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Post by Blurr on Apr 20, 2010 17:22:54 GMT -5
OOC: Day 7, early evening. Semi-private.
Haywire doesn't consider himself exceptionally lascivious. He likes to think he behaves pretty civilly for a strapping, virile young Nebulan a lifetime away from home and surrounded by incompatible robots. Don't misunderstand; he likes these incompatible robots – especially Blurr, but there's some bias working there. He considers them all friends, really. It doesn't change the fact that none of them has that distinct sort of curvature he misses. Sleek, smooth metal is all well and good, but he likes things a little more… supple.
He was delighted, of course, to hear about a gentlemen's club on Pz-Zazz that not only caters to smaller folk like him – a novelty on a planet of Transformer-sized aliens in a wide variety of shapes – but that, by all accounts, has Nebulan staff. He privately hopes that isn't the only variety of lady he'll see tonight, but he won't look askance at an opportunity like this, either. He's dressed moderately well, too, having been lucky enough to find a shop with clothing in his size (and having bartered a few hours' help for it). Nothing fancy by his standards, but he has rather middling standards, supposes the Targetmaster as he flicks the hem of his jacket, and they aren't quite this… Earth-like. It's been so long since he wore anything but his armour that clothing feels weird. And itchy. Public nudity isn't really an option, though. (He likes to think the ladies wouldn't mind too much.)
The club is modest as far as Nebulan architecture goes, blending in fairly well with the surrounding structures, and in a rowdier part of town just off the tourist district. Nothing gaudy outside, at least, which gives him hope that it's as pleasant as he's heard. It still isn't exactly a champagne room. The mood inside the club, once he gets through the doors, reminds him of many a party back home; the music is loud but not raucous, the lighting is a little dizzying until he adjusts, the tray-bearing girls that sidle past him are scantily clad and all gorgeous, soft curves, and he swears he smells a familiar liquor when another waitress passes him, belled headpiece chiming as she cocks her head at him with a coy smile. Then, of course, his eyes automatically wander to the nearest stage and the luscious display thereupon. He doesn't quite stop the grin that tugs at his face before he gets himself in check.
She has lilac skin. And feathers. It doesn't even occur to him that it might be nothing more than body paint and costuming. A sorely underworked libido goes a long way to help his suspension of disbelief.
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Post by Misfire on Apr 20, 2010 19:27:12 GMT -5
On the other side of the stage is a man quite a bit older than Haywire. He is likewise dressed in the local color, emphasis on color. Aimless, to be kind, looks like he got hit with the pimp stick: bright purple suit, wide brimmed (matching) hat with a spray of feathers sticking up from the band, shiny leather boots, and even a cane leaning against his chair. He's got a couple of sweet little chickies cozening up to him; he knows they're after his wallet, but he doesn't really care. He's not about to go backstage with them, and he isn't particularly worried about getting slipped any mickeys. He isn't worth wasting drugs on.
He has money in his wallet because he's been gambling. Aimless is actually a decent hand at cards; it's one of the few things he puts effort into. Her hasn't hit anything big, nothing that would attract too much attention, and he's never stayed in just one casino. But he's done well enough to get some nice clothes and have an open bar tab at this lovely establishment that reminds him of home.
Even if they are letting kids in. Aimless frowns across the way at the teenager currently enthralled by the dancing. Oh well, no skin off his nose.
Aimless never met Haywire out of uniform.
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Post by Needlenose on Apr 20, 2010 21:02:30 GMT -5
Aimless probably does recognize the group coming in right now, at least.
Zigzag's at the lead, and he's at least decently dressed, not in local clothing, but in Nebulan fashions that he's been able to track down. And by 'fashions' we mean 'a random, not particularly classy mish-mash of Nebulan-styled clothing.' Zigzag may be Needlenose's partner, but that doesn't mean he has Needlenose's fashion sense. He looks a bit on the greasy side, which is his default look, and is trailed by Sunbeam, who seems to have found a Nebulan shirt that at the same time suspiciously resembles a Hawaiian shirt, very tight shorts that go down to mid-thigh, and what look like they're probably swim-shoes. His hair is also wet.
Somehow, he's found a beach.
He's also annoyed with the one leading the pack, and he gives an exasperated sigh. "Dude, it is waaaaaaaay too early in the day to be in a bar, still plenty of light left to hang te-" and then he stops suddenly, frowns, and looks around. "Dude, I thought you said this place was a Nebulan bar? What's with all the green chicks?"
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Post by Spinister on Apr 20, 2010 21:44:32 GMT -5
Trailing Zigzag and Aimless are another two perhaps familiar faces.
Singe complains, very loudly, because he wants to be heard, "I don't need to do this. I could have any girl I wanted." He is dressed in a wine-dark suit that rather flatters his figure, and Singe is quite well-built by Nebulan standard, muscular like a military man who takes himself seriously, but not muscle bound, and with the bored air of a playboy. He has on charcoal shoes, belt, and shirt, the top few buttons undone carelessly. His dark auburn hair is tousled.
There's a lighter in his pocket. Never forget, he's a devil, if the banked coal and ash theme didn't make that perfectly clear.
Singe may well be recognisable. He dated Llyra, before she left him for Galen. That perhaps makes him a C-list celebrity.
Hairsplitter's eyes narrow. His appearance is neat, very neat, but he looks like an accountant. Grey, forgettable sweater vest over a thinly striped, starched shirt, grey pants, black shoes, polished to a shine but not too much of a shine. He thinks Singe is not exactly correct, but he doesn't say anything.
Just the thought is enough and too much, for Singe turns and glares at Hairsplitter.
Looking at the girls, Hairsplitter deadpans, "Ah. Wildlife for me to study. I should have brought bags and tags."
Unlike Singe, Hairsplitter was a nobody.
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Post by Blurr on Apr 21, 2010 11:56:55 GMT -5
Haywire is not a kid. He's a young man with gorgeous women to watch and a little cash in his pocket. He may not remember to be judicious with it, though.
He steps aside – manners, you see – when that odd quartet files in, glancing briefly at them. The guy in the suit almost looks familiar… weird. Haywire can already tell it'll nag him at the back of his mind even if he ends up with a lapful of green-skinned, gold-clad dancer. But he isn't here to stare at other men, no sir. It annoys him that he keeps looking back. Why does he feel like he's seen that fellow before?
And sorry, Sunbeam, but those girls are supposed to be green! The party of Nebulans is, however, greeted by a petite lady with much less alien skintone and a tray on her hip. She'd look like any lissome Nebulan girl if not for her very metallic silver hair (surprisingly not a wig) and gracefully pointed ears.
"Welcome to the Garden, gentlemen," she purrs, utterly at home in her silvery lavender, two-piece garment and high heels. The sheer fabric hanging from her hips and shoulders seems to float with her movements.
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Post by Misfire on Apr 21, 2010 12:18:05 GMT -5
Aimless does recognize them.
He is not happy to see them.
"Damn it, I should have figured...," he mumbles, shaking off one of the honies who was being a bit too clingy, "Not now, woman! Just sit there and look pretty!"
Singe looks awesome. He's going to get all the quality girls, Aimless is sure of it, because several of them are already eying the firebug.
Damn it!
Aimless slams back his drink and orders another. Maybe they won't notice him.
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Post by Needlenose on Apr 21, 2010 17:04:38 GMT -5
"Singe, Singe," Zigzag starts, his tone as greasy as his hair, "If you're not in it for the honeys, think of it as a little slice of home." Then he looks around, frowning. "With... green women. Ah, hellooo, darling," he adds as the greeter arrives, and he sidles up to her- then spies her ears and frowns.
Sunbeam groans and sighs, then looks around the room, taking in the rest of the body designs, for lack of a better term. The green skinned ones seem to dominate, but there's a smattering of pointed ear ones as well. There might be one or two organics that look as the Nebulans expect, but often they're in more local dress, suggesting at the least that they don't work here.
He also spots Aimless.
He elbows Zigzag and jerks his head towards the other. "Dude, check it. Only gun we got worse than you!"
Zigzag snarls as he looks in the direction that Sunbeam indicated - he's about to spit out an insult directed towards the surfer when he sees who the other was talking about.
And he has hot chicks hanging off him.
Zigzag's demeanor changes and he waves as he starts walking across the room. "Aimless! Hey, Aimless! How's it going, man?"
Yes. Zigzag just shouted Aimless's name while walking past Haywire.
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Post by Spinister on Apr 22, 2010 21:48:59 GMT -5
A slice of home? "Not even close," Singe says flatly to Zigzag, for he is dark and brooding. He'll even perch on belltowers. (It's unclear whether he's a bad influence on Spinister, or Spinister is a bad influence on Singe.)
It is readily apparent that Hairsplitter has never been to such a place before, and it is, indeed, questionable if he's ever seen so much skin anywhere outside of Singe's head. So he neatly comes off as the 40 year old virgin gawking, since he's clearly been dragged here by his younger and better-heeled co-worker.
It's probably for the best that Hairsplitter comes off as just gawking. He tugs on Singe's sleeve and asks, "May we get a table near-" that one young man is definitely looking at Singe. But mostly at the girls. But... weird. "-near the stage?"
Singe shoves him away roughly and drawls, "Suit yourself. I'm not with you." He slides his hands into his pockets, casually takes in the greeter, and looks briefly to the other girls eyeing him.
He smiles, just slightly, and asks the greeter, "And what do you like to drink here?" Not quite the same thing as asking for drink recommendations, but close.
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Post by Blurr on Apr 26, 2010 22:45:08 GMT -5
The hostess takes the varying reactions in stride and with great aplomb, mild smile never faltering even when Zigzag pulls a face at her, then walks away. There's no sense getting into a snit at the patrons' eccentricities, after all; she's been too long in this line of work to let it bother her.
"We don't drink on the clock, sir," she tells Singe with a placid look, crystal earrings clinking faintly as she shifts her weight and tilts her head ever so slightly and her smile takes on a more coy edge. "But if you'd like a recommendation, I suggest the Nightfall. And will anyone else be ordering?" This, of course, means sending a waitress to their table; she might have to get a feel for the group so their girl will suit their tastes a little more. They don't seem to mind her too terribly, so she has a starting point. She turns to take in the rather fresh-faced young fellow who came in before the rest as well.
Haywire, meanwhile, misses the question, too busy pondering just where the current object of his fascination has feathers that he can't already see (and he can see quite a lot). And would they be more like down? And… and did that slimy-looking guy just shout Aimless?! Haywire's head snaps around to follow Zigzag, eyes wide. Decepticon partners? If the one at the table in the horrible suit is Aimless and the others recognise him, then they're all Decepticon partners? And doesn't that make him outnumbered?
"…Maybe they haven't recognised me yet," he mumbles to himself, looking away as quickly as he'd wrenched his attention away from the dancer in the first place.
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Post by Misfire on Apr 27, 2010 12:12:36 GMT -5
Aimless swears under his breath when Zigzag spots him, and it's a nasty enough swear that the girls hanging off his arms (one green, one that looks like a normal-to-him Nebulan) give him a sharp look. He quickly apologizes, tosses around some faux compliments, and the girls are soon enough all smiles again. Really, all they care about is the free champagne and the quality table, anyway.
Through all this, Aimless does not stop give the recently arrived group a stare of Don't you dare muck with my good time! even as Zigzag is walking toward him. This means Aimless catches Haywire's double take. Hrm.
Aimless is shiftless and lazy, but he isn't stupid.
He doesn't return Zigzag's address until the other Nebulan is right in front of him. Aimless isn't going to be so gauche as to yell across the club.
"Hello Zigzag. You boys have impeccable timing," he says, sarcasm fairly dripping from the words.
"So sit down here- move girlie-" he indicates a seat that will give ZigZag a good view of Haywire.
"That kid over there, the one that was checking Singe out...my name got his attention," he says, making a point to not look directly at Haywire.
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Post by Needlenose on Apr 27, 2010 21:41:05 GMT -5
Zigzag doesn't want to sit next to Aimless! Zigzag wants to sit next to the girl!
However, Zigzag is also not stupid. He's not particularly smart, either, but he has a sly, underhanded sort of cleverness that clues him into what Aimless is talking about. He takes the seat and, glancing past Haywire to get a look at a hot female just beyond him, one whom he offers a greasy grin to, even as he murmurs to Aimless, "Yeah? Well, maybe we need to see if we can get him to react to something else."
Louder, he shouts to Sunbeam, "HEY! Sunbeam!" Doesn't Zigzag usually call him 'Sunny'? He goes onto shout, "Go hit the money machine, will you? Grab some for me!"
Sunbeam gives an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. "Zaboob," he grumbles loud enough to be heard by Zigzag. "Thought you already had the duckets." Then he shakes his head and trudges towards the local equivalent of an ATM before he remembers: Needlenose gave them cash.
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Post by Spinister on Apr 27, 2010 22:52:59 GMT -5
Singe's gaze never really settles on a particular girl. None of them are her, but his gaze lingers the longest on fair-skinned women with cornsilk hair, blue eyes, and long, nicely manicured nails.
Hairsplitter looks at absolutely everything, and it seems he has to remind himself that he's supposed to be looking at the girls and not, for example, the refractivity of another patron's drink. He starts to pull out his field notebook, when he finds Singe's hand clamped around his wrist. In his mind, Singe hisses, Now is not the time. Don't make me break your hands.
You wouldn't! Hairsplitter protests, but... Singe would.
Singe lets go of Hairsplitter's wrist, and he replies smoothly, "Thank you. I'll take one, and buy him," he points out Haywire, "one of those from me, please?" He pulls out out a reasonable bill, expecting back the equivalent of ones as change. His voice lowers, taking on just an edge of snarl, "And tell him to keep his eyes on the girls."
Hairsplitter stutters, "Uhm, I would like a look at the, ah, menu, yes?" He gestures, miming out a menu.
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Post by Blurr on Apr 28, 2010 11:20:58 GMT -5
The hostess does notice that heartbeat longer Singe looks at those particular girls and she makes quiet note of if along with his order as she acknowledges Hairsplitter with a solicitous smile, eyelids low, her hair sliding over her shoulder like quicksilver. He and the young man look so out of their element.
"Of course," she murmurs, nodding her head, earrings tinkling again. "I'm Karesinda; if you have need of anything else, please don't hesitate to ask. Myself or one of the serving girls will be happy to oblige." She of course means within the limits of what is acceptable in this establishment, but none of these customers seem dim enough to misunderstand. "Your drinks will be out directly," she adds to Singe, taking that bill in her delicate fingers. Alas, while her nails are quite well manicured, she keeps them on the short side. She turns to leave, then, and see to sending a girl out.
Haywire, meanwhile, is quietly sputtering and doing a poor job of not making it obvious he heard Zigzag as he locates a table near the stage. Aimless, now Sunbeam? See, Haywire is the very exciteable sort and this development is very, very much exciting. Not in the way he likes or was expecting in a place like this, though.
"They aren't doing anything… threatening," he mumbles into his hands as he props them under his chin. "Yet." Or are they trying to bait him, dropping names like that? They must know he's noticed them. Does he let Blurr know right now or wait so he doesn't cause unnecessary trouble for the Autobots by jumping the gun? And why is he suddenly worried about jumping the gun? Gah! This is so weird!
Then the feathered girl wins his attention again when she slips down to the stage and slinks toward him, amber eyes almost glowing from beneath her long eyelashes. Yeah, Haywire has forgotten about the other guys for now.
Karesinda eventually reappears with Haywire's drink in hand; toward Singe and Hairsplitter, however, whether they're still standing in place or have found a table, walks a girl in a rose-coloured one piece with a neckline that plunges to just below her navel. The puffy fabric of the legs and sleeves is a sheer, frosty sort of pink, and the colours set off her pale blonde hair. In one hand is Singe's drink; in the other is Hairsplitter's menu. It's a decent menu with many distinctly Nebulan dishes, some of which he might recognise.
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Post by Misfire on Apr 28, 2010 12:11:18 GMT -5
"Gah! Have you no idea of decorum!" Aimless hisses as Zigzag and Sunbeam scream at each other, "Do you want to get us kicked out for being disruptive?"
A couple of individuals are all ready frowning in their direction, and if Zigzag gets Aimless banned from the one Nebulan place in town, Aimless might stop being lazy enough to punch the other gun.
Once Zigzag is settled, though, one of the girls- a green-skinned lady with barely there clothing and multiple ear piercings- cozies up to him. Greasy doesn't bother her, if he's got the money to pay for the drinks.
Aimless frowns at the girl. He was not intending to share tonight.
He's still watching Haywire, and the kid's floundering is quite evident.
"So, wanna lay odds the 'Bots got themselves a Master Partner now? Wonder who he's paired with."
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Post by Needlenose on Apr 28, 2010 20:36:22 GMT -5
Haywire may be trying to hide it, but Zigzag picks up on the sputtering. He gives the green woman his best smile (it's well oiled). "Hey, sweet cheeks, buy you a drink?" he purrs. When the waitress arrives, he orders her whatever she asks for, but for himself he only orders an over-priced beer.
Once the drinks are settled, he gets back to the subject at hand - the Autobots' new Master Partner. "Well, there's only one of them, so it's probably not one of the Double Targetmasters, but the other one just might not be here." He considers. "Too young to be Recoil, thank the gods. The last thing we need are two Kups. Too young to be Hi-Q, for that matter."
Sunbeam joins them, no richer than before, but that's all right because he already had cash. "You get a brew for me, brah?" he asks before looking around. If there are any dancers with a nautical theme to their dress or act, they get more attention then the rest. "Y'know, dudes, I'm startin' to really dig on the greenies. Pretty bodacious."
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