, cheap and in no way addictive. The first dose would be free or very cheap just out of the kindness of her heart. He'd heard it all before about chiva, charlie, weed and special K and seen what it had done to some of his friends while living on streets. Some things could just crawl inside your skin and gnaw away at your insides till you were a shade of your past self. He was damned if he was going to let someone selling something like that into his bar. Hell alcohol was bad enough for some. Still her retort at the use of the police made him actually laugh though the sound contained little warmth. “I've no problem with them coming here I'm just the poor owner who's being pestered by some inhuman monster. All my papers are up to spec and nothing dirty happens here” No, it happened elsewhere carefully not linked to him in anyway on those rare occasions he might need to do it. Gods this woman had a high horse that had to be rivalling that of even the politician vying for leadership of France. Maybe they could put the women in charge. If they were really lucky the bitch may start sampling her own merchandise and off herself before the first term even started. Hell he could name one thing about her that certainly wasn't small and that was her ego. Finally the woman gave up and as a final act of defiance tipped the bottle of whisky off the side causing him to watch her go with a sigh. Figured couldn't get her way, or be the centre of attention and so she throws a tantrum. Looking at the smashed bottle then at the silenced regulars he shrugged before speaking moving over and picking up the note she'd thrown. “Come on guys ain't you never seen a drama queen before? The lass is off to get to her horse drawn carriage before midnight strikes and it turns into a pumpkin and she into a small yapping poodle.” As the normal background murmur returned to the bar he passed the note to Joss just as she finished tidying up the shattered remains of the bottle. “Here you go it's not gonna cover the bottle and how much trouble she was anyway so consider it a tip for dealing with your first misinformed customer.” Turning back to Donnie he smiled slightly before sitting down at the table again. “So where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” |
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