Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 7:51:27 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 7:52:03 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 7:55:09 AM)
Tasha is having a night out, like every night. This time, she did not plan to make it here, to any other fancy clubs, but i drssed in her cauals, skinnyjeans, boots and a sleeveless top that left her thin ams bare. She carries a large bag strapped over her shoulder, it's weight mkign her lean heavily to one side. Once she comes to this part of he town, and sees the Underworld's open doors, she stops for a moment to hesitate. Eventually, she desides to head in.*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 7:57:54 AM)
*Shariq is sitting at the end of the bar in his suit, just watching the club goes and sipping on a hot coffee*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 7:58:59 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:00:58 AM)
*She stop to hesitate second time, when she has to face the ferryman who asks for a fee. But once she has already come down so far, she desides to pay. After passing the man a note, she moves further in to the main room and casts her gaze aroudn from the door to catch on the atmosphere and the inhabitants. She spots a familiar man at the bar, and a small smile appears on her face. She strolls casually arss the floor towards him, hands tugged in the tight pockets of her jeans to give her hips an extra sway on every step.*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:03:51 AM)
*she goes into the club a little while after Tasha and after chatting with the bouncer, in an emerald green strapless dress, her hair up, making her way towards the bar, too*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:07:04 AM)
*Glances over at Tasha and sees Lizzie as well, nodding to them both*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:08:24 AM)
*She takes a seat at the bar. Not te one next toShariq, but a respectful one stool away.* Hi Shariq. *She passes another honey-sweet smile to him, and then waves to the bartender, whoever it currently is.*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:09:30 AM)
*her eyebrows raise slightly, taking a seat beside Shariq on the opposite side after putting her purse down on the bar*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:14:48 AM)
Hello Tasha, have you met Lizzie yet?

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:17:02 AM)
Lizzie? *She asks, and wriggles on the barstool to get comfortable. Her eyes move past Shariq to the woman behind him, and she tilts her head in question, so that some hair falls over her face to cover nearly half of it.*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:17:47 AM)
Lizzie, Tash, Tasha, Lizzie. *Leaning back so they can see eachother easier*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:17:57 AM)
*she leans forward to look past Shariq* Hello, Tasha.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:19:38 AM)
Heya. *Gives Lizzie an upward nod, lifting her chin so that her hair moves back off her face. Then a bit of a thought crosses her mind, and she purses her lip before voicing it out.* Weren't you the bartender once?

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:20:51 AM)
*she nods* I am a bartender. It's my night off. *she turns to the bartender on and smiles, since they know each other, when she comes over to take Tasha's order*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:24:06 AM)
What do you do Tasha? *Sips his drink some*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:24:39 AM)
Cool cool. *Is what she has to say about it. A genuine hint of a smile curls the corners of her mouth upwards while she puts the face and the name into her memory. Then she turs to the person behidn the ar.* Hey there. Ummmmm, let's have some frangelico for starters. *She leans far back on the stool, looking dangerously close to tripping herself off it while she puts some effort to digging her wallet out of her pocket. Then she swings right back and puts her elbows on the bartop, producin a note from the wallet.* Here you go...O hey, Shariq?

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 8:25:29 AM)
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Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:25:55 AM)
*she turns to face the bar again, waiting on the bartender to come her way*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:26:17 AM)
What do I do? *she blinks at he question when she turns to look at the man. Then she shrugs.* Odd jobs. A bit of this and that and whatever....you know. *She shrugs and brings another smile to her face* Would it be too much for me to open a tab here, what do you think?

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:27:36 AM)
How high a tab are you likely to run? *Smiles a bit*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:30:23 AM)
*when the girl behind the bar comes her way, she orders* Tom Collins, please, hon. Can I get some extra cherries? *opening her purse to get out some money*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 8:30:40 AM)
*Following the odd rumor on the street till eventually arriving at the seedy local. There was a bit of a disturbance as the door opened and admited four identically well dressed Latin American men who proceeded a grizzled older gentleman who was obviously underdressed by comparison. His clothing was obviously aged and distressed, but not to the point of being trashy, just old. Moving quite well under his own power, The took up a table where the older man sat and the other four just stood around.*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:31:32 AM)
As high as possible, ofcourse. *The smile turns into a grin* But you know...my favorite drink is always a free one, so I don't mind if you want to call it a 'special' tab. *she grins a bit, and places the money that he currently has on the bartop.*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:32:42 AM)
Located in the French quarter, the entrance to this club is down a flight of stairs and through a set of heavy oak doors with black wrought iron reinforcements. There is then a short dark hallway that leads to the Entrance room. The Entrance room is wider than it is long. In it is a boat shaped bridge spanning dark running waters of an artificial river. There is a man here dressed as the Ferryman who checks IDs and takes the entrance fees. Once through the Entrance room there is another short hall that opens up into a large room that is made to look like a cavern. There are artificial stalagmites and stalactites scattered around the room and several round tables with chairs for people to sit at. The room is kept in low lighting and there is always soft music playing in the background. Along the whole back wall is a long bar with a doorway behind it leading to the break room and offices.

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:32:54 AM)
There are other doorways leading from this one each with something written above it. One says Hell, another is marked with a Heiroglyphic and another says Valhalla.

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:34:20 AM)
*Glances over at the doorway as there seems to be a bit of a disturbance, looking over the little group as they move in and take a seat*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:34:33 AM)
*she looks up from her purse, to the bartender, following her gaze, casually, turning a bit on her barstool to look over at the table where Montezuma and his suited friends are...that wasn't something you see every day....but she gives a smile to them nonetheless*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:35:45 AM)
*She picks up her frangelico drink and brings it uder her nose, inhaling deeply to pick up the delicate nutty scent. Her eyes close, and she brings it to her lips for a quik tiny ip, just wettign her lips before she puts the glass down and opens her eyes.* Ah, nevermind me, Shariq. Ofcourse I will pay for what I drink, I ws just kidding. *Then she glances over her shoulder at the small party that arrives, and a wide smile spreads on her face. She gives Montezuma a high wave.*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 8:39:04 AM)
*Lifting a hand in greeting to Tasha and her group, he backhanded one of the men lightly with the same hand. Speaking something softly to the man in what looked like spanish if one could read lips, the man produced a flask of deep reddish-purple liquid that was poured into the glass of wine that is order for Montezuma.*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:39:32 AM)
*she leaves money on the counter for the bartender and smiles warmly to her when she brings the drink over, starting on teh little skewer of cherries right away*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:41:22 AM)
*Watches Monte a few moments* You know him? *To Tasha*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:42:50 AM)
*She lets her eyes stay on Montezuma, aswell as the smile to stay on her face. Then she tursn back to her drink, and swirls the glass in the air to miz the liquoir with the slowly melting ice cubes.* I've met him, yes. Do I KNOW him? No. *she shrugs, and takes another little sip from the glass. Then she looks to Shariq and smirks at him, almost playfully.* Why? Looks like a potential customer, doesn't he?

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:45:53 AM)
Perhaps.

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:46:18 AM)
*Watches Monte a moment more before turning back and sipping his own drink*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 8:47:14 AM)
brb

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:49:17 AM)
Well, I suppose I know him well enough to pass introductions, if you'd like that. *She looks to Shariq again, and quirks a brow at what he is drinking* Is that...coffee?

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:49:24 AM)
*she finishes off the cherries and leaves the little pic on the cocktail napkin, taking the straw and swirling the drink around before having a good sip*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:50:58 AM)
Coffee with Bailies. Oh, I don't think I would need to disturb him at this time. He seems to enjoy having his space. *Glancing at the bodyguards.*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 8:51:34 AM)
*Sipping at his wine as he spends time watching the club, Montezuma seems to take it all in stride. His body language is relaxed which is stark contrast to the men around him who are obviously in a stayed of prepared readiness.*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 8:52:43 AM)
*An amused smile appears on her face* Oh, Shariq. You own a bar, and you choose to drink coffee? *she shakes her head, and then glances over her shoulder once more. Watching Montezuma and his puppies around their table while licking the sweet liquoir off her lips. Then she desides to slip off her stool, and head his way, holding the drink in her hand.*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:53:31 AM)
*Looks over at Lizzie*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:54:01 AM)
*feeling eyes on her, she looks at Shariq out of the corner of her eye, still sipping, but her eyebrows raise in a question*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:54:13 AM)
*Rae back*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:55:58 AM)
*she quits the drink and sits straighter, looking at Shariq* Something wrong?

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 8:56:06 AM)
Not at all.

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 8:56:51 AM)
*she smiles some then, silently offering him some of her drink, but figuring he'll turn it down*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 8:57:20 AM)
*watching Tasha with an amused look on his face while finishing his glass. The dim light of the club framed his face just right so that one side was visible, the other hung in shadow, but just barely.*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:00:52 AM)
*On her way towards the mysterious gentleman, she eyes the guards around him warily, but it looks liek she desides to ignore them in the end. Se stops a respectful 5 feet away rom the table, and leans her weight on one leg, crossing her arms across her stomack and holdign her glass aside in a cool gesture like she posing for Montezuma in his chair.* Evening, Senor. How does the night find you so far?

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:02:40 AM)
*Takes a sip of Lizzies drink to see what she's having tonight*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:03:16 AM)
*she raises her eyebrows at him, surprised he had some, smiling* Tom Collins. She makes a pretty good one. *nodding*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:03:35 AM)
Not bad. *Smiles*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:03:57 AM)
*The men seem to part as she approaches, the smile on Montezuma's face widening.* Ah Senorita Tasha, how lovely to see you again so soon. Please... *He motions to the seat at his table with a small bow of his before rising as a gentleman would before a lady sits down.* You will join me yes? What are you drinking? I will have Nestor get you another.

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:04:22 AM)
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Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:04:32 AM)
*she goes back to sipping the drink, keeping her eyes on Shariq a long moment before slowly turning back towards the bar*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:07:59 AM)
*A wide smile spreads on her face and she steps forward, lettign her hips sway a little more than nessessary before she takes a seat.* Why, how very generous. It's Frangelico. I'm feeling sweet tonight. *she smirks and gets cozy on the other side of the table, tilting her head as she looks Montezuma over again.* Welcome to the Undeworld. They say it's the fanciest club in the district but I don't know about that. What do you think?

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:10:47 AM)
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A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:10:48 AM)
*Taking his seat a moment after her and nodding to Nestor as his eyes drift back to Tasha.* It is.. austentacious enough, but such things are usually a sign of compensation for something, or so we say back home. Perhaps I just have a love for the classics, something a little less Hollywood? I think that is the right way to say it.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:10:55 AM)
(wb!)

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:11:36 AM)
(wb Shariq)

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:12:42 AM)
(ty)

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:12:58 AM)
(WB)

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:13:37 AM)
*She lets her eyes wander around in the main hall, concidering what Monte just had said.* Well, I don't find it Hollywood at all, really. More like a B-class 80s horror movies style. *she smirks a little and retursn her eyes back to him.* I have to say I do like it. Or...the atmosphere and the mystery they try to bring up with he decoration. Or shoudl I say he...rather than they. The owner is right there. *she nods her head towards Shariq at the bar.*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:17:11 AM)
*she finishes her drink off, fishes out an ice cube and slides down off the barstool, fixing the dress as inconspicuously as possible after doing so*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:17:57 AM)
*Finishes off his coffee and stands, stretching a bit*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:18:21 AM)
*A small grunt of acknowledgement as he spotted the man at the bar and turned back to Tasha.* I guess your right about the b-movies, but in Mexico, Hollywood is synonomus with all film, even bad ones. I will give that it tries hard to illicit certain emotions, and I must confess that while it is not my usual place, it is interesting. *He nodded to Nestor as their drinks were replaced with fresh ones.* So, how has the new day treated you?

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:18:33 AM)
*she picks up her purse from the bar, watching Shariq* Going to the office?

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:19:31 AM)
I think so... want to come along?

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:19:55 AM)
*she nods a little, popping the ice cube into her mouth*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:20:16 AM)
*Smiles and offers her his arm before heading back to his office*

Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:20:41 AM)
*she hooks her hand on his elbow and moves with him in that direction*

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:21:20 AM)
Now bad, not so good. The usual. *she shrugs a bit and leans against the back of her chair. She once more glances towards the leaving Shariq and Lizzie, and bites her lower lip as some thought passes through her head. Then she looks back to Montezuma.* I have to say I didn't expect to run into you again so soon. So I take that as a turn for the better. *she smiles a little*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:26:30 AM)
Si? *an eyebrow rises as he tilts his head.* I shall take that as the highest of compliments then. Would you like to finish your drink and go... elsewhere? Perhaps I can find a way to make it take a turn towards even better. *Picking up his glass, he stared at it a moment as Nestor dumped the remaining contents of the flask into his wine before taking a sip.*

Shariq Rashidi (Aug 23, 2011 9:29:42 AM)
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Lizzie Bassett (Aug 23, 2011 9:29:54 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:31:00 AM)
*A little clint appears in her eye and the little smile turns into a wider one* Come now, don't insult our host. You barely made it here and you want to leave already? *She picks up her own glass and takes a tiny sip from it's edge, never taking her eyes off him. She licks her lips clean before setting the glass back on the table.* But do tell, what did you have in mind for 'elsewhere' this time, hmm?

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:38:09 AM)
I was thinking about what you said, about how it's dark underside is what shows a city. Did you know that the oldest hotel in the city is said to be one of it's most haunted buildings? It has a sordid history as well Senorita, murders, suicides, children vanishing in the night, horrible unexplained sounds. *He waved his glass around vaguely as he spoke, keeping his eyes on her without relent. Wetting his parched lips before taking a sip.* This, it intruiged me.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:40:32 AM)
*Her face turns serious, for a reason that may be hard to tell. She casts her eyes down to her glass and begisn rolling it in her fingers upon the tabletop, giving him only her wide eyelids for now.* It sounds..interesting. Is that where you are staying, Senor?

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:43:11 AM)
No, I am unfortunately not that lucky. Though it is a beautiful hotel, classic, appearance unchanged since 1874. It was but a suggestion since you expressed an interest in voodoo. *Noting the expression on her face, he quietly finished his wine and passed the glass of to Nestor to get rid of it.* Did you have something else in mind for our... date?

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:48:27 AM)
Oh, no. Like I said I didn't have anyplans for tonight, other than to hug the bottle, once I get there. *she shrugs a litte and picks up the glass, still peering into it and moving it in the air, watchign how the liquoir mizes with the melting ice cubes.* And you know...I just got a sour ending to my previous 'dates', so I don't relly feel like giving it another go right away if...that is what you are aiming for?

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:48:53 AM)
*she lifts her gaze from the glass now, to cast a careful glance from under her eyebrows to the man on the other side ofthe table*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:52:34 AM)
No No Senorita, a man must have more respect for a woman such as you. I am not interested in catching you on the rebote, the rebound you call it. I simply enjoyed our little conversation as there are so few truely educated women in the world. I would see it as a waste of an impressive mind to leave you without someone stimulating to talk to. If not myself, then someone else perhaps?

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 9:54:11 AM)
*He smiles across the table, his hands resting comfortably on his chest as they speak. Those brown eyes follow her every move and every gesture as he tries to read her. Taking a small breath before his speaks again.* He truely hurt you Senorita, for that I appologize on behalf of men everywhere.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 9:58:08 AM)
*She tkes another sip from her glass while she speaks, and then what he says makes her let out a laughter, She quikly covers her mouth with the back of her hand to prevent any exess liquoir from bursting out, and forces herself to swallow it before she smiles to him again widely* Hey, come ooon. I can't blame you, or all men for one bad experiense, can I? And truth be told, I'm a pretty big bitch myself. Not an angel or some porcelain doll who's just been broken. I'm a woman, nothing more. And really....how could you mistake me for even an educated one? I mean...do I LOOK like some Harward graduate babe? I just say what pops up in my head. If thatimpresses you well then I am truely flattered! *she grins to him wickedly*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 10:03:31 AM)
*Laughing he leans forward.* No no please excuse me, when I say educated, I don't mean what they teach at your Ivy League schools. You know the world, it's history, it's dark side. You are not some little fawn in the woods waiting to be taken by the hunter. *Steepling his fingers together, the light playing off his brown eyes as a glint appears in them.* No, you are a strong, opinionated woman, a hunter in your own right. You see what you want and take it, Si? You speak your mind and refuse to compromise who you are. This makes you educated, not by books, but by the world. And this is far more important. *He leans further in and whispers.* Between you and me, A bitch is just someone who has no time for dealing with false politeness, and this is fine with me. I even enjoy it.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 10:08:05 AM)
*The smile stays on her face, and softens remarkably when he leans closer to whisper.* You really are flattering me, Monte. And I might be falling for it, can you imagine? *She leans over the table herself, stretching her back to a logn arch and pulling her shoulders up as she looks to him along her nose with a hint of challenge and much allure in only half-open eyes.* Now that I think it further, I would really like to see this hotel you speak of. It wont be oftenwhen I have the chanse of such gentlemanly company to cover my back from the ghosts.

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 10:14:55 AM)
Si Senorita, I am at that, but simply because the adulation is appropriate and earned. Understand that we are not all like your previous interest, and while you may not think an appology is needed. I most certainly do, from myself on behalf of others, and from him. *His face softens only slightly, as if that is all the grizzled and slighly scarred flesh will allow.* If you would like Senora, it would be my pleasure to escort you there. Perhaps we will find something interesting, or something interesting will find us.

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 10:19:38 AM)
Very well then. *She downs the rest of her drink, icecubes and all. She grunches and suckles them in her mouth quikly and finalyl swallows, makign a little face when the mix of burnign liquoir and cold ice go down her throat. Then she gets up, pushing her chair back with her behind as she does.* Shall we? Just know that I am as superstitious as any born orthodox. If you are scared of ghosts yourself my company wont help you to chill.

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 10:22:39 AM)
*Pushing back from the table and standing he nodded.* Ah religious? *He offered his arm to her and motioned for Nestor to get the car and for another to go with him. As they exited, there was the same lincoln waiting with Nestor holding the rear door open for them, the other man had once again picked up the panel van.* I am something of a spiritualist myself, so no, I do not scare easy. But I will say I am interested in the chills such places are supposed to give.

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 10:27:16 AM)
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A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 10:27:22 AM)
(room hop)

Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 10:27:24 AM)
*Takes his arm and follows courteously, slipping to the role of a lady as easy as a knife to warm butter.* One person's chill is other person's thrill...or even a bliss. *she says with a smile on her face as they exit the club.* And no, I am not very....religious, per-se. Just superstitious. I don't like to aknowledge any force that I have to bow to, if you knw what I mean? But I still believe in some things... *Her head drops again as some heavy thought passes through.*

A. Montezuma Pisanob (Aug 23, 2011 10:28:16 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Aug 23, 2011 10:28:24 AM)
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