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The Bada Bing is Always Open. Even after hours when it is supposed to be closed, it is open, if you know where to go or who to ask.

Tony is often an absentee landlord, and rarely works behind the bar as he is a busy man with many aspects of his business to run and many family issues to resolve.

So for playing purposes, even if nobody is "manning the store", feel free to come in and have a drink, get in a fight, get 86'd for harassing the girls, buy a piece... of some kind... and generally create some mayhem.

Until some locals are hired, the girls are all goodlooking, frequently with Russian accents and the bartenders look vaguely wise, and not in the Dalai Lama kind of way.

There is a bar, booths along the walls, a few small tables and several stage/tables (some with poles) that seat about ten and a main stage for dancers that give big shows at night and on weekends. There is also limited menu for ordering anytime of day, sandwiches and appetizer kinds of things for the most part, use your imagination. There are a few private areas for our more discerning guests... membership only for those areas... ask about our privilege rates.

(for those of you who are aware, no this Bada Bing is not entirely canon)

Tony has an office in back, an apartment upstairs and there is the kitchen as well. Behind the stage is the dressingroom for the girls, and some other smaller rooms for storage... and whatever.

The door to the john is next to the kitchen door and there is a back door conveniently located, as well as largish windows in the john itself, in case they are needed. Tony has a private restroom off his office.

The interior is dark, what you can see of the furnishings shows well worn tables and chairs and a carpet that has seen better days. It smells of beer, stale smoke, spilled shots, faint traces of the perfume the girls wear and maybe a hint of gunpowder, you aren't sure what that might be.

Come in, have a drink, drop a dollar in a g-string. Come by after midnight for the all nude show.

And yes, there may be a ladies night planned with some beefcake for you to ogle, but the ladies are always welcome even when it is only the pretty girls to see. The feminine form is a work of art to be appreciated by all.

Never a cover charge, always discreet, the beer is cold and the vodka never watered.

Welcome!

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Forgive the intrusion again.

Perhaps also, linking this entry to your bio and putting it in your memories will help townies find the information easily when they get ready to slip in and play.

(Thanks, yes. I am just getting my act together, was up late scheming!)

So you no hire boys full time?

I very good dancer.

Well, now, I can see the attraction for some guys, and we do get a few in here who want to see a good, well, yeah...

This is a whole new venture for me. You set up some hours that work for you and I will give you a shot. But no under the table deals, I get a cut of all the business that goes on in here, ya understand. I take care of my...(you hear him almost say 'girls') dancers... and expect the same in return.

I expect you to stay coherent while on shift, and to get the gentleman to buy drinks. You get a cut of what they buy, and you will get minimum wage for the hours you are scheduled. The business takes a cut of your tips, but not much, I promise. Now, if you are wanting to make some extra money and you have some free time, you can dance anytime you like. You won't get the wages for the offshift dancing, but we will take less of a cut of your tips. Ya understand? Ok. Let me know what hours you are available to dance and I will get you set up on stage. You provide your own costumes and makeup, we will give you one free meal per six hour shift and two ten minute breaks to do whatever you like. The meal includes one free drink, and the drinks our guests buy for you will be disguised so you aren't getting completely blitzed on duty. Ya got all that? Ok. You are hired.

::sees the new strip club open, jaw drops, cigarette tumbling to the ground::

::bug-eyes, and runs off to find Jay::

[ooc: Tony Soprano! Yays!]

(ooc: I hope I can do the great man justice.)

[OOC - If there's no psychiatrists in town, there's always the Confessional ...]

(ooc: *totally snerking*)

Pushing the door open, Shane looks around for a moment before stepping inside. In her hands, she holds a small pastry box tied with string. She approaches the bar and offers the bartender a smile. "Umm, hi, I'm Shane... I work over at Deb's Diva Dive and she just wanted to send these over for Mr. Soprano to thank him for his help," she said, placing the box on the bar and stuffing her hands into her back pockets.

*the bartender takes the box, a tight smile on his lips. It looks like he is new at the 'smiling' thing. He reaches under the bar and pushes a button.*

*In the back a door opens.*

"Hello," a gruff voice says,"what's a nice girl like you doin' in a joint like mine?" It sounds welcoming though, the voice. Oout of the darkness resolves Tony, dressed casually in a short sleeved shirt and slacks. He looks.. ... .. relaxed. Perhaps not what you expected, but approachable nonetheless.

"Hey, Mac, get the lady anything she wants."

*The bartender looks a question at you*

"You look like a shot and a beer girl,"he says, but I have been known to be wrong."

((OOC: might be slow but I will online for another 30 min or so))

Shane grins as she turns to greet the brawny gentleman she'd served the day before. "You're not wrong... and thanks," she murmurs, eyes twinkling. She points at the box the bartender is holding. "I just came to drop these off for you. From Deb," she explains.

((OOC: No worries - we can always continue later if it runs long... that is, if you'd like... :)))

((Suffering a migraine, omg-teh-ow, so may have to cut this short, but if you want to continue I will be on the same time tomorrow, late evening for me in the mountain time zone. and I am totally diggin on your character, though I don't know that fandom, no showtime in my house, *sad*))

"Mac, shots and beers for both of us." Tony pulls out a chair for you at a table, waits for you to sit and joins you. "I hope all the repairs went smoothly?"

((Ok, I gotta go lay down again, dammit. I will be on tomorrow and really really want to continue. So sorry! Thanks))

"Very, thanks to you," she says, smiling as she rubs her hands on her jeans for a moment before taking a seat.

Shane would normally give the guy a look or tell him (albeit politely - for Shane was never rude) not to bother with treating her like a lady, since she didn't really consider herself one - not to mention the fact that she was also a dyke. As well as the fact that, even though she was only seventeen years old, she could see the guy had 'mobster' written all over him. She was young, but she'd been around plenty.

Still, that didn't mean she was going to be rude. Shane was never rude. She could respect the man as well as his desire to make a living, even if it wasn't technically what most people would consider 'legal'. She'd skirted that edge herself, for a while, out of sheer necessity. Who was she to judge anyone.

"That's why Deb sent those over. To say thanks," she adds with a smile as she settles back in her seat. "We really appreciated your help. It would have taken days, probably weeks, to get somebody over there to fix that window."

((OOC: Aww, bummer and suckage about the migraine! I get tension headaches, so I definitely sympathize. And yeah, I'm usually on fairly late, myself (EST here). And hey, y'know what - even if you don't have Showtime, they do have the first season of The L Word out on dvd and the second one is coming out towards the end of October... *always gleefully takes the opportunity to pimp her favorite show* :D Hope you feel better!))

((thanks :) ))

*after Mac sits the drinks on the table, Tony raises his shot toward you and says "new friends" and waits for you to join him in downing the shot*

"New friends," Shane smiles as she picks up the shot and lifts it in a deferential toast.

Now you let me know if there is ever anything I can do to help you over there at the diner, anything at all.

*he takes a long chaser of beer after his shot*

"Well, it's not my call, but I'll let Deb know you extended the offer," Shane says mildly as she takes a sip of her own beer. Shaking her hair out of her eyes, she glances over her shoulder and watches the girls dancing on the stage a little longer than would be considered normal for a 'good girl', an obviously hungry look in her eyes that doesn't taint her calm expression as she turns back to look at him and smiles. "You've got a nice setup, here, sir," she murmurs.

It works for us.

You uh, like my girls? *looks a bit uncomfortable having noticed* Uh, they love it when ladies visit, it makes the guys crazy watching them lap dance the female customers and then they make better tips. You are always welcome, and .. ... .. yeah, it would be a pleasure to serve you. Uh, we only card if the cops are beating down the door, just, uh, in case, *Tony loses his train of thought as one of the dancers comes over and leans over your chair.

Weren't you even going to share, Tony? *She says playfully* She is all ours as soon as she finishes her beer, the guys at table two are stingy as hell. *she looks at you, face very close to yours.* You won't mind helping a sister out, will you? We'll cut you in on any table you help us with. *She is pale, with short dark hair and very red lips, attractive in a brash way, she has that gleam in her eye that says she has seen it all and keeps coming back for more.* You want her for a bartender, Tony, I want her for a decoy, lets see if she can take the heat before taking her in the kitchen, huh?

*She looks a question at you.*

*Tony sighs.* Just don't break her, Katrina.

*He smiles at you.* Come see me in my office later, I was going to see if you needed a night job, but maybe Katrina will convince you that helping her is .. ... ..more fun.

*Tony drains his beer and smiles again.* Have fun.

Slouching back and taking another sip of her beer, Shane smiles slowly. "Yeah... I'll do that," she murmurs.

Looking up at Katrina, she arches her eyebrow just slightly. "Sure, no problem. I'd be happy to help," she says smoothly. "Just tell me how you want me."

*she leans very close* I like to be on top, sugar, but that's later... right now just be your own self and sit at my table and let me... entice the boys into giving up the cash... *she bites gently on your ear, then turns to go*

*she looks over her shoulder to see if you are watching*

*winks*

"Yeah," she murmurs to herself with a wry grin as she catches the wink. Getting up from the table, she swipes her mug of beer and makes her way over to an empty table, unzipping the front of her hoodie as she goes.

Placing her beer on the table, she slips out of her hooded sweatjacket, revealing a dark blue wifebeater, under which it's very obvious she's not wearing anything. Also making it rather obvious that she probably should be. She drapes her sweatjacket over the back of the chair and takes a seat, slouching down slightly, knees spread, hips settled down low on the chair. Nice girl? Not quite. Ladylike? Probably not. But that's okay, because she's being herself.

*Katrina looks down at you from the stage like you are steak and she hasn't eaten all day. She starts her routine and never takes her eyes off yours. The guys at the table are going ape, piling the dollars up in front of their beer glasses to get her attention, but all she does is crawl off the stage and into your lap. She stradles you and pushes her now bare chest into yours , then runs her hands through your hair to bring your head down to her chest and pumps her hips in time to the music against yours and the guys still stare and pile up the money. She takes you hands and runs your hands down hips and then leaves your hands on her knees as she leans up to slip off her g-string, taking your hands and hooking your fingers in the thin straps and encouraging you to help her out of it. 'it;s after midnight, we go all the way then' she whispers to you.

She crawls back up on the stage and continues to dance, collecting all the cash as she goes.

((I have to go to bed for real, but I will be happy to continue to play in slowtime forever. Katrina is not from the Sopranos, obviously, but is a dancer at the club I like to go to, so there ya go. I hope you enjoy. :) ))

((heehee no problem ;D))

Shane settles back a bit in her seat, making sure to keep her hands to herself for the time being, knowing that a great many places prefer that customers not touch the dancers. Not to mention the fact that it's a bit more forward than she would usually be with any woman, much less a naked one writhing on her lap.

She can't help but grin as Katrina pulls her in, drawing her head down to her chest. She's very tempted to do more but this is business, after all.

As Katrina takes her hands and hooks her fingers into the straps of her g-string, she lets go of one side, allowing it to snap back into place against her skin ever so lightly, a slow grin curling her lips. "That's good to know," she murmurs, slipping her fingers beneath the straps again and easing them down Katrina's hips, keeping her eyes steadily locked with Katrina's the entire time.

Once Katrina crawls back up onto the stage, she twirls the g-string around her finger and can't help but smirk at the straight yahoos sitting across from her. She takes a long drink of her beer and watches as Katrina is showered with tips.

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