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Post by Mister Karma on May 14, 2017 23:27:33 GMT -5
Downtown New Haven was always jam packed all hours of the day, and late nights were no different. Considering the events that transpired at the police station earlier in the month, it was a surprise that life continued as usual in some parts of the city. All it took was a call to the Commonwealth and boom, parts of the city were sectioned off and quarantined to prevent the artifact crisis from spreading beyond what was already affected. Downtown was under the heaviest of defense, with UC snipers stationed on top of every skyscraper and air support in the form of assault choppers raiding the skies. Civilians were still free to live life as they normally would, yet with the prevailing military presence, crime was suddenly hush-hush. Let's just say even the hardest of street gang members were grovelling at the feet of patrolling lieutenants. At least when it came to the lowly street gangs--the higher tier ones knew the game well enough to keep their own shit going.
Somewhere in the clutter of tall tenant buildings, skyscrapers and closed food kiosks was a Hellion owned bar, still up and active, slipping under New Haven's human radar after all blame was pinned on someone for the outbreak. Complete with a large parking lot with enough space in its rear to fit twenty or more cars, the Fire Pit was quite the swinging place, especially on weekends. Streets would be clogged on Fridays and Saturdays with vehicles of patrons paying visits and paying their entire paychecks just for a few authentic Gehenna drinks. Tonight was no such night, though, as it was decently slow enough to be called a hangout joint rather than a full blown club. Mondays... The bar was a hole in the wall joint, a first-floor space in a ten or so storey tenant building, with two driveways on either side leading to its aforementioned rear parking lot. Its name was in bright red lettering, written in old Nordic style font to reflect its Hellion benefactors, complete with an old-fashioned sign hanging over one of the large windows in a fireball design, wood and paint weathered and faded from months of being exposed to the elements.
A sleek black limo pulled up in front of the bar, and Dave Cruxis stepped out of the back, dressed casually for the night's events. A black v-neck tanktop and a pair of slightly shredded blue jeans and worn black work boots was his attire, and the only accessory save for his assortment of ear piercings was his gold Fenrir necklace. All he had for weapons was his bastard sword slung casually to his back. He sauntered to the front of the vehicle briefly to give the driver a generous tip and a pleasant smile before leading the way to the sturdy front door of the bar.
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Post by EightTailFox on May 15, 2017 15:41:56 GMT -5
The strawberry blonde dingo follows the wolf out of the back of the limo. Sasha shakes out her hair to settle the locks easily onto her shoulders. Today's attire was simple and flashy. The deep red top looked like a cross between a halter and a apron. The top cinched tight under the built in bra before hanging loose all the way down to mid-thigh in front. The backside though as nearly none existent with only the straps around the neck and across the back to hold the top together. A few thousand beads created a glittering flame around her neck across her breasts. Individual beads sparkles like embers falling down across the apron skirt. More fire glittered around her wrist in the form of matching gold and ruby bracelets.
As for bottoms the dingo decided to be daring and lazy by keeping on the tiny mesh sided black boy-short bikini bottoms she was wearing to sunbath on the poach earlier in the day. As if to compensate for the skimpy outfit she is wearing heavy duty boots that covered all the way to her knees. The polished black leather though was soft and comfortable to allow for easy walking and dancing. The inch thick sole was made for marching and three inch heel more than accented her long legs. The pointed toe of course has a steel plate reinforcing it.
As for weapons any guy or gal could see she was unarmed and simply could not be concealing anything on her body.
"Almost makes you nostalgic," Sasha chuckles as she takes in the bar and surroundings. "I'm not quite dressed for a rodeo this time around."
Last out of the limousine is a younger dingo hybrid, Janet. Her long dirty blond her is tied back in a pony tail. She is wearing a purple paisley dress that she could never wear without bottoms to protect her modesty. The fluffy loose pleated skirt while long enough simply flared and flowed to much to keep her covered. So she pulled on a pair of dark navy leggings before slipping on her Mary Janes. Weapons for today was pretty much medieval with her arming sword and buckler clipped to the belt over the left hip and a small danger hanging off the right. For kicks she keeps her basic necessities in a small bag tied to the belt as well.
"Well this looks like an interesting place." Janet says as she steps clear of door and onto the sidewalk. She looks around a bit before turning to Dave. "So, we just go inside?"
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Post by Mister Karma on May 15, 2017 17:11:25 GMT -5
Sasha looked lovely as always, her choice of dress for tonight's events adding a little flair to the otherwise cozy night. Their daughter, Janet, remained modest in her choice of dress. Quite the family outing, he figured. No complaints from his end.
"Well this looks like an interesting place." Janet says as she steps clear of door and onto the sidewalk. She looks around a bit before turning to Dave. "So, we just go inside?"
"Well, yeah," Dave said with a grin as he opened the heavy door into the establishment. "No need to knock or make reservations; they're pretty tight with your old man here." He held it open for the girls to enter before allowing himself to enter last, closing the door behind him. The bar was like the Lucky Basterd in atmosphere only, with its setup being completely different from its sister location down in Gehenna. The polished wood floor reflected the bright lights from the ceiling enough to give it a lively feel while still looking homely. To the right were booths, and the left from where they stood was the bar itself. The entire interior was an L-bend, and behind those shelves, no doubt, was that famous kitchen Whitey made sure was replicated to the T when the Fire Pit first opened. Some round tables sat in the center of what could be called the "aisle" between the booths and the long bar. There were a few patrons tonight, some who just got off work for the night and others who decided to come up to the surface to escape the stress that was serving the ruder nobles.
Dave couldn't exactly blame them; nobles like Hoteph and Gilgrim were beginning to get a little pushy with their positions again. They were even outright refusing orders from him and Itachi. That was going to be dealt with shortly. He and Itachi texted ideas back and forth on how best to deal with them while avoiding the inevitability that was an all-out war against the two powerful allies. Nothing suited to their tastes surfaced yet.
The night's hyena demon greeter approached them with a bright smile, his short black-silver hair spiked to appease the surface masses, garbed in all black from his long-sleeve button down shirt to his dress shoes. Even the apron was black, though you could see a bit of mess from a couple of drinks he had on break earlier that evening. Jengo was the man's name; he was awesome at making people feel at home when he worked at the steakhouse down in Gehenna. When he got laid off, Whitey gave him a job immediately after when this joint opened, doing what he did best: saying hi to people. Without a cheerful greeter, you couldn't have a homely joint, even if it was a Hellion establishment. "Evening, Lord and Ladies Cruxis," he said happily with a wave, his purple-flecked gold eyes shining with pride. "Where may I seat you tonight?"
"Eh, take a table for the night," Dave replied with a grin, whipping out a twenty from his wallet and passing it to Jengo as another generous tip. "Keep up the good work, brotha."
"Thank you!" beamed the hyena before leading the way to an empty round table. "Right this way please!"
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Post by EightTailFox on May 15, 2017 21:10:34 GMT -5
Sasha enters first and steps aside to wait on the others. She surveys the other patrons of the bar and wonders which, if any, would give them trouble tonight. Janet looks around a bit before find the restroom sign. She heads in that direction to freshen up. Sasha follows Dave to the table and takes the seat facing the bar. She smiles at the hynena waiter as she wonders just how many eyes followed her bare back as she her way to the table. Janet returns a minute later, still drying her hands with the paper towel. She shrugs and takes the chair facing the door. She flicks her pony tail over the back of the chair before leaning back and pondering what she wants to order.
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Post by Mister Karma on May 17, 2017 23:16:44 GMT -5
Jengo nodded his head as the three took their seats, setting down the leaflets for the daily specials. "I'll have someone right with you momentarily, my friends!" he said before making his way to the bar.
"Very good," was all Dave said with a smile, setting his sword by the side of a chair before taking a seat.
Dave took a quick peek at the leaflet, figuring out if he even wanted to load up on a mixed drink that wasn't Sasha's or Sloan's creations. He shrugged as he set it back down. Nothing seemed interesting on today's lost, unfortunately. Their options for drinks were always excellent and varying, but the wolf was feeling fairly vanilla tonight. Beer, perhaps. From a stein. As for food, well, the menus weren't brought about yet.
Dave took a deep breath and leaned back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. The past month's events were kicking the shit out of him, and there was no suitable means of venting that could alleviate the weight. Even intimacy, pleased as the women were, did nothing for him. This was stuff that needed to be put directly on the table.
"These artifacts are really getting under my skin," he said once he was done clearing his head, straightening out his posture.
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Post by EightTailFox on May 18, 2017 22:34:10 GMT -5
"I would hope not." Sasha says with a bit of a shiver. "Anyway, leave your work at the door." She chides Dave. She scans the drinks wondering what she would start off with.
"A flaming lamborghini sounds about right." Janet says looking over the drink list.
Sasha scans the list. Coffee liqueur, sambuca, blue curacao liqueur, irish cream ... set on fire.
"Thinking something simple myself like a 'Blow job' chased down with some 'French Kiss'"
The first drink is a shotglass filled with equal parts irish cream and amaretto, and topped with whipped cream. The second is a combination of vodka, raspberry liqueur, orange liqueur, and whipping cream served in a champagne flute.
She turns to Dave, "maybe it should be the other way around?"
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Post by Mister Karma on May 21, 2017 22:29:45 GMT -5
"Anyway, leave your work at the door," Sasha told him. Dave took a glance at her, smiling slightly before checking over what he wanted for a drink. "Guess you're right," he muttered. "A flaming lamborghini sounds about right." Janet says looking over the drink list. Dave laughed silently, debating what he wanted to challenge his liver with tonight. "Expensive vehicle to burn, the kerosene probably wouldn't even taste good I bet," he joked. He knew what the drink was, he just felt like getting his mind off the stress of the city's events with some poorly-founded sarcasm. "Thinking something simple myself like a 'Blow job' chased down with some 'French Kiss,'" Sasha stated. She turns to Dave, "maybe it should be the other way around?"
Dave's eyes met Sasha's after she spoke, and he shrugged with a short nod. "Don't matter to me which is first," he answered with a sly grin. "So long as it feels good for you." He set the drinks list down after deciding what he wanted. "I'm feeling a Zombie for this mystic," Dave said as he cross his hands over one another on the table.
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Post by EightTailFox on May 22, 2017 20:05:57 GMT -5
"Expensive vehicle to burn..." "It's petrol not kerosene, but it be like a cow in a chemical fire next to a tire yard." Janet says setting the drink card back into the stand. "And its not that expensive if you get one used or junked."
"So long as it feels good for you." Sasha leans forward so Dave can have good view down her cleavage. "I always make it good for me." she replies in her most seductive growl. She smile at the wolf. Then leans back in a vary masculine pose, legs spread and arm across the back of the chair. Still locking eyes with Dave she teases the crotch of her thin bathing suit. In her best masculine voice, "Am I man enough for you?" She wiggles her fingers over her crotch like stroking an imaginary bulge then teases the front of the shorts down a tiny bit to prove to the wolf that there is nothing underneath and that she recently waxed.
"I'm feeling a Zombie for this mystic," "That would seem like a no brainer." Janet pokes back and looks around wondering who watched Sasha's little show.
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Post by Mister Karma on May 23, 2017 0:47:42 GMT -5
"You? But I thought it was a cooperative effort," Dave poked back with a wink and a click of his teeth, enjoying the view Sasha gave him. He could have easily had his face in those lovely pillows earlier in the day if it was just the two of them in the limo. But he barely had time to see both of his beautiful dingoes, the best time was tonight or a few months from now. Janet was always busy on her flights as well; any time was better than no time with a daughter he only recently met.
Dave leaned back a bit and watched Sasha put on a bit of a free show for him, here in public, in front of everyone...he didn't mind, but a classy bar like this was not the time or place. Oh, who was he kidding, he was going to rip a head off if he let the stress pile further onto him. The wolf only got some action outside of work, when the workload was low. This was his one chance to get free eyecandy without having to throw wads into some panties. "Am I man enough for you?" came Sasha's question in a humorously masculine tone, making Dave chuckle softly. He watched her show him what she had underneath her shorts--barely anything--before flicking his eyes back up to meet her naughty gaze. "Seems your balls went missing along the way, Ms. Manly-Man, but I ain't complainin'," he joked, eying the few turning heads who wanted to know just what the hell was happening. All he had to do to ward off those looks was extend a hand and wiggle his fingers as if he was asking for cash, making the onlookers turn back to their business at their own respective tables or spots at the bar. He gave a wink and a thumbs up in their direction as if to congratulate them for their compliance.
"As for no brainer, Jan, I wasn't even aware I had one of those newfangled things," Dave said as he returned his focus to his playful wife. "Hard to believe, ain't it?"
An older gentleman in the same kind of dress as the greeter approached their table, his white shoulder-length hair slicked back to keep his bangs out of his single gold eye, the other scarred from a battle Dave gathered took place centuries ago. His graying tail was frizzled yet still clean and well-kept. Man was retired for a few decades, well before Dave's time in the council, and he guessed the gentleman was on waiting staff as just a means to do something and get out of his house. Probably down in Hell somewhere, in the section of the city run completely under some other wolf lord's control.
"Good evening, Lord and Ladies Cruxis," the man said with a short nod of his head, "my name is Baldric, I will be your server for the night. How may we start your night?"
Dave took a quick peek around the table at Sasha and Janet, nodding as they had all agreed on their orders. Each placed an order while Baldric wrote down the drinks on the notepad. When all was done, he smiled and nodded. "We'll have your drinks out right away!" Baldric said with a smile. "Thanks, man," Dave replied with his own grin, unsure if he wanted to extend his hand in thanks for the man's service to the military. Now wasn't the time, and here wasn't the place. Perhaps when they cross paths in Hell in the future, he would. But not today.
Baldric turned and made his way back to the bar, leaving the family back to their own business. The wolf lord could only nod once. "Interesting fella..."
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Post by EightTailFox on May 23, 2017 19:30:34 GMT -5
"...but I ain't complainin'" "I can always fix that, if that is what you want is a thick Popsicle to suck on." Sasha says keeping up the masculine timber. "In private."
"Maybe you can prove how good you are by polishing my boots first." She adds stretching out and resting her feet on Dave's thighs. She leans back to relax with her hands behind her head till its time to place her drink order.
She stays comfortably stretched out though as she muses on the appetizers. "Wings or potato skins?"
"I can skip the appetizer and go straight for some burgers." Janet says. "Though I vote for mozzarella sticks or jalapeño poppers."
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Post by Mister Karma on May 25, 2017 22:45:37 GMT -5
"I don't do boot licking, but I can demonstrate on a few bottles," Dave replied nonchalantly as he unlaced one of her boots to slide off and give her a foot rub. He took one more survey with just his eyes around the room, noting whatever pairs of eyes were in his direction were now focused on either other scantily-clad women who came up form Hell to have some surface atmosphere or their own beverages and meals. Were it any other noble sans Itachi up here, there'd be some sneak peeks heading this direction. Dave started working out Sasha's heel as he gave her the foot massage, musing over the appetizer options thrown at him.
"Wings or potato skins?"
"I can skip the appetizer and go straight for some burgers." Janet says. "Though I vote for mozzarella sticks or jalapeño poppers."
Dave shrugged and nodded, turning the foot rub into one of the lightest of tickles with the tips of his claws. It was light enough to be sensitive, but ticklish enough to maybe help Sasha relax...more than she already was. "Sampler plate, this way here we get everything," Dave suggested, facing Janet. "Comes with everything yous mentioned, plus a couple sliders, buffalo tots and...think Whitey mentioned a small pile of calamari?" A shrug, and then, "Either way, I'm down for that and some burgs myself, though...I'm feeling more of a steak so rare it can freakin' moo.
"What's Mom thinkin' besides attempted lord boot shining?" Dave joked with a wink, still running his claws gently over her soft feet.
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Post by EightTailFox on May 27, 2017 3:29:42 GMT -5
Sasha purrs a little as Dave massages her foot. "That sounds good" She says in reply at the suggestion of the appetizer plate. "As long as there's enough of everything. I can do with a steak, though probably more of a medium rare. I don't like it that bloody."
"I ... third the appetizer plant. Though I'll stick with the burgers." Janet says while watching in the direction of the bar to see if she could spot their drinks being made and brought out to them.
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Post by Mister Karma on May 30, 2017 0:41:30 GMT -5
"So, appetizer plate, two steaks--one freaking bloody as hell, one medium rare and kinda bloody--a burg..." Dave leaned back in thought as he circled the pads of his thumbs over Sasha's heels. He glanced over in the direction of the bar, watching the speed and skill at which the baristas worked, mixing their drinks together. What was it the trio ordered again? Blow Job, French Kiss, Lamborghini, and Zombie? Wild night ahead, were their livers human. Baldric gathered the mixes onto a tray, Dave noted, and brought them over to their table.
"Here are your drinks," the man said cheerfully, placing the drinks at their respective owners' places. "Blow Job and French Kiss for the lady--"
"Hey now, that's my job," Dave cracked with a smartass grin. Baldric chuckled as the Lamborghini was placed in front of Janet next.
"Lamborghini for the lass. Hope you got a designated driver," the old wolf said, and then lastly the orange drink was placed right in front of Dave. "Zombie for the lord, unlike what we have lumbering about New Haven, smartphone users included!" the waiter added with a wink.
"Thank you," Dave said with a cheerful nod. Baldric surveyed the table before asking next, "Do you guys need more time to think over meals, or will you be set to order?"
"Set to order," Dave answered. They all placed their food orders next, same process as before, with their waiter thanking them politely and remarking, "Your food will be right out." The old wolf sauntered away back to his post, while Dave continued with his wife's foot massage. He made a mental note to take Tam and their children out for a night on Gehenna during the week. The lioness deserved a fancy date, and the kids deserved some time out of that stuffy old manor. While he was on that track, maybe it was fair to bring Sasha and Janet down to the manor for a couple of days...
No, leave work at the door, even if it was deeply rooted in family matters.
"So, how's work been goin', Jan?" Dave asked as he sipped through the straw in his drink.
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Post by EightTailFox on May 30, 2017 15:55:01 GMT -5
"Yep. That's the wolf job and I bet he can't wait to go down on me" Sasha says with hearts and smiles as she relaxes to the foot rub.
"I know a few whirlybird pilots I can call to pluck me out of the harbor later." Janet jokes back. She sips at the drink, totally indifferent to the flames coming out of the top of the drink.
"Work been going well. Had this one flight were we had to wear bikini's the whole time. Nice navy blue number with side ties. Perfect for sunbathing though slightly chilly to wear the whole flight. I mean it didn't even cover my back side at all. Had to take a hot shower after the flight cause things were numb from the chill. I wasn't the only one too. I had some friends to help wash my back and work the blood back into the numb areas." Janet says in her best no bullshit tone. She takes another sip of her drink. It was best not to let all the alcohol burn away.
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Post by Mister Karma on May 30, 2017 18:03:49 GMT -5
Bikini flight...well, that caught Dave's attention. He even stopped with the foot massage, hands still on Sasha's soft heels. The wolf blinked a couple of times, looking at absolutely nothing, trying to process the thought. Then again, why would something like that come as a surprise to him? Janet worked with the Archives' and Archives' allowed for shenanigans like that to go on in all aspects of their operations; why would flight be any different?
"And you didn't take or share any pictures?" Dave inquired, calling her on her anecdote as he shook his head and blinked a couple more times, facing her. He really wanted to grin, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. He did share a few made up or exaggerated anecdotes about his job a few times with Sasha and Janet, like one instance where it was wear a speedo to work day. Alastar, of all lords, took them up on that word and showed up in nothing but an Irish flag colored banana hammock. The only one not complaining was Davena (obviously). "So, it was...what, for staff and passengers' eyes only?"
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