Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:22:11 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:22:15 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:22:26 PM)
(give me a picture of the place, please)

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:23:03 PM)
((of course, on it))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:23:12 PM)
( no rush =) )

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:30:09 PM)
*The Locks bar is a tiny bar in the rough Treme neighbourhood. While the hood has some interest for Jazz history buffs, they usually limit themselves to visting it by day, and even then they are careful... The bar is squeezed between two other buildings, the facade barely larger than the plain wooden door with an engraved pair of crossed keys. Cheap recorded music spills from it, a faint light escapes under the door, as do the smoke of cigarretes and other more suspicious scents...*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:30:18 PM)
((Sorry, got pulled afk))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:34:26 PM)
((Come on in before you see the rest. ;-) ))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:37:42 PM)
*Tasha takes a stroll pull on the doorhandle and slings it open out of her way. She enters like she owns the place. Head up, a cool pout on her face, and a pair of sunglasses sittign on the brim of her nose. Without having a look around she heads towards the bar, leaning heavily to one side as she has a heavy looking shoulderbag against the other. Once she gets to the bar she lifts the bag and sits it on one of the high stools.* Ohhh, god...*she sighs, and gives an upward nod to the personnell behind the bar.* Smirnoff, please. And zakuska. What? Zakuska! You don't know what that is? Geez...*she lifts her head up and either rolls her eyeyes or just look up to the ceiling - it would be hard to tell since her eyes are covered, but easy enough to guess from her behavior.* Peanuts? *she finally asks and brings her head back down.* Sure, that'll do, thanks.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:37:47 PM)
(major lag)

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:38:27 PM)
((gotcha))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:41:30 PM)
*This is not one of those places that look much smaller outside than inside... It's as small inside as you suspected it might be, a single room with simple tables and chairs crowded together (and they look more like kitchen tables and chairs than bar furniture), where some people are talking, some are playing cards, but most are just busying themselves with drinking and smoking. There is a tiny bar with a modest selection of bottles, some cigarretes and cigars shown behind it and a couple of unnocuppied stools in front of it. A large, rough-looking, black-haired white "bartender" is behind it too.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:41:50 PM)
((there's more))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:44:33 PM)
*There's also a door to some back room. Out of there walks Marcel. He looks just a bit more handsome than your average guy, but the way he stands and the way he moves with a predatory grace stand out, his smile currently warms the room, but looks like it could chill it too, and his eyes move around with piercing intelligence while he scans the room. Meanwhile the bartender pours her a shot of cheap vodka in a cheap glass and says* No, not even peanuts. We don't do much of the food thing here. I do know about the law, yeah.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 2:47:39 PM)
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Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:47:58 PM)
((Josh))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:48:03 PM)
((Wait for the PM bomb))

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 2:48:21 PM)
[LoL wait for it!]

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:48:27 PM)
*She doesn't even turn to look at the newcomer, but seems toaknowledge him neverheless. Her arm dips elbow-deep into the large bg that sits on the chair while she is still standing herself.* You may know about the law, but do you know about russians, who don't get zakuska with their vodka? *Her hand rummages in the bag, searching. The sound of different materials hitting and pushign eachother is evident.* You don't want to find out, mate. So what you got here?

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:52:38 PM)
*Bartender* Lots os stuff, but no peanuts. You russian then? *Marcel just finds an empty table and sits down, not seeming to mind at all that it's a bit grubby. He continues to just watch the place and the patrons. The black man is dressed casually tonight, in a sportscoat, t-shirt and nice jeans, but he still stands out in here.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:55:23 PM)
Yeah. And I give you a lesson in the language, 'cause I think you need it. *she pulls out a thin wallet from the bag, and now begisn digging to it in turn.* zakuska...means cold snack with vodka. Something you don't have to cool, but that stil is food, you knw? Like pickles that you can eat straight from the can while you hide from your wife in the carage. *she pulls out a note of 20 and slams it flat under her plm to the counter.* So! You got any?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 2:55:45 PM)
(cool=cook)

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 2:57:01 PM)
*Josh had tired of the local tourist traps and what they called Cajun culture. It was after all like the drink often were watered down. And though he looked out of place in the rough part of town that was as often as not where one found the real New Orleans and since he no longer breathed for a living he did not exactly fear for his life. Baggy jeans and a red sleeveless shirt was his look this eve as he made his way into the rough little bar that had a reputation for good jazz he paused to take in the ambiance as it was. His dark hair pulled back into a loose pony tail that set of starkly with his pale, pale skin. Of course the little white guy got looks but as his chocolate colored gaze shifted to the mortal predators there was just something there….that made them reconsider.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:57:01 PM)
*Bartender* No pickles, no cold foods. *He doesn't look like a friendly salesman, either. Marcel grins, watching amused, and leans forward as if meaning to stand up, but doesn't quite yet.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:59:22 PM)
*People actually seem to be mostly taking care of their own business in here (and that business is getting wasted), so nobody eyes Josh too predatorily... they don't even eye Tasha like that. Someone probably lied to the toreador about the Jazz, the stereo spilling out some music isn't even a good one. Marcel's eyes alight on the newcomer, though, distracted from Sasha for now.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 2:59:34 PM)
((Josh, are you making a particular effort to look all alive?))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:00:21 PM)
*Keeps her hand on the note to secue it, and leans over the bar. She slides the pair of sunglasses with a fingertip down alogn the brim of her nose, and stares with her huge, redshot eyes at the bartender. If she'd open them up any more they might just plop out of the pits.* Don't tell me a big guy like you goes all day without eating. Stop playing and try to work with me here, will ya?

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:00:28 PM)
[Nope an with his dark hair he looks pretty corpse like with the pale skin. But is high enough humanity it is not blatantly obvious]

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:02:45 PM)
*And of course he notices Tasha the little Russian wench is sort of like a case of the clap you just cannot seem to get rid of her. Or at least that was his thought and it made him smile as he ambled toward her and the bar while she still bickered with the tender. Without missing a beat he laced his fingers into the back of her red hair and pulled her head back then peered down at her as he crinkled his nose at the horrid sound escaping the speakers* getting into trouble again Tasha? *He asked with his normal irreverent amusement and a little twinkle in his eyes. The tender was like as not, not too impressed with the terribly skinny little white guy.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:04:27 PM)
((I'll assume another vamp can notice if he looks for it, though, and I'll be lazy and not roll, ok? Marcel isn't making much of an effort either, aside from a token effort at looking like he's breathing)) *Marcel watches Josh for a moment longer and is about to draw his attention somehow when he sees him start talking to Tasha. The bartender answer her.* I ate before I got here, and someone brings me some takeout later. I can share if you wait and wanna be nice or something. *Then he asks Josh* Can I get ya anything? *He sounds doubtful.*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:05:10 PM)
[Works for me you know how I am leave the dice in the drawer as much as possible]

PeachesCat (Sep 21, 2011 3:05:53 PM)
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Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:06:43 PM)
*He did not bother sparing a glance at the tender as he kept his amused gaze on Tasha* beer as cold as your ex wife's heart will do. *It would probably be warm as piss but well he was not going to drink it after all.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:07:07 PM)
*gets caught off-guard and pulled back, so that the eyeglasses drop from her face and reveal the not so flattering dark circles and little red veins in the yellow eyeballs. She sure has looked better.* ACK! *her hand JUST catches the sunglasses when they drop, and then hold them to her side to make sure they don't drop any further. Finally she strightes up and glares at Josh and huffs.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:07:15 PM)
Fag.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:07:57 PM)
*The tender plops a can of budweiser in front of Josh... And even opens it for him. Such service.*

PeachesCat (Sep 21, 2011 3:08:02 PM)
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Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:08:12 PM)
*Marcel, meanwhile, continues to watch curiously*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:10:18 PM)
*In response he lets go of Tasha’s hair and smacks her smartly right on the ass and even adds a little pinch* happy to see you also Tasha. *He then flopped a crumpled $10 on the bar* got mine and the *he coughed* lady’s first round. *He then slid up and onto a stool and canted his head at Tasha* and you look like you have been missing more than your share of sleep Tasha.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:11:35 PM)
*The bartender takes the ten, leaves Tasha's 20 there, and goes back to not doing anything.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:12:16 PM)
Oh yeah, you coul say hat. *she murmurs and puts her torso agaisnt the bar, an elbow on the counter and her head to her hand. The other hand slides the sunglasses back on.* Not in the modo for games either. I got a terrible Phil Collins-hangover and I'm hungry. And Bubba wont give me any gumbo.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:12:32 PM)
*gestures to the guy behind the bar*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:12:40 PM)
*Who ignores her*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:13:58 PM)
(sorry for all the typos. Bare with me)

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:15:29 PM)
*The bartender eventually, after eyeing Tasha, whispers something to her.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:16:18 PM)
*Bartender whisper to Tasha* You sure it's food you hungry for, babe? Or is it something else you want? Something a lil stronger than vodka maybe?

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:17:26 PM)
Well just so you will speak the name Joshua Perdrew kindly let me see what I can do for you. *Josh turned his attention to the bar tender and well he knew local and he knew all bars and two pickle jars one with boiled eggs and one with pigs feet. At least all bars in Cajun country and his voice shifted and flowed in to that bastardized French called Creole. The way Josh spoke clearly marked him as a Louisiana born and bred.* ~Creole~ can y’al set da lady up with a pickled egg and a couple pigs feet got a fella here trying to get some. *The pale little man oozed down home charm and pleasantness in the way only another registered coon ass could.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:18:52 PM)
*puts a hand flat on the guy's face and pushes him away.* Don't bring that stinking mouth over here. I told you what I want. *Then she sighs heavily, lettign her shoulders drop.* Damn... I think I will just go out and have a dinner street-style. But need my Smirnoff for that. So PLEASE will you bring me my drink atleast.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:19:34 PM)
((He had poured her the shot of vodka already))

voidoblivion (Sep 21, 2011 3:19:45 PM)
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voidoblivion (Sep 21, 2011 3:20:14 PM)
(hides behind a smoking mirror * dont not look at the mand behind the curtain)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:20:46 PM)
*Only now sees the glass on the bar and seems to stare at it behidn the dark glasses for a while, befores he grabs it and brings it up.* cheers. Thanks. *she consumes some.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:22:21 PM)
*The tender slapped Tasha's hand away, not really roughly but surely not gentlemanly either... and went back to his doing nothing routine.* ((And I think I shall no longer NPC him!))

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:23:28 PM)
Well fuck that does not happen often *Josh frowned and toyed with the beer can he had not even pretended to drink from.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:23:50 PM)
What doesn't happen often, Josh?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:24:05 PM)
*puts the glass down and begins rolling it in her hand on top of the bar*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:24:46 PM)
*He glanced at Tasha* I did not think there was a dive bar in the whole state that did not have pig's feet but well you are making the charming impression as well.

voidoblivion (Sep 21, 2011 3:24:48 PM)
(This user is now known as Sexy Dirty Whore)

PeachesCat (Sep 21, 2011 3:24:56 PM)
(This user is now known as Seedy Tender)

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:26:35 PM)
*Marcel had heard Josh say his name and that sure perked his attention. The elegant man finally got up and moved with predatory grace towards Josh and Tasha.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:27:08 PM)
OH yeah. These people don't knwo how to make business. I mean who ISN'T hungry after a trip or gettign wasted, huh? *she shrugs and looks around now, for the first time. It would be difficult to know where her eyes are exactly, but the sunglasses are directed towards Marcel for a while*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:28:03 PM)
*Tasha gets as warm a smile and as polite a nod of greeting as Josh does, but it's Josh Marcel talks to* Mr. Perdrew. Forgive me, I could not help but to overhear your name.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:28:44 PM)
*A wide smile spreads on her own face, and she gives Josh a little meaningful nudge with her elbow.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:29:02 PM)
*Marcel's rich, low and throaty voice is almost a caress to all who end up hearing it.*

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:29:13 PM)
*Through the front doors stumble one of Marcels whores, he has a funny glazed grin on her face as she pauses. this one he had not seen all night. she ahd not worked her courner she was well obviously fucked up right now and she had not gotten it from him.*

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:30:32 PM)
((sorry DLP of entry))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:30:40 PM)
((Hey sexy))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:30:44 PM)
((Feel free to stay with it))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:30:54 PM)
((I'm working around it and responding))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:31:19 PM)
*Marcel raises an eyebrow seeing who just came past the door... He did see the whore in a corner when he was making his way to his place and he wonders if she works for someone who owes him money.*

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:31:24 PM)
((ok then I will keep it just note it was not officially one of his whores))

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:31:40 PM)
*When Marcel moved closer Josh noted him and did a bit of study as his attention shifted from Tasha a moment. The pale little man had one of those amused looks on his face that one generally found in someone who enjoyed things possibly in an irreverent way. When Tasha spoke back up he looked back to her* well I would say you are an expert on all of the above.*He then shifted his attention back to Marcel when he spoke* yes that is me hope I do not owe you money or the like. *He elbowed Tasha back playfully and seemed to take an instant sort of like to MArcel.*

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:32:34 PM)
*she pauses and shakes her head her shirt exposing way to much clevage as she pauses and looks at the others then SMiles seeing Josh and begins to work her way over to the sexy boy*

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 3:32:51 PM)
*The tender glared at Tasha and was ready to throw her sorry ass out but business was business as he went to cleaning the top of the bar with a nasty bar rag,as he watched Tasha and Company*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:33:08 PM)
[LMAO}

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:33:56 PM)
*And with quick charm and thinking Josh scooped up his untouched beer and thrust it in the whore's general direction* here you look thristy!

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:34:15 PM)
No... Not that I know of at least. But I -have- heard of your name before and I am glad we could meet so soon. You see, I have just recently arrived in the city... I should soon be visiting one of the establishments I am told you oversee.

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 3:34:25 PM)
*When he saw the woman walk in which he knew to be a whore he rolled his eyes and sighed rather heavily,but he kept his mouth shut at least for now...But he did keep an eye on the broad*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:35:18 PM)
*A brow is lifted, reaching over te brim of the glasses as she looks through them at Josh. Then nudges him again, this time harder and whispers:* manners!

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:35:30 PM)
*she smiels at josh paus with a little unsteadyness to her stance as she takes the bear and sips it* Thank Sugar *she says then slips in to sit on the other side of him opposite of tasha, offering a hand* Im Tanisha

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:36:42 PM)
((Hey sexy... Would some perception + streetwise tell if she's stoned or looking beat up or something? Or perhaps per+kindred lore to know if she looks drunk from recently and deeply?))

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:37:15 PM)
((any questions feel free to pm me))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:37:24 PM)
((ok))

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:38:18 PM)
Bar tender another round! *Josh called and smiled a bit larger at Marcel* ah did not catch your name and you are probably speaking of a visit to the Wedding Cake House. * I am of a sorts *he answered Tasha's nudge with another of his own and glanced over at Tanisha as she took the beer and a seat.* Way too many Ts going on around her *it seemed someone could think on their feet and work a room in a rough and tumble sort of way.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:38:22 PM)
*She sighs and pushes herself apart of the counter, standing steady n her own feet now as she turns to face Marcel. Her hands slip into her ockets, her shoulders come high up while she stretches her back.* Oh yea. I was wondering a while there why you didn't look familiar. Welcome to New Orleans, from my part atleast.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:39:56 PM)
[remove the * between House & I]

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 3:40:44 PM)
*He hears Josh call for another round walks over to the now foursome and refills there glasses with whatever they were having,eyeing Marcel for a moment then the whore but of coruse he didnt say anything as he walked away not wishing to apart of there conversation*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:41:23 PM)
*After a quick examination of the whore, Marcel seems to dismiss her, although he does try to remember her face so he can ask about her later. He smiles to Josh.* Do forgive my manners, I just found it so fortuitous to see you here I seem to have forgotten them. I am Marcel Powel, at your service. *And after a nod to Josh, he then turns the wattage of his smile up a few notches and bathes Tasha with it* Why, thank you for the welcome, then. And this time, I believe it was I who did not catch your name...

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:41:57 PM)
*tanisha pokes Josh * hey sugar*reaches up and adjust her shirt to show moreleaving even less to the imagination*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:42:29 PM)
*Josh dropped a couple $20s on the bar for the tender* keep the change and are you really sure you don’t have any pigs feet for the lady? If you don’t deh might take your coon ass card as that will be the second uncajunly thing I have seen you do.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:42:49 PM)
((Tasha has vodka, Tanisha has a can of budweiser that Josh had given her, so I guess they both had a second can! Marcel had no drinks, and probably remains like that. He just came out of the back room.))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:43:23 PM)
Yea, well.. I am not that easy a catch. *she grins, and lowers her face to glance over the brim of the glasses to the brown gentleman.* But looks like you got Josh pretty well in the net already. And you know them artists....always lokign for inspiration.

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:45:31 PM)
*smiles at tasha then looks back at Josh as she sips her beer*

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 3:45:32 PM)
*He took the money when Josh put it on the bar*I already told ya I dont got any of those pig feet*When Josh called him a coon ass or rather taking his coon ass card he balled his fist up wrinkling the money in one hand..But choose to walk away*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:46:05 PM)
*Josh shoves his next Budweiser in the whore’s direction as boobs lose much of their allure when one stops breathing he does not verbally respond. Though the hooker now finds herself with like as not three beers in front of her.* Nice to meet you Marcel and I must say I find our chance meeting to be like as not mutually beneficial *he switched between good English and down home Cajun so fast his tonsils might get whip lash.*

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:46:57 PM)
Hey Sugar* says the molato girl who he gave a bear to then stops as a third beer is shoved her way and shrugs its free at least*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:48:10 PM)
I am glad you think so, Josh. *Then to Tasha* Yes, I have seen some of Mr. Perdrew's work. *He smirks* I doubt he would be inspired by such as me. No feathers and too little fur, you see? *He manages to make that sound like it's a joke on him, not in any way disparaging Josh's work. In fact, he sounded admiring of it.*

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:48:38 PM)
*she grabs the three beers and stumbles to a booth and sits as shebegins to enjoy her beer*

Sexy Dirty Whore (Sep 21, 2011 3:49:24 PM)
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Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:49:31 PM)
*Dam tender apparently did not know Dixie but at least he had gone away even if it was gone away mad. Josh ignored him and hope Ms. Flopping Banana tits would go play someplace else also. But at least he had shoved enough booze at her to be distracting.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:51:07 PM)
*Opens her mouth, ready tosay something, but then holds it back, and just grins. She qukly picks up he glass of vodka and takes a gulp.* ahhh, brrrh! *shakes her head after, and looks like she is slightly more awake now.* Everyone has an animal inside. You should know it, if someone. *she winks at Marcel, and then turns to face he bar again.* hmm, where did that tender go?

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:51:12 PM)
He obviously waxes *Josh quiped at Marcel's comment and the smile on his pale lips bloomed a bit more as the whore took her leave. Between her and the bar tender he was batting about .500 and that was not too bad really.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:53:29 PM)
Shave, mostly. And what would the animal inside you be, Ms. not that easy a catch?

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 3:53:53 PM)
*Hearing Tasha she looked her way with a grimace of course*I hadnt went no where..Stanind behind the bar you cant see me its not my fault your blind as a bat..8yes he was speaking to Tasha*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:54:44 PM)
((Hey... where do we post about influence/contact use? Our xp threads, scene threads, bluebook threads or somewhere else?))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:54:53 PM)
Ah! There you are! Give me another, please? *She sounds much more polite now, and points into the glass that she ha placed back ont he bar.* Hmm bat? No.. no bat. Maybe a raccoon or a gator.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:55:02 PM)
*Josh leaned back against the bar amused as Marcel nearly stole his words and that humored him even more. He glanced at the tender though and furrowed his brow as the fellow was starting to chap his ass.*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 3:57:11 PM)
You seem to have a gator fixation Tasha *he paused for affect* kinky.

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 3:57:12 PM)
*He rolled his eyes and being polite now didnt change the fact she wasnt the first time around,he grabed the bottle of vodka and gave her another shot*I stickn with bat*smirking*

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 3:57:52 PM)
(and BB Marcel...unless your requestiong a scene with it then the scene request thread)

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 3:58:07 PM)
You stick a...*shts her mouth in good time and tursn aroudn to lean her back against the bar and eye Marcel curiously through the black glasses*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 3:58:11 PM)
((Gotcha, thanks))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:00:40 PM)
*To Josh* What woman doesn't like a good pair of alligator boots, or a purse... *He eyes Tasha back, curious himself now* I wonder why it is you believe you have to behave because I walked over... Do I give the impression I do not appreciate women with a dirty mouth, perhaps?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:01:48 PM)
No. ...but I do like the alligator boots and purses. *She winks*

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 4:02:07 PM)
*He glares at Tasha and waits for her respone but luckly she keeps her mouth shut and then turns her back to him,he shrugs and puts the bottle of vodka back in its place,goes back to serveing the other customers or atl east making himself seem busy,but he was ease dropping on their conversation cause that is what bar tenders do*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:02:28 PM)
*He glanced between Marcel and Tasha and got an amused smile on his face* I am starting to suspect it is all another clue to her ever elusive supervisor. You know how it can be so hard to nail down just who employs someone.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:03:27 PM)
*That took tasha's attention away from Marcel, and she shoots her eyes to Josh....or so it appears, her eyes being once more covered behi the dark glasses when she lifts her chin up.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:03:29 PM)
Ah, I see. Whoever was smart enough to employ the lady sounds like someone I would enjoy meeting.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:05:39 PM)
You'r a pan in the ass, Josh. *she says coldly, then turns her face back to Marcel, but hides her eyes behidn the glasses now.* He's trying to make me look unavailable. Jealous, can you imagine? *shrugs a bit and picks up her newly filled glass. She holds it up elegantly near her face.* I work for a price, not a person. Simple as that.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:05:46 PM)
*One could see Josh make a mental tally mark as he gave Tasha a lazy smile at her reaction and then answered Marcel* yeah I would also slimey and slippery fucker who I cannot figure out. *It showed a bit of grudging admiration but one could tell not knowing Tasha's dom was vexing Josh.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:06:45 PM)
you not figuring somethign out is no news. And you got it all wrong anyway, so better if you stop thinking all together.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:07:06 PM)
*He smiled a bit more genuinely to Tasha then* and I think she will loose style points on that recovery attempt.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:07:36 PM)
*shrugs* Whatever.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:07:45 PM)
I am sure a bit of persuasive interrogation would work. But then again, I would prefer not to toy with another's property... But if the lady assures me she works for a price, and not to any particular person, then perhaps I am free to unleash my charms. *That... does sound kinda like a threat. Just a bit. Still smoothly said and dripping honey, though.*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:09:20 PM)
*Josh once more seemed to be in fine humor as he glibly answered Marcel* eh that is cheating though and it takes all the fun out of the game. *Well that was his story and he was sticking to it even if he was as fast to cheat as the next Kindred.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:10:27 PM)
Heh. Depends on what you offer, Mr. Powell. I am in the need of money, but I wont do just ANYTHING. *She brings the glass agaisnt her cheek, enjoying the cool touch on her skin.* I've done seom deliveries. Taken bets and the like, with my ex boyfriend. But then he stepped down from the scene so...that kinda left me standing on nothing.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:13:47 PM)
Ah, but sometimes the cheating can be fun in itself. But I won't spoil your game, then, Josh. For now. *To Tasha* Deliveries and bets, huh? If I think of a proper job, I will let you know. Which reminds me... *He fishes a couple of simple but elegant white cards with his name and a couple of telephone numbers and hands them to Josh and Tasha... Meanwhile, a tall amazon of a woman, blond and plain looking except for an olympic athlete's build, walks in from that back door, finds that same grubby, empty table where Marcel had sat before and sits down there, watching the place. She wears a skirt business suit and high heels.*

Seedy Tender (Sep 21, 2011 4:14:27 PM)
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Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:14:27 PM)
And perhaps a nice pair of all

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:14:32 PM)
((oops))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:15:06 PM)
And perhaps a nice pair of alligator boots would be a proper payment, Tasha?

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:16:10 PM)
*Josh lets Marcel and Tasha banter and takes his card. He digs in the back pocket of his jeans and produces one of his own that he hands to the black man. It lists his number as well as an address for his studio in the French Quarter.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:16:21 PM)
*catches her card from the man's fingers and slips it in the bag that rests on the stool nearby* No promises. I mean...feel free to gift m anything, but it's no debt if there's no deal, you know?

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:16:56 PM)
And well...do you own this place? You sure look liek you might. *she tilts her head and takes a little sip from the side of the glass.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:18:15 PM)
*He raises an eyebrow* Seriously? I look like I own a place like this? *He sounds a bit offended... And takes Josh's card, takes a moment to memorize the information there, then puts it away in a pocket.*

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:19:05 PM)
*Josh made a mental note to do something nice for Tasha because she could not have done a better job as his wingman if he had paid her to do it.*

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:19:10 PM)
You look like you own something. And I don't know another reason for you to be here. *shrugs a bit, and pats her cheek again with the cool glass.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:20:35 PM)
Oh, I really enjoy all facets of this city, Tasha. From the seedy to the lofty. I can be found nearly anywhere in it, at some point in time.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:21:25 PM)
I have to give him vague and style points all in one on that one *Josh grinned and looked toward the out of place woman who had taken up residence in Marcel's former seat.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:22:32 PM)
((If you're real good at noticing that sort of stuff... Her suit Jacket does only a half decent job of concealing something big in a shoulder holster))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:22:41 PM)
((at least moderately good))

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:23:39 PM)
*He nods in agreement with Josh* And the best of it is, it's true as well. *His eyes follow Josh's to the amazon* Ah, I see Ms. Gray has decided to join us here... In a manner of speaking.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:25:35 PM)
*Josh smiled a bit* inspired by Bridget Nealson before she got cracked out and hung on Flavor Flave I suspect.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:26:01 PM)
*Glances at 'Ms. Gray', and turns silent and stll for a moment. She seems to zone out.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:26:43 PM)
I find Ms. Gray a lot more useful than Ms. Nealson would ever be, I believe.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:27:34 PM)
Well..*snaps out of it and rolls her shoulders* Unless she can cook me something, I need to get going and find something to eat. *she turns topick upthe bag on the stool, nd hauls it over her shoulder.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:28:06 PM)
((Speaking of cooking... I do have to head out for some minutes to grab some dinner))

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:28:35 PM)
Well am not sure you might have to ask Sly about all that *he answered Marcel then looked over at Tasha* See you later Tasha and make it a point to look me up I think I owe you.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:30:25 PM)
Well tha's good to know. *she finds a stick of cigarette in the bag, and puts it in her mouth to be ready when she steps out. A final glance is cast towards Marcel.* Was a pleasure to meet you. And good luck with settling in.

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:30:25 PM)
Though I think I should probably take my leave also *he slid from the stool then and stood.*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:31:12 PM)
*Isn't sure who Sly is, but he says* Tasha... I do not think Ms. gray had any dinner yet either. Perhaps you two could go get something?

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:32:23 PM)
On me, of course.

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:32:41 PM)
*She smirks* For you and her? Sorry, when I said I do deliveries, I didn't mean it like THAT. But hmm.maybe I shoudl think about it. In any case i need to run now.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:33:15 PM)
You misunderstood me. *He chuckles* But I will see you later, then.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:33:43 PM)
And Josh, it was a pleasure. I will make sure the next time we meet, it is somewhere more pleasant.

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:34:24 PM)
((But I gotta jet now))

Josh Perdrew (Sep 21, 2011 4:34:25 PM)
Pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Powell *he dipped his head and headed out the door as the player sets a record for head use*

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:34:31 PM)
((Laters))

Tasha Ribakov (Sep 21, 2011 4:34:32 PM)
*Gives a circular wave to the two, and then turns towards the exit* (thanks for the RP!)

Marcel Powell (Sep 21, 2011 4:34:40 PM)
((My pleasure))

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