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Post by Spinister on Apr 28, 2010 23:40:04 GMT -5
Hairsplitter takes the menu and replies, "Thank you." He then wanders off toward the table of the Useless Guns, his nose down in the menu. Hairsplitter is Doing It Wrong. His lips purse - my, but the items are pricy! But... he's been eating all his own cooking for... years, now, aside from the few times that Singe deigns to barbeque. (Barbeque is 1. all that is man and 2. involves fire.)
A little bit of homesickness tugs at Hairsplitter, and he greets Zigzag and Aimless, "Ah, hello, gentlemen." He points at the menu and inquires, "Have you tried any of this? I was thinking about the mercury braised snipe, but," his voice lowers to a soft whisper, "as for the fellow you are discussing? His face rings a faint bell," which means the memory belongs to Singe and will take a while to sort out, if Hairsplitter ever sorts it.
Singe takes a sip of his drink and licks his lips after thoughtfully. Pink's a good colour on a woman, he thinks. She wore pink. And purple. And often, not very much at all. (Spinister's colours screw with Singe so hard. Stupid fairy helicopter.) "Well hello. You know, I think I like the taste of this." He holds up his drink with one hand, though he's not looking at the drink at all. In the other, he has a tip for the server.
He wants to see where she'll put it.
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Post by Blurr on Apr 29, 2010 10:30:19 GMT -5
"You're a new face," the very purple dancer murmurs to Haywire. She's giving him a very clear look down what little neckline her top, such as a couple slivers of fabric and some string can be called a top, has and he does not find the view lacking.
"J… just here on shore leave," he manages to tell her. Her gaze lights up and she smiles warmly at him as she arches up off the stage, easing back to rest on her knees. She'll just have to make sure tonight is something this baby-faced fellow will remember. Might not be too hard, she thinks, given just how obviously fresh Haywire looks.
"Sir," Karesinda interrupts, giving Haywire a second distraction as she leans over his shoulder to set down his drink. Her smile is much like the dancer's; are the bouncers sure this one's even old enough to be in here? Nebulos is a rather liberal place when it comes to skin, but she never did enjoy feeling as though she has snatched someone from his cradle. "Your Nightfall, courtesy of the gentleman in the suit," she explains when Haywire looks questioningly at the drink. He looks from the glass toward his highly unexpected benefactor, but Karesinda smoothly interposes herself. "Please," she adds firmly, "enjoy the show." She stands and Haywire gets a very up close and personal look at her navel before she turns to leave. Then he goes back to eyeing his drink warily.
Singe's waitress, meanwhile, wordlessly watches Hairsplitter wander away with the menu before turning back to Singe and giving him the change.
"It's not a terribly popular choice," the waitress tells him, her voice smooth and cultured as she maintains the ruse of shop talk. "But it is an excellent drink, I'm told. Most patrons find the finish a little too strong." She pauses briefly before taking the tip and slipping it just where pink fabric gives way to fair skin, tucked under the gold link belt resting on her hips; it's obvious the thing is worthless for more than decorating her figure and catching notes.
There aren't exactly nautically-themed dancers for Sunbeam, though one or two look a little more turquoise and seem to permanently gleam as if they've just climbed from a pool.
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Post by Misfire on Apr 29, 2010 11:54:59 GMT -5
Aimless's lips are drawn in a thin line as the number of males at his table increases by one. One of the girls, a sweet little thing in painted on gold lame, stands, moves behind Aimless and whispers something in his ear before sashaying off to the bar.
I'll be back when the squares hit the pavement, baby. You don't pay well enough for me to babysit.
Aimless glares at Singe and his pretty, pretty waitress. At least the firebug is keeping to his own, even if Aimless is sure it's because Singe feels ashamed to be seen with the rest of the Master partners. Aimless sighs inwardly. He...can't blame Singe, honestly.
"I see his tastes haven't changed much," Aimless muses as he looks at Singe, "He must have given it away quick, for them to have her out to him so soon."
"Anyway, the snipe is fine, but it isn't the best thing on the menu- try the sauteed freshwater keelin with the trella sauce and the hydroponic medley. I ate it last night and it was pretty good."
Yes, Aimless just gave away that he's been here at least once- and hasn't told the others about the place.
A breathy, soft voice says from behind Aimless, "The keelin is most excellent and I second the gentleman's recommendation." The waitress looks, for lack of a better term, like a "proper" Nebulan, with sunkissed-skin and wild, curly blonde hair cascading carelessly down her back. There's an arrangement of shells pinned into her hair, and she is wearing a high class equivalent of a string bikini. Delicate surfboard-styled earrings dangle from her ears.
She sets a drink down in front of Aimless, "You looked like you could use a refill, Eddie. Kayla's filling in on stage- we had a call in- and she asked me to make sure you're taken care of. So," she pulls out her pad and tosses her hair over her shoulder, "House brews for these two gentlemen," -she nods at Zigzag and Sunbeam, "another round for the ladies, with Twi'la's next drink on his tab-," she again nods at Zigzag, then looks at Hairsplitter"- and you'll be going with the keelin, sir? I can bring you a Strata Vein to go with that, if you like. It's the perfect pairing."
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Post by Needlenose on Apr 29, 2010 21:44:08 GMT -5
Sunbeam looks around at the others at the table, then grabs his drink and starts to stand up. "Y'know, I think the dude to dudette ratio's gettin' pretty rough, think I'm bailin- woah! Babeness!" This last is exclaimed as he spies the girl with the surf board earrings. He gives her a crooked, youngish smile.
"Sweet drapes, chica," he says as he finishes standing up.
Meanwhile, Zigzag is glaring at Aimless as he pays up for his drink.
"Eddy? Eddy?! You're on first name basis with the gals here, and you never even told us about it? You're not even on first name basis with us!"
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Post by Spinister on Apr 29, 2010 22:16:48 GMT -5
Oh, is Sunbeam avoiding him? That just figures. No one ever really likes Hairsplitter, aside from his boss. His eyes narrow in suspicion when the waitress esteems one dish and beverage as a perfect pairing. Nothing is ever perfect! (This is why no one ever really likes Hairsplitter.) But he manages to say politely, "...ah, uhm. Yes. I'll have that, please."
He sets the menu down and rubs his temples. No, he's not supposed to be thinking about using the reflection on that pole to accurately hit a target standing behind him. Rings, what is wrong with him? He's supposed to be looking at women, not doing a field assay, not planning an assassination...
Hmm, don't suppose any of them are wearing camouflage or, failing that, have dark, matte skin?
Elsewhere, Singe remarks, "Strong finish? If it doesn't burn going down, it's not worth it."
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Post by Blurr on May 3, 2010 13:13:13 GMT -5
Singe's waitress gives him a look that's both intrigued and understanding – she isn't supposed to drink anything as strong as a Nightfall on shift, but her favourite part isn't the bittersweet heaviness of the dark blue liquor in the top layer; it's that pale crimson near the bottom – and while she doesn't try to take his arm, she won't stop him if he decides he wants her there. He doesn't seem the sort to like a woman who clings.
"Is there anything else you'd like?" she asks, wondering privately where Karesinda has gone. The staid-looking gentleman at the table with the others doesn't seem terribly happy with the accommodations so far, unless he's one of those sorts who just never smiles. "We have several entrées that pair well with the Nightfall."
Meanwhile, even with the dancer – she says her name is Shikoba – about to slink her way right off the stage and into his lap – are they allowed to do that? He has no idea – Haywire can't quite shake the nagging at the very back of his mind, barely there at all over the music and the bare skin. Should he do something about those other partners? They aren't causing trouble. Why, they're behaving like civilised Nebulans! It's so weird.
"I take it you don't come out this way often," Shikoba murmurs, suddenly right in front of him. Haywire doesn't quite jump, but he jars his drink enough to scatter a few splashes over his hand.
"Oh! I, uh. Well, no, actually – it's my first time," he answers. He blinks. Then he realises what he just said. "My first time here!" he amends quickly with a grimace. Shikoba just smiles fondly. She can tell, honey.
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Post by Misfire on May 3, 2010 20:13:38 GMT -5
The waitress jots down Hairsplitter's order at the same time making a note that he is entirely too distracted from being distracted! That's all right though; the girls like a challenge, time to time.
"Thanks," she says, smiling at Sunbeam. She quirks a smile as she gives him the once over he seems to be looking for. "You can catch some bitchin' waves down by Tredon, but you need a rec- and some skills- to get on that part of the beach," then she says to the table, "My name is Sel. Please, let myself or one of the other girls know if you need anything- yes, Eddie?"
She looks down at Aimless, who has run his fingers down her arm. He nods his head toward Haywire, "See if Shikoba can find out that guy's name, will ya? If she can, it'll increase the bill- and the tip- all around." Sel nods her head in acknowledgment and sashays away.
It isn't until she's gone that Aimless turns back to Zigzag and grimaces, "Right, and I'm supposed to tell you guys why, exactly? So you can tag along and ruin my game? Oh yeah, you're doing that anyway. Yeesh. Oh hey, it's Kayla."
Aimless turns his attention to the new girl on stage, a girl with dark green skin, long dark hair, and legs for days. She is lean and muscled, and rather flat-chested compared to many of the girls. Her barely-there costume seems to be a riff off a special ops uniform of some sort. Her routine seems as much kata as dance.
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Post by Needlenose on May 4, 2010 8:34:39 GMT -5
As Sel speaks, Sunbeam suddenly seems more interested in what she's saying then in her.
"Ag. Hope so, nectar, 'cause so far the surf on this planet's been the weeps. Cappers and capillaries. Was starting to think I'll have to hope for a stop on Pequod." He looks disappointed when Sel heads off, then looks back down at the others at his table and shrugs. "Think I'll go in by the stage awhile, dudes. Catch you later." And with that he grabs up his beer and does, indeed, move closer to the stage, though he occasionally looks around, checking to see where Sel has moved off to.
At Aimless's complain, Zigzag snorts. "Now, see, if we're doing it anyway, y'might as well have told us so you wouldn't have to worry about us being pissed on top of that. Eddy.." If Twi'la lets him, Ziggy now tries to slip his arm around her waist in a non-too subtle attempt to cosy closer to her. Apparently he thinks buying her a drink buys him that right.
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Post by Spinister on May 6, 2010 13:36:14 GMT -5
"Oh?" Singe looks politely interested. "Do tell me more." He'd love to listen to, oh, anything that she has to say and maybe pretend that... that...
The problem with these places, he thinks, is that they're so easy and so fake. You buy your overpriced beverages and food, not that they don't taste fine enough, you make some polite conversation, and you look all you want.
But real life's not like that. You maybe screw up and aren't so sweetly polite. Sure, sometimes, it's still about your pocketbook, but more often, it's your personality, instead, and the company you keep. Real people aren't paid to put up with you and make you happy. Real relationships take effort and hard work.
Singe wishes he'd figured any of that out sooner.
Hairsplitter seems fascinated enough by the new dancer on the stage, folding his hand under his chin. He wants to quibble that he's not sure how useful that uniform would be as protection, but the dark green skin... no one ever had dark green skin like that on his Nebulos, and he thinks he likes it. It'd blend in nicely not just in foliated areas but also in a lot of low-light conditions and even some city scapes.
He can understand perfectly well that Aimless does not want him (or any of the others, really) here, and he accepts that, even. This is not solitude, but it's another way of getting away from it all, all the same. Makes Hairsplitter feel a bit guilty, even, for intruding, and he whispers, "I must apologise for intruding, Eddie."
He thinks, as soon as his food is out, he'll just... oh, go find a spot against the wall to lean and not interact with anyone. That's what he usually does at social events.
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Post by Blurr on May 12, 2010 11:02:07 GMT -5
There are disappointed rumblings from the rest of Shikoba's audience as she slinks off the stage and into a chair at Haywire's table. She might be a little early for the end of her shift, but it can't be more than a few minutes; she doesn't expect a reprimand. Haywire certainly doesn't mind!
"Well, sailor," she murmurs, lacing her fingers under her chin and resting her elbows on the table, "you have my undivided attention."
"Beg pardon?" Haywire blurts out. He tries not to think about how snug his trousers feel all of a sudden, but it's there at the back of his mind, overshadowed only by the way Shikoba's smile tugs at the corners of her eyes, the smoothness of her skin, the way what little fabric she wears clings to her every curve, the tilt of her hand as she tucks some of that fluffy white hair behind one ear, and – and the really cute beach girl who's suddenly shown up to whisper into her ear. One white-plumed eyebrow quirks up and Shikoba nods with an enigmatic sort of look and Haywire takes in all this, fascinated. The beach girl winks at him before walking away, hips swaying like she's used to walking in loose sand, and Haywire can't help his lopsided smile. He really likes it here.
Mirinda, in the meantime, wonders what – if anything – can be done about that pensive look in Singe's eyes. All the food recommendations on Pz-Zazz certainly won't get rid of it, but he did ask.
"The best is the steak fillet with Lintoc pepper sauce," she advises with a faint smile. It actually isn't the priciest cut on the menu, either, and if Singe enjoys the burn, it seems choice for him. "The spice cuts the drink without overpowering it."
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Post by Misfire on May 12, 2010 17:02:09 GMT -5
On stage, Kayla executes a backflip, landing in a crouch, a blade shining brightly in each hand. Those who are familiar with such thing may be able to tell the knives aren't just for show. She continues her dance/fight against an invisible partner, movements effortless and graceful.
Her movements are also expert.
Aimless sighs and rubs his hand over his face, "Eh, don't worry yourself over it Hairsplitter. But thanks for the consideration," He shoots a look over at Zigzag. "And why get pissed at me over not sharing? You guys are the special ops spooks; you get around. Why would I assume you didn't know about it?"
The drink does buy Zigzag that right, though only so much pawing will be tolerated for such a paltry price. Twi'la snuggles in under Zigzag's arm and lifts a hand to play her nails in his hair.
"Oooo, are you a soldier, too?" she purrs.
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Post by Needlenose on May 14, 2010 8:51:22 GMT -5
Sunbeam sits down closer to the stage, apparently completely unphased by the knives now flying near him.
Isn't Haywire sitting near the stage? Oh, hi, Haywire!
He takes a drink of his beer, eyes still on the girls, and finally comes out and says what everyone else has been dancing around. "Dude. Didn't know the 'Bots bagged a 'Partner. Which one are you, anyway?"
Meanwhile, Zigzag gives Twi'la a lopsided grin that's supposed to be charming, but really comes off as more creepy. "Sure am, babe," he says, leaning near her. "Need to see any... special ops maneuvers?"
Yes, that's what he says. Yes, it sounds horrible.
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Post by Spinister on May 16, 2010 12:21:44 GMT -5
Hairsplitter laughs nervously, and he demurs, "Oh no! Eddie is kidding, I am sure. I am an ecological efficiency expert. I pinpoint waste in the system and... uhm..."
No one ever likes it when Hairsplitter talks about his work. His work that he can talk about, anyway. His work that he can't talk about his much more interesting...
...interesting is that Kayla seems to know how to use those knives. How do people get into this line of work anyway? There are the prerequisites of being young and beautiful, yes, an athletic to some extent - dance is certainly a workout - but what motivates someone to select this line of work over another?
Hairsplitter cringes a bit as Sunbeam moves on over closer to Haywire. Nice show with the knives, very nice, but peripheral vision is handy.
Singe does look intrigued by the suggestion of the fillet, once she mentions the Lintoc pepper sauce. (He is a man who, much to his partner's ire, will put red pepper flakes in his coffee, if not stopped.) He snaps his fingers and replies, "You had me at 'Lintoc pepper'. Well, actually... A bit earlier than that, really." He winks.
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Post by Blurr on May 17, 2010 21:57:34 GMT -5
"Splendid," Mirinda says. "I'll be right back then." That last has a more questioning note – she'll return if Singe likes her company, at least – as she gives his arm a lingering touch with one slender hand before sauntering away to deliver his order.
Haywire is less pleased with his situation than before. Shikoba is gorgeous and distracting and those feathers follow interesting lines along her shoulders and hips but Sunbeam's proximity and, worse, his attention, are nagging the young gun. He tries to focus on the babe next to him and her twinkling eyes.
"Not much to tell," he offers with a lopsided grin and he isn't even totally lying. What's to say about anything in his life before he ran off to war? He takes a sip of his drink then and nearly spits it back out. The sear of the stuff down his throat leaves his eyes watering.
"No stories of high adventure on the stellar seas?" teases Shikoba, reaching out to play one fingertip along the rim of Haywire's glass.
"Uh… no – not really." Haywire watches in fascination – yeah, that's it, fascination – as Shikoba dips that fingertip ever so daintily into his drink so she can taste-test it. She, too, pulls a face; she smirks at him and laughs softly.
"You need something a bit lighter?" she wonders. He's torn between saying no, because strong drinks are mature, right? Or copping out and getting something that won't make his head swim.
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Post by Misfire on May 17, 2010 23:30:16 GMT -5
Aimless looks askance at Zigzag and Twi'la. Mainly because Zigzag is creeping Aimless out- how in the world is she keeping a straight face?
Oh well, if she's that much a gold digger, then Zigzag can have her. And hopefully when she's done on stage, Kayla will come back.
"Hairsplitter," Aimless says conversationally, "You really need to learn some self-confidence."
Sel saunters back to the table and drops off the food and drink orders. She leans in a bit close to Hairsplitter as she sets down his plate. "Kayla has a twin, you know," she murmurs. She'll take and further orders, and then sashay toward Sunbeam. The beach bum interests her, and Kayla will be coming off stage soon enough.
Twi'la tsks at Zigzag, "Oh honey, I'm not that easy, and you ain't even in uniform." She picks up her drink, downs it, then squints into the empty glass before turning it upside down on a napkin. "Dead soldier."
She looks expectantly up at Zigzag.
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