Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 1, 2010 17:01:02 GMT -5
"Well," Kat says, resting the toe of one heeled boot on an unoccupied chair seat and rocking back, "Based on my observations from the booth, I would conjecture that they sent me out here because you were watching Kayla's routine rather closely, and she's the only girl you've given more than a cursory glance since arriving with your...friends."
She slips a soft cloth out of a pocket and removes her glasses, cleaning them as she continues, "Now, from where I was sitting, I'd also say you were watching her because of her routine and not her looks." She slips her glasses back on and smirks slightly.
"You've got the marks of a shooter," she says.
Kat hadn't missed Twi'la referring to Zigzag as a soldier, and she knows they all came in together.
Speaking of Twi'la, she slides her hand over Zigzag's knee as she shoots a glance Kat's way. She can't roll the drunk with Security right there blast it! "Mmmm, well then you boys deserve a good time then! I bet you haven't gotten to play around in ages!" Down goes the drink.
"Got any good stories of you being heroic and dashing, baby?"
Aimless has an arm around Kayla's waist and seems to be trying to decide what table to occupy. He'd like to reclaim his original space, but Kayla's sister spooks him. Singe will fry Aimless if he bothers him. That leaves Sunbeam and the 'Bot partner.
Eh. Why not?
They start toward Haywire's table.
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Post by Needlenose on Jun 1, 2010 22:05:31 GMT -5
"I'm glad you're enjoying the view," Shikoba answers. She then gives Haywire a broad smile and leans very close to him, not quite touching. "So, have you ever had a lapdance?"
And then she lowers her voice to little more than a whisper and breaths, "Or are you a virgin?"
Sunbeam grins. "Hey, babette, just give me the time you're free. All I gotta do is run to the 'port for my gear." His smile turns sheepish. "Got a locker. Couldn't stand the idea of havin' to fly to the ship and back if the chance came."
Zigzag is drunk. He's really, really drunk. When Twi'la rubs his leg, he leans into her. "Shure, shweetcheeks! Thersh thish one time with the 'Botsh, and they were like 'pow pow pow pow,' and we were like, 'pew pew pew pew' and then there was 'wooosh' and... and... 'crakka crakka crakka!'" He downs another shot.
"And then I blew offsh Omega Shupreme'sh leg."
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Post by Spinister on Jun 1, 2010 23:02:39 GMT -5
"You are most perceptive," Hairsplitter admits, a bit hesitantly. "I wasn't lying when I said I was an ecological efficiency expert, though, and uhm... I like the green skin. It's... nice."
Yeah, 'nice'. That's exactly what he means. Hairsplitter frowns at Zigzag and wonders how much trouble he'd get into if he and the fork... yeah, no, that's too much trouble. He comments to Kat of Zigzag, "He's making a security liability of himself."
Hairsplitter knows he should do something; he's just not sure what.
Singe, on the other hand, looks politely delighted by Mirinda's offer to talk of home. "Then lead the way, my fair lady."
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Post by Blurr on Jun 3, 2010 12:35:39 GMT -5
Mirinda looks flattered in a quietly dignified way at Singe's courtesy; he's a man who knows his way with women, she thinks. So what is he? A brooding playboy vigilante? (She has missed the soldier talk going on at Eddie's table.) That isn't really any of her business, now, is it? She spots the girl emerging from the kitchen with Singe's order and beckons her to follow as she leads Singe to a table for two, far enough from the stage and the music that it has some semblance of quiet.
Down by the stage, however, there is significantly less peace and comfort. Haywire's eyes grow very, very wide at Shikoba's offer and he's suddenly not sure he can stand without embarrassing himself. Ah, the woes of an active, healthy young man whose libido has gone sorely ignored for years.
"Can't say as I have," he says, far too conversationally. "Had a lapdance, that is." Or a girl since before he left Nebulos. His smile is strained before he slugs back the last of his drink in two gulps… then promptly goes into a paroxysm of coughing with tears stinging his eyes.
Sel gives him a quick, faintly concerned look before she spots the glass in his hand and figures he just wasn't ready for a strong drink. Shikoba must be having a ball playing with him, judging by that smile on her face. Sel turns back to Sunbeam then and grins a, well, a sunny grin.
"I grok," she reassures him, waving off the idea that it's any big deal. "Forecast for tomorrow morning's looking good, actually, and I'm off." What's that? Why, yes, she tracks the weather and surf forecasts. And really, she's offering almost entirely because Sunbeam's chasing waves instead of chasing tail. It's a pleasant change from the typical customer she gets in here and a far sight better than the guys who expect her to be just another beach bunny when she'd rather be chasing a good curl herself.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 5, 2010 15:03:10 GMT -5
Kat shrugs when Hairplsitter comments on her perceptiveness, "It's my job. Beats merc'ing, for sure, and I can stay up on all the news from home. Most Nebulans that make it to Basin City, they wind up here, either as patrons or staff." Another faint smile, "We like to keep to our own, most of the time."
She gives Zigzag and Twi'la a critical glance. "Not the least of his worries," she says softly, and then her voice raises as a waitress starts to set another round of drinks down in front of the pair. "I think he's had enough." The waitress stops mid-motion and returns the drinks to her tray and walks off while Twi'la glares at Kat.
"Meddlin' ice-cold bitch," she snaps, not in the common street language she's been using, but in a (possibly) familiar Nebulan dialect.
"This is your second strike Twi'la. You know what happens on the third," Kat says, also in a Nebulan dialect, though this one is likely not familiar. The golddigger pales.
Aimless and Kayla take a table next to Haywire and Shikoba. A drink is brought to him, an after a sip he says, a shade too loud, "So Kayla, when did you start letting kids in here? Thought you girls were interested in men not boys."
Someone has to bear the brunt of Aimless's mood, and if it can't be his fellow Master partners, it will be the chaos-damned Autobot brat.
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Post by Needlenose on Jun 5, 2010 21:20:59 GMT -5
Shikoba grins at Haywire's response, and breaths into his ear, "Well, now's a good first time, then. Price is reasonable." She glances over at Aimless and Kayla for a moment and narrows her eyes in a glare. If he ruins this sale...
Sunbeam, meanwhile, gives Sel a smile that's, well, sunny! "Kickin'!" He stands up. "Well, I'll catch you tomorrow, then, Flaca. I'm gonna head out." He looks around. "This ain't my sorta place, and I'm in serious need of some rays." And with that, he heads towards the door.
Sunbeam isn't exactly joking here. He is, after all, solar-powered.
Meanwhile, Zigzag is cut off. Cut off?! How dare they! He stands up.
"Hey! You can'-"
And then he falls down.
He groans. "Hey, sh'all shee that? The floor hit me!"
OOC: Sunbeam is out of thread unless stopped.
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Post by Spinister on Jun 6, 2010 14:56:22 GMT -5
Hairsplitter doesn't show any surprise, but he feels it, all right. The green woman is from Nebulos? Even speaks the dialects? Ones he doesn't speak?
Okay, if some Transformers look like they're made out of blades, he supposes that Nebulans could be green, too.
(Secretly, Hairsplitter now wishes that he had been born green.)
But this means that this isn't their Nebulos at all.
Refolding his napkin on his lap as a nervous habit, Hairsplitter murmurs to Kat, "Thank you. You handled that... better than I would have." He makes no motion to help Zigzag off the floor, now that he's satisfied that Zigzag isn't going to blurt all the Decepticons' secret plans to Twi'la.
Meanwhile, Singe is brooding, yes, and he was once a playboy, but he's so not a vigilante. He pulls out Mirinida's chair and waits for her to be seated, asking, "Where's your hometown, anyway, if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Blurr on Jun 7, 2010 2:31:17 GMT -5
Sel waves after Sunbeam before getting to her feet. Interesting people come and go just like waves; she simply rolls with the tide, so to speak. Mirinda, once seated, rather daintily rests her chin on the backs of her interwoven fingers, elbows on the edge of the table. She waits until Singe is also sitting and has his dinner before she answers.
"Splendora." She says the name as if there's no reason not to know it.
Fortunately for both Aimless and for Shikoba's pocketbook – not that she seems to have any room in her clothes for one at the moment – Haywire is quite soundly oblivious to that insult pitched his way. Shikoba has his full attention and in more ways than one.
"H… how much?" he croaks. He hopes he has enough for at least one. If he doesn't, maybe she won't hate him for wasting her time if he just gives her money anyway.
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 8, 2010 18:47:03 GMT -5
Kayla puts a hand on Aimless's knee and squeezes. Hard. She's not Kat's twin for nothing, and "Eddie" may have proven to be a good patron, but mucking about with another patron's good time is not kosher. She leans in and murmurs something in his ear, and Aimless frowns, but quiets.
Twi'la points down at ZigZag, "He covered my drinks fair and square! You just ask Sel!" she says, standing up and flouncing away, "It's not my fault he's a lightweight!"
Kat says nothing as the girls stalks off, instead turning back to Hairsplitter. Again she shrugs, "Like I said, it's the job."
She smiles slightly again, "If only all the problems were that easy."
"Do I need to see him into a cab, or will you guys take care of him? He can't stay on the floor, you know."
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Post by Needlenose on Jun 8, 2010 22:59:21 GMT -5
"Only ten shanix," Shikoba breaths into Haywire's ear. She stays close to him, not quite touching him as she hovers above, shifting back to make it easier to get another good look at her cleavage.
"If you don't have that... well, you can still enjoy the stage show, sweetie."
Zigzag, despite Kat's claims, stays on the floor.
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Post by Spinister on Jun 9, 2010 11:12:30 GMT -5
Oh good, Singe knows Splendora! Or a Splendora. He breathes, "Oh, Splendora. Beautiful place. Makes sense you're from there. Great vacation spot, as I recall. I'm from Koraja, originally."
Here's hoping that Koraja actually exists here!
Hairsplitter looks down at Zigzag, and he grudgingly decides to be the responsible man, explaining, "I'll call his jet." Then, he gets up, tries to grab Zigzag in a military-style carry, and haul him over to a chair.
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Post by Blurr on Jun 10, 2010 12:22:34 GMT -5
Lucky Haywire! He has a whole forty-seven shanix in his pocket and fumbles out a few notes without looking. It's actually fifteen, not ten, but he isn't really counting. He may also be getting in over his head.
"I got it," he gulps, still trying not to be a complete ass and just stare… though he can't stop himself stealing glances. Sel, stealing her own glance, stifles a giggle – poor kid – before looking up when she hears Twi'la mention her. Oh, what now?
"The loveliest," Mirinda politely agrees with Singe. "Though there's little tourism these days. They come and then… stay." Then she pauses and frowns. "How long have you been away from Nebulos?"
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Misfire
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Post by Misfire on Jun 10, 2010 22:46:17 GMT -5
"His jet?" Kat asks curiously, "That's new slang to me. Boyfriend?" Because really, the connection that Zigzag plays gunman for a flyboy is not the obvious conclusion here.
She steadies a chair so that Hairsplitter can set his friend into it.
"So, are from Nebulos? You have that look."
Aimless continues to make small talk with Kayla, though he can't help cackling into his drink at Haywire's virgin antics.
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Post by Needlenose on Jun 11, 2010 21:22:41 GMT -5
Zigzag is picked up and hauled into a chair. He leans back heavily in it and mutters, "I'm shtill good. Shtill shober."
Outside, Needlenose strolls up the street and then casually leans against a nearby building. One antenna is cocked back at an angle. Oooooooooh man, he is going to give Ziggy so much hell over this!
Shikoba remains above Haywire, still mere inches from him, eyes half-limited and faint smile quirking at the corner of her right lips. Then she leans just slightlly closer and reaches up with her left hand. She grasps the left top edge of the decorative brassiere and pulls it away from her body.
"Just tuck it right in, darling."
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Post by Spinister on Jun 11, 2010 21:34:31 GMT -5
"No," Hairsplitter replies patiently but exactingly. "I mean his jet. You heard the talk about soldiers? He works with a sapient fighter aircraft."
Needlenose is so not Zigzag's boyfriend! Hairsplitter sometimes ends up looking at Needlenose a little funny, when the bleed from Spinister is particularly bad, but... yeah, no.
"Who is here now. One moment, please." Hairsplitter again tries to haul Zigzag off in a military carry, out to where Needlenose will be waiting to mercilessly harass his partner. This may be harder to do than he thinks, since Zigzag is somewhat awake now.
Meanwhile, Singe looks sad and admits, "I can't even remember how long I've been gone. My employer accounts for time... differently then we did on Nebulos."
He's lying. Singe counts the days. It's just that time means nothing when he's a universe away from Llyra, when even if he was 'home', she'd still never be his.
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