fandomtownies | At the Bada Bing

Miho comes over and sits on a bar stool, because her corner was really starting to get boring.

Becky perches on the counter beside Miho, and hands her a cigarette while lighting one of her own.

"Real active setup we've got here, huh?" she asks, smiling crookedly.

Miho tilts her head at Becky and takes a drag off her cigarette. At least they're getting paid.

The Bada Bing. Gentlemen's Entertainment.

They hadn't checked this place out yet and with extra money in their pocket, along with Loz's whining that if he didn't get laid he'd bust a nut, Kadaj relented.

They needed to find ways to blow off steam or things would get ugly around the town very quickly.

In the doors, they waited by the entrance until their eyesight aclimated to the darkened interior and could see the layout of the club. The bouncer at the door, rivaling even Loz in bulk, sized them up and motioned them in.

Kadaj's eyebrow rose. They weren't going to take their weapons? He was definitely beginning to like this town.

A quiet night by the looks of the clientele, Kadaj gestured to the bar, Yazoo went ahead to order their drinks. Kadaj started to move away when he caught Loz gawking at the stage. Looking over, he saw the dancer and understood.

Giving Loz a punch in the shoulder, Kadaj headed over to join Yazoo and let Loz do whatever he wanted. This night was for him, after all.

The hair on the back of Miho's neck went up as the new customers arrived. She turned her head to look at them out of the corner of her eye, then nudged Becky.

Becky glances up as the guys come in, and her features light up. Live ones.

She walks around the bar, careful to swerve her hips as much as is possible in the tight leather pants that were part of her standard uniform.

She walks up to the one she recognizes as their leader, and gives him her softest, gentlest smile.

"See anythin' y'like?" she asks quietly.

Miho sighs. Sometimes Becky just doesn't get it. She tries to telegraph trouble trouble trouble at the back of her friend's neck. Finally, she decides Becky is a big girl and can handle herself, and props herself back against the bar to smoke and watch.

Loz hesitated but his testosterone got the better of him and he found a table up close to the stage so he could see.

At the bar, Yazoo slid onto a stool and ordered for him and Kadaj, sending a waitress over to take Loz's drink order.

At the sound of the soft voice, Kadaj turned to see a pretty girl standing there. He looked her over, long and slow and his lips curled into a small smile. "I might."

Blinking through his bangs, he shrugged and turned back to his drink, but not before catching sight of the girl he'd seen earlier with the blue guy at the fountain in town (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/148523.html?thread=4659755#t4659755). "Are we welcome here?"

"Sure y'are. sweetheart. Everyone who's a payin' customer's welcome here," Becky says, shifting her weight. "Don' mind Miho - she's just a li'l...protective."

She leans forward, looking up through her eyelashes, and drops her voice intimately. "So, sugar, you got a name?"

Nodding, Kadaj slid his drink over and took a sip. "Kadaj," he said and turned until their faces were very, very close. "You?"

While Kadaj was chatting with the girl, Yazoo stirred his own drink with a finger, idly watching what was going on around them. By the second sweep of the club, he had their escape routes mapped out and who they'd have to go through to get to them.

The biggest impediment was the smallest one at the bar.

"Becky," she barely breathes, arching a brow and allowing an innocent smile to twist the corners of her mouth.

She remembers there are two more gentlemen in need of entertainment. "Who're your friends?" she asks, moving her head imperceptively towards the other two.

Miho watches Yazoo map the room with his eyes, and continues smoking her cigarette. As far as outward expressions go, she could be bored to tears or contemplating the nature of the universe. Or mentally listing ways to kill a man with a spoon.

"Becky," he repeated. Kadaj knew those kinds of smiles and he tilted his head. It was a neat game, when he had time to play. Ever since they came to this place, it looked like he would have plenty of it.

Nodding to his brother at the bar, "he's Yazoo." His thumb jerked over his shoulder. "Loz, the reason why we're here tonight."

Becky arches her other brow to round out a full expression of surprise.

"Reason you're here...y'mean...you and your other friend," she jerks her head in Yazoo's direction, "aren't interested in what we've got to offer?" she asks, smirking.

She does take a healthy look at the one who was confirmed - Loz - and mentally starts throwng out numbers as to how long the lead-up to this job would take.

Kadaj leaned back, hooking his arm over the chair back. "Not tonight," he said.

Watching, Yazoo looked from Becky to Loz, over to the silent one, then back to his drink, a smile spreading over his face. Loz would kill them both if he knew what Kadaj was going to arrange for him.

"He can be rough," Kadaj said, tilting his head in question. "Think you can handle him? Otherwise my brother and I might just have to kill him to shut him up."

Becky smiles sweetly. "Oh, honey, after what I've seen, and with Miho watching my back...don't you worry about li'l old me. Now, if y'don't mind, I think I'm going to go see how your friend's doin'."

She strides over to Loz, and leans against his table. "Anythin' I can do for you, sugar?" she purrs, batting her eyelashes.

It took a moment for Loz to tear his attention from the stage to the body standing next to him. But it wasn't hard to keep it once he saw her.

Smiling, his hand slid up the back of her leg, smoothing over the soft leather. "Depends on what you can do."

"And that, darlin'," Becky says, leaning her face close to his, "depends entirely on how much money you've got." She smiles, and bites her lip lightly, quirking an eyebrow.

"I got money," Loz said with a nod, his eyes not missing one feature on her face...or body. "I got plenty," and he pulled out the stash that Kadaj let him have for the evening.

He pushed away from the table, his chair sliding back enough so that there was plenty of room.

Yazoo saw his brother move and looked up to see what was going on. His eyebrow rose and he gave Kadaj a pointed stare. "Will I get a turn?" he asked.

"If they have your type here," Kadaj answered. But his attention wasn't on Loz. He knew Yazoo had him covered.

His attention was openly on the girl sitting further down the bar, the one who had pulled her sword earlier.

There was a set to her shoulders that he seldom saw. His instincts screamed to him to watch this one.

Becky smiles, and perches on Loz's lap almost primly.

"I'm Becky, but you can call me whatever you want, sweetheart," she says quietly, wrapping her arms languidly around his shoulders.

"Now, let's talk shop for a second. We run a nice joint here, and anythin' you may want...extra...will be takin' place in the back rooms. I don't do group jobs," she says, glancing at the other two.

"An' I don't do nothin' that might leave a mark. Other'n that - I'm all yours, baby, for the very reasonable price of fifty bucks an hour. Sound good?" she asks, draping her legs over the arm of his chair and leaning in so close that their noses are nearly touching

"No group jobs?" Loz shrugged and gave her a feral smile. His hands slid up her body to feel the soft curves only a woman had. Yazoo could be fun for a quick toss around but he was a guy and was all muscle and hardness.

"That's good because I'm not sharing tonight." Although he had no objections to someone watching, he wasn't going to press it this time. He did remember some manners.

Loz leaned in closer, their mouths just brushing lightly. "So do I have to sit out here for a drink minimum or can I go straight into the back?" Frankly, he was so tight he really did think he would snap soon.

And she smelled really nice. A far cry from grease and gun oil.

Becky smiles, and hops out of his lap.

"No drink minimum, sugar. Come on," she says over her shulder as she heads towards a door leading to the back.

[ooc--How far do we want to take this before moving it to a personal journal and/or how far do we want to take this...overall smut-wise/fade-to-black?]

[ooc: I'm happy to fade to black here, actually - if for no other reason, I'm getting swamped with Rory stuff and Homecoming.]

Loz didn't spare a look back at his brothers as he followed her. This night was exactly what he needed, he thought, as he shut the door behind them.

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