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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 20, 2009 17:08:42 GMT -5
Cliona gave Stones the darkest of looks and flicked her cigarette at his shirt. "Oh are ya referrin' to me now?" she asked bitterly while heading towards the dance floor. She was pissed off to no end since Stones would always have a thing for Aideen. Cliona just couldn't get what her guy saw in the dark haired freak. Ok so she was definitely a good racer, a hot lass with mixed exotic blood. So f*ckin' what, she thought. Clenching her jaw, Cliona smacked Stones in the face then walked to the dance floor. They always had aggressive fights that eventually led to great make-up sex. However when Cliona started the fights it was because Stones was too stupid to realize he needed to stop setting his girl off on a temper tantrum.
"Yer a f*ckin' arsehole so don't think ya ain't gonna hear it later!" With that, she turned her body and pressed her pelvis against his. Swaying with the music that she was able to dance with so well, Cliona allowed the intoxicating environment overwhelm her. Dancing was her way of calming down as least a little bit. But she knew Stones was going to be just as pissed as she currently was once they had some alone time. She wouldn't have been surprised if he said or did anything to her now. Bring it on f*cker, she thought enraged. I dare ya.
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Post by Wolverine on Jul 21, 2009 21:31:50 GMT -5
Stepping a foot up on the brass rail that ran along the bottom of the bar, the actual bar itself in fact and slightly impressed he would have to admit he was at this chump Stones attention to that detail, he took his cigar from his mouth between two fingers and left it to rest in the nearby ashtray. "Home Brewed ...hmm" Logan took hold of the glass as well as the hand of his woman. Gently but firmly holding her petal soft fingers pinned under his rough hewn hand as he stared into the dark chocolate eyes of his tan and lovely lady. "I got a taste for somethin a little spicier." He pulled his lips into his mouth and moistened them with his tongue, sucking on them slightly.
He let her see his smile then, gently as it softened his face. The sparkle in his eyes heightened by the glowing light of the torches, set to burning just a little brighter by the girl who lit the fires of his soul. He felt the warmth of her skin and slowly released her hand from beneath his own. "Big payment, eh?" He raised an eyebrow at the image in his mind. "I got yer big payment girl. But a word to the wise-" He leaned in to look her in the eyes deeply "- careful whatcha wish for, Angel Eyes...cause you.." he drew himself in closer "...are gonna.." and closer still he came, until he felt the burning skin of her forehead against his own "...get it."
He could care less about the happenings behind him, he saw the look on her face and where she had been looking and it was obvious who would have been staring back at her. None of that mattered. He had made his point with the foolish hoodlum, petty criminal he was and Wolverine snickered inwardly. He'd run the circuit as a criminal element a time or two in his long life, this set up was quaint if only just a small time thing. As for the others on the dance floor he was sure it would be a show, but he took his time tasting the treasures of life, first the lips of his woman and then the home brew. "Not bad...a bit hoppy...maybe a tad precocious," he smacked his lips a little, nodding slightly "and the beer is ok too." He winked at her and turned finally to take in the dance floor.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 21, 2009 21:57:27 GMT -5
Stones had his name for many reasons, mainly because he earned it. When he was growing up, he did many things that people would say it took a lot of 'stones' to do, and he was infamous when in need to have a perfect stone cold face. In the face of trouble, Stones was known for not giving away anything and keeping the enemy in suspense. Right now, his face was stone cold for another reason all together. In front of everybody without a care, his thick hand went up to grab Cliona's hair holding it tight in his hard grip. He dragged her over to a pillar and swung her head forward, smashing it against the pillar hard.
The music was blaring, but he could still hear her cries of pain. His hand moved from her hair to her throat, squeezing a bit too tight for comfort but not enough to cut off her breathing completely. "Ya stupid bloody slag, if ya ever slap me or raise your bloody hand to me again, I'll make ya wish you were in Arnie's place after what I'll do ta ya," He spat in her face, looking into her eyes with his cold dark green eyes that showed he had every intent to carry out that threat. The blood from the gash on her hairline ran down and over his hand, but that didn't make him loosen his grip.
Bringing his free hand back and quicker than she could react, Stones struck her hard in the face. "Last f@%#kin' time. Next time ya try and pull that shit, yer goin' straight ta the chamber, an' yer wee Da ain't gonna protect ya frem that," He said to her with a dead serious and menacing glare. Without hesitating, he threw her on the ground with the hand on her throat and straightened up. "JULES!" he yelled for his sister and waved her over. "Get her cleaned up, we got a race in an hour," Stones said and walked off.
He went over to the cages where a Sicilian girl with dark hair and eyes danced and knocked on it. She came out without hesitation and offered him a sexy smile. Stones did nothing more than grab her arm and lead her over to his chair in the lounge. He sat down and snapped his fingers and the girl started dancing for him, a seductive dance as she moved closer to climb on his lap. She wasn't the exotic girl that Stones had in mind, but right now she'd have to do. What she wasn't doing was a good job on keeping his eyes wandering to the side where his true desire stood. Stones was a man that did not like to let go of things he wanted easily, and he was having a hard time letting go now.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jul 22, 2009 1:42:22 GMT -5
Julie got up, her face hinting no sign on emotion, just plain boredom as she made her way towards her brothers' so called 'girlfriend'. Julie grabbed Cliona's arm and picked her up, keeping her grasp tight, steering the girl away from the dance-floor, heading towards one of the back rooms. "Don't ye say anythin' until we in tha back room." she hissed under her breath, keeping her face composed as the two females entered the back room. Without bothering being gentle, Julie threw Cliona on one of the chair's in the middle of the room, staring at the state of the red-head. "Ye bleedin' outta yer feckin' mind?!" she hissed, glaring at the girl in front of her. "Yeh should know better than ta go 'round slappin' Stones, especially when he got guests around." Julie stared right into Cliona's eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. "This better not be any stupid way of yers to try to show you got some authority over Stones, just cause Aideen lass is 'ere." Julie's eyes didn't blink, neither did they move an inch from Cliona's face. "Whatever stupid prejudice shit you got goin' against Aideen lass- I don't wanna see it, and neither does no one else. Stuff it up Cliona." The look Julie gave Cliona, made it pretty clear that this was the end of that conversation, and she didn't want to hear anything more about it. "Lets get yeh cleaned up now lass. Yer a feckin' mess." Julie walked across the room and picked up a small first aid box and a wet sponge lying close to the corner, before she came closer to the red-head, her eyes lingering on the cut on the forehead Cliona'd received from the hit. Julie picked up the wet sponge and wiped the blood around the cut, and then used a cotton with some antiseptic to clean the wound. A thin reddish-pink line was visible on the girl's forehead now, the bleeding had stopped. Julie took out the ice-pack and handed it over to Cliona, before walking away to lean against a wall, and take out a cigerette. This shit was too frustrating. She put the fag in her mouth, pulling out her silver lighter and flicking it open. She lit her cigerette, popping the lighter back into her pocket, taking in a long puff and blowing the smoke out. Her eyes lingered on Cliona for a couple more moments, before she put her hand into her other pocket, pulling out a concealer. She tossed it over to the red-head and watched it land neatly in her lap. "You're gonna need that." she took another puff, "Hurry up, I wanna' get back out the'h." she mused, blowing out a cloud of smoke.
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Mason Rictus
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Post by Ironclad on Jul 22, 2009 18:44:58 GMT -5
Bringing her back in from a spin, Mason placed his hand on her hip as they moved in a circle to the music. "You wouldn't-...damn," he said slowing down the rhythm they started to watch Stones give that redhead from earlier one hell of a beat down. The more chivalrous side of Mason wanted to interfere, but he knew it wasn't his place. With a sigh, he shook his head and turned his attention back to his girl. He'd never lay a hand on her in that manner, or any girl for that matter, but he'd make sure no one ever laid a hand on her either. He didn't say anything about the scene to Tracy, but he knew he didn't have to. The two were a good match in that sense, with Mason not being all that talkative but Tracy just knew whatever he should or might say.
Placing a light kiss on her head, before he moved again to the fast paced music again, feeling the song getting to it's end and put her through a series of spins and twirls, turning her and himself around in the process and himself. Mason turned her out in a spin and then brought her in, and right on cue dipped her low to the ground and holding her in perfect position just like Aideen taught him, holding her upper thigh and holding her upper back so her body moved at a downward angle. A grin came on his face and he leaned in to share a long kiss with his girl. Mason kept kissing her as he brought her up to standing, grinning a bit against her mouth. He liked showing her off now that they were out of the school, and she was all for him.
Breaking away after a second, he grinned down and brought her close, a more of a Bachata style song started up and it didn't require as much of his concentration. He moved her smoothly across the floor and smirked at her. "You're not gonna believe me when I tell you who taught me doll." His eyes moved across the floor to look at Aideen back at Logan's side and he grinned slightly and looked back at Tracy. "She's a good friend you know, despite what others may think. I wanted to do something for you and she stepped up, even though she hated it," he said and took her into a small spin and brought her into him with her back hitting his chest and his arms wrapped around her as they swayed for a moment and he brought her around. "Yea I am a pretty good student huh? I gotta thank Fox again for this."
Dancing with his girl there, he managed to catch Jules taking the beat up redhead out of the area. Mason didn't know what he would do if someone ever did that to his girl. He'd blast their head off or pummel them to the point where not even their own mothers would recognize them. It was then that it hit him how hard it must have been for Logan to see what Rumble did to Aideen and not rip him to unrecognizable shreds. He didn't think he could have that kind of will power or patience to put up with that if it was Tracy in Aideen's place. He looked down at Tracy, face furrowed in thought and his eyes were serious. "I'd shoot anybody straight in the face if they ever hurt you. You know that right doll? I wouldn't let you go through that," he said to her softly as they moved to the edge of the crowd to kept from getting lost inside them.
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