Who: Rogue, Gin Ichimaru What: gone dancing! Where: nightclub in the OC When: Sometime later, after these texts. Rating: Low to Mediumish. Status: Complete!
Gin thought the southern girl on the network was nice enough to take out for a night on the town, so he got dressed up in his customary white garb, and drove to her place to pick her up in a silver convertible. Top down. And there was a whole lotta cold hard cash burning a hole in his wallet.
Why not? It’s not like he ever carried credit cards. Those things could be tracked, doncha know!
He parked outside and honked the horn just once and waited, his left arm hooked out over the drive side door. No sense rushing a lady. They didn’t like it and he’s no dummy.
She was decked out in greens, Rogue had decided she looked good in green. She slipped out of her apartment, it was a tiny little thing, not really fitting the girl who lived there, and locked up. Not that she kept anything worth stealing. again. there. Rogue looked around for a moment, then found him and headed to the car.
“Nice.” she commented with a grin. She hopped the car door instead of opening it, landing lightly in the passenger seat, her tall, lanky frame settling easily. “ hope ah didn’t keep ya waitin’ long.” her hair was down, the white framing her face, the red hued tucked neatly behind her ear, threatening to let loose with the light waves and give her a bit of a wild edge.
The smirk on Gin's face didn't stop on a regular basis, but right then? It wasn't some well placed facade he kept up, but a genuine smirk of amusement. She had earned so many bonus points for hopping in without using the door. Maybe next time, they could slide across the hood of the car and make a getaway.
"Thanks an' nope, ya sure dinnit. I like that white stripe ya got." He reached over and grazed a fingertip down over it, followed with a sly wink. "I'll try not ta mess your hair up. Drivin', I mean."
He started down the road, driving at a leisurely pace. Not too fast, not too slow. After all? Fast was for getting away from the scene of a crime. Slow was for grannies with pacemakers. Snore.
"Hope ya like drinks an' dancin'," he asked Rogue. "Might as well party it up."
For tomorrow, there was probably some stabbing to do.
Rogue grinned at him. She’d like him from their conversations on the network. So she’d been excited to hit the town. And Rogue hadn’t been able to resist the open top and the door,. She just hopped right in as if she owned the place.
“Ah like it too, it’s all me.” she grinned widely, letting his finger touch her hair without her flinching from the unfamiliar familiarity. “Don’t you worry none, ah’m used to it getting tousled by the wind, ah’ll be fine. Besides wind-blown is a good look on me.” Rogue smiled. Raven had been working with her - which had started her on a path to feeling more comfortable in her own skin.
“Who am ah to argue that logic?” she said with honesty as she smiled. “Ah’ve got my dancing boots on, my favorite pair o’jeans and ah jes love drinkin’ the night away. Southern girls know how to dance, so we’re golden there.” she said with confidence.
Tomorrow would be back to reality - more thievery on her part. Stabbing on his. It was a friendship totally bound to happen.
This was total truth. It was also very likely that neither of them were going to admit to their transgressions. That's what was going to make it even more fun. Bwahaha.
"I kinda got the feelin' ya like a good time," Gin said, smooth as silk. "I like it when stuff's golden, too. Gotta have some bling, after all."
The car zipped along the city streets until they reached the nightclub. If there was a line, outside? Then someone was going to make it rain with some of that cold hard cash so they didn't have to wait with the other lame asses. That's a fact.
She smiled at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah love good times. Aint dat the truth yeah?" She asked smirking a bit.
Rogue had country charm going for her but shed paired her jeans with a low cut form fitting shirt. She had no qualms reducing the amount of cash he gave with a flirty smile and a flash of skin. She liked the nightlife.
"Aint that just the best way a start a night?" She said with a purr to her voice as they slipped past those who had to wait. Once inside she easily found a pocket to slip her fingers into, silently replacing some of the cash.
She's so sneaky. She's going to be his new favorite person. Ever. After he makes a 'huu?' face at that and tries to figure out how less became more.
"Shoo is," he readily agreed, the smirk on his face splitting into a cheshire cat grin. "Another good way ta start a night is if there's somethin' real pretty ta look at."
That was directed at her, even if it was hard to see his blue eyes through the happy half-moon squinting he always had going on. He held out one hand to her, palm up, if she wanted to take his hand, all while asking, "Ya wanna head over to the bar and get somethin' ta drink? Anything ya want, you got it."
At least they weren’t stabbing and stealing everyone and everything in sight. Go them!
Give them time. Rogue was rather pleased with the slipping of more money to him. Hey, he paid, she can repay with someone else’s cash. No bigs. She grinned at him and gave him a little, i know, smile.
“Damn right, gotta look good ‘eading out ya?” she asked with a devious smile on her lips. Rogue’d spent time with Raven. She was learning fast how to be a little bit better at everything. Although she gave him a momentarily demure smile. “Thank you” she said in reply to the compliment before taking his hand and grinning. “Sounds like a start of a good night, then” she cooed as she headed towards the bar.
She leaned on it, cocking a hip out, fingertips finding the cleanest portion of the bar top to rest on. “Jack and coke” she called over the din, she’d start easy then hit harder as the mood struck. Tonight was about fun. Damn if she wasn’t going to have it. Course when the guy next to her stared too long at her ass, she looked at him with a sweet smile, then rolled her eyes and gave him the cold shoulder. She pegged him for an easy mark. Might as well play too.
True that at playing, although the hand holding had been an act borne of genuinely liking the girl already. Sure, Gin never mixed pleasure with business, but he did sneakily select this place based on the fact that some of his prospective marks frequented the place...and he did have a friend and fellow assassin to fill in on some of their movements. If he knew that Rogue had sticky fingers, he'd be oh-so-amused. He'll put two and two together, later on, well after he was done ordering some really good vodka. And they had best keep ‘em coming, what with the generous way he tipped that bartender.
He was technically not human, but he could still get plastered all the same. He was the world's laziest drunk, which was good because it meant a drunk Rangiku couldn't bicker with him and he couldn't be swayed to strip for her amusement.
Ok. Fine. Maybe he did that a handful of times. No big. And what could he say? He liked sassy women who were trouble and didn't have any qualms about flashing some cleavage around, and he thought it was hilarious when other men tripped over themselves drooling because of it.
Gin's a boob man, mmmkay?
"Yep. Gonna be a good night, cuz ya look like ya know your way 'round a dance floor. Ya look like trouble. With a capital T," he teased with the greatest of ease, before giving her a little toast and downing the drink. Vodka was good, because it was crystal clear, deceptively looked like water, and yet had a nice hot warming effect all the way down to one's stomach. "You been likin' the area so far?"
Rogue was hard to dislike. She had made friends of previous marks who’d caught her. She was genuinely a likeable girl. Usually. Unless she lost her temper then it was a bit like letting the crazy out. But that was half the fun. She’d keep her eyes peeled, drunk people meant easy targets, hell half the time all she had to do was smile sweetly and many would just hand their money over willy nilly.
Rogue was a girl without too many reservations - she’d been out of the nest long enough to know a little boob got a girl things. And as a thief, well, it was something she’d used to her advantage. Although she was learning new tricks every day. Rogue stretched idly, playing that poor man to the side the whole time. She knew exactly what stretching did with her shirt, a little flesh here and a little there. Woman was a sweet country tease.
“Ah do in fact know my way ‘round a dance floor.” she grinned wickedly at his next statement. “Sugah, my name’s Rogue, if’n ah didn’t look like trouble with a capital T, ah’d not be doin’ mah name justice, now would Ah?” she grinned at him as she raised her glass to his and tilting her head back, letting the liquid burn it’s way down her throat.
“Oh oui, not a bad place ta be. Ain’t no back country bayou but ah’ll take it.” she smiled at him as she stuck to Jager, she liked vodka, and Southern Comfort, but tonight felt like a Jager night, and unless she threw in a shot of Tequila, she rarely switched drinks. Getting drunk was one thing. Getting sick was another.
Gin knew from experience that tequila made for mean drunks, so he stuck with anything clear and deceptively burny. The place didn't look like it had any plum wine or sake, which was a bummer. The marks probably kept that good stuff in the back, and now wasn't the time to go rubbernecked after drinking too much sake. He had to keep an playful eye on Miss Trouble with a capital T, after all. Or, rather, just watch her making trouble for everyone else in the vicinity.
"Shoo ain't. This' a weird place though, where weird stuff keeps on happenin'. Bet it's quieter out in that back country." Which sounded like a great place to dump a body. Or body part. If it was possible for Gin to smile any harder? He was doing it, right then. "Speakin' of weird, you had any of them dreams yet?"
Thankfully Rogue was anything but a mean drunk. Then again, Tequila and her were not best friends. She generally had a shot and that was that. It was a flavor thing. She toyed with her glass, twirling it idly in her fingers, which rarely were still. Girl liked to move and the music already had a grip, body swaying in time with it, just enough. “Strangest thing in da country was the random gator or cougar wandering up on yer farm ta get in the way o’things.” she said laughing. “Sure ain’t nothing like dis place!” she wasn’t bothered too much by the idea.
“You sure look like the cat that caught the canary.” she mused at the grin before shrugging “Ain’t yet to be sure, You?” she asked, pausing long enough to throw back her next drink, setting the glass on the bar and sliding her hand oh so slightly across drunk boy’s, keeping her eyes on Gin, though, a sparkle in them that was almost adorable in it’s mischief.
This was a good thing, because he found liked watching her and equally enjoyed the way she was moving along to that music. She also seemed happy, and Gin liked happy. There was too much murder and bloodshed in the world already, to not enjoy a good prank or happy people, when the opportunity presented itself. Not to mention, those gator's sounded pretty handy if they liked to eat limbs.
Note to self: Take a hit down south, someday. It sounds like the clean up would be a breeze.
"Oh no, I don't have no dreams," Gin smoothly replied. It was like a bird that didn't have a feather out of place, even if that cat's jaws were clamped down on it and the fangs were sinking in. Not a worry in the world. Nope. "Can't say I understand what the fuss' about. Everyone's up in a hoot'nanny about it on that valar net thing, like it's serious business."
When Gin grabbed his own drink and moved, it was deceptively sluggish, and when he began to dance, it had a slow, serpentine way about it. This boy was in no rush at all, like he had all the time in the world. Even so, he had a gleefully playful expression that was plastered on his face, even if he was figuring out that neither of them were up to no good...and he dunnit care.
“Yeah, it’s a bit o’er the top, really. Dreams is dreams. Every has them right?” she shrugged a bit. Taking a hit down south would be an easy clean up. Sometimes. Although he’d have to know what he was looking for. Should be buddy buddy with a Southern girl, that’d help that one. Just saying.
Although miss Rogue? Didn’t exactly believe him none. But she also didn’t press it. Ain’t worth the hassle. What’s it to her if he did or didn’t? Not much really. She’d hope he could figure he was up to no good. Hard to play well with others if you don’t know yourself. Rogue, she was swaying to the music before giving him a little grin and leaning back towards the man with his eyes glued to her ass. “Darlin’ you gonna be payin’ me for all that starin yer doin’?” she said with a slow southern drawl and a flirty smile as she turned to run her hand down the guy’s chest, lazy fingers, chest pushed forwards enough to keep the man’s eyes glued even as she dipped her fingers into his jacket pocket and returned to her own with a finger full of folded bills, not all of his money, but enough to pay her for her time.
“ Now you run along, ya hear? Ain’t into yer type.” she flicked her now empty fingers at him, dismissing him as she turned back to give Gin her full attention once more, that cat with the canary smile tucked neatly upon her features.
"Yep, they do. I never remember anything other than maybe...bein' dressed up as a sumo wrestler costume at a halloween party, that ran outta candy." That wasn't a lie, because he actually dreamed it once. It was just that it was a mundane silly dream, and didn't have any meaning...not, like those real dreams did.
As for being on good terms, Gin was already thinking that she might be a very good buddy to have. Not just for fun, but for profit paid in blood. As for not believing him? No one ever did, or trusted him, and it made a lot of people uneasy in his dreams, around him. Rightfully so. When she most sassily dissed that guy, he laughed out loud, especially at that pleased way she looked about doing it.
"Aww, ya know, you're gonna make him cry in a corner," he said, once he'd recovered. "Maybe we better get a glass an' let 'im cry into it, so ya can drink his tears."
“Rogue tucked her earnings neatly away out of sight and out of mind. She gave Gin a look that was all innocence. “Poor thing, best get some thicker skin then.” she mused as she nodded. “Oh oui, ain’t that jes the perfect accompaniment to the night?” she grinned wickedly. “Tears of thy Suitors, or something like that.” she laughed as she watched the man saunter off out of the corner of her eye. She took note that he did not look pleased to be played by a little girl. A twist of her lips showed she didn’t care. Merely was keeping tabs on those she caused trouble with.
Rogue was a natural non-believer, she was a big fan of trusting her gut. Even if she’d trust him, she’d still keep him in that special land of people who she trusted but was wary of. Raven inhabited that one now, but that was it for the moment. Everyone else she didn’t trust. Oh well. Their loss.
“Hit the floor?” she grinned a bit more, eyes sparkling. The people were ripe for the picking. she couldn’t resist. That and rent was due.
"So cruel. Wanna have me shower you in my tears, too?" he asked, "or somethin' like that?"
Even if Gin wasn't big in the trust department either, he had that same gut feeling about Rogue that she seemed to be experiencing. Added bonus points was that the 'something like that' offer was left open ended. Cuz that's the way these two naughty criminal characters roll. *cue the Riding Dirty song*
And if that guy started any funny business, he was going to spend the last few seconds of his life regretting it. Oh well. No one's loss!
"Sounds like a good plan, ma'am," was Gin's breezy reply, as he made ready to accompany her out there and was ready to get a look around too, to see if his marks were hiding in any dimly lit back corners of the club.
Gosh, you two. You really do mix work with ze pleasure.
“You tempt me!” she teased in return, a smile dancing on her lips playfully and flirty. “But you’re my escort, ain’t lettin’ you cry in a corner.” she winked at him and grinned at the or something like that.
She was comfortable enough with Gin that she didn’t constantly look at him sideways trying to figure out if she had to kick his ass or not. She did, however, give him a flirty smile as she slithered her way through the people onto the floor.
Rogue hit the floor and settled in quite easily, happy to dance to any music given to her. If they played something she knew, she’d get a bright look on her face and really get into it. Rogue really did get into the music, hips swaying, stretching into it, as she smiled at Gin, laughing ever so softly as she flicked her eyes away, finding her own marks with an easy smile.
Pleasure sometimes mixed well with business.
It did! And that's why it would easy peasy if one or the other of them had to excuse themselves, for either 'mo money!' or a 'oops did I shiv u?' moment. There would be no 'my bad' since Gin would just keep right on smiling with a finger held to his lips so he could go shhhhhhhhh, while Rogue reached for someone else's wallet and slipped their watch off their wrist without them noticing.
...and that's why you two belong in jail.
Just sayin’.
But in the meantime, Gin was at ease as well, moving with the music, but with a sort of grace that most people around him lacked, all while looking like he was very light on his feet, indeed. He caught sight of one of his marks off in a corner, arm draped around a pretty girl, before he turned his attention back on Rogue again. Watching her toy with boys was amusing, and plenty of eyes were honed in toward her, not merely his own.
Rogue rather enjoyed the attention - only because she wanted it now. If you saw her on the street she ducked and shied from such attention. But a pair of tits was the great equalizer when you were playing for money. And she could safely bet not one of them remembered her face. She ran her nails through her hair and grinned wickedly.
“Thanks!” she said above the din of the crowd, enjoying herself and knowing it was only because he talked her out of the house. She danced to give him a little show, ignoring the other stares. She’d come with a friend, pay attention to that one, silly girl.
“And you, sir, have the grace on da floor most lack.” she laughed softly.
"I'm light on my feet," was the sly sounding response. He literally was, considering that he was a shunpo expert. He could be across the entire nightclub in the blink of an eye. "Still? I don't think anyone else besides you have noticed."
Reason being was all eyes (male and female) were on her...and who could blame 'em? He turned his head while dancing and smirked in a disturbing way at someone who looked like he was ready to cop a feel on his lady friend, exerting just enough spiritual pressure their way (and their way only) to nudge them back an inch or two, and unnerve them enough to back way off, all on their own.
Sure, he knew the country girl could probably handle herself with a well-aimed slap or punch to the face. But if he could be sneaky and discreet in this one instance, it couldn't hurt none.
“And why’s that?” she asked laughing as she tilted her head at him. “Ah’m observant, dat be why ah noticed, sugah.” she said with a slow shrug. If she had known what he’d done, she’d thank him. She didn’t want torn knuckles today. Well, maybe later. Or a stinging hand. She could slap like no one’s business. Country girls got power behind those tiny looking arms of hers. If she flexed, she had muscles.
You don’t sling hay for long without turning into a beast. Even though she could still look like a gentle lost lamb if she wanted to. Rogue LIKED to dance, liked to defend herself and loved to play most people for the fool. She’d been suckered when she first got here and now, she knew better and could play as well as anyone else.
"Nope," Gin replied, dancing with the greatest of ease, "because everyone's starin' at ya, instead."
He didn't doubt that she could defend herself, because he was deceptively thin too, but exceptionally fast and strong. He knew for a fact that nothing was like it seemed, especially not on the surface. If someone else messed with her, he was going to let them mess with the sassy southerner and see how well they fared.
She laughed at that. “Oh yer too funny.” she grinned a bit as she looked around. Then happily lost herself to the music for a little bit longer before she looked at him. “Refuel time?” she grinned gesturing with her head to the bar before slinking her way out of the thick of people and bee-lining it for an open slot at the bar.
Rogue leaned on the cleanest spot she could find, flagged a tender down and ordered another jager, and another of his vodkas for him! She grinned and paid, of course, with someone else’s money. She made to drain her glass when someone elbowed her in the ribs rudely and knocked her sideways.
Eyes flashed in annoyance as she turned to see the man from earlier. She put on her best pout. “Did ah get in yer way, sugah?” she asked sweetly as she looked to the man. Who merely rolled his eyes at her and pinned her back against the bar. ’I’m sick of being toyed with by little bitches like you.’ he breathed into her face, causing her nose to wrinkle. Drunk smelled bad, yo.
It wouldn't be gentlemanly not to make an attempt to get the guy off the lady, before she ripped him a new one. His smile still plastered across the lower half of his face, one of Gin's fingertips went tap tap went against Drunky McStinkBreath's shoulder.
"Someone's had a few too many. So it's fair warnin'," he said in the lightest and airiest of voices, "but I dun think the lady likes bein' shoved like that. Better get ta steppin', while the steppin's good."
Sure, it sounded pleasant. On the surface, at least. The threat was deep down and heavily veiled.
The man just eyed Gin before ignoring him and staying up in Rogue’s face. The girl just sighed softly then planted a booted heel right into the instep of his foot and jammed her knee ever so delicately upwards, an innocent smile on her lips the entire time. She laid her hand on the man’s shoulder and pushed him away from her, before turning to order her drink.
He came up behind her and was met with a heel of a cowboy boot in his crotch as she ever so delicately lifted her leg and pushed backwards. “So nice of ya to give him a warnin’, sugah, but he was too drunk to care.” she smirked ever so lightly at the satisfactory thud he made as he sunk to the floor. She picked up her drink and looked down at the man before leaning up to kiss Gin’s cheek - in a totally friendly manner - “Yer a gentleman, ain’t seein much of them no more.” she mused as she linked her elbow around his.
“Floor. Wall. Stay here? yer pick this time!” she beamed, moving to step over the prone figure either way.
The second Gin had seen Rogue move, he moved out of the way quickly. For him, the movement was sluggish, but if he did things as fast as he could, then he'd be out the door before anyone noticed he was gone.
"Can't have someone messin' with a lady friend," he said, his smile turning into a huge grin, elbows linked together, even as he bent at the waste to grin down at the drunk on the floor. "Ahh ya, I think ya better stay put or you're gonna get hurt worse." His voice dropped down even lower as he added, "She wrestles gators in her free time, duncha know." Once he was done doing that, he raised one foot to plant it down on the drunk dude's midsection so he could step over him and skeeze some air out of his lungs in the process. If she followed suit and stepped on the guy's nuts? All the better!
Rogue did in fact step on him on the way out, laughing the whole way - wrestles gators. Oh she loved it, she let the laugh linger in the air as they headed out to enjoy the rest of the night, nothing was better than a little action on a good night. In fact as they got out of range she slipped a few bills into Gin’s pocket with those deft little fingers of hers, silently and trying to be as sneaky as possible, even as they hit the floor. A night out was just what she ordered and there was nothing better than heading out with someone as devious as she.