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| Viva Las Gaygas; RoxieeeEEE! GalanoochiEEEeee! | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 24 2007, 11:33 PM (47 Views) | |
| Jo | Nov 24 2007, 11:33 PM Post #1 |
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"Hey, you ready?" Tony sands in the doorway pointing toward Roxie who stands dressed not to compete, unless she's competing for the full attention of the crowd...wait, start over. Roxie stands dressed to compete, her eyes widen a little as she nods. Tony, seemingly stressed about something, nods in return a few times before turning away from the trio and heads down the hall. "Oh my god, can you believe her?" "...Jaime?" Roxie points toward Eliza and nods approvingly glad to know that at least she's in the know about what she's talking about. Claire, on the other hand, is just really listening it seems as she sits facing inside the room. Yep, away from the mirror. "She's all like 'Oh, I got the win last night, I'm so great.'" "I--I don't think she said that yet." "Well she's going to!" Roxie snaps back silencing Eliza. Roxie, so sure of herself that she's so sure of Jaime's response reaches out and grabs a light scarf. Not for the winter, just one of those useless fashion accessories that people only get so they can keep their hands full really. "I know her all too well. She's doing all these interviews and TV shoots talking about how she got the win." "It's just a win, Roxie. I don't think Jaime will look at this one any differently than her other wins." "What other wins? Are you saying she's better than me?" "No, I'm just saying--" "Good, so that's two people then that know I'm better than Jaime. Eliza, what about you? Don't you think I'm better?" Eliza looks between Claire and Roxie unsure of just how to react. "I--I don't...who's Jaime? Is she a dancer too?" If Roxie were a little brighter, she might notice the sincerity in Eliza's tone of voice. However, she only laughs at Eliza's ignorance like it was displayed as some kind of joke. Eliza, still unsure, begins to smile slightly as Claire rolls her eyes. "Well, I got the win. I pinned him, and so I should get my TV time. Legal, beagle, I got the win. I'll just have it to prove to everyone this week and eliminate her...again." That last little bit gets a head tilt from Roxie as Eliza claps her hands together and smiles gleefully up at Roxie. "Oh, I love beagles! Ever since I started reading Peanuts. Woodstock was like totally cute!" "I know! And Peppermint Patty?" Roxie shoots her arms out as if expressing a well known point. What that point is, well, no one but her and Eliza seem to know. Claire just smiles and nods giving her non verbal two cents. Letting out a sigh, Roxie turns toward the open door. "Well, I'll be back." With that, Roxie goes skipping off ready to take her clothes off. Yep, just another day at the farm. Once Roxie is gone, Eliza turns toward Claire and leans in close. "So...who's Jaime?" [align=center]* "Roxie!" Roxie stands at the back of the stage holding onto what clothing she was once wearing in one hand. All that's left are a couple of star shaped pasties and a g-string matching in colour. Over by the bar area, Roxie spots Tony standing with someone of whom she doesn't know. He's well dressed in a light grey suit and black hair tied back in a single ponytail. His face is a little rough, but nothing too harsh that would create a cringe in Roxie. She hops off the stage and makes her way over toward the two a little cautious in her step. Still unsure, she approaches the two as one of them(uh, the unknown one) extends his hand for a shake. Roxie lets her hand out jittery like but when she realizes that it's the one holding the clothes, she switches hands. That doesn't seem to work as shaking then would prove to be impossible. Instead, the man takes hold of Roxies fingers and shakes them instead chuckling a little. Roxie, still unsure, takes her hand back as soon as she can. "This is Clyde Smythe. He's come all the way from Las Vegas to meet you...and a little more." Roxie's eyes dart between the two as Tony realizes just what he's said and quickly apologizes as he guides Roxie away leaving Clyde alone suddenly. Now it's Clyde who's unsure as Tony begins informing Roxie about a decision made. "Listen, Roxie, what I meant by that is...well, he's here to take you back to his club." "What? Why?" "I know this isn't something you might not want right now, but it's for your own good. Triads both approaching you and watching you through a sniper scope, Yakuza dropping letters and calling for you specifically. Roxie, it's not safe for you here." "So...you want me to go to Vegas? What about my other career?" "He totally understands and is willing to work within their schedule just like I did. Roxie, don't be upset, it's just that everyone feels it's safest you stay away for a while. You know, until things calm down a bit." "Okay." "Now, I know you might not want...wait, what?" "I said 'okay'. I can do Vegas. Things are really becoming weird here and plus it's Vegas! I just have to say good bye to everyone." "Okay. I'll square everything away." Roxie smiles as they both turn away and start toward their destination. Although Tony turns before evenb coming close to his. "Oh!" Roxie turns around to meet Tony. He looses his train of thought that as when Roxie turns, a certain body part...erm...well, gets a life of its own for a moment. Finally, when all things are settled, Tony looks back up a Roxie's face. "Hm. Uh, right. Your, uh, your body guard will be here soon." "Bodyguard, for what?" Both Tony and Roxie turns toward the stage as Eliza hops off in some kind of cowgirl outfit. Of course this displeases the crowd but they soon lose focus on her as Claire comes out ready to take Eliza's place. "Well, Roxie's--" "Vegas!" "What?" Roxie heads over and grabs hold of Eliza to try and contain herself from bouncing, though it doesn't help. As a matter of fact, Eliza joins in on the bouncing. Tony takes a moment to scratch his head as Roxie continues on. "I'm going to Las Vegas to become a showgirl!" "Um, Roxie..." Tony is about to inform Roxie that she already is a showgirl, but decides not to spoil the mood as both Eliza and Roxie begin screaming. Over hearing this, Claire hops off the stage and makes her way toward the two. "What?" "Hey! The fuck's going on here?" One of the customers calls out as he turns toward the trio of girls. Claire looks over her shoulder and almost sneers at the customer. "Why don't you shut up and get lost?" The man does just that as he pulls away from his chair and begins storming out of the place. "Oh! There he is!" All three girls turn a little unsure of what Tony means as they watch the angry customer shove his way past another man. "Fuck out of the way, dickhead." The victim suddenly becomes the attacker as he grabs hold of the mans shirt and tosses him over the shoulder and back first onto a table. Of course, those standing there aren't all too amused about this but are they gonna say anything? Not now at least. Instead, they allow the green haired man to continue on. "Next time get the name right. It's Greatness, jerkoff." The man simply known as Greatness begins walking toward the group as Eliza looks toward Roxie as if figuring something out. "Oh! I get it! Jaime's your replacement." |
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| Jo | Nov 28 2007, 04:10 PM Post #2 |
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"So? What do you think?" Roxie stands on a beat up concrete parking lot holding a gym bag in one hand and another slung over her shoulder. Her hair tied back in a ponytail was primarily done to remove anything that could cover her view. How...lucky of her... Roxie stands there stunned into silence of what is in front of her. A rather small building that's dwarfed by the airport which is right on the other side of the metal fence. Of course, it also happens to be on the runway side so luckily for her a plane flies overhead so she can scream out. Unluckily for her, the plane isn't landing or taking off from the airport so it's quite high up when she screams. Clyde takes the scream as something different as he continues forward toward the small black square building. "I know! I'm hoping with an actual dancer around we might get a customer." Clyde crosses his fingers as he smiles back at Roxie. All she can do is smile falsely back and nod a little as Clyde practically runs to the building excited about getting an actual dancer. Roxie looks to her left as an airplane slowly makes its way through the taxi lane. "Lucky bastards." As much as she wishes she were on the plane, well, there's nothing really to challenge that statement. All she can do is remember why she's here in the first place. Putting a tighter grip on the strap of her bag, Roxie trudgingly makes her way toward the Landing Strip. Although as long as Roxie is wishing, she wishes she could explain the letter to Louie and them and how it meant no harm really. And being watched through a sniper scope? Well, that's just plain flattering. Of course if she could get away with telling them that then she wishes for a pony as well. You understand that there is sometimes that sense that the inside of the building is bigger than the outside? That when you stand inside you wonder how such a small building could hold this much space? In Roxie's case, it was the complete opposite. The place had two doors; one she had just entered and one up on the stage. Well, the term stage can be used loosely here. It's really just a sqare table no bigger than the round ones for customers but with a metal pole stuck through it! By the looks of things there wasn't much room for the door to open up on it so you would have to shimmy your way through and if you weren't careful it, looks like a rather tough fall. The bar was the only thing large in this place as it was the length of two stages but with very little depth. Just enough to put a drink on and have it stay there long enough for the customer to take hold of it. In behind the bar the bartender would also have to shimmy to move from one side to the other. That meant, of course, that he really had to know what was behind him as there was absolutely no turn around space unless he got out from behind the bar. The only thing missing was a sink or a hose or something to wash glasses. Although Roxie remembered hearing on the plane about how the bartender cleaned his glasses at home. She just thought Clyde was making small talk about the bartender and his sight deficiency. The remaining space in this building was used for tables. Five in all with two chair at each. Of course, even without people sitting at them you'd need to shimmy your way through. Of course by the look of things these chairs haven't felt the warmth of a mans ass in such a long time. Though surprisingly, they still look worn out. Roxie could feel a hand land on the small of her back as Clyde was guiding her forward. The tour seemed over for the most part. Really there wasn't much of a tour to begin with. Just a look around with no explanation needed. However there was one more place in the bar that needed to be investigated by Roxie. Roxie clumsily made her way up on the stage with a forceful one step. Why? Well, there's no room for stairs or anything of the like. That meant of course if you fell you'd have a hard time getting back up because of both the lack of access and the new injury. A slight sense of dread fell over her as to what she would do if she fell. She wasn't the most graceful figure in dancing. Usually if she fell at Tony's Club she'd at least manage to crawl back on stage giving the audience a bit of a sexual prowess in expression. Although here it'd be pretty hard to do any of that. That's when Roxie quickly pulls her had away from the table. It has little give as her hand was stuck there for a moment. "Yea, guys like to splash the dancers with their beer when they're drunk. And...sometimes when they're not." Roxie gives Clyde a quick look of premature fright of what'll be happening next. Clyde doesn't see this though as he crawls up on the stage almost unaware that the table is still sticking from the customers previous fun. Soon he's up on his feet and reaches down for Roxie. Roxie takes his hand with her free one and is almost pulled up on the table. Clyde smiles as he takes a deep breath. Clearly behind this door is what he's hoping will impress Roxie the most. After walking through here, there isn't anything that could be worse. Putting nothing but hope in his next motion, Clyde reaches down for the doorknob. Roxie stands there rather close to him looking down watching his hand move. A single turn doesn't go very far as it's locked. Clyde gives Roxie a smile as he reaches into his pocket. Roxie just nods as she gives the place another look over. For a brief instant, Roxie wishes she were somewhere else. Perhaps Mexico City. Perhaps the Palacio...place thingie. Oh, like Roxie memorized the name of the place. All she does is wishes she were there. She could run into he hype guy and tell him off. "Screw you, Hype-guy! Women have every right in competing as men do. And if you don't think so, then how come you lost? Huh? Huh? Huh? And if you even think of trying to eliminate me this weekend, you have another thing coming. These..." Then Roxie would press her breasts against his chest and slowly wrap her arms around his head and bring him close for a nice, tender-- "Got it!" Clyde shouts out pleased with himself causing Roxie to snap out of whatever trance she was in. To try and cover up any sense that Clyde was thinking she was having fantasies, she sends him a quick smile and enters the room. It's quite dark at first, though her mind, set to fantasy mode, sees it as something different. "Jaime. I hope you know why I've come. You see, things between us have become somewhat stale since my whole suicide attempt. Before you would make fun of me to your friends and now you won't even talk about me. Are you scared-don't speak! Let me finish. Things have really become tense between us, what with this new monster of a woman running around. But that doesn't mean we can't at least have these little get togethers more often. You were thinking the same thing too, huh? Well that's good, because this will be a little get together. Verbally of course because I plan on getting physical in that ring this week. I don't care what you try to do to me there but if you think you've got what it takes to eliminate me, think again honey. Because one of us will be eliminating the other and it'll be me eliminating you. I'm going to grab hold of your body and toss you around. I'll...pin you down and you'll finally know how it feels to be on the losing end when it comes to me. But that doesn't mean that this get together should be tense. As a matter of fact, it's always best to loosen up before competing. And I know just the way to do that..." Roxie then swaggers over toward Jaime thrusting her breasts against Jaimes. Looking down, she acts somewhat surprised. But her expression is soon met by a wet kiss. "Jaime, I didn't know you--" "Jaime?!" Roxie slowly opens her eyes and finds herself standing in a storage room with a surprised red headed woman in front of her. The room is nothing special. A small desk with a mirror to the right and a small cot to her left. The back is used for both storage and furnace. Of course, if Roxie wanted to she could touch the furnace. All she would have to do is reach out over the surprised womans shoulder. "Who's this Jaime?" "Oh, sorry..." "Is this a bad time, Roxie?" "What?" Roxie turns around to find Clyde standing there a little defeated. His hopes were clearly dashed but some still remained. Although he was just one slap shy of crying. "Well, I heard about you..." That little 'you' was added with a physical demonstration as he pointed toward her with both hands, "and I figured I'd give you a welcoming present." Roxie looks over her shoulder at who she now realizes is a prostitute, hooker...whatever. Either way it seems she was hired to make out with Roxie because of the fact that she was a lesbian. "I didn't realize you weren't over your last girlfriend yet. I'm sorry." "Wait. Jaime? My girlfriend? Yea I talk about her a lot and we'll be getting physical this weekend, but I don't love her. I don't even like her." Saying that seems to bring a hint of relief for Clyde. Roxie giggles a little as she places her bag by what she could only believe is where she'll be sleeping. "And trust me, I could never love or like her. No matter what fantasies come to mind." Roxie bites her lower lip as she looks away. Clyde clearly has no idea what Roxie is talking about so he just shrugs. "Great. So...this is where you'll be sleeping. At least for now until you get a place of your own of course." "Of course." "So, I'll leave you to get settled in." Clyde claps his hand together and turns around before leaving. The red headed girl is about to leave as well but Roxie's hand on her shoulder stops her. Roxie slowly guides her into a turn around keeping the one hand on her shoulder. "Where are you going?" The red head is about to answer she was leaving Roxie alone, but she can't really say anything when she's kissed. The woman, surprised at first, sees the tenderness in it soon and return the favour. Shortly after, Roxie slowly pulls herself away. "Viva Las Vegas..." Roxie then drives her face forward again into another passionate kiss. |
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