Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:11:09 PM)
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Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:11:29 PM)
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Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:11:38 PM)
[set the scene]

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:15:47 PM)
The club wasn't the classiest in the city, but it was far from the scummiest, being rather well situated in a part of town near Tulane University. It was a cozy little hole in the wall behind a hotel, keeping random people from the street from just wandering in, though drawing enough clientelle from the hotel to make up for it. Dimly lit all around except for the red glow of light above the catwalk where dancers performed, a bar to one side near the DJ booth and stools lined up along the length of the catwalk on both sides.

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:18:39 PM)
[okay, I totally suck at setting a scene, lol]

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:19:25 PM)
[*Has never actually been into a gentlemen's club*]

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:21:00 PM)
[Thats too bad, they can be fun.] *The man of gristle stepped in with thick smokey aviators and a beanie over top his high and tight hair cut, blonde fuzz on his face, a toothpick in his teeth, something to deal with his nerves as he idly shifted it from side to side, toying with it with his tongue. He wore a black pocket T, dark blue jeans and thick boots. He stood around at the entrance for a moment, unsure of himself, breathing deep before making his way over to the bar* "Whiskey on rocks."

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:25:21 PM)
Seven was up on stage, dancing to some Space Cowboy with a mischeivous grin playing at her lips despite her rather average skill, seeming to thoroughly enjoy the gyrating and teasing manner of her performance. Her ink drew more attention than her face, the roundness of her figure less repulsive than suggesting a woman who wasn't afraid to enjoy a good meal.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:30:46 PM)
*Lou glanced up at the stage, looking over Seven a moment with complex thoughts, before swallowing and turning back into his drink, he snapped his toothpick in half and tossed it away*

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:31:16 PM)
[12/05/10 21:21:54 Seven rolls 5 dice vs. diff of 6 to performance: 1, 6, 7, 2, 10 : 2 successes duh, forgot to post that part, lol]

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:33:06 PM)
[[okay, on this one, you have to take my word that I'm taking it in consideration and its effecting him, even if hes devoid of reaction or distracted by something else...I promise.]]

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:34:48 PM)
She rolls her eyes as the song comes to an end and the DJ announces her, snagging up her tips quickly before the next girl came out. She disappears back stage briefly, then was out amongst the crowd to mingle, looking for those who looked like they could be a good mark.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:41:14 PM)
*Lou glances at the next dancer before dismissing her, he looks over at Seven a moment, sipping his drink and gritting his teeth as he masochisticly enjoyed the burn. He toyed with the rim of his glass before looking back at it with a sigh*

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:42:57 PM)
She sidles up next to Lou, giving him a cocky-cute grin as she winks. "Hey, soldier, you look lonely."

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:45:55 PM)
"Yeah, you could say that..." *he takes a breath and sips his whiskey with a wince before looking her over* "Whats your name?"

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:49:25 PM)
"Seven." She bites her lip, looking him up and down as she jiggles a little, reaching out a hand to give his arm a squeeze. "How bout you, soldier?" What she lacks in looks and outright charm she more than makes up for with her playful crooning.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:52:09 PM)
*he smirks* "Seven?... My name is Lou." *he let her grab ahold of his arm as he took another drink* "What are you drinking Seven?"

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 9:54:03 PM)
She cants her head to the side, regarding him with a sly grin. "Vodka, straight up." Which probably wasn't surprising, given her first-generation-in-America Russian accent.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 9:58:13 PM)
*he nodded to the bartender and started a tab* "So, I'll go ahead and guess that you aren't from NOLA, where's home for you?"

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:01:39 PM)
"Home? Baltimore." She shrugs a little, taking up the drink when it was brought to her, smiling. "Not a bad place."

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:04:40 PM)
"Baltimore, never been there... heard it sucks though." *he offered to clink glasses with her* "To new beginnings."

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:07:31 PM)
"Da. New beginnings!" She chuckles and tosses back the shot like an old pro.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:10:28 PM)
*he took another large swig, finishing off his glass of overpriced alcohol before tapping on his* "Yeah, one more but with coke this time..." *he glanced at Seven and then back at the BT* "and another whatever." *he groaned a moment before looking at the tattooed pole-artist to his right*

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:14:18 PM)
She puts her shotglass back on the bar, winking to the tender with a crooked grin. "You like what you see, soldier?" She brushes up against him, quirking a brow. "I can dance just for you."

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:17:50 PM)
*he frowned and swallowed* "I need to apologize for leading you on, another time and place I'd be thrilled, your a real looker..." *he takes a deep breath* "I... I just am not sure I'm ready for this yet."

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:20:41 PM)
She laughs, her lips twitching into a smile. "Ready for this? That's charming. I don't bite, unless you like that sort of thing." She wrinkles her nose cutely.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:21:42 PM)
*he was struggling through a moment, lingering in indecision before breaking it* "...I'm married."

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:25:16 PM)
She laughs and looks around them. "I'm not asking to have your babies, soldier. Just a little -fun-." She purses her lips in amusement. She clicks her tongue jewelry against her teeth and grins. "Nothing wrong with being adventurous, I aint tellin."

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:30:26 PM)
*he grits his teeth before taking a drink, stressing under the pressure of his decision* "...it would be betraying my wife." *he looks down and finishes his drink*

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:33:24 PM)
She takes that second shot and holds it up to him. "To loyalty, da?"

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:37:03 PM)
*he takes a deep breath and looks to her respectfully and nods* "Da."

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:38:47 PM)
She clinks his glass then tosses back the shot, slamming the shotglass back to the bartop. "Ahhh... Now I wonder why you came in, soldier, for a trial of fire?"

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:39:40 PM)
*he shrugs* "Maybe something like that."

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:43:14 PM)
"Mmm. Fire is not so gentle a mistress." She traces a finger over the ink wrapping over a hip. "You smoke?" She clicks her jewelry on her teeth as she checks him over again.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:46:02 PM)
"True though..." *he smirked* "Yeah, you got any?"

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:47:28 PM)
She nods, pulling a pack of cloves from her cleavage, flipping open the lid and offering him first choice. "Always."

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:50:30 PM)
*he turned his nose up at the cloves* "...ugh, no thanks, I'll be right back I'll just go buy a pack from the machine" *he got up and excused himself for a moment*

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:53:22 PM)
*coming back while smacking a pack of Malboro's he pops one out and quickly lights it* [perception+alertness pleeeze]

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:53:45 PM)
She chuckles and tucks a clove between her lips and deposits the pack where it came from. With a murmur and a snap, she lights the smoke, not seeming to care she was being observed.

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:54:20 PM)
[12/05/10 22:54:04 Seven rolls 6 dice vs. diff of 6 to alert: 4, 9, 9, 9, 2, 4 : 3 successes

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:55:15 PM)
[[Lou doesn't have a lighter]]

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:55:41 PM)
[[a flame sparked at his finger, a parlor trick]]

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 10:56:08 PM)
"Hey, soldier. That's a neat trick." She winks.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 10:59:13 PM)
*he smirked and looked up after taking a drag* "Yeah... I get that... its an old trick I used with the afghani kids... little peice of flint under my nail... no biggie"

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 11:00:53 PM)
"Awww, you aren't supposed to ruin the magic by telling the secret!" She pouts, puffing on her clove with mock petulance.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 11:05:25 PM)
"Look, your a sweet girl, and I'm glad I met you, but it was a mistake coming in here... maybe I'll see you around sometime..." *he moved to the bar to pay off his tab*

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 11:07:42 PM)
She laughs and winks to him. "You ever want to have fun, come back, hey soldier?" She puts out her half smoked clove on her tongue and pulls out the pack to slip it away again.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 11:10:41 PM)
*he smiled sheepishly* "Yeah... maybe... we'll see." *he made his way for the door*

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 11:11:59 PM)
She watches him head out, grinning, before she goes back to mingling. Girl has to make money somehow.

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 11:12:30 PM)
[[mmm interesting, the plot thickens and Lou and Seven have met now.]]

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 11:12:45 PM)
[Thanks, was amusing!]

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 11:13:03 PM)
[[I had fun too, we'll have to have part 2 sometime soon.]]

Seven (Dec 5, 2010 11:13:25 PM)
[sounds good]

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 11:13:38 PM)
[[in the mean time]]

Randall (Lou) Price (Dec 5, 2010 11:13:42 PM)
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Seven (Dec 5, 2010 11:14:12 PM)
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