Post by Adam Byrne on May 24, 2016 8:11:54 GMT
Location: The Pink Pony
Characters: Ethan Adkins, Adam Byrne & entourage, Sam Thompson
A Red Flash: The Pink Pony Gentlemen's Club. It was a name synonymous with the mid-town area, and those coming and going from the airport, looking for a quick good time. The building looked like any other large warehouse might, white washed with little to no windows, and a couple rolling doors near one end. However, the huge sign above the door identified it to anyone who thought to look. That, and the large bright pink canopy over the stairs up to the club's front door. But, if the building didn't scream strip club to you? All you had to do was look for the vinyl wrapped Hummer parked in the parking lot, advertising cheap drinks and beautiful, topless women. The place was well known to locals, and easily found by tourists looking for something a little less PG. Under new management now, the Pink Pony wasn't doing much to change its ways, outside of hiring some new and more trustworthy people, with Network recommendations. Call him paranoid, but he preferred knowing that the people working for him could be trusted. And if those above him vetted them, then he was much more likely to trust them to work for him. The girls, however, were mostly the same. Regulars would complain, otherwise! Not that he wasn't putting out the word that they were always looking for new, beautiful and talented ladies. And, though not as prominently, so handsome dudes, too! Gotta be all inclusive, right? The hot pink and neon purple theme seemed to work its way throughout the building's interior, seeming even more bright and garish against the black and steel of counters, stages, and stripper poles. Neon pink signs reading Pink Pony were visible in multiple places, along with a good sized neon sign of a topless girl with a cowboy hat on, riding that infamous pink pony. Personally, he wasn't a fan of the decor, but you don't fix somethin' that ain't broken!
paradise and sin: Truthfully, the Pony wasn't a place that Adam Byrne frequented. No, he wasn't all for women's rights or any of that bullshit, nor did he think it was a cesspool of disease and debauchery. It just wasn't his scene. It was, however, a damn good place to hold meetings. Why? Because generally anyone who wanted to flap their gums, also didn't want it known they were frequenting this sin bin, so it was easy to come and go and meet with certain individuals without creating any sort of suspicion. After all, everyone was just here to drink and feel on some titties, right? With his boys posted at a table to the left of the stage ( four in total ), he sat at one a little behind them. He wasn't alone, a middle aged man was at the seat beside his; suit wrinkled and tie loose. He looked as if he'd been traveling for days, given the disheveled look about him, and he was speaking frantically close to Adam -- who watched the stage, not the man, with a blank stare on his face. Idly the glass he was sipping out of was brought to his mouth and the room temperature whiskey inside coated his tongue. Tonight would find him in a dressier version of the typical outfit the man wore. Black button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and untucked over a pair of dark washed denim. Black leather casual boots on his feet. Something ticked in his jaw, as if he were annoyed with what the man saidbut he didn't look over at him, just watched the pretty thing on the pole sway and bend. As for his boys? They were all for what was happening on stage -- except for one, a small scrawny looking kid who didn't quite look old enough to be in the place ( and he wasn't ). He was watching the door. For who? Sam Thompson. She'd received a text earlier, unknown number, saying someone was requesting her presence, and the address of the Pony. But knowing that sass machine? She probably wouldn't have the balls to show. How'd he get her number anyway? -d-
Spots on a Peach: -Fuck, the day was a long one...starting a new job while nursing a hangover wasn't the ideal way to go about things, but thankfully...the majority of the day had been spent bounding around town from Restaurant to Restaurant to meet the chefs and cooks that Fish Tales supplied on the regular, all to better understand their needs or some such shit...Sam honestly had a hard time paying attention. Sadly, there was no hands on just yet, since the rest of the time had been spent thumbing through books and making idle small talk with. And then it was quitting time, which left the woman with a handful of choices...considering she'd kinda rocked the boat unintentionally with Adam, over his sister..the Dive was quickly crossed off the list, and since sitting in her motel room or trying to get a healthy bit of sleep seemed boring, it was opted to try something new! One of the loud mouth sioux chefs had been running his non stop and to a perverted extent about some Strip club, and since it was one of the few places Sam hadn't explored yet, why not? Oh yeah, she'd just so happened to have received a random text telling her to show up...who the fuck had her number?! A shower to wash away the musty fried smell of the kitchens, hair, still chopped short enough to pull of a quiff was teased with a bit of gel and then into some fresh clothes...Beach wear, while always fitting in Florida, just wasn't going to do tonight. Flip flops were traded in for a pair of timberlands, board shorts for the black distressed denim of a boyfriend cut pair of jeans and the simplicity of a v-neck replaced by a collared shirt of all things! sure, it was just a black polo but it was far more formal than most of the things she owned. All that was left was to raid the stash of cash for a few hundred bucks before making her way out into the night and towards the gentlemen's club, only to arrive a short while later. If there had been a bounce, ID was flashed and whatever cover charge paid and then right on in to that gaudy sea of pink neon. First stop wasn't perverts row, nor some table outlying the stage...instead the bar, because fuck if she didn't already need a drink!~(D)
A Red Flash: Ethan Adkins. He was the new owner of the Pink Pony, and he took his position much more seriously than you'd think the owner of a titty bar might. See, he came from a position of power. While he'd given that all up when he'd come to Marathon, meaning to live a simpler, safer life with his growing family in tow, the mindset was still there. While he'd never wanted to be a leader, he'd always been the muscle. And, for a time, he was actually both. The Southern man was a good natured one for the most part, though he had a mean streak about as wide as the opposing stubborn one. Something people within the Pony learned within hours, as those who didn't meet his standards were very quickly given the almost literal boot. Dark washed denim and black steel toed boots, paired with a simple black muscle tee that stretched tight across his broad chest and shoulders, was his chosen uniform for the night. He didn't wear a suit, or do anything outlandish, to stand out as the head honcho. It just wasn't his style. Instead, he allowed the heavy twang of his voice to be the distinguishing mark by which those who worked for him would recognize him. Even with music as loud and thumping as it might have been, when he barked out an order, because something wasn't done to his liking? It wasn't missed. For now, though, he was in a much more relaxed state. Unlike the day before, people working for him would easily spot that fact that he was just downright happy. How could he not be, with his beloved finally in town? Nursing a beer casually, dark eyes scanned the club from his place settled onto a stool at the end of the bar.
paradise and sin: "Boss, boss, she's here," the kid leaned back in his seat, twisting around to interrupt the news Adam was receiving. A tattooed hand lifted, gestured the kid fulfill the next part of his duties, and then he finally turned to the man; we'll call him George. "Alright, listen." He shifted, sitting up some and pressing an elbow to the bar, and pointing loosely at the man -- forcing him to sit back some to not get smacked in his creased face with the hand. "Go back to the airports. Get back on a plane. And tell Atlanta that the Founders will have an answer for them, when they get have it." The older man blubbered a little, bringing out a brow arch in the younger -- and over at the bar, Sam would find herself suddenly not alone; the scrawny teen popping up behind her. "C'mon, this way. He's waiting for you. And don't get mouthy, I heard about you already. He just wants to talk." With Byrnie you could never be too sure. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~There was a certain charm to places like this...the music, the sights...hell even the smells made a sinner feel right at home! Sam was quick to perch herself onto a stool. All to quickly she found herself rubberneckin', from dancer to cocktail waitress, and bartender alike...hey, a familiar face! Down at the end of the bar was the dude who'd brought the puppy! And while she hadn't caught his name, was going to have no problem blurting out a question about the dog, had it not been for the sudden appearance of the scraggily kid. Sam reeled back away from him quick but stopped just short of actually pushing him away...did no one in this town believe in personal bubbles?! Slender brow arched at the proclamation, 'He's waiting for you' Far as she knew, outside of the random text, no one would have even had a clue she was here! And now she was expected? It threw up all kinds of red flags, but curiosity killed the cat...and while she could have spouted off some serious of increasingly vulgar words, it was decided best to simply sate it, for her own sake. A little grumble in protest as Sam slipped from her stool and hand extended out towards the club.~ "Well...lead the way then." (D)
A Red Flash: The scrawny kid who'd come in with Adam, while normally too young to even be considered able to come inside, had been allowed without question. When it came to them, there was no cover charge, and drinks were on the house. That was just the way things worked. If he'd thought they were wanted, he'd have sent over a couple girls, too. But it didn't seem like tonight was a night for amusement. All the same, when he recognized the woman who'd been with Adam's sister Molly, the night before? A slight nod was given in greeting, though it didn't seem like she'd be getting that drink she'd likely wanted. Apparently, from the kid's appearance at her side, she was wanted over at that table.While he wouldn't complain if something happened, he honestly hoped he wouldn't have to clean up blood. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of the material of those booths? It was damn near next to impossible! Scrunching his nose a little at the thought, he finished off his beer and then leaned in over the bar, in order to drop the empty bottle into the recycling can.
paradise and sin: Silas looked ready to pop her one should she decided to argue, or ask questions, and it was probably more to ensure he finished this task, rather than because of his disposition. He did have to prove himself, and a whole lot of fucking time to go before he did so, but what would hitting some girl do for him? Not shit, and the fact that he was more than pleased she just agreed, flooded his features and he grinned at her with a front chipped tooth. He lead the way back to Adam's table, where the older man was gathering up his briefcase in a hand. The man in the suit turned to leave, shooting Silas and Sam alike a scathing look before pushing up his glasses and moving past them to head for the exit. He was not happy, but that didn't seem to phase the tattooed man, sprawled in his comfortable seat like a king. Silas gave Sam a lil' nudge with his hand towards the table, peering to Adam -- who nodded, "Go find Lucy. Tell her she owes me one, and it's yours." Nothing like lap dance rewards for a job well done, right? Dark set eyes slid to Sam, watching her as the pink and purple lights of the place played along her form -- though it was her face he kept that unerring gaze on. Then finally, a gesture to the empty seat that had just been vacated. At the same time, he looked to the bar, hoping to garner Ethan's attention -- and wave the man over when he did. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~The ominous tension that hung in the air for the entirety of that short walk was palpable...the fucker just had to tell her not to crack any jokes, it would have gone a long way...However short the walk, it was spent mostly with sea green eyes fixed on stage...who could blame her though, since she didn't have another outlet. Focus didn't find its way back to the matters at hand until the frumpy guy in a suit was scowling, at her! The fuck had she done to him? And again, her tongue was bit...poor thing was probably gonna fall off at this point! But, it was probably for the best, since the next individual she recognized was none other than Adam...how did she keep running into this guy? The nudge to usher her forward earned Silas a glare, pushing her was a fast way to get punched...but the cards were stacked against her, considering the entourage looming close by. It wasn't until Adam sent the kid away that she made any sort of gesture, giving a little shooing motion before finally taking those last few steps round the table and to the chair. Tall dark and brooding was staring intently, which meant Sam was staring right back in an unwavering deadpan...another few seconds and it was to much.~ "So, who talks first, do you talk first? Do I?" ~Some scripted line right out of a movie that had been playing the night before at the motel...topical, but on point.~(D)
A Red Flash: A half cocked smirk tipped his lips as he watched the woman being led over to Adam's table, only for the scrawny kid to go hurrying off soon after, further into the club as if in search of someone. Which, knowing the kind of place the Pony was? Meant he was lookin' for a girl. Likely one who owed Adam for something, which was just none of his damn business. However, when he spotted the inked up man waving him over as well, that smirk only tipped a hair brighter. Deceptively slow, laid back steps carried him through the club and over to Adam's table, where he paused with a thumb hooking into the belt loop of his jeans. He didn't take a seat at the table, simply not assuming he'd been invited to do so. Instead, dark eyes shot to Sam for a moment, before turning back on Adam again. " Ya'll need drinks? Your kid interrupted her order.. " A slight tip of his head was given, as if to clarify that he'd meant Sam. " Though, from last night's look, I'm thinkin' she doesn't need too much more. " Oh, look. That smirk tipped into a grin.
paradise and sin: The Irishman -- because he's always thought himself more that, than the small town Georgia boy his birth would have had him be had fate and a rainy night with too slick roads not intervened and sent him to his grandparents care in Inishrush, and from there to the welcoming arms of the IRA in Belfast -- watched, expressionless. Amusement might have made it's way to the surface at the way she shooed poor Silas away, but he kept it stifled, and just kept his gaze on her face as she took her seat, and finally broke first and spoke up. A quick move, and he sitting up some and leaning over the table so that he wouldn't have to shout. Really, he hated shouting. "Are you thinkin' of tryin'a fuck my sister?" To the point, it seemed. Ethan saw fit to join them, and Adam leaned back a bit, a brow lifting as the man began to speak -- calling Silas his kid, and making jokes. A slight squint of his left eye, and back to Sam. "I'd advise against it. Saint, she is. Missionary, even. Helpin' out the little children and abused women 'round the world. You'll find yerself failing at getting in those particular pants, so I'll save ya the trouble here. She's not the one. If you want one though, we can get ya one. Pick one, any one. She'll be yours." It almost sounded as if he meant to buy her a hooker. That was not however his intentions, no matter how it sounded. "I was also wonderin' if you might be willin'a do a little thing for me, and Esteban." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Hands were neatly folded over the top of one another on the table in plain view, mostly just to keep herself from shoving them into her pockets, it was a closed off look...not to mention she was carrying a knife and didn't want to go do something stupid like fiddling around with it to keep herself occupied and risk giving off a mixed signal, not when they were being so civil like! The blunt nature of the question left her a little dumbfounded, subconsciously left her grinning ear to ear...a look she had to forcefully wash away for a more stern expression.~ "...No, I aint trying to fuck your sister." ~All this was over that?!~ "Don't get me wrong, She's cute...despite what you might not want people to think about....but I'd never force myself on someone, and certainly not her...she's...she's bubbly man, sees the whole world through rose colored glasses. That's why I lied." ~A little shrug was given, sparing a quick glance to Ethan who'd come over to join them...bottom lip did pout out a bit though, no puppy! And then it was right back to Adam.~ "She idolizes you...you know. I'm certainly not gonna be the one to destroy that perception.." ~Hands even slipped free of one another and were thrown up in a dismissive gesture.~ "Even told her you probably just worked with Max on the boat when she started asking questions." ~Now, Sam didn't exactly know specifics about Adam, but she knew enough that a shot in the dark wouldn't have been that far off the mark.~ "But no, if your Sister isn't interested in girls, I'm not gonna try and get in her pants. But, she is desperate for friends, people her own age, girls to pal around with ya know?" ~It hadn't been verbatim, but that was the jest of what she got out of Molly's drunken ramblings~ "Favor?...sure, why not." (D)
A Red Flash: Since neither of them had answered him, much less invited him to sit down with them, he simply relaxed back on his heels a little. Thick arms were crossed over his chest, looking more a bouncer in that black muscle shirt, than he did a business owner. Especially considering he'd shaved his hair short again, not too much longer after he'd gotten into town. It was too damn hot here, for that thick near black hair he'd been growing back out. As much as he knew Lennox adored it, it just wasn't worth the hassle. Not for him, at least. As it was, the a/c in their new home was almost constantly running now that she was there, and he'd gone out of his way to make sure she knew where the
A Red Flash: elevator was, how to use it, and that the kitchen was well stocked with pregnant lady snacks. Because, coming home to a hangry pregnant woman? So not a good time.
paradise and sin: A frown had deepened at his mouth some while Sam spoke -- she wasn't telling him anything new about Molly, not at all. His sister was as easy to read as a book, if you knew the right language and Adam certainly did. "She's no stranger to this," he stated when she spoke of not destroying the way Molly saw him. There was a long and deep history there on that regard. "Then give her that. Just remember, that girl is the most important thing in this world to me, and I'll expect that you treat her as such, and protect her as such too." With Sam agreeing to the favor, and Ethan still standing there, Adam turned his sights back on the man. "Ethan, this is Sam. She's free to come and go, and do her business here how she sees fit, and with who she wants. No questions." That being said, he shifted his attention back to Sam. "Y'know, I don't work with Max on any boat, right? There's a few particular .. vices .. in the world, and there are some of us who are willing to provide them. I think you've an idea, and with you're newfound position at the butcher counter, you might find yourself with a good deal of opportunity to help us sell some product, as well as here at the Pony." -d-
Spots on a Peach: "Right, that's why..." ~Sam could only shake her head, Either Molly was naive about the ways of the world, or so wrapped up in her own perception of her brother that she refused to see him in any other light. Sam was all to happy move off the topic of their little arrangement.~ "I dont got a problem with protecting Molly, so long as you dont got a problem with me hangin' out with her." ~It was always safe to cover her bases right? And with that little tidbit out of the way, she finally glanced back to Ethan who seemed to be in his own little world...okay, she'd waited long enough.~ "No puppy tonight?" ~Not like a strip club was the best place for a puppy, it would have been far to big a magnet for the strippers. With the burning question out of the way, it was right back to Adam and to business apparently.~ "yeah, I kinda figure you dont work on a boat."~ Lie of convenience Molly seemed happy enough to take hook line and sinker. Form shifted a little in her chair when her own suspicious were more or less confirmed, which left her grinning again, hand even swatted down on the table~ "shoulda bet." ~The comment was mostly meant for herself. And now it was more or less a proposal, and Sam was all ears.~ "...so, what are we talkin' cause the way some of those fat fucks talked at the restaurant, whoever pulls the strings around here move a lot of stuff...and I dont wanna mess with no Meth." ~Tweakrs were usually unpredictable~(D)
A Red Flash: When Adam spoke up, officially introducing him to the inked woman, he offered her a faint nod of greeting. Same as before, when he'd been seated back at the bar. As for the orders that she be allowed to come and go, and do whatever she wanted, no questions asked? A single shoulder was lifted in a faint shrug, before he was casually lifting a hand to catch the attention of the bouncer at the front door. When the huge man looked his way, he nodded slightly towards Sam. That was really all it took, considering he liked to run a pretty tight ship. She would be allowed in without cover charge, or questions, from now on. And, considering the fact that her beeline had taken her to the bar,she'd also have drinks on the house. While she might have thought he was off in his own world, he'd actually been listening very closely to what was going on. Call it a long entrenched habit. So, when he did speak up, it was simple and to the point. " Drinks and girls are on the house, jus' remember t' tip if you want 'em to be nice. "
paradise and sin: Sam's need for clarification on no problems earned her a pull of a grin at the corner of his mouth, and his palms came up in consent to that. He dropped back in his seat some with his shoulders; broad frame dwarfing the comfort of the chair. A brow rose when she smacked the table, but he made no move to question her betting habits, or lack there of. Her question had him making a face that knitted his brows and sneered his lip. "Fuck no, that's child's play down here. Any fuckin' geek can cook. We don't. The product comes from the south, a high quality that you can't get in the States. Coke. H. A good bit of narcotics, though those come from the north by way of plane, and Europe." A slight bit of movement to his left saw Silas coming back from where he'd disappeared, his young face a lit with a grin that stretched ear to ear, and he dropped down with the rest of the men at the next table -- looking more and more like he didn't belong among the gym rats. "The typical party drugs, yeah, but that's just the small stuff. Not to worry on the crystal though. We let the rest of Flordia keep that crazy. There is .. one thing though, girl. You'll be answerin' directly to Tomas." There was always something, wasn't there? Ethan had only given a shrug, not talking now when he should have -- considering he'd come up chatty. When he spoke up, Adam shifted some. "All well and good, but I need a verbal sign you've acknowledge what the fuck I said, rather than shruggin' your indifference to business." One might take a shrug as just that. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~With those magic words, Ethen earned the whole of Sam's focus again, did she hear him right? Man, that was like giving the keys to the candy store to a child.~ "Oh, dont you fret about your girls none. I always tip" ~Innuendo, in the midst of a serious conversation...it was Sam after all. But, at least she knew well enough to treat service personal well, always tip big, especially when you were a regular. The budding question about getting the blondes name that had been on stage when she'd first come in was put on the back burner because Adam started to elaborate. And while it should have been surprising, Sam pearly arched a brow, fuck if they weren't connected. Pills were all well and good, molly would be an easy sell to the tourists, along with the pain meds, it seemed to be the drug of choice for the new generation, but eventually the moved on to Heroin, it seemed the network had that covered too.~ "Whats the-" ~The sudden peaked interest went flat real fast and shoulders stooped.~ "Tomas? Like...Tomas Tomas?" ~There was always a fuckin' catch, the guy couldn't take a joke and Sam had trouble keepin' them to herself. ~ "He'll treat me fair? Considering we have a past..." ~Even if Tomas didn't give two shits about the little run in that Sam had obsessed over for days, she needed to know she wasn't setting herself up to fail~(D)
A Red Flash: When Adam gave him shit about being indifferent to business, his face darkened for a moment, that half smirk dipping into the dangerous territory of a scowl. But, not quite. More a dark neutral, than anything. " Of course I do, Adam. I didn't feel the need t' interrupt, any more than I did. It's already taken care of, same as with any others you send my way. " He was friendly to a point, and chatty just as much. But he wasn't talking, just to hear himself talk. He'd tried to be friendly when he'd come over, and he'd been shut down. So, he simply remained to listen. After all, he might have worked under Adam, on the Network's front, but the Pink Pony was his business. That meant, he needed to know what the hell was going on, under his nose. With Sam's focus on him for a brief moment, commenting on his girls, he nodded a little. So far, he actually liked her, much more than Adam. But, you weren't always meant to like your boss. " His name is Jasper, by the way.. An' he's at home with my woman. When you're done here, come talk to me. "
paradise and sin: "Tomas Tomas," Adam confirmed, canting his head some to grin at Sam again. Ohh, was this going to be fun. "I think you'll find him fair, 'long as you prove yourself valuable to the man. Which I've a feeling you can do just fine." It was back to Ethan, with a slow turn of his head as the man's face gave himself away. Didn't like that, did he? "You'll find there's a good bit of difference between acknowledging and interrupting and I'd suggest you quickly learn what that is." The drink still on the table was lifted, the small amount of contents left drained, and hadn't Ethan asked about drinks a bit ago? "Be a love and fetch us another?" Empty tumbler met the table top, and he nudged it closer to the edge, dismissive. The man was new around here, Adam would let things slide -- once -- and not again. The Pony might be Ethan's business, but he'd find he had little power actually behind it. Just the way of things when you let the Network sink it's claws in. To Sam, "Find Tomas tomorrow, more than like they'll know where to direct you if you ask at the Dive." His head turned then. "Oh, and Adkins? Whatever Sam wants." Dark eyes brimmed with the amusement he rarely let show, and he gave a gesture with his head to send the man off. "The two of you can come up with the particulars on the contract for your employment with the Network. He may have you meet with Max, too, just fair warnin'. Valentine deals with the drugs. I deal with the money. The girls. And the blood." He looked downright proud of that last bit. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Selling shit wasn't entirely something new for Sam, she'd managed to make herself the main connection in High school, and while for the most part it just meant having good weed, or getting her hands on adderall, along with the
occasional eight ball of coke, surely this couldn't have been all that different. Sam was just turning back to Address Ethan about his puppers, whom she had a name for, when Adam snapped at the man...it had her sinking just a little in her chair. All she wanted to do was tell these people to lighten up, but all she seemed to be able to do was find herself deeper and deeper in bed with the city. ~ "Well, Tomas wont have no problem about me makin' money. I'm sure you've seen...I'm good at being everywhere." ~Another sage nod before splitting a look between the two of them~ "Well, as much as I'd like to drink here with y'all...working with sharp pointy things without sleeping and while hungover doesn't sound like the best of ideas." ~She was rather attached to all her fingers after all! Still, it wasn't as if she popped right up, was she actually waiting for Adam to send her on her way? A smile was flashed to Ethan despite the verbal lashing, Sam was still just as eager to meet Jasper, even find out more about the guy since he owned the place, she was gonna be selling here after all. Sea green pools went to back to Adam and gave a little roll.~ "Oh, but I don't like my girls bloody at all. Just pink and warm in the center." ~One last quip, medium rare to hopefully clear the air~(D)
A Red Flash: Oh, his face might have given away that he didn't like being spoken to so rudely, but he had better control over himself than you might think. Otherwise, he'd have smashed Adam's face in, and then dealt with the consequences. But, he didn't. Instead, he simply accepted the man's words with another of those subtle nods. However, when Adam spoke up again? It took all he had, not to let those fists form as they wanted to. Especially when he nudged the tumbler across the table towards him, as a means to dismiss him. Instead of taking it, or the tumbler, he simply offered the man one of those deceptively charming little smiles. One that wasn't quite as real, as the one Sam would get, when she excused herself, instead. " I pay pretty women for that, Adam. I'll have a drink sent over. " Otherwise known as, bitch, I ain't your Love. But, he was so damn polite about it! Turning to walk away from the table and back towards the bar, he would clearly be seen talking to the bar tender, a faint motion made back towards the table he'd come from. Not only that, but he was very clearly pointing out Sam, even as she made her way out for the night.
paradise and sin: Sam made her leave, with a parting quip that actually had a low rumble of a laugh lifting from his chest -- an impossible feat if you asked some. He watched her depart from the table, only turning his eyes back to Ethan when the man spoke again. He might be offering shit smiles, but there was no hiding tension in a man if you knew where to look for it. A proud man, Ethan Adkins. Oh, Adam knew his background, where he'd come from and how he'd imagined himself some small town king. But this wasn't that small town. Before Ethan had even walked away, Adam was leaning over in his chair some to tap one of his men on the shoulder -- pointedly ignoring Ethan's big man walk away in favor of speaking directly into the ear of the man who tipped his chair back to listen. Ethan was already at the bar, and talking to one of those pretty women he paid to direct her back to the table with his drink, and the rest he'd come in with were all standing and heading towards the door; familiar with the staff that worked there, so far as getting pouts and kisses from the girls and exchanging bullshit with the bouncers. It wasn't until the girl Ethan sent was halfway to the table that Adam stood; stretching a shoulder some, and he too took his leave without bothering to stay for the drink that she'd taken the time to pour and bring. But here's where the fun parts came in. Ethan may have thought he got away with something -- maybe he thought he won, or maybe he was already preparing himself for some kind of blowback that might come later, who knows. It was going to come sooner -- because by the morning? That very pretty girl was going to be found propped against the front door of the Pony, her face beaten to nearly unrecognizable. Even more, did you know that if only three of four tires are slashed, the insurance won't pay for it? Two on the drivers, and the back passenger on that truck parked out front -- or wherever it might have ended up for the night, left with gaping holes. -d-
Characters: Ethan Adkins, Adam Byrne & entourage, Sam Thompson
A Red Flash: The Pink Pony Gentlemen's Club. It was a name synonymous with the mid-town area, and those coming and going from the airport, looking for a quick good time. The building looked like any other large warehouse might, white washed with little to no windows, and a couple rolling doors near one end. However, the huge sign above the door identified it to anyone who thought to look. That, and the large bright pink canopy over the stairs up to the club's front door. But, if the building didn't scream strip club to you? All you had to do was look for the vinyl wrapped Hummer parked in the parking lot, advertising cheap drinks and beautiful, topless women. The place was well known to locals, and easily found by tourists looking for something a little less PG. Under new management now, the Pink Pony wasn't doing much to change its ways, outside of hiring some new and more trustworthy people, with Network recommendations. Call him paranoid, but he preferred knowing that the people working for him could be trusted. And if those above him vetted them, then he was much more likely to trust them to work for him. The girls, however, were mostly the same. Regulars would complain, otherwise! Not that he wasn't putting out the word that they were always looking for new, beautiful and talented ladies. And, though not as prominently, so handsome dudes, too! Gotta be all inclusive, right? The hot pink and neon purple theme seemed to work its way throughout the building's interior, seeming even more bright and garish against the black and steel of counters, stages, and stripper poles. Neon pink signs reading Pink Pony were visible in multiple places, along with a good sized neon sign of a topless girl with a cowboy hat on, riding that infamous pink pony. Personally, he wasn't a fan of the decor, but you don't fix somethin' that ain't broken!
paradise and sin: Truthfully, the Pony wasn't a place that Adam Byrne frequented. No, he wasn't all for women's rights or any of that bullshit, nor did he think it was a cesspool of disease and debauchery. It just wasn't his scene. It was, however, a damn good place to hold meetings. Why? Because generally anyone who wanted to flap their gums, also didn't want it known they were frequenting this sin bin, so it was easy to come and go and meet with certain individuals without creating any sort of suspicion. After all, everyone was just here to drink and feel on some titties, right? With his boys posted at a table to the left of the stage ( four in total ), he sat at one a little behind them. He wasn't alone, a middle aged man was at the seat beside his; suit wrinkled and tie loose. He looked as if he'd been traveling for days, given the disheveled look about him, and he was speaking frantically close to Adam -- who watched the stage, not the man, with a blank stare on his face. Idly the glass he was sipping out of was brought to his mouth and the room temperature whiskey inside coated his tongue. Tonight would find him in a dressier version of the typical outfit the man wore. Black button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and untucked over a pair of dark washed denim. Black leather casual boots on his feet. Something ticked in his jaw, as if he were annoyed with what the man saidbut he didn't look over at him, just watched the pretty thing on the pole sway and bend. As for his boys? They were all for what was happening on stage -- except for one, a small scrawny looking kid who didn't quite look old enough to be in the place ( and he wasn't ). He was watching the door. For who? Sam Thompson. She'd received a text earlier, unknown number, saying someone was requesting her presence, and the address of the Pony. But knowing that sass machine? She probably wouldn't have the balls to show. How'd he get her number anyway? -d-
Spots on a Peach: -Fuck, the day was a long one...starting a new job while nursing a hangover wasn't the ideal way to go about things, but thankfully...the majority of the day had been spent bounding around town from Restaurant to Restaurant to meet the chefs and cooks that Fish Tales supplied on the regular, all to better understand their needs or some such shit...Sam honestly had a hard time paying attention. Sadly, there was no hands on just yet, since the rest of the time had been spent thumbing through books and making idle small talk with. And then it was quitting time, which left the woman with a handful of choices...considering she'd kinda rocked the boat unintentionally with Adam, over his sister..the Dive was quickly crossed off the list, and since sitting in her motel room or trying to get a healthy bit of sleep seemed boring, it was opted to try something new! One of the loud mouth sioux chefs had been running his non stop and to a perverted extent about some Strip club, and since it was one of the few places Sam hadn't explored yet, why not? Oh yeah, she'd just so happened to have received a random text telling her to show up...who the fuck had her number?! A shower to wash away the musty fried smell of the kitchens, hair, still chopped short enough to pull of a quiff was teased with a bit of gel and then into some fresh clothes...Beach wear, while always fitting in Florida, just wasn't going to do tonight. Flip flops were traded in for a pair of timberlands, board shorts for the black distressed denim of a boyfriend cut pair of jeans and the simplicity of a v-neck replaced by a collared shirt of all things! sure, it was just a black polo but it was far more formal than most of the things she owned. All that was left was to raid the stash of cash for a few hundred bucks before making her way out into the night and towards the gentlemen's club, only to arrive a short while later. If there had been a bounce, ID was flashed and whatever cover charge paid and then right on in to that gaudy sea of pink neon. First stop wasn't perverts row, nor some table outlying the stage...instead the bar, because fuck if she didn't already need a drink!~(D)
A Red Flash: Ethan Adkins. He was the new owner of the Pink Pony, and he took his position much more seriously than you'd think the owner of a titty bar might. See, he came from a position of power. While he'd given that all up when he'd come to Marathon, meaning to live a simpler, safer life with his growing family in tow, the mindset was still there. While he'd never wanted to be a leader, he'd always been the muscle. And, for a time, he was actually both. The Southern man was a good natured one for the most part, though he had a mean streak about as wide as the opposing stubborn one. Something people within the Pony learned within hours, as those who didn't meet his standards were very quickly given the almost literal boot. Dark washed denim and black steel toed boots, paired with a simple black muscle tee that stretched tight across his broad chest and shoulders, was his chosen uniform for the night. He didn't wear a suit, or do anything outlandish, to stand out as the head honcho. It just wasn't his style. Instead, he allowed the heavy twang of his voice to be the distinguishing mark by which those who worked for him would recognize him. Even with music as loud and thumping as it might have been, when he barked out an order, because something wasn't done to his liking? It wasn't missed. For now, though, he was in a much more relaxed state. Unlike the day before, people working for him would easily spot that fact that he was just downright happy. How could he not be, with his beloved finally in town? Nursing a beer casually, dark eyes scanned the club from his place settled onto a stool at the end of the bar.
paradise and sin: "Boss, boss, she's here," the kid leaned back in his seat, twisting around to interrupt the news Adam was receiving. A tattooed hand lifted, gestured the kid fulfill the next part of his duties, and then he finally turned to the man; we'll call him George. "Alright, listen." He shifted, sitting up some and pressing an elbow to the bar, and pointing loosely at the man -- forcing him to sit back some to not get smacked in his creased face with the hand. "Go back to the airports. Get back on a plane. And tell Atlanta that the Founders will have an answer for them, when they get have it." The older man blubbered a little, bringing out a brow arch in the younger -- and over at the bar, Sam would find herself suddenly not alone; the scrawny teen popping up behind her. "C'mon, this way. He's waiting for you. And don't get mouthy, I heard about you already. He just wants to talk." With Byrnie you could never be too sure. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~There was a certain charm to places like this...the music, the sights...hell even the smells made a sinner feel right at home! Sam was quick to perch herself onto a stool. All to quickly she found herself rubberneckin', from dancer to cocktail waitress, and bartender alike...hey, a familiar face! Down at the end of the bar was the dude who'd brought the puppy! And while she hadn't caught his name, was going to have no problem blurting out a question about the dog, had it not been for the sudden appearance of the scraggily kid. Sam reeled back away from him quick but stopped just short of actually pushing him away...did no one in this town believe in personal bubbles?! Slender brow arched at the proclamation, 'He's waiting for you' Far as she knew, outside of the random text, no one would have even had a clue she was here! And now she was expected? It threw up all kinds of red flags, but curiosity killed the cat...and while she could have spouted off some serious of increasingly vulgar words, it was decided best to simply sate it, for her own sake. A little grumble in protest as Sam slipped from her stool and hand extended out towards the club.~ "Well...lead the way then." (D)
A Red Flash: The scrawny kid who'd come in with Adam, while normally too young to even be considered able to come inside, had been allowed without question. When it came to them, there was no cover charge, and drinks were on the house. That was just the way things worked. If he'd thought they were wanted, he'd have sent over a couple girls, too. But it didn't seem like tonight was a night for amusement. All the same, when he recognized the woman who'd been with Adam's sister Molly, the night before? A slight nod was given in greeting, though it didn't seem like she'd be getting that drink she'd likely wanted. Apparently, from the kid's appearance at her side, she was wanted over at that table.While he wouldn't complain if something happened, he honestly hoped he wouldn't have to clean up blood. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get blood out of the material of those booths? It was damn near next to impossible! Scrunching his nose a little at the thought, he finished off his beer and then leaned in over the bar, in order to drop the empty bottle into the recycling can.
paradise and sin: Silas looked ready to pop her one should she decided to argue, or ask questions, and it was probably more to ensure he finished this task, rather than because of his disposition. He did have to prove himself, and a whole lot of fucking time to go before he did so, but what would hitting some girl do for him? Not shit, and the fact that he was more than pleased she just agreed, flooded his features and he grinned at her with a front chipped tooth. He lead the way back to Adam's table, where the older man was gathering up his briefcase in a hand. The man in the suit turned to leave, shooting Silas and Sam alike a scathing look before pushing up his glasses and moving past them to head for the exit. He was not happy, but that didn't seem to phase the tattooed man, sprawled in his comfortable seat like a king. Silas gave Sam a lil' nudge with his hand towards the table, peering to Adam -- who nodded, "Go find Lucy. Tell her she owes me one, and it's yours." Nothing like lap dance rewards for a job well done, right? Dark set eyes slid to Sam, watching her as the pink and purple lights of the place played along her form -- though it was her face he kept that unerring gaze on. Then finally, a gesture to the empty seat that had just been vacated. At the same time, he looked to the bar, hoping to garner Ethan's attention -- and wave the man over when he did. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~The ominous tension that hung in the air for the entirety of that short walk was palpable...the fucker just had to tell her not to crack any jokes, it would have gone a long way...However short the walk, it was spent mostly with sea green eyes fixed on stage...who could blame her though, since she didn't have another outlet. Focus didn't find its way back to the matters at hand until the frumpy guy in a suit was scowling, at her! The fuck had she done to him? And again, her tongue was bit...poor thing was probably gonna fall off at this point! But, it was probably for the best, since the next individual she recognized was none other than Adam...how did she keep running into this guy? The nudge to usher her forward earned Silas a glare, pushing her was a fast way to get punched...but the cards were stacked against her, considering the entourage looming close by. It wasn't until Adam sent the kid away that she made any sort of gesture, giving a little shooing motion before finally taking those last few steps round the table and to the chair. Tall dark and brooding was staring intently, which meant Sam was staring right back in an unwavering deadpan...another few seconds and it was to much.~ "So, who talks first, do you talk first? Do I?" ~Some scripted line right out of a movie that had been playing the night before at the motel...topical, but on point.~(D)
A Red Flash: A half cocked smirk tipped his lips as he watched the woman being led over to Adam's table, only for the scrawny kid to go hurrying off soon after, further into the club as if in search of someone. Which, knowing the kind of place the Pony was? Meant he was lookin' for a girl. Likely one who owed Adam for something, which was just none of his damn business. However, when he spotted the inked up man waving him over as well, that smirk only tipped a hair brighter. Deceptively slow, laid back steps carried him through the club and over to Adam's table, where he paused with a thumb hooking into the belt loop of his jeans. He didn't take a seat at the table, simply not assuming he'd been invited to do so. Instead, dark eyes shot to Sam for a moment, before turning back on Adam again. " Ya'll need drinks? Your kid interrupted her order.. " A slight tip of his head was given, as if to clarify that he'd meant Sam. " Though, from last night's look, I'm thinkin' she doesn't need too much more. " Oh, look. That smirk tipped into a grin.
paradise and sin: The Irishman -- because he's always thought himself more that, than the small town Georgia boy his birth would have had him be had fate and a rainy night with too slick roads not intervened and sent him to his grandparents care in Inishrush, and from there to the welcoming arms of the IRA in Belfast -- watched, expressionless. Amusement might have made it's way to the surface at the way she shooed poor Silas away, but he kept it stifled, and just kept his gaze on her face as she took her seat, and finally broke first and spoke up. A quick move, and he sitting up some and leaning over the table so that he wouldn't have to shout. Really, he hated shouting. "Are you thinkin' of tryin'a fuck my sister?" To the point, it seemed. Ethan saw fit to join them, and Adam leaned back a bit, a brow lifting as the man began to speak -- calling Silas his kid, and making jokes. A slight squint of his left eye, and back to Sam. "I'd advise against it. Saint, she is. Missionary, even. Helpin' out the little children and abused women 'round the world. You'll find yerself failing at getting in those particular pants, so I'll save ya the trouble here. She's not the one. If you want one though, we can get ya one. Pick one, any one. She'll be yours." It almost sounded as if he meant to buy her a hooker. That was not however his intentions, no matter how it sounded. "I was also wonderin' if you might be willin'a do a little thing for me, and Esteban." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Hands were neatly folded over the top of one another on the table in plain view, mostly just to keep herself from shoving them into her pockets, it was a closed off look...not to mention she was carrying a knife and didn't want to go do something stupid like fiddling around with it to keep herself occupied and risk giving off a mixed signal, not when they were being so civil like! The blunt nature of the question left her a little dumbfounded, subconsciously left her grinning ear to ear...a look she had to forcefully wash away for a more stern expression.~ "...No, I aint trying to fuck your sister." ~All this was over that?!~ "Don't get me wrong, She's cute...despite what you might not want people to think about....but I'd never force myself on someone, and certainly not her...she's...she's bubbly man, sees the whole world through rose colored glasses. That's why I lied." ~A little shrug was given, sparing a quick glance to Ethan who'd come over to join them...bottom lip did pout out a bit though, no puppy! And then it was right back to Adam.~ "She idolizes you...you know. I'm certainly not gonna be the one to destroy that perception.." ~Hands even slipped free of one another and were thrown up in a dismissive gesture.~ "Even told her you probably just worked with Max on the boat when she started asking questions." ~Now, Sam didn't exactly know specifics about Adam, but she knew enough that a shot in the dark wouldn't have been that far off the mark.~ "But no, if your Sister isn't interested in girls, I'm not gonna try and get in her pants. But, she is desperate for friends, people her own age, girls to pal around with ya know?" ~It hadn't been verbatim, but that was the jest of what she got out of Molly's drunken ramblings~ "Favor?...sure, why not." (D)
A Red Flash: Since neither of them had answered him, much less invited him to sit down with them, he simply relaxed back on his heels a little. Thick arms were crossed over his chest, looking more a bouncer in that black muscle shirt, than he did a business owner. Especially considering he'd shaved his hair short again, not too much longer after he'd gotten into town. It was too damn hot here, for that thick near black hair he'd been growing back out. As much as he knew Lennox adored it, it just wasn't worth the hassle. Not for him, at least. As it was, the a/c in their new home was almost constantly running now that she was there, and he'd gone out of his way to make sure she knew where the
A Red Flash: elevator was, how to use it, and that the kitchen was well stocked with pregnant lady snacks. Because, coming home to a hangry pregnant woman? So not a good time.
paradise and sin: A frown had deepened at his mouth some while Sam spoke -- she wasn't telling him anything new about Molly, not at all. His sister was as easy to read as a book, if you knew the right language and Adam certainly did. "She's no stranger to this," he stated when she spoke of not destroying the way Molly saw him. There was a long and deep history there on that regard. "Then give her that. Just remember, that girl is the most important thing in this world to me, and I'll expect that you treat her as such, and protect her as such too." With Sam agreeing to the favor, and Ethan still standing there, Adam turned his sights back on the man. "Ethan, this is Sam. She's free to come and go, and do her business here how she sees fit, and with who she wants. No questions." That being said, he shifted his attention back to Sam. "Y'know, I don't work with Max on any boat, right? There's a few particular .. vices .. in the world, and there are some of us who are willing to provide them. I think you've an idea, and with you're newfound position at the butcher counter, you might find yourself with a good deal of opportunity to help us sell some product, as well as here at the Pony." -d-
Spots on a Peach: "Right, that's why..." ~Sam could only shake her head, Either Molly was naive about the ways of the world, or so wrapped up in her own perception of her brother that she refused to see him in any other light. Sam was all to happy move off the topic of their little arrangement.~ "I dont got a problem with protecting Molly, so long as you dont got a problem with me hangin' out with her." ~It was always safe to cover her bases right? And with that little tidbit out of the way, she finally glanced back to Ethan who seemed to be in his own little world...okay, she'd waited long enough.~ "No puppy tonight?" ~Not like a strip club was the best place for a puppy, it would have been far to big a magnet for the strippers. With the burning question out of the way, it was right back to Adam and to business apparently.~ "yeah, I kinda figure you dont work on a boat."~ Lie of convenience Molly seemed happy enough to take hook line and sinker. Form shifted a little in her chair when her own suspicious were more or less confirmed, which left her grinning again, hand even swatted down on the table~ "shoulda bet." ~The comment was mostly meant for herself. And now it was more or less a proposal, and Sam was all ears.~ "...so, what are we talkin' cause the way some of those fat fucks talked at the restaurant, whoever pulls the strings around here move a lot of stuff...and I dont wanna mess with no Meth." ~Tweakrs were usually unpredictable~(D)
A Red Flash: When Adam spoke up, officially introducing him to the inked woman, he offered her a faint nod of greeting. Same as before, when he'd been seated back at the bar. As for the orders that she be allowed to come and go, and do whatever she wanted, no questions asked? A single shoulder was lifted in a faint shrug, before he was casually lifting a hand to catch the attention of the bouncer at the front door. When the huge man looked his way, he nodded slightly towards Sam. That was really all it took, considering he liked to run a pretty tight ship. She would be allowed in without cover charge, or questions, from now on. And, considering the fact that her beeline had taken her to the bar,she'd also have drinks on the house. While she might have thought he was off in his own world, he'd actually been listening very closely to what was going on. Call it a long entrenched habit. So, when he did speak up, it was simple and to the point. " Drinks and girls are on the house, jus' remember t' tip if you want 'em to be nice. "
paradise and sin: Sam's need for clarification on no problems earned her a pull of a grin at the corner of his mouth, and his palms came up in consent to that. He dropped back in his seat some with his shoulders; broad frame dwarfing the comfort of the chair. A brow rose when she smacked the table, but he made no move to question her betting habits, or lack there of. Her question had him making a face that knitted his brows and sneered his lip. "Fuck no, that's child's play down here. Any fuckin' geek can cook. We don't. The product comes from the south, a high quality that you can't get in the States. Coke. H. A good bit of narcotics, though those come from the north by way of plane, and Europe." A slight bit of movement to his left saw Silas coming back from where he'd disappeared, his young face a lit with a grin that stretched ear to ear, and he dropped down with the rest of the men at the next table -- looking more and more like he didn't belong among the gym rats. "The typical party drugs, yeah, but that's just the small stuff. Not to worry on the crystal though. We let the rest of Flordia keep that crazy. There is .. one thing though, girl. You'll be answerin' directly to Tomas." There was always something, wasn't there? Ethan had only given a shrug, not talking now when he should have -- considering he'd come up chatty. When he spoke up, Adam shifted some. "All well and good, but I need a verbal sign you've acknowledge what the fuck I said, rather than shruggin' your indifference to business." One might take a shrug as just that. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~With those magic words, Ethen earned the whole of Sam's focus again, did she hear him right? Man, that was like giving the keys to the candy store to a child.~ "Oh, dont you fret about your girls none. I always tip" ~Innuendo, in the midst of a serious conversation...it was Sam after all. But, at least she knew well enough to treat service personal well, always tip big, especially when you were a regular. The budding question about getting the blondes name that had been on stage when she'd first come in was put on the back burner because Adam started to elaborate. And while it should have been surprising, Sam pearly arched a brow, fuck if they weren't connected. Pills were all well and good, molly would be an easy sell to the tourists, along with the pain meds, it seemed to be the drug of choice for the new generation, but eventually the moved on to Heroin, it seemed the network had that covered too.~ "Whats the-" ~The sudden peaked interest went flat real fast and shoulders stooped.~ "Tomas? Like...Tomas Tomas?" ~There was always a fuckin' catch, the guy couldn't take a joke and Sam had trouble keepin' them to herself. ~ "He'll treat me fair? Considering we have a past..." ~Even if Tomas didn't give two shits about the little run in that Sam had obsessed over for days, she needed to know she wasn't setting herself up to fail~(D)
A Red Flash: When Adam gave him shit about being indifferent to business, his face darkened for a moment, that half smirk dipping into the dangerous territory of a scowl. But, not quite. More a dark neutral, than anything. " Of course I do, Adam. I didn't feel the need t' interrupt, any more than I did. It's already taken care of, same as with any others you send my way. " He was friendly to a point, and chatty just as much. But he wasn't talking, just to hear himself talk. He'd tried to be friendly when he'd come over, and he'd been shut down. So, he simply remained to listen. After all, he might have worked under Adam, on the Network's front, but the Pink Pony was his business. That meant, he needed to know what the hell was going on, under his nose. With Sam's focus on him for a brief moment, commenting on his girls, he nodded a little. So far, he actually liked her, much more than Adam. But, you weren't always meant to like your boss. " His name is Jasper, by the way.. An' he's at home with my woman. When you're done here, come talk to me. "
paradise and sin: "Tomas Tomas," Adam confirmed, canting his head some to grin at Sam again. Ohh, was this going to be fun. "I think you'll find him fair, 'long as you prove yourself valuable to the man. Which I've a feeling you can do just fine." It was back to Ethan, with a slow turn of his head as the man's face gave himself away. Didn't like that, did he? "You'll find there's a good bit of difference between acknowledging and interrupting and I'd suggest you quickly learn what that is." The drink still on the table was lifted, the small amount of contents left drained, and hadn't Ethan asked about drinks a bit ago? "Be a love and fetch us another?" Empty tumbler met the table top, and he nudged it closer to the edge, dismissive. The man was new around here, Adam would let things slide -- once -- and not again. The Pony might be Ethan's business, but he'd find he had little power actually behind it. Just the way of things when you let the Network sink it's claws in. To Sam, "Find Tomas tomorrow, more than like they'll know where to direct you if you ask at the Dive." His head turned then. "Oh, and Adkins? Whatever Sam wants." Dark eyes brimmed with the amusement he rarely let show, and he gave a gesture with his head to send the man off. "The two of you can come up with the particulars on the contract for your employment with the Network. He may have you meet with Max, too, just fair warnin'. Valentine deals with the drugs. I deal with the money. The girls. And the blood." He looked downright proud of that last bit. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Selling shit wasn't entirely something new for Sam, she'd managed to make herself the main connection in High school, and while for the most part it just meant having good weed, or getting her hands on adderall, along with the
occasional eight ball of coke, surely this couldn't have been all that different. Sam was just turning back to Address Ethan about his puppers, whom she had a name for, when Adam snapped at the man...it had her sinking just a little in her chair. All she wanted to do was tell these people to lighten up, but all she seemed to be able to do was find herself deeper and deeper in bed with the city. ~ "Well, Tomas wont have no problem about me makin' money. I'm sure you've seen...I'm good at being everywhere." ~Another sage nod before splitting a look between the two of them~ "Well, as much as I'd like to drink here with y'all...working with sharp pointy things without sleeping and while hungover doesn't sound like the best of ideas." ~She was rather attached to all her fingers after all! Still, it wasn't as if she popped right up, was she actually waiting for Adam to send her on her way? A smile was flashed to Ethan despite the verbal lashing, Sam was still just as eager to meet Jasper, even find out more about the guy since he owned the place, she was gonna be selling here after all. Sea green pools went to back to Adam and gave a little roll.~ "Oh, but I don't like my girls bloody at all. Just pink and warm in the center." ~One last quip, medium rare to hopefully clear the air~(D)
A Red Flash: Oh, his face might have given away that he didn't like being spoken to so rudely, but he had better control over himself than you might think. Otherwise, he'd have smashed Adam's face in, and then dealt with the consequences. But, he didn't. Instead, he simply accepted the man's words with another of those subtle nods. However, when Adam spoke up again? It took all he had, not to let those fists form as they wanted to. Especially when he nudged the tumbler across the table towards him, as a means to dismiss him. Instead of taking it, or the tumbler, he simply offered the man one of those deceptively charming little smiles. One that wasn't quite as real, as the one Sam would get, when she excused herself, instead. " I pay pretty women for that, Adam. I'll have a drink sent over. " Otherwise known as, bitch, I ain't your Love. But, he was so damn polite about it! Turning to walk away from the table and back towards the bar, he would clearly be seen talking to the bar tender, a faint motion made back towards the table he'd come from. Not only that, but he was very clearly pointing out Sam, even as she made her way out for the night.
paradise and sin: Sam made her leave, with a parting quip that actually had a low rumble of a laugh lifting from his chest -- an impossible feat if you asked some. He watched her depart from the table, only turning his eyes back to Ethan when the man spoke again. He might be offering shit smiles, but there was no hiding tension in a man if you knew where to look for it. A proud man, Ethan Adkins. Oh, Adam knew his background, where he'd come from and how he'd imagined himself some small town king. But this wasn't that small town. Before Ethan had even walked away, Adam was leaning over in his chair some to tap one of his men on the shoulder -- pointedly ignoring Ethan's big man walk away in favor of speaking directly into the ear of the man who tipped his chair back to listen. Ethan was already at the bar, and talking to one of those pretty women he paid to direct her back to the table with his drink, and the rest he'd come in with were all standing and heading towards the door; familiar with the staff that worked there, so far as getting pouts and kisses from the girls and exchanging bullshit with the bouncers. It wasn't until the girl Ethan sent was halfway to the table that Adam stood; stretching a shoulder some, and he too took his leave without bothering to stay for the drink that she'd taken the time to pour and bring. But here's where the fun parts came in. Ethan may have thought he got away with something -- maybe he thought he won, or maybe he was already preparing himself for some kind of blowback that might come later, who knows. It was going to come sooner -- because by the morning? That very pretty girl was going to be found propped against the front door of the Pony, her face beaten to nearly unrecognizable. Even more, did you know that if only three of four tires are slashed, the insurance won't pay for it? Two on the drivers, and the back passenger on that truck parked out front -- or wherever it might have ended up for the night, left with gaping holes. -d-
