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Jordan had made himself quite comfortable, propping a foot up in a chair near him. He smiled at the waitress that brought him his drink back, two menu's and an ash tray. Of course one menu was to order the risque food served in the bar. The other, well the good doctor perused over the pictures of the ladies.
It was then that a certain familiar song came on. It was one that always stirred images in his mind of erotica, got his heart to beating a little faster, the blood pooling slowly in his groin. The song was cruel to him indeed.
Putting the menu down he flicked his gaze to the stage. The girl wasn't butchering the song either. His cig made it's way to his lips, taking a long drag he slowly let the smoke slip from his lungs. Watching her through the steady stream of light smoke from his own lips, he smirked. She was pretty, and seemed to be a higher beast of prostitution compared to the other girls.
The image of Dr. Muraki and Tsuzuki made him lick his lips and shift a little in his chair. His gaze stayed steady on the girl dancing. Taking a sip of his drink he watched her walk off the stage as here number ended. Motioning to one of the girls as she got through giving a rather stressed lap-dance, he pulled out a wad of cash. Growling and pushing her ass away from his groin, he flipped out a hundred dollar bill. "Get me the Cruel one." Jordan smirked and stuffed the bill in her underwear, giving her a gentle tap on the ass.
Leaning back in his chair he settled again. Putting his smoke out he pulled another from the pack. His lighter flickered in the dark of the club. He didn't pay any attention to the girl on stage now, she was nothing. His mind played the song over and over again in his mind, the images from the AMV and from the girl's dance flickering behind his eye lids.
It wasn't that he wanted the woman. No. It was that he wanted to know her drive, the meaning of the song to her. He smiled, taking another long draft as he waited. Flipping to her page in the menu, he read over the few stats that they gave on her. Rolling his eyes he closed it, blowing the smoke out before downing what was in his glass. He hadn't bothered putting his money back. He would let it be known that anything with him would be well worth their while.
It was then that a certain familiar song came on. It was one that always stirred images in his mind of erotica, got his heart to beating a little faster, the blood pooling slowly in his groin. The song was cruel to him indeed.
Putting the menu down he flicked his gaze to the stage. The girl wasn't butchering the song either. His cig made it's way to his lips, taking a long drag he slowly let the smoke slip from his lungs. Watching her through the steady stream of light smoke from his own lips, he smirked. She was pretty, and seemed to be a higher beast of prostitution compared to the other girls.
The image of Dr. Muraki and Tsuzuki made him lick his lips and shift a little in his chair. His gaze stayed steady on the girl dancing. Taking a sip of his drink he watched her walk off the stage as here number ended. Motioning to one of the girls as she got through giving a rather stressed lap-dance, he pulled out a wad of cash. Growling and pushing her ass away from his groin, he flipped out a hundred dollar bill. "Get me the Cruel one." Jordan smirked and stuffed the bill in her underwear, giving her a gentle tap on the ass.
Leaning back in his chair he settled again. Putting his smoke out he pulled another from the pack. His lighter flickered in the dark of the club. He didn't pay any attention to the girl on stage now, she was nothing. His mind played the song over and over again in his mind, the images from the AMV and from the girl's dance flickering behind his eye lids.
It wasn't that he wanted the woman. No. It was that he wanted to know her drive, the meaning of the song to her. He smiled, taking another long draft as he waited. Flipping to her page in the menu, he read over the few stats that they gave on her. Rolling his eyes he closed it, blowing the smoke out before downing what was in his glass. He hadn't bothered putting his money back. He would let it be known that anything with him would be well worth their while.