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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2013 15:22:32 GMT -8
[ For those of you following this story, this happened two posts prior to where it is. I'm neck deep in logs, so apologies to all for not getting them up in a timely fashion. ]
Make Me MentaI: With the shifting about, Meghan had little choice in the matter and ended up falling to her side with a small chuckle. Though, not but a few minutes later, her own phone was ringing away. It was Charlie. She answered it just before he moved out. She talked with him a few and then nodded before ending the call and hanging up. "Baby, I need to go. Charlie needs some help with something. I'll see you home soon? Be careful." she leaned in for a long lingering kiss. Once she pulled back she smiled. "Give Dez a hug for me. I'm going to go out the back way." It was quicker and she needed to get going. Charlie was waiting on her. [d]
DeviI Red: The Silver Bullet was pulled into the lot and parked, though despite the engine and lights being cut off, she remained within it, looking at the entrance to the place for a second before climbing out. Lighting up a smoke -- yeah, nasty habit, but try and tell her that -- she hunkered down against the damn rain and hurried inside, a hand raking through those lengthy red strands to rid it of the dampness she knew was clinging to each and every one. Blue eyes lifted, taking a look around. -d-
DezzyGotDizzy: Pacing around like a angry rattle snake she pinned Red with the neck of the bottle. " Where's the boss man? Something fucked up is going to happen and I need to find them... "
T C Beckwith: Out in the lot was a red, '48 panhead, sitting in the rain. Frankly TC was amazed his ass hadn't rusted to the seat but so far he'd lucked out. TC was watching the blue eyed one pace like a caged animal. "Well, Darlin' if you tell me who your bossman is, I might be able to tell you. Unless he's a low life purse snatcher, then he just might be at the hospital. And in he stepped. There was a beer on the bar that was, by now, no doubt warm. Well at least something in this damned state was.
DeviI Red: Sed narrowed her eyes, pretending to feel threatened, but then she puckered up and planted one on Dezzy's lips, smirking. "If you're gonna pull it, better mean to use it." She winked at the woman, teasing. -d-
NightotheAngel: Kalypso eventually emerged from the bathroom. Clothes a little more damp but still wet. Hazel eyes take in the scene. Looking to Dez.::"I have no idea who your bossman is. Frankly, not important to me.":: She moved to a stool as she ordered a ginger ale. Laying a few bills that she earned working at the shop.::
DezzyGotDizzy: Kissed? Whoa maybe she should go gay.. a kiss from that she-wolf was like high octane to the libido... swoon.. no really she kind of did.. and placed the bottle to Red's lips since she said she better use it. Eyes glanced over to the TC dude and she raised her brow. " Alex... Alex is the bossman.. I need to find him. " Wrapping an arm around Red she took the cig outta her hand and placed it into the ash tray, cig smoke made her mental since she quit like five hundred years ago.
Alex Vipond: As Meghan headed out the back, Alex headed for the front, and the bar proper. The tall guy there taken note of, and then he took a lean as he waited for his preference to be warmed. Not nuked, never nuke it. You end up with fucking bottled blood pudding that way. He looked over and up, a nod given the man. Idly he contemplated asking what the weather was like. Instead he straightened from his lean to his full five foot ten inches.
DeviI Red: She watched as the cigarette left her fingertips in a trail of smoke, her face falling, almost following it, but alas, she settled for the beer and the arm around her waist. -d-
NightotheAngel: Kalypso agreed to get along with the vampire for Mars sake. She didn't have to trust him but she would be appeasing for the moment with him. Kalypso sat protectively around her drink as she sipped it. Debating on how quickly to leave She just watched and observed for the moment. While she enjoyed her drink.::
DezzyGotDizzy: The almost imperceptible squeak of the studio door had Dez's head snapping around and she handed Red back her smoke as she spotted Alex. ' Stay put.. I might need you soon. " another cheek kiss was given and she stalked over to Alex and laid on the hands on his forehead and the nape of his neck. It was like a mystic healer.. she laid the hands on and closed her eyes listening lips moving silently as if she was counting. Suddenly she looked up. " Its coming.. something bad.. is coming.. soon.. " And the headache kicked in.. eyes going glassy as the white lights wavered in front of her face. Dropping her hands to his shoulders she blinked a few times and lowered her head to rest her forehead on his chest a single red drop coming from her nose and dripping in slow motion to the floor.
T C Beckwith: Damn there sure was a lot of kissing going on. He looked to the guy next to him and nodded, then looked back to the girls and their little party.
DeviI Red: Did she really expect her to stay? She was a wolf, not a dog. And so she sauntered over to the counter and slithered up onto it's edge, just sitting there for a second, content to have her cigarette back. That was when she saw Alex, her gaze cutting through the small gathering, just watching him, wondering. -d-
Alex Vipond: When Dezzy came up and got all hands on and in his face. He nodded. "Yes, it, she is here. And she has my fucking dog." Yes he was pissed about that.
DezzyGotDizzy: Using the back of her hand she wiped the blood from her nose and looked up. " Who? Someone took Gus? What the fuck? "
Alex Vipond: "You okay? You don't look okay."
DezzyGotDizzy: "Ooh Herr... " She growled and clenched her fists. " I'll fucking kill her.. so help me Ra.. "
DeviI Red: Long, denim wrapped legs swung slowly to whatever tune was playing in her head, the backs of beat-up black Chucks rubbing against the counter as she shook off the biker jacket she was wearing, revealing a black Metallica 'Whiskey' tee. It was tied in a knot at her back, pulling it taut against her frame, the short sleeves revealing ones of another kind. And she continued to smoke, alternating between sips of Dezzy's beer -- guess she was going to have to buy her another. -d-
NightotheAngel: The smell of death was not something forgotten by anyone. It was a smell that became stuck in your nose. Kalypso glanced to Alex but didn't say a word. She would finish up her drink. Before heading toward the door. It was getting late and Abby did tell her not to stay out to late. Besides by the time she got home she would have to change clothes anyhow. Since the rain had not let up much.::
T C Beckwith: TC looked down the bar, ordered another beer, and then smiled at Red. "Nice ink." He nodded.
DeviI Red: The unfamiliar voice caught her attention and she looked, offering him wink. "I know." -d-
DezzyGotDizzy: " I'm fine.. " Which was half bullshit half legit, but she swayed a little as one hand continued to hold herself up by his shoulder just in case. " Something bad.. its coming.. if she is already here.. it must be something else.. "
Alex Vipond: "Fuck. Now what?" He steadied her, and guided her toward a stool settling her down. "What can I get you?"
T C Beckwith: "Let me guess, sex, drugs and death metal." He looked her over and where he was more the good ol' boy type, he could appreciate a woman who appreciated her music.
DeviI Red: "The name's Sedona, by the way," she introduced herself after eyeballing him a second, trying to place him, but getting nothing -- he was new to her, though he had her pegged right as Red, too. She went by both. "And...no," she shook her head. "Don't go judging books by their cover." Sedona didn't do drugs. That's the last thing she needed with what she was -- coffee was her vice, so were cigarettes with the occasional beer thrown in, though music was indeed her life. -d-
DezzyGotDizzy: She was led to a stool and settled there and she wiped at her nose again seeing the blood had already started to congeal. " I'm fine.. " More to herself then to the boss. Her hands slid down her thighs and rested on the hilts of her daggers as she took a few deep breaths to get right in the head again. " All I know is its dark.. and the night is getting darker still."
T C Beckwith: "Well now, we'll just have to peel the cover back and see what lays on the pages, won't we?" He smiled, dimples showing, and then he took up his beer and sipped.
DezzyGotDizzy: " I cant see the threat Alex... " She should be scared.. but she just couldn't find the fear factor in herself for herself.. she was scared for the lives of others.
DeviI Red: That earned him a smirk, snickering behind the bottle as she tipped it back for a sip. "Slick," she nodded, appreciatively. -d-
Alex Vipond: Dogs barking, can't fly without umbrella..... "I .... don't know what to do with that." He scowled as he tried to think of what she could be sensing but it always came back to Alea... "Wait. Shit. She vaporized!"
T C Beckwith: He gave a sideways tip of his head that was half nod. "Yes Ma'am." He grinned all the more. "So what do you do when you're not rocking out?"
DeviI Red: "I don't remember," she said, still smirking, then with a shake of her head, she realized how cryptic it sounded and added. "I've pretty much been locked in here since the day after Christmas. We just finished recording a couple days ago. So," she shrugged, blue eyes flickering around the place then falling back on him. "Now I'm trying to figure out what I did before." -d-
T C Beckwith: "Well now, we'll just have to see if we can't jog your memory." Taking another sip, he went ahead and drained it, then set the bottle aside.
DeviI Red: "We, huh?" There was that signature smirk again, something so natural she must've been born with it as those blue eyes bore into him, with an inquisitive cant of that trademark red head, as if she was trying to figure out his game. Slowly, she would nod, again. "Guesso," she agreed, not saying much else about it as she slid off the counter -- at six feet tall, it was barely a step down. Reaching out for the jacket she set aside, she slid back into it, about to head outside, but not before offering him an invite. "Should come see us sometime." The 'us' she meant, was the band, but there were other things written there between the lines. He just had to look. With that, she gave Dezzy and Alex a nod and slipped back out into the rainy night. -d-
T C Beckwith: "Well now I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I left you to your own devices now, would I?" He smirked. "Catch you later, Red."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2013 17:52:43 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex had left the club that Nicolette had been found, and lost in. Heading back to the Studio, he felt the weight of that failure dragging him down. He didn't bother with the tunnels, he walked in the rain from the garage to the studio and right in through the front door. He paused, looking around, and then headed for the bar. He ordered his usual, and waited as it was warmed, taking up a lean against the bar and trying to not lose his temper again. Manager Cieaner: --Jake and Shay were headed to the studio tonight, to meet up with Alex and hear some of the new music. Driving to the studio in his SUV, Jake and Shay parked the car and got out to head into the studio. Attired in his usual leather jacket, black T-shirt and deep blue jeans, Jake made his way into the studio and nodded to Teddy as he arrived. Teddy handed Jake a Corona upon his arrival. As they headed towards the bar, he saw Alex. Offering a hand to his friend, he said to him-- "Hey man, it's weird to see everybody back in Seattle now. Every time I see everyone now, I think there should be some palm trees and 80 degree weather now..." --He chuckled and motioned to Shay-- "I'm sure you remember the lovely Shay, she's getting settled into the cold of Seattle" -- (d) Miss Shaylen: Shay was slowly but surely getting used to the weather, though the little shopping spree she went on certainly helped. The blonde was warm in what she'd chosen, the dark jeans with the black sweater and boots beneath a black leather jacket of her own. That didn't mean she didn't hustle her ass into the Studio, though, having to walk a little bit faster to keep up with Jake's lengthy stride. Shivering as she wandered in ahead of him, she smiled as Jake introduced her again, though she was sure he remembered her from Hawaii, or so she hoped. "Hello," she nodded, looking between the two men, still tucked inside her jacket -- she wasn't taking it off until she warmed up a little! -d- Alex Vipond: Smiling, Alex took Jake's hand and then Shay's. "Yes and hello. It's ... an adjustment. All things considered I think we'd all rather be a good thirty degrees warmer." He chuckled but it was a hard climb to his eyes. There was tension there, and a touch of sorrow as well. Manager Cieaner: --Jake glanced at Shay, knowing she was still getting used to the weather, but she would. He laughed at the weather, saying-- "well, it's back to reality for all of us now. but we wanted to stop by tonight and check out the music we had been discussing- do you have some time for that?" --He was sure Alex would, but he wanted Shay to see him working and discussing music. He continued by saying-- "I was making sure to get Shay lined up with an interview with AEG small venue people about a book keeping job, it's what she majored in college." --Oh yeah, there was one thing Jake had to ask Alex-- "One thing I've been meaning to ask, what happened with the French Blonde situation after we all got home?" --Alex knew he meant Nicole, but was curious if there was an update on that-- (d) Miss Shaylen: "French Blonde...sounds like a type of dog," she giggled a little, "Or an '80's band." She could picture the word 'invasion' being added to the end of it, and it's what had her laughing to herself as the two of them talked. "I'll get used to it," she nodded reassuringly, offering him a little wink and smile, knowing full well she would because he was here. "How've you been, Alex?" she turned her attention to the musician, "And your lovely wife?" They were newlyweds, after all, she could ask, not to mention, she liked her. -d- Alex Vipond: "Yeah we can do that." He nodded, and listened as Jake explained about Shay's book keeping job search. "Need any help with that, let me know, I can put some feelers out." And then Jake asked about Nicolette. "Long story short, she..." he looked at Shay and deadpanned. "She's my sister." He took up his bottle as it was set down, the brown glass, with the nondescript label and stylized A- on it could have meant anything. Could have meant it was Alex's, don't touch.... "And Meghan is fine. Everything is fine." He nodded. "Mostly. Rabid ex in the mix... but yeah." Manager Cieaner: --The "she's my sister" comment was followed by a simple-- "What the fuck?" --But they discussed Shay's job as he motioned for Alex to lead the way to the studio where he had the new music and said-- "Yeah, if the first interview work, we may need to take your up on that offer." --Jake had connections, but Alex had been in town longer and could prove to be even more useful than he was. As Alex began to lead the way, he remembered Shay's french poodle comment, he smirked and said-- "Hey darlin', if you ever wanna sing, we can figure out a name using 'French Poodle" or something. I'm game..." --Giving her that signature sarcastic smirk, he chuckled and turned back to Alex as they continued their talk- he would ask-- "So, now that we have a Luke/Leia situation, how is the real ex taking it?" -- (d) Alex Vipond: Chuckling he headed back for the studio, and unlocked his door. Stepping inside he pocketed the keys as he popped the top on the bottle. Couldn't let it get warm. "The ex is the one that made it possible for Nicolette to be here today." He gave Jake a grim smile, though I suppose all things considered it was for the best. Though I have to admit, the sour grapes Alea fed her could have been done without." Miss Shaylen: And here Shaylen thought her family was the dysfunctional one, for being overbearing, but it was Alex's sister that was lurking along the outskirts of the wedding -- she guessed every family had it's problems. Of course, she didn't know what they were, so... -d- Manager Cieaner: --As Jake and Shay entered the studio, he said-- "Wait, Nicole is here? At the studio?" --He was wondering where the hell she was locked up at and if she was ok. If Shay thought she had the dysfunctional, wait till she was about to learn of the true identity of Alex and Nicolette. It was gonna make the admission of Sed being a werewolf seem like child's play. As they entered the studio, he grabbed a plush chair for Shay to sit and relax, while he grabbed a stool to relax. He turned to Alex, saying-- "So, what'cha got for me? As you said, there's many years of work that you wanted to tell me about." --(d) Alex Vipond: "No she was last night. Damned near killed me too." He closed the door and moved to the console, setting the bottle down after taking a good long drink. He started looking through his music. "You want the new, new stuff or anything from the last decade...." He grinned. "Ah, yes. The golden oldies...." He started flipping through and then, smiled, pulling one disc out and queuing it up. Miss Shaylen: After thanking Alex for the offer to help, Shaylen quieted, baby blues looking around, especially when Jake mentioned something about Alex's sister being around. That was when she wondered if Jake's ex could be around, too -- this was where he said she'd been, but so far, the redhead she'd Googled a few nights back hadn't emerged from anywhere, so she relaxed a little. That is, until Alex randomly said his sister almost killed him. It caused her to quirk a brow, sinking into a seat, finally warm enough to shake off the jacket as some music started to play. "He meant that figuratively, right..." She'd leaned in, whispering to Jake. -d- Manager Cieaner: --Jake sat down and began to listen to the music. Liking the retro sound, he didn't want to tell Shay that it was retro cause Alex probably wrote it 50 years ago. But he'd humor him anyway-- "When was that written? And just play it all for me- a musical voyage of sorts..." --He knew Alex probably had decades worth a material and knew he had to be careful on what was released, just so the big secret wasn't given away. Jake wanted to use the utmost discretion in this. He turned to Shay, and said-- "Maybe. Maybe not. He's a busy man." --He was being a little coy, a little cryptic, but he figured Alex would tell her his true identity soon enough-- (d) Alex Vipond: Whisper or no, Alex heard it with crystal clarity, even over Buddy Holly. "No, I meant it literally." Alex nodded. "That one was written by Buddy, though he gave collaborating credit to Norman Petty, and it was recorded May of '57. Little studio in New Mexico. One of Buddy's guitarists was down with mono, and I filled in for him. And no, that one is not going on the album, I was just going for the oldies I collaborated on.... I can give you ....." He paused and started flipping through jewel cases again. "This one I actually wrote for Meghan." Miss Shaylen: When she realized he'd heard her, she straightened a little in her seat, offering a sheepish smile, figuring she'd spoken louder than she'd intended. She was just about to voice an apology when he went on to mention recording dates. While she may be blonde, she certainly wasn't dumb, but she did wonder if she was going deaf. Looking to Jake again, she questioned,"I thought he was supposed to play something he'd done?" Or maybe she was just confused, considering, in her head, he couldn't have been around back then. Shaylen just shut up at that point as something occurred to her, looking less confused and more...cautious, was it? Or maybe it was a mixture of that and curiosity as she snuck a glance at Alex. -d- Manager Cieaner: --He knew the cat was coming out of the bag sooner than later when he discussed Buddy Holly, and not the Weezer tune. Jake smirked, saying to him-- "We may have to modernize this one a tad, if we ever wanna release it." --He listened to the more modern one and nodded his head, saying to him-- "There's a lot we can do with this one here, we could get this one to lite rock stations, top 40, that sort of stuff. I do like this one." --Turning to Shay, he just smiled as he would then answer her question-- "Alex did record it. In '57. Well Alex, you might as well tell her how you recorded things in 1957...and I don't see her running out the door when you do." -- (d) Alex Vipond: It was perhaps ironic that he'd broke the same news to Charlie in this same room not two days ago. He picked up his bottle, and took a drink, then eyed it. "Maybe this will help clear things up." He offered the bottle out to Shay. "I admit it, I'm bottle fed...." He sat in his chair by the console and watched Shay. "It's ... exactly what it smells like." Miss Shaylen: Her expression was priceless as she looked from Jake and slowly to Alex, trying really hard not to stare as she quietly reached for the offered bottle. She didn't have to bring it that close to her nose to get a good whiff and when she did, she immediately crinkled her nose and squeezed her eyes shut because it was so strong, and yes, it was most definitely blood -- not that she'd been around all that much of it to know, but still. When she opened her eyes again, she'd find herself the one being stared at, no doubt because they were wondering what she would do or say. Again, she smiled sheepishly, her cheeks stained crimson as she realized she didn't know what to say in this instance, except, "Y' all can stop looking at me like that now." She chuckled, apparently not on the verge of running like Jake had predicted. There was no reason to, right? -d- Manager Cieaner: --Ok, it was obvious Shay knew now what Alex was. But her flushed cheeks were very cute on her as the manager patted her leg and laughed. Within a few days, she now knew vampires and werewolves existed and she handled it with amazing class and tranquility. He glanced at Alex and waved his hand away-- "Ok, that's enough with that. It smells like shit." --He chuckled as he said to him-- "The last song is definitely album material. What else you got?" -- (d) Make Me MentaI: It had been a long night ... what had been left of it. And a long day. The pair of them had rested and recuperated as best as they could, from last night's.... events. Normally, Meghan would come riding in on her bike, but in this weather? Not tonight. That didn't keep her from slipping back into her old habits of leather and..... leather. She parked her Benz and made her way inside. Dressed in her signature usual. Leather boots, pants, layered shirts and her leather jacket. Since their return from Hawaii, she'd been wearing the talisman's Javier had given her, to help protect her from at that time, the Temoin of the city. He who will not be named. It gave her the creeps. Made her skin crawl. She felt violated and dirty. Now? Now those talisman's were being used against Alex's maker and her minions. Once she entered, she didn't see Alex at the bar, and meandered back to his private studio. [d] Alex Vipond: "I don't want you to get the mistaken impression that we are all warm, fuzzy, sparkly, bundles of joy. We are predators. We are at the top of the food chain. And some of us really, really, enjoy that fact. Do you understand what I am saying?" He reached for the bottle because, well, dinner! He held it up, "This, is something my company, Life Force Enterprises, produces. It is cloned. Every bit as real as that which flows....very nicely through your veins. In fact hospitals are now starting to use the cloned blood, my company produces. And that's not all they do. They research blood and blood related processes to help fight disease." He looked back at Jake and nodded, then spun up a disc. "This is the playlist I had set up for Meghan for our wedding." Miss Shaylen: Shaylen shifted in her seat, looking a little uncomfortable, not because of Alex, but the warning he was issuing. It was a bit darker than the picture Jake had painted for her, but then again, when he told her about vampires and werewolves, she wasn't thinking Edward and Bella, either. She actually had some old horror flick in mind that had scared her to death as a child: the original Nosferatu. And by the way Alex was looking at her, stressing certain things, she had a funny feeling some of these people weren't that far off. He just chose not to be. When he asked her if she understood, her blue eyes flickered to Jake then back to Alex as she nodded, "I do." To a certain degree, at least. This all still felt surreal to her. When he turned to put on another disk, she sat back and crossed one leg over the other, listening to what he was playing for them, still trying to comprehend that he was around in 1957, curbing any questions that might seem too nosey on her part. -d- Manager Cieaner: --Jake shook his head and laughed-- "Believe me, we ain't gonna test you for sure. We appreciate you have that shit, as I called it- compared to the real thing." --He saw Shay looking a bit uncomfortable and ran a hand over her thigh as he wanted to calm her down. Perhaps Jake was just used to the different groups more and knew what Alex was saying was necessary, but Shay didn't have to worry about Alex attacking her. Squeezing her thigh to try and relax her, he listened to Alex's next song, he nodded once more--"This definitely goes with your vision that you were telling me about back in Hawaii. I think these are good comeback songs for you. I do have a question though- with the short tour coming up- how much new stuff versus old stuff do you want to play?" --(d) Make Me MentaI: She could hear voices as she neared the studio and once she reached the door, she quietly and slowly opened it, peeking in before emerging fully. She looked around, noting the trio and gave a smile. The door was closed behind her and she looked to Alex. Brows arched, and she flashed him another smile. "I was just coming by to make sure everything was alright. But if you guys are in some kind of meeting, I can just come back later?" she thumbed over her shoulder, to the door behind her before hands were shoved into the back pockets of her leather pants. [d] Alex Vipond: "The only thing this lacks, is the tactile sensation of fang to flesh.... and the high quantities of free radicals in the blood that humans accumulate as they age. Simple fact, the fewer free radicals the sweeter the blood. Think of it as something cooked in butter as opposed to oil." He shrugged. It was a matter of preference. At Jake's next question, he replied, "Nothing older than 2000." Turning as Meghan stepped in, he smiled, the bottle set aside, gum swiftly popped into his mouth and then he was rising and reaching for her, a kiss given. "You're good." His eyes raked over her and he grinned. "And... hot." Miss Shaylen: She smiled at Jake when she felt his hand on her leg, rubbing it, making sure she was okay. She would be. It was just a lot to take in during such a short time span and sometimes she literally woke up and wondered about some of the things she and Jake had discussed, asking herself if it really happened. But here they were, and she was being told it again, by someone that was an actual vampire -- an actual vampire? Again, surreal. She shoved the tornado of thoughts to the back of her mind when she saw Meghan walk in, the blonde wiggling her fingers at her in greeting, kind of hoping she would stay to even things out a little, and maybe understand all this a little bit better. -d- Manager Cieaner: --Jake nodded and turned to Shay-- "Ill make sure to bite down on Shay's neck, she likes that sorta thing..." --Giving her a wink and pat to her thigh as he knew she'd be ok. Listening to Alex's comment about the set list for the shows, he said-- "That would probably be best. There was some stuff, some radio hits from 02-03 that you'll play, some of the 08 stuff and the new stuff will probably work out nicely. And if you play the old songs, if you really want to- just make sure to say they're covers. Don't think too many people will know the difference. By the way, the tickets for the shows are on sale this weekend and I'll give you an update on sell outs and stuff next week." --Talking business under normal circumstances was probably boring for Shay, but given these circumstances, it was a lot for her to take in-- (d) Make Me MentaI: She gave Shay a little wave back. A nod and smile to Jake before she was slipping in closer to her husband as he stood to his feet and closed the distance with a kiss. She kissed back. Thank goodness for gum! "Pft... I've never been hot..." she gave him a playful shove. If he fell back to his seat, she ended up piling into his lap, and then maybe sliding into the seat next to him, with her legs over his lap. "What are we talking about here?" she asked, having came in on the tail end of a conversation. [d] T C Beckwith: That '48 panhead rolled into the lot, competing, briefly, with the noise from inside the place. It was wet, cold and his ass ached. Dropping the stand, he rocked it over and killed the engine. The gas was turned off, just before he swung off, and then he was heading inside, one hand dragging through the wet mop of dirty blond as he stepped in. He slung his hand, to clear it of the water, and then wiped it down his pantleg... which did little but it was reflexive. Looking around, TC got a bead on the bar and headed for it. He needed a beer and a place to dry out at. Looked like he may have found both. Alex Vipond: "So does Meghan!" He chuckled and grinned, then sobered and smiled at her. "Love you, Baby." Looking back at Jake he nodded, flashing him the rock and roll horns with his hands. "Got it." He nodded. With Meghan in his lap, he rested his hand on her thigh, the other draped around her waist. Miss Shaylen: Oh, they were talking about lots of things, some of which had Shaylen's head spinning, but she just smiled, letting it all sink in. The way her foot swung to the song that was currently playing, it was clear she liked the sound of it. Though Jake's comment did get a devilish look out of her, a sly sideways glance because she had something he was going to like -- she just had to share it with him later. -d- Manager Cieaner: --Jake and Alex discussed the touring and music ideas, as he looked to him and said-- "If you want to, email me some MP3's of some of the others you want to use on tour." --As Meghan joined the group, he was looking for Shay to meet new people and pondered an idea to them-- "Hey Meghan, since Shay is new in town- maybe the two of you wanted to hang out, go shopping, or whatever you all do." --He smirked as he said-- "Perhaps we can all go out for dinner next week or something. I still need to show Shay around town a bit...you know, get all the touristy shit out of the way first." --Giving Shay a soft smile, as he really hadn't shown her around town yet-- (d) Make Me MentaI: Meghan's face turned a bit red when Alex seem to reveal one of Meghan's kinks. Hey... she couldn't help it if she liked it a little rough at times. And it was something that worked for them both, right? She got her kink, he got to feed. All while... Yeah, okay. Gaze turned to Alex briefly before she smiled. "I love you to." she replied. When Jake spoke and mentioned about maybe she and Shay getting together, Meghan nodded. "I can do that. Though... I don't know how much fun I would be." she replied with a smirk. "As you can tell... now that we're back in Seattle, its back to jeans and leather. Unless its for a special occasion. Then I might switch things up..." Meghan chuckled. Brows then arched as Jake suggested they all go out to dinner one night next week. "That sounds like it could be fun. I'm game." Meghan nodded and then looked to Alex. [d] T C Beckwith: A beer was ordered up and and he took the time to study the place. Seemed like a lot of folks with more interest in music than anything. In fact there wasn't even a pool table. Not even a dart board. What kind of bar didn't have at least a dart board? He took up his beer and took a deep drink, then started studying the people themselves. Alex Vipond: "I don't think Shay wants to watch that." Dead pan, but there was amusement in his eyes and his lips twitched after a moment. Yes this was why He who shall not be named hated Alex. He was jealous because Alex actually has a sense of humor. "Which actually brings up the next topic of discussion. I've asked a friend of mine to lend a hand with security. So if you notice a few of Sedona's friends around, don't be alarmed." Miss Shaylen: "That would be cool," Shaylen smiled, looking across at Meghan, though the mention of Sedona did cause it to falter a little. She and Jake's ex still hadn't met face to face yet, and while he told her she was okay with their relationship, it would still be a bit awkward, meeting her for the first time. She wasn't going to worry about it, though. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it even if the redhead decided to burn it down right behind her. "I'll give you my number and we can make plans," she said to Meghan, looking at Alex a second when he said she 'didn't want to watch that' and at first, she didn't get the meaning, but suddenly it sunk in and she smirked, shaking her head. "Noooo...I think I'll stick to having Jake pretend on me." Might not be the real thing, but then Shay had quite the imagination, as the man beside her was learning. -d- Manager Cieaner: --Jake tried to envision Shay watching someone feed, and probably was not something high on her agenda at this point. He smirked, saying to Alex and Meghan-- "Obviously, we'll leave that to you all. She's got her own kinks.." --She may have looked the innocent, but Shay was quite adventurous and he was always looking to push her further. He heard the comment about Sed's friends coming in for security, and Jake replied-- "I'm sure Sed will let them know she and I are friends, and not foes. I have to meet with Eleventh Hour to hear their new album as well. But all the new music is exciting, I think it's gonna be a good next few months for everybody." --Looking to Shay, and back to Alex and Meghan, hoping it was going to be great in more ways than one-- (d) Make Me MentaI: Looking to Shay, Meghan nodded and smiled. "Sounds good to me. We'll get together and do a little man bashing... " she paused. Briefly. "I mean... male bragging..." she teased both Alex and Jake. Even flashed them a fake innocent smile. Batting eyes and all. Who was this woman? And what had they done with Alex's wife? As for kinks? It was funny how every time things always got hot and heavy between husband and wife, it was rarely ever in the bed. That's happened maybe... twice? Three times at most? Whatever Alex was in the mood for, Meghan was usually open minded for it. Anyway! Meghan looked back to Shay. "How are you liking things here in Seattle so far?" [d] Alex Vipond: Oh yeah well, feeding. It was more like ... possessive love bites than anything. Alex tended to bite when he got there. Go figure. "Just don't dis the clown feet..." He gave her a point of finger. "No one disses the clown feet." He nodded. Eyes on hers he could tell the track of her thoughts. Oh and by the way, you guys might want to avoid the couch. And the console. And the glass between control room and studio proper... Just saying. Miss Shaylen: "Well...what's that saying?....Big feet...big...." Shaylen bit her lip, trying not to laugh. Yeah, it looked like Meghan and the little blonde would have to compare notes...or something. She immediately turned attention to the other woman, shifting in her seat so that she was leaning closer to Jake, against him, in fact, if he was close enough. At the question, she nodded, smiling knowingly, "I like it. A lot." With that, she would slide her fingers across the top of the manager's, filling the spaces. "Went shopping yesterday...." Speaking of..."I have something for you." Well, it fit her, but it was for him. A little squeeze was given, a silent suggestion that maybe they should leave -- if he wanted, the whisper being something between them, not remembering that Alex could hear all. -d- Nocturnal Legacy: It was a late night for the photographer. She was tired, worn, and wet. Sometimes shooting during weather like this, was tough even on her. As she hoped out of the baby blue 1950 Chevy... her purse was tossed over a shoulder. It wasn't often Abby carried one, but tonight, she had her phone along with a few other important things with her. Out of no where...the punk came running back and snatching her purse and was running off. "Hey! HEY! Come back here! That's my purse, asshole!" She slammed her truck door shut and took off after him. Had she a phone, she'd call the police. Or Sasha. [d] NightotheAngel: Studio & was starting to become a regular place for Kalypso. Kalypso cutt off the guy as she was approaching the place. It was obvious she had been caught in the rain. She was drenched from head to toe but at this point didn't care. She tripped up the mugger as she seen Abby not far behind. She sighed as she punched the guy and took back the purse. Before handing it to Abby. Okay probably not the wisest move but at this point Kalypso didn't care.:: Manager Cieaner: --Immediately, Jake glanced down at his feet and shrugged. Yeah, sure why not- the theory was probably right. He laughed as he said-- "Then it's set, we'll all get some dinner next week. But I'll let you two have girl time before then." --Jake then turned to Alex, saying-- "And we can discuss guy stuff and songs." --Upon hearing what Shay was whispering in his ear, Jake smirked and then said to the group-- "Well, I think I am going to see one of Shay's kinks, so I must bid everyone good evening and we'll see you soon.." --With that, Jake and Shay rose from their seats, saying their goodbyes to Alex and Meghan and beginning their descent out of the studio-- (d) T C Beckwith: Now if that didn't sound like a call for help, he didn't know what was. And yes, he heard it over the damned roar of the music coming from the stage. Setting his beer down he stepped outside, a look both ways given, blues locking on the women and the asshole purse snatcher. His lips twisted up in a smirk as he headed for them. It had been a while since he'd gotten into a brawl and well he was about due one. Alex Vipond: Alex just grinned and shrugged. "Big ... heart?" Those size twelve's were what held Alex down in a wind storm. Otherwise he'd be in Kansas. Alex chuckled as he imagined just what it could be. He didn't say a word though, just thought back to that outfit Meghan almost wore at Christmas."Have a good one." he nodded. "Take care and be damned careful of Alea." Miss Shaylen: She thwapped him in the arm, dying, the blush that burned her cheeks evidence of that, but that didn't kill the smile she was wearing as he tugged her to her feet, the tiny Southern belle bidding both Meghan and Alex goodbye, biting back a grin. "Give me a call!" She said to her in passing, being escorted out the door. -d- Make Me MentaI: Meghan just chuckled and looked between them all. But before Meghan could really say anything about what was said, it seemed Jake and Shay were leaving. Meghan gave them a parting smile and wave to see them off before she was turning to Alex. They were now alone. Brow waggle! [d]
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 7, 2013 3:41:02 GMT -8
DezzyGotDizzy: Ok.. So Dez has taken it upon herself to play security guard in a way to her peeps.. So when she came walking into the studio in the intricately made leather chest armor and leather jacket and pants with her hands on the hilts of her blades. Well she looked like Blade... with tits. Ha! As if! Anyway... inside she walked... and she looked around all brooding and menacing looking before she moved to the bar and gave Teddy a saucy wink and patted a Hundred down on the bar. “I need grey Goose... and Orange Juice Ted... lots of it! Stat! “Breakfast of champions! –d
Alex Vipond: Alex knew the meeting with Jake and Alea was going down tonight and he'd not heard anything, as of yet. Didn't mean anything wrong was going on, but it didn't necessarily look good, either. He was heading for the front as he Dezzy was heading in. When he saw how she was dressed, one brow rose. Heading for the bar, he settled beside her. LARPing are we?"
DezzyGotDizzy: "Ha! Fuck you Alex... I’m protecting your ass... I have had this armor chest plate since I was 16 years old. My brother made it for me..." Jabs him in the bicep with her finger good and hard. "I’m saving the world man... and you happen to be of my world so... that’s all I have to say about that...." –d
Alex Vipond: "Yeah but you're scaring the norms, not to mention running the risk of arrest so maybe you could save the world a little more conservatively?" He smirked, and nodded to Teddy.
DezzyGotDizzy: She sighed and nodded closing the coat around herself to keep her armor and her blades hidden. " I told myself that shit this morning... but you know how well I listen. " Winks and takes the drink Ted served up and winks looking at Alex again. " Some asshole said I should stop trying to be like Rambo whoever he is.. and use my pretty face for a better cause... I wanted to punch him in the face with my blade and show him how serious I am about protecting what's mine.. "
Alex Vipond: "Well, I think you should have listened to you. Speaking of listening to you, what is this 'darkness' you keep sensing? If it's not Alea, what is it?"
DezzyGotDizzy: " I’m still working on that one.. I’m not sure yet.. I still think its something super natural... " She took a small swallow of her drink and yawned softly before asking Ted for a bowl of nuts. -d
Alex Vipond: "Well that would stand to reason. Though this one time, in Brazil, it was just a bunch of armed men looking for a quick buck. They held me and the band for several hours until wee could get five grand delivered to them. It was fucking wild. I started using security after that."
DezzyGotDizzy: " Some asshole the other day said maybe I should get laid and I would see the light then.. I almost took off his nose to teach him a lesson. " She chuckled and coiled a lock of black hair around her finger and let it go so it looked like a ringlet. -d Alex Vipond: "Well why don't you? Not necessarily get laid but you know, find a guy to hang with and do stuff. Go the movies and to dinner and stuff."
DezzyGotDizzy: "Yeah security is important. Especially in a place like Brazil. " She looked at him like he farted a rainbow or something and scoffed. " Really? Who's gunna want me for a girlfriend Alex? I’m not a super model like Megs.. and I’m not a loose slut like most of the women in this city.. so yeah.. good luck finding that kind of relationship for me.. " Smirks at him and shakes her head. –d
Alex Vipond: "Have you looked at you in a mirror?" One brow rose as he regarded her. "Ditch the blades, and quit scaring the piss out of them and they'll flock to you like bees to nectar."
DezzyGotDizzy: " Ha! You're funny Alex.. what would I do with a man anyway.. after a few decades he'll die.. and Ill just have to watch it happen.." The ' again' was not said..but you could see it in her eyes when she looked away and scooped a handful of the nuts out of the bowl and popped them into her mouth. " Its better I just.. don't think about it for now. You know I still have 100 years to make up for.. A courtier is the last thing I need. " She winked at him and looked at Teddy. " You wouldn’t want a girl like me would'ya? "-d
NightotheAngel: It was another late night for the young fifteen year old. Kalypso was wearing a pair of jeans with a t shirt and pull over with sneakers. And an umbrella. She finally just threw her hair up in a high pony tail. Before moving into the bar. Smiles as she softly looks at Teddy with a nod. Along with Dez and Alex giving them a nod and a wave. Before relaxing in the chair.::
DezzyGotDizzy: " Kallllyyyyyyyyy come out to plaaaayyyy " Ala the ol' Warriors book/movie. –d
Alex Vipond: Teddy just stared at her like she'd grown another head. Or ... breast. He stammered a bit and said something about having to replace a keg and headed off for the back. And then Dezzy was bailing and Kaly was on her way in. "Well you know how to clear a room." He chuckled as he looked at her.
NightotheAngel: "what can I say its a gift.":: Smiles as she looks to Dezzy.::"Hey Dez, Play I don’t know. Last I checked not to many people around my age and most do what Teddy did or act like my warden."::
Alex Vipond: "Teddy is entirely too shy for his own good and tends to trip over his feet, but once he gets his sea legs under him, look out..." He paused and looked back at Kaly, bottle lifted midway from bar to lips. "Well, not you. He goes near you, he won't have to worry about his legs."
NightotheAngel: "Alex stop. Don’t worry with the wall of protection that comes with me. I doubt any male could get by.":: Softly smiles as she sips her drink and watches as Dezzy leaves for the night.::
Alex Vipond: "It's all out of love, you know." He nodded. "We wouldn't get twitchy if we didn't care."
NightotheAngel: "Twitchy at least people have a chance. Everyone is down right fire now and ask questions later. I cant even be nice to a lion without Rj thinking he is going to get in my pants.":: Softly sighs and shakes her head.::
Alex Vipond: "Well RJ has issues above and beyond. Cut him a little slack, he's going through a rough time. It's not easy for those of us who weren't born as we are, or who have come into it recently with no prior knowledge."
NightotheAngel: "Its just difficult sometimes. When everyone around you is much older and paired off. And I’m kind of left to my own devices. Then the one person that looks my age turns out to be a 2000 year old vampire. Then people are asking why I’m not in school. It was nice to not always be reminded that I’m 15 at the drop of a hat."::
Alex Vipond: "You should be enjoying fifteen. It will be gone before you know it. At fifteen I was at court, playing music, and ... Well, I had it easy, but my cousin did not. The younger, not Phillip, his son, Louis. He had a very large responsibility placed on him at a young age. He was to be king upon his father's death. He had to behave just so, and learn affairs of state."
NightotheAngel: "Would be a whole lot easier if people didnt jump on a guy for being polite and saying high. Surprised that Rj hasnt eye balled Teddy."::Smirks and laughs.::"Well times are different and I was not born of royalty."::
Alex Vipond: "Yes, which is why you are not married and having babies." He nodded. "Societal norms change. You haven't had much of a childhood. Enjoy it. Let Mars worry about RJ. He'll get him straightened out."
NightotheAngel: She nodded as she listened to Alex talk. She knew he had a point. ::"Hopefully now that he has started to be one with his animal self he will calm down a bit.":: Draining the glass of gingerale.::
Alex Vipond: "It's a start. Fighting it is no way to control it. You can rail and deny all you want, but in the end you still wake up in a haze, soaked in blood and feeling like you were hit by a ox cart." H looked at her and shook his head. "Long, ... not so interesting story. Point being until you own up to it, embrace it, and thereby learn to control it, it is going to control you."
NightotheAngel: "Yeah but first he needs to realize he is not a monster. Hopefully JJ can help him see that.":: Sighs as she gets up and goes behind the bar and fixes her own drink. Since she knew Teddy was busy with work.::
Alex Vipond: "It's a process. It won't happen over night. Right now, he likely feels alone and lost, like no one could know what he's going through. And in a way, he's right, no one is going to know exactly what he's going through, has been through. But there are plenty who have been through similar issues."
NightotheAngel: "Mars and the guys will help him through it. Last thing he wants is some kid telling him anything.":: Sighs as she moved to sit down on the bar top. Biting her lip a bit as she looked to Alex.::
Alex Vipond: He regarded her a long moment, then nudged her with his arm. "Spill it. Otherwise it will just fester and rot." He smirked. "Fester, fester, fester, rot, rot, rot...." Obscure Meg Ryan Movie quote....
NightotheAngel: She smirks::"I Guess you would know all about festering and rotting.":: Playfully teases him.::"Nothing. Just thinking. How Lucky RJ is. I had to learn control with lab coats around so they wouldn’t kill me for killing one of them. you got one warning of electric shock after that. They killed you if you didn't learn control."::
Alex Vipond: "Not exactly a nurturing environment. But you know what they say about that which doesn't kill you...."
NightotheAngel: "Yeah makes you stronger. I know that all to well.":: Softly smirks as she looks to him. Not really sure what to say.::
Alex Vipond: "So, put the bad shit behind you. Can't change it, there's no point in worrying about it. Move forward. Play. Have fun. Do kid things. Hang out at the mall with the friends you'll make at school."
NightotheAngel: "First I have to get into school to make friends. And figure out this whole teenage thing. What if I don’t fit in? What if I cant adjust to being a teenager?"::
Alex Vipond: "You know what?? It's okay if you don't fit the mold. Not everyone does. In fact some of the greatest innovators of our time didn't fit the mold. You think Bill Gates was all that popular in school? Look at him now. As for adjusting, you will. Like everything, it takes time. And as for school... You'll probably be there next week."
NightotheAngel: "and how am I going to explain missing days of the full moon? Oh boy. that’s going to be the tricky part.":: Softly smiles and nods::"Whose Bill gates? Doesn’t matter I can look him up later.”
Alex Vipond: "Key word, Day. You shouldn't miss any school, barring incident." He tipped up the bottle and drank down the rest of the contents, then slid the bottle over to the other side of the counter as his other hand slid into his pocket, pulling out his gum. He offered her a piece.
NightotheAngel: "True. Around here its easy but around others my own age? Its easy to piss off.":: Shaking her head and refusing.::"No, thanks."::
Alex Vipond: He shrugged and pulled a piece, folding it between his teeth and chewing before rolling it to the other side of his mouth. "So any idea on the classes you want to take?"
NightotheAngel: "No, probably be given some tests for school. I don’t know.":: Smiles and laughs.:: NightotheAngel: "Being in a classroom and school environment is going to be weird enough."::
Alex Vipond: "Yeah. It will. But then, it's high school." He shrugged. It's supposed to be weird."
NightotheAngel: "yeah but I never have been in a classroom setting. Only watched it on TV.":: Smiles and smirks.::
Alex Vipond: "Well, just don't live your school life as Welcome Back Kotter and I think you'll do fine."
NightotheAngel: "huh? I don’t think I have seen that. And from the sounds of it I didn’t miss much.":: She smiles and laughs as she watches Alex's reaction. She softly sighs as she stretches.::
Alex Vipond: "You need a ride home? It's almost midnight." He wasn't comfortable, wolf or no, letting her walk home this time of night. Not when there was some sick son of a bitch playing vamp wanna be out there on young girls.
NightotheAngel: "I will be alright it will be fine. Trust me. Besides noones going to catch me with the way I take home. I travel over everyone’s head.":: Smiles and laughs as she slides off the bar.::
Alex Vipond: "You know, you make it really hard for a guy to feel useful." He chuckled. "I don't want my sister out there at this hour, alone. And she's got almost seven hundred years on you."
NightotheAngel: "If someone was going to come after me they would have done it by now. What do you mean?":: Raising a brow as she looked to him and tilted her head.::"How do I make it hard? Because I’m not one of those doting girls that are all impressed with your handsome looks? Still getting used to other people looking after me. I kind of have gotten used to looking after myself."::
Alex Vipond: "And I understand that but there are things out there that you can't defend yourself against. Things that don't necessarily travel at street level. Things that would find you a right tasty snack."
NightotheAngel: "Yeah I think the last thing that thought I was a tasty snack choose your sister. ":: Laughing a bit as she looked to him. Raising a brow as she continued to laugh.::
Alex Vipond: "He wanted into your pants. Among other things, but.... There are some, Kaly, who would rip your head off and sip from you as if sitting on the porch sucking down a mojito. And they can and would be on you before you had a chance to say fuck off."
NightotheAngel: "So, what you want to stick me in a cab with barely any protection. Except a driver and run a bigger risk of me getting caught? I can move faster then a cab.":: Raising a brow.::
Alex Vipond: "Actually no, I was thinking more along the lines of my car. And you haven't seen Seattle cab drivers when properly motivated."
NightotheAngel: "You mean when you have rolled them to do your bidding.":: Smirks as she teased a bit as she knew that was her greatest fear.::"Okay fine. You win. just so when you tell Mars he doesnt have a hissy fit too."::
Alex Vipond: "No, I mean when I flash a fifty dollar tip at them. I really don't like manipulating people." He nodded and headed for the door, keys pulled as he went and calling over his shoulder. "Teddy, we're out!"
NightotheAngel: She smiles::"Oh. Well I guess I will see you tomorrow then.":: Heading to his car as she figured it gave him piece of mind as well.::
Alex Vipond: Short walk, two blocks to the garage he parked the murdered out Benz in, and then he was unlocking the car and pulling the door open for her. "Buckle up." Once she was in and settled, he moved around to his side and slid in.
NightotheAngel: "Why am I not surprised that you are my personal escort. Don’t you have a wife to tend too?":: Smiles as she Raises a brow in that all knowing way of hers.::
Alex Vipond: Buckling up, he looked over at her as he turned the engine over. "She will be tended to when I get home, after dropping you off." He smiled and backed out of the space. Rolling from the garage, he pointed the car toward Mars' place. "There are worse things than accepting kindness from friends."
NightotheAngel: She buckles up as she shook her head a bit. Not sure what to say. At least she couldn’t hear them like she heard Mars and Sasha sometimes. ::
Alex Vipond: "Yeah well, maybe they need some soundproofing...." He paused and let out a breath, then glanced at her. "Sorry." Sheepish smile was given. And then he turned into Mars neighborhood.
NightotheAngel: "What reading my thoughts now? Can you read what I’m thinking now? Ass.":: Smirks as she tries to keep a straight face as if mad at him.::
Alex Vipond: "It was an accident!" He chuckled, and turned up Mars' street. "There are times when I think Meghan and I annoy the fuck out of people, simply because we can communicate with a look. It's better than mind reading, it's ... interactive."
NightotheAngel: She laughs and shakes her head. Not really sure what to say to that. Softly sighs as she was getting tired and it was showing through. No matter how she tried to hide it.::
Alex Vipond: Fortunately they were pulling up out front of Mars' place. "And there you go. And not a dime on the meter." He chuckled, and put the car into park.
NightotheAngel: "Thanks Alex.":: Yawning as she spoke. She unbuckled her belt as she opened the door.:: "Don't want to keep you too long from the misses. ":: Smiles as she heads to the door.::
Alex Vipond: Laughing, he watched her until she was inside. Once she was safe and sound, and only then, would he pull away and head home to the wife he needed to tend to.
NightotheAngel: She smiles as she waves as she heads inside and to her room. It wouldn’t be long before the light was on for a few then quickly off as she crashed into bed.::
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 8, 2013 19:28:10 GMT -8
JamesonOConnell: Rather than ride bitch or freeze shit off, the Impala was taken out for a spin. Granted, they may be risking another display of voodoo shit but at least the music was live, well done, and frequent. With the agreement that if shit goes down again they leave the Impala pulled into the lot. Once he was out of the vehicle Jamie lit up a smoke and waited at the front panel while sweeping the lot to make note of the other cars and such there. He not only looked much better, relaxed, but felt it. More like himself. Probably for the first time in almost a year. Rather than the grubs, tonight he chose a nice pair of dark jeans with his boots, a Mushroomhead tee and the leather jacket he rarely wore. He even wore his damn watch. *
Taran McLean: Taran was looking a damn sight better as well, or at leas that's what his mum said as she all but threw the off the Dream. It didn't take much for the McLean to take advantage of a few free hours with Jamie. The driver's door opened to spit him out in one smooth motion. Black jeans, black tee shirt and the brown leather jacket, he is nothing if not consistent. A beep sounded to let the world know there was a security system on board the '67. Instead of moving to the other side of the car where Jamie stood, he turned his head up then bent his neck further back as he put a quick recon on the bird's eye view. As much as all this was habit, given the last year or so, it's also a necessity. Whenever Jamie got close is when he's speak, "One sign of portals, levitating shit or lasers blasting out of eyes and we're outta here, deal?"
JamesonOConnell: He moved only when he was finished. With a grind of his boot over the dropped half-smoke, he nodded with a glance toward the building itself. "Deal." Hazels shifted toward Taran, a smirk started up after. One that grew into a grin. For no reason spoken the chuckling started. "C'mon.Need a damn drink." There was a quick, easy and small body check before he slipped past and prowled for the door. Grin still in place. Once there, it was opened and with a mock-flourish, "after you." He is being quite a smart ass tonight. Again, much like his old self. *
Taran McLean: Taran grinned at the look given him, that smirk. That's the Jamie he knows, not the sullen guy he found here days ago. That body check was returned though he put his arm out to catch Jamie's side before he'd pass him. Let's just say if he hadn't Jamie might have wound up on his ass from the check. The tone of his voice tipped Taran off to Jamie's mood, though a quick glance at the man could often suffice for the same. Snapping his teeth, he moved partway inside with a murmur he would make loud enough just for Jamie to hear, "Beauty before age this time, huh?"
Alex Vipond: He wouldn't see Alex's car in the lot. Mostly because Alex parked in a parking garage two blocks away and went the subterranean route into the basement of the place. Seattle's lack of sunlight or no, it was habit to avoid it and he really didn’t like the ‘yes I've bathed in acid' feel that got worse the longer he was exposed. He'd been in his private, rented space most of the afternoon and was, just now, coming up for the proverbial breath of air. Coming down the hall as the pair made their way in, he paused in step, regarding them for a long moment, a slight smirk given at the banter between the two. Time to suck it up and ask them to forget what they saw the other night. He could make them forget, but really hated doing that to people. Suffice to say, Alex was odd for his breed.
JamesonOConnell: Yeah, at least violence could be done outside of the Studio? The snap of teeth just had his grin widen. "This time, 'wanker." His chuckling continued even after he followed and let the door close behind him. Both of his shoulders gave a roll before his jacket was unzipped. The glance over toward the hall had him spy Alex, the upnod was very slight and to get Taran's attention. "Hey." He gave that over to Alex while he glanced toward the bar- there or a booth? *
Taran McLean: The sight of Alex got an upnod from Taran as well. Instinctively, he put a hand to the small of Jamie's back and steered him toward the booths, "I think we've earned an hour or two of privacy today." After the day long Laddie-fest the did both need a break. "Your choice, babe." This was all said simply enough as if it was a term used for eons rather than about a week. "Lead the way. Age before beauty this time." *
Alex Vipond: "Hey." The upnod was returned, and Alex moved toward them; a motion given to Teddy to indicate their tab was on him. Stopping near the booth they chose, he looked from one to the other. "About the other night... If you guys could forget it ever happened, I'd be fucking ecstatic."
JamesonOConnell: Laddie was a pisser. Steered, he waited until the booth was chosen before peeling off the leather jacket to toss onto one seat. The tee had long sleeves which were shoved up towards his elbows, but the motion to sit stopped so he could flick Taran's jaw for that. He heard footsteps.. His head turned and Alex was spotted nearing their position, something that had him turn to face the owner. Hazels leveled on him, and the request had a brow arch slightly. A glance went to Taran again before he looked back to Alex. "Wasn't our business. Not our business. As long as we aren't involved, nothing happened." Accent-gone. Talk about confusing people? *
Logan Devereaux: It'd been quittn’ time and Logan had made it back to his hotel room for a shower and a fresh change of clothes. Not to mention, to check on his mutt and let him out for awhile to do his business. Once he'd finished, he took him back in, fed and watered him and then he was leaving to head to a nearby watering hole of sorts. The big blue beast of a truck came to a slow stop. It was thrown into park and shut off before the keys were pulled free as he opened his door and climbed out. Keys pocketed and one the truck was secured, he was heading inside. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Appreciate it." He nodded. "Your bill's on me tonight" He took a step back and turned, heading for the bar and that waiting bottle of special reserve waiting for him.
Taran McLean: The glance his way brought him up short and he was suddenly standing, one hip in front of Jamie. He nodded to Alex, fully remembering what they saw. "Well, that was interesting, huh?" Moving aside, his fingers curled Jamie's nearest hip in a mix of possessiveness and guiding. "In with ye then, m'wantin' a pint." It would seem he found the other Scot's lost brogue in the five seconds it had been lost. Blues watched Alex move away and hey, he can spot a predator from ten miles away, that guy is definitely one.
JamesonOConnell: "Very." His eyes lowered to the back of Taran's shoulder-that was definitely something he will either have to get used to, or get used to. The grip just had the smirk come back. "A'igh', y'demandin' sot." There it is. His chuckle sounded out while he slid in, dropped and sprawled. Literally. A leg lifted to drop a boot onto the other seat opposite where they were and with a tip of his head back to the cushion behind him lazy lidded eyes scanned the room before they rounded onto Taran again. "Jus' a pint?" He can be in for more than that. He will be. *
Logan Devereaux: Once he entered, there was a roll of shoulders and a tug of jacket to let himself relax. Gaze turned to the bar after looking to the stage and then to the bar. He started to make his way toward it when he spotted Alex. Two others were settled in a booth and as he made his way to the bar, passed them by, and gave each a nod of acknowledgment before moving along. Once he reached the bar, he slipped up onto a stool and leaned into it with his side a bit. Arm braced on the bar top. He gave Teddy a nod before requesting a beer. Miller Lite, per usual. [d]
Taran McLean: Taran sat beside Jamie rather than across from him; this left them without the usual advantage of seeing what was coming from both exits. His hand fell to Jamie's knee, fingers catching his for a tangle and squeeze. He wasn't hiding the show of affection by any means, it's just where the sprawler's hand was at the time. As usual, his head swiveled and he made it look as though he was reacquainting himself with the decor and set up of the place. He managed to keep his voice low, bartone barely carrying (don't think for a minute he doesn't suspect Alex can hear them) "I'm going easy when I'm going to be driving. Laddie's lost enough. Maybe one night we'll hole up in a hotel room and get stupid drunk together. If I'm driving, I'm sober." It was the very least he could do for his son after losing his mother in his mind.
Alex Vipond: Alex was all about the music. His past was distant, and where as yes, he didn't take shit from anyone; he didn't set out to find trouble. Sadly it just had a way of finding him, though his rift with his sister was on the mend. As Logan headed in, Alex gave the man a nod. "Hey, how's it going?" Alex leaned against the bar, the t-shirt and jeans that he'd been in all day would be the same when he and the band took the stage later. Call it a live rehearsal for the upcoming tour.
JamesonOConnell: Yup, the guy that passed was watched and given a nod in return before he was past the booth. The fingers that found his were squeezed in return. Hazels shifted back to Taran to meet blues, the grin gone and replaced by a small bit of a smile. His answer was a nod and another squeeze of his fingers around Taran's. "I'll go ge' th'pint, then? We'll plan on tha''otel room fer another nigh'." They used to get into so much shit trouble when they went and got stupid drunk. How many bars were they kicked out of? Too many. *
Logan Devereaux: "Not to bad actually. Been a decent enough day." He replied. "What about you man? You doing alright" he asked in turn. He leaned a little more heavily on the bar as Teddy passed off a beer to him. He told the young buck to start running a tab. "Looks like business is picking up? Few more folks in here since last time I came." he offered as he lifted the long neck and took a good long swallow. An audible sigh of contentment sounded and the beer was lowered back to the bar, but remained in his grip. [d]
Taran McLean: "You'll go get it? Means I have to get up again. Why didn't you think about that before I sat down, wanker?" The banter would not change between them though the swift pinch to the inside of Jamie's thigh was definitely something new. His eyes went to the new guy at the bar as he stood, a hand out for Jamie to take don't bite it fucker). He said, absently, "I think I know that guy. The one who just came in." Alex Vipond: "Yeah, actually, things are starting to fall into line." A nod of thanks was given Teddy as his bottle was set before him and he popped the top, taking a drink. "Usually does this time of year. Bands start touring and a lot of the nationals start hitting the stage." He nodded.
JamesonOConnell: "Maybe because this way I ge' t'see yer ass..." The grin was back, and that pinch had him jerk slightly with a very brief baring of teeth. When Taran stood his hazels narrowed slightly (Yes, he thought about biting it) but took it without incident. His ass peeled out of the booth and as he straightened the guy Taran mentioned so absently was given a study of hazels. This round, a 'work mode' kinda study. "Where from?" The words were murmured, quiet and low back to him. *
Logan Devereaux: "Well that’s cool. So looking for things to get hoppn' soon then, yeah?" Another glance around made, and he happen to meet the gaze of one of the guys from the booth he had passed on his way in. Brows pinched a moment as if maybe some sort of recognition had occurred, but wasn't quite sure. Now that he had a better look at him, he was thinking maybe they had met some time ago... he just couldn't quite place him where. "Yanno those two over there?" he asked, subtle nod given to the pair at the booth before he was taking another swallow of his Miller Lite. [d]
Taran McLean: Taran had been trained to remember faces by association. He might look a little like a computer, standing there letting the memories lead him down the yellow fucking brick road. His mind switched gears to Hunter, and Duncan, then Tylia and the rest of the bunch back at the Pub. Turning slightly, (it might just seem a stolen moment between lovers), he slid his jaw along Jamie's with a slight smirk of his mouth as he spoke softly, "I'm thinking from the Pub. Isn't he one of the guys Hunter hired on at some point, after Dana showed and Youngblood hooked up with Iain?"
Alex Vipond: "They're new, been in and out a few times. Don't know much about them." Alex slid his gaze over to them. Yes he heard what was being said, despite the fact that there was a band on stage, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let that cat out of the bag.
JamesonOConnell: His attention was taken from the guy only when Taran turned, and even though he enjoyed that slide he still kept an eye on the bar while it went on. When the wee little light bulb decided to get past 40 Watt and into 80, his smirk returned. His head turned toward Taran's with a chuckle, "I thin' yer righ'. Though' 'is face was familiar. Le's go say hi." The smirk grew into a crooked grin, then. *
Logan Devereaux: Logan tried to think back on how he might know the guy. He was close to remembering. Give him a few more minutes and it'll hit him. He looked to Alex then and nodded. Then.. yeah... it came to him. The Pub. Damn... how long ago had that been? Then he thought of Ty. Logan sighed inwardly. That had been a ... interesting friendship and relationship there. He'd fallen hard for her, and in the end... she left him for some other guy. She had supposedly needed space which he had given. And he even met the guy... thought well of him. Mostly. "Yeah, I think I know at least one of them." he said to Alex. [d]
Taran McLean: Taran nodded though taking the walk down memory lane is still raw and painful more often than not. The guy would probably ask about Hunter and Leona. No news can be good news and he hated being the harbinger to his family that night and to others after that. His arm went behind Jamie, palm to his lower back as he led him for the bar. In his mind, he may as well get it over with so they guy doesn't think they plan on jacking him up for the staring they've been doing. When they were close enough not to yell themselves hoarse over the band playing, he extended his right hand out to Logan, "Hey, so... instead of keeping on staring at you like some depraved creeper, we thought we'd come over. I'm Taran McLean. I think we met back at my cousin's Pub?"
Twisted Guilt: One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain. A new place a new beginning! At least that is what Rufus told himself....actually Rufus told himself lots of things. The man was confident in his ability to walk without the use of a cane or a seeing eye dog, relying on an unexplained inherited ability. Sound waves were amazing things and if one could manipulate them they proved to be even more wonderful. Rufus was like a walking sonar and used his hidden talent to get around. Before he even opened the door he could hear the live music playing inside. Walking slowly and silently counting each step the blind man set foot in the establishment. Those vacant hues were rather off putting and the milky white irises eerie to look at. He made his way up to the bar those ever moving digits finding the oak surface's edge. A beer sounded nice he had to admit. <d>
Alex Vipond: Alex's gaze slid to the man who entered and he watched him traverse the room. Despite the crowd, he seemed to have no issue getting around. A fact Alex found interesting, though he knew well that some senses tended to become more advanced when one was eliminated. Alex checked his watch as the band playing wrapped. They were over time, which cut into their set up, but it wasn't like they hadn't run a little behind before. "Catch you in a bit, man." He nodded to Logan, then to Taran and killed the contents of his bottle which he then slid back to Teddy who was seeing to the new guy at the bar.
JamesonOConnell: The staring can make people uncomfortable. He followed Taran's lead and the hand at his back and offered up another smirk to Alex when they neared. While Taran greeted the guy, he gave a lean to order up the pint and glass of … wait for it...Jamie. When he was finished he straightened to catch the other guy coming in. Yes, he tracked that one in silence for a moment until the bar was reached and his attention shifted back to their present company. He won't introduce himself just yet. *
Logan Devereaux: Logan looked to Alex when the man spoke next and just when he was about to say something, the pair from the booth came up and approached him. When Taran spoke, light bulb went off. McLean. He was kin to Hunter and the gang. "Damn... how's it going man? Long time no see." Hand was accepted and given a firm but friendly shake after his beer was shifted from right hand to left. He gave a glance to Taran's friend and a nod. He figured intros would soon follow, once he and Taran had a moment to catch up. Of course, Alex was finally given a nod of go ahead before he was turning attention back to the others. Though... gaze did drift to the new comer... and when the man reached the bar, Logan shifted a bit to give the man some room. Just in case. Obviously... something wasn't quite right but Logan hadn't noticed the eerie eyes. Yet. [d]
Sloane Matheson: There had been the debate on whether or not she should have changed but when your main intent is just to go out and grab a drink and maybe listen to some music, does it really require heels or something? Not in her world. She had at least managed to skim her fingers through her hair in the car out in the parking lot, but anything more than that was just not going to happen. No lipstick, no mascara, no make-up period, and the clothes weren't exactly screaming come hither, so she was a-okay in that regard too. Door opened and got her entry when it was stepped through, but from that point she had to stop, and shoved her hands in her pockets while she tried to not look like she'd never been there before. It wasn't working, but she could pretend like hell it was in her head, right? –
Taran McLean: The handshake was heartfelt and lasted what should be considered an appropriate amount of time. He nodded once or twice to Logan's declaration about it being a long time. Hell, being at the Pub as he had been seemed like an entirely different life. "It's going, never does stop, right? I'm going to apologize outright for not remembering your name. I wasn't always around like the rest of the clan." He pitched in when they needed a tender on the bar, or when Hunter was off taking care of other "errands". "You still keep in touch back there? " As Jamie finished ordering the pint, Taran having caught the newcomer out of the corner of his eye as well, he brought him in closer, "This is Jamie. Hopefully he doesn't smarten up and take off before I can make him a McLean too." Thisl his very polite way of saying no one needs to know the man's last name. * Twisted Guilt: Four people . Everyone's voice resonated loudly in his head. It was sort of like having your own personal FM radio hanging out your brain. Clear as day despite the heavy rumbling of the band behind him. Smile like you mean it. A smile graced his lips and he took a moment to look in the various directions of each person speaking. It wasn't to be creepy but just a chance to acknowledge the surrounding company. When Logan shifted slightly to the right to allow him more space a chuckle escaped. " Don't worry I'll suck it in..."A hand fell against his stomach in a joking manner, deep breath taken to accompany the jest. When Teddy came by to take his order Rufus almost forgot what he wanted to drink. " Sam Adams if you got it...." The door opened and Rufus turned slightly in the direction. Milky hues were slightly crossed behind the thin veil of lashes but that grin could redirect anyone’s attention. Or so he'd like to think. <d>
Alex Vipond: Alex headed for the back, the crew in a flurry of activity, as the previous band cleared out and they readied to take the stage. With just moments to spare, the band stepped out and started on the intro of the first song. When Alex stepped out and to the mic it was right on cue.
JamesonOConnell: He went with the urge, almost stepping cloesr to Taran with a widening grin forming. "Evenin'." He wasn't offering his last name, either. The slight shift had the back of his shoulder touch the edge of Taran's arm as he kept an eye on the room as well, giving a quick watch of the woman that entered and Alex taking off for the stage. "Nice t'meetchya." Whatever the guy's name was- Jamie never got it. *
Logan Devereaux: Once hands were released, hi right hand was shoved into his front pocket a moment. "Oh.. right. Logan. Logan Devereaux. And naw... never stops." Swallow of beer was had then. "Keeo in touch? No. Sadly. I been meaning to make it back there, but just haven't gotten around to it. Eh... kinda hard to really after Ty and I split. I been meaning to call Hunter, but I lost his number." he replied. When Jamie was introduced, Logan offered his hand to the man, just as he had to Taran. If and when taken, nod, followed. "Nice to meet'cha Jamie." If not? Logan wasn't offended and he took back to his lean. When the other guy opposite of Taran and company, spoke, Logan glanced and smirked. "Hey Teddy, put this man's beer on my tab will ya?" Logan grinned. Sounded like a decent guy. One who could roll with the punches as they say. Though... current company would have to forgive him as he stared at the next entry. The hell? Nah... couldn't be her... or could it? Glance to Taran and then back to the female. Given the dim lighting and the distance? He swore it was Tylia. Forgive his staring. [d]
Sloane Matheson: - So she'd been standing there near the door long enough it was more than obvious she was clueless about the place. So much for being smooth. A few steps forward and she heard a sound, then another one and clinking bottles, or maybe it was just wishful thinking had her twisting at the waist and heading right towards the long thing that she was hoping was a bar and not just a mirage in the unknown sea of Studio Seven. Once she was able to get close enough to and end without bodies piled near it and could touch the wooden surface she was a little more at ease. No mirage, and there was the hope of a beer very nearly in her future. Reaching up to tuck a few whisps of hair behind her ear she caught the sound of the band starting up and turned to see the singer step up and grab the mic for his intro at just the right time. How practiced was that, huh? If she had spidey senses they'd have been tingling, but as it was, a person just sort of knew when they were being stared at. So, glance to the others at the bar, and she caught sight of the sightless one first, no harm intended, and while he could see a nod, he could sure hear a .. "Good music, yeah?" And then there was the one staring. No he got a nod, because staring was creepy until you knew someone better. –
Taran McLean: His arm slid around Jamie's back, pulling him close into his side. Though this is their first outing in public since a lot of things went down, he wasn’t going to take forever to find their comfort level. He wants the man close, close he would be. "Hunter's not there right now but I'll let him know you were gonna call if I hear from...." He turned without trying to hide the fact that Logan drew his attention behind him. Trying to figure out what or who he was staring at and coming up empty (except for the hot chick without makeup who walked in). Looking back to Logan a shoulder rose and fell as he leaned in just a wee bit. He'd take Jamie along for the ride and speak in conspirital tones right by the blind guy who had not escaped his notice by a long shot. "She's hot, know her?" *
Twisted Guilt: Free beer? Yeah he was already liking this town. " Thank you...."Rufus extended a calloused hand toward Logan. Gotta offer a name after a gesture like that. He couldn't just drink and dash. " Rufus..."Introductions were always fun. Rufus turned after the hand shake was completed to focus his sights on Sloane. " Very! You know what they say about good music doncha?" That smile had yet to fade from his features. " Good company. Though I suppose I should have given you a second to answer." His hand was then offered toward the woman. Although he could not see her face, Rufus made an attempt at mock eye contact. " Rufus..." <d>
Alex Vipond: As they wrapped the song, Alex took a moment to address the crowd, gum rolled from one side of his mouth to the other. "I'm going to take a moment to introduce the band. We've got Arms on guitar... Joey on bass, and Danny on drums. As some of you may know, we're going on tour next month, and we've got an album coming out, hope you check it out." Yes, shameless plug there before they counted off into the next song.
JamesonOConnell: Jamie took Logan's hand with a firm grip and shook it before it was given back. See- he can have manners. He caught the glance Logan made toward Taran, he gave one as well. Did he understand that? When Taran slid his arm around him he leaned into his side and went with the twist to eye the woman again. Hot, yes. All in all, he was being quiet. Too quiet. It just meant mischief was on the way. *
Logan Devereaux: There was a shake of his head, as if suddenly coming to and realized he was likely coming off as some... creeper. He gave a smile, albiet apologetic even and turned his attention back to Taran and Jamie. "Sorry, she just looked damn familiar." he offered. When the other fella spoke, Logan half turned so he could now keep all three men within his sights and be able to look to them each when in conversation. To Rufus. Hand was accepted. "Logan." he gave in return. Once hands were released, he was taking another long drink of his beer. Even finished this one off before signaling to Teddy to pass on another in exchange for the empty bottle. Fresh beer in hand, he was quickly taking another drink. Gaze then turned back to Sloane as Rufus addressed her. Like every other hot blooded male in here, yeah, Logan had noticed. Hell, she looked like his ex for Gods sake. And had the woman any idea, that was a hell of a compliment. Sorta. In a wierd way? But yeah... the lady was definitelt easy on the eyes. Logan made it appoint to not stare again. And he was looking toward the stage where Alex was performing. [d]
Sloane Matheson: - A bit out of sorts with the passing looks, but that was what happened when you hung out with more guys at a station house than you did other women. You got used to it from the men you worked with and didn't really expect it when you went out on your own. The smile that Rufus had was infectious, and when he offered up the bit of riddle, only to answer it before she could even try her hand at it, that made her laugh. Tip down of her head, and then an angle back up to look at him she had to move closer, which put her in closer distance to the other three men as well when she went to reach and take Rufus' hand. "Since I don't know anyone here, guess that means you'll have to be my good company?" She leaned a bit to say toward Rufus over the music, and then she was looking around after releasing his hand to give a nod and a smile to the other three men. A bit of a forgetful moment, she glanced back to Rufus, and while he was trying for eye contact, Sloane didn't seen bothered by the milky white of his own eyes as she looked at him. "I'm Sloane." She tried to position herself so she wasn't too close to anyone else in the space, but was bound to be giving someone a hip side angle, or more frontal than was proper on a first date. Thankfully her HMC Station tee, and her standard denim jeans with the Docs on her feet kept her from being a 'flasher' per se. - Twisted Guilt: Beauty. He could hear it in her voice. Actually he could hear it in a few people's heart beats. Funny how something as simple as a familiar face could trigger the frantic beating of that powerful organ. But that was the amazing thing about memories. " I'd say I am decent company...." Rufus raised his hand a bit and moved it side to side. More or less. " And from what I've gathered Logan over here is decent company as well. Bought me a beer without knowin': my name." Self conscious of those unsettling irises' Rufus forced himself to look directly at the person when speaking to them. Hell sometimes by just believing the illusion was enough to boost ones confidence. Out of habit the Pianist moved his fingers across the bar's surface, tapping out a rhythm that matched Alex's music on stage. " I'm new here as well. Just blew in from Chicago." Get it? Windy city? Well Rufus thought he was funny. <d>
Alex Vipond: Alex played the crowd, moving to the edge of the stage, reaching out to the crowd, drawing them in. When the song ended, and the moved into the next one, he slipped the mic back into the stand as the intro was played, head bowing, eyes closing, and he started to sing. As the song picked up, he started moving about again, bouncing on his feet, moving to the edge of the stage, and making sure he worked the room in full.
Sloane Matheson: The music caught her attention as the band was shifting from one song to the next, and the crowd that was gathered in front of the place was downright pop-icon spastic. When she heard Rufus talking again, she followed him to look- see over at Logan. Oh, the creepy one who had been staring at her had a name. That at least upped the scale now in her favor. She gave him a nod, and a smile before looking back in time to see the piano playing along the bar's surface by her 'decent' companion. "Well, guess that means both of you together are one good company.." And as he told her where he was from, with the added in joke, she laughed again. "Are you always this witty? Or am I just getting special treatment for some reason?" She leaned in a bit more to watch the way he played the bar, then listened with a tilt of her head toward the band again. "You should ask to play with them, because while I'm nowhere near that good, it looks like you might be.." - Twisted Guilt: Laughter struck the back of his throat and filtered out of his mouth with forceful expulsion from his lungs. Rufus had a tendency to move his fingers when speaking to other people. He couldn't help it there was always a constant rhythm going on in his head. And the world around him produced such lovely sounds. " Damn straight..." Rufus stopped his invisible piano playing to run those digits through his hair. His lips pulled back slightly to form a smirk. " You just caught me on a good day." The man turned his body slightly so that he could look in the direction of the stage. " I am not sure a classically trained pianist would fit in the band. I hear Mozart isn't hip with the kids these days...." <d> Alex Vipond: As they shifted into the next song, Alex lifted one arm into the air and started waving it back and forth to get the crowd waving as well. Alex poured himself into his music. It could be seen on his face, in his movements, and the power behind his voice. JamesonOConnell: With the murmur he had gotten from Taran, Jamie leaned in while watching the group to listen. What was said caused him to glance aside to the man before straightening again. "Sorry, we be needin' tae ge' goin'. Logan, was nice t'mee' ye. I'm sure we'll be seein' y'aroun' again." He slanted a grin to the man as Taran gave his adios as well. The jackets over at the booth (Jamie's anyway) got lifted and slid on before they made their way to the door. Jamie lifted a hand in the direction of the stage to give his parting wave to Alex on stage- next time, man. With that, the two were going to head to the Impala and out. Something needs to be taken care of, and not here. *
Logan Devereaux: Logan gave a nod to both Taran and Jamie as it seemed the pair needed to move off and get going. "Was good to see ya again man." He called to Taran. "And likewise Jamie. Ya'll take it easy, yeah?" Up nod given as they parted ways and headed out. Logan turned to Rufus then and... the eye catching woman. There was only one way about that and it was simple. She was in fact... a looker. Even without all the make up or fancy clothes or whatever. Logan had always had a thing for the sort that was a lil rough around the edges. Its just one of many things that had drawn him to Ty. When Rufus spoke, Logan gave a shrug of broad shoulders. "Don't think anything of it man. It’s just how we do things back where I come from." he said as he flashed the man a smile. Even if he couldn't see it. As for those eyes? It was a lil odd, but not creepy. It in a way, made Logan's eyes kind of hurt a little cause he could just imagine trying to see something you couldn't. He gave a boyish grin then to Sloane when she seem to look to him again. Course, Logan was trying to play it off and took a drink of his beer. [d]
Sloane Matheson: - She gave him a shake of her head. "Classical is so possible to be in a band. Just have to blend it in with their own sound the right way. I'm sure I've heard some on the radio like that even." She gave Rufus that positive spin on his negative comment, before realizing she hadn't ordered anything to drink for herself. A tip up on her toes and then a lean into the bar so she could try and wave down the bartender for.." Whatever you have on tap, please." A glance again toward the stage and the arm waving of the lead singer and the mimicking of the crowd had her grinning, which carried right on over to that boyish grin Logan was aiming in her direction. She looked over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't giving it to someone else, and then looked right back at him. "Hey there." She stuck out her hand to him. "I'm Sloane. You're Logan, right?" She blamed Rufus on giving his name to her. And speaking ofRufus seemed he was heading off somewhere, and she wasn't the kind of just meet you kind of woman to butt in and ask him where he was headed. –
Twisted Guilt: Rufus excused himself to answer his phone.
Alex Vipond: The band rolled, one onto the next, and just kept going. Alex was riding the wave of energy from the crowd, and giving as good as he got.
Logan Devereaux: "Yes mam." he replied. He offered his right hand out to her after watching Rufus move off. "Logan Devereaux." he added. "And its nice to meet'cha Sloane." Yes, that boyish grin had been directed at her, believe it or not. Normally, Logan wasn't the sort that got all... clammy hand and tripped over himself with a lady. And while he wasn't exactly doing that here with Sloane, he still felt bad about his staring. "Listen... I'm sorry about staring earlier. It’s just.... you look like someone I know." he paused a moment. "Knew." He hadn't seen Ty since he had left to go back home to Mississippi. He suppose she was off doing her own thing now and as long as she was happy, it’s all a guy like him could ask for. [d]
Sloane Matheson: "Ma'am?" She gave a shake of her head. "That would be my mother, or my Gran. No me. Just call me Sloane." She got that beer and took it up for a good swig. Now that hit the spot like no one's business. One hand still in her pocket she looked over toward the stage again where the band was playing. "You know them? The band I mean. They're really good." Now, she wasn't saying it like some mooney-eyed teenager, but even she couldn't miss the way the crowd was singing along, or hell, even how some of the women out there -were- doing the whole swoony kind of looks up at some of the band members. The apology wasn't missed, and she looked back toward Logan. "It's alright. I mean, it creeped me the hell out, but at least you didn't try to like club me over the head and haul me off to your car, so that's a good thing." –
Alex Vipond: After the intro, Alex started into the next song, a hint of gravel in his voice as he sang. He moved about; it was as if he couldn't be still if he tried, his body holding entirely too much energy not to be expressed. Alex Vipond: And not a single mind fuck was given! It was all about the music.
Logan Devereaux: "Sorry, just... minding my manners. Ole habits yanno." he replied with a soft smile. When she asked about the band, he looked from her toward the stage as he pulled a drink from his bottle. "Well, I know the singer. Sorta. Name's Alex." he answered. "And yeah, they are pretty good." he added. When he looked back to her and sort of snickered. "No... I wouldn't do nor would have done anything like that." He took another drink of his beer then. "Like Rufus, I'm new to the area. Been here a few weeks now." [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex music was consistent, and two themes rang through out a good portion of his songs. Love, and or the broken heart obviously, and faith. The next song was no exception, and Alex continued to whip the crowd into a fever as they rolled into We're Forgiven. And also, like most of his songs, it stemmed from personal experience.
Sloane Matheson: Love or a broken heart that was definitely the theme she was getting from the band and their constant roll through playlist. But then it was better than the booty-thumping, or whoring that some of the bands now played through and tried to call music. Logan assured her he wouldn't have tried to haul her off to his car or something, so she nodded. "I'd have hated to have to like... kill you or something. Bummer of a way to end a first meeting, yeah?" Could she have? Not hardly. Sloane wasn't the killer type. No special ops training, or para-military, or hell, she didn't even play those XBox 360 games like Call of Duty or whatever. "How do you like it here so far?" She wasn't new to the area, she just never went out. No, really. She never went out unless it was to the one bar most of the guys at the station house went to and dragged her along with them. –
Logan Devereaux: Logan leaned back against the bar and occasionally, looked between Alex on stage and Sloane at his side. Brows did arch though when she commented about having hated the idea of killing him or something. He smirked. It was a look of Yeah, right. I'd like to see you try it. He wasn't some push over. He stood at six foot four inches tall and weighed in at around two hundred and thirty pounds. Of course, he was sure she wasn't anything more than human. While he was aware of... others, being about, he could onl assume the basic since she hadn't really given him anything to think odd or... creepy."Its alright. It ain't home, but it works." he replied with a small genuine smile. He finished off his beer and turned to pay for his own drinks, as well as Rufus, and now... Sloane's. At least this one. He turned back to her and pulled a card free from his wallet. "If you ever need any work done.. like... handy work, give me a call. First job will be on me, for free. My way of trying to make up for my rude behavior earlier with the staring and all." If and when she accepted, he gave a nod. "It was nice to meet you Sloane." He hoped he'd get to see her again sometime, yanno, so she wouldn't think him a creeper. Make up for that first bad impression. Hopefully. Maybe. [d]
Alex Vipond: Reaching out to the crowd, Alex touched the outstretched hands, moving down along the edge of the stage, as he sang about repenting and forgiveness, or the lack there of. More to the point, how we tend to not forgive ourselves. As the song ended, they rolled into the next one.
Sloane Matheson: One guy wanders off to answer a phone, and now this one was tipping out with paying the tab and already wishing her a good night. She really should stick to the places she knows because apparently she was doing something wrong here and she swore she'd taken a shower earlier. "Mister Fix-It, really? I'll keep that in mind." She gave him a smile and then set her beer down to reach out and take his hand again. "Thanks for the beer, Logan, you didn't have to, and really. All's forgiven on the previous creep-out factor." She waited for the hand shake to end, then she'd snag back her drink again because she wasn't going to leave a half-finished beer around. After all, he did buy it for her, so that would just be rude. –
Logan Devereaux: Oh but no. She wasn't running him off. Wasn't nothing wrong with her, at all. Just he had to turn in before to late so he could get up for his early morning workout and then ready for work. Not to mention, taking Sam out for his morning walk. Otherwise, he'd stick around and chat her up. Probably bore her to death. "Yeah... " he gave a sort of modest smile. "It was my pleasure Sloane. Really." Once her had was released he gave a nod and then half turned to give Teddy a wave and then Alex before heading out. The big ole Chevy truck was turned over, after he had climbed in, and then he was pulling out of the parking lot to head back to his hotel room. [d] --- Alex Vipond: Alex gave a signal to the rest of the band as the song ended and they rolled into the last on the set list, the final song of the night, which started out with a nearly three minute intro.
Sloane Matheson: Logan was gone, and that left her leaning against the bar nursing the last half of that on-tap beer while she turned to look over to where the band was playing what looked to be their last song of the night. The crowd was awash in people calling out to them, hands up and rocker signs all over the air in front of the stage. Sloane gave a slow grin, because she'd seen places like this where the bands that played were just as popular as some of the bigger name venues that came in on occasion. They were good, she'd damn sure give them that, and if they had a CD or something she'd probably be a drok enough before she left to see if she could score one and rock out on the way back to her loft. –
Alex Vipond: Alex moved along the edge of the stage, working the crowd, and getting them into the act, before things slowed a bit and he moved back to the mic stand, settling the mic back into it.
Well I'd write you all a letter, To say my last goodbyes I just think it's time for me to go away The sun it seems to sink now Like my love into a grave This life is not yet over, it doesn't need to be saved But the chambers in my heart They echo all the same I'm a solitary man, that drives himself insane Well I'll come back And smile once again I'll try and try, until I die To make you understand My aim love, I'll make you understand
Sloane Matheson: - Beer in clutch, she was letting her eyes close as she stayed right there in the lean to the bar and listened. Yeah, she was definitely going to have to see if they had a CD or something. Or at least get the band's name and hunt for some bootlegs somewhere to burn to listen to in the car. –
DezzyGotDizzy: " Play that funky music white boy... play that funky music right! " Head phones on. Look Dez had an MP3 Player! Gasp! Anyway she walked through the front doors and hopped up on stage pulling off her jacket as Alex got all deep and whimsical. Waiting for the song to end she picked up her bass and tuned it waiting to plug in and get into the act. She winked at the Boss man, then gave him the " Sorry I’m late " Smile she had and went back to tuning the instrument by ear. She had on a pair of black chucks, red thigh high socks. Black cut off Levi's rolled up to just above her knees and a red t-shirt that had a finger flipping off and the words ' I want to punch you so bad even my fist has a boner ' You gotta love Thrift stores man! Anyway.. the song was ending and she waited for Doyle to unplug so she could get in and do her thing practicing a few licks while she waited. -d Alex Vipond: Chuckling, he looked to the band. "One more?" They seemed agreeable Alex looked back at Dezzy. "For You...."
Sloane Matheson: Eyes opened as she heard the singer ask for one more, and the crowd was eating that up. She tapped her foot to the melody, and even reached back to send her beer to the tender to refill, but only gave the motion for a half mug. Her eyes focused back on the band then, and watched the new woman on the stage as well. Tossing glances back and forth between her and the lead singer. –
DezzyGotDizzy: Putting down the bass she nabbed up the cello and it was intense.. the way Dez and the cello didn’t just play music... they became the music. Swaying back and forth.. catching the Rhythm head lowered as she fingered the strings and the bow slid back and forth like she would saw through the thing. She looked up and smiled at Alex the stress of the bullshit and darkness that had driven her practically to madness the last few weeks since they got back from the wedding seaming to melt away as she played. –d
Alex Vipond: Alex had done the song a number of times, just him and Arms, at radio stations and the like, but his favorite was with the full, rich sound of the cello. He sang to his audience, and as the song closed, he bowed. "Thank you! We love you!" He stepped back, one arm lifting to wipe the sweat from his brow onto his t-shirt sleeve as he stepped off stage. Some of the crowd had things they wanted signed, which Alex did; some of it was a decade old, pictures taken at previous performances that had circulated back in his California bleach blond days.
Sloane Matheson: He had a following, that was for sure, and the cello that had been added into the song had given it a whole different life, though Sloane really only guessed because she'd never heard the song before with or without the instrument. The crowd gathered, and she was watching the people holding up things to sign, and all the flashes of cameras going off, which had her turning back around to find her refilled beer and take a drink. –
DezzyGotDizzy: She watched Alex eat it up. And no matter how much he might hate and try and sometimes hide who and what he was.. he ate up the audience every time. She just stayed back and let him soak up the adoration. Placing the cello on its stand she picked up her jacket and jumped off the stage heading for the bar smiling and shaking hands with those who made complements and such about her playing. –d
Alex Vipond: Alex finally made his way to the bar, one hand dragging through his hair as the crew took their instruments back into the studio. There was still another band to play before the night was over. He looked over at Teddy, a nod given, the gum rolled around his mouth. Before he looked at Dez. "Nice t-shirt." He chuckled, and then looked at Sloan. "Alex, friend of Logan's." Kind of. They knew each other at least.
Sloane Matheson: - The t-shirt on the other woman had been given a look-see, before there was a man giving her his name. Not a man, but the man, the lead singer of the band. "Sloane. The chick he was staring at like he was ready to turn me into tomorrow's missing person's report." She grinned; then motioned to the stage he'd vacated. "You guys are good. Got a name for the band? Or are you one of those.. one name wonder things?" Like Alex, the man, the myth, the entire band -
DezzyGotDizzy: She headed to the studio to piss or something Alex Vipond: "Logan?" One brow rose. "He's not the psychotic killer type." A smirk was given and the shook his head. "Alex Vipond." Hope not, there's no bathroom in his studio.
Sloane Matheson: "Alex Vipond. That's the name of the band? Or are you just giving me a way to stalk you instead since Logan's not the type?" She was still grinning but took another drink on the on-tap special of the house she had in her hand. "And yeah. I've figured out he's more the keep you in the basement until you agree to be his girlfriend type." A nod, but yeah. She was still kidding. Sorta. –
DezzyGotDizzy: Comes back out wiping her hands on a napkin and smiling. –d
Alex Vipond: "It's my name, we don't really have a name. The band…" He shrugged and nodded to Teddy as he set the bottle down before him but he didn't crack it just yet. Left had rose, dragging his hair back from his face, and he smirked at Dezzy as she came back. "And this is Dezzy, cello player extraordinaire."
DezzyGotDizzy: Salutes and offers a hand that was clean! She washed them see the napkin! " Dezzy.. thats me. Dezzy, Dez, Dezmeister, Dezarama.. you know.. well no.. Im just Dez. " Winks and when she shook hands it was a mean, harsh, almost manly grip. –d
Sloane Matheson: That mean, harsh grip wasn't anything that Sloane couldn't handle, all things considered where she worked and all. The nod was given to Alex. "The Band. Catchy." Then she looked back at Dez, Dezzy, and the host of other things she'd apparently called herself. "Nice to meet you... both." She said between the two. She looked back at Alex though. "You guys have a CD or anything? Or know where I can pirate your music from besides standing here and recording it with my phone?" Hey, she was honest. A trait she sometimes wished was a little harder for her to be. –
DezzyGotDizzy: Drops her hand and looked around for a moment. "Teddy? Can I get a bowl of nuts and a New Castle? Thanks sweetie " Blows a kiss and leans against the bar on her elbows. " Don’t we go on tour soon Alex? " ...
Twisted Guilt: Rufus hadn’t meant to be gone for this long but phone calls regarding family were never short. Flawless were his steps as he maneuvered his way back into the bar.
DezzyGotDizzy: When Teddy brought the beer and the nuts her way she scooped up a handful into her mouth and turned in time to see the new guy come into the door. Hadnt seen him before.. hmm... She watched him for a moment and then took a swig of beer glancing back to Sloane a moment. " I think I have some of our shit on my itunes account. Ill burn you a CD. Come back around tomorrow and Ill have it for you. Sound good? "
Twisted Guilt: Silently he was counting steps for reassurance, fingers subtly moving at his side. It was beautiful really the way the sound waves bounced off the objects in the room. He was easily able to zig zag his way through the throngs of people. Might've taken on a dancers grace had he not been too bashful to bust of a move. Music was an infectious thing. Rufus knew exactly where Sloane was and her voice carried to him from the crowd. Returning to the bar he leaned heavily on his elbows and offered an apologetic look. "Sorry Family. Nasty buisness really..."A new face was with Sloane he could hear her heart beat far sooner than her voice. Unsettling eyes drifted toward Dezzy. "Found more decent company in my absence huh?" <d>
Sloane Matheson: Sloane turned her head when she saw movement through the crowd, and watched the way Rufus made that effortless return from the call he'd been on, apparently, all this time. He was fascinating, and not in the circus show kind of manner, but in that breath-taking kind of way when you watched a performer excelling at their craft. And all he was doing was walking through a crowded room. Imagine if she actually heard him or saw him do something that he was really good at. When he got closer, she took a step in even more and while he was looking toward Dezzy, she made the introductions. "Rufus, meet Dez. Dezzy. Dez...oh, let's just go with Dez, shall we?" A grin on her lips and then she looked back at Rufus. "Oh, you don't have to apologize. Family is always important, and... I can't be rude and say no, but I can be complimentary to you and say I'm glad you're back. That cover my bases?" –
DezzyGotDizzy: She winked at Sloane. She caught on quick. She liked her already. But then she was looking at Rufas. Dayyuum.. Graceful was an understatement. There was something about a guy who moved like a lion in the jungle.. but hey.. the way those two leaned in eachothers personal space? She steared her eyes back towards her beer taking a swallow and offering her hand. " Nice to meetcha Rufas. "
Alex Vipond: "Actually, we're going on tour next month, and our first album is to be released after the tour ends." He looked at Rufus and gave him a nod. "Hey."
DezzyGotDizzy: " I wouldnt go so far as to call me decent either.. IM hardly that on my best day. " She chuckled softly. –d
Twisted Guilt: Rufus had to give credit where credit was due. Alex offered him a greeting and Rufus was going to offer him a compliment. " You've got some pretty wicked pipes man..."Milky hues offered their expressionless attention toward Dez when she spoke. Try as he might to focus those cationic eyes he couldn't maintain the illusion long. It hurt to strain those weak eye muscles. So when in doubt just smile a lot and it'll take the focus away! " Pleasure. "There was amusement in his voice as Dez made pretty much the same assumption about herself as Rufus did. " Looks like this town takes all kinds..." The hand was offered to Rufus and sadly he missed the gesture. " Well I am glad I am back too. My sister is known for long winded conversations. "The Pianist moved his hand along the bar to see if his beer was still there. AH HA! Success! Though luke warm the Sam Adams hadn't been cleared away. He just about to take a sip of his beer when Dez mentioned his blindness. His smile softened just a bit and he lowered the bottle. " For a second I thought you were going to call me out on my devilish looks. I always forget the blind part..." Like water off a ducks back. Hey he had been called worse. <d>
DezzyGotDizzy: " Oh Shit... you're blind. " Hello Captain Obvious! Cause well she didnt want to think he was some kind of rude asshole when he didnt shake her hand. She them she grunted. " Sorry man.. Im sure you dont like people calling you out on that shit. Errmm.. Yeah. Im going to just drink my beer and burry my head in the ground like an Ostrich... " She muttered to herself some more and turned to look Alex with one of those ' hit me please ' looks. –d
Alex Vipond: Alex looked at Dezzy and smirked, phone pulled, as he poke. "Thanks I appreciate it. " He glanced at the screen. "Whoa....." One brow rose as he looked at the image. "I have to go. You guys have a good night." And with that he headed for the door to get his coat and then headed home. There was a fire burning and he needed to stoke it.
DezzyGotDizzy: " Ha! No.. Well.. now that you mention it... um.. " Dez blushed.. and stammered.. this was good shit. Good Lord! She shifted on the stool and smiled to the boss man. Waving as he left she looked between the two. " You do have a way about the way you orientate yourself in the room that is reminisant of a lion stalking prey in a way.. thats hot.. Im just sayin. " She laughed some more and turned to Teddy and whispered. " Grey Goose.. Stat! ":
Sloane Matheson: Sloane was looking between Rufus and Dezzy and took a drink of her beer just as Dez declared the oh so obvious. A wince, small one but still, and she felt bad for her. Though to Rufus' credit he just let it roll right on by without making a big production out of it. He commented on his good looks, and then Dez was making it known the way Rufus moved was, well, in her words 'hot'. Sloane gave a sharp little grin that filtered easily into her voice as she started to step a little more away from the bartop piano player. She wasn't going to stand in the way of hotness, and appreciation of said hotness by any means whatsoever. Though she did wait for Dezzy to get her Grey Goose, and then flagged Teddy for a cold Sam Adams, since that's what Rufus was drinking. Of course it would be the sound of the bottle on the bartop that gave away what she'd done, since she was drinking a mug from whatever was on tap. –
Twisted Guilt: Woah. Did he just get called hot? That was a first. It honestly was a good thing Rufus hadn't decided to take a swig of that luke warm beer. The sound of a bottle hitting the surface of the bar alerted him to Sloane's token of appreciation. The warm bottle was set aside for the cold brew. Fingers danced along the counter to claim what he assumed was his. The cold glass felt amazing against fevered finger tips. Color swam to his cheeks and threatened to take over the pale flesh. Rufus leaned forward and set the curve of the bottle's base to his forehead. His body teetered a bit into Sloane's shifting frame as he turned to face Dezzy. " Uh thank you? I don't think I have ever been compared to a lion before. Maybe a flamingo...they've got pretty good balance. Standing on one leg and all..." When in doubt think of something clever. Maybe it wasn't the most charming of sentences but he was going to smile like he meant it. "And thank you for the new beer. Warm Sam Adams tastes like piss...." <d> DezzyGotDizzy: She laughed again and looked at Sloane before looking back at Rufus. The flush of his cheeks, and the raise of bottle to his head made her grin. " Are you blushing Rufus? That awesome. " Dude Dez blushed earlier.. she hadnt done that since.. like the 60's! –d
Sloane Matheson: Sloane was trying not to grin, or laugh at the two of them, because really, watching other people flirt was kind of fun. She was just so horrible at it she never tried herself anymore. Besides, once they found out what she did for a living most guys headed for the hills and quick like. The Sam Addams was found by Rufus, and she gave him a nod he'd be able to feel when he took to leaning into her some. The beer bottle to his forehead though, despite the fact he was blushing had a little of that four-alarm sounding in her head. So in between Dezzy's telling him it was awesome he blushed, she asked the more pressing question of ... "You alright?" The lean, she took as maybe he was light-headed, not that he just wanted to lean into her. Really, some other chick told him verbally he was hot, wasn't that the kind of thing men ate up like fat kids ate cake? -
Twisted Guilt: Yes well Rufus was a little out of the Game. Flirting to him was like seeing a sun rise, it just didn't happen. Nervous laughter was rolling off his tongue as smoothly as that beer was going down. Sloane's question had him perplexed for a moment. Brows knitted together and he fought back the awkward smile. Cheesy grins made everything comical. " Yup. Just a little hot under the collar. Last time I was hit on by a girl was in 8th grade. And she had an arm like pro baseball player. Got me dead on with a dodgeball..." Dezzy pointed out that he was still very red and sought to combat that by taking a swallow of beer. " Men blush too you know. Though usually it's the little fellow down below that get's all the blood flow..." <d>
DezzyGotDizzy: She choked on her beer and laughed out loud and hard. Dez didnt flirt. dez hadnt even had sex in 100 years before some Bell Morte vampire voodooed her into a semi orgasmic state and kind of made her do it. So flirting? Well it was weird! Were they flirting? Oh God! She blushed some more and smiled. " Well I promise not to punch you in the arm ok? " She took some more nuts and dropped them into her mouth blue green eyes looking at Sloane and sticking her tounge out at her. Earlier he knew Dez had been sitting there because of her heart beat. Dez's heart beat strong like a huge animal.. like a horse or a deer. What made her what her was flowed constantly through her viens making her the visage of good health and beauty for all!. Too bad he couldnt see it heh. –d
Sloane Matheson: Rufus admitted he was hot under the collar, and that was okay, but when he was sharing about how he hadn't had a girl flirt with him since 8th grade, now that was a little hard to believe. For Sloane at least. Oh ho, but he went above and beyond even that bit of news, and shared that usually the little head was the one that got all the blood instead of a blush at the cheeks for men. She followed Dezzy's lead and was choking on a swallow of her beer, but then it only got worse when Dezzy took a handful of nuts and put them in her mouth. Little head. Nuts. Oh sweet jesus above they were trying to kill her here. The sticking out of Dez's tongue had her laughter fading from where it was a little too close to Rufus' neck and shoulder as she turned to catch the movement of Dez sticking out her tongue, she caught it and there was a moment of blink worthy lack of response before the only thing she could think of to mind and it was usually something she head the guys around the station house say. "If you aren't gonna use that thing, put it back in your mouth." And there went Sloane's good girl image, or maybe Rufus would still believe it? Maybe anyone would? "Or, uh... yeah. I should stop talking." And she took a drink of beer instead. –
DezzyGotDizzy: " Id love to stay and flirt with you some more Rufus.. " And then Sloane said that about using her tounge and she died. Litterally. No not really but she was gasping for breath as she stood and headed for the back hallways to find the sound room for a moment. " Ill be back soon... " Was all she could choke out before she disapeared.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 9, 2013 13:07:03 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex was back in the studio, despite the early hour. The place would not be 'open' until noon, but there were people on hand cleaning up from last night. Alex was in his own private, rented recording studio, working on the band's next album. Alex'd had a lot of down time, a lot of songs recorded, and a lot of battles with record labels. His patience, determination and drive were about to pay off. They were going on tour. Their first album was going to be released globally after the tour. A soft release was in the works prior to the tour so that they could sell the CDs at the shows. Everything was coming together. He and Meghan were great. His career was gaining momentum. His relationship with Nicolette was mending. Now all he needed to do was get his dog back from Alea and get her off his back, and everything would be perfect. Leaving the control room he headed for the front and the bar in need of sustenance. RJ MuIIiganl: Mars had been kind enough to let RJ stay at the garage until he could find a new place, but he couldn't live off donuts and coffee forever. Somehow, RJ had managed to talk his way into the place, and was seated at the table farthest away from the bar as humanly possible. He had a newspaper in one hand, a massive, dripping cheeseburger in the other. Rather than a beer, he'd gone for a soda. He looked alright for a guy who'd just been kicked out of his tiny castle, really. Recently shaved, bright eyed and alert. He was off in his own little world as he checked the real estate ads in the paper.
Alex Vipond: "Hey, RJ, how's it going?" He nodded to the man as he passed through the room to the bar. Taking up a lean, he nodded, and a bottle was pulled to be warmed. "Watcha doing?" Had he started to sound like a five year old with the who, what, where, why and how questions yet? RJ MuIIiganl: He looked up from his paper, finishing a mouthful of burger. "Lookin' for a new place. Finally pissed off the old bag for the last time. She was complaining about the smell of my gun cleaning fluid, so I poured a bit down her AC vent. Took a while until she caught on, but by then I had my shit packed." He set the paper down and took a swig from his soda as if it were liquor. It would take a while to get rid of that particular habit. If Alex did those 'why' questions, RJ had a way of throwing him off.
Alex Vipond: "Is she nuts? Who doesn't like the smell of Break Free?" Taking up the bottle as it was set before him, he nodded his thanks as he popped the top, then looked back at RJ. "So where are you looking and how are you getting on until you find a place?" King of double questions, was Alex.
RJ MuIIiganl: He snorted. "I know. She said it was making her cats sneeze." He sat forward, setting down his burger. "Mars is letting me stay at the garage for a while, but I'm looking for a place without too much noise." Constant noise made him nervous. The last time one of the cars at the garage backfired, RJ hit the floor and was grabbing for a rifle that wasn't there. He kept thinking people were sneaking around the place, casing it. PTSD paranoia. "Oh," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. Not top of the line, but a nice one. "I had to get one of these fucking things. Doesn't look good if I ask the land lord to call a garage to get in touch with me. I don't know what half the shit on this thing does. I don't want to launch the fucking space shuttle." And Machete don't text.
Alex Vipond: "Welcome to the Age of the Geek." Alex nodded. "I'd be lost without mine. Kind of funny since I went so long without one." Centuries, in fact. "They have a habit of keeping everything you need at your fingertips and easily accessible, and you start to rely heavily on them."
RJ MuIIiganl: He grunted as he set the contraption down. "I don't like the idea of being tracked wherever I go. Or being accessible every hour of the day." He was used to 'I'll call you,' sort of communication from phone booths or cheap burner phones. "Any way to turn that shit off?" In case someone gets his IP address or whatever tracks your phone and sends a missile after him. "I can manage to input numbers and call, but that's about it." And notice all the contact pictures were blank. He'd leave them that way for peace of mind.
Alex Vipond: "If you have the money, you can get it scrambled. High level hackers and government agencies do it all the time." He nodded. Just don't ask about his or Meghan's or Charlie's phones.
RJ MuIIiganl: Now that made him feel a bit better. It felt like he was back in his element. "Yeah? I know some guys who know about that kind of thing." Grez. He could call Grez and get this thing turned into a fucking void in space. Still, he could take care of it later. "So I heard you got hitched." RJ tipped his soda to the man. "Here's to a thousand years of nagging and never getting to leave the seat up."
Alex Vipond: Laughing, he nodded. "Thanks. And I look forward to every minute of it." He tipped his bottle up and took a drink. "And with luck I'll be too busy to worry about my seat faux pas."
RJ MuIIiganl: RJ went quiet for a moment, a telltale sign that he was lost in thought. Deep thought.
Alex Vipond: "Well that's a sure sign of something on your mind. Care to talk about it?" Alex moved over and gestured to the seat opposite RJ in askance before settling down.
RJ MuIIiganl: Trust meant a lot to RJ, and he was studying Alex's face as if he were searching for something. Eventually, the older man gave a sigh and spilled the proverbial beans. "JJ." Was all he needed to say.
Alex Vipond: "You're worried you'll hurt her." He nodded, and leaned back in the seat. "Control is a learned thing. And the harder you work, the more you work, the sooner you will learn it. The first step in that direction was in acknowledging the fact that jackal is a part of you. Just as your arm, or your leg, or the color of your eyes. It is part of who you are. But it does not have to define who you are."
RJ MuIIiganl: He laughed humorlessly, and rubbed at his face lightly. "Alex, I haven't had a real girlfriend since I was fifteen. The fuck am I supposed to do with a proper lady? All I know are whores and loose women all over the world. I can't just bring her some trinket from a far off war zone and expect her to suck my cock dry." Though, if she really WANTED to, he wouldn't object in the slightest.
Alex Vipond: "JJ doesn't strike me as the type to want trinkets. What she wants is someone to hold her from time to time without the bullshit. No awkward mornings after, just let it be what it is. Take your cues from her. Trust me, if you do something to piss her off, you will know about it." He could be off base but he really didn't think so.
RJ MuIIiganl: No, Alex was right. JJ didn't pull any punches, and that was part of what had attracted RJ to her in the first place. She was something of a life line toward normalcy. "I told her I'd buy her dinner and we could go down to the range and fire off a few shots." To both of them, that was a hell of a romantic evening. RJ seemed to struggle with himself a while longer before he finally manned up and leaned his forearms on the table, looking Alex square in the eye. "What the fuck do I do about valentine's day?"
Alex Vipond: "Buy her some gun oil, and cleaning patches and tie it around a Teddy Bear's neck with a noose." He nodded. "Candy and flowers wouldn't hurt, but don't make 'em prissy. Maybe a cactus...."
RJ MuIIiganl: That seemed like a pretty good idea. "Fuck the bear. I'll get her a stuffed dog, or something." At least there would be some kind of RJ in there. He took another open throated swallow of his soda. "Or I could buy her a gun and tie it to the stuffed animal." She'd like a gun.
Alex Vipond: "Yeah but weapons for an enthusiast, and a professional one at that, are very subjective. You'd pretty much have to take her with you to pick one out. She'd have to like the feel, the weight, the balance of it in her hand, and there's really only one way to insure that." It was that way with any weapon, be it a firearm or a sword. And the 'perfect' weapon was as unique as the individual wielding it.
RJ MuIIiganl: He had a good point. "Mnh," a grunt of agreement. Though... who could go wrong with an M4? "So.. cleaning kit, stuffed dog.. chocolates? The fucking things are everywhere, so they've got to be somewhat effective." Forget a card, though. RJ would probably come back with one that had hearts on it, but read 'sorry for your loss' on the inside. Or some awful poem. Blood is red, my balls are blue. Happy valentine's day, how about a screw?
Alex Vipond: Now see, that would work fine as long as he got a sappy, sentimental one too. Let her decide which one was the gag card. "Chocolates, you cannot go wrong. Dark chocolate. It's better for you. Got all those antioxidants in it."
RJ MuIIiganl: "Yeah." He was already working out the logistics in his head. Where would he get a stuffed dog, where to get the chocolates, and flowers. He knew damned well women liked flowers. God, he felt so.. domestic. The very thought was foreign to him, and somewhat intimidating. He took another large swallow of his drink and returned to his burger. "That pet store has some big ass stuffed animals. I saw 'em in an ad in the paper. Almost as big as the real thing. I bet she'd like that." Get one of those collars to hold the chocolates and flowers.. yeah. This was going to work out.
Alex Vipond: "When things get a little deeper you can take her gun shopping. For now, stick with the basics." Gun shopping wasn't a bad idea though. He should take Meghan. Or at least teach her to use a blade. He contemplated that as he sipped from the bottle.
RJ MuIIiganl: "Mnh," another contemplating sound of agreement. He couldn't help but watch Alex sip from that bottle. He knew what blood tasted like, and was even more intimate with how it smelled. "How can you drink that shit? Is it like some kind of compulsion, or are you just hungry for it?"
Alex Vipond: "Well if I don't drink it, I will desiccate. Organs will cease to function, tissues dry up and I'll look like a mummy without the cool wrappings." He lifted the bottle again and took another drink. "Overall," he said as he lowered the bottle while regarding it, before looking back at RJ. "Far better than the alternative. And I don't react well to actual food, so..." He wasn't going to get into the whole flavor, or bottle vs. natural feeding unless it was asked.
RJ MuIIiganl: RJ may be naive about wooing a woman he didn't have to pay, but he knew the ways of blood and war. "What about those fuckers that deserve it? Eat a rapist or a murdurer and do the world a favor." That all sounded perfectly reasonable to him. "Or a child molester. They might taste like shit, because evil men have that kind of.. tang.. to them." Or maybe that was because the assholes he ate hadn't bathed in a year. Urgh. "Like batman, but eating the bad guys instead of making them laugh to death by showing up in tights."
Alex Vipond: "I will admit there is a bit of satisfaction gained from draining one so very deserving, however things are not as they were. Age of the Geek. There are cameras everywhere. And with the prevalence of the internet, there's no way to stop something once it's out there. And that is something I cannot afford."
RJ MuIIiganl: "You just don't know how to vanish in today's world. Going off the grid isn't easy, but it can be done." Look at TJ, for example. "You just need to be willing to give up a lot of things you're used to. Plan ahead and case your target for as long as it takes. Maneuver him into a place you want him to be, by foul means or fair. Helps to have a few trusted friends, but even then you're probably better off going in alone." Ah, now this was something he knew a lot about! "Not that I'm trying to talk you back into eating people, but it's a for instance. In case you need to follow someone." Trying to talk Alex back into feeding the 'old fashioned way' would be like someone trying to talk RJ back into the bottle. It wouldn't be right. "And this fucking phone!" He scooped up his burger. "I oughta have Kalypso fuck around with it. She's of the digital generation." A bite was taken, and RJ mumbled when he'd finished with it. "Shitty music nowadays.. Some bitch with pink hair screaming about hoes and bitches. What the fuck happened to good music, like Steppenwolf and Skynard?"
Alex Vipond: "Oh, trust me, I know how to go off the grid. But there is not just me to consider anymore. I have a family. I have a career. I can't just lose myself in some third world country the way I used to until people forget who I was. As for hunting someone..." He paused and looked back at RJ. "Trust me. I know how to hunt humans. It's not something one forgets. Rather like riding a bicycle, that." Alex shrugged at the music question. "Low fuel and airplanes don't mix well." He killed the bottle and lifted it, waving for another. "And there's some good music out there. U2, Coldplay, Bon Jovi. Santana..." He nodded.
RJ MuIIiganl: "Bunch of long haired hippies," grunt. "That Bono guy can kiss my Army ass. Fuckin' white flag waving peace monger." Don't get him started. His burger was finished, the rest of his soda gulped down. The glass was thumped onto the table as if it were a shot glass. "I swear, people will be listening to white noise before long, and claiming it to be revolutionary."
Alex Vipond: Alex regarded RJ, deadpan. "He happens to be a friend of mine." He gave RJ a hard stare for a minute or two before he cracked up. "He's a good guy, but there's a lot of shit going on over there that sucks ass."
RJ MuIIiganl: RJ stared right back, a brow forked. "He hasn't tried to get you to join some sort of hippie cult, has he?" He really didn't trust those activist types. They reminded him too much of religious zealots. "And no kidding that shit sucks. I'd like to see him try to climb a hill in a scrub desert without getting shot at by boys thinking they're men. Dancing around while thinking spray and pray will get them virgins. Fuck that. I'd give up any number of virgins for one whore who knows what she's doing."
Make Me MentaI: And now would be about the time Mrs Vipond decided to break up this little bromance connection. At least ... hinder it for a short while. She came into the studio and made a bee line for the bar. She was dressed in her usual. Leathers. Hair down, thick curly waves and she wore a scarf of sorts. As she approached, she gave the man her husband was talking to, a smile before moving over to Alex and greeting him with a kiss to the cheek as she leaned heavily against him. [d]
RJ MuIIiganl: All RJ did was give her a barely perceptible nod, and a lift of a brow. She was getting all cozy pretty quick. His gaze slid to Alex to see how he'd respond.
Alex Vipond: Alex didn't have to see her to know she was there. Or hear, or smell her either, though he could do all those things. No, he felt her the moment she came within range of the place. He smiled when she came in and when closed the distance, taking her lean and her kiss, he pulled her down to sit with him after sliding over a bit. He then looked at RJ. "RJ, my wife, Meghan. Meghan, RJ." His left hand moved between them as he spoke, his right arm slipping around her shoulders.
RJ MuIIiganl: Ah. So she was the lucky lady. RJ stood a bit, offering her a hand as was only polite. "Mrs. Vipond." A nod of greeting. "Sorry you're saddled with this sorry sack of shit." Lips twitched at the mild jab at the other man. "Congrats, by the way. How do his pants fit?" Burn.
Make Me MentaI: What? Did he think Meghan some sort of groupie? Wel... in a sense, she was. She was just married to the lead singer. She went where he went. Always. When she was pulled to sit with him, she fell into her seat, easily. Attention turned to RJ as introductions were made. The offered hand was taken and while she was human, she was stronger than the average human. Her grip, to her, was firm but gentle. RJ might think otherwise. "Nice to meet you RJ and you can just call me Meghan." she replied with a flash of a smile. "Sorry? Hell no. I'm thinking I'm pretty damn lucky to be honest. As for his pants... I like them. But I like them better when they are off." she glanced to Alex then and smirked. She was certainly a frisky one today, wasn't she? When RJ gave his congrats, she looked back to him and smiled. 'Thanks." [d]
RJ MuIIiganl: As soon as her fingers gripped his hands, he could feel his bones squeeze. Ah, she must be a vampire also. It made sense for one vampire to marry another. Eternity would be awfully lonely with only a memory of a love long dead. He couldn't help a quiet chuckle. "I like her already," spoken to Alex, a thumb jerked in Meghan's direction.
Alex Vipond: Alex snorted, yes, snorted a laugh. He reached for his gum, a piece slipped between his teeth and then he was offering Meghan and RJ some. "I do too, I think I'll keep her." He regarded her, smiling as he leaned in to give her a kiss.
RJ MuIIiganl: He politely refused the gum with a shake of his head.
Make Me MentaI: Meghan smirked and the gum that was offered, was accepted. The piece was popped into her mouth and she chewed. When Alex leaned in for the kiss, she greeted him with one of her own. Of course... if Alex wasn't carefull, he might end up stoking another fire here soon. Poor RJ would get his eyes full. Especially when things got all hot and heavy, fast. [d]
RJ MuIIiganl: .... you think he was going to object to that? Nope.
Make Me MentaI: What's a round on a bar top? Hell, they had done it in just about any place you could imagine by now. Funny thing was, she could count on one hand, how many times the bed had been used. [d]
RJ MuIIiganl: Shit, most guys have to pay five bucks a minute for that! In the meantime, he pulled his rumpled pack of American Spirits from his pocket and popped one between his lips. "Just don't knock over any tables, yeah?" Another hint of a grin. Someday, they'd get to see him actually smile. Someday. When he had something to smile about.
Alex Vipond: They'd been together, officially, only two months, and in that time they'd only managed to have sex in bed, perhaps three times. Every other piece of furniture in the house and ... more than a few walls had been christened. He looked over at RJ and chuckled. "Can't help it. She gets me going."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan just smiled and pretended to look completely innocent, as if she had never done such a thing. [d]
RJ MuIIiganl: "Hey, a looker like that? Don't blame you." To RJ, this was a compliment. He was about to say more, but the dreaded cell phone started to chime. RJ scowled, but when he looked at the number, he seemed to go into military mode. All look of surprise was hidden behind stony face as he stood, fishing into his wallet for some cash. "I gotta take this." He had a Redneck to threaten with death. "I'll see you two lovebirds later."
Alex Vipond: "Have a good one." He nodded, one brow rising and then he looked back at Meghan. "He has a thing to deal with." Like he knew what it was or some shit. And then he was chuckling. "And what are you doing today, my love?"
Make Me MentaI: Meghan gave a wave of hand as RJ excused himself and said goobye. Once the man was gone, attention of course turned to Alex. When he asked what she was up to, she gave a shake of head. "Nothing really. I noticed you were up rather earlier than usual and thought I would come by to see what was going on, if anything." she replied. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I am putting together, the next album. Want to give it a listen?" He held her cradled in his arms, eyes caressing her face. "Oh, and I talked .... well, exchanged voice mails with Sedona. The meeting at Trinity went well; they're fine, even though I haven't heard back from Jake yet...." He paused, still kind of worried on that front but not as much as he had been. "Alea does indeed have Gus; she admitted it and expressed her surprise at my not contacting her to pick him up."
Make Me MentaI: "Already?" she asked as brows arched. "But you just made one..." she added with brows now slightly pinched. "Aren't you suppose to make one album and promote it before going on tour, and then break and then make the next one?" she asked with a smirk. Meghan was glad to hear that Jake and Sedona were okay. But she hated the fact that Alea seem to have Gus, as suspected. "Which means... she wants to make contact with you. Obviously." Meghan replied. "She's waiting for it. Expecting it." [d]
Alex Vipond: "I'm just prepping it, it's not going to be released yet. I've got ten years worth of music. The next album will be released later this year or early next. Once this little tour for Unstoppable is done; then we'll see if we need book more domestic dates, and then go world wide with it. And.... yes. She is looking to make contact. Which means quite likely she wants to know if I know where Nicolette is." Make Me MentaI: Meghan nodded as she frowned. No, not because of the whole music thing, but because of this Alea bitch. She was making Alex's life, hell. First turning his sister against him, tracking him down, and now.. now the woman had to go and take the dog after causing his house keeper a visit to the hospital. Yeah, Meghan was starting to get a little pissed off. While she knew she was just some puney human and no match for Alea, it didn't mean she couldn't hate the bitch. "And... what are you going to do? And... things have gotten better with you and your sister, right? Since she's not with us... where is she at?" [d]
Alex Vipond: "She's staying with a ... friend, she's made." Alex still didn't like that, though he new she was more than grown enough. It just ... chaffed. "I'm not sure I like the man. He was hitting on both Nicolette, or.... sleeping with Nicolette and hitting on Kalypso at the same time." Yes, his expression had grown dark.
Make Me MentaI: She had noticed the change of tone in his voice when he spoke about this friend, of Nicolette's. "Is he... bad? I mean, are you getting some vibe from him?" she asked. Yeah, she could also see that protective brother side come out too. "Well, Alex... she's a grown woman. She's perfectly capable of making decisions all on her own. You start trying to boss her around after just now getting to gain her trust back, you're likely to push her further into this guys arms." she replied. "And didn't the pair of you come from a time where mistresses were fairly common? So maybe she's accepted it because its something she knows?" Not that Meghan felt a fifteen year old had any business playing mistress, but still. [d]
Alex Vipond: "No, he's not bad, and he's willing to help us, but...." He scowled and let out a breath, one hand running down his face. "I know. I can't push. I can't ... do, anything. It's .... annoying." He looked at her. "And yeah that may well be, but the girl he's hitting on is fifteen. Or was. And I know in my time, women at that age were getting married and having babies. But that's not the point. The point is this day and age, they do not. Legally, anyway."
Make Me MentaI: "Whether its Kalypso or any other female... Nicolette sounds like she's okay with it." Meghan sighed then as she could not only see his frustration, but feel it as well, due to their deep connecting bond. A hand came to his arm and she gazed up at him. "Maybe find someone else for her to focus her attention on?" Meghan shrugged. It was just one of those ideas that came to mind. [d]
NightotheAngel: Kalypso had been pulling double duty at the shop. She finally had a break in the day. Wearing a pair of blue coveralls with a red bandanna in her hair. Making her way into the studio been a minute since she had been seen. She had a bit of grease on her face but at the moment didnt care. She was glad for the chance to get out of the garage for a little while. She moved to the bar as she looked to Teddy.::"Water. Please.":: She was changing things up a bit today instead of the usual gingerale.::
Alex Vipond: "He's Belle Morte. It will happen, whether she's okay with it or not. He will likely have several women he's bedding. Perhaps men as well. Who knows." He waved a hand dismissively. It was giving him a head ache just thinking and then he looked at her, even as the door opened and spat Kaly into the room. "Who? Who do we know who is available?" Logan... Didn't really know him all that well. Who else? He scowled.
Make Me MentaI: "Belle Morte?" she asked. "Good lord..." she gave a shake of head. The idea sort of made her sick to her stomach because... He Who Shall Not Be Named! Was also Belle Morte. It to this day, made her uncomfortable and made her skin crawl just thinking about him. She literately shuttered in Alex's arms. "I ... I don't know. I don't know of any single and available men." she replied. The new entry was glanced to and then a double take, made. "Oh, hey Kalypso. How are you today?" [d]
NightotheAngel: Kalypso smiles sweetly.::"Fine just been trying to become more useful at the garage. Although Monday I guess I should be looking forward to school starting. I think Monday I go in for some type of testing.":: She sips her water as she leaned on the bar abit. Glanced to Alex.::"Are you okay?"::
Alex Vipond: "Hey there, Kaly." He nodded. "Are you excited?" He waved it off and gave her a nod and a smile. "I'm okay, just trying to suss a few things out."
NightotheAngel: "I dont know. After seeing the way some people act with Ixen and he only looked my age. How are they going to handle when I actually start talking to guys my age and they start coming by the house. Really I think more nervous then anything since I never been in a school setting and I dont know what was done to me government wise other then the lycan.::
Alex Vipond: "Looked being the operative word."
NightotheAngel: "I take it Ixen is one of the few things your sussing over partially because of your sister?":: raising a brow as she looked to Alex. Taking a long drink of her water. Before asking for a refill. She stretched a bit as she relaxed some in the chair.::"Face it noone around her is going to be laying a hand on me except through friendly conversation."::: Smiles a bit as she leaned foreward on the bar.::
Alex Vipond: "Just kind of creeps me out. He's like, almost three times my age and hitting on you. You haven't figured out who you are yet, let alone what you want out of life and he shouldn't have been making moon eyes at you."
NightotheAngel: "Oh you mean the way you make moon eyes at your wife before you were married? Regardless of the fact that she is 25. As you told me you still were doing the same thing with someone much younger then you.":: Raising a brow as she sighs::"I would use Mars and Sasha but from what I read about Lycans its harder to tell their age because they age slower then you all. He understood things though like being turned at a young age."::
Make Me MentaI: Meghan smiled. "That's great. School should be something every person gets to enjoy." she replied. She went quiet a moment as they talked about this Ixen fellow. But then when Kaly spoke about Meghan and her age, brows arched. "I'm grown. Already a woman. Was out on my own when I met Alex. And you ... your only 15. Until you get some schooling and work a while and find yourself, and are at least between 18 and 21... then you have to answer to someone. That someone being Mars. The point is... its not JUST the fact that there are centuries that divide you and this Ixen guy... but you are fifteen. Enjoy being young. Make mistakes. Learn from them and learn about yourself. About who you are, who you want to be and make things happen so you can be that person." she paused. "Look... I get that your a girl.. you will if not already, have taken an intrest in guys... and thats cool. Just... be careful. That's all." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yeah but ... what he went through, and what you're going through, are not quite the same. And yes, I make moon eyes at my wife. And yes she is younger than I. But she's also past the age of majority and she is past the age to vote and drink." NightotheAngel: "Alex what bothers you more. Him making moon eyes at me or that your sister is with him too?":: She knew Alex and Meghan were both right. Despite the arguing. She knew they had already made their mind up about Ixen.::"I didnt know about Ixen and Nicole until everyone else found out about her. It was just nice to not be reminded that Im fifteen and need to act like a teenager. You know Im already so behind with all the technology stuff. Im still new to this whole internet thing. although my typing is getting better its just very slow at times.'::
Make Me MentaI: Meghan wasn't judging Ixen. Hell, she hadn't even met the guy yet. Which, said a lot, considering the fact that she knew Kaly to be young. Impressionable. And easily influenced. That was where Meghan saw the problem. Not the fact that she was what she was, and Ixen was a vampire. Not the fact that there were so very many years between Kaly and this guy. Just that Kaly was 15. Hell, once she turned 18, 19, 20 21... Kaly could go do whatever the hell she wanted. She'd be considered an adult. Legal. And could be held accountable for her own actions and decisions. Unlike now. When Kaly posed her question to Alex, brows arched and she looked from the girl, to her husband and waited to see what he would say in response. [d]
NightotheAngel: Kalypso looked to Meghan.::"Ixen knows there are boundaries and Im not supposed to be touched until Im 18. Or until I can decide for myself that I want to be his pomme de Sang. But, If I am alpha by then the option left is his animal servant. If I choose. I cant be pomme de sang and Animal servant if Im an Alpha.":: Softly sighs as she trains the glass again and orders a grilled cheese.::
Alex Vipond: "What bothers me is that he's making moon eyes at you, who are fifteen while shacking up with my sister. My disgruntlement is two fold." He had to admit though, he'd been just as bad in his day. Not that he'd ever shacked up with anyone, but he was French. "And that there should tell you something. He is not offering you, a bond, he is looking for something on the side with blood donor benefits."
Make Me MentaI: "As long as he's aware of them and you don't go making the mistake of pissing Mars off, I think you'll be alright. But... God help the man... any man... who ends up touching you or anything before 18. Mars is not someone to mess with. On any level. And based on what's known? What he's had to go through? I can't say that I blame the man. I'd be the same way. I'd rip someone's fucking throat out if someone was giving my lil sister goo go eyes at such a young age." [d] NightotheAngel: "Dont worry between Mars, RJ, Sasha, JJ, Dez, and a few others. I doubt anyone is going to be asking me anything. Unless school related.":: sighs a bit as she listened to Alex and Meghan as she spoke her bit and continues to drink water.::
Alex Vipond: "I don't mean to come off like an old ff... fart, who has no clue what it's like to be young. I just worry."
NightotheAngel: "I know everyone does it because they cared. Your still not as bad as the air freshener Warden. I made breakfast for Elvis. The Lion here in town. and the warden was just could not be or do one nice thing for a guest. I only made him breakfast while he looked for a place to stay. Last I knew he was going to stay at the best western. But, for some reason the warden felt the need to remind him that I was only 15. I knew nothing was going to happen. Face it most people around her are much older then me. I didnt fall off the turnip truck. But, its nice to just have the occassional friendly conversation."::
Alex Vipond: "Conversation is always good." He nodded. "And no more lecturing, I promise." Hell he wasn't even sure anymore how they'd gotten onto the topic.
Make Me MentaI: Meghan noddedin agreement. "Its how people learn. At least in one way." she replied. "You get to learn about other people... thier likes, dislikes, their flaws...and in some instances, you learn those very things about yourself." she nodded. [d]
NightotheAngel: Kalypso just sat and nodded. Appreciative when her food arrived as she started to chow down on the grill cheese and fries. It was something different that she never had before. Teddy had set out the ketchup ashe tried that on the fries. It wasnt bad. Still even something as simple as food was all new to her.::
Alex Vipond: "So School on Monday. Which one did you pick?" His fingers traced randomly over Meghan's shoulder as he draped his arm around her.
NightotheAngel: "A public school. There was a couple in the area. So Sasha has been checking out their crime rates and such. So I dont see why I couldnt at least go in for testing and things. I cant remember the name. Its saved on my Kindle though
Alex Vipond: "Glad to see you're getting gogod use out of it." He nodded.
NightotheAngel: Speaking with him as she eats. Careful to have some manners from what she had been learning through observation.::
Make Me MentaI: The tracing fingersof his, had her leaning more into his touch. She smirked as a song came to mind, as thoughts drifted astray, momentarily. Oh the things that entered into this pretty little head. "I'm glad you get to go to school soon though. I think you'll enjoy it." [d]
NightotheAngel: "Yeah I dont know about that. But, Mars wants me to have a normal life. Regardless of my past. I dont know what to tell them as far as parents and all though. I mean I know people will have questions.":: Seems the more she tried to get things in order the more craziness that showed up.::
Alex Vipond: "Simple. Parents passed and you are living with your brother." He shrugged. Wasn't like he hadn't had to do it more than once. "Always worked for me."
Make Me MentaI: Which... seeing she was now Mars' lil sister, wasn't to far fetched an idea. [d]
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NightotheAngel: The guys no longer needed her at the garage as business was picking up. Her time as a gopher came to a finish. She showered and changed out of her coveralls. As she dressed in a pair of jeans and t shirt with nice black ankle boots. Soft smirk as she opened the door. She changed out the bandanna from the red one with a black with skulls on it. Smiles as she sees Teddy.::"Hey water thanks.": Taking a seat at the bar as she relaxes. Part of her wish she could have something stronger but for now it was warer or soda.:: Alex Vipond: Alex had rested, and was back at it. Was he running himself ragged? Pretty much. He needed to keep busy or he'd be sorely tempted to hunt a certain Dragon down and chain her in the basement, and torture her with silverware until she cried uncle. Instead he was once more in his studio, but it was about time to feed, so he stopped what he was doing and left the control room. Heading for the bar, he spotted Kaly. "Hey, how you doing?" NightotheAngel: "Im okay. And you?":: Raising a brow as she looked to him. He seemed a bit run down but who was she to tell him what to do. ::"Are you okay? Really?":: She knew something was bothering him.:: Alex Vipond: Alex waved a hand after dragging it through his hair. "Just all the stuff going on. Tour coming up, album coming out.... Gus..." He scowled and pulled his phone, taking a moment to dial Trinity. May as well bite the bullet and get it over with. He'd kick himself in the ass if a simple phone call would have gotten his dog back and he didn't make it. NightotheAngel: "Oh I see. So, are you going to tell me about Gus? Who seems to be as important to you as anyone else?":: Rasiing a brow as she looked to him. She figured he was more of a pet then like one of them. Softly sighs as she figured at least the dog would be another friend and probably protector to add to the long list of things:: Alea Dracoslovic: The call would have been picked up at the club, and when it was clear who the call was for, forwarded to Alea's mobile. When it rang, she smirked. Success. Was there a touch of gloating in her tone when she answered? Maybe, but she fairly purred with satisfaction when the call came through. "Hello, Alex. How are you?" Alex Vipond: Alex was about to answer Kaly when the call was put through to Alea, mouth was open to respond and instead he let out a breath, then drew a slow one in as his face hardened. "Alea." He forced himself to remain civil, giving Kaly a pat on the arm and a one moment gesture as he looked across the room. "I understand you have .... been taking care of my dog." Alea Dracoslovic: "I have. He's been such a good boy, too." She leaned forward in the back seat of the car and gave Gus a scratching of ears. "Haven't you, sweet boy, yes you have..." Yes, she was talking baby talk to the dog. Mostly to piss Alex off. Alex Vipond: Bitch. It worked. Teeth ground, before he forced himself to relax and smile, despite the overwhelming urge to rip the bitch’s head off and watch her life's blood spill to the floor. "Well I am sure you are more than ready to have him off your hands, so if you wish, I can pick him up." Alea Dracoslovic: Despite the smile, the tension was heard, and Alea ate it up. "No need, really, I can meet you." The smile died on her lips and her tone sharpened. "Where are you?" Alex Vipond: "Where I usually am. Studio 7, on Horton. Do you know it?" He looked at Kaly, knowing if Alea showed up, inside was the safest place for her. "I'll be here probably until closing, if you think you can make it." Alea Dracoslovic: "How convenient. I happen to be there now." She hit end, killing the connection. The limo pulled up out front and the driver moved to open the rear door. Alea stepped out, decked out in skinny jeans, stilettos and a sheer silk, seafoam green kaftan that fell past her hips and brushed her thighs. Over top of it all was a screaming banner of wealth and luxury that would send PETA into a frenzy. Turing, she took the leash, and led Gus from the back of the car and toward the door of the Studio. The dog smelled Alex and tried to speed things along, but Alea was having none of it, despite the way he pulled at the leash. Had she been human, she would have been dragged from those stiletto heels. As soon as the driver opened the Studio door for her, she let Gus off his leash and followed the dog inside. Alex Vipond: Alex hadn't even processed what Alea had said before the door was opening and Gus was bounding inward. Phone was dropped to the bar and he held his arms out as Gus made a beeline for him. When the dog hit him square in the chest, all one hundred and fifty five pounds of massive canine, Alex went back. Whereas usually it was a practiced routine, Alex was caught up by the barstool behind him and he went down, Gus atop of him, licking his face. It was a good thing he didn't have to breathe to survive. NightotheAngel: Kalypso remembered the woman from when she first arrived to Seattle. She smiled and partially laughed as she seen Gus and Alex reunited. She remained respectful as she looked to Alea. Not saying much before looking to Teddy.:: Alea Dracoslovic: Alea watched, one brow rising as Alex rolled about the floor with the dog like a commoner. She shed her coat, letting it fall, and knowing full well the driver would catch it before the mink touched floor. The sheer silk kaftan left nothing to the imagination, and nothing was worn beneath it. Cold gaze swept over the room, landing on the girl. "You're still alive. Congratulations." NightotheAngel: Kalypso painted on a smile.::"Thanks.":: Softly smirked as she looked to Alex and Gus.::"Uh Alex. Hate to break up the reunion but you do have a guest.":: She tried to be polite as she moved over to Ales to try and help with Gus.:: Alex Vipond: Alex finally shoved Gus off of him, his hands still petting, and yes, checking him over to make certain that he was in fact, in good health. And not sporting any holes he shouldn't be. Not that he figured Alea would stoop to feeding from an animal but one never knew what the psychotic bitch would do. "Thank you for bringing him to me." He gave Kaly a smile of thanks for her help and then looked back at Alea. Alea Dracoslovic: "You're welcome." She looked around the place, and while the crowd was sparse it was sure to pick up soon. She'd timed her arrival well. One fingertip ran down along the edge of the bar, and then she was moving off to check the rest of the room out. "Where is she?" She turned on her heel, and looked back at Alex. NightotheAngel: Kalypso just watched the conversation between the two. She put her hand out to let Gus smell her before she went and pet him. She relaxed a bit but still kept her guard up.:: RJ MuIIiganl: RJ strolled into the 7, draped in a fleece lined bomber jacket with various Army related patches scattered across the sleeves and back. He was scowling into his new cell phone as he poked at the damned thing. Kalypso would know how to make this thing work. He tucked it into the pocket of his jeans as he moved deeper inside, searching for the kid and thus a slim hope of sanity regarding this whole 'smart phone' business. As he crossed the room to confront the girl with this new fangled 'technology,' RJ happened to pass Alea, whose outfit did what every red blooded male couldn't resist doing. He glanced down to the sheer fabric of her top and forked a brow. "Nice tits," he said casually as he moved behind her, beelining for Kalypso. "Hey kid, do me a favor, yeah?" RJ removed the phone from his pocket and offered it out to her like some kind of distasteful piece of trash. "Tell me what half the shit on this thing does, and I'll buy you a soda." Alex Vipond: "She who?" Alex regarded her, keeping that mental lid locked down tight. He wasn't admitting to a damned thing, and yes, he could play poker. Quite well. He'd not seen Alea since he'd left her, some six hundred and eighty years ago. And yes, he too had noticed the tits, but then she meant for him to. Otherwise she wouldn't have worn that damned blouse. Bitch. RJ MuIIiganl: Of course. RJ considered it a generosity to compliment her tits. If you show them, you want people to see them. Not that he was complaining.. They were nice tits. NightotheAngel: "And you think I know how to work this how? I only own two pieces of technology and Im still getting used to things.":: She was not surprised by the conversations the two had before her. She liked it when people were comfortable enough around her to be themselves.::"Why cant you figure it out? Or dont you have the patience too?":: figured it was the latter knowing RJ.::"your military didnt you have all the technology at your finger tips?":: Yes she still had that smartass streak. Regardless of how tall he was.::: RJ MuIIiganl: "Because you're a teenager. Teenagers are the next Skynet. Anything digital is automatically known to them, or so I've gathered." He set the phone down onto the bar and found himself studying the bottles against the mirrored wall almost wistfully. "Military technology is different. You know how to set up a taser trap? Or wire a continuous line of C4 to blow seconds after one another? This shit is different. You can't tap into drone feeds and it doesn't have FLIR." Alea Dracoslovic: She smirked at, looking him over as he passed her for the bar and the girl there whose help he needed. "Thanks. Nice ass." She looked back at Alex. "Nicole. She's gone missing. I presume you have her, stashed away somewhere." She ran her finger along another surface as she walked about, then rubbed her fingers and thumb together as if clearing the digits from dirt and then turned to pin Alex with her eyes. NightotheAngel: She looked to RJ. ::"Even think about getting a bottle your on your own. Yeah just because Im a teenager by age. Doesnt mean I know their culture. What are you talking about Skynet?":: Raising a brow as she decided to play with the phone a bit and hopefully not break it. But if she did it was on him. She sighed as she stretched. She stopped petting Gus and tended to the phone.:: RJ MuIIiganl: See? One compliment earns another. Gus? What the fuck was a Gus? RJ looked down to see what sort of furry creature Kalypso had been stroking. Alex Vipond: Gus, going for a ride. RJ MuIIiganl: That wasn't a Gus. That was a fucking horse. The beast in RJ stirred, disliking the fact that this... thing.. was so close to Kal. Lip curled in a half snarl, and he glared at the animal to let him know the pecking order. Alex Vipond: Boy was RJ barking up the wrong cell tower with that one. Alex watched Alea as she moved, a flicker of annoyance touching his features before he schooled his expression once more. Gus by this time, was sitting on his feet. "Why would I know where your minions are? Having trouble keeping track are you? Do I smell mutiny? Blood in the water? Sharks circling?" NightotheAngel: Kalypso kept quiet as she listened partially to Alea and Alex. She was carefule about letting a smirk pass her lips. It appeared as if her focus was on the phone mostly. She looked to Rj with the quirk of her brow.::"Oh Knock it off Its Alex's pet. He is not going to hurt me. If that was the case he would have when he came in.":: Laughing a bit at Rj:: RJ MuIIiganl: It was in his nature. Sue him. "You watch your fucking tone, kid." He was in no mood to be poked fun at. NightotheAngel: "Hey Warden. In case you didnt notice I have enough protection between you and Alex and Gus. ":: softly sighs and leans forward on the bar as she sipped her water.:: Alea Dracoslovic: "I can arrange for some." She smirked as she watched Alex, then moved toward RJ, the big brute that he was, and she took up a lean against the bar next to him. She'd seen the longing glance toward the bottles, and she looked to the tender. "Tequila." Then she held up two fingers and looked at RJ. "Join me?" RJ MuIIiganl: Not more than a month ago, RJ would have poured all the charms he contained onto a woman like her. Blues followed as she lounged, giving one last look at her tits before finally meeting her eyes. Tequila, not his choice of poison, RJ MuIIiganl: though he'd had enough of it when the occasion arose. The demon on his shoulder was whispering. One wouldn't hurt. Just one, then he'd stop. One and done. No. He'd come too far for this. He'd be a coward to give in now. "No, but thanks." He could read her like a book. She was the type to tempt, to cajole and coo until a man broke. He'd be on his guard around her. "Wouldn't mind a coke, though." NightotheAngel: Kalypso didnt say much a she smirked. As she continued to figure out the phone. She eventually was getting frustrated with it as she set it down with a bang on the bar top. She moved from the bar to a booth for a bit with her water. She stretched and smirked watching Rj and Alea. Curious how to he would feel if he knew the history with Alea and Kalypso. Not that there was much to tell. Just arrived into the city and she worked for Alea for a bit.:: Alea Dracoslovic: "Shame." She took up the first glass and knocked it back, then reached for the second. It too was swiftly dispatched and she not once blinked an eye. She locked her gaze to his and licked her lips, before sliding her gaze toward Alex. "What about you, pet? Or do you still have that nasty allergy?" RJ MuIIiganl: Holy shit, that looked good. Just the action of tossing back a shot made his mouth water. Thankfully, Kal offered much needed distraction by slamming down his phone. "Christ on a dinner plate, kid. Watch it." Rough hands scooped it up and tucked it back into his pocket. He'd ask JJ later. Alex Vipond: Not annoyed, not annoyed, not annoyed. If he thought it enough, maybe he'd believe it. So far... not working. "Well, thank you for coming down. Good to see you again. You're looking good, by the way, not a day over....." And he let it hang there, one hand resting on Gus' head, whose tongue was now hanging from the side of his mouth and he was drooling on the floor. If Alex could bottle that shit and sell it, he'd put Penzoil out of business. Alea Dracoslovic: Eyes narrowed on him, and then she turned back to the bar to gesture for another round. If she just happened to brush against RJ's arm in the process... No blood, no foul, right? What's a little nipple amongst friends? Her eyes watched Alex for his reaction. RJ MuIIiganl: Stonefaced, he took a swig of his coke. RJ wasn't most men, and he could control himself quite well when it came to matters other than booze or beasts. Besides, he caught that little glance she gave Alex, and had NO intention of being drawn into the middle of an attempted jealousy maneuver. "Better tie those puppies up, lady. Someone might mistake you for a loose woman." Yes, he went there. A mild admonishment for using him as a pawn. Alex Vipond: Alex's reaction was one of boredom. "Well, I have things I have to do. Thank you for taking care of Gus. Maybe some day I can return the favor with one of your pets." He didn't mention Nicolette's cat. If the cat was still alive and well, he didn't want to bring Alea's attention to it, or admit he'd been in contact with his sister. Alea Dracoslovic: A smirk was given Alex and then she looked back at RJ. "One can mistake all they want. It is of no concern to me." She glanced back to Alex. "Should you see your sister, do let her know that I am concerned about her. I haven't seen her since the day before your wedding." She paused, a smile touching her lips, and then her expression turned cunning. "And how is the little woman?" Alex Vipond: Alex's expression remained carefully neutral. "She is quite well, thank you. I will tell her you asked." He didn't tell her that Meghan was marked. Not yet. He wanted that ace in the hole before he played that hand. RJ MuIIiganl: And RJ said nothing. He didn't know what was going on between those two, but he didn't want to be the one who let slip any secrets. Alea Dracoslovic: RJ was a smart man. "She and I should have lunch someday. I'm sure we would have so much to talk about. Notes to compare. Do you still do that little thing with the ears? I always found that very stimulating." Alex Vipond: "My sex life is not a topic for discussion with you, now or ever, with anyone." He shook his head. "Just what is it you want, Alea? Seriously. One would think after all this time that you would have gotten over it. Moved on. Found something in life to enjoy." Alea Dracoslovic: "I had that! And you walked away." She glared at him, straightening from her lean to regard him, a step toward him taken. RJ MuIIiganl: Like a man to wrap around her little finger? Oh, now RJ was tensing, the Protector instinct bubbling to the surface. Alex may be a vampire, but he was unofficially part of the Pack. Soda can was nudged away as he casually turned around in his seat, as if moving to get a better view of the coming fracas. Alex Vipond: "No, Alea. You didn't have that. We didn't have that. All we did was fight and fuck, and I don't know about you, but that is not a basis of a relationship." Alea Dracoslovic: She recoiled as if slapped, a step back taken as she regarded him. A low snarl left her lips and she turned on her heel, snatching her coat from her driver as she passed him, but she didn't bother putting it on before she stepped out into the frigid night air. Anger fueled her as she moved to the car, one foot tapping as she waited for the driver to catch up and open the door for her. RJ MuIIiganl: RJ watched the woman storm off, the anger slowly receding, replaced by curiosity. "I'd get my locks changed, if I were you. She looks the type to sit outside your house at midnight with a knife and a bottle of chocolate syrup." Alex Vipond: Watching her go, one brow rose. Apparently he struck a nerve. He looked over at RJ. "Exes....." She's never been to my house, fortunately, and she can't get in." Alex moved to the bar and settled. "I do believe she read more into it than there was." If he smoked he would have lit one up, smoking laws or no. As it was, he pulled his pack of gum, offered a piece out ot RJ then pulled one for himself. Gus had followed him over and once more sat on his feet, leaning into Alex's legs, glad to have his person back. The other one smelled funny. RJ MuIIiganl: Again, he shook his head in polite refusal. "Not a gum person." Rather, he pulled out one of his own cigarettes and lit it with his bronze lighter. He studied the massive mutt as he took the first pull. "That often happens. Woman I knew in Thailand thought I was going to marry her just because I stopped in to see her every time I was in the area." He still felt a bit guilty about that. "She cooked a good meal, sang a lovely tune and was one hell of a lay." And RJ had directed her toward one of the neighboring local men who'd had his eye on her for years. He could only hope they'd gotten together. "Hell of a dog you've got there. Ever thought of hiring him out for pony rides?" Alea Dracoslovic: Settling into the back of the car, as the driver closed the door, she seethed inwardly. How dare he? The little prick. Though in retrospect, he'd not once given her any tender words. Her eyes narrowed. as the car pulled away and headed back toward the manse. Alex Vipond: "The neighborhood kids like to skateboard with him." But yeah he knew about women reading more into a situation. Alea obviously had. "I was never well and truly bonded to her. I mean when commanded, I had to, obviously, obey, but once she released me from that sire bond, that was it. Couldn't see me for dust." RJ MuIIiganl: "The fuck IS a sire bond, anyway? Some vampire lingo?" He picked up his soda and stood, nodding his head toward one of the tables. He couldn't stand being so close to the liquor anymore. He had self control, but there was a limit to every man. Alex Vipond: "The bond between maker and fledgling. We, when turned, must obey our sire, until released from that bond. Most, once the fledgling vampire is capable of independence, release them from that bond. Others maintain it as a way of controlling their offspring." RJ MuIIiganl: "By the look of her, I'm thinking you made the decision on your own? She doesn't seem the type to share her toys."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 11, 2013 22:14:33 GMT -8
021113 Studio 7 CW
Alex Vipond: Alex was heading up front, gum rolling around his mouth from one side to the other as he chewed. He'd been working for the last few hours on remastering music for the album. Some he wanted to rerecord, but by and large it was done. He was his own worst critic and found flaw where there was none. A fact others tended to find annoying.
A Creole Soul: New City same woes. Trying to find work in this economy was like getting a nun to screw; impossible. Good thing she always made sure to earn cash whenever she could to help her through the dry seasons. However, here in Seattle, the dry season was colder than fuck so she was spending the night cruising around for another place to haunt. The Lounge was right up her alley, but she couldn't become a regular anywhere right now, safer to stay mobile. It was the Seven that caught her attention. Seven had so many mythical, spiritual and of course religious connotations. Might as well check it out. So the beater was parked and she quickly hotfooted it from the clunking closed door to the front of the building. The cold did not sit well with her ass! She tugged the door open praying they were open so she could escape ol' man Winter. -d-
Alex Vipond: The place opened at noon, and while the crowd thus far was sparse, it would pick up later. No shows were scheduled until Friday, but that didn't mean people wouldn't get up on stage and do their thing. When the door opened, Alex naturally looked that direction, taking note of the woman who had been up on stage at Lucid last night. He gave her a nod and then continued to the bar. A Creole Soul: Yeah, same chick who sang to sing but definitely not in the same class as the blonde bird who sang before her. Skull cap was pull down tight over that lengthy brunette mane, which was left down. Layers were the key and tonight she was even sporting some knee high boots. Real boots that smart people wear in the winter. Eyes adjusted to the difference in light in time to catch the nod. A dip of the head was returned as she started towards the bar for something to help warm her insides. Visibly her body shuddered as she walked... like someone had walked over her grave. Eerie. -d- Sake And Spice: The roar of that stroked out 427 was deafened only by the music blaring from that 65 hot pink mach 1, the song of choice was Gangnam style by jayesslee. Stopping the car infront of the studio, suki wanted her to check it out after all her little girl was into music and had a voice like an angel. But she didnt know if this venue would cater to a teen musician. Shutting down her car, she set the parking break and stepped out. Grabbing her purse and locking her car up, she walked towards the entrance of the building, a place like this wasnt one for a pants suit, so she wore a red slip dress that hugged her curves nicely. Red heals clicking as those long mocha legs took her inside. A slender hand lifted pushing red tipped nails through her dark reddish brown hair, almond shaped dark chocolate eyes looked the place over slowly. She didnt know who she had to talk to, but she would find out eventually as she made her way to the bar, plump red lips forming a smile, if she could make her baby happy then she would be the number one mom in the world!-end-
Make Me MentaI: It was simply to damn cold to be riding the bike tonight and so she was making good use of that Red Benz. Dressed in her usual of leathers, Meghan pulled into her parking spot. The engine switched off and rather than making her way in through the front like most people, she was real good friends with the owner and the main music group here and came in throughthe back. She made the trek down the hall and then past her husband's studio before reaching the open floor and headed towards the bar. Teddy, the tender, got a wave and a smile while her sexy ass rock star husband, got a hug and a kiss. "Hey baby. Just got through taking Gus to the park and after dropping him off at home, decided I'd come by here." Gaze slid from Alex to a couple new entries and a nod was given before attention was back on the man wrapped up in her arms. [d]
Alex Vipond: It was cold, but then it was Seattle. It was kind of a given. Leaning against the bar, Alex gave a nod to Teddy. "Let me have a scotch." Yes, he was on day three, and no hives. Granted he'd not had a great deal, but he was so far liking the fact that he wasn't having an adverse reaction. Sakura was given a nod when she came in, and then when Meghan came in and hugged him, his arm slipped around her waist, his smile lit up and her kiss was returned. Lifting his head as she described her day with Gus, he slid his hand into her hair. " How's he doing? No lingering ill effects from being surrounded by psychosis?"
Sake And Spice: Cold never bothered her, in fact what she wore was probably driving most people nuts trying to figure out how in the hell she wore this stuff in the cold, but growing up in tokyo and being naturally hot blooded if she didnt stay out in it too long she was fine! Eyes went to the love birds a moment then to whoever was tending the bar, she wasnt really here to drink or socialize, but it wouldnt hurt. After all who knew some of these people may have kids she would teach in the near future.-end- Make Me MentaI: She was glad he had yet to have any... side effects from his recent discovery, even if by accident. Which, she found kind of funny, but knew it could have been much more serious. Thankfully, it hadn't. With her arms still encircling about his waist still, she nuzzled into the touch of his hand in her hair while smiling up at him. "I think he'll be okay. He seems a little skittish maybe? Like he's maybe expecting her to just... pop up at any minute. So it makes me wonder if she did something to him or if he just knows she's a bitch and isn't like you, even if she's your kind." She paused a moment. "Charlie is with him now... " [d] Alex Vipond: Nodding, Alex kissed her forehead. "It may take him a while to get over her presence. There's an instinctive flinch response that takes time to subside." Kind of like Robert Hays in Airplane with his drinking problem.
A Creole Soul: A seat was taken at the bar and she pulled her skull cap off to relieve her follicles of the stress the wool protection put upon them. Fingers ran through the loose strands while she stuffed the woll torture device into her pocket. She quietly awaited her chance and when this 'Teddy' character came by hazels fixated on him. "Bourbon double, shar." And that was all she would say. Busying herself with udoing the multiple layers she was wearing to stay warm. -d-
Make Me MentaI: "Yeah, its like he'll go and have fun and be himself, but then he suddenly catches himself and starts looking around." Meghan sighed inwardly a bit. "I am about like you now... I'm ready to beat some ass. This woman... Alea... your maker... has caused nothing but trouble since she arrived. And... it just gets even crazier... your sister, her plan to kill you because of Alea's lies... Its really getting out of hand. She needs to be stopped. The sooner, the better." Worry and concern creased her forehead. [d] Alex Vipond: "Well they say animals can sense asshole so it only stands to reason they can sense bitch as well." He nodded, took up his glass and offered her a drink. "Relax. Look..." He took a sip and then offered it out to her. "Day three, no hives." He regarded her. "Let's not talk about my crazy ex." Emphasis on the ex. "Let's talk tour."
Sake And Spice: When the tender came up to her to ask her order, she smiled and thought it over."Gin dry"simple drink but she wasnt seeking to get drunk."Who do i talk to about getting a person on stage here?"she asked the tender hoping to get an answer, when her gin arrived she was handed a card for the clubs owner. Nodding she lifted her gin and took a sip, chocolate eyes looking to the other person at the bar peeling off layers. Head canted a moment.-end-
Alex Vipond: Teddy would ask her what she had in mind, IE was she looking to get up or was she looking to get someone else up. If it was the latter, he'd slide eyes toward Alex. Alex Vipond: That, came out so very wrong.
A Creole Soul: So glad she can't read minds. Yep. -d-
Make Me MentaI: Meghan smirked with the first of his replies. "This is true." Gaze watched as Alex took to the scotch for a moment and then offeredit out to her. She accepted, took a sip and handed it back. "I'm trying... but some people make that difficult." she nodded. "Alright, but... first... how's your sister?" [d]
A Creole Soul: The delivery of the drink brought a slight smile to her lips and this time she was already sliding over some cash on the counter for the man working the bar. Leather jacket and hoodie were removed but the tshirt over her thermal long sleeve kept enough warmth in her body. Lengthy fingers coiled around the glass and slowly dragged it towards her. The devil is comin a callin to warm the soul. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Not sure. Haven't seen her since the night before last when her husband showed up." He nodded. "Kind of a shock, that. Then again, I had one when she showed up so... I can understand a little bit what she's going through. Granted our situations are different, but still..."He shrugged, and let out a breath, the glass taken back, another small sip taken, before he set it down on the bar. He glanced to the woman from Lucid, and smiled. "Hi, didn't catch your name last night, but I'm Alex and this is my wife, Meghan."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan nodded as she listened and then sighed. "Wow... yeah... that'sjust crazy." She paused a moment. "I hope she's okay... and maybe things can start for the better soon." When Alex turned his attention to another patron, she looked to the woman and smiled. A wave given. [d]
A Creole Soul: Figures that the moment the glass touched her lips someone would speak to her. So the first sip was taken before that wicked devil's advocate displayed it's whip like ability to strike before she could even bite ti back. "Don't rememba throwin' it." Glass was set down and she twisted slightly in her stool to actually offer the pair a half smile. Seattle really did have nice people didn't it? Creepy. "Aleria, shar. Nice to meetcha....both." Glass lifted in genuine gesture of hello amongst barflies. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded. "Pleasure's mine. Loved your singing last night, very well done."
A Creole Soul: Glass was lowered with an almost inaudible thunk onto the counter. "Oh dat? Shar dat was just some little hummin but I thank ya kindly."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan remained quiet for the moment, but when he mentioned the words last night, she smirked. Last night had been... fun. Games were always fun. [d]
Alex Vipond: Well send him a picture of boobs and he's gonna take that as an invitation. He looked at Meghan and smirked, another sip was taken from the glass; the gum in his mouth was rolled back to the other side. "Watch it." He smirked, and offered the glass out again.
Make Me MentaI: Meghan just grinned and gave a innocent shrug of shoulders."What?" she asked and took the offered glass. [d]
A Creole Soul: Hey, Alex wasn't alone, had someone with a great rack sent her some naked titty pics she would be thinking along the same lines. Boobs rule. Thumb ubbed idly back and forth across the rim of the glass as hazels shifted from the couple back down to the bourbon. -d- Make Me MentaI: If Alex wasn't careful, next time, she'd send a picture of something else. And not boobs. [d]
Alex Vipond: Yes, yes they did. There was a reason why men did not have their own. They'd never get anything done. "So, the first date is on the sixth, in Boston." Well now she was just teasing.
A Creole Soul: Careful. Once you put them kinda pics out in the universe ya never know where they might surface. -d-
Alex Vipond: The next meme?
A Creole Soul: And if she wasn't talking a pretty kitty pic then Alex might be gettin a woody pic and we don't mean a VanHelsin stake. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex did his best to avoid those.
A Creole Soul: Both kinds right?
Make Me MentaI: And don't dare her. He should know by now... she never backs down. As for her pics? Aslong as her face isn't shown, proof is hard to come by. Besides, she was pretty sure, Alex wasn't one to share. [d]
A Creole Soul: Share no? Steal from the cyber cloud... egad it is possible! And as pretty her kitty might be, it'd be a shame for it be stolen for mass distribution. -d-
Make Me MentaI: And then there is the matter of, kitteh pics or not. Not that she couldn't or wouldn't do that, but Meghan was thinking more along the lines of her.... assests. [d]
Alex Vipond: Pics and stakes? Damned right. And just make sure no distinguishing marks are showing. Like tats and the like. Alex liked her assets. A lot. Preferred them live, up close and personal, though. A Creole Soul: Meant more along the lines of stakes and woodies. But yeah, what did she know? She was just some stranger in town drinking a bourbon. Don't mind her. -d- Alex Vipond: Digital age. Nothing ever went away. Can't stop the signal, Mal... "After Boston, we have Annapolis, DC, Miami, Chicago, Denver, LA, San Francisco and then back home."
A Creole Soul: With one hand still coiled around the glass, the other rose and began rubbing at the back of her neck. There was this nagging feeling going on and she couldn't shake it. Like some demon was just beneath the surface. Anyone ever get that feeling? Quick drink of bourbon was taken to try and shake off the thoughts. -d- Make Me MentaI: Meghan listened as he named off several of the cities they'd be traveling to for this tour. Maybe it would be a good thing. A chance to get away from all this craziness, while in hopes that things began to settle down. "Sounds like we're going to be pretty busy. And its go go goooo...." she said with a grin. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yes, and this is a short tour." Alex noted the gesture from Aleria, and wondered at it. She seemed a bit ... tense. Looking back at Meghan, he took up that glass again. He wasn't sure why it was that his allergy seemed to have dried up but it had. Maybe it was a gradual process he'd never noted or maybe it came from Meghan. Likely, he would never know.
A Creole Soul: Its the demons man, just the demons. Constantly clawing at you and trying to drag you down. Filling your head with those dark thoughts to haunt your every waking moment. You know, all that great Rainbow Brite shit. Bourbon was lifted and drained, already signaling Teddy for a refill before she finished swallowing the mouthful she had. -d-
Make Me MentaI: The fact that they were bonded, might have a good deal to do with it. Especually with such a strong connection, made even stronger. "Well, at least this will be a nice way to break me in, right?" she teased. "Then its on to bigger and better?" [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yep. Europe, Asia, South America... We will be taking security, I have no desire to be held for ransome in Brazil again." Again. Yes, it had already happened once. Fortunately all they wanted was five grand to let him and the band go.
A Creole Soul: Due diligence! Teddy was on the case and ready with bottle in hand to refill her glass the moment she set it back down, but he waved a hand to signal she didn't need to pay right away. The guy must've known she wasn't going to be a two drink date. -d-
Alex Vipond: That Teddy had a good eye for repeat customers.
chronic violet: Trees around the parking lot hardened to her on arrival. Wicked winds which smell of lightning, rain, and salt blew the hem of the winter white wool trench coat she wears cinched tightly about her waist. The fact that she is in all off-white from beret cap to gloves, corduroy trousers and boots, is no surprise. White is actually a staple in her closet. A constant reminder of things she should never forget. She pulled the card from her coat pocket with gloved fingers to check the address. The blustering wind tore it from her, taking it high up towards the dark gray creep of the night. She watched it until she couldn't see it anymore amongst a swirl of detritus from the city street. " Oh, bother." Lola went to the door of the Studio and knocked. He had said to knock.
Make Me MentaI: Meghan couldn't believe they were going to be doing so much traveling in the near future. And then it was only going to happen more often from there on out. She could foresee... lots of crazy nights and fun times. Right along with bouts of exhaustion. But! She was looking so very forward to it because... it would be with him and she was going to be there to support him every step of the way. [d]
Alex Vipond: Sleeplessness, manic travel. One day in maybe five in an actual bed. Which for them wouldn't be unusual, until you factored in the sleeping part. With the knock on the door, Alex heard it if no one else had, and he looked that direction even as one of the bouncers by the door opened it up and regarded the woman. A Creole Soul: Teddy would get tipped well if he kept her liquored up properly. A good man behind the bar was hard to come by and relished when he kept proving his worth. And speaking of proving worth, if this was a studio, were they going to have some live music soon or what? Alex Vipond: Sadly, no one was scheduled until Friday, but that didn't mean that an impromptu jam session was out of the question. Make Me MentaI: Gaze shifted to where the bouncers opened a door and she watched as another woman was addressed. But then attention turned back to Alex for a moment. "I need to go make a call. I'll be in your studio for a few... I'm going to call Charlie to check on him and Gus. Make sure they are both alright." Meghan was just being cautious. Alea was as unpredictable as the wind at times. Meghan kissed his cheek, leaving a lipstick stain and smirking before moving off. [d]
chronic violet: Visions of black wings and scythes swirled behind her scowl as the door opened. He had also said, show the card! Mustering some courage up, a more thoughtful, if not simply placid smile over came her face. " I seem to have mis-placed my card. I am Lola Darling, here for a meeting with Mstr. Vipond," in the shadow of the bouncers bulk she appeared alot more fragile a creature. Winsome, even, " Is my name on some kind of a list perhaps,?" (d)
Alex Vipond: The bouncer regarded her, chalking her up to some kind of not so rabid fan, she wasn't crying or fanning herself, after all, and then hooked a thumb toward the bar. "He's over there."
A Creole Soul: She motioned to Teddy that she would be taking her drink to a quiet chair in the corner and that is precisely where she headed to cop a squat. Looks like it'd be a long night of drinking and warming her insides before she headed back to the motel to try and get some sleep. -d-
chronic violet: Lola sidled past Paul Bunyon into the studio more properly. At the bar sat Arelia, she sort of recognized her from the mood lighting of the jazz club last night. She almost fed a compulsion for cliche's to say; 'of all the gin joints in all the world', but thought better of it, opting to wave a greeting instead. As for Mstr. Vipond, he looked busy. Rather than bother him in the midst of some rock star type business she chose to take a seat and wait. (d)
A Creole Soul: A hand rose in salute towards Lola in acknowledgement.
Alex Vipond: He wasn't busy. He was nursing a scotch that he was finding a great deal of enjoyment in. A discovery he'd made, just two days prior. When Lola showed up, he smiled and waved to her, pushing from his lean against the bar to move toward her. "Hey, you made it."
chronic violet: " Yes, indeedee. Is this your studio,?" Lola took a look around thoughtfully, all proprietor's have pride and egos; it's not just for the rich and famous. " Seems quiet. Do they always have bars in them?" (D)
Alex Vipond: "Not mine. Belongs to a friend and it's a full service music venue. There are studio spaces for rent, long and short term. And some smaller booths where kids can record themselves singing to their favorite bands. But the larger spaces are full service. Bands can rehearse and record without worry of being either overheard or drown out by other bands or any live action going on, onstage... which there isn't any at the moment, but come Friday, the place will be scheduled nearly every day of the week."
chronic violet: Truly, she didn't know a garage from a professional studio. Though, this place certainly seemed the latter. " I am so sorry! I thought, It was just that, " taking a deep breath, she collected what remained of her scattered thoughts and exhaled, " I should come back another night, perhaps. When you aren't relaxing with your friends." (d)
Alex Vipond: He smiled and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. I get it all the time. Even my manager asks me questions about the place as if it were mine." He waved at her to stay her. "No, please. Stay. My wife had to make a phone call. Her father is babysitting." The dog, but Gus was like a kid.
chronic violet: Unceremoniously, she tugged off her gloves, hat, and scarf. Shoving them into her coat pocket. The tips of her pale blonde hair stood up with static, " I saw a picture of you two on the internet I confess," she sat down in the seat opposite him and crossed her legs. " she's quite lovely, you're a very lucky fellow." (d)
Alex Vipond: "You did?" He smiled and settled, leaning back. "I am, and thank you. We're very happy."
chronic violet: " So, as I said last night. I am not really a singer. That would be Jules, the woman I stood in for last night. I'm just," and at this Lola stopped. She hadn't really thought about what to tell anyone. " I'm just a Concierge of sorts," that sounded humble and trade-like. " Time management, relocation services, errands," all of the above were truths; just not wholly truthful. No one ever said she couldn't lie outright, but, better to err on the side of caution. No matter the company one keeps. (d)
Alex Vipond: The glass in hand was cradled, long fingers, those used to play various instruments, turned the glass slowly on the table between them as he regarded her. She was holding back. That much he could tell, but that was all he could tell within the confines of Studio 7. Javier's handiwork prevented him from delving. "Well, concierge you may be, but you have a remarkable voice. And I have a piece that I think you would be very well suited for."
chronic violet: What did she think about all of this? It was supposed to be a bucket list of sorts. Funny. Ironic in a hipster way. " That is very kind of you to say," well of course it is. Don't be a dolt, Lola, " I mean, I'm flattered." At that moment she wished she still smoked more than just the occasional steal or two, just so she'd have something to do with her hands besides fidgetting. " I read an article yesterday, about a movie Dave Grohl is making. Its a documentary on a studio in California that every (mostly all of them) great band who ever had a number one hit recorded their album on..most having at least ONE number one single from it. It was fascinating. I intend to watch it.” (d Alex Vipond: "A very talented man." Alex nodded. "I'll have to catch it myself." He folded his arms on the table and leaned forward, that gum in his mouth shifted to the other side again. "Give the song a run through. See how it feels."
chronic violet: Over one shoulder and then the other, she looked. Was he speaking to her. What song? It wasn't like she'd even be able to practice it in the shower first! Again, funny and ironic. " Song? Now?", at least no one else was watching. With any Luck, his wife wouldn't be pained by that feeling we all get when someone does something stupid and embarassing. You know, where you wince at the television because their pain is your empathy. Lola swallowed a lump. " Well, alright."(d)
Alex Vipond: "Why not? We can go back to my studio, and I'll get us set up and we can give it a go." He nodded. Rising, taking his glass up, he gestured toward the hall that would lead to his studio and his wife, who was playing concerned momma to a hundred and fifty five pound bull mastiff, that outweighed her husband.
chronic violet: Without fear, she was nothing but a clumsy young woman. Tripping over nothing but her own feet, dropping a glove and picking it up, following him down the hallway. I mean, the worst that could happen is it sounds awful. Not like she had dreams of being a celebrity anyway. Yes, funny and ironic. Lola had gotten a bottle of water from the bartender before they took their stroll into the studio proper. You know, in case her mouth got dry or something. " Oh. Is that the baby you were referring to? A Bull Mastiff? Dog of Kings," Lola acknowledged. (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex paused, hand on the door, the door open, and regarded her, one brow rising. "As a matter of fact..." She was something different, alright. He smiled and gestured her inward, a glance toward Meghan given to see if she was still on the phone. Once they were in, he'd close the door and flip the light switch beside it to warn folks that yes, recording was going on. Moving to the console in the control booth, he flipped through pages of sheet music until he came up with the song he was looking for. He offered it out to Lola.
chronic violet: Sheet music. E-gads how long had it been since she read through that? A finger trailed the line of the song, making annotations for her part with a pencil she found in the stand. " Can I hear it?", Audial learner perhaps. Lola opened her water bottle and took a swig. (d)
Alex Vipond: "Of course." Alex paused at the console, and set everything up, before stepping into the studio. Picking up his Tak from the stand, he slung it over his shoulder and then moved a stool into place before plugging in. "Come on in, just close the door behind you."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan was off the phone, and since it looked like Alex and a friend were about to strike up some music, she kept quiet, watched with a smile, and sat back to enjoy the show. [d]
chronic violet: In affect. That was the thoughts that ran along side the lyrics. Clearly, their was love in the song. She could understand that from the lyrics themselves. But to delve into that, and be a voice, for someone else took a moment. You had to channel something personal, and that was going to be more challenging. Personal experiences, being in short commodity here. She closed the door on auto pilot, sort of whispering the lyrics as the track rolled. A little water spilled from her bottle across her arm that pinned it to her chest. Lola took off her coat and let it sling over an extra stool. " Can we warm up with something I know first?" (d)
Alex Vipond: Once she was in, Alex seemed to have second thoughts and unplugged and settled the Tak back on its stand, moving to the piano instead. "Sure, what do you want to run through?" He settled on the bench, adjusted the mic, and then looked back at her.
chronic violet: She had funny little fidgets that were completely her own. The way her fingers spider crawled in front of her before she picked up the headphones and stepped towards the microphone. How her nose twitched after she swallowed a gulp of water. The way she stared at the floor with such focus that her pupils would dialate wide. Draw upon something you know. Which was harder said than done. She did draw on something, from someone who would know. Like someone watching a micro fiche scrolling across a black computer screen with green text: Or someone watching a series of events flash by their very eyes. Life. Someones life. " Whenever you're ready." (d)
Alex Vipond: Alex settled his headphones on his ears and then gave her a nod. "Ready." He would take his cues from Lola on this one.
chronic violet: Sad. This song was old, and folkish. It's a song about losing true love. Death. Longing. How it persevered. How simple it was to only love one person, until the end. What you would want to show, how to show it, and when it slips from your grasp. Sweet. Soulful. Mellifluous. "...for no one but you." If you could have one day to learn what love is, wouldn't you pick this couple? Draw upon something, you know.(d)
Alex Vipond: When she began, Alex rose once more, headphones off, and moved to pick up his guitar onc more. Piano would overpower, this needed something more subtle, and Alex fell in with the tune, softly strumming, unplugged.
chronic violet: Unlike most ballads we know now, this was relatively short. It ended simply, very much like a last breath. She lifted her head from her penitence and concentration taking a sip of water . For a split second, her eyes belonged to someone else. Brown perhaps? Certainly not their warm green color. She stood rocking back and forth on her heels. " Okay?"(d) Alex Vipond: "More than." He nodded, and settled the Tak back on its stand before he moved back to the piano. Settling, he looked at her and nodded, starting in on the intro, before he began to sing.
Alex Vipond: Lay by my side Arms intertwined Open your heart And close your eyes chronic violet: Considerately she gave the song less power with good control, singing under Alex.
Both: Now here I stand My head in my hands I never knew... How, to get, to you.
Alex Vipond: Singing with her, he closed his eyes and let the music wash over him.
Both: So Wait Wait here for me And someday we'll see What our love's supposed to be And put Put your hand in mine For all of time You will be A Part Of Me A Part Of Me
chronic violet: They had always said, Emphasize your strong points, doll-face. It made her smile to think of 'them'. Whomever they were. It did give her courage to put a little more feeling behind the push; after Alex would sing the lyric:
Alex Vipond: My feet are on the ground
chronic violet: Lola would continue with: My Head is spinning 'round. chronic violet: Softly she smiled, shyly; perhaps:
Both: So much to lose; I give it all to you.
Alex Vipond: Alex moved into the chorus with her.
Both: So Wait Wait here for me And someday we'll see What our love's supposed to be And put Put your hand in mine For all of time You will be A Part Of Me A Part Of Me
Both: When your blood is running cold:
chronic violet: This, she felt with a chill up her arms, was significant to more than just her. But for them. She fixated on Alex's face, and somehow plainly read it as truth.
Both: And when you're losing all control....
Alex Vipond: I'll be there
chronic violet: 'Cause I’m part of you...
Alex Vipond: And you're A Part Of Me too
Both: So Wait Wait here for me And someday we'll see What our love's supposed to be And put Put your hand in mine For all of time You will be A Part Of Me A Part Of Me
chronic violet: Broken eye contact turned more casual. Too long, too much to read. Maybe this was a bad idea? Lola bit the inside of her cheek. " That sounded all right, for a first try. I think I messed up the first chorus." She had turned her back to rifle in her coat pocket for something. " Fun though. It was very fun." (d)
Alex Vipond: "No, it was good. We can give it another run through if you want, rehearse it a bit if you like." He nodded. And yes, there was meaning behind the song just played back in the back, in Alex's rented studio space. He rose from the bench and looked through the window into the control room at his muse.
chronic violet: Fidgeting, spider-leg crawling fingers twiddle. Her nose scrunches back and forth. She could never share what goes on in her ever spinning tornado of thoughts. It is a lot like being a voyeur sometimes, secrets that you don't want know. Experiences that you'd rather not share. Quirky girl. Silly and at times mischievous. Mostly, thoughtful. " Sure, I'll be right back," She'd excuse herself to the bathroom, water on her face, you know. Clear the stain of it all. Once, she'd been strolling down an avenue of brick buildings at dusk; from an alleyway she'd heard the slow, melancholy violin. It had been so beautiful the task seemed such a shame. Moments later, from within the confines of a studio apartment, the violin had silenced. Replaced by the faint beating of mighty wings. The player too, had much to say. He too, had shared a Life in flashing. (d)
Make Me MentaI: Meghan had been quiet, listening, watching and the music the pair sang, was absolutely beautiful. Both had such beautiful voices. And what made the song so much more meaningful, was because she knew it was heart felt. Especially with Alex. When he looked to her through the window, she smiled. It was a smile that said what words could not.. Meghan could be such a softy sometimes, and she got a little glassy eyed. Meghan nodded, gave a thumbs up to them both. Her stamp of approval. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex grinned back at her, then stepped into the control room, moving to the console. He stopped the recording and went into playback, listening to it again.
chronic violet: Lola sat on the floor of the ladies room. After a cursory inspection it looked clean enough for white pants right? She huddled into a ball, knees to her chest, and talked into a cell phone quietly. " I know. Yes. You're right. ", to whomever she spoke, she now listened with a coy smile, eyes rolling, head asserting a yes motion, " I am on holiday. Yes. Seattle is nice," the whisper became roughly audible, breathy almost, " I miss you too." Did she? Miss them too?" The call ended, and for now, her fears diverted to the task of having fun. Too true, again, funny and ironic! Lola pushed up the wall straightening her white sweater and dusting off the seat of her pants. (d)
Alex Vipond: "I think we nailed it." He smiled to Meghan as the song finished its playback. "Think that one will make a damned good single release."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan nodded and smiled. "I know you did and I agree." she replied. The leather clad woman leaned in heavily against her husband, all smiles. [d]
chronic violet: Lola came back to the recording studio quietly shutting the door behind her just as the tape recording had ended. Her arms swayed at her sides, around her hips, not finding a happy home of stillness. She waved a hand as she spoke, " Why hello. You must be Meghan. It is ever so nice to meet you, I'm Lola." (d)
DezzyGotDizzy: It was hard to distinguish the Dez in looney hero mode and the normal Dez sometimes. But it wasn’t so much today. She was wearing jeans and a baseball shirt that had a paddle with a shamrock on the front that said " Spank me I’m Irish on the front. Her jacket was her usual black MA-1 flight jacket and her hair was yanked up in a pony tail like she came out fresh from the shower. Dez looked good and tan today too.. in Seattle.. in the middle of winter.. so it was safe to say that she was charged up like a rechargable battery. Hands swinging at her sides as she came through the door to the bar part of the place and leaned in smootching Teddy on the cheek. As she Did so she snagged an orange juice from the mini fridge and winked heading back to the back when he nodded to the door. Once she stepped into the studio she donned that Rickie Ricardo faux accent and shouted playfully. " Lucy Im home.! "
Make Me MentaI: When Lola entered, gaze turned softly to the woman and she smiled. It was warm and friendly. "I am and its nice to meet you too Lola." Meghan offered her a hand in greeting. [d]
Alex Vipond: His hands slid down to her ass, and he nodded. "I like it when you're agreeable." He chuckled. When Lola came back in he smiled at her. "She saw us on the internet." He nodded as if that was just the cat's meow. Dez has been to the tanning salon. "I no has some 'splainin' to do!"
chronic violet: Almost extending a hand, Lola quickly pulled back to say with a little embarassment, " Oh, they're still damp," pointing from whence she came. " Sorry bout that, " a smile returned. " How is the dog of Kings? Behaving or being naughty?" (d)
DezzyGotDizzy: " LUcy you as some 'plaining to do! " Dies as he beat her too it and swooped in to place kisses on his and Megmonsters Cheeks. Blue green gaze looked to this Miss Lola and then bounced between Megs, Alex, and her before she nodded to herself. No one seems to be dead.. so thats a good thing Lola lives to fight another day! Stepping back she took a swallow of orange juice and leans back against the wall. " So.. whats the latest hmm? "
Alex Vipond: "Lola, Dezzy, Dezzy, Lola...." he nodded between them and then swapped out his gum for a fresh piece. That one had seen better days. "We gotta get geared up for tour."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan chuckled and gave a shake of her head. "Its okay, don't worry about it and Gus? He's fine. Just a lil jittery at times." When Alex said Lola had seen them on the internet, brows arched. "We were on the internet?" she asked with a laugh. When Dez showed up, sheleaned into the kiss pressed to her cheek and made sure to give the woman a hug before she could get away. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Apparently," he nodded. "Bound to happen, sooner or later."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan found that funny. She of all people... on the world wide web. [d]
chronic violet: " Very nice to meet you Dezzy," Names ran through her head. Desdemona? Desiree? Why? Just because. " I like your t-shirt", remarking with a smile and a point thatta way. " Funny." It was funny, right? Lola turned after the meet and greet to put her cell phone back into her coat pocket. Business-like. Professional. She had alot of work experience, though, none of it musically inclined. " After we met," she'd send Alex's way, " I did a bit of research was all. (d) DezzyGotDizzy: " Indeed we do boss. " She stepped back over and offered a hand to Lola. " Nice to meetcha Lola. " She looked down at the shirt and looked back at her with a smile. " My friend gave it to me for Christmas. " Then she was looking back and forth between the three and smirked. " Not the hottie in a bikini photos from the honeymoon I hope. " In reference to the WWW. -d
Alex Vipond: "Naw..." he shook his head at Dezzy. "We weren't... We didn't...." Well, there was that one time on the beach, and then the pool. Hot tub. At Waimea... When Dezzy bounded out like a flea on a griddle, he looked at Lola and shrugged. "I think she's got attention deficit issues."
chronic violet: " She seemed very sweet though. Good friend," there was more she wasn't telling. Prophetically she watched the girl's back leaving. " It is getting late, I should be going," don't overstay your welcome, doll-face. Advice from the little voice inside your head. " It really was a pleasure to get to do this. Here is my direct line," a cell phone. strange verbage. " Call it any time. I work strange hours, but I will get back to you as soon as humanly possible. " (d) Make Me MentaI: Meghan watched as Dezzy bounced in... and then right back out. Girl never stuck around as much these days and Meghan frowned. When Lola stood and announced her to need tohead out too, Meghan smiled to her. "It was nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon. And... by the way... you have an amazing voice." Meghan gave her a wink before she was leaning in against Alex and slipping her arms around the man. She could never seem to keep her hands to herself when he was around. [d]
Alex Vipond: His lips twitched at that. "I'm sure." He nodded. "I look forward to working with you more." His arm slipped around Meghan, pulling her closer as he took the number offered. "Have a good night." chronic violet: Lola had put her coat back in place, buttoned and belted. White wool. Hat, gloves and scarf donned, " Thank you. I'm not really a singer. I mean, Arelia is. Anyway, Good night you two." Off she went, back out into the wet winter air strolling down towards the docks of the Duwamish River, a whistle while she did so. (d)
Make Me MentaI: Meghan looked up to Alex in her heavy lean as she sat next to him. "Alright sexy... I'm going to go ahead and go home. Charlie needs his rest and I'm sure Gus had probably worn him out by now." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Try not to stay out to late tonight okay? Last night was fun... as always, but tonight... I think calls for just a good ole lay in each others arms night. And we'll talk about anything and everything that comes to mind. Okay?" she grinned and pressed a kiss to his ips this time. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Actually, I think it's time to head home. I'm ... tired." It was odd, but in a good way. The kiss was returned, his hand sliding into her hair, holding her into it. When he lifted his head, he smiled to her. "Well, not that tired."
Make Me MentaI: Meghan chuckled. "Okay, we can do all that AFTER a bit of fun and games..." she added. Meghan rose to her feet and tugged him up to his. She'd let him do what he needed to do to lock up and all and then walk with him to her car. [d]
Alex Vipond: He did that, locked up, and walked with her to the car. He leaned in and kissed her. "I'll follow you." His wasn't getting home on its own, but that would be fucking cool if it could.
Make Me MentaI: Meghan nodded when they reached her car and leaned into the kiss. "Alright." with that, she climbed in, and led the way home. Their night, like everynight, was spent, together. [d]
Alex Vipond: Maybe they'd even make it to bed tonight.
Make Me MentaI: It'll be a first in a long time! [d]
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 16, 2013 15:39:49 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Germany was set for April, France was in the works and Italy had yet to be addressed. The UK was a distant glimmer, and Brazil was figured for late summer. And they still had almost three weeks to the kick off of the US tour, during which the album would be released. With a soft release just prior and full on the 23rd of March, the day after their return to Seattle. All of this was floating around in Alex's head as he made his way into Studio 7, a nod given Teddy as he passed the kid, and a pause was had at the bar for his usual.
NightotheAngel: It had been a minutes since Kalypso had been seen at the bar. She was still struggling with adjusting to school and homework and scheduling. It was not an easy task. She surprisingly wasnt in her usual cover alls from work. She was wearing a pair of jeans, t shirt and tennis shoes. Decent hoodie on for the moment just in case it rained it was seattle after all. She smiles as she sees Teddy and pulls up a stool. Looking to Alex as she nods. This whole school thing was killer.::
NocturnaI ProwI: Things hadn't gone quite as well as she had hoped in the last city, but that didn't mean things couldn't improve. Already, she had one store in New York, one in New Orleans, and now? Now she was looking to start one in Seattle. This new trip, she was hoping for a much better start this time around. She currently had a place to stay, but she needed to get a little more familiar with the area. So today, she ventured out, looking to check out a few of the local places that seem to be of interest, by word of mouth. With what she was and what she was capable of hearing, it wasn't a surprise she would hear the buzz about a place called Studio 7. The Chrysler pulled in, was put into park and once she was out of the driver seat, locked up and headed inside. [d] Alex Vipond: "So how was your first week? Survivable?" He chuckled as he took up his bottle and popped the top, gaze on Kaly as she settled. When the door opened and a new arrival stepped in, Alex gave a nod, then tipped the bottle back, taking a drink. "What are your teachers like? Stodgy? Cool? Ready to be stabbed with a spork?"
NightotheAngel: "Teachers I guess. Still figureing it all out. If I didnt know anybetter I would think I had chosen a private school. Im here so I guess i survived. Even with the holiday and all.":: Smirks as she looks to Alex.::"How have you been its weird now that i have homework and stuff to do.":: Softly smiles as she drinks her usual gingerale.::
Alex Vipond: "Getting geared up for the US tour. Then we're gonna be off and running across Europe, starting in Germany, six shows, six nights. Fortunately they're like within circle of about two hundred clicks. Doubt we'll touch head to a hotel pillow the whole trip."
NocturnaI ProwI: Brie made her way in and already, her nose was picking up on the scent of vampire and... wolf. Nose twitched a little but she glanced about, making sure she was safe. Bright vivid blues swept over the establishment in a slow and steady shifting before she began to make her way towards the bar. She sata couple stools down, away from others for now, before ordering herself a corona with lime. [d]
NightotheAngel: "Well I guess its a good thing that you dont require sleep.":: Softly smirks as she put in an order for a club sandwhich and fries. Soft smile as she stretched. ::"Are you ready for a tour? Hows Gus?"::
Alex Vipond: "Hey, the face needs the beauty sleep." He nodded at her question of Gus. "He's good, not twitching in his sleep as much as he was when Alea first brought him back. I think he has a slight case of PTSD. And yeah, Charlie's gonna be dog watching for us."
NightotheAngel: Charlie? Whose Charlie?":: Raising a brow as she looked to Alex. Figured old friend of Alex's or Meghans. She looked to him wearily.:: "Surprised I walked out of there unscathed from Alea's ":: Soft smirk::
NocturnaI ProwI: When the tender placed the drink before her, she gave a small smile and reached for it, informting the young man that she wanted to starta tab. She was quiet for now, content to sit, watch, and listen. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Frankly, so am I. Alea isn't exactly the warm and fuzzy type. And Charlie is my father in law." He took another drink and glanced over to the woman, regarding her for a moment before looking back at Kaly. "So what classes do you have?"
NightotheAngel: "The usual math, reading, english, chemistry, and History of some sort. Then I have Home Ec and some computer class I guess.":: Softly smiles as she looks to him. Not to thrilled with her classes that was obvious. ::"Oh I see. What afraid Mars will eat him.":: Softly joked as she looked to him.::
NocturnaI ProwI: Brie continued to nurse her drink, listening to the idle conversation between the pup and the vampire. When he looked to her and gave a nod, Brie gave a small smile and a nod back. At least he was of the friendly sort. Or so it seemed. Seattle had all sorts of friendly vampires. She’d already met one, and now.. possibly about to meet a second. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Hardly. More like Gus would tear Mars' place apart. Charlie lives in the outskirts, has room for Gus to run without worrying about him terrorizing the neighbors." He nodded. "You gotta understand. Gus outweighs me."
NightotheAngel: "So, what he is like a hybrid were dog or something? I know gus is a big boy but we have the woods behind the garage that is great for running in. You know that you were there once.":: Raising a brow as she nodded. She looked to and nodded as her food arrived.:: Alex Vipond: "Bull Mastiff." He nodded. "Yeah, I recall clearly the last time I was there." He smirked and drained his bottle, then slid the empty over to Teddy. Pulling his gum out, he popped a piece into his mouth, and started chewing. Dylan Zane King: He had went for a run in the woods, returned to the mansion, showered and spoke the rental owner. Their conversations were brief but meaningful. It was a good exchange. Scents were really constant in Seattle. Pollution was a factor though once you got over the clouding it was quite clear and easy to navigate the west coast city. He had followed two scents to the same place. He got a new leather jacket, a gift and his truck was tuned. He went to Studio to see what was going on today. The feline was feeling curious a trait that came with the beast.
NightotheAngel: "Whats with that smirk? You make it sound like a bad thing or something? Or did you see more of mars then you bargined for.":: Teasing him as she ate. She stretched and was having a bit of a lazy day. She was having fun though::
NocturnaI ProwI: As she quietly sat, drinking the corona, another scent wafted within the Studio. Brows arched and curious eyes looked to the doors. It was the Rex. They somewhat knew each other. At least in passing. They had a couple of common factors. Residence and its Renter. She watched for a moment and once the male had ventured in, she let her curious gaze settle on him. [d]
Alex Vipond: "Ah, no, but you slept through the encounter, I on the other hand, had a front row seat to the show." He glanced to the door as Elvis entered the building. A nod up was given and then he looked between him and the woman who seemed to know him.
Dylan Zane King: Upnod to Alex as he saw him. But then he glanced to Panther and his head tilted. He knew her in passing but he'd never thought he'd see her the way their common alliance meticulous kept the lives separate. Absently touched the back of shirt covered shoulder and then bumped into a chair. He growled, he wasn't a clumsy person. He moved and sat down near Kalypso but glanced toward the other female again. "How are you?" looking at Kaly's plate and the messing her hair like she did him the other day.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso smiled as she seen. As she watched him move through the room.::"Hey Im good you?":: She leaned over and nuzzled him a bit as she made sure to leave her scent in Elvis's nose. She returned the favor of messing with Elvis's hair a bit too.::"What seems Im not the only one with a day off today. its just a club sandwhich and fries help yourself ot some. Or has your palette only grown for my cooking?"::
NocturnaI ProwI: Her panther was perched in its tree limb. Had been laying along in a semi alert fashion. When the Rex had entered, his presence was one that demanded attention. Even for those not of the Pride. Bright blues peered down through the foilage. And slowly, the black felinebody began to sit up on its haunches. Powerful shoulders rolled up as head lowered and canted. Watching with curisoity. Her tail lazily swept from side to side, or the tip twitched here and there. The woman however, watched from her stool and when Dylan gave a glance to her, Brie simply gave a nod of acknowledgement. Then it was back to the Corona, though, she'd discreetly watch him from the corner of her eyes when she wasn't looking to the pup or the vampire. When the tender came to check on her, her attention was briefly on him. "Ringraziarla il signore. Ma sono buono." (Thank you sir, but I am good.) Brie blinked, and then chuckled softly. Forgetting that not everyone was fluent in Italian. "Grazi Senoir, but I am good." [d]
Alex Vipond: Some, however were. You could take the musician out of Europe, but take the Europe out of ... eh, He'd spent too much time in Cali for that shit. Which explains the nineties and why he still says fer shure.
Dylan Zane King: It was the Panther's scent and the vampire scent mix that was making his head hurt. For safety, the lion was pushed hard behind hard shields. It was for the protection of himself and those around. The Beast did push in dissagreement of the treatment especially when the pup was around to hang with. "You know me, I'd eat anything." He pushed the bowl closer to Kaly, "Have some of my nuts?" he smirked. And another glance was giving toward the pantherthen back to Kalypso. He was going to say something but decided not to.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso smiled as she looked to Elvis. ::"Dont mind if I do. Nice and salty just the way I like them.":: Laughing a bit as she returns the offer of a fry. :"Not as salty as your nuts but your welcome to a fry.":: Asking Teddy for a refill of her soda as she smiled and looked to Elvis. Not really paying much attention to the eyes on them. She raised a hand as she brushed back a few dark locks.::"So, Where have you been hiding? Havent seen you in a couple of days.":: Continues the conversation with Elvis.::
NocturnaI ProwI: Brie lowered her shields some. Letting more of that mix of Orange Blossoms and White Lilly scent to drift along and tickle those senses more. It was her way of assuring the Rex, she was friendly, and not here to cause any harm or discomfort or trouble. Just was curious by nature. The panther remained up in the safty of her limb for now. She may come down, in time, if the greeting sent was well received. [d]
Alex Vipond: One would think people were opposed to the smell of sex. Wasn't his fault, he was French. Gum rolled around to the other side of his mouth as he looked between the others. One brow rose as he regarded Kaly and the exchange between her and Elvis. That gum chewing slowed, as Alex regarded them a long moment. Again, not his fault his mind went into the gutter. French.
Dylan Zane King: He took the fry from Kalypso before she was able to eat it or put it down. "My nuts are salty enough," going along with it with a straight face. He slightly stiffened when Kalypso asked where he'd been. "Finding a place to stay remember?" He did and moved. The lion pushed against his shields again. Female. Feline. And the opposite of him. Attraction. Elvis shook his head getting rid of thoughts of the beast and its need. "It's not like you missed me," teasing her. He took another one of her fries and ate it.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso looked to him ::"Awe you know you are always welcome at the house. But, if you must find another place. I dont want to keep you from anything important. Im not the one moving out. ":: Sticking her tongue out at him as she smiled a bit ::"That means I will have to go and hunt you down wherever your new place is at. Or you can just give me a spare key":: Smiles as she looked to him nodding.::"Yup key that way if you lock yourself out. You have a key in a safe place.":: Smiles as she leaned over and whispered.::"I always miss you.":: Smiles and giggles.::
NocturnaI ProwI: The panther remained perched perfectly still in her tree. Ever watchiful of the Rex. Brie looked to Teddy and smiled when he took the emty beer bottle from her and handed off a fresh one. She smiled with her gratitude and the lime from the last was taken out and suckled on. When done, she placed it in the napkin and wadded it up. She asked for the trash and when Teddy offered to take it for her, she gave a shake of head. "No no Signore... please.. if you will kindly just hold it up for me, if it is small, and let me do it?" Odd request, but Brie was just.. different. Once complied, the wad was gently tossed and the new beer was now lifted to pursed lips. Attention turned to the vampire a moment, after a side glance to the Lion. "Scusi... Signore... you own this place? Yes?" she asked in the heavily accented Italian voice. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I've got five words for the both of you. Eight to twelve, Marsten Jones. If you two continue in the vein you're going, pray for the eight to twelve, because Mars is not going to leave anything left to find." He looked over at woman. "No, I don't, but I know the owner. Can I help you with something?"
Dylan Zane King: He glanced to the vampire and then to Kalypso. In a past life, he might have responded but left it alone because he didn't know the situation; only going by what is seen. "I know I'm welcome Kaly. But I figure the pack doesn't need an extra mouth to feed." It was an excuse. It's not that important just doing the right thing." It was the only way to verbalize it. "I don't have a key. Its sort've a roommate situation. And I'll never been locked out of anything that requires a key." And then he smiled and nudged her. "You're missed too." He did miss her. He didn't have anyone to talk to when she wasn't around. His roommate wasn't the talkative type.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso just laughed as she looked to Alex.::"That must be a new record for you. If you only have five words.":: Looking to Elvis as he spoke. She continued to shake her head for a bit.::"Elvis, Stop with the excuses. Mars does not mind you around. You know you are free to come and go at that house as if it was your own. If they were so worried about another mouth to feed then they would not have taken me in. ":: Smiles as she ruffles his hair again. She nuzzled him a bit as she had her wolf try to rouse the sleeping giant. ::
NocturnaI ProwI: Even with her time in the states, her English wasn’t the best. "Oh.. so sorry. And ... only question." she paused a moment. "This is Studio, yes? Why no music?" Brie asked with an innocent curiosity as she glanced from the vampire to the stage and then back. But of course, gaze paused on the Lion. Lingering longer than perhaps she meant for it to. When blues settled back to the vampire, the beer was lifted to her lips once more, awaiting his reply. Though, she had heard the.... issue between Rex and Pup. But nothing was said. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex kept his eyes on the pair, noting the continued flirtatious manner Kaly had with Dylan and watching to see if the man did anything to dissuade her as he answered the Italian. "It's three o clock. First set starts at eight." His gaze flicked from the pair to the woman, briefly and then was back to watching the man with the teenager.
Dylan Zane King: Elvis really wasn't the type that got into anyone's business. However it was irritating someone was into his. "What's on your mind?" looking to Alex. Maybe it was something he didn't know and needed to know.
Alex Vipond: "What's on my mind is that she is fifteen, flirting, and you're not doing a damned thing to stop her. Now, I know for a fact she wouldn't act that way in front of Mars. So she really needs to curb her behavior and you could do a lot to keep her from being put on a short leash simply by telling her it's not cool what she's doing. So my question is, what's on your mind that you're not doing so? Because by not telling her to cut it out, you're encouraging it, making it okay that she, a fifteen year old girl, is blatantly flirting with you. And I am going to presume that you are in fact over the age of eighteen, making you the adult in the situation."
NightotheAngel: Kalypso looked to Alex.::"Alex stop. in case you hadnt notice most of the time I hang around adult men. Yourself in cluded. Some married some un attached. The only time Im not hanging around adults is the 8 hours of school I have monday through friday. Even the guys at the shop are adults that are teaching me. Knock it off. He is not Ixen so stop. ":: Shaking her head as she finished speaking.::"Forget it. I will just stay at the Garage. Will that satisfy everyone so they dont have to worry about the teenager running around town.":: She was more embarrassed and upset then hurt. She was joking and teasing with Elvis. Since he seemed to have a sense of humor. ::
Alex Vipond: "It's not the fact that you hang out with them, Kaly, it's the behavior you exhibit when you are with one who is not attached. The nuzzling, the getting in close and inhaling scents, which, by the way, with your nose is not needed, and no, he is not Ixen, but he sure as hell isn't putting a stop to it, either, which is just as bad as if he said okay go ahead."
NocturnaI ProwI: Brie gave a nod and a smile to the vampire, as he had kindly answered her question. So it would seem she would have to return here, at a later time, to hear the music. Though... Brie was suddenly witnessing a disagreement of sorts. While the panther was growing all the more curious, it caused the beast to remain up in her tree when she had been thinking of making her way down. Perhaps now was not a safe time to do so. With what Brie was able to hear, she had her own thoughts of course, but they were thoughts best kept to herself. This was in fact, none of her business. She sipped on the Corona and contemplated on taking her leave, especially if things grew any more heated than they were. The panther was, by nature, a loner. One that tended to avoid confrontation unless backed into a corner. Then that’s when the kitty claws came out. [d]
NightotheAngel: "Well I guess its good that your around then. Because I dont know how I could ever control myself.":: She laid a few bills on the counter for the meal and soda. Before getting up to leave. She looked to Elvis.::"Im sorry about this. "::She started to head for the door::"I have to get to work. Maybe the guys have something for me to do.":: She had enough of this over protective stuff.::
Dylan Zane King: Kalypso did mention she had handlers. He hadn't forgotten about it. "I think from what you've said, she got the picture." He wasn't going to add to the situation because the two had said enough. He looked at Kalypso as she paid and apologized. "I'm sorry too, Kaly. It'll be alright. Be safe traveling to the garage."
Alex Vipond: "Try curbing your behavior, Kaly and you won't have to deal with the lectures," simple enough. He looked at Teddy. "Scotch, neat." He looked back at Dylan. "Look, man I know you don't want to bust on the kid, because God knows she gets enough flack from the adults in her life, but think how it would look to Mars if he walked in while she was snuggling up? Think he'd think twice about ripping an arm off and beating someone with the bloody limb? You gotta cover your ass. Not just hers."
NocturnaI ProwI: The large black beast in the tree, watched as the wolf pup moved off and out the door. [iercing blue gaze was turning back to the Vampire and the Rex. Long slender tail was swishing back and forth, due to the tension in the room. It was making her uneasy. Brie sat quietly and stared from her seat. Not meaning to, it was just... had caught her off guard. [d]
Dylan Zane King: He liked Alex. He was good for the scene. But Elvis he decided it was time for him to leave this studio permanently. Unfortunately, he knew what the vampire was doing. Instead of saying anything else, he gave Alex a nod and moved on toward the door. He glanced over his shoulder at the panther and went through the exit. Alex Vipond: "Well that went well."
NocturnaI ProwI: Brie sighed and gave a soft shrg of her shoulders. "Both are young. either wish to see any wrong in what they do." With that, The Italian paid her tab and gave both the vampire and the tender a smile. "Grazi Signore, but I must go." She slid from her seat and offered a parting smile before she was making her way out the door. While the tension and cause of tension had left, it had left the panther uneasy and in need for freedom. [d]
Alex Vipond: "My apologies for airing ... family matters before you." Mars was as close to being family as one could get without there being a blood tie. Alex watched the woman leave, then knocked back his drink and headed back for the studio.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 17, 2013 23:11:04 GMT -8
February 16th, 2013
chronic violet: The grumpy grumperton of a bouncer hadn't even given her a good eyeballing when she came to the door this time. In fact, his attitude towards Lovely Lola might be changing. She'd thwart the curmudgeon in him yet! The studio was relatively empty; chairs up on tables, stools mostly* up on the bar, back door open while the bartender received a delivery. The light from outside was low in the sky, hued red to violet blue and shattering across the concrete floor. Lola pulled a dust cover off of the piano near the stage, a finger tinkling a key here, or a chord there. No one was watching, what was the harm? Carefully she pulled the bench seat down behind the keys and slid across it. One. Two. Three. Low. The keys plunked gently in a rhythm; a song unfolding...(d)
Alex Vipond: Alex had been back in the studio after his disastrous discussion with Kaly on her less than appropriate behavior. Mental Note: Alex would never make a parent. Of any sort. In any way, shape or form. Gus was all he would ever have in that respect and it was best he kept it that way. Dogs were easy. Teenagers were impossible. Now, however, he was coming out of his cave, so to speak, eyes on the schedule for Germany as he walked, a pause had as he heard Lola. He stopped and watched.
chronic violet: " Meet me in the stillness, away from all this madness," a request. Just a girl, to a boy. Lola's feet clicked the pedals of the piano to dampen the acoustic, " I'll give you a piece of me, if you'll give me a moment. To let you into the corners of my mind." Her shoulders drew in, like a capsulating feeling you get when you create with honesty, like how you feel when you're waiting to hear an acceptance or denial. Her cheek brushed the rise and fall of her shoulder with the keystrokes. " I looked into a stranger, and found my soul waiting there. It hit me like a siren, to see my self everywhere," her lungs filled and gently exhaled the rest, " And I knew him, like the corners of my mind." (d)
Alex Vipond: "For a woman who insists she doesn't sing, you do an amazing job of it." He'd taken up a lean, watching her as she played, until she was done. "You really should think about recording."
chronic violet: " I was," she stammered some, fingers yanked up off the keys as if they were hot like lava!, " I didn't think you were here," she smiled sheepishly. " Sorry. How's business?" Oh good, a segue into a different conversation. (d)
Alex Vipond: "Business is good. We have Germany booked, France is in the works and so is Italy," he nodded. "Stage fright gets everyone, but trust me. You've got music in your blood. And sooner or later, you won't be able to deny it."
chronic violet: " I thought maybe Arelia would dig the sound..you know," Lola shrugs her shoulders high, " it would sound good with her tone. Don'tcha think?" (d)
Alex Vipond: "I think. I think the two of you, together would have a good sound. You would compliment each other, quite well."
chronic violet: " Blowin Smoke up my dress, that's what you're up to," Lola would wag a finger in his direction. Something is different about her mood; it is lighter than the previous night. A visible weight removed from her; an innocence once removed, twice regained. " Do you have like, an entourage, Alex?" (d)
A Creole Soul: Say the name and the devil will appear. Apparently this works for both Arelia and Sedona. Odd how you say a bitch's name she comes, but call her a dog and she will bite you. Odd huh? At this time the door swung open and in stepped the skyscraper southern belle. Ha. The wicked witch was more like it. Hair was left down to hang around her shoulders and she was actually wearing a knee length winter coat with the collar turned up. Knee high boots had just enough heel to make you wonder if the woman was genius or nuts in this season to wear something like that. Before she let the door close she flicked a cigarette towards the gutter. A nod to the bouncer at the door and she was moving to a table. Hey, Alex said the weekend was the tits so here she was to see the fun. -d-
Alex Vipond: "I... have fans. Some die hard fans who even after a decade of almost complete silence can still go all fan girl on me. And they've spawned theh next group of fans. It's ... odd. How the fan base has grown despite almost a decade of near complete musical exile." Glancing toward the door, he nodded to Arelia. It was early yet, barely five, and would be another three hours before the first set, but they had a full line up tonight, a good six bands ready to take the stage.
chronic violet: " No, I think less like fans, and more like Turtle." She had just gotten HBO at the new apartment. Lola slid off the bench. " Oh, and Alex, I ...don't bleed music," her head tilted gently aside, a High C tinkled on her way to the bar to get a water bottle. " Can you put Tom Waits on?," she asked the bartender. (d)
A Creole Soul: Alex got a wave in response to his nod then she was grabbing a table near the bar by the wall. Early bird gets the worm and all that jazz. For right now she left the coat on as she took a seat. Absently hands began rubbing together to warm them up from the chill outside. On a side note.. she did not picture Lola watching television. The woman seemed too quirky to be glued to an idiot box for any period of time. -d- GarrettPaulsen: A fruitful day needs a decent end. That required alcohol so it was sought out- the bar chosen was simply the first one he came across- no better reason for it. Once the car was parked in the lot and the keys were pocketed the walkway from point A to point B was taken and the door that was yanked open let him past and inside. While he gave a quick once over to the inside his feet took him toward the bar to find a stool. The order of Jack with no ice was given with little to no preamble or small talk prior to the wallet being pulled out of his inner jacket pocket to fetch cash and drop it onto the bar top. *
Alex Vipond: "Oh no.... Not at all." He chuckled and followed her to the bar, the idea kicking around his head for Italy, all open venues, all acoustic. And if they were really good, they'd get it on film. He liked the idea. Moving to the bar after her, Alex took up a lean as Teddy saw to the clientele, and when Teddy was free, ordered up his usual. Once the bottle was set before him, he popped the top, leaving the stopper to hang by the bail and tipping the amber glass up for a drink.
chronic violet: Tom Waits is an acquired taste; like vintage scotch. Lola sang along to the music Teddy queued up on the old playlist. " ...you wear the same kind of perfume, you wore when we met." She took a sip of water. " Arelia how was your day?", perching her elbows on the bar, backwards. She hung pendant by their hook over the padded edge and looked the stranger entering up and down. Hey, why hadn't the bouncer been all shady with him? Lola's face scrunched up like she would later give that guy a piece of her mind. She let it go. Like most everything, it wasn't worth it; in the end. (d)
GarrettPaulsen: Maybe because he showed his blasted ID and gave the guy no reason to get shady. A slant of brown eyes went toward the woman singing along with whatever it was that was playing and gave a slight smirk as he took the glass that was delivered. The hook of a boot heel to the rung under him was simultaneous to the sip of Jack he took. For the moment he was silent. Whiskey first. *
Alex Vipond: Entirely possible. That or the bouncer was too busy looking over Lola's portfolio to notice anything else. Alex gave the guy a nod, then took another drink as he contemplated Vienna and maybe Zurich on the way back from Naples, then over to Marseille. It would depend on if there were any available venues when they were heading through.
GarrettPaulsen: The quiet vibration of his cell brought out a low curse from him as the glass was put down. He had to search two pockets before he finally found it. The message, once it was revealed, had his eyes narrow. So much for a drink. The nod had been noted and returned, but the man was taking a stand while pocketing the phone. The two singles on the bar after he pulled the five was left for the bar tender and he made his way for and through the door.
A Creole Soul: Shifting on the seat, lengthy limbs crossed over one another giving a slight shine to the eye. Interesting hm? Hazels shifted to focus on Lola and a crooked smile cracked her lips. "I'm alive, shar. I'm alive." Tongue rolled over her lower lip as she contemplated the interior of the studio for a moment. "An' how about you?" -d-
chronic violet: " Oh I'm good." Was she, good? Last night or the happenings didn't seem to even be a part of her equasion. As if it never happened. " Alex is looking at the Tour Schedule. You'd think his manager would be like, handling this stuff," She was teasing. " I don't think he liked me," the manager that is, " Oh. Today I went to Pikes Market? They had the hottest fishermen wandering off boats. Jesus in a creek and the dead do rise. I tell ya. " (d)
Alex Vipond: "Why not?" He looked up from the list he was looking at to look at Lola. "Why do you think that?" The man had taste, he couldn't imagine him not liking her. "When he comes in, I'll play the demo for him."
chronic violet: " Ack. That is not fair!", Lola turned tomato red, " Scandalized!", and embarassed. " Besides, I need a manager* like I need a hit of acid," she laughed lightly. Could you even imagine? Jesus in a creek, indeed because the Dead, would without question, be Rising. " I just want to go on the tour to be you know, helpful. Or something." Or something, for sure. (d)
A Creole Soul: Sounded like Lola needed a second coming or something. Lips began twitching at that first comment and became almost uncontrollable by the time she finished speaking of the fishermen. Usually the woman wore a smirk on her lips, Lola managed to get her to smile more often lately. This was all made worse while she turned such a lovely shade of red. Nothing was said as she just sat there at the table to watch. -d- Alex Vipond: "So... you want to be a roadie. Lumping instruments and equipment from one place to the next." He chuckled. "Hey, we gotta have someone do it." chronic violet: " Can't I just like, deliver luggage, flowers, coffee, and food or something?," her nose turned up at the idea of being anyone's pack horse. Besides that, could you see it? Most of the band equipment boxes would squish her; 'like grape'!! Defeated. Lola's head hung low, " Foiled."
Alex Vipond: "Food is critical. Musicians gotta eat. Coffee is key in a lot of these situations but you know... We're gonna be on a bus, for like... weeks at a time."
A Creole Soul: It was time to get a drink and get the party started. Yanno, pregaming it and shit. "Means ya might be fixin' some otha kinda needs, shar." How she kept a straight face was beyond her. Up on those heels and towards the bar where the duo was sitting. Eyes were on Teddy though. "Scotch. Neat." -d-
Alex Vipond: "Just means cramped quarters. Maybe seeing a hotel room long enough to actually sleep in it once every ten days, if that.”
A Creole Soul: "Blowin' the drumma." Casually. Ass was slide onto a stool beside Lola just as Teddy set that Scotch down. Such a good man he was. -d-
chronic violet: " Fixin what?", wait for it....wait for it...Okay, now she gets it, " You so crazy," because God knows if Arelia would break them, what the hell would Lola Darling do? Heh. " Oh. I guess you're right, " with her dark twin vanquished Lola spoke to Alex. " Besides, you might find me necessary." A long look, one that cut through all the rhetorical bullshit, and double entendre's. Ghouls. Ghosts. Vampires. Zombies- and those that control them- take a special defense. Lola turned her hip onto a stool and spun around once for good measure. (d)
DeviI Red: Forties and cloudy. Again. The effin' weather in this city never changed. In fact, if it weren't for her cell phone telling her so, Sedona would think it was one, neverending day -- yet another reason she couldn't wait to get on board the bus. The countdown began days ago, but in the meantime, the redhead was bumming around, looking for a drink. It's what brought her back to the studio, shades perched atop her head, primarily just for show as there really wasn't any need for them, the steel toes of those beat up biker boots making a lengthy stride just a little bit heavier as she shouldered her way in, shaking off the cold like it was nothing. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Good point." He nodded. "So executive administrative assistant?" Sounded good to him. And of course the weather changed. Sometimes instead of cloudy it was foggy. He made a note of that on thee sheet he had printed out, and then looked toward the door as Sed wandered in. "Hey, you. Long time, no see." Soon to be longer, but that was beside the point. At least they had a couple shows in the same city on the same day. He just couldn't remember which ones off the top of his head.
A Creole Soul: Arelia had no idea what they were talking about since she didn't know about that side of the coin. She could see Lola being an admin assistant though. She had the type of personality to make it in a sitcom in that role so why not in real life? -d- chronic violet: " Alex?," she turned around once more on the bar stool, grabbing a straw from the cup of them on her way passed, a quick wave to Sedona, " ...you know, Arelia should come too." Fortuitous tag alongs," Because you know, some times you feel like a nut, and sometimes, you don't." Or, maybe, Arelia would be a useful contact too. Wink wink, nudge nudge. (d)
DeviI Red: "If you count a couple days as a long time, then yeah," she nodded with a chuckle, "it's been." Wandering over to the bar, she'd smile at Teddy, shaking her head when he asked of she wanted a beer. "Coffee. ...Please." She added the last part as an afterthought -- an attempt at being polite, something she had to work at, typically, she was ballsy and abrupt. Setting her things down beside her, she sank her denim-clad ass onto a stool, the well-worn and faded fabric a bootcut style that fell over the tops of her boots, pratically hiding them. It was topped by a clingy black, long-sleeved V-neck thermal, hiding her ink. Looking around, she cracked a smile at the two women. "Hey." -d-
Alex Vipond: "Like I said, it's gonna be crowded, sleep is going to be a luxury, and it's going to be non stop, on the go. Think you can deal?" He looked over at Arelia. "Sedona can attest to what it's like, being on a bus full of guys whose sole form of entertaining themselves are farting contests."
A Creole Soul: Why is her name thrown together with nuts? That can be taken so many bad ways! And if she goes on tour where will she safely park the Caddy? Drive it home first then meet them at the first venue? And what about meeting up with the A Creole Soul: manager dude? How the hell did she get dragged into this anyway! One brow lifted slightly as she looked from Lola to Alex to Sed then in reverse. For the record; Sed's ass didn’t look well worn or faded. "Last tour I was on I was part o' da back up singers an' dem boys...coo-wee." Cue the ehad shake and finally drinking her Scotch. -d-
chronic violet: " I wrote some songs for you to try out," she said to Arelia. Lola on the bar stool stopped dead. Funny. " They are groovy. We should try them one day when it's not busy in here. Speaking of, where on the river Styx is everyone? ",Alex said something about live music on the weekends, " Is Sedona gonna do a set?", then, instead of speaking about her like she wasn't sitting next to her, Lola turned, " Are you Red?" (d)
DeviI Red: "That...porn...scratching their asses...groupies..." She rambled off the laundry list of life with men on a tour bus, things she and baby contended with from the very beginning. She blinked, as if a realization struck and she looked back at Alex, "And I'm looking forward to this again...why?" At the mention of doing a set, Sed shook her head. "I don't sing, just a lowly guitarist," she grinned. Even if she did have her solos, she preferred not being in the spotlight for long. "Unless someone else is looking to play songbird." -d-*
Alex Vipond: Good damned question. Alex checked his watch. "Got another hour before first set, but usually we're more packed than this." Made him wonder if there wasn't a cannibal in the lot, eating the patrons. He looked at Sedona and smirked. "Because as much of a pain in the ass as it is, it's fun."
chronic violet: " We should have a girl bus, and a boy bus. Because Farting is gross," though oddly she mentioned nothing about the other stuff they went on about. " You don't have to sing, silly," Lola gave a psshah wave of her hand, " Arelia Can." Like that? How she feigned off that songbirds wings onto her good friends back? Take that.., " I'm your Secretary." (d)
DeviI Red: Cannibals would be an interesting change of pace from the typical things that went bump in the night, so long as they didn't get any blood on the Silver Bullet. Was bad enough Leland and Mars had to replace her passenger seat! "If someone's game, so'm I," she shrugged, rolling up her sleeves to reveal colorful ones of another kind. Her attention shifted to Alex, his smirk gaining him one of her own, "I agree. We're in New York together, by the way. Same night. Should do something." -d-
A Creole Soul: "Porn is fine as long as as dey don't expect me ta be it." And again, thrown into the spotlight by Lola. Look, just cause she finally turned twenty-one and probably the youngest one here (which we all know is true) did not mean she was the guinea pig. Scotch was drained in one shot and glass thunked down to the counter in the same fashion and well versed alcoholic might do! "Sure." That knee length coat was unbuttoned and slid off of her now bared shoulders. The article was thrown to Teddy for him to look after since she didn't want it just left at the bar. Torso was wrapped in a corset that made it look painful to breathe in.. amping up some serious distraction while showing off the full sleave of ink on the right arm. The corst ended above her black leather pants which left the wings on her hip to peek out. Knuckles were cracked. "Get up, blondie, yer not gettin' away. Iff'n I'm doin't it so are ya." Hey, they said busy night, she expect hot guys. -d-
chronic violet: Lola put two fingers into her lips and blew a whistle of appreciation for both Sedona's ink, and Arelia's corset. Maybe, when they were better friends, Lola could borrow that. It was hella sexah! " I have a request!", with that Lola trotted over towards a very, very old violin case and opened it. Inside the folds of antique, ratty, velvet linings was a pristine violin. Lola took it out and held it like it was an old friends hand; with love. The bow lifted, and she plucked each string, turning the tuning keys one at a time. " Right," Here. But not singing. (d)
DeviI Red: "Depends on the porn," she snickered, taking a sip from the steaming mug of coffee that was brought out to her. Some guys were a bit too...curious about what the internet offered. A look to Alex was given, winking, "You okay with me putting my mits on one of your girls?" She was seeking permission to use one of his guitars. Like with bikers and their motorcycles, a man (or woman!) and their guitars was much the same: you just didn't touch it, not without asking at least. -d-
Alex Vipond: "I don't think so, Tim..." He shook his head. "Besides, Meghan's riding with me, so yeah, one bus for the band, you girls, the roadies, sound, engineers, and security dudes, and all the equipment." Good thing it was a double decker. Alex looked up from what he was doing to look at the girls, as they took over the stage. He had to chuckle. The keys to his private studio were handed over. "Be gentle."
A Creole Soul: Hazels followed Lola as she ran off to go and grab... a violin? Now things are getting interesting. She knew how to blow a trumpet but she never learned how to play a violin. Yes she knew how to play piano as well. Grandpa taught her well. Strolling across the floor she headed towards the stage. "Whats da request?" -d- chronic violet: To note; the case with its treasure; was Lola's. She had left it earlier near the piano bench and there was where she retrieved it. Once tuned, because you never leave it thusly when cased, Lola nodded to Sedona with a soldier's steadfast salute. Or maybe, A star trek officer. Who knew with her. " Whatever, I changed my mind," she answered Arelia. The bow scaled up and back down the red stained instrument. (d)
DeviI Red: "I'll break 'er in real soft an' easy," she smirked, catching the keys in her hand, letting them jingle against her palm she rose to her full height, all six feet of her disappearing down the hall into his room as she went in search of something that caught her eye. It turned out to be one that was candy-apple red -- surprising since she was usually drawn to darker shades, especially black. Bringing it out with her, she returned the keys to Alex and then headed for the stage, plugging in while the other two settled in. -d- Alex Vipond: "Good choice." he nodded and slipped the keys back into his pocket, watching the girls as they got ready to rock. He looked at Teddy and ordered up another bottle. He was hungry.
A Creole Soul: Up on stage she stood around for a moment. This wasn't her gig, she wasn't a lead singer or even a band type member thingy. Sure she was a musician according to what PopPop said, but she wasn't liek Sed or Alex. "Okay den. Up to you shar. Whats our poison?" Hands rested on the curves of her hips as she looked towards the redhead with experience. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Can you bust out some Coldplay?"
chronic violet: .....
DeviI Red: Sed's back was too her for the time being, strumming a few chords, making sure it sounded just right. The sound carried out as she looked over a shoulder at the woman, about to say that it wasn't wise to leave it up to her unless she was comfortable with Slayer, Pantera or Metallica. "You," she nodded to Lola, eyeing her up with a grin. "This was your gig, you decide, unless, " she inwardly grimaced, "you want to go with Alex's idea." -d-
chronic violet: Dammit! Double Damn! Foiled again! Twice in one night, must mean its a Bad Moon Rising, or some other horse shit they like to say. " I say, Smells Like Teen Spirit", Lola, with her lovely manicured eyebrow arched , dared them to say different. It did seem like it would be a compromise between fucking Metallica and .....Cold play. " Good for you hot stuff?"(d)
Alex Vipond: "Wanted, Dead or Alive!" Couldn't go wrong with Bon Jovi.
DeviI Red: "Poser pussy!" she coughed. -d- Alex Vipond: "Hey! He's been around longer than you've been alive."
DeviI Red: She flipped him the bird in response to that. -d-
Alex Vipond: Laughing, he took a drink from his bottle that Teddy had delivered.
chronic violet: Okay, that had her laughing. In a way she agreed with Alex though, I mean, Even Sedona's look was very Richie Sambora, that whole cross over genre. Lola played a bit of "My heart bleeds for you", while they argued. (d)
A Creole Soul: She had an idea for a song but wasn't too sure they would be able to pull it off. They didn't have the band to back them up on it. She could easily tickle the ivories but needed a sax player so that song was not an option. Lower lip was licked and she stepped up to the mic. One hand rested on it as she thought about the song choice. Fuck it. "Turn the page girls." Head dipped and the mane of chocolate fell over her face. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex flashed them rock and roll horns and then took up his bottle again.
chronic violet: After a long pause, Lola thought she had it. Turn the Page. Bob Seger. Nice enough fellow. "I can be the Sax," and with a long lead in, she started in the key of G. One, long, drawn breath of a sound. Bone chilling, cold. (d)
DeviI Red: There wasn't a guitarist, or musician, in the States, that didn't know this. It there was, it was blasphemy. "Good choice," she agreed softly, with a nod, giving a glance to both women, waiting for her cue and when it came, the result was haunting, setting the stage for the songbird. -d-
A Creole Soul: The girls pulled right on up without batting an eye. Fingers quietly strummed a tempo on the mic for a moment until Lola kicked in with the violin. Hand then dropped to her side and she stepped up real close to the mic, lips almost making love to it as the mocking bird went to work. "On a long and lonesome highway. East of Omaha. You can listen to the engine moaning' out his one note song." Eyes stayed closed as fingertips pressed tightly to her thighs. "You can think about the woman or the girl you knew the night befoooore." -d-
chronic violet: Lola, tricked the acoustics with a turn of her back, letting the vibrations bounce off the wall once behind her, letting the crying violin sing into an unmanned drum kit's base. She watched the tensions vibrate on the top of it. Shethought of a highway, of a crossroads, of a crow, of a subway....(d)
DeviI Red: As per usual, Sedona zoned out and lost herself in the sounds. Twin pools of sapphire slid shut, and she just did what came naturally: she played, the three of them doing so on the fly with what little they had to work with and it somehow came together perfectly, the slow, sultry song suiting the redhead who was more than ready to be back out on the road -- just a few more weeks! -d- Alex Vipond: Alex listened, sipping from his bottle and lost in the music as much as the girls playing it were. His eyes closed as the mental image the song brought forth took over.
A Creole Soul: Arelia was not a lead singer headliner type of girl. Good attention was not in her vocabulary. Nerves were eating at her now. Karoake was one one thing. "But your thoughts will soon be wandering. They way they always do. When you're ridin' sixteen hours an' there's nothin' much to do. An' you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the thre trip was throooo-ooough." Head bobbed lightly and she started tapping her thigh. "Here I am. On the road again. There I am. Up on the stage. Here I go. Playin' star again. There I go. Turn the page........cha." Deep breath. -d- chronic violet: Lola covered her friends nerves by turning towards the small studio bar itself. She let the violin sing with Arelia, accompaniment; collaboration; caring. She of all people? knows how it feels. Fear. For her, this instrument seems undying. So it would be a prescient symbol when a long black leather cord swings from it's hiding place inside her shirt. Pendant from it, is a large gold Ankh. (d)
DeviI Red: Arelia's head was fucking with her, selling her short, and if Sed could read her mind, she would've kicked it's ass. But alas, she couldn't, and being her attention was focused elsewhere, there was no way for the redhead to pick up up on the strong emotion she was radiating. It was all right, though, so long as she didn't falter, she'd get through it, one line of lyrics at a time. Stepping back a step, the she-wolf started pacing a short, slow line, back and forth across her end of the stage, stopping here and there. -d-
A Creole Soul: Lola and Sed were keeping her ass grounded by playing that haunting melody to the point you could see the goosebumps on her exposed flesh. "Well you walk into a restraunt, strung out from the road. And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shakin' off the cold. You pretend it doesn't bother you but you just want to exploooooode." Right hand curled into the fist, that particular section of lyrics hitting home. "Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can. All the same old cliches, 'Is that a woman or a man?'. And you aaalways seem outnumbered. You don't dare make a staaaand."-d- Immortal her0es: -Stamping out the cherry igar on the pavement under his expensive blac shoes and a grasp ad tug of his black jacket set him right before slipping inside out of the chill . Every smell coming at him as if to comfort him into a sense of normalty. He thoght to himself how the music of this place suited such a quaint atmosphere and the ladies on stage were quite lovely athat.<d> chronic violet: Just the other day Lola read an article in the New York Post. It told of a social experiment where a buskar played the violin in a subway station for an hour and forty minutes. In that time, no one stopped to listen; he made 42 dollars in change. That Violinist was Joshua Bell; legend. Why was it poignant you might ask? Because sometimes we are so busy with our lives that we forget to listen; to see; to reflect in beauty. Because our cell phones are more important. Because our instant blogging facebooking lives are more important. Lola, was not a product of this enviroment. Her eyes closed just before a gentle green light broke from inside their prison.(D)
DeviI Red: Sed was reflectiong all right, itching to hit all the different clubs, especially the House of Blues back in New Orleans. Even though she hailed from Arizona, something about that city felt like home -- always had, always would... good food, good music and more ink! Walking forward, toward the edge of the stage, she remained there, eyes opened to mere slits, taking a look around the bar area for the first time since they started playing. There were a few new faces, and she offered that signature smirk, casting Arelia and Lola a sideways glance -- the fact that no one had left was saying something, seemed the brunette needed to give herself a little more credit. -d-
A Creole Soul: Arelia didn't ever get positive reenforcement, so Sed kicking her ass would've been right up her alley. "Here I am. On the road again. There I am. Upon the stage. Here I go. Playin' star again. There I go. Turn the paaaage." Voice faded as she took a step back. Both hands came up to grip the mic stand just beneath the cradle of the microphone. "Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away. Every ounce of energy you try to give away. As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play." She swallowed visibly and the tilt of her head had the man of chocolate fall off to the side to reveal her face. "Later in the evening as you like awake in bed. With the echoes of the amplifiers ringin' in your head. You smoke the day's last cigarette, rememberin' what she said." Arelia knows what its like to sit on a corner and play to make enough money to feed yourself. The mockingbird even did it in the French Quarter back home. She can show Sed and Lola around the native side of N'awlins. -d- Immortal her0es: - Reaching into his alligator walet freshly pulled from his pocket, ad opened with a flick of his index and plucked out a few 100 bills totalling 800 and set it n the area were the girls was playing and sat himself at the bar before ordering himsef soe teqila shoters and lsten again to the entracis melodys of the the musicians. <d>
chronic violet: ( you two are making me laugh tea out of my nose ) Not lead singer material. Lies. Lola let the somber country tinged melody turn dusky; more quietly a lullaby; like a background to Arelia's powerful presence. Isn't True Beauty, Like Sedona's; Like Arelia's Unbeknownst? Or is it locked away in a prison of abuse, neglect, and longing? That is what Lola hears in Arelia's beautiful voice. That is her truth. So, to that end, the violin speaks. (D)
DeviI Red: An ass-kicking could be arranged! All for the greater good, of course -- like the girlie's ego. Where some people needed their's deflated, Arelia's needed a bit more air. All in due time. Backing up, the redhead turned on a heel, face turned up to the lights, temporarily blinded by them, but that was okay, she knew the stage like she did the back of her hand. As with all good things, the tune was coming to an end, and she continued playing, strumming along as Arelia guided them, slowly but surely, as the song dictated, home. -d-
A Creole Soul: Ears were locked on the girls keeping her in time and when it was her turn she seemed to kick it up a notch. "God....here I am. On the road again. There I am. Up ooooooon the stage. Here I go! Playin' Star again! There Iiiiiiii goooooooo........" She trailed off into nothing and he rhead dropped again, hung low while he rgrip stayed on the microphone. A shaky breath was taken and held before she released it. Seemed the two women on stage knew how to play her the same way they played their instruments; plucking those strings without effort. Stepping back she released the mic and ran her hands over her face to brush the hair out of it. Eyes finally opening to take in the establishment and any iwithin. Yeah... totally forgot about it actually being open to the public. -d-
Immortal her0es: -Sippig away at each shooter nline one slam of the gass dow on the bartop eiciting a mighty thump and gulp of the fiery liquid burning him into a fiery warmth without so much as a cogh or fanning of his hand in front of him in any indication of anything amis.. All of the perfrmers were lovely but one caught his eyes , and it was the dark haired angel whos name was unknown to him<d>
chronic violet: Angels. Things that stalk. A girl on vacation. Yes, they come from all walks of life, all bittersweet and lovely in their own rights. Isn't that what the song is remniscent of? Wandering empty, until you find the Well and drink? Lola plays the violin as if she and it were not seperated by molecules and atoms; perhaps in some haunted way they are not. Arelia's voice Invokes imagery. Dreams. Long desired wants and sought after needs. Lola knew all along, how that seed would eventually be sewn. We all have stories to write, perhaps this really was hers. The violin is a sadness, it is longing. The guitar is mighty, and provocative. Together, it is spellbinding. (d)
DeviI Red: As the song came to an end, she smiled to the other two, offering them a nod that said it all -- no need for words -- she'd enjoyed herself, then again, that's what happened when you were able to do what you loved. As tall as she was, the jump to the floor wasn't much -- more of a step down, even, and she did just that after setting the electric in it's stand like a mother would it's child. It wasn't hers, it belonged to Alex, but she cared for it just as he would, which is why the man trusted her with his shit. Stalking back to counter, she reclaimed her coffee, though soon it would be time for a beer. Playing always put her in that sort of mood, and others, but alas, that was another story. Smirk. -d- Alex Vipond: Alex stood at the bar, listening, watching them as they wound through the song and down. He nodded as Sedona came back up to the bar. "You guys should consider making this a regular thing." He looked over at her. "No bullshit."
DeviI Red: "Maybe when we get back," she smiled at the suggestion, glancing back at the other two. Sed and the rest of her own band were going to be gone for two months and after that it was overseas for a few festivals, but after that, who knew what would happen. -d-
A Creole Soul: Alex was only saying that cause three hot chicks on stage as a band would draw a hell of a crowd! Suddenly, there was this feeling of loss. Sed got a nod back before hazels tracked her off the stage. With a breath she turned to Lola and cracked a half smile. "I had no idea. You were amazin'. Lemme buy ya a drink." Heeled boots carried her over to Lola to wait with the woman as she put her baby back in its cradle. -d-
chronic violet: The Ankh was tucked back inside her white button down shirt just behind the tie that hung loose to the center of her chest; a protective act. A quick adjustment had the violin placed back into its bedraggled case with care. From this crouched vantage, she looked up at Arelia, " That sounds good!," this time the case was not left behind, it was slung around her back. " It's that time, the witching hour," Lola waggled her long fingers at Arelia like a spook, and said, " OOoooooOOO!" (D)
IxenCronquist: Ixen slipped into the studio slowly. He looked around. He had heard it was a local hang out that was violence free as well as a place where alex came. He would look around to see what people were here and what kind of musics they were playing. He prefered blues and old jazz. His outfit was all black. sillk shirt and vest black slacks shiney black shoes. his fedora was on his head along with the black knee length trench coat. He had black gloves and that cane with the wolfs head handle as he would looked to see if anyone he knew was here. <D>
DeviI Red: Though her biker jacket had a stool all it's own, the redhead chose to slither up onto the counter the same way she usually did, seating herself near Alex. "I'd put it away now, but I gave you back the key. Will do it before I leave -- promise." She sat there, long legs swinging, the heel of a boot gently banging against the base of the bar to a beat that was in her head, something a bit harder than what they'd played. It was clear she was eager to play again. -d-
A Creole Soul: Arelia did the spooky finger thing back at Lola before reaching out to poke her slightly. "The witchin' 'our always appealed to me. Prolly bein' from N'awlins an' havin' voodoo followers in my family." She climbed down from the stage and clapped her hands against her leather clad ass. Kinda brushing the demons away. "I really need a drink." -d-
chronic violet: Voodoo, huh. Well doesn't that pique someone's interest. " You don't say?", was she being sarcastic? Lola followed Arelia to the bar intent on having that drink herself. Something with the turn to dusk, had shifted her mood. Finding the same stool as earlier, she slipped lazily into it's seat. " Hello there Theodore," given names are sexy, " I'd like a martini, and I believe Arelia will have a scotch, neat. (d) (yay!)
Alex Vipond: Nodding, he looked around at the crowd that had filed in, and a nod was given Ixen as he stepped through. Gaze then shifted to the girls as they came back. "Damn fine job. Told Sed you girls should think about doing this on a regular basis."
DeviI Red: "No one needs to beg me to play," she smirked. It was like a drug. -d-
Alex Vipond: Better than.
chronic violet: " Thanks Alex. I need practice though, I feel very rusted," strange verbiage, don't hate on her, " I should think about an Electric variety," of violin of course. Besides the fact she seemed entirely too protective of this material worldly possession. Lola Elbowed Arelia, " Lookit there," eyebrows both lifted towards the Fedora man in query, " Think he likes Sedanette's?", or brunettes? Which one did she say again. Lola turned back to her easy lounge around a martini glass set on a napkin, " Thank you very much," she smiled sweetly at Teddy. " Sedona, you are excellent." (d)
DeviI Red: "Hey..." to Arelia. "I think you could pull off Danzig," she nodded, thinking of her voice as well of some of the band's tunes. Something to think about should they ever decide to give it the occasional go. -d-
A Creole Soul: "Yeah. On my mom's side we had a couple of voodoo practitioners." Easing up onto her stool she nodded to Teddy about the drink then looked to Alex. "What about your manager friend?" Well... if ya sat on the low speakers while someone hit the bass real hard, it could be good like sex. "I'd play with them anytime." Looking to Lola and Sed. Then of course both women hit her with comments at the same time and she had to look at the Fedora. Yum. Then give Lola light poke in the spine followed up by answering Sed. "Danzig? I've covered the music before." The girl did a lot of karaoke when she drank. -d-
DeviI Red: She smiled at Lola, "Took more than just me." She winked at her, finishing off her coffee and looking to exchange it for something stronger and with a bit more kick. d-
IxenCronquist: Ixen saw Alex's nod and gave a small smile tilting his head to the man and moved to take a seat alone. Nothing to drink. Of course he had yet to feed this evening. Either of his hungers. He was old enough though that he could keep all those hungers hidden and not have to feed them right away. He looked to everyone that spotted him and gave them a small nod in greeting. His hair was shoulder length and a dark dark brown almost black. His eyes were an ice blue as he licked his lip softly and stayed sitting where he had chosen to sit. <D>
Alex Vipond: "You know, if you ladies will excuse me for a moment, I have something I have to take care of." He smiled and then headed back for his private space, and stepped inside.
DeviI Red: Hey, at least what Arelia did while drunk didn't keep her banned from playing in an entire city. Sed on the other hand -- heh. Sitting there, she listened to the two women then slowly slid those sapphires around the place, that gaze as vibrant as the ink etched into her flesh, boring now into Alex's back as he made his way down the hall. She guessed she would get the key from him later. -d-
A Creole Soul: Arelia has been kicked outta many places over the years, but can't say she has been banned from an entire city before. Seriously. -d-
DeviI Red: Detroit. They didn't like her too much. It's what happened when you hauled off and right-hooked an off-duty cop. Was why Eleventh Hour was playing in Flint instead!-d-
chronic violet: Detroit. Now, if there was a literal 'hell on earth' it might be there; even if it's inhabitants were loyalists. Lola sidled down a seat next to Sedona. " Tell me where is your favorite home?", somehow she gathered there was a bit of a gypsies soul in this red-haired amazon. While she waited for the answer, she herself reflected on the question. Where was her favorite place on Earth? Did it have real substance or was it perhaps a figurative place; a dream. Lola rested herself from that reverie shaking her head. Teddy sure could make a good martini. (d)
DeviI Red: Like the doll he was, Teddy served up a Corona, cracking it open for the redhead who greeted him with a grin. "If only you weren't so young..." she teased, tipping the bottle to her lips, taking a small mouthful. "Mmm..." she made it a point to consider Lola's question, tipping her head from side to side before deciding. "New Orleans," she nodded, as if to say that was, without a doubt, her decision. "Just feels right there." She didn't know why, but she didn't care either, hence why she didn't dwell on it too much. "What about you?" She leaned forward, resting on her thighs, the long-necked bottle dangling from her fingertips. -d-
chronic violet: By the expression on her delicate face, the answer surprised Lola. The answer could lead down a path of more questions, but, Lola in her infinite wisdom, (lies) let it go. Sedona had said '...it feels right' and that could be what held Lola's inquiring mind. She leaned down on the bar with a smile, " Hawaii is very special." Knowing that its culture was wrought deep and yes, it's people were real. An elbow crooked so that she could lay her cheek in her palm over the bar, " I am thinking of where.." but deep inside she knew. It was a tiny insignificant place. One that held her heart. (d)
DeviI Red: Hawaii. What the hell was it with that place? Sed hadn't been there, but Alex and Meghan got married there and it's where her ex met his new woman. Kinda left a bad taste in her mouth, but she regarded the person who said it closely, with a faint smile. "Never been," she answered, letting her gaze slide back to Lola, nodding. "Took me awhile to figure it out, but when you've been on the road enough, you start to notice shit. Then again, that could all change when my ass goes overseas." Anything was possible. -d-
Immortal her0es: - Lookin up from his drink he cou;ldn't help but over hear the ladies speaking . " Hawaii is the best home ., eautful landscape and superb people" he iterected and liftef up his shot glasses and downin a few more to pass the time<d>
chronic violet: " Prague is lovely. So is Amsterdam. Even their ugly is sort of artistic, its very interesting how that works. Sometimes I wish I took pictures, so that I could paint the walls with them and make my own; favorite place that is." she said nodding thoughtfully. " I am ever so glad you are alright," non sequitur much Lola? For heavens sake. Backtracking, " I mean, someone said their was a fight the other night and," and what hot shot?, " I was glad to hear no one was harmed." Again, with the weird formal verbage. Get it together girl! (d)
Immortal her0es: " I've been to every place rom third word countries to our nations capitol and hawaii always brings me back and maybe new york city for the vibe I feel when I'm there." -Reaching into his pocket mik pluccked out a harmonica and bega playing a slow song with a haunting melody wth cation not to be too loud since the girls were close to him<d>
DeviI Red: "I'm hoping we get to go to some of those places." She was pretty sure Germany was a given, but other than that, Jake hadn't said yet -- he was still working on it. The conversation took a random turn, from Lola to Mik and Sed had to stop and think for a second about what she was talking about, suddenly realizing she meant the attack on the wolves at the garage. "I wasn't there," she grunted, pissed she wasn't. It was her pack – she should've been. The sound of the harmonica caught her attention -- it was music, of course it would, and she fell silent, breaking the moment with, "No one was, thankfully." If they'd been, she would've been a lot angrier than she was. -d-
chronic violet: Lola didn't exactly smirk when she thought of, ' no one person or were-creature was harmed in the filming of this movie', " That is very good to hear," While the harmonica played, and the man at the bar spoke of New York, Lola took a turn down memory lane via her contacts on her phone. Sedona was off scrounging some peanuts or something anyway. New York reminded her of the single constant thing in her very meeger existence. She sent a text off quick like. ' You were supposed to be in Seattle by now.' (d)
DeviI Red: Flicks a peanut at the. -d-
grim by design: What had otherwise started out as a quiet night, it was beginning to take a turn for the worse. Billy's insomnia was royally kickin' his ass up one side of the hotel room and down the other. That—and the fact that it was practically impossible to rest with a plethora of disembodied voices making their presence felt. Even in a shithole like this, the dead existed among us; maybe some two bit prostitute and whoever she was sleeping with, or maybe a torrid affair violently interrupted by a scorned spouse. The story didn't really matter, either way Billy wanted to be left alone for the whole of a night. Just then his cell phone went off, shifting to sit on the side of the bed, he then reached over to snatch it from the nightstand. Thumb pad glided across the screen in order to scroll through his messages. Lola must've not known he was already here, staying in some crappy hotel like the vagrant he was. 'I'm already here. Where the hell are you? Meet up?' he keyed in and hit send. While he waited for a reply, he went ahead and started getting himself dressed. /end
DezzyGotDizzy: " Mother fucker.. Seriously... I hate to say it... but you can fucking count me out. Im done. We ain't doing this shit again. " She slammed the phone shut and kept on walking up Trade pissed off and ready to take a shank to the nearest underbelly. Instead her fist ment the concrete of the wall she was passing as she turned the corner and kept on heading to the studio. chronic violet: " Billy," Lola canted her head to the side all dreamy like. Was that answering the question of ' where was her favorite place?' Could be. Could very well be. In any given life there are connections that are substantial, meaningful and somehow Forever. Lola did look up from the LED light of her phones face long enough to watch the Woman coming into the studio, perhaps just at the door. With deft thumbs and nimble wit, " Wouldn't you be just lost if I said something like, in Vegas? Pfft. (insert address here)" she hit the send button and sniffed. (D)
DezzyGotDizzy: When she was standing outside she looked up the facade of the building and was caught by suprise. Hmm.. She smiled and pushed her way inside, hands in the pockets of the denim jacket she borrowed and fumbled around for a tootsie pop. Popping it into her mouth after taking off the wrapper she smiled and held it up. " Its got the Indian.. and the star on it! " Looked as she walked in she looked back at Lola and grinned with a wink heading towards the back to the sound room where her strings were hiding and she wasseeking. –d
DeviI Red: She heard the name and quirked a brow, taking another pull from the bottle, but not questioning her out loud. Sedona wasn't the nosey sort -- if it was meant to be shared, she was sure Lola would say so. As the other woman entered, she looked to her, snickering softly over the strange statement. "I think I better get the guitar back to Alex -- be right back." With that, she slid off the counter and headed for the stage to collect his baby, about to take it back into his personal recording studio. -d-
chronic violet: " Sedona, do you think Alex would mind if my friend met me here?," Overhead Dan Dyer started sangin' about Love Chains. Damn she liked this song. Groove-tastic. " Okay," answering Sedona's excusing herself, knowing it was all for the best. (d)
DeviI Red: Sed paused, looking back at Lola. "Is there a reason Alex would mind?" The place was pretty much open to everyone so long as they kept it peaceful. -f-
grim by design: It was way too late to try and squeeze back into those duct-tape pants. Whatever he was sleeping in was gonna have to do; white 'beater and a pair of black pajama bottoms. 'All I could say to that is, I'm not going to Vegas again. You better not be in Vegas!' he sent while trying to find the inspiration to climb out of bed. Laid out the mattress and left to stare at the ceiling—yellow stains from obvious water damage. That's all it took to pull him from that hotel room; despite the disgusted scowl on his face. 'On my way. Buckle up buttercup' one last message sent her away. Fortunately the directions weren't all that far from the hotel he was staying at—go figure. It took about fifteen minutes altogether to arrive at the destination on foot, he had also run the directions by the bum at the front desk before venturing out. Soon enough, Billy made his way through the front of the studio. His arrival was hard to ignore—what with the amount of ink saturating his skin. Which was on full display and without shame whatsoever. /end
chronic violet: The statement took her by surprise. " Well of course not, we're not heathens," Oh Lola. Get one drink in her and she just loses all her cool points, doesn't she? At any rate, Lola stood and went to the nearest Mirror. She fixed her fringe and under eye make up. The obligatory vibration had her focus on the phone again, ' You loved it and you know it'. He probably didn't, knowing him like she did. But honestly? Vegas was awesome. (d)
DeviI Red: That actually made Sed laugh, the redhead watching as she walked to a mirror. "Then by all means, have your friend come by." She shrugged and made her way to the back, guitar in tow. -d-
IxenCronquist: Ixen still stayed where he had sat down the cane laid across the table. He took off his gloves showing those large muscled hands as he set the gloves aside and took off his fedora setting it on the table letting that hauntingly good looks he had show. It showed he was not exactly human but with his powers shut behind shields none could tell unless they knew him. <D>
chronic violet: " Oh hello again," she noticed the man in his fine fedora place a cane onto the table. Lola left the looking glass satisfied. When Billy texted back she grinned, letting her phone go dark as she slid into the stool again. " You know, I thought that woman was strange at first, realizing it was just Dezzy made all the sense in the world. Even I can be surprised," she smiled at Sedona and then chuckled a huffing laugh. " Billy," popping off the stool just as she had gotten comfortable again, Lola went over to the bouncer/security fellow at the door. " He's here for me," she smiled trying to detract from Billy's lovliness. She found his true self, just that. Hooking an arm under his she'd ask, " Aren't you cold?", he was wearing PJs..or what she thought were probably his Pjs...(d)
grim by design: He brought his hand to massage the back of his inked domepiece—was totally unprepared for the bouncer; who looked as if he ate newborn infants for a protein boost. There wasn't really much of a flinch out of fear, it was more so from being in such close proximity of the man's natural body odor masked with Axe. Billy sidestepped around Lurch as soon as Lola came to his aid. With his attention now settled upon her, he replied to her question. "No, not really. I'm from Boston, you know, there's always some asshole walking around in a 'beater when a blizzard just blew through. I guess I'm that asshole tonight." It was probably best that the space around and under his eyes were also heavily shaded with ink—otherwise she may have seen heavy bags under his eyes. Sleep deprivation was a usual side effect of his insomnia. Billy hadn't seen the back of his eyelids in about two days. Which explained why he was steadily leaning his weight against her as she guided him to wherever. /end
DeviI Red: Sedona had knocked on Alex's door and waited for him to let her in. When he did, she disappeared for a while, returning the guitar back to its rightful place on the wall while talking with her friend, but before long, she was retracing her steps, this time with a cigarette tucked into the corner of her mouth, raking a hand through that lengthy mane of red that there fell where it wanted, the long-legged woman looking for a light, her gaze briefly drifting between Lola and whom she guessed was her friend. If she was shocked by the ink, she didn't show it, but then again, that would make the woman one hell of a hypocrite, and while she was many things, that wasn't among them. -d-
chronic violet: Connections that we make through life can be forever; people can become constants. In the world of the living, one should be so lucky to have a Billy. Lola dragged him unceremoniously towards the bar and of course the now waiting Sedona, " Billy, this is my new friend, Sedona. Sedona, Billy." Lola smiled at him and then her. " I would introduce you," she had leant towards Ixen at his table, " but I do not think we have been properly introduced as of yet. I'm Lola Darling," a delicate hand extended and pulled back quickly, " My hand is wet, sorry," she had almost forgotten, she grabbed a napkin pretending to dry her palm. " Billy, I have an apartment, so, you don't have to stay at the Hotel of Misfortune," per his usual dives. " I've known him forever," so it was true, perhaps he very well was something like Home for her. (d)
DeviI Red: Sedona cracked a smile at the two of them, offering him a nod up as she dug around the pockets of her jacket, the leather dangling from her fingertips as she talked around the soon-to-be-lit-or-she'd-be-damned smoke. "Nice to meet ya'." -d-
grim by design: Billy felt like he was in a current; being dragged and pulled. That was fine really, he didn't feel like making any decisions at the moment. Too much serotonin was making the water upstairs awfully murky. To the bar they went—and where Billy took a much-needed seat. "Next time I'll take a taxi." He stated in general before his attention was stolen by the redhead. "Nice meeting you, too." Billy could always be polite when the occasion calls for it. Despite what Lola was saying he was still concentrated on his feet. "—I forgot my shoes." It was stated matter-of-factly. "An apartment? You don't say?—Wait a minute, are you trying to say I have bad taste where I choose to stay?" He asked with an almost serious face, but before she had time to answer, he was answering for her. "No, you're right. It's absolutely awful. I'm almost tempted to go buy a black light and film a documentary. Can you believe that dick at the front desk asked me to sign his guestbook?" /end
IxenCronquist: He cocked his head not believing what the woman said and nods to her. "I am Ixen Cronquist. I own the Casino at the edge of seattle." He said smiling softly to them all. "You are all welcome to come and take a look. When you have the time." He said as he shrugged softly. "IT is a pleasure to meet you all of course." He said giving a small smile to them. Otherworldly thats what he was. Not exactly human but something more. <D>
chronic violet: Lola had a double take towards Ixen. (Now that she knew his name, he could stop being Fedora Guy) " A Casino, you don't say," how fabulous. Lola was immediately taken with visions of women in beautiful vintage cocktail dresses, withhair that was set on rollers and pinned up, men with suit jackets and cigarettes smoking from their fingers. " Very nice to meet you Mstr. Cronquist," his name would sound famliar from her smiling lips. The moment of intimacy drew to a close. " Billy, how did you forget your shoes?", Oh, Pooh. I've misplaced my tail. " Yep. You have your own room and everything!," she had spent all week decorating it in lieu of his pending arrival. Picking up a book of matches, Lola-lita struck one and lit Sedona's ciggy, blowing out the flame when all was said and done. " Guest book," a snicker. Could you imagine reading his entry? (d)
DeviI Red: "Gotcha!" she exclaimed, more to herself than anyone else as she procured the sought after Zippo, wielding it like a prize. Had she been a cat, she might've purred, but instead, the she-wolf just enjoyed a deep drag off the cigarette as she sank down onto a stool, alternating between it and the left-over beer she'd been nursing since she and the other ladies stepped down from their time on the stage. It was about that time, the redhead thinking about taking her leave, but she was still kicking back. -d-
IxenCronquist: He cocked his head and chuckled. "Perhaps i will see you guys sometime later." He said standing. "Perhaps ill see you guys some time soon. And yes it is a casino. We are gearing up for Saint Patricks day." He motioned. "You are more then welcome to come along." He said nodding to them. <D>
grim by design: "Guestbook entry—Billy Grimm; the bedsheets and the towels are stuck together, maybe not have hookers over so much?" It was a nice thought to have a bedroom all to himself. Been a while since he could remember having one. He was feeling a bit like Eyeore right about now; he was without a home, now his shoes, and after a quick patdown—his own pack of cigarettes. Sad face. Of course the ink on his face made it look as if he was smiling in the grimmest fashion possible. There was a current talk of casinos and the prospect of gambling. That was of course out of his price range, but maybe a drink or two wasn't. Doubtful he was gonna find a job anytime soon. Not many were hiring people with a degree in clowning, or a blockhead, or any other sideshow qualification. /end
chronic violet: " Thank you Mstr. Cronquist for the invitation," polite, not unlike her, generally speaking. She watched the man exit thoughtfully. " Goodnight Red," Lola said over a shoulder, " thank you for playing guitar in our all girl band earlier," it had been awesome! And you all missed it. " Hmm," she said to Billy Grimm now that they'd emptied the place out," I think you scared them," and what was funny about that is she knew he'd be thinking it. Rifling around in the bottom of an endless slouchy purse, Lola produced a pack of cigarettes. No telling how old they were, but at least they'd light. She opened the pack to make sure they were all safe, " You know," and her smile turned devious, " these will kill you?" (d)
grim by design: Eyes twitched from left to right of the studio, she was right, they had all vacated the premises. "Oh well. To think I was even slightly considering a striptease. It's their loss." Billy couldn't help but smirk after his comment. Skeletal arms stretched out on either side of him; accompanied by a yawn. Easily insinuating one of his arms around her shoulders—an attempt to draw her closer. All before his eyes practically lit up as soon as she revealed a pack of coffin nails. No doubt stale from being in her purse for not sure how long. Billy plucked a coffin nail from the pack despite her remark. "I bet you would love that, wouldn't you? You know my track record for that sort of thing."
chronic violet: " I think Seattle will relish your unique-ness," a hand patted gently at his cheek. Love comes in many forms, even to the woebegone likes of she and him. " You know I have a job to do, and I do it. I would like to stipulate; It is not for me," she paused knowing that the next statement would in fact be a white lie, " to involve myself in the How, When, Where, or Why." Because once upon a time, she had broken the rules. And, here sat the living proof. " How about we blow this lemonade stand, and get some Take-out-Pho on the way home?", and maybe some shoes while they were at it. She called for a taxi on her mobile. While on hold with the elevator rendition of the song The Wind Beneath My Wings blaring in her ear, Lola whispered, " I think that if any where in the world was going to absolutely love you, it is here." (d)
grim by design: "That sounds like an excellent idea. I haven't really eaten much outside of some junk food." Billy knew she was completely full of shit. She had found a way around the system once or twice. He reached out to take her by the hand; closing tattooed fingers around it. "Yeah, I don't really care what others think about me anymore. If they accept me—great. There's really only one reason why I came here. I'm looking at her." Billy had known her for longer than he could remember. After so many years of being bounced around inside the child welfare system, she was and had since remained the only constant in his life—outside of his extensive ink. "Let's find a Thai takeout joint." /end
chronic violet: " Did I tell you we might go on tour.." Outside there were headlights, quick cab indeed. Nice to know sometimes those buggers live up to all their Naming Hype. " Do we need to make a stop at some seedy hotel where your belongings are?" Thai sounded good to her too. The cab beeped just before they came out the door. (d)
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Alex Vipond: Alex was reviewing the schedule as he walked down the hall toward the front, one hand reached up and slid through his hair, a scowl forming. Lola's offer to go with them, 'just in case', had him somewhat worried. Did she think she needed to be there? Or was it more of a she wants to go and is looking for a reason. BoundByDrkness: Nicole was hesitant about coming here at first. The last time she had come here was to kill her brother. Now, after having learned the truth....being here weighed her down terribly with an incredible amount of guilt. But... she had to meet with him. Had to let him know what had occurred over these last few days. Since she and Francois had left together at the lounge, since she had spoke with Ixen. And she wanted to touch on a couple of concerning issues. She didn't arrive as usual. No... Tonight, she had arrived by walking. Mostly. When she stepped in, she was wearing a pair of stylish jeans, a nice shirt, and a sweater paired with a jacket and a scarf. A girl had to look the part for a resident of Seattle, right? When she stepped in, she could feel the change in the air again, reminding her, that here, she was vulnerable. [d] Alex Vipond: Actually, here she was safer than she would have been in their mother's arms. Their actual mother. Alex looked up from the sheet as he stepped into the main room, and no matter how many people were between them, she was all he saw. He smiled and moved toward her, arms wrapping around her to lift her from her feet and spin her around the way he did when they were young. Human. Setting her down, he tugged on her hair for good measure. "It is good to see you." BoundByDrkness: "Alexandre..." she sighed as she had began to retaliate, but gave in and let him do as he did when they were kids. Once her feet were back on the ground, she gave a little thwap to his arm and gave him that look. Hand lifted to try and smooth down a few locks of hair. When he said it was good to see her, she gave a smile. Kind of forced. She was still feeling guilty. "I thought I would come by and speak with you. About a few things actually. Unless of course, now is not a good time." [d] Alex Vipond: "Now is good. You wish some place more private?" He hooked his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing toward the hall. "There's my studio. Walls one foot thick, sound proof. And there's music." BoundByDrkness: Nicole let her blue eyes gaze about for a moment before looking back to him. "It’s entirely up to you. I wanted to talk to you about Francois. About Ixen. And of course... Alea." Nicole was willing to talk to him, where ever he felt it was necessary to discuss these things. If he suggested some place private, then she was willing to trust his suggestion. [d] Alex Vipond: He nodded. "Control room." Then he looked to Teddy and held up two fingers. Gum was rolled around to the other side of his mouth and chewed as he looked back at her. "So any preference of type?" As in blood type. Likely hers would be the same as his, considering they were tied by blood and held the same type. BoundByDrkness: Nicole nodded when he suggested the control room. A glance was sent to Teddy. Cute young man that he was and she gave him a smile. Attention returned to her brother when he asked blood type. She gave a shake of head. "I'm actually good for now." she had recently fed. "But... perhaps I could trouble you for a scotch Theodore dear?" [d] Alex Vipond: Teddy nodded, got her a glass of top shelf, and then looked between them. He pulled another glass and set the bottle down as well. Alex's dinner was set down as well and Alex nodded to Teddy. Taking up both bottles and the extra glass, he stepped away from the bar and headed down the hall toward the control room. He stepped in, and moved toward the console, the scotch set down on the table, his glass filled. BoundByDrkness: Nicole gave Teddy a smile and thanked him before she followed her brother down the hall to his studio. Of course, now, she could take in everything she had missed, the first time she was here. Once they stepped in and the door was shut, she took a seat. Sitting up right, hands clasped between knees. "Alex... first I have to say I'm sorry." she just had to get that out there. [d] Alex Vipond: "No." He shook his head. "Nicolette, you were... are a grieving mother. You don't owe me an apology. And I know there's nothing I can do or say to make it right. I just hope we can move on." BoundByDrkness: "But I tried to kill you Alex. I tried to take you away from someone... who loves you." she replied. "And after having learned the truth... I feel horrible for it." [d] Alex Vipond: "You did what any parent would do. Don't you see that? You did what a grieving parent who was manipulated would have done." He took her hands in his as he settled beside her. BoundByDrkness: Nicole frowned and gave a shrug. "It doesn't excuse the fact that despite knowing that you have never lied to me, not in life and not even now... I believed someone else." Sad eyes turned to him after looking to their hands. [d] Alex Vipond: "When the truth is absent, you have nothing left to believe but the lie."
BoundByDrkness: Nicole nodded and her hands slipped free from his before she leaned in a hugged him. "Please. Just accept my apology and know it’s in sincerity." Small smile creased her full lips. She lingered there a moment and finally decided to quit torturing him. She reached for the scotch and the glass, poured herself a bit and sipped it a time or two. "Francois and I have spoken." she began. [d]
Alex Vipond: He hugged her tight until she pulled away, then he smiled. "And?" He filled his own glass, and took a sip, confident that he wouldn't have an allergic reaction, a blessing from his bond with Meghan. "Are you putting things back together?"
BoundByDrkness: She smiled. Obviously happy to have her husband back in her life. Now that the shock had worn off. "He wants to try and work things out. Like we should have done all those centuries ago." she replied. "He wants to get reacquainted, take time to get to know each other again." she took a couple more sips. "Alot has happened over seven centuries. And while I went down one path... his was entirely different. And he traveled his alone." [d]
Alex Vipond: "A path traveled alone is no less educational. How is it he found you, I wonder. Did he know you had been turned or was he in the dark as I was?" It was odd, the three of them, going through centuries, bound together, yet torn apart.
BoundByDrkness: "We've yet to really go in depth about that. And he learned I had been turned, when he came back to the castle some days later, after he left... after I left with Alea. My guess is, he could smell her. Knew she had been there in my chambers." Nicole was able to read minds Francois thoughts were a jumbled mess. "And so since we've decided to try and work things out. To help each other with the grieving process... to... be there for one another as we should have been, it of course is going to lay the foundation of things to follow. And for the better, I'm hoping." Scotch was sipped on again. "Since this decision... I also went and spoke with Ixen." [d]
Alex Vipond: The place was hopping, Teddy was tending bar, Alex and Nicolette were in his private studio, which Teddy will tell those who ask. "What did Ixen have to say?" He sipped his scotch and leaned back, one leg crossing over the other.
BoundByDrkness: "He is of course, disappointed. But... I explained to him, while nothing is certain between Francois and myself, that despite our hoping to recapture what we once had, it might not end that way. But that I also can't sit by and let this chance slip by. Francois and I are being given a second chance that many people never get. Its risky... yes, but a risk worth taking. He and I have too much history. We were married... we had a family and I can't throw all that away on fear... or the possibility that we end up anything less than what we should be, which is husband and wife." [d] Alex Vipond: "You're very fortunate. Most don't get a second chance. I am very happy for you, Nicolette. And I would very much like to get to know Francois. If perhaps, we could get together before my tour...." His tour, where he and Meghan would be gone for months. "Life is going to be a little crazy for us for a while."
BoundByDrkness: "This I know. Which is why I tried to explain to Ixen... I have to take this chance. That.. and because I still love Francois. Always have. Always will." she paused. "Philippe was right about him. He's a good man." she added. Nicole then smiled when Alex said he wanted to get to know her husband. "I think you would both get along well. He still holds to a lot of the old customs and ways of things." she replied. A nod followed when he spoke of this tour of his. "I think that would be a very good idea." [d]
Alex Vipond: "I just wish we could spend more time together. But you and Francois need time and my time away will keep me from distracting the two of you in reforming your bond." He smiled. "I have been told that my ways are ... that of a child. One sired in this age. It was meant as an insult but I took it as a compliment. A sign of my adaptability. " He flashed her the rock and roll horns with his free hand, and nodded. "Rock on."
BoundByDrkness: "I'm sure a few get togethers between now and then will be alright. Even if the pair of you went out and had a... " she paused a moment. "What they call it these days, Guys night out?" she asked with an arch of brow. Her brother then had her chuckling and shaking her head. "You were always an adventurous soul Alex." [d]
Alex Vipond: "Yes well a little too adventurous at times, otherwise I would not have wound up on Alea's scope. I cannot say I am displeased with my life, it would be a lie, but I do have my regrets. And I live with them."
BoundByDrkness: "We allhave our regrets Alex. Both before being born into darkness and even after." she replied. "Things like that, don't change whether you are alive... or undead." [d]
Alex Vipond: "No, they do not change. We must own them and move on. I think perhaps that is why so many of us do not have the ability to live on. Why some must hibernate, and waken and why when they do, they become more lost than they were before slumbering. They cannot own up to what they've done, they cannot move past it, and they cannot accept their failures as easily as their successes. I think perhaps that is why Alea is locked into this path of destruction."
BoundByDrkness: Nicole nodded as she listened to her brother speak and she agreed with a lot of what he said. When he mentioned Alea, Nicole sighed. "I'm worried Alex. Worried she's going to find me and when she does, she'll find Francois. I can't let her hurt him. And I know Alea will. Whether its directly... or by using me." she frowned. [d]
Alex Vipond: "What would you two think, about going on tour with us? I warn you it will be crowded and uncomfortable most of the time, but... you will be out of Seattle and out from under Alea."
BoundByDrkness: "I... I don't know. I'd have to talk with Francois about it. And... wouldn't all the traveling sort of... stand in the way of our spending time together? Or do you think it would ... allow us to benefit from it?" [d]
Alex Vipond: "It could. You wouldn't necessarily have to travl in the bus with us. You could hire your own car if you chose and simply followed us along. There are a number of ways we could do it."
BoundByDrkness: Nicole thought this over for a moment before she replied. "I will talk with him about this and see what he thinks. Or... if by chance, you see him soon, maybe bring it up? In case I forget." She then regarded her brother a bit more seriously. "There is one other thing I wanted to bring up." she said as she sipped the scotch. "I'm going back to Alea's place soon. I have to find Niko Alex." she said with a heavy sigh. "He's my baby and I can't abandon him. What if something bad has already happened to him? I can't keep just... sitting here and do nothing." But she knew she couldn't just waltz in either. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I'm going with you." He nodded. "I can't let you go alone. We'll do it when she is not there, it's not like we need invitation. Is it? I cannot imagine her allowing a human to legally own her house."
BoundByDrkness: "You go with me? Alex... that's dangerous." she replied. "I can go by myself... use the shadows." she added. [d]
Alex Vipond: "No. You're not going alone." Alex shook his head. He was digging his heels in on this one. "We've snuck into places together before, remember? The chateaux of Philippe's mistress?" Why they'd done it was beyond him but it had seemed of the utmost importance at the time. The fact that they were now contemplating another such raid for another pussy had him cracking up.
BoundByDrkness: Nicole was about to protest, but then.. he reminded her of a past memory and then began to laugh. She could read his mind and Nicole yelled. "Alexandre! Shame on you!" she said in a scolding tone before she too began to laugh. [d]
Alex Vipond: He was cracking up, a shake of his head given and he lifted his glass, draining it before refilling it, and then offered to refill Nicolette's. "What was it like, living with her?"
BoundByDrkness: "What would your lovely wife think if she knew you harbored such thoughts? Hm?" she smirked. He offered to refill her glass and she gave a shake of head. She'd need to leave soon. The hour was late and she didn't want to keep Francois waiting. With her brother's question, she thought a moment. "Much like today’s roller coasters. One moment you are up and on the top of the world. The next? You're at the bottom and asking yourself if the ride is sometimes even worth it." It was a strange analogy, but it was the best way she could think to put it without going to deep into thought and making things sound more complex than she really meant for them to. [d]
Alex Vipond: A chuckle was given at the quip about the wife. "Meghan doesn't mind my thoughts..." He smiled; then let it settle, a nod given. "I can only imagine. We were together less than a year and it was... more than enough. I cannot imagine what you went through in all your time with her."
BoundByDrkness: Nicole just chuckled softly. But then he remarked on her reply. "Alex? How did it happen for you? With her I mean?" she asked quietly. "And... its made for some interesting moments." she added. [d]
Alex Vipond: "I was in Vienna." He nodded. "I had acquired a small bit of fame as a poet and musician, and was much sought after. She was there, one night, in the crowd, watching. She was most beautiful." He smiled. "There was warmth to her, a sensuality that was impossible to ignore. She captivated me, took me back to her rooms, fed from me, wiped all memory of it and did the same, again, and again, until the third night when she turned me. It wasn't until after the turning that my memory came flooding back and I realized that she had stalked and hunted me, like a cold, emotionless beast." He looked into his glass and then took a sip, before continuing. "I wasn't pleased with what she had done but I could not deny the hunger. The... pain of not giving into it was unbearable. I became something of beast myself, in those early days. And one day, I held a girl who so very much wanted to live. I let her go." Alex smiled but there was no joy in it, it did not reach his eyes. "Alea snapped her neck before me. Told me they were nothing but cattle and not to be accorded any treatment otherwise." He drained his glass, and then refilled it. "That was when we started fighting."
BoundByDrkness: She sat quietly, listening, and even though her glass was empty, it dangled from the tips of her fingers. She sighed as she heard what her brother had endured and then nodded when he finished. "And it’s why you never came home. Not until then..." she said quietly. The image of Alexandra lying in the garden under the moonlight had come to mind. And while she smiled, remembering how beautiful her daughter had been, there was of course sadness there. "Alea had put you up to it...." she began. "When Francois and I spoke... I told him of this. Told him of how Alea was the one at fault, not you. You were the tool... she was the hand that wielded you." [d] Alex Vipond: "Does one blame the arrow, or the hand that loosed it?" He nodded. "I still blamed myself. For your death, I thought. Now, knowing what I do... it's like a raw wound, and I mourn the loss as if it were yesterday."
BoundByDrkness: "Alex..." she set aside her glass and reached for his hands. "You weren't strong enough yet. She knew this. And I blame the hand that released the arrow. The arrow is only doing what it was designed to do and knows nothing more. Just as Alea made you... and used you to do what she had hoped would destroy a part of you and have you go back to her." She offered a small smile. "To know that you feel as you have over the centuries... to know you feel as you do now, after learning the truth... no one can fault you." Nicole paused a moment. "But... if I may ask something of you... to help both yourself as well as me and Francois, enable us all to move on, I'd have you do one small thing." [d]
Alex Vipond: "What is that?" He gave her hands a squeeze, as he regarded her, "Tell me what you would have me do." They'd all suffered, at the hands of Alea. It was time to make things right.
BoundByDrkness: "You've already told me of your story... have apologized many times and anyone can see how sincere they are." A squeeze to his hands. "Go to Francois... speak with him. Tell him your story yourself if you must. Let him see for himself... your sincerity. Let him hear it. Go to him as a man... as a friend... Go to him as, a brother." she nodded. "I feel if you were to do this... it will help him move forward, finally. And by doing that, we can all begin to move forward. Together." [d]
Alex Vipond: "I will. And maybe this tour, for all of us, will be a chance to heal. And you and Francois can get to know Meghan. " He smiled to her. "She is more than my wife, you know. We are bonded." He gave her hands another gentle squeeze. "We were bonded before we were married. Twice..." He chuckled.
BoundByDrkness: Nicole's head canted and she nodded. While one hand continued to hold to his, the other came to pat them. "Its a step in the right direction. And we can maybe become the family, we should have been so very long ago." Nicole then stood to her feet. "I would like to meet her soon. I believe I owe her an apology as well." Brows arched. "Bonded? How... how does that feel? What is it like?" she asked with a curious blue gaze. [d]
Alex Vipond: "It's... amazing." he smiled. "We can communicate without speaking. I can drink now." He lifted the glass. "Remember how I would break out in hives when getting into Philippe's wine? It carried over, but I don't have that problem anymore. I can feel her, even now, with her at home, I can feel her." He smiled. "It's... beyond description."
BoundByDrkness: Nicole beamed. "I'm glad you are happy Alex. Truly I am. She must be a very special woman if she makes you feel things like these." It looked there for a moment as if she were getting teary eyed, but she managed to keep from doing so, fully. "I'm afraid I must go though... the hour is late and I don't want to keep Francois waiting." With that, she leaned in for a hug and then straightened. "We will talk again soon. Please tell your wife I said hello and that I look forward to meeting her soon." Nicole, the moment she was able, took her leave. [d]
Alex Vipond: The hug was returned and as Alex walked her back up front, he nodded. "I will do so and we must get together soon."
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 18, 2013 15:38:52 GMT -8
Alex Vipond: Alex moved from his studio to the bar, a nod given Teddy who went about warming a bottle. Looking up from the schedule, he glanced around. The lunch crowd had left and the place was quiet, for a time. How long that would last was unknown. Usually it came in waves. Mondays tended to be a little slower, but mostly because everyone was recovering from a hangover already.
Javier LaBeaux: "Your life has changed a lot," Javier observed from the shadow where his barstool had been dragged. It was good to be able to blend in the shadows. Some swore it was his religion. Javier never explained that some were just more observant than others. "Since the marriage. Since the arrival of Alea. Since your manager has seemed to have departed." He rose and dragged the seat closer to the bar across from the musician.
Alex Vipond: Alex shrugged as he looked at Javier. "It has. In a lot of ways. Good ways. Mostly. You know of the ghoul attack on the wolves. Alea is not behind it but she is, I believe the catalyst. Part of it anyway. Someone wants her attention. Problem is, knowing which way to jump. Do I call a truce with Alea and fight this foe, or approach this foe and fight Alea...." He shrugged. "I suppose it comes down to the devil you know. And ... Nicolette and I are mending our relationship. She is mending hers with her husband, whom she did not know was alive, any more than I knew she was. Sounds like... Days of Our Lives, Vampire Version."
RJ MuIIigan: As blood through the ice cubes, so go the centuries of our un-lives.. Javier LaBeaux: Javier chuckled silently and reached down for his ashtray. "I need something to eat and a drink. Then you tell me what you're thinking, Alex." He turned and exited into the kitchen. Alex Vipond: Alex watched him go, a nod given, and a breath let out. There was a lot of crap running through his head at present. Question was, which pile to lead with... He picked up the bottle Teddy set down for him and popped the top, taking a long drink.
Javier LaBeaux: Returning with a plate of crawfish and remoulade in one hand, his glass of bourbon in the other. "Okay. Talk." He set the plate on the bar and sat, taking a drink before beginning to shell and eat the little red morsels.
Alex Vipond: "What do you want to know first? That someone is pissed enough at Alea to attack a pack of wolves using ghouls just to extend her an invitation to a party? Or that my sister, whom I thought was dead is alive and well and actually forgives me for killing her daughter." Something he himself seemed incapable of doing, even if the logical part of him, knew he could not have controlled himself any more had he known it was his niece and not his sister.
NightotheAngel: Kalypso was a bit reluctant to return to the studio. Her last encounter with Alex did not go so well. She really was in no rush to get to the garage either. Jeans with t shirt and pull over. Her long hair pulled up in a high ponytail. She made her way inside as she moved to sit at the bar. Softly smiles and nods to Teddy. Her usual drink of gingerale was set before her for the time being. Her backpack would be set on the floor at her feet ::
Javier LaBeaux: Javier glanced at Kalypso as he dragged a crawfish though the pale orange sauce and ate it, dark brown eyes shifting back to Alex as he chewed. It didn't matter which was first.
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded to Kaly then looked back at Javier. "Don't know who the hell it is that's pissed at Alea. Odds are, it's jilted lover, or someone she just flat out screwed over in a business deal. God knows she doesn't cheat fair, let alone play fair. Could be anyone. Who ever it is, though is old and knows both her and Helena. And neither seem to know what the connection is."
NightotheAngel: Kalypso put on the smile as she continued to enjoy her drink. Paying parital attention to the conversation as the two spoke. She sighed a bit and stretched. It had only been a half day of school due to presidents weekend. ::
Javier LaBeaux: Javier shook his head in sympathy, waving a wet hand at Teddy for some paper towels. "I suppose the only way to find out what she knows about it is to talk to her. Or to Nicolette. Or, have to spoken to your sister already?"
Alex Vipond: "Nicolette and I have spoken and I have spoken to Alea and she seems to think it may be someone by the name of Kristos, but I haven't been able to get in touch with Helena to ask if she knows anyone by that name. Not exactly something I want to ask over voicemail or text, if you know what I mean. And Nicolette doesn't have any better idea than I do."
Javier LaBeaux: Nodding his thanks to Teddy, Javier cleaned his mouth and fingers briefly, then ate a few more of the red shellfish. "How is Meghan handling all of these things?"
Alex Vipond: "With an almost unnerving calm." He chuckled. "She is glad that I am making amends with my sister, and pissed that Alea wants to fuck with us, and worried about what else is next, but over all, she's been a rock, despite all of it."
Javier LaBeaux: The voodoo priest nodded and traded the wet napkins for the shell-filled plate when Teddy offered. "That is one less thing you have to worry you, then. Is she going on the tour with you?"
Alex Vipond: "She is. And Lola, whom I suspect is rather ... in tune with the dead, has offered to go as well, 'just in case'. Which makes me wonder if she hasn't seen something I should know about." He didn't know if the woman could foretell the future or not but he wasn't going to discount anything. He'd seen too much through out his years.
Javier LaBeaux: "You need gris gris?" Javier found his lighter under the bar and puffed the stub of stogie to life, pausing to take a sip of his bourbon.
Alex Vipond: "Wouldn't hurt. And Gus is gonna be staying with Charlie so you don't have to worry about him drooling all over your poppets and chickens feet and stuff."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier chuckled and swirled the bourbon in his rocks glass. "Good t'ing," he answered, exaggerating the ususally mild accent.
Alex Vipond: "Yeah well I figure soggy chickens feet can't possibly smell good, you know?" He smirked and finished off his bottle, then ordered up a glass of Javier's bourbon. Before Javier had a chance to warn him about the impending hives, he lifted a hand. "Bond with Meghan cured that allergy. Didn't think anything could but... I was wrong."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier nodded slightly and shifted in his seat at the bar. He took a draw from the cigar stub and then set it down. "There are more unexplainable things than satisfactorily explained things."
Alex Vipond: "Some defy explanation. Donald Trumps hair." He nodded. Alex would swear it was a rug but he'd met the man once. His hair was really like that.
Javier LaBeaux: The voodoo priest leaned back and laughed, pushing away the ashtray and his glass. Alex Vipond: Alex shrugged and took a drink of the bourbon. "Some things are better off not explained. Takes away the mystery. Like a magician's illusions. Once you know the trick, it's not as special."
Javier LaBeaux: He snorted and rose, stretching slightly. "Child's play. Let us see a so-called magician bring back a man from the very fires of Hell." He turned and wandered out the opening in the bar. "I'll prepare some special amulets for Meghan. She will need all the help I can muster."
Alex Vipond: "Which brings us to my next idea and I have already spoken to Mars about it...." He paused and glanced into his glass, swirling the amber about within it, before looking back at Javier. "A bond with a lycan. Meghan would be protected if anything happened to me."
Javier LaBeaux: Javier stopped and looked back at Alex thoughtfully and for a while. "You are a strange one. You make peace with those most of your kind would simply rip apart because they can. Did no one tell you that you and the wolves are enemies? Mortal enemies, though the term seems wrong in this case." He resumed his slow amble for the steep steps which rose to his loft.
Alex Vipond: "What can I say? I'm a forward thinking sort." He shrugged. "And who am I gonna trust, my kind?" Alex snorted at that, though it was to Javier's back as the man headed for the stairs that would take him to his sanctuary.
Javier LaBeaux: That drew another chuckle from the black man. "You have a point, my friend." His steps were silent to human ears on the stairway. "If by 'your kind' you mean Alea."
Alex Vipond: Alea, the Master of the City, the Temoin. Any number of people in that circle. None of them were trusted.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 20, 2013 22:44:00 GMT -8
[Note: I only posted half the log because I got tired of cleaning up the splicing.]
Alex Vipond: Leaving his private studio, Alex headed up front, gum rolled from one side of his mouth to the other as he looked over the numbers from LFE. Havard Medical's clinical trials on the universal blood was, thus far, successful. If it worked as well in humans as it did in rats, hospitals would no longer have to type and cross match blood before transfusing. It would save innumerable lives if successful. Alex couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like. As he moved to the bar, he took up a lean and nodded to Teddy.
Manager Cieaner: --Jake had a surprise for Alex as he followed the large storage truck in his black FJ Cruiser as they were heading for the loading dock of Studio 7. It wouldnt be food, or drinks arriving today, but a truck full of 20,000 CD's of Alex's new album for his U.S. tour. As the truck started to back up, beeping going on as the truck was reaching the loading dock. Jake parked the SUV and got out in his leather jacket and dark jeans. He'd help the truck driver as he directed him to the dock to drop off the albums-- (d)
A Creole Soul: Arelia can't come back to seven ever again. Don't ask why! -d- Alex Vipond: Sound travels and that much sound, was sure to garner attention. Alex pushed from his lean and headed for the back. Pulling the door open he looked out to see Jake and ... a large truck. "Well, I'm guessing it's not Avon calling."
Manager Cieaner: --Alex appeared as Jake gave him a quick wave as he laughed at his response. He walked toward Alex, shaking his hand, saying-- "Yeah, it's 20,000 pounds of mascara as a giveaway. Yeah right, it's your CD's for the U.S. tour. Figure you will be needing these in the next couple of weeks. Just want you to be stocked up for tour." -- (d) Alex Vipond: "Cool." Alex nodded. "Actually if the driver can reroute, I can store them in my garage. Not sure if Javier has the room for them here." Really the only place for them would be the store room and that was full of kitchen stuff. He was, however, itching to crack them open and take a look. "Maybe he could leave one carton here? You know, a kind of preview...."
Manager Cieaner: --He glanced at the palletes coming out and he wondered where in the hell they were gonna store everything. He would ask-- I can leave a carton here. Can your garage fit all these? Just gotta find a place if not." -- (d) DeviI Red: The redhead was hoofin' it tonight, hunkered down in her leather as she headed for Studio 7. Had been awhile since she'd stopped by and she thought she'd check things out and see who was around. Or wasn't. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, I'll just park in the drive. Better than Benz than anything else." He nodded. Meghan wasn't parking out, not her car or her bike and he wasn't leaving the Ferrari out. That, like Alex, rarely saw the light of day... or.. almost light of Seattle.
Manager Cieaner: --He nodded to Alex as he said-- "I sure as hell wouldn't leave a Ferrari out. But talk to the driver, to give him your address. I'm sure he can unload the rest of the CD's there." --He watched as the driver unloaded the one crate of CD's out. Jake glanced as he saw the tattooed redhead as he waved her over, saying to her-- "Hey, wanna help move some CD's inside, Sed?" --Giving her that customary smart ass grin he gives her-- (d)
DeviI Red: She walked in on the car conversation, thinking she just wouldn't have a Ferrari period, but that was her preference -- the woman liked muscle, in it's many varieties. "Do we get a discount on what we pay you?" She smirked back. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --Jake laughed as Sed shot him off an answer. He gave her a look, as if she just asked if someone farted or something. He looked to Alex for a moment, as he shook his head and responded to her-- "Ah, yeah right Sed. I figure you're gonna be getting these same sort of crates in late April when your album comes out." --Glancing over at Jake, then to Sed-- "I'm gonna be getting actual office space next month. I'm gonna need storage for your albums for the European tour, and storage for Eleventh Hour albums, because I know Sed wants to keep all those albums at her place, right Sed?" --Just giving a soft chuckle as he asked her-- "Where's your car?" -- (d)
DeviI Red: "That's what I thought," she continued smirking, offering Alex a nod (if he was around), and then shrugging. "Didn't feel like driving tonight." -d-
Alex Vipond: "For you, It's a gift." he chuckled, "So you hoofed it?" Wasn't like she was gonna get mugged. Not by a human. "Be careful out there. We still got weirdness going on. This Kristos that Alea talked about... Fucker is looking to move in on Seattle and take it over. According to what Alea said." He shrugged. Not entirely sure he trusted her but better the devil you know... "After the attack on the pack, you be careful."
Manager Cieaner: --Jake looked to Alex as he discussed the Alea deal. He knew of some of the stuff going on, but Kristos' name was unknown to him. He said-- "Who is this Kristos' guy, in relation to everybody? It would be weird to not have to worry about Alea- or should we still be unsure of her intentions towards all of us?" --He was keeping a distance from Alea, expect to discuss business. He glanced at Sed, knowing about the pack attack and wondered if she had any plans for revenge-- (d)
DeviI Red: "Well, I certainly can't fly," she snickered, sauntering over to see if any of the boxes were open so she could have a peek. As for storing CD's somewhere, "Hit up Ryan, his place is bigger...." Sed had no such plans, not without talking to Mars, especially since no one else knew what to do about it either. She'd come to that conclusion after talking briefly with TC. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Never heard of him before, but Alea said he showed up at her place a couple months back. Wanted to join forces with her, get her backing in a bid for the city. Frankly, anyone that would cause that kind of ruckus, I don't want running the city. He's apparently also the one who perptrated the zombie attack back in November. Lot of people were hurt. That kind of ego we don't need here." Manager Cieaner: --Jake heard a little mention of the zombie attack, but from what he understood- there was a lot of cover up there, not to scare people. He looked to Sed-- "Weren't you around for that? I wasn't but only heard about it." --Turning back to Alex, he asked-- "Do you trust Alea on this one?" -- (d) Alex Vipond: "Trust and Alea do not factor into the same sentence, however... In this instance, considering how she reacted... I don't think she's lying. I think this Kristos has, more or less, pissed her off more than I have. And... that's saying a lot." Alex looked from Jake to Sedona as they stood out back on the loading dock.
RJ MuIIigan: Where the hell had RJ been for the last several days? He'd moved his things out of Mars' garage, and had seemingly vanished. However, the massive Jackal was strolling through the Studio's front door with a cigarette smoldering between his lips. Leather coat had been replaced by a sheepskin lined outdoorsman jacket, his gun secured in a specially made inner pocket of that wonderful, snuggly coat. He still had his hands tucked into his pockets as he took his time moving toward Alex, dropping into a chair beside him with a nod of greeting. There was a change in the energy around RJ, something.. more organized, less of the previous confusion and stress he'd practically been oozing for the last few weeks. "Hey." Oh, and he smelled like fresh lumber and sawdust.
A Creole Soul: So after last night's little lighter explosion, Lola helped her move everything into the apartment and then they went grocery shopping. Today she secured a nice safe parking spot for the Caddy in a garage, first month rental fee covered by flashin' the old codger some tit. That is why the taxi stopped outside and the leggy dame unfolded from the rear door. Per usual she was in her beat to shit jeans, zipped up blood hoodie, and that waist length leather jacket. Once out in the fresh air she lit the cigarette she had already stuck between her lips as she handed over the green to the driver. New lighter in hand she lit the cancer stick and took a deep inhale. Hazels narrowed on the door as the debate began. -d- DeviI Red: At the mention of Alea, she instantly envisioned a pit of slithering vipers -- beautiful to look at, poisonous when bitten by. She looked over a shoulder at them both, done perusing the contents for the time being and striking a lean against a pile of boxes she supposed she would be helping with. -d- Manager Cieaner: --Looking to Alex, as he said that someone pissed Alea off more than he did. He laughed, saying-- "Didn't know that was possible. You know, I've got an idea for a recon deal. Alea wants me to set up one of those fetish balls there sometime in May. I'm supposed to send a couple demo models over there to meet with Alea. Perhaps if I gave them what Kristos looked like, they could see if he was there and report back. Just a thought." --None of them needed a vampire coming in and wreaking havoc for vampires, werewolves or humans. But he knew that these models would be going into the viper pit. Better them than Jake or Sed-- (d) RJ MuIIigan: Did we say inside? We meant outside. On the loading dock. RJ can stalk anyone, and he was currently stalking Alex. Instead of a chair, let's say he took up a lean against the side of the dock itself. Yes, that's it. Alex Vipond: "I can't see Alea having him back, especially if he annoyed her by wanting to be equal partners in anything. She's a control freak, who doesn't like to share. If she has or had any designs on the city, she'd take, and without all the collateral damage. She knows well enough that she's going to need to have certain elements in her favor."
RJ MuIIigan: Alex's stalker exhaled cigarette smoke through his nostrils as he spoke. "Hey, garlic actually work on you bastards?" There was no malice in his question, just simple curiosity. As left field as it may seem, there was method to the madness. "What about mirrors, and shit?"
Alex Vipond: "Only if you want to repel is with your breath." He looked over at RJ. "You think I look this good without one?"
Manager Cieaner: --Jake glanced at Alex as he heard about Alea. He'd ask Alex-- "Well, let me know what you need me to do in regards to this guy- if anything. I'm sure my powers would do...well...actually nothing." --He laughed as leaned against the crate to Sed and said-- "Did you get my email about the European dates?" -- (d)
nuuumber nine: Was she going to get shanked and tossed if the cigarette she had pinched in her mouth was lit? As the colorful asian made her way through the establishment and towards the bar she'd slid that slanted stare about the place in search of any kind of signage. She's short, so when she got to the bar she'd need to hop a bit to get that ass into a stool, but she did so with ease. "Magic Hat" She'd beam as soon as her chance came. One ink littered arm raised as fingers forced dual hot pink and black strands out of her freckled face. TMNT backpack would then be hauled and dropped into the neighboring chair, unzipped and dug through. How about smoking? She was seconds away from lighting that stick.
RJ MuIIigan: He removed his cigarette and tapped the ashes to the concrete. "I bought that cabin." Ah, there was the method. "Just wanted to secure the place against unwanted visitors, if possible." He'd already staked his claim on the land in his own way, and had driven off a black bear just that morning. That fucker wouldn't be back any time soon, and RJ hoped he'd tell his little friends.
DeviI Red: She was lighting up a smoke, blue eyes shifting to Jake as he questioned her. "I did," she smiled, finally responding after plucking the cigarette from her lips, letting it dangle from her fingertips. "Gonna need a few drinks for that flight, but it'll be fucking worth it." Another drag was taken as she sunk down deeper into the collar, chasing off any chill. -d-
Alex Vipond: "You can start by not inviting them in." He nodded. "Makes a big difference." As for the smoking, there was signage, according to city ordinance prohibiting such indoors. Part of why the others were out on the loading dock still and not inside. The bar tender, however would ask short stuff what she wanted. Alex looked back at Jake. "What I need you to do is stay safe and off the radar. Don't need this Kristos knowing my associates and fucking with them for leverage." Because yes, his kind were dicks like that, with Alea being a prime example of such.
Manager Cieaner: --Jake listened to RJ discuss his preparations, in case something went down. It was probably a pretty good idea on how to handle things. He turned back to Sed as he said-- "I'll get ya the times and stage info later on. By the way, I'll be at the New Orleans show- sold out now. I want to talk with you guys about the listening party and stuff then too as well." --Turning to Alex, hearing what he had to say, replying-- "Will do. Anybody got a picture of this guy?"--(d)
A Creole Soul: Long mane of brunette was tucked in that hood, which was pulled up on her headto help prevent the cold from going down her neck. Also made it impossible to tell who she was. The taxi had pulled away leaving her to stand on the curb with the cherry end of her cigarette sticking out the opening of the hoodie. Hands had tucked themselves into the pockets of her jacket while still staring at the front door. Did she really want to go in there? A plume of greyish smoke wisped skyward. -d-
RJ MuIIigan: Oh, was there a no smoking sign nearby? Now that he'd bothered Alex, RJ was heading inside for a meal. As he passed the no smoking sign, callused fingers stubbed the butt out right in the middle of the big red circle, and flicked the remains into the storm drain. Hey, the gators gotta get their fix, too. He slipped in through the back door, and took the long way around the kitchen lest he get threatened with a whisk, or something. Once he was back in the club proper, RJ NOW sank down into a chair, shrugging out of his jacket. The mountain man transformation was mostly complete, seeing as he had a red plaid long sleeved lumberjack shirt opened at the throat to reveal a hint of thewhite undershirt. Legs stretched out before him, RJ was pulling out a fresh cigarette and lighting up.
nuuumber nine: She'd have to curb that cancer lust for now, and instead she'd slip that stick behind the shell of one pierced ear. Tucking in her sneakered feet, she sat propped up and only now worked the bacon and egg scarve she was wearing off as well as slipping out of that yellow peacoat. Dark eyes watched the mountain man as he came in and sunk down. She'd offer a smile before a hand moved to snatch her beer. Nomnomnom. Wait...this place has food? Beam!
DeviI Red: Looking at Jake, she agreed with Alex. "Seriously, listen to him." Last thing she needed was to have to leave the band high and dry to save him from some venemous bitch. If she didn't, she was sure a certain little blonde would be biting at her ankles like a Chihuahua. The visual caused her to smirk, something she had to hide behind another drag. -d-
Manager Cieaner: --Glancing at her, shaking his head and saying-- "that's not what I meant. I meant if he ever showed up at the office or something. I have no interested in running into this guy. But if someone decides they want to track me down somewhere in town, I want to be aware what they look like" --Yeah, Sed was right, a little blonde would be out for blood if Jake went missing-- (d) Alex Vipond: Alex looked at Sedona and smirked, then looked back at Jake. "We cool then? No heroics? If you get your ass killed man, I ain't talking to you ever again." Yeah, some threat there. "And I don't know what he looks like, but I can get a description from the QB."
DeviI Red: Or venemous bastard, she thought again to herself, since there were a pair of them now. -d-
RJ MuIIigan: This place had great food, and RJ was ordering a steak, baked potato and whatever veggie he would likely leave untouched on the side of his plate. Instead of his usual beer, he'd ordered... coffee. Lots of it.
Manager Cieaner: --Jake smirked as he put his hands up, saying to both Alex and Sed-- "A description would be good. But yeah, I'm not gonna be a hero- I will steer clear." --He wasn't about to piss off his two biggest supernatural allies. Glancing at Alex, he'd say to him-- "I'll have the driver take these to your garage. Give me a call if you guys need anything, all right?" -- (d)
Whisky and Stone: Donovie was out wandering the streets again, but tonight he'd dressed a little more appropriately for the weather in layers of cotton and fleece under leather. Out front, he was caught out by the light slanting across concrete and asphalt, the image of a person walking alone in the distance. He paused long enough to lift his rangefinder camera to his eye, compose his shot, and capture that image forever. Then he went on, making his way to the bar. Perhaps there'd be more semi-karaoke tonight. (d)
RJ MuIIigan: Ahh shit. RJ wasn't able to get drunk to drown out the screechings of people singing 'Pokerface..' Damn.
nuuumber nine: Why not?
RJ MuIIigan: Gave up the booze. Made a promise.
nuuumber nine: Promises will kill ya.
RJ MuIIigan: Damn near, but it had to be done.
Whisky and Stone: He made his way to the building, rather. He's not inside yet.
RJ MuIIigan: Whereas everyone around him seemed to be playing with their phones, RJ was tugging over the newspaper some polite patron had left on the tabletop. He made it a point to rustle the pages as much as he could get away with without openly being a prick, reminding the younger generation what the hell he was holding. Sports? Some fucker had spilled beer all over the back of the page, and the scent of it was making his mouth water.
nuuumber nine: Luckily, or possibly unluckily for Nine she doesn't have anybody close enough to her to force promises of sobriety on her. Hopping out of that stool, she'd snag her beer and make way towards the front of that building. The poor girl wasn't aware the back was where the cool kids smoked. Pulling the cigarette from behind her ear she had the thing lit before the girl pushed through the door outside. Nine probably looked insane, standing outside in the cold wearing a pair of jean shorts and a Nick Cave T-shirt-- the scarf and jacket were used for show normally, so she wouldn't freak people out but in the moment of her cancer lust she had forgotten them. Nobody is out front anyway, right?
A Creole Soul: And cue the tall person standing on the curb turning and looking down the street. The rest of that cigarette between her lips was sucked down to the filter before she plucked it and flicked it into the gutter. The amount of smoke exhaled might've confused someone that there was a fire ahead and not someone just sneaking one last nicotine fix before heading inside. Jaw was clenched as she said a small prayer. -d- RJ MuIIigan: See, the great part about being seven feet tall is that you can smoke wherever the fuck you want, and people hardly bitch about it. A hippie had tried that 'obnoxious coughing' on him once, but had resulted only in RJ threatening to turn the man into 'Dipshit tofu.'
NightotheAngel: Kalypso needed a change of scenery for the time being. She was dressed in a pair of coveralls as her long hair was pulled back with a red bandana. After school she had spent most of the day at the garage. Now it was closed and she had long finished her homework. She headed to the club for a bit. Making her way to the door as she let herself in an went to take up an open seat at the bar. She smiled as spoke with Teddy. The place seemed busy enough tonight.::
Alex Vipond: "Will do." He nodded. "You take it easy and watch your back. You need anything, don't hesitate to call." He offered his hand out to Jake, before the man left, and then, he'd look at Sedona. "I don't know about you, but my ass is freezing, I'm going inside." The carton of CDs was cracked open, a key used to cut the tape, and then he pulled one of the discs out. He turned it over in hand, studying it, before offering it out to Sedona. Whisky and Stone: Donovie entered the building a couple of minutes after Arelia, having stopped to compose and snap another shot. Thank heavens for digital toys and their high ISOs. Maybe he'd actually get something useable from his trip. Letting the camera rest against his chest, he tugged the edges of his jacket up and around it, helping camouflage the sleek, dark body. Once he was inside, he reached up to drag his knit cap off his head, making his way toward the bar. He took quick stock of the crowd as he went. (d)
A Creole Soul: Was he snapping pictures of her ass?! -d-
Whisky and Stone: Nope, strangers on the street and the dramatic light from the street lamps.
RJ MuIIigan: If he was, RJ wants copies for posterity. Hurhur. C'mon, that was funny.
NightotheAngel: Just as long as the ass doesnt belong to Kalypso. Then that is bound to bring about a whole lot of other problems for the young photographer.::
Whisky and Stone: Donovie would be flattered to be called "young."
RJ MuIIigan: RJ tugged off the last page of the newspaper and slid it across the tabletop toward the other side. Oh fuck yes, RJ would have gone Jackal on whoever was stupid enough to try and take naughty pictures of Kal. In the meantime, his steak and coffee arrived, and RJ was happily continuing his carnivorous meal plan.
nuuumber nine: Nine finished sucking down her Camel and was shoving in through the door once more. The Japanese weirdo regained her stake at the bar, and when she got there she'd have a stake of paperwork waiting to greet her. Grumble. "Teddy, another beer please." Tipping her bottle back she'd drain the last sip before tying back her hair and folding over her stack.
DeviI Red: Sedona chuckled as Alex claimed to be cold, "What else is new?" He was perpetually such, but alas, she wouldn't continue teasing him -- plenty could be said about her as well. She just shoved off what she was leaning against and started for the back door, following him, the redhead reaching out for the CD he was handing her. Immediately, she flipped it to the back, even before looking at the front -- funny how some people did that. "Sweet!" -d-
NightotheAngel: Kalypso sat at the bar as she ordered a club sandwhich. She seen Rj as she debated on going over and joining him. Just to get under his fur a bit.:: Whisky and Stone: Tonight, Donovie opted to find himself a stool as far away from the door as he could. He was more comfortable having a good vantage point and a wall at his back. Perching there, he ordered a Seven and Seven and declined to start a tab. The smell of food was tempting, but he held off for now. He lay money out on the bar to pay for his drink and cruised another look through the room. (d)
RJ MuIIigan: Oh come on, he was eating steak and reading about how the latest football game had been as disappointing as a virgin's first fuck! He was quietly enjoying a meal he didn't have to grill himself. Hell, he hadn't even finished building the damned thing. He needed to find more stones before he ran out of mortar. In fact, he needed to hit up home depot to get some appliances.
nuuumber nine: "What kind of camera is that?" All eyes on Donovie. She was using him as her scapegoat, surely if she started a conversation she wouldn't have to concentrate on her work. The Jap was all about procrastination, any excuse which allowed her to look away from that stack was welcome. She'd turn in her stool and offer the stranger a smile. "It's very nice."
RJ MuIIigan: The thing being the grill out back.. Because mun is retarded like that.
Alex Vipond: "You like?" He grinned at her as he picked up the carton and headed inside with it. He'd drop it off in his private space, grabbing a few more, then moving with Sedona up front. "I had it all set to go then realized belatedly that I not once put my name on it, anywhere. Had to do some fast editing."
Whisky and Stone: Questioned about the camera, he moved the edge of his jacket so the woman could see the tell-tale red dot painted above the lens. "Leica M-9," he said. "And thanks." A polite smile in return. The camera ought to be nice, given what he'd paid for it. (d)
A Creole Soul: Hands came up and she pulled the hoodie down to uncover that thick mane. Head shook from side to side for a moment before those hands were able to run through the mess. Once that was done she unzipped both jackets and headed over to the bar. "Bottle o' Mama's, shar. Sil vous plait." While waiting for the bottle to be handed over she pulled both jackets off of her torso to reveal the thermal, long sleeve shirt beneath. Items held in wait. Foot tapping on the floor. -d-
NightotheAngel: Kalypso would move with her drink and food to sit with RJ. Figured he could use some company being the big people person that he was. Always up for a good conversation.::
nuuumber nine: "Oh!" She'd nod with a brilliant smile. "Leica's are awesome, I use to have one. The dot gives it away for sure." Raising a hand she'd offer a finger wiggle wave before grinning. "I'm Nine. Who are you?"
DeviI Red: "I do," she nodded approvingly. Not that he needed her approval, but she gave it just the same. "Nice work." Upon entering, she looked up, eyes doing a quick scan of her surroundings. She'd been there awhile already, but being out back had left her at a slight disadvantage, not knowing who was there or wasn't any longer, with the exception of Jake. -d-
RJ MuIIigan: He didn't look up from his steak as he spoke. "You finish your homework?" More A1 was trickled over his meal, though not enough to overwhelm the flavor of the meat. He made a mental note to get a hunting license ASAP so he could stock up on venison and rabbit.
Whisky and Stone: "I'm Donovie," he replied, tucking the camera back under the edge of his jacket. The motion seemed to be more habit than precaution, something he'd done a thousand times to keep from drawing attention to his gear. "It's good to meet you, Nine." He gave his drink a gentle stir, then took a swallow from the glass. (d)
chronic violet: " Hey, Babe", to the Ox of a bouncer (who normally is nonplussed at her attention), and ran a finger around the shadow he cast on the wall. " You know, one day, it will happen." Walking passed him, a finger poking at the silhouettes chest, " You will Smile. All will be forgiven. It could happen," Lola gave a wiley smile. " But for now, It's Teddy time," she waved her fingers in farewell and headed to where Arelia sat, " Hey Red, Hey Double D," sitting down first in the stool, and then she swished up to the bar beside her friend, " You know, it's BUSY in here," and frowned. A wistful look over her shoulder, " Did you miss me Theodore?" (d)
NightotheAngel: "Yes. I always finish my school work first thing when I get home. Then I go to work. Which I just got off of .":: She stuck her tonuge out at him as she spoke. ::"Hows your day been. Pissing off the masses?":: nuuumber nine: "Yeah, you too.' She'd tip her bottle back for a quick sip before doubling over the bar, facing the photographer. "I've got to be honest, I have tons of paperwork I'm suppose to be doing, and instead I've decided to talk to you... mainly because I really don't fuckin' wanna deal with it." Beam! "So, where are you from?" Her freckled face held a smile while dark slanted stare leveled on her new barmate.
RJ MuIIigan: He sat back in his chair, setting fork down to pick up his coffee. "Pretty good, really. Started in on repairing the roof of the cabin. Cleaned out the master bedroom, unfucked some plumbing, then punched a black bear in the face." NightotheAngel: "Sounds like another day in Rj's neighborhood.":: Smirks as she looks to him and stretched a bit. She sipped her gingerale as the club sandwhich was brough to the table as she ate::
Alex Vipond: She wasn't the only one who checked out the crowd, which had grown considerably in the last half hour, to forty five minutes that he and Jake and Sedona had been bullshitting out back. Okay so it wasn't quite bullshitting it was mostly business. Call it an impromptu business meeting. Moving back to the bar, he took up a lean and gave Teddy a nod.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 24, 2013 13:08:38 GMT -8
One of many posters plastered on the walls of various music venues, including Studio 7.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Feb 25, 2013 18:03:17 GMT -8
Out in the Parking Lot:
Alex Vipond: Alex returned, shoes crossing pavement, moving toward Sedona's car as his coat settled around him and then slid across his legs almost covetously.
DeviI Red: Sed followed him as he closed the distance between him and the car, the window rolled down and music lowered. "I don't remember the last time I saw you outside," she chuckled, then snapped her fingers, remembering. "Never mind, there was that night with RJ. And last month." She meant at the lake. The redhead was trying to keep things light. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Yeah, it has been known to happen. Italy is going to be fun, you should come." He chuckled. "So..." His hands slid into his coat pockets as he leaned against her car. What the hell did you talk about when you'd just been through that kind of shit, you know? "Two more days, huh?"
DeviI Red: "Never know, just might take you up on that," she nodded, watching him. As for what you talked about after shit like that: anything but the shit itself. "Yeah, it's gonna be the longest two days of my life," she grinned a little in spite of herself, and what she was feeling -- was always better if they didn't stare too deep into the abyss that was herself. The less they knew about her, the better right? Better to appear flighty, than guarded, or so she kept telling herself. -d-
Alex Vipond: "You should. Nice afternoon show, outside in the warm... sunshine." he nodded. Seemed rather stupid now, or at the least, painful. Wasn't Seattle.
DeviI Red: "What dates you there again?" She quirked a brow, trying to do the math, seeing where Eleventh Hour would be at that point. -d-
Alex Vipond: "April, 20th to the 26th. You in Europe then?" Likely, maybe. They still needed the dates for the UK. Alex would have to get on that if it wasn't too late to book. Might end up being later in the year.
DeviI Red: "We're not in Europe till the end of May. From the 28th, till the end of April, we're in the States. We get a month off and then we're overseas; Sweden, Germany and England." She scrunched her nose seeing that he'd be back before them. -d-
Alex Vipond: "We're in France until the 4th of May and then off to the UK. After that, it's off to Brazil."
DeviI Red: "We'll have to have a fucking party when we all are in the same place again," she nodded. Thinking about it now, it felt like forever, but soon the time was going to fly and all the cities, states and countries would be one big blur, but a memorable blur. -d-
Alex Vipond: They wouldn't have time to think about time. "You know, I've put off doing this, for so long that now that I finally am... It feels surreal. Know what I mean? Like I'm watching someone else make all these plans and do all these things. Not me."
DeviI Red: "Yeah, till you see yourself in the pictures," she laughed. Or, in her case, once or twice, mug shots. She smiled then, resting her head against the rest, turned in the driver's seat so she was facing him. "I know what you mean, though." -d-
Alex Vipond: "Oh, you have not seen the show shots of me in my blond days have you....” he chuckled. "I looked like I was twelve." Shaking his head, he smiled. "Good times."
DeviI Red: "Lestat," she snickered softly, teasing him, of course. And Alea was the Queen of the Damned. -d-
Alex Vipond: Laughing, he shook his head. "I like to think I had a little more going for me than a pair of tight leather pants and a see through mesh shirt." What do you mean was?
DeviI Red: Is. "Yeah, you do," she smirked. "Much more. It's called talent. By the way..." she remembered something and reached over, rifling through the glove box to pull out the CD he'd given her, as well as a black Sharpie marker. She handed them both to him with a wink. "No reason all the jail bait should get your autograph, and not me." -d-
Alex Vipond: "Thanks." Smiling, he glanced around, then looked back as she offered him out the CD he'd given her and the pen. "For the first time,” he spoke as he took the CD and Sharpie and signed the album, "I'm going to be signing these at concerts and not just photographs that have circled around the internet and note books."
DeviI Red: "About time," she grinned, watching him. For the signature as well as the fact that he had CD's to be signing. It suddenly made her think of Jake and she made a mental note to try and meet up with him before she left, for non-business related things. -d-
Alex Vipond: The signature was a stylized AV, which followed the words, Sedona, all the love. He handed it and the Sharpie back. "Hopefully, once we get back from tour, we can get everything set into place for next year." Yes he was starting early but things had been hurry, hurry, rush, rush with this one. More time meant better planning. "And I am so not going commercial again. Last time I did that, on my way to a show in Brazil, the airline lost my Tak." Yes. It had been six years and he was still bitching about that. "Three shows into a six show tour with a borrowed guitar."
DeviI Red: Sedona winced at the thought. "THAT...would suck," she nodded, agreeing with and understanding him completely, the last word spoken sharply. She shook her head, not wanting to imagine it. She'd have been a bitch the entire time if it had happened to her. When he was done signing, she accepted the pen and CD back, turning it over so she could read what he wrote. "Awwww...." she teased him again, with a wink before adding, "Thank you." She sat there, holding the items, in no hurry to put them away, though she would need to get going soon. "Hey, so, since we're in New York together, I'll shoot you a text. Maybe we can hang out some, 'less you and Meghan have plans." -d-
Alex Vipond: "God, no, not that I know of. I'll have to check and see when we're due at our next gig, but I've got most of the shows set early which leaves me plenty of time to spend with the fans after for signing and pictures. So you figure an eight o clock show, I should be out of there by midnight, one o clock. What time is last call in New York? Do they have last call in New York?"
DeviI Red: Yes, even the city that never sleeps has last calls, usually between 2 and 4 in the morning, depending on the venue. "We'll figure something out," she grinned. "I got your number, you've got mine." On that note, she was setting everything down on the seat beside her, so she could put the key she'd been palming into the ignition, about to fire up the engine. Thumbing back to the trunk, she merely nodded, letting him know a she'd kept her promise and made the delivery -- even stuck around, but she played it off, making it sound like she meant she was going to go, even though she really was. "Ryan's gonna be wondering where the fuck I am," she smirked. -d-
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded. "Well we can't have that, now can we?" He smiled to her, then his expression sobered. "You be careful going home and text me when you get there. But only once the door is locked behind you."
DeviI Red: "No," she laughed, shaking her head. "We can't have that." The two may not have been brother and sister, but they sure as hell acted like it, the best of friends one minute then at each other's throats the next. Last thing she wanted was to listen to him complain the rest of the night. "I'll do that," she smiled, twisting the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life -- God, how she loved that. "'Night," she said finally, refusing to say goodbye.
Alex Vipond: "Night." he nodded, stepping back from the car, hand lifted in parting and then slipped back into his coat pocket.
DeviI Red: They weren't going to be gone for good -- just a few months at best. With that, she was guiding the Camaro through the lot and out onto the near empty street. -d-
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2013 16:58:05 GMT -8
[ From 2/26/13 ]
Miss Shaylen: Shaylen was on her lunch break, albeit a late one, when she decided to take a little detour to the studio she'd only been to twice two or three times since arriving in Seattle. Pulling into the lot, she parked the 2011 Mustang GT500 in a blue that matched her eyes. It was a gift from her parents for her graduation from Tulane, and after accepting what she was doing, where she was and who she was with, they shipped it to her all the way from Louisiana. Stepping out in those stilettos that hiked the petite blonde up a few inches, she straightened her pencil skirt and headed for the door, not even knowing if Alex could be found there, but she decided to look anyway. -d-
Styx McKenzi: And wouldn't you know it, she just missed him by about forty five minutes. Which could mean he'd be back at any time. She hoped so. Lola mentioned tour and though Styx knew Alex had a drummer, two couldn't hurt, could they? You know in case of splinter, bring on the understudy.
Miss Shaylen: Tucking strands of platinum behind an ear, she looked around, a little bit hesitant being here on her own, but she was a big girl -- well, okay, maybe not in height, but she could suck up a case of nerves any time she needed to, offering a polite smile to anyone she came in contact with. -d-
T C Beckwith: TC looked over at the woman as she walked in, a nod given, the beer in hand lifted to take a drink. "Well hello." He grinned at her, and then turned in his lean against the bar.
Miss Shaylen: The place was more quiet than she remembered, less crowded, but given the time of day and that it was only Tuesday, it was to be expected. Not seeing anyone she recognized as of yet, she wandered over to the bar, about to slide out of the thigh-length leather coat that topped the amethyst blouse she was wearing, looking all business at the moment in her attire, which she was -- it was a work day after all. She was setting her belongings down on a stool when the stranger said hello and she gave him a little smile. "Hello." -d-
Styx McKenzi: Sucking down the last of her Dr Pepper, she looked to the woman and offered her hand out. "Styx. New to town, getting settled in."
Miss Shaylen: Another smile, and she took her hand, shaking it. "Same here. Sort of." She'd been here a month or so, but she was still settling in. "Styx, is it?" her smile softened, became a little more relaxed as she continued," Nice to meet you; I'm Shay." -d-
T C Beckwith: "And I'm TC." Since they were all getting acquainted, he offered his hand out, to each in turn.
Styx McKenzi: Shay's hand was shaken and then TC's before she looked to Teddy. "Beer me, T-man!" She was done with the kiddy stuff. Time to gear up like the pros.
Miss Shaylen: "Good to meet you, too," she grinned. Sliding up onto one of the stools, she crossed one leg over the other, waiting for Styx to order her drink before adding, "Got any Abita back there?" She arched a slender brow, eyes wide, all hopeful. It was a New Orleans brand, but other states sometimes carried it. This one could, too. -d-
Alex Vipond: Javier was from New Orleans. The Studio had it. Teddy got it for her, and Styx her beer, and made sure TC was good as well.
T C Beckwith: "You come in here a lot?" it was maybe his third time in and he'd not seen either woman before.
Miss Shaylen: "Yesss..." A little bit of home was brought out to her and she was all smiles, baby blues dancing around the room before returning to Styx and TC, bouncing back and forth between the two. "Once or twice, so far. I haven't been in Seattle all that long." -d-
Styx McKenzi: "Same here. Day four in fact, rolled in Saturday. Checking the Job scene." Not that she was gonna hound Teddy, since he hadn't heard one way or the other as of yet, but it didn't hurt to be a squeaky wheel some times.
Miss Shaylen: "A month for me," she nodded. Give or take a few days.
Styx McKenzi: "So what is it you do?" She sipped her beer and looked between Shay and TC. "I'm a drummer without a band."
Miss Shaylen: Her eyes lit up when she said she was a drummer. "You should talk to my boyfriend. He manages bands. In fact, he's managing Alex." She wasn't sure if she knew Alex, but she dropped the name, nonetheless. "Me? I just started working at Crescendo's." It was a restaurant/bar and while it started out as number-crunching, knowing Jake was quickly moving her into a more managerial position. Reaching for her purse, she started digging around inside it, looking for one of his business cards. -d-
T C Beckwith: He just smiled and listened to the girls. If he could avoid talk about himself beyond the superficial he would. Folks were better off that way. Or at least he was.
Styx McKenzi: "Really?" One brow rose upward. "His name wouldn't be Jake, would it?" What were the odds, really. Would be kind of out there if Shay was Jake's squeeze.
Miss Shaylen: She smiled when she said his name -- sorry, the girl just couldn't help it, nodding. "It is. Jake Collingwood." She dug a little bit deep, rifling through her belonging before giving a little, 'there it is' under her breath when she found what she was looking for. Pulling out the card, she passed it off to Styx. "Really. Give him a call." -d-
Styx McKenzi: "Thanks, I actually emailed him earlier." She smiled. "He's gonna see if he can't find a band for me or , players to form one." She nodded. "Angry girl music..." She nodded. "It's a thing."
Miss Shaylen: Between her country roots and Jake's musical background, their place was filled with all sorts of music, so she grinned, knowing just what she meant. "Ain't nothin' wrong with that," said with that Southern drawl she didn't dare try to shake. And then she looked back to TC, noticing how quiet he got. "Cat got your tongue?" She was teasing. -d-
T C Beckwith: "Not at all, just getting listening to the lovely sound of your voices." He smiled. Yep, that was TC. Best break out the hip waders.
Miss Shaylen: She shook a little with a soft chuckle as she continued to nurse the bottle of beer she was holding, french-manicured fingertips tapping softly against the glass. -d-
FlawIess Energy: It'd been a while since Avary had allowed herself a night out on the town. With trying to find herself a job and a place to live, other than the hotel, it had kept her fairly busy. She was now working at the local library and she just found herself a nice lil place to call home. Or so she hoped. There were still a few minor details to take care of but she was confident the owner would lease the place to her. The Toyota Cruiser came pulling in and once in park, the engine was killed. The lil brunette slipped free from her driver seat, locked up and headed inside. Was time to see what Sparky, (to which TC so kindly refers to her as) could get herself into. [d]
T C Beckwith: Any woman that can knock him across the room without trying, damned right he was gonna call her Sparky.
Alex Vipond: Alex had his pow wow with Sasha, after handing over the envelope delivered. Now he was making his way back into to the Studio by way of the tunnel that ran from the parking garage two blocks away to the basement. And beyond, but Alex had no desire to go spelunking and find out all of where the tunnels led. Nope, he was heading through the kitchen and into the main room, back to the bar and, "Cup of coffee, Teddy." Yes, the elixir of life. Can you imagine as hyped as he was on stage now, jacked up on caffeine?
Miss Shaylen: "Where's everyone from?" Shaylen continued getting to know them. Was about time she made some friends in this city, and this was the only way she knew to do so, her gaze drifting between TC and Styx, sipping from her drink. -d-
Styx McKenzi: "St Louis." She nodded. "Got tired of washing cars." And watching her cousins fight over her uncle's estate, which he left to the cat. Which she took with her when she left.
Miss Shaylen: "Louisiana," she offered with a smile, but left out the fact that she got tired of being under Daddy's thumb, being forced into a marriage that was just a business deal for him. She then looked at TC, arching a brow, seeing if he would share anything or if he was going to continue being a man of mystery. -d-
FlawIess Energy: As she made her way in, she saw several others grouped together. One of those faces, was of course, very familiar and she sent him a grin. The others whom he was with, were greeted with a smile as she approached TC. It was no surprise the man was surrounded by women. The very thought had her chuckling to herself. She came up beside him, elbowed him playfully and then slid an arm about his waist like a good lil friend would. "Hey, how's it going? And what we got going on here?" [d]
T C Beckwith: "Uvalde, Texas." he grinned at her. That wasn't a hard one to answer. Course he could have answered the previous one with a simple 'gynecological internist' and watched for the reactions. When Avary came in and stepped up to him he grinned and slid an arm around her. "Well hey there, Sparky. How are you?"
A Bump At Night: - She couldn't help but want to explore.. it was time for a change of scene, even if others might not have agreed. There was something about the night air, being alone in the slowly altering day into night. Her long raven locks were left undone, falling over a single shoulder. Her black leather bomber jacket, the color high toward her face. She was casual, jeans, black riding boots, her white tee was loose on her form. She felt relaxed, hopeful she would find a new way in comparison to where she had been. However... now she needed a drink. She had found her way to Studio 7, knowing it well enough from idle conversation, but never having been there. Just outside, she glanced up, overly bright green eyes taking a moment to ponder before she slipped in, heading straight for the bar.- [d]
Miss Shaylen: That would've earned the man a laugh as well as a blush, but alas, he chose to keep the wit to himself, picking and choosing the info he doled out. "Never been," she said to him, looking at the woman approaching them. Though she didn't recognize her, she smiled right back. "Never been to St. Louis, either," she added. -d-
FlawIess Energy: "I'm doing just fine cowboy." she grinned up at him. Gaze turned to the others and she smiled to each of them. Hand offered to each. "I'm Avary. Avary Thomas." [d]
Miss Shaylen: "Shaylen Quinterre," she replied, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you Avary." She was going to have a hell of a time remembering all these names! "Alex!" She spied him and called out to him, sitting up straighter so she could look over TC's shoulder at him, smiling as she waved -- she could be a bubbly little thing when she knew someone, those baby blues bright. -d-
Alex Vipond: Chuckling he smiled to her. Damn the place was filling fast. Had someone rung the happy hour bell? "How are you Shay? It's been a while." he moved to give her a hug, then settled at the bar between her and whoever was nearby where he would fit. He nodded to Styx and Avary as well.
Miss Shaylen: "I'm good," she grinned, hugging him right back with a squeeze that rivaled that of a bear -- a small one, but still. More like a cub. "How're you?" -d-
Alex Vipond: "Doing good, getting ready for the tour. Another week to ten and we're Boston bound." He nodded, coffee cup lifted and sipped from.
FlawIess Energy: Upon Avary's offered handshake, some may or may not have felt something like... static electricity upon contact. She would of course, give a sheepish grin and shrug it off as just that. Oops, sorry! [d]
Styx McKenzi: "Styx" hand offered was taken in kind and then she looked back at Alex. "Lola said Jake said something about my touring with you but I don't know why he would say that. You have a drummer, unless he bailed on you?"
Miss Shaylen: If Shaylen did, she wrote it off as the weather. It was affecting her hair something fierce! "I heard," she said to Alex. "Jake just shipped off Sedona's band and he told me you're next." She was in the know, kind of hard not to be, when he lived on the phone the way he did. And then she hushed, letting Styx and him talk. -d-
A Bump At Night: - Leaning against the bar, she waited until there was a free moment and then gave a soft gesture to get his attention.- "May I get a double Johnny Vegas.. on the rocks." -She smiled overly bright, reaching her eyes, though with the dark lining it was slightly hard to tell for sure. Once she received the drink, she paid the cost, tipped and lifted the drink in cheers to Teddy.- "Thank you." -She surveyed the place, people who obviously knew each other, check. She didn't really let her eyes stay upon them, rather just a quick glance and then about the place. It had a nice lived in feel, she liked it.- [d]
FlawIess Energy: Avary slipped up into a stool after intros and handshakes. Smile given to Teddy, the tender. "Hi, can I get a Long Island Iced Tea please?" Glance about for a moment as she heard the talk about music and tours. Interesting. [d]
Alex Vipond: Teddy would get the double Vegas rocks and the LI Iced tea mixed and set on the bar before the prospective while Alex sipped his coffee. Yes, he'd developed quite the taste for it. "I do, have a drummer and I am heading out soon Still don't have the UK and Brazil dates but hope to before we leave."
T C Beckwith: That Teddy was right on top of things and since he was doing such a damned fine Job of it, TC waved his beer bottle at him. The one he had was defective. It had apparently sprung a leak, because it was empty. When the new one was set before him, he gave a nod of thanks.
Styx McKenzi: "I love this place, it's like the absolute coolest." She nodded. All the musical people who hung out, it rocked!
Miss Shaylen: "Hey, Alex..." She started, sounding a little unsure of herself, or rather of what she was about to ask. She was swishing around what was left of her beer, letting it climb up the sides of the inside of the bottle as she asked, "Do you know any dancers looking for work?" Yes, he was a musician, but sometimes they knew people who knew people, and she didn't think there was any harm in asking. -d-
Alex Vipond: "Dancers?" He regarded her a long moment, "The only Dancer I know is .... retired, some time ago. Ankle injury." He couldn't exactly pop out with the name Tamara Karsavina. Anyone who knew the history of the Russian Ballet, would recognize the name. "Why are you looking for dancers?"
Styx McKenzi: "I used to dance too, but I blew out my knee when I was fourteen." She nodded. "Sucked too, but it allowed me to focus on my drums."
Miss Shaylen: She looked around her for a second, chuckling softly as she considered what to say -- this was all new to her. "I came up with an idea I want to run by the owners of Crescendo's and I just thought it would help to have someone in mind before I do so..." She smiled at Styx, hearing her. "I hurt my knee, too. Ballet." Had her quitting cheerleading, too. -d-
Styx McKenzi: "I used to go everywhere on my toes." She nodded to Shay. "But hey, I'm killer with drums and don't have to worry about blowing anything out doing it."
Miss Shaylen: "It's why I'm so good in these," she laughed, lifting a foot to show off a heel. She walked like she was born in them. It's why she was rarely out of them. That and she hated being short. -d-
T C Beckwith: "Well now we know what makes it work." he smiled as he listened, drank his beer and just admired the company. Pretty girls everywhere. What man wouldn't be happy as a pig in mud?
FlawIess Energy: Avary was listening in too. She found it pretty interesting, about all this music and dancers, and tours and such. Avary quietly sipped her LI iced tea as she continued to listen. Occasionally, picking at TC here and there with a prod, a poke, or a pinch. Each time, she just smiled sweetly and innocently. [d]
T C Beckwith: She was asking for it. If she kept it up, she'd get. Soon as he figured what it was. Maybe an ice cube down the back of her pants. He smirked at the thought.
Miss Shaylen: She chuckled, looking at Alex. Seemed like he and TC were taking turns, clamming up. Oh well, the ladies had it handled, and when all else failed, she had her beer, but even that was running low. -d-
Alex Vipond: Teddy would take care of that. It was the least he could do since it was his job and he lived for tips. Alex was lost in thought, staring into his coffee, a slight furrow forming between brows as he contemplated, before he looked up and forced his expression to smooth out.
Styx McKenzi: The canned music was causing her to bounce in her seat, the desire to be wailing away on the skins was about to drive her bat shit.
FlawIess Energy: Avary gave him a grin. If he felt froggy, all he had to do was leap. There wasn't a thing between them that kept him from jumping. Nothing but air. Avary continued to sip away at her drink. Gaze occasionally looking to Shaylen and Styx. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex looked at Styx as well, then looked behind Teddy to check the schedule on the wall.
Miss Shaylen: The second beer was taken with a word of thanks -- Teddy was most definitely on his game. She gripped the bottle gently, allowing it to sit atop her thigh, balancing it there between two fingers. "So, Avary," she was trying to make conversation. "Lived in Seattle long?" Seemed she was surrounded by nomads and she wondered if she was another. -d-
Alex Vipond: Full schedule, tonight and tomorrow night, but Thursday they could jam. "Make sure you come night after tomorrow, Styx and we can get up there and jam." Alex wasn't getting into the where you from thing. According to his 'official' bio, he was born in LA. He wasn't about to say differently to the people he spent time with.
Miss Shaylen: Shay knew better than to ask Alex that. She may be blonde, but the lil' woman wasn't dumb. Her attention was on Avary. -d-
FlawIess Energy: Attention turned to Shay, smile given as brows arched with curiosity. "Me? No. I've only been here a few weeks. Came up here on a whim to surprise my boyfriend... er..ex now. And I was the one that got the surprise." she shrugged. "Found him with another woman." Avary would leave out the part where se punched him in the nose, broke it and nearly killed the power in his apartment building. [d]
Miss Shaylen: She nodded, offering her a gentle smile, sort of understanding. Exes sucked. She was still trying to shake one. It's what brought her here. "I'm sorry." -d-
FlawIess Energy: "Yes, yes they do. But hey, its why they are called ex's...right?" smirk followed. [d]
Miss Shaylen: She grinned, nodding. "Definitely. Now you can find someone worth your while." Shaylen most certainly did. -d-
FlawIess Energy: Avary chuckled and shrugged her shoulders softly. "If it happens, it happens. I ain't looking for it. It can come find me when it's ready to." smile followed and she was sipping at her drink again. [d]
Miss Shaylen: "Oh. Believe me, I wasn't looking. I literally walked right into him," she laughed. The woman could walk in heels, but she was still a klutz. Ended up with a face full of flowers since Jake had been wearing a lei. -d-
Styx McKenzi: Styx looked at Alex and brightened considerably. "Cool! I will be here, Dude, you could not drag me away." She nodded and sipped her beer, then looked between Shay and Avary talking about their exes. "Have you ever noticed how they whine when you punch them in the face?"
Miss Shaylen: Styx made her laugh. "I haven't had the satisfaction." Yet. -d-
FlawIess Energy: Avary smirked. "Like a bitch." she replied when she looked to Styx. [d]
T C Beckwith: TC just looked over at the tiny little thing and made a mental note not to piss that one off. Ever. Fingers hooked into Avary's belt loop and then he lifted a brow when he regarded her.
Styx McKenzi: A nod was given. "Specially if you use the knuckles." she punched her fist, but refrained from pulling the brass knuckles from her back pack. She didn't think TC over there would appreciate her hardware.
FlawIess Energy: Avary glanced to TC and saw the look. "What?!" she said. "He deserved it!" she gave a shrug. [d]
Miss Shaylen: She could feel her phone through the leather of the purse that was sitting on her lap. Thinking it might be Jake, she looked inside to see, then quickly shut it, her gaze darkening a second when she saw a Louisiana number that was familiar to her. She hid it behind another sip, but her foot still tapped the air. -d-
T C Beckwith: "Remind me not to piss you off." He smirked.
Styx McKenzi: Styx had to snicker at TC and his measure of self preservation. "That's right, Slick, don't piss the chicks off." She nodded. "It will bite you in the ass."
FlawIess Energy: Avary chuckled. "Well, that's not any fun. You spoil sport." she teased as she poked at his side. A glance to Shaylen with the phone thing and while curious... didn't ask questions. Wasn't her place to. With what Styx said, she just chuckled, nodded and smirked at TC. Oh... he knew all about lil miss Sparky's 'bite'. Thinking back to that night had her laugh a little more to herself. That whole image of him... yeah... just funny stuff right there. It wasn't funny at the time, but now, looking back... definitely funny. [d]
Miss Shaylen: Her gaze found Avary's just when she looked up and her face flushed, offering the woman a half-hearted smile, saying softly, "Speak of the Devil." She shrugged, then took a longer sip. It took a lot to wipe the smile off Shaylen's face, but Elliott did it every time. -d-
Styx McKenzi: "You want me to get it?" She smiled. She was just itching for a fight even if it was over the phone.
Alex Vipond: "Or better yet." Alex grinned at Shay. "Let me get it." He leaned offered his hand out. "I promise, I will be nice."
Miss Shaylen: Eyes shifted to Styx and Alex, and she laughed, a little nervously, trying to imagine Elliott's reaction to such a thing. She didn't know if it would make things better or worse. "I...don't know." She was uncertain, pressing her lips together, thinking. The phone had gone to voicemail, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try again. "If he does it again," she nodded, finally, agreeing. -d-
T C Beckwith: That giggle and laugh of hers had him giving her side a little pinch. It was a moral imperative at this point.
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded. "I'll deal with it." Give the man an overwhelming urge to pound his hand with a hammer every time he even thinks about contacting Shay.
FlawIess Energy: She gave TC the stink eye. Grinned and pointed her finger at him. Warning him. Then pointed down to his family jewels and smirked. Would she really hurt him there? Probably not. But it was fun to tease him about it. [d]
Styx McKenzi: "Does he live here?" she just moved so odds were no. She just listened to the others, knees bouncing in time with the music that came over the sound system.
T C Beckwith: A waggle of finger was given her and that ah, ah, ah, expression. Besides there were far better ways to treat that, than running juice through.
Miss Shaylen: Her gaze lingered on Alex, offering him a smile, a silent thank you of sorts, though she had no clue what the man was capable of. Her gaze then shifted to Styx, "No, thank goodness. He's in Louisiana." But she and Jake were heading back there soon so he could meet her family, and Elliott was business partners with her father. -d-
Miss Shaylen: Not to mention, Elliott had flown to Hawaii to find her, just before she left. Luckily, she took Jake's advice and made reservations on another island. -d-
FlawIess Energy: Avary just busted out laughing. Sorry! But that look? That waggle of his finger? How could anyone not find that funny? A hand clasped over her mouth to make herself shut up, but not before sticking her tongue out at TC. Gaze then shifted to Styx, Alex, and Shaylen. [d]
Alex Vipond: Alex nodded, then chuckled at Avary's outburst.
Miss Shaylen: The call had kind of ruined her evening a little and she kind of just wanted to get back home to Jake, Ginger and Lil' No Name -- they seriously had to name that poor puppy before is started answering to such! And so, she finished off her beer and set it aside to pull out the cash to pay for her tab as well as a tip. "Well, as much as I enjoyed spending time with you guys, I think I'm going to go." Sliding off the stool, she walked up to Alex and gave him another tight hug, before letting go to look at the others. "It was nice meeting y'all," she said with a smile and a slight twang. "Hope to see you again, too." With that, she started gathering her things and would make her way to the door. -d-
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