Twenty Minutes Til Showtime! [OPEN]

[Scott Flaurer]

( hey, soul sister )

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Eight. Nine. Ten. Scott took another deep breath, mustering up as much air as he could. He was always nervous when he had to dance up on stage. Actually, the nerves he had always kicked in minutes before, and would often dissipate once he was already up there. Now, he had twenty minutes, and his heart was racing faster. Keep calm, Scott. You've done this countless times, he reminded himself. It was odd, considering that even until now, months after his entry to the employment staff of The Cave, he was still having the pre-performance jitters. Deciding that he needed to calm himself down before he passed out entirely, he made his way to the bar.

Dressed in nothing but a pair of low-cut jeans, sandals, and a rather tight button-down shirt, he made his way to the bar, squeezing himself through the various patrons enjoying themselves. He caught a couple of guests smiling over at him, and as they were all told, they had to smile back. Heck, if possible, they had to flirt even more, just to give them more of a push to the customer. Ignoring a random ass grab by one of the people he had passed by, Scott had finally made his way to the bar. Normally, it'd be Tom, his step-brother, who'd be tending to the drinks, but he never really liked Scott working at The Cave, so whenever he could, he made sure he wasn't around when his brother was dancing.

Smiling over at the familiar face of the bartender, he whisked his fingers, asking for a bottle of beer and a two shots of vodka. Alcohol always calmed him down somehow, and not in the liquid-courage type. He just often felt more calm whenever alcohol would course through his system. It allowed him more time to think and process his thoughts. It was something that he did quite a lot, and over time, he had grown more accustomed to drinking, being able to last quite longer than most people his age. As he downed the shotglass and sucked on a piece of lemon, he felt his elbow hit something solid to his left. Immediately putting the glass down, he apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

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( tag ) O-o-open!
( words ) a bunch
( notes ) open thread is open
( music ) Hey, Soul Sister - Train
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]

[Ilani Runningwolf]

“Jesus Christ, Harry, I wanna go home! You know; the place where all the nice skull and crossbones throw pillows are? Gah, lemme go, you man-fisted crazy person! LEMME…oh wow, he’s pretty. Can I pet him…wait, no, STOP CONFUSING ME!”

For the umpteenth time that night, Ilani yanked her wrist against the hand currently wrapped around it. Harriet ‘Harry’ Delgado- another bounty hunter and one of the few people who could tolerate her loud mouth- just gave her a droll look and continued to drag her down the street. The half naked man that she’d been ogling for the moment, when Harry stopped her from running in the opposite direction, gave them a welcoming little wink.

Ah, gah, she wanted to go home! She wanted to go hug her Evil Kitty plushie, with her cup of ramen noodles and action flick, while ranting about how men suck. There was a REASON why nobody ended up telling Harry their woes! She should have never mentioned how she hadn’t gotten laid in over four months…or that she’d never been to this part of Faraway City, for anything but running in a bounty.

Harry always had a way of attempting to solve her friends’ problems. Usually, it involved a good smack upside the head and a ‘fuckin’ get over it, Nancy!’ but tonight…tonight, she was the lucky one.

She was getting a force-fed tour of the ever famous Cave of Wonders.

“Oh, suck it up, Lani,” Harry said, in an exasperated tone. “You keep whining to me and whining to me…what? You thought I was just gonna nod my head and listen to you every time you call me at four in the morning, to tell me that men are dogs? Just shut up and enjoy the show, okay? You’ll like it.”

Shooting her friend an evil look, the bounty hunter proceeded to pout down at her shoes. “You made me wear a dress. And heels.”

“What the hell do you think you DO when you go out at night? Sorry, but that leather battle suit is NOT super glued to your body.”

Ilani just grumbled, deciding to succumb to her fate, or risk having Harry getting back at her with a private lap dance. Oh gah, she wasn’t a prude, but seriously…she wanted to whine! She LIKED whining! Sure, she came across as a cold fish and would rather smack a guy around than make out in the secluded corner over yonder, but…jeeze, she didn’t know. The only man she had in her life was her partner Johnny, and that’s really all she needed, according to her.

Now, if only she hadn’t managed to blab to Miss Bossy Thong over here. Great, now where were they going…oh thank you, baby Jesus, it was a bar.

She didn’t need anymore urging now; it was her that was pulling Harry toward the bar, and shouldering her way between a group of squawking women. One little glare in their direction had them scuttling toward the other end of the bar.

“Gimme a friggin’ scotch and leave the bottle,” She grumbled at the bartender, practically cradling the thing when it was brought over. But, before she could give it a proper chug, someone put their elbow right smack into her ribcage.

Instinctively, she tilted sideways and managed to knock her head into the poor guy’s shoulder. “AH MY GAH, OW! The abuse tonight, I swear to God,” Rubbing her side, she eyed the guy standing next to her, and his lack of suitable attire.

“You have no shirt,” She pointed out, before her common sense could catch up with a ‘no duh.’ A wry grin slid onto her lips as she eyed the crowd behind them. “Someone steal it from you? ‘Cause I could go beat the crap outta ‘em for you. Believe me; I need the distraction.”




TAGGED:: Scot!
WORDS:: enough
LYRICS BY:: SEX ON FIRE - KINGS OF LEON
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[Scott Flaurer]

( hey, soul sister )

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Naturally, when all he wanted to do was relax and keep calm, something would make him fret even more. It was as though the world was doing it rather deliberately. He looked over to his right to see who it was he had accidentally hit, when his eye caught attention of a girl who seemed a bit uneasy being at the club. After all, who would go to the cave just to order a bottle of scotch and sit alone in a bar? Unless of course she had meant to get drunk or pick up someone from there, but it seemed rather...unlikely? Shaking his head, as though unable to believe what he had just done, he apologized once more, reaching over to make sure she was alright. But when he began moving his hands towards her, he realized how awkward it would have been for him to be touching the body of a girl he hadn't even met two seconds ago. Stopping abruptly, he let his hands fall to his lap, and just smiled at the girl.

She then spoke, her voice rather domineering, causing Scott to focus all his attention on her now. He scratched his head playfully, silently grinning at her at the mention of his lack of clothes. Hadn't she been here before? Well, it seemed that she hadn't, obviously, she wouldn't be too shocked about the naked people walking around. It was then his eyes widened when she mentioned something about beating someone up. Rather frightened, he spoke, "Oh, uh...No. No one stole it from me...I, uh, just don't have one."

It was a stupid response, but what other reason could he have given her? That he liked flaunting his body around in public? He wasn't that ego-centric. Well, he obviously could have said that he worked there, but somehow, it really didn't come across his mind. Then, something rang in his ears, the voice of the girl mentioning that she needed a distraction. Well, that answered the question. But was she...subtly asking him? Scott honestly had no idea, but maybe she was here looking for a good time. No one ever went to the Cave for anything other than a good time. Deciding to take the subtle hint of the girl, he took a vodka shot back, feeling the alcohol course through his system.

Now Scott wasn't much of a talker. He often found himself stuttering in his own words and losing track of what it was he wanted to say. But the management over here at the Cave didn't want to waste the talents of Scott, so they made sure that he knew how to flirt without having to say much. After all, didn't people love the whole mysterious type anyway?

Scott traced his finger across his lips, eyes still locked on the girl, as he wiped the excess vodka, before licking his fingers. He smiled over at her, extending an arm and introducing himself. "I'm Scott, by the way." With his free hand, he ruffled through his hair and stepped closer to the girl, pouring the scotch in an empty glass.

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( tag ) Ilani Runningwolf, open?
( words ) a bunch
( notes ) open thread is open
( music ) Hey, Soul Sister - Train
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]

[Ilani Runningwolf]

With a little snort, she waved off his apologies. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’ve got hit worse than that in my line of work. Just try not to hit one of those blondes over there,” Leaning a bit toward him, she ‘covertly’ pointed at the group of drunken gigglers down the bar. “I think they’d take it as some kind of come-on. Damn, but some of these ladies are scary.”

A happy cat call came from down the bar, and Ilani watched as Harry tried to French the poor bartender. Yep, some of the ladies were definitely scary.

She winced at the poor guy’s fearful expression and managed to stop herself from banging her head on the table. It was so hard to remember that she couldn’t talk the way she normally did, for fear of them taking her sarcastic tone seriously. Bah…she wasn’t really going to beat anyone up, for crying out loud. The half naked guy was giving her a look like she just confessed to eating babies for dinner each night. BAH.

Rubbing at the back of her neck, she gave him a rueful smile and let her shoulders slump in a mock show of disappointment. “Damn. Well, if you do indeed find a shirt and it gets stolen, you just lemme know.”

Yeah, because that didn’t make her sound even more psychotic. For cryin out loud…THIS was why she either meditated in her apartment, or hit the local dive bars between gigs. She really didn’t know how to do any of that ‘socialize’ crap…and, not to mention that her flirtation skills basically ended at ‘hey, you’re kinda hot! Wanna go do the nasty?’

…Then again, given where she was at the moment…nah, she could never do that. The poor people who worked in the Cave were probably hit on by ever Tom, Dick and Drunken Nancy. She wouldn’t be added to those ranks, if her life depended on it.

With a little sigh, she took a chug from her bottle before turning back to Mr. Washboard Abs. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she was tempted to ask him what was so finger-lickin’-good, but shrugged it off. She wasn’t a vodka girl, so she wouldn’t understand anyway.

Taking his hand in a firm shake, she leaned sideways against the bar and offered him a friendly grin. “Hey Scott, I’m Ilani. So…you, er, come here a lot? Please tell me that there’s a hole somewhere in the floor that I can crawl in.”





TAGGED:: Scot!
WORDS:: enough
LYRICS BY:: SEX ON FIRE - KINGS OF LEON
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[Scott Flaurer]

( hey, soul sister )

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Accidentally edited over the post. *grumblemotherfgrumble* Will repost this later on, for archiving purposes.

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( tag ) Ilani Runningwolf, open?
( words ) a bunch
( notes ) open thread is open
( music ) Smooth - Santana Feat. Rob Thomas
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]

[Ilani Runningwolf]

Well, wasn’t this guy nice? He wasn’t open flirting with her, commenting on how her boobs were real-looking, or trying to grab her ass, like most of the dudes in her normal haunts tended to. He just had that semi-frightened look on his face, which she was used to, and politely nodded to her comments.

Wasn’t he such a sweetie? Nice eyes, washboard abs and polite. Now, why didn’t she have the balls to ask him if he wanted to leave? Bah, she swore…Andy Whitfield just ruined her for all men…

When he declared that he was an employee at the Cave, she raised a brow and took another chug of her booze. Well, that certainly made sense, given his lack of attire. But she’d crashed places with…stranger dress codes before, and figured that the ‘no shirt’ thing was a play off the local clientele. Not to mention that if a drunk lady got a load of that body, he’d be getting free drinks for the entire night.

Among other things. Gah, that just made her twitch and want to hide in the bathroom. Why, God? Why?

Setting her bottle back down, she flashed him another grin. “Six times a week, huh? Damn…I think I would’ve quit my first day on the job, if I had to go up on stage and wag my butt. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but…yeek, I couldn’t do it. Now, give me a gun and a wanted poster and I’m all set.” She took another short sip of her bourbon, leaned sideways on the bar and thanked all that was holy that the night hadn’t turned into the awkward mess she’d been scared of.

…And then, Scott’s words managed to sink into her brain, and the floodgates opened. Well, there went THAT thought. Fuck! “Oh, er, private room? NO…ah, I mean, no…eh…see, my friend Harry made me come here tonight ‘cause she thought I was whining too much about how men are stupid and…ooh, licking…” Eyeing her now abused bottle, she felt her eye twitch and managed to pause for a breath before continuing. “And moaning…ARGH, sorry, but no room. No private rooms are necessary, ‘cause I was manhandled here and where I wanna be is home…and here, take my sweater!”

The poor man probably thought her insane, but before her brain could play catch up to whatever was pouring out of her mouth, Ilani proceeded to strip off the sweater Harry had made her wear and draped it over his shoulders.

She was practically a neon sign, she just knew it. She took a step back, forgot that there was a stool behind her, and fell onto it with a low ‘whoof.’ Finally, she managed to realize the intense spray of panic-babble and leaned forward on the bar. Her head went in her hands, an ‘I’m too stupid for words’ laugh tore itself from her throat, and she sighed.

The guy was probably long gone, by now; running off to call one of the bouncers to get rid of the insane person at the bar. Or was he just too shell shocked to know what to do? Glancing up through her hair, she decided on the latter as her eyes became level with those pet-worthy abs. With a groan, she hunched her shoulders in an attempt to sink into the bar.

“You’re still there…of course you are, ‘cause you’re probably afraid I’m gonna jump on the bar and sing ‘I’m so pretty.’ I’m sorry, Scott. I’m…um…yeah. If you call the bouncers, tell ‘em to let my friend Harry know that I’m leaving. Crap. I’m sorry.”






TAGGED:: Scot!
WORDS:: enough
LYRICS BY:: SEX ON FIRE - KINGS OF LEON
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[Jenson Delampe]

Today had been the most boring day in Jenson's long life. He had woken up 2 hours after he had planned because of his stupid copperhead shaped alarm clock. Stupid thing wasn't turned on. He could have sworn that he checked it before he went to sleep! It was part of his nightly routine. He would take his bubble bath, vanilla scented of course. After that, he blow-dries his luscious black wavy hair, humming Gaga while doing so. Then he would make himself a bowl of Fruity Pebbles and nom them while watching Queer As Folk. After yelling at Brian and Justin for being so homosexual, he would ridicule Ian a couple of times, then go to his bedroom, set his clock, and retire for the night. Maybe Ian had messed with it while he was counting sheep. Anywho, he was supposed to be performing a magic show for the orphanage and now that wasn't gonna happen. He was pissed because he was planning to use the kids and turn them into crazy rebels! He would have to wait. On top of all of that, he had no customers for his street magic. Yeah, he could have just forced someone over to him, but what's the fun in that? He just sat there, Ian running around like a crazed parrot. All in all, today sucked...

His day finally ended at the Cave of Wonders. Why he was here, he had no idea. He just needed to relax, take a break from using magic. He was tired! He might look young but he's over 1000 years old! His body didn't want to cooperate sometimes. He felt like a old peddler walking around with a cane and a floor length beard. Sitting down on one of the couches, he looked around, hopefully to see something he liked. Snapping his finger, a light green drink appears in his manicured hands. As he drank, his mouth crept up to form a soft smile. He had grown to love mojitos. As he grinned more, he spotted the guy he was lusting after dancing his cares away. Jenson shifted in his seat, watching the boy move his body to the beat. He licked his lips, eyeing the guy still, letting his gaze fall around the abs that glistened under the spotlight. As he got off the stage and headed to the bar, Jenson smirked. At least the day wouldn't end as shitty as it started. "Time for some fun..."

He giggled, letting his body vanish from the spot it was in, appearing in the back. He was in his Armand get up now. He had on a black wife beater and cut up jeans. As he stepped out, he went behind the bar, showing his signature smile off. As he got to work with his drinks, he noticed the boy talking to some woman who looked like a modern amazon. He cleared his throat, trying to get their attention, though it seemed like they would be focused on each other for a looooong time tonight...

"Can I get you two anything to drink?", Armand in a seductive tone. He wanted Scott and by the end of the night, he would have him...

TAG? Scott and Ilani! I'm jumping in!
WORDS? too lazeh to count.
NOTES? rawrrwarrawr
CREDIT? hey it's SHMEY ! @ caution 2.0

[Scott Flaurer]

( hey, soul sister )

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Scott's laugh and demeanor slowly became rather uneasy when the girl, was it Ilani, when she went from talking about him being up on stage to preferring holding a gun. He was sure she was kidding about that, hopefully, but from what seemed rather apparent was that the girl really felt rather uneasy here. Maybe a little back rub would help, just to ease up the tension. He thought about it, but then went against it.

Scott turned over to the bartender, one that he had encountered before in a spot similar to this one he was in at the moment. He flashed him a smile, leaning over the counter and brushing against his hand, before asking for lemon slices. He grinned at the bartender, winking at him as a thanks before grabbing one of the slices and placing it between his teeth. He sucked the citrus fruit, squinting his eyes and making a face as the juices sprayed in his mouth. Gently placing the shriveled fruit on the counter top, he took another one and offered it to the girl. It was then when she began to freak out abruptly.

She then started giving off excuses as to why she was here. He had definitely heard some of the classic ones before, especially back when he was knew and he wasn't entirely sure what it was he was doing. 'I'm just drunk' or 'My friends dragged me along' or 'This isn't the church'. Turns out that his embarrassment for working a the cave wasn't entirely unreasonable. Just being here seemed to freak normal people out already, anyways. "No one has to know," he cried out, explaining, as though in a matter-of-fact tone.

He caught the sweater that she handed over to him, and he started to raise his eyebrows, wondering what she was doing? Did he do something to upset her? Or maybe he was doing things wrong? He had been told that he had to up his game but he just thought they were just saying that. Maybe he did need to work on it a bit more. It was then when she started to topple, accidentally falling into the barstool rather clumsily. Scott moved his arm, afraid that she was going to fall when she leaned on the bar and threw her hands up.

"No, it's okay. Don't leave yet," he cried out, stepping even closer to the girl, his chest now touching her back. He leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "Relax for a bit." He nodded towards the bartender, asking him to refill her glass, before he placed his arms on her shoulders and gently pressed them against it. "You're very tense, you know?"

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( tag ) Ilani Runningwolf, Jenson, open?
( words ) a bunch
( notes ) open thread is open
( music ) Smooth - Santana Feat. Rob Thomas
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]

[Ilani Runningwolf]

And now, he was touching her. Ah, gah, did the man have ANY sense of self preservation? A girl practically chucks a sweater at his face, after a very sexy offer…and he asks her not to leave? Either he was looking to be really masochistic to himself that night, or…hell, she couldn’t even think of an ‘or.’

‘Relax for a bit,’ he said. Frick, did she even KNOW how to relax? She was a bounty hunter and a shaman’s daughter; she’d never been taught how to sit back and have a cold one…or a warm, muscley one. Dammit, there went her libido again! She was ramrod stiff when she felt his chest against her back, and hated the blush that exploded onto her face.

Ilani Runningwolf, bad ass-ette, was blushing and stammering like a two year old. Oh, if the others could see her now…speaking of which, the first thing on her To Do list was to kill Harry. Then she’d deal with thinking about others…

“I’m only tense because I haven’t slept in two days and you’re just way too hot for me to know how to speak to. Now, let me wallow in self pity and make out with my bourbon.” Reaching over her shoulder, she gave whatever her fingers came in contact with- ah, gah…if that was a pec, she was gonna spontaneously combust- a little pat.

When the bartender spoke up, she just shook her head and glanced at Scott over her shoulder. “I’m good, but get him whatever he wants. Poor guy just had to deal with the Ilani’s Insanity Syndrome and…OH MY GOD.”

Finally looking up to see who she was talking to, the poor bounty hunter’s eyes practically popped out of her head. The guy behind the bar was big, muscled, and…giving the guy behind her a pair of google eyes. Whoof; that definitely made her feel a bit better.

She was never gonna get laid.

“What, is it a requirement for everyone to be super hot in here? Gah, no wonder why it was so hard to get passed the rope. I’m surprised you guys don’t get mobbed by over sexed women every night.”






TAGGED:: Scott, Jenson!
WORDS:: enough
LYRICS BY:: SEX ON FIRE - KINGS OF LEON
CREDIT TO:: RORA AT HOS

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[Scott Flaurer]

( hey, soul sister )

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Scott continued to press hard on her back, moving his hands and rather nimble fingers up and down her backside. Naturally, the employees of the Cave have been taught how to give proper massages, seeing as they tend to stimulate...whatever there was in need of stimulating. With each press, he could practically feel the lumps of tension lingering on her and he had hoped that he could at least help her relax, if she wasn't looking to spend the rest of the night with him. However, as the boy continued to 'release her tension', he was looking over at the rather muscular bartender. He was a sight to behold, and he was making passes over at him. All he could do, however, was smile inconspicuously because he was currently with a potential client. He did make a mental note to start visiting the bar more often.

She then spoke, explaining why she was behaving in such a manner, and he couldn't help but giggle. It was probably because the girl didn't look, in anyway, intimidate-able, and yet, she was all flustered by a simple person like him. It was no wonder she was all wound up, being all sleep deprived. And did she just say that he was too hot? Scott was glad that she wasn't facing him, otherwise, she would have seen how red his face had become.

"That's no fun," he told her, "making out with someone who won't make out back with-" Scott stopped mid-sentence when he felt her hand collide with his pec. They were soft, her hands, even though he would have imagined them to be otherwise. He moved his hand, moving it closer to hers to keep it in place, when she moved it away at once.

Her next statement made Scott chuckle even more. Heck, they were mobbed by overly sexed women all the time. And even moreso, by the men. But her statement, her compliment, made him feel rather good about himself.

A voice from a couple of meters away shouted out at him, "Yo, Seth, you got ten minutes!" He nodded in confirmation, unable to do anything else. Just like that, he wanted to bury himself into the ground. Looks like there really was no escaping. He let go of Ilani's shoulders and took the seat next to her, taking the other vodka shot that he had ordered earlier and downing it in an instant.

Dancing really wasn't that much of an issue with him, if he was being honest. After all, he did it for a living, and it was stupid of him to even get nervous, especially now that he'd been in the industry for quite some time now. It was just that he gets extremely jittery especially from being up on stage with hundreds of eyes all focused on him. The only plus side of it all, no one really knew who he was. He was just that 'hot guy' or 'the dancer' or 'woooah'. But he realized he might as well just enjoy the alcohol while waiting for his time up. Pouring himself some of the Ilani's alcohol on to the used shot glass, he raised it, eyeing the girl, then the bartender, before chugging it back.

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( tag ) Ilani, Jenson!
( words ) a bunch
( notes ) loool
( music ) Smooth - Rob Thomas Feat. Santana
( lyrics ) hey, soul sister by train
( credit ) SUGARSARAH at CAUTION 2.0! [/center][/size][/color]