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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jun 30, 2009 11:50:14 GMT -5
The scarred and tattooed man, known as DeSoto in this place, grinned once he got over his momentary shock at having someone pull a gun out on him. "Well look at this boys, we got a big man here. He thinks he can just come into any old place and pull out a gun on just about anyone. How cute," DeSoto said with a laugh as his crew started to gather around him, many taking out knives and chains of their own threateningly they may not have been the handsomest crew around but they were not one to be messed with. ''==
The Knotriver Boys were notorious in the area, not exactly an Irish crew but they had their agreements with the Irish that ran the place. Even within the terms of the agreement, the Knotrivers had a good deal of power within the area.
"Let's get something straight here punk, your bitch over there can't watch where she's going, and we teach bitches like that a lesson. No boy with his little gun is gonna get in our way, right boys?" he called behind him and caused a round of laughter from the group. "Now give us that pretty little bitch of yours an' we'll stick to teaching her lesson instead of both of you," DeSoto said laughing and took out his own switchblade. "Those are your two options punk. Now move it or we move ya."
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Post by HeartString on Jun 30, 2009 13:34:33 GMT -5
"I been called a lot of things." Tracy said sauntering forward, flipping her hair off of her shoulder and licking her lips. "Bitch is my least favorite." She grinned a little as she felt all of the gathering circle of uglies and their ladies emotions flip. From rage to lust for most.
It wasn't a long hop for the men, especially ones already revved up like the engines of the cars lining up for the next run. "And here I was going to apologize and all..." She set her right hand gently against her cheek and trailed it down to play her fingers on her lips pulling them slightly apart and using her arms to smush her cleavage together.
With a flirty little giggle she said "..oh well-" and drove her knee hard as a piston into his groin. A back cartwheel brought her standing again next to Mason and they went back to back ready for the inevitable, like so many times before.
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Post by Ember on Jun 30, 2009 13:47:14 GMT -5
Without anyone realizing how or when, the tip of a knife was at DeSoto's throat as he keeled over and had his knife out. Ever the ninja, Aideen had walked up unnoticed when she saw how the crowd parted from her area. The stare that DeSoto was met with was an even and cool stare of dark deep eyes that would not make anyone think twice on how serious she was in every move she made. "Ever the charmer aren't you DeSoto? Three years and your manners are still the same, that's rather disappointing," she said with raised eyebrows, daring him to do make a move.
Aideen knew how the crews here rolled, and DeSoto liked to think he was the big man on the floor just because he was the only Sicilian crew that got a spot here. There were more than one times where Aideen watched Stones put them in check, with her help once in awhile. Her eyes moved to the scar on his face and her red lips twisted into a smirk. "And handsome as ever I see. Did you piss off the wrong person and get a new little decoration on that ugly mug of yours? And yet you still didn't learn from it... tsk tsk," Aideen said, her guard all the way up and waiting to move at any moment as her dark eyes trailed to the same boys from all those years ago.
She put slightly more pressure on the tip of the knife at his throat, anymore and she would have broken the skin. "Your only option is to get your ugly mug out of my face DeSoto, take your cheap disease ridden slut and get outta here,"Aideen said, no smile no humor in her eyes, she never played with these guys.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jun 30, 2009 15:01:48 GMT -5
The only thing that stopped DeSoto's boys from lunging at the blonde bitch was the knife pressed into their leader's throat, who was trying to keep from keeling right into the the blade. "Well, well, welcome back Aideen, you were so sorely missed," a light haired guy called Nashner said looking her up and down. "Still the hottest thing on this side of the world, but still the biggest bitch if I ever seen one. What's wrong Stones decided to get take ya back as his favorite whore?" Nashner mocked her and smirked as his eyes hungriliy took in her luscious form.
Meanwhile, DeSoto was catching his breath and using his hand to direct his boys. Fights in this place happened on a daily basis with all the ego clashes and beef one crew had with another. The next couple of minutes became a blur. One of DeSoto's lackeys dove in to tackle Aideen and the rest of the boys got in it too. A whole wave of them sprang on the guy and his girl, many guys going right for the girl, including Nashner who made a grab right for her waist.
DeSoto got away with a cut on his neck and went right for Aideen. She was the hot little bitch that every guy wanted a piece of back three years back and it didn't change now. She cut herself off from Stones, and as far as anyone knew she was no ruling the place. DeSoto used his hefty weight to hold Aideen down on the ground, pinning down her arms. "Time to play huh girl?" he growled as his boys closed in on the two and his old slut was on the side screaming. DeSoto was gonna take all he could get with this hot thing under him.
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Post by Ironclad on Jun 30, 2009 15:20:12 GMT -5
Without hesitating, Mason shot right into one guy's shoulder the tried to tackle his girl, hearing screams from the crowd come up at the sound of a gun shot despite the numerous brawls going on all over the place. "Keep your hands to yourself," he said grabbing the light haired guy by the shirt. "You messed with the wrong crowd," Mason seethed as he went into full attack mode. His speed slowed down the movements a bit for him that allowed him to react quickly. He grabbed chains from one guy and wrapped it around another's neck to bring him down to the ground. Whipping to the side he grabbed a man's wrist that had a knife in it and brought it down, making him stab himself. "Trace, you okay back there?" he yelled to her after smashing his fist into a guy's face. Mason was no stranger to these kind of fights and he moved almost on instinct as he pushed and moved all these idiots. They didn't have a clue who they were messing with and Mason gave them no time to think when their blades broke as some tried to stab him. "Aw shit, Fox! Where are ya?" he yelled not seeing his friend in the brawl.
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Post by HeartString on Jun 30, 2009 17:16:13 GMT -5
"I'm good baby!" Tracy said leaping forward at the thug and kicking him a glancing blow in the side of the head. Her foot planting into his shoulder she leaped high up into the air and flipped to the outside of the group. She landed next to one of the girlfriends of the ugly boys and smiled at her.
Making sure to keep an eye on all of the gang she and her friends had been facing off against she watched as the spot where she had just been became a dog-pile of gang member who'd been aiming for her. "Pretty exciting huh?" she said cutely to the girl who lunged at her.
Grabbing her wrists and pulling her through a semi-circle of movement, twisting it back at the very end she used the wild eyed woman's own force and momentum against her. With ah thud the girl hit the deck and Tracy felt arms wrap her up from behind. "Mason!" she managed to cry out before she was pulled backward by her hair.
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Post by Ember on Jun 30, 2009 17:53:07 GMT -5
"Get this straight DeSoto, Stones wasn't protecting me from you," Aideen said moving the knife in her hand. "He was protecting you from me!" She drove the knife right into his wrist blood squirting all over her hand and he yelled out in pain. Her body moved automatically, her legs twisting up in the air in a motion that kicked several men right in the face, bringing herself up on her feet. She didn't want to use her powers and expose the group as mutants, but she survived the worst without her powers for a long time.
Aideen grabbed her other knife from her boot and used her hands to spin the around expertly, just as she was taught as a way to distract the enemy before she made her move. In a fury of movements, her hands struck out. She didn't aim for killing anyone, but she was not gonna let anyone who touched her get out without a mark. Her arm went back, knocking one guy right in the face with her elbow, feeling the nose smash beneath her elbow as she dodged the blows from others. She never fought with the Knotriver Boys and they didn't have a clue how fast and skilled she really was, but the attention she was getting from them after DeSoto's yelling was insane. She was dodging knives and chains all over, not letting herself take a hit from low class street fighters.
The sound of a gunfire would attract attention, and Aideen was waiting for it. It was all a matter of stalling. Her eyes went wide at Tracy being pulled back by Nashner, and Mason was overwhelmed as much as she was with DeSoto's boys that doubled in number since Aideen knew them. "Mason, don't shot," she yelled over the crowd, putting her knives in her boots as she spun into a kick right in a guy's face. She used his face to propel herself up in the air. In a series of movements, she virtually stepped and flipped on the heads of the people in the air to get herself over them.
Aideen reached down and grabbed a knife from some one's hand while momentarily standing on his head. In mid flip, she propelled the knife in the air with uncanny aim. The knife struck Nashner right in his shoulder, just missing Tracy. It was enough for him to let go from the pain so her friend could get away from his slimy grip. When she landed on the next person's head, a hand went up and pulled her down by the ankle back into the crowd, a punch landing right in her gut by the uninjured hand of DeSoto. "You just don't quit you-" She was cut off by the next blow knocking the wind out of her. Here we go again.
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Post by Wolverine on Jun 30, 2009 22:40:51 GMT -5
He had turned around for only a second intent on adjusting the gear on the bikes as suddenly as he had he heard the quick sucking in of breath that Aideen took and the padded foot falls as she took off running. "Angel ey-" aw hell. I knew those kids were gonna get themselves hung up in this scene.
Wolverine stood up fully, not having turned around yet but he had heard a great deal of what went on. The rest he let his imagination fill in the blanks. Two hot young white-bread kids fresh from the boy scout's troupe...well, alright Ironclads not so green but he still needs some seasoning. The skirts not a rookie either, but not a fighter... Bad place to bring a date. Turning to take in the scene he saw the three holding their own for a moment and then the tide turning.
As was the way in big brawling fights sometimes you're up and sometimes you ain't. By the time Logan closed to the melee his traveling companions, his fellow mutants, were finding themselves on the end of the scale closer to "ain't". Shoving his way into the heart of the struggle tossing bodies left and right. His claws sheathed he bashed them with heavy hands and elbows laced in unbreakable Adamantium.
Bottles flew at him shattering, baseball bats splintered across his back as he was intent on his target. The only thing that stopped him from his goal, and only for a moment at that, was when a lead pipe was swung at his head. Hearing the dull low whistle as it sliced through the air Wolverine stopped in his tracks and whipped his face to look at the man wielding the pipe. FWAaaaPP-oooOOOoooOOooonnnNNGG the pipe sang out as it connected with the palm of his hand.
Unsurprised as the sound it made was undeniable and distinctive cutting through the air to his head Logan had easily caught it, one handed, and firm. So firm in fact that it was the wielder of the pipe, a tall sinewy guy, who cried out in pain from the impact he felt running up his arms. A dry raspy "Heh" escaped the hairy mans lips, as close to a chuckle as he had for the evenings festivities he now found himself immersed in, as they curled into a smile now that he had reached his destination.
Reaching the obvious leader of the tattered band of Boston bad asses, hardly the world's baddest asses... but for an American city, one that might make the top ten toughest places in America list... these boys did alright. At least they dressed the part. Sticking his thumb into the eye socket, the self same eye socket that until a moment before held a decently healthy eyeball, and pushing it in until something popped he yanked the soon to be dead man who was punching his girl in her guts around to look him in his remaining eye. "That's the end of it boy."
The agonizing screams, bloodcurdling as they were, and flailing of limbs did nothing to break Logan's resolve or his grip. The flexor tendons and metacarpals of his hands attached to Metal laced bones, his grip was vice like and his face was spattered with blood from shaking the man around like a rag-doll. "You're done hittin girls Bub...s'pecially that one, and the rest of you need to find yourselves a dark corner to hide in...Cause now ya made me mad." With a look, forged from years and years of combat, foes otherworldly and as close as family he stared them all down. Like kittens with milk wet asses they turned tail and slunk away..every...last ...one...of...them.
"So then Angel Eyes, I take it this is an old friend of yours...?" Logan looked at her with one eyebrow slightly raised the man now going limp in his grasp from shock.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 1, 2009 0:50:46 GMT -5
A loud gunshot was heard in the air and the music and other brawls stopped, as did the people dancing. From the back of the large scrap metal factory came most of the members of The Clan, the group that all but owned downtown and South Boston. They got the money, got the supplies, and ran the whole place. In the center of the group was a large man in his late thirties known to all as Daog. The group with him were all lifetime members of The Clan. The Knotriver Boys were all shocked as it was, a man smaller than them got through them effortlessly and through it all caused some serious damage. He took care of DeSoto, one of the toughest hoods in the area like he was a rag doll. Before that, a small dynamite hot girl literally walked all over them as if they were dummies, dishing more damage than any excepted and another hot little number they expected to be an easy target caught them by surprise, along with her boyfriend who didn't even have a scratch on him and somehow avoided every knife and weapon thrown at him. To top all that off, half of the toughest Sicilian hoods nearly pissed themselves under the glare of the older smaller man. This would not be good for their reputation, but at the moment it was the least of their problems. If this many members of The Clan shows up, its never a good sign. Daog looked at the smashed face of Nashner, the second in command of the Knotriver Boys as he held his shoulder to stop from bleeding. "Nashner, grab yer leader an' take yer hides outta' here. I dun wanna see yer faces here for the next couple o' days. Ya knew the deal, it was the same now as it was three bloody years ago an' ya were stupid ta think it would change withou' hearin' anythin' frem us. Now get to feck outta here," he said in a hard Irish accent as a good portion of the group pointed their guns at them. When the man that held the limp DeSoto dropped him, the injured members of the Sicilian gang picked him up, still trying to look tough after having their asses handed to them by only two men and two girls as they made their way out with everyone staring at them. Daog nodded his head to his group and four of the guards with guns went with the Knotriver Boys to escort them out. Everyone watched as they left, Daog looking at them with a hard look until they were out of sight. When they were gone, the hard look was replaced by a smirk as he looked at a girl he honestly didn't think he'd see again. "Ya look good lass, we missed ya," he said just as the crowd behind him started parting. From the crowd came the man himself, Stones walking out with his classic old style sword in his hand, looking around hard at the area as the crowd parted for him, his eyes falling on the beautiful exotic dark haired girl next to the older man. A smirk broke out on his face as he looked at her up and down for a moment, before noticing the silence and everyone staring at him. "Oui, shows ove' laddies. Let's get the bloody music back up an' have a good time. The night young an' waxy, lets not waste it!" Stones yelled and cheers erupted as the music started up again and it was back to business as usual. People began dancing, other mini brawls were back in motion, and dealings were opening and closing all over. Stones sheathed the sword on the holster on his back and walked up to Aideen, motioning the girl and guy she came with to come closer. "Yer a sight fer sore eyes lass, an' a lovely sight at that. Yer as lovely as eve' Aideen," he said with a smirk, that deepened when he saw the look in her eyes and his eyes slid down to her heaving chest from the adrenaline rush of the fight. He knew that girl all too well, and he knew how fights got her going. A rush of memories went through his mind, the nights after fight club that ended in a sweaty heap on the bear skin rug in his room. That was a long time ago though, and he knew well enough that he no longer had those privileges. From the way she sounded on the phone, there was another in her life now. His eyes slid to the man that moved DeSoto off of her for a moment before he spoke to the whole group. "That be the most impressive fightin' I seen in a long time. From you too lass, for a pretty small little thing ya got some mighty impressive moves," he said with an impressed look on his face as he looked the petite blonde up and down. "Now come, you lot are here as Aideen's guests, an' that makes ya my guests cause that girl is family. Ya'll deserve a drink after that, an' allow me ta join ya for one in my private lounge. Come, this way an' ya can clean up if ya need ta," Stones said in his heavy Boston Irish accent. He waved his hand and motioned for them to follow. "You lot can call me Stones, and this be my place, and now I can welcome ya properly," he said with a slight laugh. "Now please, who are you all? I wanna meet anyone that can make DeSoto look like a bully on a playground." Stones had to chuckle, knowing he was going to be looking at those security tapes several time with his boys.
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Post by Ironclad on Jul 1, 2009 3:28:31 GMT -5
Mason had his gun back in his jacket and wiped the blood from his fists on towel one of the guys handed him after patting him on the back. He nodded to his guy and put an arm around his girl's shoulder bringing her close as he walked with the others there. His shirt was stained with blood, but none was his, it never was. His eyes were on his girl and checking her over for any injuries. "You doing alright babe?" he asked her in a low voice and used the towel he got to wipe off the blood from her soft bare shoulder.
The fight had been a taste of his visit back home to Detroit, and Mason did more than hold his own. It wasn't a fair fight, it was a pure jump, but he knew that the three Corsairs would get out of it just fine. He was damn proud of his girl for holding her own, and he was forever thankful to Aideen for taking care of the shithead that touched his girl. He had been in the middle of bending a lead pipe around a guy's skull. That's how they worked though, as a team, they always looked out for each other. Logan took care of business like he always did, and first and foremost he looked out for his girl. Mason didn't blame him, he did the same thing.
I knew Fox was into this scene but damn. Its a serious love and hate thing goin' on here. Mason's hard eyes looked around at the people that seemed to be leaning more toward the 'love' side. It all went down like something he had never seen before. He never seen so many Irish people in one place, let alone ones this powerful. "Name's Mason, this is my girl Tracy," he answered Stones and leaned over to shake his hand as they walked. "Nice place ya got here." He glanced at all the people walking with them and then over at Stones. He knew it was him the second the guy came out of the crowd, not by familiarity, but the way everyone treated him. Also by the way he looked at Aideen. She never said it in so many words but he knew she had a history with the Stone guy. And from the way the guy looked at her, it was obvious enough that he remembered their time together well.
Mason knew how to play it cool, and he kept his girl close as they walked up the stairs. Several confrontations and the night was only beginning.
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Post by Ember on Jul 1, 2009 12:54:04 GMT -5
She was wiping off the blood from her face and jacket with a towel Daog handed her while walking with them the familiar path to the lounge. When Aideen got as much blood as she could off of her she handed the towel to Logan, smirking at him to control the raging adrenaline in her. Some girls liked roses and some Barry White music, others liked a couple of sweet words, some others even liked verbal fights to get their blood boiling. What got Aideen going was actual fights, participating in them and watching the object of her affection participate in them. It spiked her adrenaline rush unlike anything else, making her almost dizzy from lust and causing her body temperature to rise like nothing else.
Stones knew how it got her, Aideen was able to tell from the second that he looked at her that he was reading her like a book. He used to get himself into brawls and the fight club just to induce that reaction from her, and it rarely failed. They had their memories, but right now he wasn't the one that was making her head spin and her logical mind coming in and trying to calm herself down. It's why she needed a warm shower instead of a hot one after training sessions to calm down, and with no shower nearby she needed to somehow stop that crazy adrenaline spike in her.
"DeSoto was never anything more than that, he's a steroid induced idiot with a huge ego and overbearing sense of machismo," Aideen retorted, glancing at Logan and bit her lip to steady her breaths. "An old ugly egomaniac more than a friend at least." She swallowed hard and forced her eyes away from him, looking at Stones. "It's dinner time and we been on the road all day. Get us a couple of trays please," Aideen asked catching Stones' eye and a small smirk crossing her face. Her arm brushed against Logan's and she took in a sharp intake of breath, forcing herself to look straight and swallowing hard. A hand went to her sore stomach to check the soreness of having the wind knocked out of her, trying to get her mind calm with little success.
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Post by HeartString on Jul 2, 2009 0:13:46 GMT -5
"MMm yes, please. I'm totally famished, and thirsty too after that." Tracy said liking the attention they were being shown. It was a great feeling to read all the emotions around her, those of fear and respect, lust and envy. Wow this is different, so not what I'm used to. I can see how this can be a real intoxicant and addictive too, and I never realized before just how much Aideen liked fights...guess the Danger Room and sparring sessions don't really do it for her like the real thing.
She walked stride for stride with Mason and squeezed him tightly as he led her so protectively. She adored him even more now that she felt how he was during the scuffle. She knew he loved her on a level he himself might not know, but she didn't ever quite catch the depth of his dedication to her. He was going to kill for her and she loved it. I shouldn't feel like that, but I can't help it..and why shouldn't I? because it's not the 'right' thing to feel- well hell with that, right here and right now I love that he was going to go all that way for me if he had to, good thing he didn't because that would make things awful, but I can't deny that it feels incredible to have felt that in him.
"Thanks boo, I'm doing just peachy. I love a nice hair-pull with a side of butt stompin." she smiled up at him and then leaned her head against his chest. "Guess we get to sit with the big dogs on the top of the porch huh." she said softly, as they found themselves led into Stone's 'lounge'.
"Wow, nice place Stones...Heavy metal bondage meets Amazon jungle. I looove the lava lamps and up-lit fish tanks, are they Piranha?" The place was something out of a nightmare, a sexy nightmare with all the low couches and throw pillows. It was all wrought Iron and dark wood and chains, an oddly round or maybe octagonal shape to it but she couldn't tell from the lighting. Lava lamps spattered around and actual torches stuck into the walls, or more appropriately through the walls since the 'lounge' was like a giant cage. Set far enough back that it was away from, but could still see out at all the craziness happening. Three huge fish tanks full of venomous tiger fish as big as footballs and what looked like sharks the size of mufflers and what Tracy had guessed were the flesh eating Piranha.
The center of the room was where the action was happening as she saw some people already there 'warming the place up' for Stones and his entourage. The floor was spread with furs and several women were making out and writhing on the soft looking pelts for the entertainment of those seated around them. Tracy read the sensations of all as they entered, and at the approach of Stones the men respectfully looked up and put down their beers.
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Post by Wolverine on Jul 3, 2009 2:53:39 GMT -5
Logan walked along bringing up the rear of the group. He needed a beer, and he knew he wasn't alone in that. His girl was fired up, he could hear it in her voice and in the sound of her heart beating at the pace he knew oh so well. "It's rude to drink a man's beer if he don't even know yer name." Logan said striding up through the middle of the group as they stopped to gawk at the dimly lit room and the floorshow sprawled out before them "Call me Logan." he said gruffly as he kept right on walking over to the bar wrapping an arm around Aideen's waist.
His vision in the darkness was of course barely affected at all as he took in all of his surroundings. The lighting behind the bar was such a dim red that it was almost non-existent to a normal human eye, but it was plain as day to him. "A couple a beers toots." he said to the topless bartending bimbo, not looking at her out of respect for Aideen as well as himself. "You drinking tonight Angel eyes?" he asked her, since the beers he asked for were for himself.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 3, 2009 13:37:04 GMT -5
With a snap of Stones' fingers, the men stood up and the several girls on the floor got up as well, straightening themselves out and stepping inside the tall pillar like cages, dancing in tune to the music in the small barely there outfits that would put put some strippers in shame. Then men all got up as the others entered. "Evenin' gents, we got ourselves a bit o' a blast frem the past right here," Stones said and glanced over at Aideen by the bar with her guy. A large man came out of the back looking rather cheery and excited, a change to the group's somber and tough as nails demeanor. "We got guests! Bully! Stones my friend, who are they?" asked Billy, one of the key members in the little business that they ran. He was a very tall and very large man with wild long red hair and a matching red beard with streaks of gray. He was there from the start, and well liked by most, but never a man to cross. "Aideen's back. She brought friends. That's Mason and Tracy over there and she's with her guy Logan at the bar" Stones said coolly, a very slight bitterness to his tone on the last part and plopped down in his usual chair, looking over at the bar where a tall skinny guy with tattoos and piercings all over, and a large black spiky Mohawk on his head. "Oui Conway, get some platters ready. Give em' the works and have Aideen's usual tray ready," he yelled out and no sooner than he did, Billy went rushing past him right up to Mason and Tracy. "GUESTS! How wonderful!" he exclaimed and scooped them both up at the same time in a massive hug, lifting them off the ground. "I LOVE GUESTS! I am Billy and you are always welcome! Mason and Tracy are new friends!" Billy yelled loudly and put them down from the tight hug, beaming at them. "Please, please sit. I must go and say hello to more friends! You my dear are very beautiful! Beautiful women are always welcome!" Billy to Tracy with a beaming smile and made his way over to Aideen and Logan, who were getting their drinks served by Leon, a smaller half Irish bloke. [ Billy chuckled and pulled up a chair next to them, signalling for them to bring him his usual tall glass of whiskey on the rocks. "That was ah almost five years ago yes? In comes in this lovely girl with the most beautiful face I seen since my time serving in Greece almost forty years ago. No women compare to the exotic beauties till I saw this lass. I learn a valuable lesson that day though, not every lass appreciates a good ol' welcome, eh laddy, I be Billy," he said to Logan and let out a loud bellow of a laugh. Billy was very old school compared to many of the men here, and he expected a certain amount of decorum and kept the boys in line. "Oui, lassie, we got a lady here! Put yer shirt on," he shouted to her and even from where he sat heard the groan from Leon. "Ya look good Aideen lass, it is a pleasure to have you here again. Give these hooligans some more class again eh? What ya been up to since ya left us? Pardon me for saying lass, but ya look much happier since the last time I saw ye. Whatever it is was good eh?" Billy said taking a swig of his drink and smiling widely at the girl and the older man. A curious pairing it was to many, and those who knew Aideen shot curious looks in her direction. Meanwhile, a very short husky man with a eyepatch and a tattoo on the side of his face walked up to Stones, leaning down to whisper something in his ear. A frustrated angry look came on Stones' face and he got up. "Excuse me ya too. I'll be back. Meanwhile let Mary here get ya whatever ya want to drink," he said beckoning a girl in a tiny skirt and tight halter top over. Her 5 inch platform stilettos clicked across the floor as she came over to them. Meanwhile Stones got up and walked to a backroom, pausing to tap the glass where his expensive piranhas swam. "Looks like ya get a treat tonight boys," he said softly before disappearing in the back room with the man the short man.
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Post by Ironclad on Jul 4, 2009 2:44:43 GMT -5
Though Mason felt no pain from that tight hug, he certainly felt the pressure. "Damn that was a... new kinda greeting," he said still a bit weirded out. That Billy guy had a good deal of power at the place, cause the second he came in, the topless barmaids put their shirts on, men sat up straighter and took their hats off in greeting to Tracy. "Get me a tall Guinness," he said throwing up his order and sitting back leisurely with his arm around Tracy's shoulders. When she gave her order and the girl walked away, he leaned into her to nuzzle her ear slightly. Mason didn't like how some of the guys were looking at her, and he was going to make it known that she was not on the market.
"I knew I'd get trouble with you wearing this outfit," he said softly nipping her ear. He was never one for public displays of affection, but in this atmosphere with all these guys that had their eyes glued to Tracy and Aideen, he didn't care. His thumb smoothed across her shoulder lightly as a guy came over with two massive trays of food. There was steaming hot beef with a whole mountain of potatoes in the center with bits of scallions in it. On the other tray there was what looked like fresh bread, butter and cheese with a salad on the side. The guy set down the two trays on the table in front of them and another each handed them a plate and a set of utensils. "Enjoy," the tattooed guy said and left them to eat. At the corner of his eye, he saw two trays be put in front of Aideen and Logan at the bar talking to Billy.
Through the loud Reggaeton music, Mason could pick up the sounds of tortured screams from the back room. He saw Stones go there a moment ago and everyone else seemed to just take it all in stride. He looked back for a moment to the area where Stones left and then just loaded up his plate. "Now this is a meal," he said piling his plate up.
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