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Tiffany Maddock (saturday_night) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-03-24 15:43:00

Tilda and Connor.
Who: Tilda and Connor
What: The pair get sloshed.
Where: Steak and Legs
When: Saturday night
Rating: Mature
Open? To Connor

“I don’t care if you have to get up there and do a few rounds on the pole yourself” Tilda yelled at her brother as she stormed away from the strippers’ change room, “Just sort it out, you bloody imbecile” the problem with Leoben was that he was always trying to be everyone’s best friend, a probably that usually landed him in trouble. On that particular night, her brother had promised various dancers that they could leave early and now thanks to his brilliant time-management skills, Steak and Legs currently had no dancers on the floor. They’d all gone home early. She had two options; she could continue to seethe about her twin’s idiocy, or she could forget about it and knock-off early herself.

She opted for the second option. Walking into the main area of the establishment, Tilda made her way towards the bar, pushing her way through the crowd that had been dwindling ever since the clock had struck one AM. Reaching over the bar counter top, Tilda reached for a bottle of Johnny walker. Pouring herself a glass, before taking a mouthful from the bottle; one for the road. Picking up the glass, she turned and set her sights on the nearest vacant seat - dropping herself in the chair, before starting on the glass of Whiskey.

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ties_that_bind
2008-03-24 06:12 am UTC (link)

Well, Connor, aka Jason, to those he didn't actually know, or his working name, was bored. He was awake, thirsty and just wanting to get out. He rarely, if ever, frequented a strip club, tittie bar or gentleman's club, which ever this one was classified as. But for tonight, he would throw it aside and decide to venture out of his vacuum clad life and find something constructive to do, like maybe get a blow job. He wasn't happy that his sister worked at the place, in fact, as he sat there drinking, heavily, he was trying his damndest not to think about that fact. Casually dressed, for Connor anyway, a long sleeved white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up on the sinewy forearms. A pair of jeans, worn and faded, steel toed boots, shaggy hair over the blazed blue eyes, always void of emotions, until he felt it was the right time and place to show them, a cigarette between fingers, pad of thumb caught between teeth, free hand was twisting the empty tumbler around in circles as he seemed deep in thought....

That is until the doxie plopped down next to him, causing a brow to arch in curious gesture, sniffing slightly as he turned to look at her. Eyes slowly grazed over the child like features, though she seemed to have the body of woman. Interesting indeed. Head cocked to the side, removing thumb from lips, replacing it with the butt of his cigarette, only left to blow out smoke rings, motioning for another glass of the amber liquor.

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saturday_night
2008-03-24 06:34 am UTC (link)

She had priorities. First priority; take a sip of her drink. Next priority; check out who she was sitting next to. She’d taking the first sip and it was time to determine weather or not she would need to relocate. Turning her head to the side, she took a fleeting look at the person beside her. Tilda was very experienced at fleeting glances: in a situation such as this, it was important not to seem interested, especially before one had determined the value of the stranger in question. Naturally it was a male - while females did frequent the venue, they typically didn’t stick around this late - and he wasn’t half bad looking, in a seedy kind of way. She turned her attention back to her drink, raising the glass and taking another drink, mentally debating over if she should start a conversation or not.

Eventually, her boredom got the better of her, “You got another one of those?” she asked, motioning to the stranger’s cigarette.

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ties_that_bind
2008-03-24 06:45 am UTC (link)

"Bang on, lass." He pushed over his pack of Camel's, reaching for his zippo. Once she took one, he'd be nice enough to light it for her, a quick wrist motion and the top snapped shut, the lighter placed perfectly center on the pack, a nod to the tender as a stout was placed infront of him, with a shot of Dewar's. It wasn't Guiness, but it'll due. "An' what' is a beor like yeh doin in here?" Cockney English was always at its best with Connor, a slow rambling look at the girl once more, though dismissed as quickly as he looked at her. Picking up the shot, he downed it with ease, much like water, turning the glass upside down, starting his usual pyramid of glasses.

A ndrink of the ale taken, a slight sniff as he glanced back to her. Attractive enough, her lips suggested she could suck start a Harley, so that intersted him at the moment.

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saturday_night
2008-03-24 07:01 am UTC (link)

“Thanks” She pulled one of the cigarettes from the packet, holding it out for him to light - she preferred Dunhills, but camels weren’t half bad. Once he’d swiftly lit her cigarette, she raised it to her lips, before taking the first, slow drag. Turning to him, she pondered his question, trying to decide if she should tell him she owned the venue or just worked their. Shrugging nonchalantly, she rested the cigarette between her fingers as she took another sip of her Whiskey, “I work here” she replied vaguely.

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