Who: Grace & Kenny What: Grace is coming to get some free drinks. When: Saturday night [Backdated to around when she first arrived!] Where: The Den Rating: Mediumish for language, ftb, and talks of violence.
Grace would normally have questioned the idea of free anything, knowing nothing ever came for free. But with it being drinks, she just didn’t really care if it did have some strings attached or that they might kill her. Grace just didn’t care anymore since what was the point of going on when Karma was dead. If the drinks killed her, then it was a decent way to go out. The only better way was while having sex or in a huge crash with her car. Not having done a huge shopping only a minor one. She came in wearing short shorts and a different tank top than the one she showed up in. Probably should have a jacket, but she didn’t buy one though she knew she’d need to next stop at the store.
Entering the den, her eyes glanced over the people on stage. Definitely not a bad view and probably would be here more, especially depending on the drinks and this Kenny dude. Sitting down at the bar, she nodded, waiting to see if she noticed the guy that she had been talking to on the net. Grace figured he’d be the one to talk to to claim her free drinks, but she still ordered herself a whiskey while waiting to locate the man.
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Unlike Grace, Kenny had no problems accepting free drinks or really, anything that was free. Even if they were poisoned and killed him, he still didn't care. It certainly wouldn't be the first time it's happened, although the last time had been awhile. Possibly before he ever arrived in Madison Valley.
He was working in his office but was starting to get bored of the paperwork. He was also getting thirsty, so he decided to head to the bar to grab a drink. He spotted the hot chick he'd spoken to on the network yesterday. "Hey. I see you're getting your free drink," he greeted as he ordered his own.
— At the sight of the guy from the network, she gave a small nod to him. “Hey, and I told you I would be,” she said before taking a sip of her whiskey, setting the glass back down. “Figured I might as well take advantage of the whole newcomer discount and had to make sure I cashed it in before you went and tried to change your mind,” she said, resting her arms on the counter. “And I get to enjoy a show of tits and cocks so I’d say it works out in my favor.” Grace leaned back in her chair for a moment before holding out her hand, “I’m Grace, nice to meet you.”
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"Yeah, I usually put a time limit on that. You're not really a newcomer anymore if you've been here for a month or so." By then, one couldn't exactly call it a newcomer discount. Though Kenny wasn't exactly one for rules and he might still have given her the free drink even if she had came much later. Maybe.
"A show of awesome tits is definitely my favourite part of this job." He didn't mind the cocks but it wasn't his thing. He had tried it before as a teenager, out of sheer curiosity. Sex with another dude was alright but he definitely preferred women. "Kenny," he replied, shaking her hand.
— “Is that so?” Grace asked with a slight raise of one eyebrows, looking at him with a hint of a smirk. “Even with my winning personality? You would put a time limit on that,” she teased, knowing her personality was not one many could handle, especially when she was in one of her moods. There was a reason Arthur found her sometimes difficult to deal with and having to be the voice of reason because she was a kick ass first, then ask questions after. Still, she could be charming when need be, especially if she way tricking people. Though right now she was only having a little fun and not trying to kill someone. Still, she was great at winning men over and sometimes females when she needed to or when she was willing to play nice.
“It’s one of the few fun parts when stopping for the night with the races. The insane parts with all the sex, alcohol, and naked people. Though most of the men could stand to leave their clothes on at those things,” she made a face, thinking of the clown and his tiny dick then again he wasn’t around anymore due to losing the first round of the race. Still, it was an image she did not need to see ever in her life. “So is that why you have this place? For the free show of tits?” She teased, taking a sip of the drink in front of her. —
There wasn't many people Kenny couldn't handle. If he could handle being friends with Cartman most of the time, he felt like he could handle anyone. Granted, they hadn't been as close before Kenny was brought to Madison Valley but still. They managed to be friends for quite awhile. "Yep, no matter how hot you are," he replied with a smirk of his own and a slight shrug.
He snorted. "They must've had some pretty tiny dicks." Or their bodies were just not very attractive. Luckily for Kenny, he didn't have to worry about that. "Well, a part of it. The original owner got sent home and since I didn't want the place to close down or anything, I ended up taking over." But the free show of tits was definitely a bonus.
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Grace faked a shocked expression then allowed it to turn to hurt. “And here I thought being hot got you everywhere in life,” she joked, shaking her head before taking another sip of her drink finishing it. “Can I get another?” She asked, leaning slightly forward before returning to what she had been saying. Grace knew her looks had gotten her semi-far in life, which sometimes was needed with the world she came from, but also her attitude and the fact she had no problem throwing a punch. No, in her world it was the people with power and money who got whatever they want rather than looks. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I came in when I did since it would have fucking sucked to miss out.”
“You have no idea. There was a racer named clown dick for a reason,” she shuddered at the thought. Not cause he was dead since that she didn’t give a damn about, but god knows how many time he made vulgar gestures in her direction, thinking he had even close to a shot with her. Not even if she was fucking drunk with no other options was going to change that. “But yeah, the parties are always a fun time to make up for the insanity during the day,” she commented. Mainly the drinking part was fun for her and seeing the shit people got into while they waited the next day, but that was more her interest. With sex mixed in sometimes depending on her mood and the people around. “Let me guess,” she folded her arms on the counter, looking at him. “You spent a lot of time here, so you figured you’d keep it open. But I’m sure people were glad you kept it open cause people will always enjoy a good show. “Since it sounds like you’ve been here a bit, what’s to do around here for fun?” Grace found this place slightly better than home even more so with nothing back home waiting for her; however, without Sexy Suzy and a race, Grace was going to get bored very quickly. –
"I know, I was shocked when I found out too." But although Kenny knew he was attractive, he never really used his looks to get what he wanted. Mostly because he didn't want anything most of the time. And if there was something, he didn't mind working for it. Even at a young age, when he worked at a low paying job until he got enough money to buy a doll for his sister. He was pretty sure Karen still had it somewhere.
"Clown dick?" he snorted. "Now I'm imagining the guy's dick has googly eyes and when you squeeze it, it honks." He finished his own drink and turned to order another one, taking a sip once the bartender gave it to him. "Something like that. I used to work as a dancer when it first opened," he told her with a shrug. It had been awhile since he thought about that and now that he had, it seemed like such a lifetime ago.
"Depends on what you're into. Personally, I enjoy drinking, sex, and drugs. Sometimes participating in fight night."
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“Guess I need to go and rethink my life choices,” she said with a sigh as if she was going to do that. While there was no reason for her to depend on her looks since the world was different. Back home, Grace had used her looks more than enough since it had been for survival cause in her world it was all she had. Well, that and her car, but her looks were what tended to work better for her. Even more so when it came to getting people who didn’t know her to put their guard down, assuming she was just some hot chick only to learn she had a temper and was not to be messed with. Her body and looks were what Grace had planned to use to give her sister a better life, but that all went to hell.
At what Kenny was imagining, she wrinkled her nose in disgust before taking a sip of her drink. “Not an image I needed and the fucker probably would have enjoyed that with the honking since he’d use that as a party trick to get the ladies to blow him or play with it. Sure as hell tried a few times to get me to play with it, and yeah, I’d rather throw myself in front of traffic,” she claimed, taking another sip of her drink as if that was going to get rid of the disturbing image in her head that was now there. “But yeah, that name is a very long story but the dude is no more so the name doesn’t matter.” No real loss in the world considering he was a vulgar asshole most of the time. A slightly amused smirk showed up at hearing how he used to be a dancer. “So what does a girl need to do to get you up on stage? Cause I’m very curious what moves you got,” she asked, leaning back with her beer, amused slightly.
Grace listened to what he said. “Fight night sounds like a great way to work out some of my anger since I don’t have my car to race right now. Drinking and sex also works for me.” Since alcohol wasn’t working that much on numbing the pain, there was the option of dealing with her pain by fucking to avoid it. Drugs were off the table after what happened with her sister Karma though she did have a cigarette from time to time, but that was it. “Might need to find some willing people while I’m stuck here for sex.” And to use them to avoid dealing with her pain in a proper, healthy way. —
"Good luck with that," Kenny snorted since he doubted she'd actually go and rethink her life choices. She was hot and knew it, she also knew how to use her looks and it seemed to work just fine for her. Why stop with a good thing?
He laughed. "I was just making shit up, but did he really? Did some girls fall for it?" He wasn't surprised that Grace had wanted nothing to do with Clown Dick. The guy sounded like a douchebag and she seemed the type to tell those types of guys to take a hike. "Not much, you just gotta ask," he said. Since he was the owner, he could get up on stage and dance whenever he felt like it.
"I enjoy it, although I haven't sign up for fight night in a few months." Maybe more. He wasn't exactly keeping track. He'd have to make sure to sign up for January. "I'm sure you'll find plenty of willing people here, including yours truly."
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“I’ll need all the good luck,” she kept her tone sounding sincere but Grace didn’t really have any plans for it. Her looks was one of the things that helped her in surviving back in her world. There was no way in hell she was going to change that, especially when it meant surviving. The day her looks and attitude stopped working for her was the day she started to rethink her life choices, but that was not today.
She nodded at the question, “There are women and men who are happy to sleep with anyone in the blood drive because they think it’s hot and dangerous. So yes, ladies fell for his shit and were happy to let him get a few minutes of pleasure. Cause pretty sure that’s all he probably lasted.” While she never went for any of the racers, she was guilty o of trying to gain the attention of the winner of the race though it had been in hopes of setting herself and her sister up. Other than that, she wasn’t the type to fall for that bullshit unless she could use it to her advantage by catching them with their pants down quite literally. “Alright then, how about we see those moves?” She asked, leaning back in her seat, amused to see if he would do it. Hey, she was bored and needed to have a little fun.
“Any specific reason why? It sounds like fun, and I’m always up for a good fight,” and with her temper, she usually was always finding them very easily. Grace wasn’t exactly a touchy feely person and would rather beat the answer out of a person for what she needed rather than go the nice route Arthur tried. While fight club would be more contained, it was still fighting and that sounded like fun. Leaning forward, she smirked at him, “Maybe I should take advantage of this place being empty right now and get laid.” —
"Wow, can't believe they fell for it," Kenny said, shaking his head in both disbelief and amusement. It was funny, certainly, but he still didn't think anyone would fall for shit like that. Nor would he consider it hot and dangerous. Ridiculous, maybe, but definitely not hot and dangerous.
"Sure," he shrugged. He was a bit bored too and if she wanted a show, he'd put on a little show for her. It had been awhile since he danced on stage but he wasn't too worried about being rusty.
"Mostly just got busy. But I'm definitely signing up for January." If nothing comes up or he didn't forget to, that is. He leaned forward as well, resting his hand on her thigh and drawing circles with his thumb. "Maybe you should. You could get fucked against the bar or on the stage." Or wherever else she wanted, he didn't care. "But you said you wanted a dance first, right?" Which he'd definitely do if she still wanted. But if she wanted to fuck right now, he was game for that too.
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“I’m not,” she admitted before deciding to explain just a bit the reason for that. “When you’re a racer in what we call the Blood Drive, you pretty much have all the attention since people are hoping if you win then they’ll be your favorite.” While she had been slightly guilty of that herself, Grace could still stand by having standards. The Primo that she had tried to get the attention of had been hot so it wasn’t a huge deal to her. If it had been clown dick or some of the other racers, Grace would have found a different way to watch out for her sister and herself.
Grace was amused, but she also been around various amounts of people that didn’t give a shit about anything. Hell there was the orgy bus that was always going on at the race stops so getting someone to dance wasn’t a huge accomplishment. It may have been if he was all unsure, but the fact that it didn’t take much meant it wasn’t that big a deal. Now Arthur? He would have taken a whole lot of convincing for something like this. “Let's see those moves,” she said with a small laugh, but didn’t push as they continued their conversation.
A smirk appeared on her lips as she moved forward, giving him a very clear view of her tits down her top. “We could do both, and see what other spots we can fuck around here,” or outside of here. Grace wasn’t at all shy about her body, knowing it was hot. Most of the people in her world by now had seen her in very little so she really didn’t give a damn about the people of MV seeing her in very little. Though she’d probably wait until the weather was a bit warmer. “Yes, dance first, then,” she leaned in, whispering near his ear, “you can fuck me on any surface you want.” Her tongue flicked against his ear before sitting back and taking a sip of her drink. —
Her world sounded interesting and he was curious to know more about the Blood Drive. But feeling her tongue against his ear distracted him, sending shivers down his spine, and he was more interested in their current plans than anything else at the moment.
"Sounds like a plan." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers in a lingering kiss, one that promised more later before he headed towards the stage.