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Post by Lou on Sept 1, 2009 19:46:26 GMT -7
The club scene was always so boring to Lou, nothing but a bunch of kids rubbing all up against one another, smoking god knows what, drinking god knows what, and doing god knows what to one another in the name of kicks.
Really, it was like a regular night in for her. Why the hell did they go out to do it? The androgynous woman smirked over her mirrored aviator shades, taking a long drag from a cigarette holder, tapping the ash out in the drink next to her...who's drink? Who cared. She was just that sort of person. Brash, precarious...all of those things that made up a grocery list of character flaws.
But there was a reason she was here. You had to know your market audience. Izan wanted to sell drugs to the kiddies? Well one had to see what sort of drugs the kiddies wanted. It seemed common enough, cheap party drugs, dirty thrills, something fast and fun. Gone were the days of the acid revolution. Kids wanted simpler crap, weed, E, and coke...quick in, quick out...she hmms, and calls over the bar tender, looking fit to kill as he made a jab at her panama shirt.
"Scotch, 'fore I blow y'fuckin' brains oawt fuckwit...luvaduck." she sneers, throwing her hands up in exasperation at the rude keep. "Fuuuuuuuuuuck." she curses, rubbing her temples, damn kids kept their music too loud and she was woefully sober. This was going to be a rough night. "Notha pack o'faggots too eh?" she yells, finally taking a look up and down the bar she was sitting at.
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Sept 1, 2009 20:11:11 GMT -7
Panzer had already had a few drinks at home before he had run out of alcohol and hit the streets to find some more. That was the one and only reason he'd ever be caught dead in an establishment such as the one he was in now. Even nearly drunk it still made him not want to touch anything or anyone for fear of catching something nasty.
He was more standing between the barstools rather then risking sitting on one, ordering himself a drink when the... good god, was it a woman or a man? Either way, the stream of words that left their mouth made him involuntarily smile. It reminded him of his own Tourette's, which was probably why he sat down next to them, ignoring the sticky substance on the seat.
He tried to focus himself long enough to actually get a good look at the person, hoping that his assumption that they were indeed a female was correct. He vaguely remembered what had happened the last time he had gotten drunk.
Taking a swig from his drink, he smiled amicably at her and raised his glass in a sort of mock toast. "Fuckdick!" He said cheerfully, then frowned as he realized what he had meant to say had not actually been said. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "What the hell is someone as old as you doing here?"
Well, shit, that wasn't what he meant either, but there was no taking it back, so he just smiled pleasantly and knocked back the rest of his drink.
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Post by Lou on Sept 1, 2009 20:19:42 GMT -7
Lou turns at the sound of someone calling her old, and glances up and over her sunglasses with an incredulous look on her face. Blowing her smoke at Panzer she eventually grins, all too predatory for a moment.
"Fuckdick eh?" she almost purrs "Well, s'pose I'm lookin' for the same thing you're lookin' for then. Quick hop on some fella." It appeared that she was either teasing the pierced man, or legitimately considered the man some sort of homosexual.
Eventually the bartender comes with her drink on ice and a pack of smokes, and she pulls out a roll of bills pulling out a few and handing it to the keep. "Fuck off." she says to him after paying him with a sharp scowl. She then turned her attention back to Panzer, looking like for a moment she was considering what to do with him. After all, calling her old just rubbed her the wrong way.
"S'what about you poofter? Y'seem a bit old to be chasin' trim around a classy joint like this." Uncalled for to say? Maybe. But for Lou? Pretty much a pretty normal sort of response to have. She wasn't one for tact, or kindness.
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Sept 1, 2009 20:39:10 GMT -7
Panzer scowled and set his glass on the counter with more force then he meant to. He turned on his seat to better face the woman, leering at Lou with as much force as he was able in his drunken stupor. "I ain't no fucking faggot."
Slapping a bill on the counter, the bartender refilled his drink and Panzer waved off the offered change. He thought maybe he should have left his gun at home at least. The thought of mugging someone for the hell of it highly amused him for a moment and then he frowned and took a swig of his new drink. Only to choke on it at Lou's next comment.
"Ye God woman, I ran out of booze and this was the first place I landed in," He said, flushing angrily. He threw out an arm and accidently sent some young woman crashing to the floor. He looked at her stupidly for a moment, but her scrawny boyfriend seemed to think better then to pick a fight with him and dragged her drunken ass out of there. Panzer turned back to Lou after watching them leave, adjusting his glasses. "I could say the same of you; didn't know cougars still prowled these sort of places."
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Post by Lou on Sept 1, 2009 20:47:58 GMT -7
There's a long pause as Lou watches Panzer, or maybe she wasn't it was hard to tell with those mirrored shades of hers. Really she couldn't care less that the man wasn't getting all uptight about her thinking he was gay. In fact, it only made her laugh, pointing at her smoke. "Y'sure aren't...this is a fag." she then pulls her glasses down and looks at him with a bit more scrutiny. "Y'know what they say 'bout protestin' t'much right?"
Lou wasn't going to finish that thought, hopefully the sop next to her could make his own conclusions. But she wouldn't be surprised if he was too drunk to rub his brain cells together. But of course by this point her attention span had wandered off as Panzer had gone off in some sort of tirade about something or other. Really she wasn't listening by this point...something about no booze and her being a cougar. Really what?
Eventually when things had gotten quiet again she shakes her head and blinks, like almost coming out of a stupor, taking a long sip of her drink. "Jesus mate, I'm just some bloke at d'bar, not your shrink. Fuckin'christ love." she chuckles and lights up another smoke and then holds the box out for him.
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Sept 9, 2009 15:23:46 GMT -7
Panzer stared into her aviators for a moment before snorting and turning to the bar, holding his drink in both hands, staring down into the vodka with a frown. Usually he didn't allow himself in public when he got drunk, because he became careless. Being careless could get you killed. Forcing his mind to think past the alcohol, Panzer ignored the crazy british lady beside him as he used the mirror behind the bar to keep an eye on the crowd. He almost never took a bar seat because it was too easy for someone to sneak in behind him, yet there he was.
He frowned harder and turned to the woman once more, having missed her entire rant while he thought too hard. He noticed the offered smokes and wrinkles his nose. "Cocksucker! No, thank you," He declined. He didn't need tar clogging his lungs and making his job harder. God knows it was hard enough to keep up with some of those he had to chase after. Sometimes he hated being a 'mere' human.
Panzer blinked then, as a realization dawned on him. "Well holy shit, I think I've seen you somewhere," He said, tossing his hair as he gave the woman an even closer look as he tried to fight through his drunken haze and figure where he might know her from.
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Post by Lou on Sept 19, 2009 9:06:42 GMT -7
If Panzer's little outbreaks bothered Lou in anyway, she sure as hell didn't show it, "Your call mate." she just pulled her pack of smokes back into the and the cow will circle the mooooon! pocket of her shirt and continued to smoke casually as the freckled son of a bitch kept talking a bout cocksuckers or what have you.
Really the silence for a moment was welcomed by the old vampire, who picked up her drink and swished it a bit in the tumbler,the ice clinking against the glass as she pondered something for a moment, a smirk stretching across her face, as her sopped guest was starting to put two and two together.
"An' y'got 4, congrats there." she makes a mock gun gesture with her fingers and makes a clicking sound at the Weapon's head, laughing. "Took y'long enough, but I'll give ya a break...y'fuckin' messed up." Though it was almost impossible to tell through those mirror shades of hers, she gave Panzer a more scrutinizing look, up and down, weighing him up no doubt. "Though t'ya defense, I'm not a big fan of meetins or anything.."
In fact Lou hardly made her presence known when going to Izan meetings, hell it wasn't like she showed up much, same information every time and too much chest beating for her tastes. They never seemed to get anything done anyways, too much talking, not enough action and that just rubbed her the wrong way.
"So, it commin' back t'ya?"
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Sept 27, 2009 5:54:46 GMT -7
He was never drinking in public again. It just wasn't fucking worth it. He couldn't remember the last time he had allowed himself to get so careless. He pushed away his drink with a look of disgust and ordered himself a coffee. Sobriety would definitely be a good start.
The woman answered him, and Panzer was hard put to understand a damned thing she said. He wasn't sure if being sober would have helped him at all, but it sure as hell wouldn't have hurt. As it were, he managed to catch the drift of what she was saying, and he nodded a little too rapidly.
"I should have known you were, well, you know," He said, waving a hand for her to fill in the blanks. Drunk or not, he would never be so stupid as to mention Izan's name publicly, unless he had a death wish. He took a gratuitous swig of his coffee, sneering at the taste of it. The Brits had no idea how the hell to make a proper cup of coffee; it all tasted like shit. "You run drugs or whatever. Not too many women around anyways."
He wisely kept it to himself that the woman across from him looked about as female as he did. You just didn't piss off coworkers if you could help it, especially ones that could snap your spine with their bare hands. There weren't that many women in Izan, and whether he liked it or not, it appeared his male mind couldn't help taking note of those members with breasts. "The meetings should be getting more interesting soon. At least I hope so, anyways. Fucking cunt! God knows I'm getting antsy for some action, you know?"
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Post by Lou on Sept 27, 2009 21:24:14 GMT -7
Lou finishes up her scotch with a grin and then idly picks up an ice cube and licks off the remains before putting it back in the glass. She wasn't too concerned either way.
"Right, right, and you're the gun guy..." she waves a hand dismissively, as to glaze over things quickly before something actually incriminating was said. She then looks down at herself when Panzer mentions women and then shrugs. "S'pose you could say that...just me an' that albino chick I think...not that I'm payin' much attention." she then looks at him looking at her. "Well, I guess someone should." She laughs, and shakes her head.
"You...you, had a funny name...I remember that, like some sorta...I dunno...war vehicle...Hotchkiss?" It was obvious by the female's tone that she was just teasing the man, knowing full well what his name was. "No no no...that wasn't it...Mark V? Naw...oh right, Panzer. Like the tank...amiright?" she hums a bit, and then watches Panzer suffer through his coffee with a bit of a Cheshire grin.
After awhile she just finds herself zoning out as the male talks, but fortunately the glazed over look in her eyes were hidden by her mirror shades...but eventually she comes back to the conversation as she orders herself another drink. More of the same. "Action? Well I dunno 'bout that, I like things quiet..."
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Oct 13, 2009 19:28:20 GMT -7
The coffee wasn't doing its job of sobering him up as fast as it would have back home. He blamed the Brits not knowing how the hell to make a decent cup of coffee. Even so, he gulped down the bitter contents of the cup, listening with half an ear as the woman confirmed his suspicions. He nearly choked on the liquid masquerading as coffee when she began to poke fun at his name though. As she went through the short list, he was flooded with gratitude towards his mother. For the first time in his life, he realized he could have had it worse.
"Yeah, Panzer," He said shortly, unable to keep his face from turning a bright shade of red. Even knowing he was being teased didn't stop his temper from flaring up. At least she hadn't started on his Tourette's yet. "And you're named after the bathroom. Lou, right?"
He shot her a nasty look, clearly telling her to step off. His name was a sensitive topic, hence why he preferred his call name. Ares didn't get any flack. Shrugging his shoulders, he took another drink of his coffee, grimacing at the taste. It seemed to get worse the closer he got to the bottom. If he saw grinds at the bottom he was so demanding a refund. Some things were just unacceptable.
"Bah, you would. I have nothing to do unless there's where's the mayo?! A war, or plans to rob dick fucker! A bank. Goddammit!" Panzer slammed his cup down, sloshing coffee over the sides. He clenched his teeth and counted to ten slowly in his head.
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Post by Lou on Oct 13, 2009 19:43:32 GMT -7
And you're named after the bathroom. Lou, right?""
"Yer not gonna go all R.Kelly on me...are you?" Lou makes a filthy little grin, and then winks at the poor freckled bastard, just trying to weird him out a little. So by her tally he was a now a gay...water sports enthusiast. Poor, poor Panzer. He was lucky she hadn't equated some sort of gun fetish on that list, given his profession.
Of course the little outburst he had didn't help her much trying to figure out what sort of freak he was, something about robbing banks? Touching cocks? Stealing a dick? She cocked her head at the man and just nodded a bit. "Right then...so...you want...me to find you some sorta fella so you can? Ass diddle him and steal his pecker?" she scratched the back of her neck in confusion trying to make heads or tails of what the hell he was saying. Really, she liked the guy mostly, he made her laugh, which was hard enough to do unless it was just her laughing at him...which she was, by this point she was laughing at him hard, sputtering and wiping tears from her eyes.
"Whew...love...I dun think we're on the same page here."
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Oct 20, 2009 21:08:16 GMT -7
Panzer graced Lou with possibly the most confused look he could muster up. R who now? Her wink only served to further his confusion. Was that... some sort of pick up line? Did vampires even have a sex drive? Even if that was so, the though of her, and that... Panzer finally blanched and spared a thought towards perhaps buying some more alcohol. Anything to wash that idea from his mind. She was probably older then his grandmother!
And then she had the gall to laugh at him. If his name was a sore point, his Tourette's was worse. He understood that it could lead to confusion, but honestly, how drunk was she? He could never understand why his disability was so goddamn funny to other people, but his face flushed redder and redder the worse her laughter got.
He cleared his throat as she seemed to settle down a touch and finally admit that she was ignorant and old. Well, the latter was Panzer projecting, but the old hag had it coming. "I'd say that's an understatement," He grumbled, trying to remain tactful even in his less then sober state.
"Fucking cunt! I have Tourette's. So glad it's brightened your When I say Hillshire you say farm! licker! Your evening," Panzer said grumpily, wallowing in his coffee. Er, misery. While drowning in his coffee. Sobriety really couldn't come fast enough for the poor guy.
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Post by Lou on Oct 21, 2009 17:46:47 GMT -7
"Fucking cunt! I have Tourette's. So glad it's brightened your -When I say Hillshire you say farm! licker!- Your evening."
The laughter died quickly as Panzer decided to pitch a fit. Lou just rolls her eyes at the poor pitiful Panzer, slamming her fists on the table whipping her mirror shades off, the blues of her eyes so stormy they almost appeared black, it didn't help that by now she was smoldering in what appeared to be rage. "Boo-fucking-hoo ducky!" she almost hissed it through her teeth like a jungle cat, and she moved nearly as slinkily as she regarded the freckled bastard with the same consideration that one would give an errant pile of dog shit on the sidewalk.
"You want me to treat you different because you're fucked in the head? Well, too bad. When you got your ass diagnosed...It was t'alp you...not for me to pity t'likes of ya." she sneered, and then put her sunglasses back on, "Y'should feel happy I didn't tell the security y'were yelling profanities t'an old lady...because you'd have gotten your sorry ass drug out on the street and beaten. You think 'bout that...and then, you can tell me how mean I've been."
"In short: Get Bent."
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Post by Panzer Xenos on Oct 22, 2009 21:05:17 GMT -7
Panzer's eyes widened at the vampires display of anger, but otherwise he didn't acknowledge her outburst in any physical way. Of course, Lou was a vampire, so his increased heart rate and quick intake of breath probably wouldn't be lost to her, even in the midst of the loud club. His scent probably spiked in momentary fear as well, though he quickly squashed that down, quickly replacing it with his own brand of seething anger.
Sobriety was still out of his grasp, but he knew better then to start a fight with a vampire. Especially one that was, for all intents and purposes, his ally. They worked for the same organization, and they were equal in position within that organization. It was this, more then not actually wanting to start a conflict, that made him bury his anger deep within himself.
He grimaced and finally finished the last of his coffee, staring at the newly revealed bottom of the mug. "I wasn't digging for your pity. I've had enough of that," He cleared his throat and looked back at her, his carefully neutral face reflected back to him in her aviator glasses that she was once again wearing. "I was merely pointing out the source of your confusion."
For a moment, he contemplated leaving and going back to his flat. He had already had enough interaction to remind him why he didn't go out into the public unless he absolutely needed too. But almost as soon as the idea entered his mind, he squashed it down. He would not be sent scampering home because of one disagreement.
So instead he bought another cup of coffee and turned an amused look to Lou. "I highly doubt security would do half the damage you would, should I actually step over the line," He said honestly. He wasn't trying to flatter her in any way, though he realized too late it could be taken as that. He just had the habit of telling the truth, no matter how it would be interpreted.
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Post by Lou on Oct 25, 2009 10:17:41 GMT -7
"I wasn't digging for your pity. I've had enough of that."
Lou seemed to settle down some, any anger she had subsiding into a keen smirk as she whipped her sunglasses back on. "Well good,'cause y'wouldna got mine anyways..." It was a true enough statement from the usually more than dishonest woman.
"I highly doubt security would do half the damage you would, should I actually step over the line..."
She tsks some as Panzer talks about her sullying her hands clearing him out of the club, that just wouldn't do. Not one bit, she would never make herself look bad or even show off her supernatural prowess in a public venue. That would just be in bad form. "Parish t'thought there ducky...twid never lay a'and upon ya." Of course, she didn't say a thing about about she had no qualms about stabbing, shooting or having someone else pound the bejeesus out of the poor guy.
Lou laughs again and then shakes her head, she hadn't expected to cause a bit of a fright within Panzer, but she had, and the very idea of it tickled her pink, of all the vampires int he world to be scared of, maybe the ginger had the only lick of sense she had ever seen since she joined Izan. She fancied it was wise to fear her. Though most didn't. "So..."
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