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