Charlie McGee (charliemcgee) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-01-04 13:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie mcgee, exar kun |
Who: Charlie McGee and Exar Kun
What: The firestarter and the Sith Lord finally meet face to face.
When: January 3, 2005 - 8PM
Where: Witching Hour
Rating: TBD (But given the source? Probably high)
Status: In Progress
Charlie had to admit, as far as S&M clubs went, this one wasn't half bad. Which was probably why she'd been fine with agreeing to meet Exar Kun here, considering it was a place she'd been to before and it had a nice mixture of both the sadism and the masochism. Of course, for it to be true S&M, there had to be an equal mixture of both sides of that coin, but that didn't mean all places followed that general rule of thumb.
Not that Charlie was an expert in the field. However, she did have a... passing interest and had dated her fair share of guys who had wanted nothing more than to make the little firestarter scream. Rarely, if ever, did it get to that. She was pleased to admit she had a pretty high tolerance for pain; but there was something about the entire choice of lifestyle - not just those who wanted to slap you around while in the bedroom, but those who actually lived for that side of human sexual nature - that intrigued her.
So, she'd been to a few clubs over the past few years. The Witching Hour had been one she'd come to within the first week or so of arriving in Los Angeles and it was mostly her work schedule that had prevented her from coming back.
Well that, and the fact that one of the men who worked the door had recognized her and taken a little too much of an interest.
She'd dealt with him on her own time, though, and had no qualms with coming back to the club now. Especially when it came to meeting Exar Kun. Truth be told, Charlie probably would have risked running into that bouncer (if she hadn't already made him a permanent resident of the burn ward, that is) if it meant getting to indulge in her curiosity of the ancient Sith Lord.
Tipping her head at the new guy working the door who, fortunately for him didn't seem to recognize her from the news clippings of her as a young girl, the blonde made her way further into the club. The muffled screams and sounds of whips were almost passé, really, but they did add to the atmosphere as she gazed through the slightly smokey room in search of the man she was here to meet. She'd read the file that the firm had on Exar Kun. She'd read the report that Padmé Amidala (sorry, now Skywalker since the woman seemed to have decided her formal title was no longer required) had written about him. All that was left was for Charlie to actually meet him, face to face, and see what all the fuss was about.