HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jul 13, 2009 22:53:19 GMT -5
Uuggh, such contempt from that Johnny guy and he's not the most popular himself. He's a real asshole actually, and I think he just signed his own death warrant. Logan's mad as hell at the slander that guy just toss onto him and Aideen. Wonder what he's gonna do about it. She saw the whole thing and was wondering where Ember had come up with all that money.
Tracy was relieved that Mason would be able to have a chance now to do what he came here to do, but in the back of her mind she wished there wasn't enough money to cover it. She had a bad feeling about this whole thing now and the creepy old guy next to her wasn't helping. He just keeps on pushing doesn't he? What a lascivious old sleezeball. I bet he thinks he can ply me with treats and sweet wine, like he must do to all the little girls in the neighborhood... she looked around at the girls in the room, sensing their emotions and noting the looks on their faces ...Pretty rough neighborhood.
She imagined him walking the streets with tootsie rolls and lollipops in his pockets and using them to draw the little pre-teen girls into alleys and dark doorways so he could lift their schoolgirl uniforms and touch them. She saw some of the girls and she knew from what she felt, the disgust of the ones watching Daog, that it had probably happened some way close to what she thought. "Really, I'm good." she said over her shoulder to the man, not looking at him.
It was then that she felt his reaction to being spurned. It was a predictable response and yet for a moment she almost smiled at how predictable it was. Then she turned it all to her favor and spun the tables on him. Leaning over and picking up the glass of wine still not looking his way. "But a taste couldn't hurt I suppose, now could it?" She sat back and held the glass by it's stem holding it up to see if it had anything suspicious in it, but playing it off as if she were admiring it. She did not trust this man, nor his friends and she knew that when her Mason was out racing she would be easier prey for the groping stick paws of the beast called Daog.
Relaxing in her chair she held on to the glass, not wanting to raise it to her lips. For some odd reason she had a feeling it was drugged. She had seen the bottle opened before her. Seen it poured and Daog took a drink of it, but there was something suspicious about how excited he got when she went for the glass...just a little too excited it seemed. Maybe it was in the glass already? A clear liquid maybe? I better not even sniff it, who knows what lengths this guy might go to. This is getting a little to creepy...settle down Trace...chill...it's gotta be all in your head. Relax, don't let the paranoia, the ocean of swirling emotional confusion wash you out and away in it. Hold it together.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry." she stood up to go. "I...uh, thank you. Really." she placed the glass of wine down on the table and turned to walk off, being careful not to step on anyone's feet in the dark. She had to get away from this guy, he was making her all squirrelly. Him and all the focus he drew. There was enough tension in here that any ordinary person would be able to feel it, they might even say they could cut it with a knife. For Tracy it was thick and constricting and spinning on her, It was getting to be a little too much. She had to stretch her legs, had to get to Mason and anchor herself before the thick pressing waves dragged her out to sea.
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Post by Wolverine on Jul 14, 2009 0:29:12 GMT -5
Ordinarily Logan would let most things alone, at least lately...and while he was at the school. This however, was not the X-mansion, and Johnny-boy was not one of his students and at the latest 'lately' he had thrown a young man out of a window and popped another ones eyeball. There was little now between thought and action as no consequences heavy enough could be weighed against him in this moment. The reason why? Well, he simply didn't care.
He walked over to Johnny, casually, deliberately...never letting his eyes leave him. "What was that? Did you say sumthin' ?" Wolverine said as he got within two strides of the punk. "I didn't hear ya Bub, say it again!" He said as he balled up his fist and drove it home. Hard, downward, and twisting into the boy's guts. He dropped to the floor like so much dogshit in a sack.
Taking a knee next to him Logan grabbed a handful of Johnny's greasy hair and yanked the kids head up as he gasped for air. "OH YEAH? You say you forfeit? Give Mason the money?" He threw the bastard's head down bouncing it off the floor as he stood "Well, that's a damn generous thing ta do kid, maybe next time you can lose a race by actually drivin in it."
Walking past the red head he said "Tha's twelve grand cherrybomb, who you got that wants ta race and not just shit blood for the next two weeks?" He folded his arms and looked at Stones. "Anybody here ya think can take Mason? Cause I know he's lookin for a challenge." The sobbing groans from Johnny let him know that his guess about two weeks might be a little conservative.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 14, 2009 23:06:10 GMT -5
Seeing Johnny DiSano clutching his stomach in pain and looking he was about to vomit made a smile crack on Stones' face and had Billy hollering and laughing, pounding his fist on the bar stool and spilling some of the beer on the table. Stones may not like that Aideen was with some new guy, but he was man enough to admit that the guy had some style. From the laughter from the others at the bar, they seemed to agree with him. "DiSano still be a wee bit green to take on a real challenge. If ya wanna a big challenge though... CATHELD!" A guy with long brown hair and a black tattoo design going down one side of his face looked up from the lap dance he was getting from a blonde number in a tiny skirt. "Yer up tonight, lay off the bloody drinks!" Stones yelled and watched him give a nod. "Cliona leave the money in, ya wanna race, ya race for the whole package. Winner gets 24 grand an' free car repair on any damages.
Meanwhile, Daog watched with slight amusement at Tracy. She was nervous, and that only made the innocence radiate off her more than ever to a point that it stirred something deep within him. A slow smile came on his face and he waved her off. "Suit yerself lass," he said with a shrug as a busty brunette came to sit by his side in thigh high boots and a tiny skirt, taking the glass that Tracy left behind and nuzzling Daog's neck. He knew that she'd be on her own sooner or later, and he'd charm his way in then. His hand moved up the soft skin of the brunette's bare back, enjoying the feeling of the girl that couldn't be any older than 18, if not younger. Daog sighed contently and enjoyed the adoring attention he got from the girl. Till later lass, he thought as his hand moved under the brunette's top.
Stones eyes went back on Aideen, watching her moves with a slight nostalgic feel as he remembered how it was back in the day when they had their thing. Three years later and he still couldn't get over how she still had to grab the spotlight whenever she walked into a room. They had a deal in their day, seeing each other for nothing more than benefits. Aideen got full access to whatever races she wanted and was brought into the clan, and Stones got the to have a beautiful hot young thing on his arm and both mutually enjoyed the physical aspects of their relationship. That he missed the most, her glistening tanned skin perspiring with sweat and the hypnotizing espresso brown orbs flickering closed while he looked down at her, dizzy with lust. It'd be a lie if he said he didn't miss her, it was obvious enough he did. At least to Billy and Julie who caught him looking at her.
He moved over to sit next to her now that the seat was vacant and took a long sip of his freshly refilled lass. "Tis nights like this that been missin' since ya left lass. Ya always knew how to stir up some trouble and smash and crumble egos. Ya still got it Aideen," Stones said with a slight chuckle and held his glass up to her, along with Billy. "Good to have ya back. Sláinte," Stones said dipping his head in a slight bow. "Sláinte! That's how we do it." They toasted to the return of a Clan member and an old friend. "So tell me Aideen, what ya been up ta since we last saw ya? And none o' that personal business codswallop, we got some catchin' up ta do," Stones said giving her a once over. "Ya look beautiful by the way, still the classiest an' most stunning lady I ever laid me eyes on," he said with a smile, as Billy raised his glass in agreement.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jul 15, 2009 1:18:10 GMT -5
The deal was good with Mason and he nodded with satisfaction at the idea still cracking up from how it started. It would be a long time before that guy disrespected a girl like that again. "Just let me know when it starts," he said shaking Cliona's hand. He stepped back and his eye went back to his girl. She managed to escape the clutches of the high roller and he wasted no time walking right up to her and sliding his hands to her hips. "Hey," Mason said dipping his head low and brushing his lips on her cheek. "You alright doll?" His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke, leading her over to the bar near where Aideen was talking to Stones and that Billy guy.
Ever the gentleman, Mason helped Tracy up on the stool and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He wasn't the most affectionate in public, but he was feeling damn good and also was blatantly protective of his girl. He knew what places like this were like, he practically grew up in them back in Detroit. He wasn't gonna take any chances here, and he knew his rep would be set in stone for good after the race. There wasn't a car made that had a shot at beating his, and Mason's driving skills were honed to perfection and danger.
"Hey sweetheart, get us two Guinness will ya?" he said to the nearly naked waitress, looking at her for a moment before deciding his own girl looked sexier in her own outfit. "Don't worry doll, I ain't leaving you for awhile," Mason said in a low voice and placed a kiss on the side of her neck. "What's going on there?" he asked picking up his beer and kept the other arm around her waist.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 15, 2009 14:31:22 GMT -5
Even though Cliona wasn't a racer, she understood cars and bikes. She understood the strategy and mechanics needed in races and what was necessary to have the fastest and best vehicle on the track. Cliona also had a knack for reading people. As hotheaded as she was, seeing a born racer wasn't hard to spot. Mason's firm handshake and eye contact made Cliona realize that Aideen had brought a quality show for the night. This made the Irish woman smirk. "The race is tonight," she announced while writing everything in her notepad. "First one. Rules will be said and remembered by the racers at the track. Looks like we got a good night to start. 'Bout time Aideen did something more than open 'er legs." Finishing up with her pad, Cliona put it in her back pocket and placed the pen back behind her right ear. She then leaned next to Johnny and smacked him behind his head. "I told ya ta knock off this shite. Next time Stones is gonna talk ta ya... alone." Speaking of Stones, Cliona looked to see where he was and noticed the 'outcast' of The Clan taking his attention. Cliona wasn't stupid and knew that Stones would probably be reminiscing about his time with Aideen. It drove her crazy, only valuing her time when Aideen was officially gone for three years. Now that streak was broken and Cliona was looking like a fool herself. She got more pissed than before and she didn't bother to hide it. God f*ckin' damn it, she thought bitterly. One more drop of drool from Stones' mouth an I'm gonna slap that f*ckin' bottle upside his head. Crossing her arms, Cliona sat in her usual seat in the lounge next to Juliette and lit a cigarette. She had two strikes with the cops and if she didn't control her anger again, it was jail with anger management therapy. She would focus on her punching bag later that night, or Aideen's method of coming over here.
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Post by Ember on Jul 15, 2009 23:30:19 GMT -5
Aideen swirled the McSorely beer in the tall mug and crossed her legs on the stool, almost grateful for the distraction of conversation. Her heart was racing and the blood seemed to rush through her body at an almost unnatural pace. The previously frosty and cold beer in her hand was now tepid and starting to warm. She needed to calm down for the sake of keeping her composure and keep the urge from getting up and pulling Logan to one of the back rooms. Taking steady breaths, Aideen downed the rest of her beer and placed it back on the table, finger raising to signal for another beer. "Ever the flatterer Stones, though it won't get you anywhere now," she said with slight smirk.
When Leon brought over the frothy cold beer, Aideen grabbed it and took a smooth sip of it before letting out a breath. "I had things to do, and I went to a new school. Believe it or not I actually made some friends." Her eyes went over to Mason and Tracy and then over to Logan, for a split second her smirk softened before it was gone. "It's been rather boring though, nothing too exciting," she said casting her eyes down and hiding the look of mischief that sparkled in them. Her life before the school had already been crazy and it certainly escalated upon coming to the school. The Brotherhood Attack made a roll of events from Aideen nearly losing her sense of humanity, to being trapped and fighting for her life in Limbo, and then the months following filled with aggravation from a deranged stalker and the awakening of feelings within her that she never thought possible. "Just doing regular school stuff."
Her finger trailed up the beer glass and the slender finger traced the rim of it slowly. "Now what is it you're really asking me Stones?" Aideen smirked when she saw the look on his face. "Did you forget who you were talking to? I know you well, and three years hasn't changed that, so say what you want to say and don't insult my intelligence," she said with an elegant eyebrow raised, her finger still slowly tracing around the rim of the rapidly warming beer from the heat coming from her skin.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 16, 2009 15:45:34 GMT -5
Stones took a sip of the whiskey the barmaid brought him as a slow smirk crossed his face. "Can't get anythin' passed you can I lass?" he said with a slight laugh and smirked over the whiskey glass. "What I wanna know is why now? Ya know yer always welcome here, this be your home, but why now and why with them?" he said in a low voice glancing over at Mason and Tracy and then back where Logan was standing. "An' most of all lass, why that bloke? Ya never acted like this when we had our deal, an' ya never wore those kinda things with me either." His eyes trailed down to the thin gold chains of the leather thong she wore, lingering on them before looking back at her.
"Ya come back after a call out o' nowhere and ya tell me that yer coming with two others and then ya decide to bring an extra bloke along. Now I don't really bloody care who ya bring, but I gotta ask if ya be in any trouble to align yerself with a bloke who gotta be twice yer age. I don't bloody care if ya ended whatever we have, yer still me lass Aideen," Stones said and placed his glass next to her beer, his fingers brushing against the unnaturally warm skin that was always so tempting and inviting, lingering longer to feel them more.
He knew that Cliona was watching, and he knew he'd get an earful of it, but to he honest he didn't really give a damn. He had fallen for the exotic beauty long ago, and no one was going to change that. Stones wasn't an idiot or disillusioned by his own desires, he found that Aideen was easy to fall for once a person spent a bit of time with her, but impossible to have in the manner many wanted. Her mysterious allure, the essence of class that separated her from just about all women were more than enough to catch a man's attention, but it was a hard blow when a man realized exactly how closed in and cut off from any kind of emotion this girl from any type of a relationship.
Billy slammed his glass on the tabled and reached carefully over Aideen to pop Stones in the back of the head. He was the only one who ever got away with such a move. "Stones lad, yer bein' nosy right now. Tis be none of our business who the lass spends her time with an' who she chooses fer her beau. Yer lettin' the green eyed monster cloud yer mind, an' I dun mean Cliona over there," he said with a loud laugh as Stones glared at the man. "Sides', I like the bloke. He be sharp just like Aideen lass, and damn me to the Black Sea, they have the same bloody sense o' humor, it'll be the death of Cliona and Remmen right there. Now leave the lass alone and get over it." He winked at Aideen and waved Leon over who was serving Julie.
"Leon get me two mugs o' our home brew." He turned to Aideen with big smile. "That lad o' yers never had good home brew till he tried some of ours, eh lass?" Billy said with another laugh and grabbed one of the glasses of the dark home brewed beer and took a long sip of it. "Ah now that hits the spot. Now Aideen lass, yer in school aye? Ya doing good in college and all? I always knew ya were meant for more than just this place." Billy was steering the subject smoothly to another direction to keep Stones curiosity at bay and to keep Cliona from flipping out.
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HeartString
Corsairs
Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jul 17, 2009 0:26:15 GMT -5
"Feels tense, on his part..sexually" she whispered "Ember's having fun with it all it seems, Logan's on his way back with a half pensive half rage-full demeanor. This might get a bit crazy." She leaned herself against Mason, resting her head against his powerful neck.
"I'm fine though, he was a little creepy that guy...but that's not the worst of it all." she checked herself to make sure she was whispering low. "Something crazy was going on in that back room, It was awful. I felt a fear like nothing I've felt for a long time. Limbo stuff was closest to it in recent memory, it was intense. I don't know what happened back there, but I sure don't want to keep you in the dark on it, it could mean something is way worse here than we know about. I'm glad Logan's with us, not that we can't handle ourselves...but you know, he's been around."
She squeezed her man tight nuzzling into his neck and smelling his scent. His cologne and the natural smell of him, as she felt his feelings at having her safe and by his side. "You ready to race baby? I know you have a great car and you're the best driver I have ever ridden with. You're pretty confident...I like that, it's sexy you know." She kissed his neck up to his ear and said softly, whispering sweetly into his ear "And you know what else? You are so turning me on."
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Post by Ember on Jul 18, 2009 11:04:47 GMT -5
"School's fine thank you, and I still take it as serious now as I did back then," Aideen said in a cool tone, moving her hand off her glass so she it was no longer touching Stones' hand. One of her worries of coming here was how Stones acting with her, and she was dead on about it. He acted like a jealous old boyfriend, something she specifically didn't want to happen ever, more so that the two of them never dated. No one could ever say that Aideen didn't know how to play the game though, her every move was done with cool indifference and not giving Stones the privilege to meet her eyes just yet. She needed to set some things straight for her stay here to be a little less wary.
It was only until that Billy occupied himself talking to Julie about the upcoming races did she look up to meet Stones eyes, leaning forward so their conversation would have no outside listeners, though she had no doubt Logan could hear every word if he listened. "I didn't come here to have my choices questioned Stones, I came here because I needed a break from school and Mason asked me. Let me lay it out for you so I don't have to hear any of this again. Whatever went on between us is in the past, and that's where it's going to stay. Who I have in my life now is not going away and you of all people are in no place to criticize the age difference. You have eleven years on me and I was only fifteen when our little deal began," she said with raised eyebrows to drive her point home.
"So how about you let go of whatever notions of the past there are and we all have a good time. Think you can handle that?" Aideen now had a cynical smile on her face and reached a hand up to pat his cheek, a little too hard to be considered gentle. "Think you'll be able to play nice? Or will you need a time out? I'm not taking any added stress this weekend that I don't need, so I suggest you decide quick." She straightened up again and placed her hand on her crossed knee while bringing forward the glass of home brew that Billy ordered for Logan.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 18, 2009 13:46:10 GMT -5
Right as Tracy finished her last sentence, the cook Conway came up behind them and slapped Mason on the back in good nature. "Good luck mate, Catheld is one crazy son of a bitch. Twenty four grand be a sweet deal eh?" he said and took a seat next to them, lifting his finger to signal a drink. The barely clad barmaid brought him over a tall glass of Mead and Conway took a long sip. "Saw your ride downstairs. Black Camero... '71 or '72 but I couldn't tell with all the lights exactly, but it look like a nice ride. Catheld though, he got himself a supped up Aston Martin. Had it imported and its one hell of a car." Conway raised his glass to Mason and downed it. "All the luck to you Mate, and anyone that got a chance at beaten that arrogant son of bitch be alright in me book," he said, pierced eyebrows narrowing as he looked over at Catheld getting a lap dance.
His eyes went over to Tracy almost sympathetically since he saw Daog's advances on her. She seemed like a sweet little thing to him and he never approved of Daog's taste for younger women. "Ya did good by the way, earlier. I had my eye on ya just in case, but watch yerself around Daog. He got a bit of a reputation for being persistent," he warned and took a sip of his drink.
Meanwhile Stones stiffened up when he felt her hand on his cheek, flinching slightly at the force of the 'pat'. It was a clear message, and he had enough respect for the exotic dark haired beauty to actually listen and not give her one across the face like he would have to just about any other girl that tried that shit with him. Instead of getting pissed off though, a smile cracked on his face and he began to laugh. "Oh that was great lass, I bloody forgot what a downright bitch ya can be. I love it!" he said laughing slightly and smirked at her. She had class, that he could say without a doubt and he didn't have it in him to hold it against her.
"A'right lass you made your point. None of my business I get it. I did miss ya though, its been too long, an' like I said over here yer family," Stones said and out of pure habit he reached out to cover the hand on her knee with his own, smirking slightly at her. "Ya can't blame me for being a wee bit jealous love, ya look better now than when ya left, and that says a lot cause ya were the loveliest thing ever. But aye, yer right and I owe ya more than this. So you enjoy yerself lass and let me know if ya need anything." He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the top of her palm, winking at her.
Downstairs, the DJ changed the music to fast paced Reggaeton with a mix of Merengue, making a smirk come on his face. He downed the rest of his whiskey and got off the barstool, still holding Aideen's hand. "How 'bout it lass? Gimme a dance fer old times sake, before the races an' all. 'Sides this place needs some class brought back an' teach some o' these lasses a thing or two," Stones said grinning at her and tugging lightly on her hand to urge her to come out with him.
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Post by Wolverine on Jul 18, 2009 21:57:12 GMT -5
Hearing the interaction between Aideen and Stones was not a problem for Logan. Nor was seeing the way he looked at her and how he had touched his girl, even in the dim light. What was a problem was keeping from walking up and gutting the punk.
He knew how the game was played, this was Stone's domain, here he was the big cheese...the head honcho...the top dog. As Wolverine looked on he realized it was time that this dog was put on a short leash and taught how to heel. Squaring his shoulders up and clenching his jaw shut, biting down of his stogie, he approached. Don't make this messy...the kids want a good time, not a blood bath. It's just words...Angel Eyes has it under control... he tried to convince himself ..ahh but that shit don't get it, lookit him askin fer a dance. Aw hell wit it...she loves to watch me hurt a guy.
In those few final steps he had decided his actions and a wry smile twisted up the edges of his mouth. Throwing a heavy arm around the man in whose den they had found themselves, heavy with muscle...and bone laced through with an unbreakable metal aloy...yes, but heavier still with intention. Logan shook Stones roughly about in a one armed hug as he brought the man's ear to his face, taking his cigar from his mouth. "Ya got a nice place here Mic, yea..real nice set up. Shame about ya losin yer hearing at such a young age though. The lady said it's time ta let go a the past, so take your little tap shoes and Lord of the Dance yourself offa my girl's last nerve. I hate ta see her bothered and it's looking like yer startin ta bother her BUB. Since it's yer place 'n all why don'tcha smile like we just had a friendly little chat and save yerself a little face. It's a generous offer my son."
He looked him in the eye, switching the glare after a moment to a look of expectation. Knowing if he had to he would back his words with actions more fierce than any the collection of thugs, dancers and even Corsairs had seen in their lifetimes. He would have to if he was to insure the safety of his fellow mutants. Slowly he put the cigar back in his mouth and pulled on it to flare the cherry on the end, switching it to the other side of his mouth and letting the smoke roll gently out of his nostrils. The ball was in Stones court and Logan would kill him first with a clean snap of his neck if the gangster gave him a moment's concern. He listened intently to all the sounds around him, paying keen attention to the heartbeat of the man he held round the shoulders.
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Ironclad
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jul 19, 2009 1:05:42 GMT -5
Chin resting on Tracy's shoulder as she sat on the barstool, Mason sized up the guy that cooked their food and seemed quite eager for the upcoming race. "Yea well, my she's my girl and I ain't letting any old thug get his paws on her," he said with fierce look in his eyes, as his hands rubbed over Tracy's bare soft stomach. "And good guess, my muscle is a '72 Z28. Its got some decent work on it. Never liked imports too much, but it'll be my first time racing an Aston Martin." He didn't touch his drink, wanting to stay as sober as possible before the race. "It'll be a good race though." To Tracy he whispered in her ear softly, nipping the silken lobe first. "And I learned racing isn't the only thing I'm good at," Mason said softly as a smirk came on his face.
For the past month, he'd been learning some new kind of moves, and it was more as a surprise for his girl than anything else. Aideen had been working with Mason in private and actually teaching him proper dances that both encountered in places like this, salsa and merengue being the main ones. He would never have pegged her to know anything about it, but when he asked why she learned it, her face would go blank and she'd simply answer with "It's polite to understand customs of other cultures." The look on her face was enough for Mason to never bring up the subject again and just let her help him out. Every morning they trained for at least an hour and Mason caught on rather quick though and was actually kind of excited to show Tracy what he learned, though admittedly it would be the first time he danced with his guns.
"C'mon doll, let's dance," Mason said as his hands ran down her side and to her hips. He knew his girl liked dancing and this was sorta his way of showing her that he really did care. He rarely spoke how he felt, and he knew it wasn't the same as her just feeling it from him. Mason may not dote her or be exactly the most sensitive guy for her, but he did wanna do something to show her it wasn't always his agenda that they followed. "S'cuse us, I gotta attend my girl for a bit," he said with a smirk to Conway and helped Tracy off the barstool and led her by the hand to the dance floor. When he passed Aideen and Logan, he exchanged a look with his second in command and gave her a smile.
Bringing her on the floor, Mason brought her close and smirked down at her before waiting for the cue from the music. He took the lead just like Aideen taught him and spun her around and to his other arm, moving around in classic salsa moves with a mix of bachata, delighting in the look on his girl's face as he spun her and brought her back, bringing her close and bring her around him, hands switching all over for new moves. Mason brought her in a series of spins behind him and then turned himself to grab her by the waist and lift her slightly in the air in an arch before taking her to another spin, smirking widely despite himself. There was a certain discipline that came with learning these dances, making him control his heightened speed and reflexes. Mason brought Tracy right up to him, leaning his head down to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Surprise doll," he said softly and took her right into the next move.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 19, 2009 18:19:02 GMT -5
The heavy arm on Stones's shoulder shocked him a bit with the massive weight. He had met many heavy and muscled men in his day, but none ever had such a heavy hand so to speak. Stones calculated his options, looking for Logan to Aideen. He was letting his actions be lead by his the wrong head and right now the chances weren't in his favor. It was obvious how territorial Logan was of his girl, and Stones couldn't blame him. He had enough respect for Aideen to let it go for now, and he was not in the mood to have a beat down in his lounge.
"A'right I can do that. Pardon me for offendin' ya," He said trying to keep his tone even and lightly kissed the petal soft skin on the back of Aideen's hand again, pausing for the briefest of moments to breathe in the familiar scent of fresh raspberries in vanilla cream before letting it go. The scet haunted some of his nights and it was nice to be close to the source of it again. "Ya enjoy yourself lass, I'll see ya in a bit," he said with a smirk and took a cigarette from the little canister on the bar table. Moving his hand back, he clapped Logan on the back. "Take care o' her then, enjoy," he said thinly, keeping the jealousy that rose down.
Slipping under Logan's arm, Stones looked over at Aideen one more time, eyes softening at the beauty before walking over to Cliona who was on the other side of the bar. "Let's go dance ya minx," he said grabbing her arm and leading her on to the dance floor, looking back at the couple before swinging his current lady onto the dance floor not far from Mason and Tracy. The night was young as was the weekend and Stones had a lot to work on if he was going to get through it without going against his own set of ethics as well.
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HeartString
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Tracy Goddard
Trust me, I know what hurts you, I know what you're feeling
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Post by HeartString on Jul 19, 2009 22:43:42 GMT -5
Uh-DANCE!?! Tracy thought as Mason's firm handed grip pulled her out onto the dance floor and spun her. "Woah, baby when did you learn to do this?" A huge grin sprang up on her face as she rocked her shoulders and hips playfully to get Mason to smile bigger. He was good. A little stiff but she would loosen him up. It was like he had been taught the rules of dancing, but maybe not the feel of it. Still, he was moving well and leading so confidently and in moments he seemed to loosen up and really get into it.
"I'm impressed, who taught you? Let me guess couldn't have been Ariel she doesn't dance except around a ring...Emma?...No she might have, but I just don't see it." She let him turn her and move her around as she felt him slide his hands across her shoulders to spin her. Letting his touch direct her she was in her glory. It was the most fun they could have standing up...well almost.
"You know you are very good at something else too." she reminded him as he pulled her in tight. "But c'mon, who taught you...and when? I thought you had no secrets from me any more you clever sexy man." His shoulders were so correct, his line so precise. "Wow, Mason...you are a good student, check you out baby." she smiled again, the light in her eyes sparkling. "Surprise is right, I love it...what else do you have planned?" She couldn't wait to see what her man had up his sleeve. She figured she would enjoy the dance, before reminding him of what she had felt emanating from the back room. There were darker things going on in this den of thieves than what first met the eye, of that she was sure.
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Post by Ember on Jul 20, 2009 1:08:20 GMT -5
Her hard stare stayed on Stones as he left, resisting the unladylike urge to wipe her hand on her pants. "He really pushes it, always did. You're the first guy I've ever seen put him in his place," Aideen said a smirk and bit her lip slightly. Something about watching Logan intimidate people and beat them up a bit got her worked up like nothing else. Whether it was the conviction and deadliness of his words and actions stirring a deep thrill within, or that the same hands that gouged out a man's eye and could snap a guy's neck were able to make her melt into them and cause her eyes to roll in the back of her head, it worked as one powerful aphrodisiac.
Her eyes moved over to Mason and Tracy, watching with a critical eye as they danced. Aideen knew how to dance just about any kind of dance, but in truth she hated it. It was something her Uncle required her to do whenever they had plans to visit another country. He wanted her to be well versed in every area of the culture. At the same time dancing was used as a form of discipline and training, just as much as her ninjitsu and Kung Fu. It brought her no joy like it did to other people. Her Uncle would actually make her smile to be polite whenever she was asked to dance at one of the functions they would attend, and it disgusted her. She couldn't understand how she was supposed to smile while allowing a stranger to touch and handle her body.
She avoided it at all costs, but when Mason asked she could not refuse. He worked hard to earn her trust and to bring her in sync with the team, and when he told her during their workouts how he wanted to do something for Tracy, Aideen gave him a hand. She was comfortable enough with him to show him how and he was competent enough to catch on quickly. Looking at them now, the pure delight reflecting on both of their faces and the pride that was held in every stance made Aideen feel a bit happy and satisfied. "Check them out, Mason learned better than I thought," she said softly to Logan, looking at them for a moment longer before turning back to him.
Picking up the fresh home brewed beer that Billy ordered for Logan, Aideen slid off the bar stool and handed it to him with a smirk. "Compliments of Billy. He insists you try some of the home brew," she said, her dark eyes glinting in delight and lust. In a smooth fluid motion, she pressed herself into that sweet spot on his side that fit her body perfectly. Lightly kissing his jawline near his ear, her hand moved up his chest to cup his neck. "You know if you keep getting me worked up like this, I'm going to have to collect a big payment. Soon," Aideen said softly in his ear, placing another light kiss on his jaw and smirking when she saw Stones looking at them at the corner of her eye from the dance floor.
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