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Tweak says, "i haz a bukket!"

Teritus "Wesley Drakon" Venizelos (tattooed_skin) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-09-22 12:14:00

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cat, wes

Week Eighteen: Friday
Who: Cat, and Wes
Where: The Pit
What: Wes' dream has come true! Vegas has come to the island.
When: Friday night

With his hand tucked in her own, Wes gentlemanly lead the way down to "The Pit". It was hard not to look around, and soak in all the changes that had occurred while the place was closed. It seemed to be more rock oriented, and a little less Goth. It had been great before, but he could certainly see the possibilities of the new change. Plus, there was a fucking strip joint in the place now. How could you beat that? It was as if a part of Vegas had come to the island, and he was happier than fuck about it. Strip clubs were great, and amazingly, they helped keep him in line. Strippers would dance for you, tease you, get you all worked up for the right amount of tipping, but that was it. They wouldn't touch you, they'd have nothing to do with you outside of the gig. So, that meant you had to go home, and relief all that tension with the Mrs. Really, strip clubs were a great thing. Especially if you could get your significant other to come along with you. Now that was a turn on.

"Let's grab some drinks." He yelled over the crowd. The place was packed, not surprising. But between the dj, and all the people occupying the space, holding their own conversations, it was difficult to hear. Wes weaved his way through the crowd, pushing people to the side, so that Cat wouldn't have to bump as many shoulders, before finally finding them a spot at the expansion of the bar. His eyes moved up, and down the thing, seeking out a certain bartender. "Viv!" He yelled, waving his hand to get her attention. The girl was in a hustle, but she nodded, letting him know that they were indeed next to recieve her service. "You've never met Viv, have you?" He asked, turning to look at Cat. "She's the one who usually makes our drinks when we come here. Good kid." When she finally did approach, he gave her a glancing over, "J let's you out of the castle dressed like that?" He said, teasing the girl. When Vivian merely rolled her eyes, he went on. "Cat, this is Viv, Viv, Cat. I'll take a usual, and the lady will have whatever she likes." He pulled his wallet free from the back pocket of his jeans, taking out a credit card, and instructing her to just start up a tab for him.

Vivian introduced herself to Cat, shaking the woman's hand, before moving to get their order ready. Upon returning with the two drinks in hand, she leaned forward across the bar, showing off the pretty ring that Jaida had left for her that morning. Though she didn't say so much as to what it meant, she hinted heavily with a rather straight face what it signified. "Ha ha, very funny. I'm banning you both from the shop." Dull eyes rolled behind dark sunglasses, taking his drink, and offering Cat her own. "You think I'm joking?" He was joking, but honestly, the two were ganging up on him now, and that was not cool. Yeah, the little plan was cute, but he didn't fall for it. At least, he wasn't so quickly going to buy what they were now claiming. Together, yeah, he could buy that. Engaged? Ha, whatever ladies. "Tell you what, never mind the banning stuff. You, and J could have the wedding at the shop." Surly that would throw them off, if he started playing along. He hadn't however, counted on Viv saying they should make it a double wedding.

"Changed my mind, you two are banned. Be sure you tell J." Giving his head a little shake, he looked to Cat once more, "Ready to head over to the sin den?" Whether the strip club area had a name or not, he didn't know. But, that's what he would now be calling it. After all, some people tended to do nasty things in those places.

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bearyourteeth
2008-09-22 09:25 pm UTC (link)

The moment she'd heard about the remodel going on involving a strip club, Cat had known it would peak Wes' interest. So it wasn't burlesque, but it was the next best thing, right? The music would be crappier, sure, and dancing wasn't actually a talent requirement, but she was pretty sure men would settle for a naked chick, in any form, over none at all. She didn't really mind strip clubs all that much, in fact they could be an interesting date location. When Wes had teased her about going with him, she'd more than happily agreed. Women had all the power in those places and it was a delicious feeling. So maybe she'd buy him a lap dance from the hottest dancer working, if he was lucky maybe she'd give him one of her own. The evening was bound to be loads of fun, not that her time spent with Wes was anything but.

She still had an hour before she had to meet Wes, which probably meant it was time to consult the wardrobe. Her hair was done for the evening, blown out around her shoulders in a soft wave that frames her face and she'd made sure to get her make-up done in time to let it set as well. Lips glossed in a nearly nude pink shade, she'd made sure to smoke up her eyes for maximum effect - had to give those strippers a run for their money after all. That of course meant that her outfit had to be just as hot to keep pace with the rest of her. Luckily, that was challenge Cat was sure she had just the right thing for. She rifled through the back of her closet hunting for the exact dress she had in mind, one she'd bought over break while Wes was gone and tucked away for an occasion when she really wanted to knock his socks off. Tonight seemed like the perfect chance for such an outfit.

By the time she'd pulled on her dress for the evening, she was a few minutes late to meet Wes. Thankfully, it seemed her choice for the evening ensured all was forgiven - after all, neither one could keep their hands to themselves on the way to the club. The place was packed already by the time they got there, no surprise really since everyone probably wanted to check things out, and Cat more than happily let him take the lead through the crowd. He suggested drinks first and she nodded, knowing she'd have to shout to be heard over everything - it was much easier just to nod and follow him towards the bar. It was quieter over there, just enough so that people could order their drinks or flag down the bartenders like Wes managed to. Viv looked familiar, though Cat had never actually met the girl. "Nice to meet you," she flashed a warm smile as introductions were made - there were certain students she knew Wes had taken a liking too and she remembered Vivian being one of them.

"Tequila sunrise." Her drink of choice, after all - tonight was definitely not a beer night. The banter between Viv and Wes might not have made complete sense to her, but the exchange between the two was amusing nonetheless, a light smile on her lips as she took her drink from Wes. "It was nice to meet you, Vivian," as lovely as the young bartender seemed to be, as entertaining her company, she had work to do....and they definitely had some fun ahead. "Let's go," she turned her attention to Wes, sliding her hand back into his so he could lead the way down into the 'sin den.'

They managed to find a little half-booth not far from the stage and Cat opted to slide in beside him instead of taking a seat at a stool across the table. "Now let's see," she glanced around with a wicked grin, "which one of these girls is hot enough to give you a lapdance?"

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tattooed_skin
2008-09-23 03:01 pm UTC (link)

There was no doubt that he would have remembered that dress had he seen it before. The fact that he hadn't been able to look away from it the first ten minutes they were around one another was evidence enough of that. Wes had never been shy about admiring someones outfit, or figure. It was a bad habit, he knew. It was in his nature though, and really, if looking was all that he did, it wasn't too bad, right? When Cat was around, he didn't have reason to look else where, she was always going to be the most striking. In truth, he couldn't recall a time that she hadn't impressed him with a look. The simply didn't make women like her anymore, which was a damn shame. You couldn't beat that figure. He didn't understand all the overly skinny girls running around, they all looked as if they needed to desperately eat something.

There were a handful of kids he'd gotten to know, and liked now. The ones he would pretty much do anything for. It was safe to say he had a soft spot for young people. Especially those away from home, without a parental influence. He knew what that was like, and wanted to provide a bit of guidance if he could. Yet, his relationships with his own children were strained. Seemed to always be the way things were. Of course, there was more on the line with them, the little things had so much more of an effect. He could do something to upset them, or piss them off, and they would hold a grudge for the time. That wasn't an issue with the other kids.

Wes wasn't about to explain it to her, not unless she asked of course. That conversation would likely be slightly embarrassing. Being harassed by students was embarrassing enough, but even more so on the subject of marriage. Maybe he shouldn't have told them that he'd never been married before. It seemed ever since they'd been giving him shit about it. That didn't mean he didn't give as much back as they gave. They all enjoyed the hassle.

Lifting his beer to his lips, his eyes moved around the dance area, as they made their way to the booth. It was better than the low class joints in Vegas, but nothing compared to some of the great strip clubs. It would do for the island. He was actually impressed that some of the girls could dance, he had been expecting them to slip, and trip around the poles. He placed his beer down on the little table before them, his arm moving up to rest on the back of the booth behind her. Her question was a surprise, which was evident by the raise of his brow. "You're not going to do it?" He asked, leaning over to brush a kiss against her cheek. "You know what I like, I'll trust you to pick."