Devil's Tower

Who: Reina & Dahlia
What:An idea is brought to the table
When: Friday Morning
Where: Reina's Office
Rating: PG-ish

A storm that had been raging inside the petite raven-haired woman had finally been quieted with a large dose of alcohol, laughter, sex and some tears. Overall it had been something that she had been needed to do for a while, because although Reina ran the cat house, she seldom found time for herself to just let loose and be unworried about what anyone thought. Thus why her little getaway out into the nether regions where she had been pleasantly interrupted had been so perfect. Likely it wouldn't be a repeated performance. Mostly as it seldom was with Reina, but nonetheless it had been nice trip away from reality.

Sitting at her desk, Reina had just begun to pour over the piles of paper that had awaited her return. Oddly she was skipping through them at a fairly fast pace. What a wonder a few days away could make. She was studying one document on the amount of work a certain patron had indebted himself for and thinking of all the repairs she would like to make, when she heard a rap at the door. Looking up she called out, "Come in" and put on her best welcoming smile, having no idea who it might be and what they might want of her this morning.

Who: Reina & Poe
What: A little chat about a certain Farm Leader
Where: Poe's room at the Palace
When: Friday afternoon, before Poe's scheduled performance
Rating: PG-ish

It had been a hard month, but honestly the beginning of the week had been a much needed break from reality for the Matron of the Palace and as such she had found herself refreshed and ready to put her mind back on the matters that surrounded her, as they had strayed recently. What had concerned her last week had been packed into an appropriate box and been pushed into a dark corner of her closet. Likely doing that to the memory of a dear friend wouldn't be considered 'healthy' by any mental health expert, but it was the only way that Reina could deal with it and still maintain the attitude that she had to keep in order to rule the Palace.

After the throbbing headache that had followed her home from her little bender had dissipated, she had found herself hearing rumours circulating in quiet whispers inside the Palace and outside the hallowed walls as well. When it came to friends and employees though, Reina was always direct mostly because with the nature of their business not every rumour could actually be considered close to fact.

Walking into Poe's room, she found it empty, but as the raven haired beauty was scheduled to perform in less than an hour, Reina took a seat and waited. She needed an answer.

Who: Reina & Sentinel
What: Blowing off some steam
Where: Out in an old house in the woods
When: Late Sunday Evening
Rating: R for Reina

Reina's head had been cloudy all week as she had tried to hold it together for the tribe, her business, her staff and friends - hell for herself. The fact Prissy had died twenty steps from her house, during broad daylight was just something Reina couldn't even begin to comprehend. The last two weeks had been more painful than any she had remembered in the not so distant past. Mostly because she just couldn't come to terms anyone had dared to attack one of her own. And some drifter at that. It just didn't make any sense. But Jax had found him and she trusted Jax and so it had to be true, but that didn't help the stabbing pain in her chest. The atrocious manner in which Prissy's killer had died at the hands of the women of the Palace hadn't helped either. Nothing had, so now two weeks later when most of the tribe had forgotten Reina had quietly excused herself from the Palace saying she was taking a few days to relax.

Years ago when she had scouted the territory for Jax, Reina had found an old abandoned house buried deep in the wood. To be honest it was a ruin, and wasn't at all fit for inhabitation, but it was secluded and she doubted anyone would venture near it. So after some consideration Reina had packed her old knapsack and packed one of the tribe horses with some food and liquor and had taken off toward it. To be fair, it had been years, but that hadn't stopped the string of curses that had been expelled from Reina's mouth as she had spent the better part of the day just trying to find the damn house that she had been looking for.

When she had walked in the door, it had actually been worse than she had remembered, likely because the front door had actually fallen off it's hinges when she had opened it. After looking around the house though she had found a room in the back of the house that had a fireplace, a wooden floor that wasn't rotten, doors that would actually separate her from the rest of the house and not rodent infiltrated furniture.... likely because at one point it had been the dining room and all that remained was an oak dining table and one chair. God only knows when the other nine had gone that had likely belonged to this large but modest table.

After pushing the two pieces of furniture to one side of the room to block one of the doors, she had gone out and found kindling for a fire. She would need to get more if she wanted to stay another night, but at this point she wasn't sure she would. Having lit the hearth, a small fire brightened the room as the darkness of the night settled over the old house in the forest.

Two hours later found Reina rip roaring drunk singing Drunken Lullabies at the top of her lungs to no one but the fire that burned in front of her.

Who: Rumor, Reina, Poe, Cherry & Mustang
What: Revenge
Where: Basement of the Palace
When: Midday Sunday
Rating: R for Violence & Swearing

( Even your death won't come close to making up for hers, but it will as sure as hell make me feel better. At least for a moment. )

Who: Prissy and Jinx; Jax and Reina
What: Prissy's in the wrong place at the wrong time
When: Late afternoon?
Where: Jackals' storage shed; Reina's office
Rating: PG-13ish for violence and language
Status: In progress

( Soap run )

Who: Mustang and open
When: Night Monday week 16
Where: In the Palace
What: Making her fine ass known
Rating: TBD

Mustang stalked around the palace, her heels clacking on the floor as she moved. She eyed the place with barely concealed contempt. She'd known that they'd left Haven, because it was best for the Tribe, but she was considering the wisdom of even sticking with the Jackals. Jax was a good leader and not to bad of a ride, but he wasn't proving easy to to twist, and with so many other Tribal leaders in this new area, there might be better pastures to play on, as long as she could get herself there without getting killed.

But there was always the chance she could screw Jax or someone who had his ear and get herself further up the chain than dancing or tomming her way through her life here. She had no huge problem with the work, but it was still work and she preferred to just not do that.

Week Thirteen
Who: Reina (Open to anyone)
What: Pleasure reading and enjoying nature
When: Sunday around noon
Where: Along the Belle Fourche
Rating: TBD

Sundays were free days for all of the girls at the Palace. Whatever they wanted to do with their time was their business, and Reina enjoyed the time to get out herself for some time away from all the estrogen. Today she had slept in until 11, got up, hopped in the shower, and slipped into a cotton dress. She strolled down to the kitchen and packed a small lunch. She slipped the food along with her favorite novel into her purse and set out for a secluded little nook on the river. She went there almost every Sunday for a little quiet. As much as she loved talking and hanging out with her girls, she needed a little time to herself.

She stepped out of the door and set off down the street. It was about a 30 minute walk to the river, and another 5 to scramble through the brush to her perfect hideaway. She walked down the street contentedly breathing in the free air. She got to the river and set off through the brush to get to her spot. After scrambling through, she settled down against a large rock and opened her bag. She took out a sandwich and the book, Her Montana Man, a romance novel. She leaned her back against the rock, opened the book and bit into the sandwich as she began immersing herself in the book. How she loved her cowboys…