http://callingtheshots.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] callingtheshots.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2005-09-18 07:23 pm

slow night at the Bada Bing

Sundays are not the most popular day for strip clubs, but sometimes the action could get going after the Sunday sports, so the B2 is open for business, in case there is some... A couple dancers lazily circle the poles and the bartender has the game turned on the tv behind the bar. He absentmindedly wipes down the backbar as he watches the last quarter of the football game. A couple of guys sit very far apart at the dancestage tables, nursing drinks and taking turns holding out dollars for the girls to retrieve. The jukebox plays metal and old rock, strong beats to get the hips moving on the girls and the blood pounding in the paying customers. The weekend DJ was nowhere to be found as one hadn't been hired yet. Tony made a note to look for one, maybe putting up a help wanted flyer at the music store in town.

He sighed and thought about going for a walk. It should be safe enough to do that in this burg and not run into someone who might want to ventilate him. He checked his gun in the drawer of his desk. Put it back. He hoped he'd be safe enough. He nodded to the bartender on his way out, got a nod in return. He needed to hire extra help sometime soon, he made another mental note. Then he was out the door and in the soft evening light.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/ 2005-09-19 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
After his drink at Spike's (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/52815.html), Red decided to leave the two love birds to their privacy and he headed out again. He had the card for the Bada Bing in his cuff and thought, since the night was young, he would give it a go.

Trotting along, his jewelry jingling lightly with each bounce, he saw a man strolling along ahead of him.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/ 2005-09-19 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Once Red got closer, he realized the man ahead of him wasn't who he thought he was and Red peeled off of his pursuit. Rounding a corner, Red decided to just head back to his shop and get enough rest for Monday.

((OOC: thought you might be up for play. maybe another time))

Re: P.S.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_red_xiii_/ 2005-09-19 11:16 am (UTC)(link)
((ooc: it's on my list and I'll be contacting you to hook up! [howls]))