Anne Rice, Eat Your Heart Out (open)

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Vampires in New Orleans, if it wasn’t something she was walking into alone she might have found humor in the situation. Okay she still found humor in the situation but that was because Whiskey Kings not only had a morbid sense of humor but she also harbored a death wish. It wasn’t something she shared with anyone. So when she heard about vampires who owned a strip club in one of the party cities she decided that not only did that sound like a hunt that she’d love to sink her teeth into (pun totally intended) but that she probably could earn a good chunk of money working for them till she got up enough spunk to take the lot of them down. It wasn’t hard for her to get a job at Big Daddy’s (really, could they not come up with a more imaginative name, I mean weren’t they blood sucking fiends from beyond the grave? Girls, Girls, Girls would have been more imaginative.). She was a ravishing beauty who had a natural talent for seduction and shaking her hips, so it seemed that perhaps with her daddy issues she might have missed her calling in life. Well that was neither here nor there. She gathered up a costume she was sure would delight even the most picky of clientele, pulling from her love of comic book movies the image of Jessica Alba from Sin City, she dressed up in that sexy cowgirl outfit complete with chaps and six shooters. The thing is with her six shooters they had real bullets in them just in case. So she began her undercover work as a stripper with the name of Deja on a rather busy weekend, finding that indeed it would only take one or two nights and she would be set for a good few months with food and hotel rooms. Heck before she saved lives she might fit in one extra night so she could go on a shopping spree, new dresses and heels (did I mention she had strange priorities for a hunter?). By her third night there she had pretty much figured out half the girls were vamps along with the bartender and owner. So the odds were about ten to one, not impossible mind you but really challenging (okay had she been honest with herself she’d have said she had never been up against odds like that before and honestly was pretty sure she could take three or four in a strait up fight, but ten, no she’d probably be pushing daisies by this time tomorrow). So that night she came to work with a duffle bag containing her sword, a few vials of dead man’s blood, and a sawed off, tucking it all away in her locker. She wanted to get one last dance in before the violence started, hoping that she could get it all to wait till the club was close to closing and people had mostly gone, it would cut down on collateral damages. As her chosen song began to play she tucked her hair under her cowboy hat and took the stage, her hips moving in time with the beat, swaying seductively, having the effect of silencing the crowd almost immediately with her magnetism and the beat of the song she had chosen for the night. She didn’t look up, knowing the effect of mystery that the shadows made from the lights would have, masking her face thanks to the brim of the hat, as her hips moved in their circular motion. Location: New Orleans, LA Outfit: Ride em Cowgirl Music: Fuel by Metallica Notes: Hello board!

[Henry & Louis Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2j4zla1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #d3d5db; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Henry had had quite an argument convincing Louis to show up. Oh, the job itself was a call worthy enough of their appearance, but Louis wasn't comfortable with going into the club while it was in operation. However, Henry wouldn't hear any of it. He threatened to drag his brother, saying they needed to scope the place out. Louis wasn't innocent, he just preferred to keep his business and his pleasure separate. Besides, any strippers that got left alone in a room with him seemed to leave with a different outlook on life. The roar of their motorcycles echoed in the street as they pulled up in front of the strip club. They parked and climbed off almost simultaneously. Pulling helmets off, the boys headed into the club, expressions very different. Henry smirked as he pulled the door open for his brother, whereas Louis looked vaguely unsettled. The idea of walking into a vampire's nest knowingly was bothersome. The two were conversing quietly in code about what their plan would be. They weren't sure what sort of numbers they were coming up against, but they figured that at least the patrons would be human. So, to wait until the patrons were gone and then pull out the weapons. Each man was covered with weapons hidden on his person. They took their seats a table near the stage just in time for a new act to start. A girl, her face in shadows, stepped onto the stage. Henry's face was full of desire, although whether it was for her or simply for the fight ahead was unknown. Louis, on the other hand, studied the dancing girl almost thoughtfully, considering her every movement. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: New Orleans, LA Outfit: Henry is in a leather jacket with sweat pants and a white t-shirt (with boots); Louis is also wearing a leather jacket, but underneath is a simple blue button up and jeans (with boots). Music: None. Notes: So, yeah. Probably not my best. [/style]

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Okay, so weird men’s hands all over her wasn’t something she wasn’t used to honestly, but she normally had the choice of what they looked like before they got a chance to put their hands on her. Lucky she hadn’t had any issues with overly grabby men yet but her luck was about to change. She moved across the stage, pulling her cowboy hat off so her dark hair could fall out across her shoulders and her light hazel eyes could catch the lights just the right way, letting them glow, as she tossed the hat aside. She moved over to a few guys who held out bills for her, letting them tuck them into various areas on her outfit as she slowly moved from the stage, not taking to the pole just yet, there were too many men with too many bills around for her to ignore. She swayed past the twins, giving them a quick wink, before moving to a middle aged guy who decided tonight would be the night he allowed the mass consumption of alcohol to embolden him. He made the mistake of not only tucking the bill into Whiskey’s leather top but copping a feel with the same hand while wrapping the other hand around her wrist. She knew they had bouncers in the club for just this sort of thing but there was something in her that didn’t take well to being manhandled, well manhandled by someone who had no permission to do so. “Oh, love, really bad choice of girl to do that to.” Before anyone else could think about reacting she had reached up and taken a hold of the man’s hand, pulling it out from the inside of her top, and twisting it back into an impossible position, then with a quick jerk of her arm a snap could be heard as she dislocated his arm, letting him go to fall to his knees from the pain. Her whole demeanor had changed with that one moment, the flirty girl had gone and was replaced by a cold killer, to the point where you’d almost think she was about to pull out the gun on her hip, point it at his head, and pull the trigger. Honestly, she thought about it, you didn’t live in the world that Whiskey Kings did without those violent tendencies showing themselves off in spades, but the mission she was on kept her from murdering the man in cold blood. She took a few steps back as the bouncers moved in to remove him, swallowing back that urge that had asserted itself where she didn’t want it. For a moment her instincts kicked into overdrive and she brought her head around to look at the Koch twins, a puzzled look on her face for a moment, before she let that coldness melt away as if it had never been there, giving him a smile and swaying up to them, hoping to at least save face in front of the probably freaked out customers. “Hey boys, new around these parts?” Location: New Orleans, LA Outfit: Ride em Cowgirl Music: Fuel by Metallica Notes: Double her fun!

[Henry & Louis Koch]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i55.tinypic.com/14kae0l.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #d3d5db; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] The twins watched the dancer, each with different thoughts running through their heads. Henry was actually considering pulling out some money, but Louis laid a hand on his arm, staying him. They were of the opinion that the tiny girl was a vampire, and they hadn't brought a ton of bills between them to shove into skimpy underwear. Seeing as they planned to stay until the club closed, there was no hurry to spill all their money just yet. Still, she was alluring and exceptionally eyecatching. Both of the twins stiffened when her attitude changed so abruptly and so completely. However, neither of them let it show on their faces just how surprised they were. Henry's gaze gave him away, though, he was startled by the change and wasn't sure how to react when she turned her attention to himself and his brother. No, no he knew what his reaction was. He shifted his chair, putting himself a little further between the girl and his twin. Louis didn't react whatsoever, simply studying her. Henry, who was closer to her, easily pulled a franklin out of his pocket and leaned towards the stripper. He was effectively forcing her to stay on his side of the table and away from his brother, but all of his actions were the proper ones expected of a man confronted by a beautiful, scantily clad woman. "You could say that, yes." He carefully tucked his bill against her hip. "You'd best not linger, sweet thing, or the others will get jealous." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: New Orleans, LA Outfit: Henry is in a leather jacket with sweat pants and a white t-shirt (with boots); Louis is also wearing a leather jacket, but underneath is a simple blue button up and jeans (with boots). Music: None Notes: Their guards are up. Henry's playing the overprotective brother. [/style]

[Whiskey Morgan Kings]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/5l9gf4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 2px solid #151a1f; width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px;, bTable] Smiling that catlike smile, the one that was both mysterious and hinted at her knowing more than one might expect, she placed a hand on Henry’s chest, no longer was she looking at him like one of the clients here but because of what he said she was pretty sure she was dealing with something else. Men didn’t tell her to keep going when she showed them attention; in fact they normally would lean back more and invite her to spend time on their laps. She no longer was looking at the man as just another guy in the club but there was something else going on with him, perhaps another vamp, maybe something else. While her hand moved across his chest, over the fabric of his shirt, she smiled seeing the hidden telling bulges before her eyes flickered over to Louis, studying him a moment, before bringing her lips to Henry’s ear and softly whispering. “Are you packing or are you simply happy to see me?” She already knew the answer to her question but she wanted to give him a chance to explain himself, of course she’d rather it be done privately so she slipped her hand away from the man’s chest and moved back a few steps, eyes flicking to the hallway leading to the back private rooms. “We could always talk about it somewhere more private.” Location: New Orleans, LA Outfit: Ride em Cowgirl Music: Fuel by Metallica Notes: Strip club boys, relax a little