subject_0 (subject_0) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-03-29 02:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander tyra shepard, jack |
Who: Tyra Shepard and Jack
What: Tyra visits the pawn shop and invites Jack to a strip club; they visit a strip club.
When: Today/tonight
Where: Cross Bones Pawn Shop; a strip club
Rating: R for language and strip club.
Status: Completed.
Tyra found herself back in the pawn shop. She wasn't sure why, but there was something that drew her to this place. It could be Jack - there was a similar level of draw to Liara, who she hadn't had the chance to see again, just yet. It was mildly disappointing.
Jack was leaning against the counter when Shepard walked in. Huh. She quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "You had that hot date yet?"
"Not yet, Jack." She folded her arms, smiling wryly, "Might not be a bad thing, I don't have to pluck my eyebrows for awhile."
Jack laughed. "Yeah, don't have to worry about that shit." Not that Shepard needed much work anyway. "Looking for something?"
"I could shave my head?" She flashed Jack a grin, and shook her head, "Just looking around, seeing if anything catches my eye. Besides you."
She flipped Shepard off and ran a hand over her head. "Find anything you want a closer look at, let me know."
"Oh come on, you're making it too easy!" Shepard laughed, walking over to peer at something in a case. She couldn't make heads or tails of what it was.
"You keep askin' for it." Jack kept an eye Shepard, wondering if the woman would end up purchasing more exotic gifts for that chick she was trying to impress.
Not this time. It had been a large chunk of her monthly budget, and she still didn't know if it would be worth it. She gave Jack a sly smile.
Jack smirked back at her. Shepard was kind of fun to mess with.
"What's that tattoo for?" Shepard pointed.
Jack looked at the tattoo in question. "Just...came to me. Felt right. Like my skin wasn't mine without it."
She nodded her head, walking over and peering in another case, "Suits you."
"Thanks." Jack really couldn't explain her tattoos past that. They felt right. They felt like here and she'd felt more complete once she'd gotten most of them finished.
Shepard wondered what they'd taste like. She shook herself out of the thought and tapped on the glass. It appeared to be a Donald Duck memorabilia, "That original?"
Jack shrugged. "Looks old enough to be the real deal. Could ask the boss for you, if you want."
"Yeah, can you?" She leaned on the counter, glancing up at Jack and nodding approvingly.
The woman wasn't Shep's type. Maybe she was feeling desparate.
"I'll make a note." Jack smirked at her.
"Thanks, hon." She straightened, sighed, and thought 'fuck it.' "You busy later? Want to get a beer? Boss says I should get out more."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm free. You got some place in mind?"
She'd never hear the end of it if she went to Mad Dogs. But she knew another place, "Mind strippers?"
"Fuck no I don't mind strippers," Jack said with a laugh. Sheoard was definitely not the uptight kind. That was good.
"Great, I know a place where the beer isn't shitty and the girls don't look like beanpoles. Isn't Mad Dogs but it'll do in a pinch." She winked at Jack, "Meet you there?"
Shepard gave Jack the address, and then headed out! It was a date. Of sorts. To see strippers. Girls' night?
Sounded good to Jack.
Loud music boomed from inside the building. Several of the lights outside were out, and as Tyra walked inside she was assaulted by Rammstien. On stage, the woman convulsed to the music, dressed like something out of HR Giger's nightmares.
"Interesting place, Shepard," Jack quipped. "Come here often?"
She grinned at Jack, getting some drinks and taking a seat, "Every once in awhile."
Jack chuckled and glanced around. Interesting crowd. She took a sip of her drink; the alcohol was good, whetever else happened.
The Gigernightmare on stage was down to a gimp mask and an articulated tail. And nothing else. She collected her money and disappeared off the stage!
Shep grinned as the lights dimmed again. A woman walked onto stage, and began to do an erotic fan dance.
The fan dance was interesting. Different. Mostly, Jack had expected poles. This was more interesting than poles. "So..." Small talking fucking sucked. "Bet your girl would freak out if you brought her here. Not enough dust."
"Well there's this one lady," Shep replied. She laughed, and downed a drink, "Maybe she's more open minded than that. But she's not my girl." Yet.
Jack smirked. "That the one you bought the thing for?"
"No. I like them younger." She winked at Jack.
That got an eyebrow raise. "Really? Didn't take you for a fucking cradle-robber, Shepard." She downed her drink and smirk at the older woman.
"My hip replacement brings all the girls to the yard."
That? Cracked Jack up.
Jack's laughter set Shepard off and it took several minutes for her to calm down enough to speak, or watch the show.
"What's your favorite so far?"
"Oh the dancers?" Jack asked.
Tyra nodded.
"I'm fond of the seven veils, personally," She added.
"'S not bad. Haven't seen anything I didn't like," Jack said.
"You have good taste, Jack." She had been wondering about her.
Jack smirked. "Don't get told that that often."
"Just because you're covered in body art doesn't mean you don't have good taste."
"I like the way you think, Shepard."
Tyra raised her glass in toast to a woman with hips to die for, then looked at Jack, smirking over it, "You have good taste for color and art, too."
This many compliments in a row were uncommon. "You tryin' to get in my pants, Shepard?" Not that might not turn out to be kind of fun, but that as the only goal was kind of fucking lame.
"Got a problem with flirting, baldie?" She smiled. She had enjoyed several women, but they'd all been friends or girlfriends. She had a hard time separating emotion from sex.
"Nah. Just want to know if that's all it fuckin' is. 'Cause I'm cool if that's all if fucking is," Jack said. "Not looking right now." Not really.
"Jack, if fucking is all I wanted, we'd probably already be naked and screaming."
Jack took a swig of her drink. "Good to know."
Tyra laughed, and ordered another drink, "Now that thats settled, how about I buy you a lapdance?"
Jack grinned. "Now you're talkin'."
"Any requests?"
Jack shrugged. "Surprise me."
Grinning, Tyra pulled Jack to her feet. She planned to introduce her to Serendipity...
...which would be a little surprising to Jack, but also interesting.Cake if you get it.