DARKSIDE
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Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 1, 2009 11:11:25 GMT -6
After cutting her promo and getting her name on the list of participants for the Divas Battle Royal at Ground Zero....and dealing with the two other females who came out and annoyed the bloody Hell out of her, Angel is back in her dressing room. She feels agitated and put off, disgusted by the blatant and unwelcomed interruptions as she was trying to leave the arena. Why could those two heifers just leave well enough alone?[/i], she thought to herself. It doesn't matter. No...all they did was make life more difficult for themselves. They'll pay for butting in! They'll pay out the ASS! **giggle**[/i]. Angel laughs to herself and cracks a slight smile as the violent thoughts briefly cross her mind, but she soon finds herself frowning as she once again falls back into her frustrated state.
I need to get out of here![/b]
Angel gathers some of her belongings and takes a quick look at the clock. She has more than enough time to take a little break and get away for a bit. So, Angel makes her way out of the locker room area and happens to walk out into the main lobby of the building. She almost gets to the front doors to leave the building entirely, but she hears something from the far end of the lobby that attracts her interest. She walks across the lobby with a curious expression and as she draws closer, she sees a sign that reads "LUCKY'S BAR[/b]". Angel smirks as her eyes begin to gleam with mischevous delight.
Oh HELL yes! Just what the doctor ordered...[/i], she says softly, so only she can hear.
Angel pushes the door open and strolls into the bar. Several patrons are already there, and trying to avoid any unwanted interactions at the moment, Angel looks down quickly before anyone can notice her face, her long hair blanketing her identity for any on-lookers as she pretends to be fishing around in her purse.
Angel moves down to the far end of the bar....a more secluded, low-lit section where she can keep more to herself for the time being. The bartender, a lovely young lady with blonde hair and a killer body, sees Angel and makes her way over to make small talk. Angel glances up briefly to see the woman approaching. She looks on, just long enough to get an eyeful of the bartender's looks and then drops her head back down, smiling a devilish grin as she whispers Mmmmm....I'll drink to THAT![/i]
The bartender welcomes Angel and asks what she wants to drink. Angel responds, Ugh....I dunno. Whatever you've got, it better be strong. I need to take a load off. GAH, those bitches sooooooo need to learn their place around me![/b] Angel's outburst makes the bartender step back a bit, her eyes wide with shock as she puts her hand over her mouth and gasps. Angel hears her stirring and slowly lifts her head, brushing her long hair away from her face. The bartender still looks on in shock, but recognizes Angel and begins to calm down a little. She realizes Angel is one of the CWE Divas and suddenly becomes very warm and friendly once again.
Well, you're a chummy little thing, aren't ya?[/b], Angel says with a smile as the bartender starts wanting to start a conversation. So, do you want to take my order? You want my autograph? Or should we just get naked right here on the bar, sweet cheeks? It's your call![/b]
The bartender stands up straight and clears her throat, taken off guard by Angel's snide remarks. She takes on a more business-like approach and kindly offers to take Angel's drink order. She informs Angel that all CWE employees get their first drink "on the house", which makes Angel's face light up.
Angel replies, Well, since you're asking....and it's free....gimme a double-shot of your best rum, mixed with some cherry juice.[/b]
The woman behind the bar looks a little confused as Angel's drink request seemed a little "strange".
What? Did I stutter? Rum and cherry juice. That's all. A trained monkey could make that. What's taking you so long? Are you the bartender, or just some random bimbo who lost her way?[/b]
As the bartender gathers her composure and begins mixing Angel's drink, she looks over at Angel briefly with an angry expression.....
That's good, hun. Make it nice and strong. Nice and SWEET! Just how I like it. It better be good, or that drink won't be on the house...it'll be ON THE FLOOR![/b]
The bartender brings the drink over and Angel holds it up to the light to inspect it. She smirks and takes a sip. Angel smiles and her tense body seems to loosen up a bit. Her tone and attitude calm a little. Angel licks her lips and downs the entire glass full in mere seconds. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and slams the glass down on the bar with a loud crack. She motions with her finger for the bartender to come back, and she orders another double-shot, just like the one she just finished. Angel's interaction with the bartender this time is much warmer. Angel smiles as the bartender returns with her next drink, and even caresses the bartender's hand as she reaches over to take the money that Angel had placed on the bar to pay for her drink. The bartender seemed to appreciate Angel's soft, reassuring touch....even though she still felt a little uneasy with Angel's presence overall.
Angel sits at the end of the bar, sipping her drink and looking on as the bartender goes about helping the other customers, occasionally flirting, flashing a quick smile or a playful wink when the bartender looks over toward her....which makes the woman a little uncomfortable, but allows Angel a few moments to giggle to herself.
Now...this is more like it. I wonder what other "trouble" I can get into tonight.[/i], Angel thinks as she slowly savors the intoxicating sweetness swirling around in her mouth........
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 2, 2009 0:01:35 GMT -6
Mr. Johnson was in the bag, putting her name on the dotted line for the big Diva battle royal. No matter how far she fell, this was still America and it was first come first serve until the very end of days. That was something she had absolutely no problem with as she put combat boot to bar door handle. "Swaaaaaa!" She gave her best Chinese/Kung Fu battle cry as the door almost literally blew open with a bang! She jumped inside, with both hands raised in front of her and ready for action as the door swung closed behind her on the recoil.
She looked left.
She looked right, taking in the faces of the rather startled bar room. Only when she was sure know one was flying at her on wires did she lower her kung fu grip and rub her thumb against the side of her nose with a loud exhale. "Pfft, just as I thought. Nobody wants a piece of the Kung Fu Princess today. Her shrieks of a thousand pains is legendary."
With the flourish of a Chinese cobra she unzipped her bomber jacket and walked to the nearest swinging stool she could find. Somewhere between the bartender of light and the darkish shadow corner of dread. Her eyes falling on the blond who kind of reminded her of Joan Jett after and Joan Rivers spa date. It worked for her as the Gowgirl Joan approached: order ready. "Alright Blackheart," She lowered her hood from her head and violet hair. "Beer. Cheap. Taste. None." She put a one dollar bill on the bar top, while putting her boots up into the empty chair beside her. She smiled looking over her shoulder to add, "and no funny business."
Confused awe was something she inspired in the average dirtgirl and mudboy. But the bartender seemed to be on some other line. She'd probably spent hard time behind the bar. The circus is always thirsty. Stretching her arms high above her violet crown, she cracked about half of her knuckles before her beer arrived and she got down the serious business of cold tea aka dinking alcohol.
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DARKSIDE
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Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 2, 2009 16:47:39 GMT -6
Angel, enjoying her improved frame of mind and savoring a nice, tidy buzz, watches as the purple-haired Diva makes her grand entrance and takes her place at the bar. She recognizes her as one of the women who taunted her during her Divas Battle Royal promo earlier in the night. Angel slowly starts to stand up from her bar stool, stretching her arms up over her head and cracking her knuckles as a devilish snarl crawls across her jet-black lips. Just as she begins to slink her way through the room toward Violet, Angel catches something out of the corner of her eye. The blonde-haired woman behind the bar, seemingly wise to Angel's intentions, slammed an empty shot glass down on the bar with a loud crack and stood tall and straight as she pointed up to a sign on the wall that read,
NO FIGHTING....PERIOD![/b] SAVE IT FOR THE RING![/b] -- Kristen "Lucky" Malone, Management[/i]
Angel cowers under the watchful eye of the bartender and sulks her way back into the dark corner, once again taking her seat and grumbling under her breath. She gulps down her drink, pushes the glass aside and raises her voice so Violet can easily hear.
BARKEEP! I'll have another.....and tell "Tooty Fruity" over there.....the next one's on ME![/b]
Angel flashes a sarcastic grin and winks as Violet looks over in her direction......
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 2, 2009 19:12:53 GMT -6
Violet squints into the dark corner. Dark corners were a gamble. They either held something really, really good or really, really messed up. This particular dark corner had a woman handing out free drinks. That put it squarely in the really, really good column. "That's Princess Fruiti Tooti." She tilted her already half empty pint in acknowledgment. "But don't worry dirtgirl, everybody messes that up." She drained the beer she had paid for, and thirstily accepted the second gift one.
She kicked her boots off the empty bar stool and swung out of her perch, bumpin' some washed out desk jockey on the U-turn. She headed for the dark corner, beer in tow as things became clearer. "Hey!" She proclaimed, making the bartender nervous. Again. "You're not a dirtgirl at all." She plopped into an empty seat, close. Spinning until she planted her boots on the only empty chair at her side. "You're a real life rockergirl." She studied Angel for no more than a second before tilting back the beer. Recognition was there as she gave a clearer wink in return. She looked around the dark corner, now up close and personal and passing over Angel again as she did. All in all. "Spooky." She said, but she seemed quite comfortable in her perch.
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DARKSIDE
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Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 2, 2009 19:59:12 GMT -6
Ya think I'm "spooky", huh? Baby....you have NO idea! After our match at Ground Zero, you'll learn to fear a lot of things. Most of all....ME!
I'm just sayin'. But as for tonight, I'll forgive your little intrusion on my air time. I'll have plenty of time in the spotlight once I've got that Diva's Championship around this sexy waist![/b]
Angel looks at Violet with steamy, seething eyes as she runs her tongue across her teeth and slowly arches her back....
Like what ya see? Maybe we can get out of here and have a "practice match", just the two of us. I've got moves you've never seen before, sugar. Trust me!
Tonight's a different story. When I get my claws into you at Ground Zero, you WON'T like it one bit! Nothing personal, babe. Just warning you ahead of time is all. You seem pretty cool...not like the other douche lickers I've seen trotting around the locker room.
How 'bout topping off that mug of yours? Ready for Round 3?[/b]
Angel reaches over, swirls her index finger around the edge of her glass, dips it into her drink and puts it in her mouth, suggestively licking the sweet cherry-infused concoction from her fingertip. She smiles at Violet and picks up her drink, taking a few gulps and finishing it off.
The bartender is on her game and instantly darts over to make another dosage of "RedRum" for her very thirsty customer.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 3, 2009 0:08:04 GMT -6
Violet kills pints dead, and it only took her 3 seconds to fulfill the prophecy. She placed the empty pint on the bar top as Angel finished her transmission, and began to search the over 50 pockets of her bomber jacket for, something. "Hold on a second, rockergirl. I know I have it here somewhere." From the 12th pocket, on the inside liner of her jacket, she pulled out a crumpled piece of paper and pressed it flat against the bar top, smoothing it out. It was hard to read in the dark corner, so she lowered her face to the scrawled words. "Ahem." She cleared her throat with the arriving third pint. "I spend the afternoon in cars! I sit in traffic jams for hours! Don't push me! I am not Okay! I" She turned the paper over. "I " She turned the paper back over. "Okay? Shit." Violet crumpled the paper back up and stuffed it into the 14th pocket and looked up at Angel apologetically. "Sorry about that. That's all I had in the free bin."Violet took another drink. "But don't worry, your noise was total A-shelf noise. I'd totally pay to hear that again. Groundzero. Fear. Claws. Beer. Sugar lickers. Boom!" Violet made a bomb exploding gesture over the bar, bringing her eyes to Angel's. "Totally nuclear. Sierra Hotel all the way." She accepted all free drinks, it was a general rule of hers. You never knew when it was going to the last one ever poured in you honor. "But ya know, noise like that?" She swiveled back and forth in contemplation for a moment. "Hi-res noise like that? You shouldn't just give that away in a bar named 'Lucky's'. Especially when Mr. Johnson pays by the letter."
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Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 3, 2009 22:12:13 GMT -6
Oh my! You're so fucking wacky. I haven't laughed this hard since I walked into the men's shower by mistake!
Ya wanna know something weird? It's ironic that you and I are sitting here in a bar called "Lucky's" and carrying on like nothing's wrong. Most people would see someone like me, or my brother Minion sitting here in the dark and avoid us like a disease. We are like the proverbial "black cat" on Friday the 13th to them. Bad juju to cross our path....they think that....and they would be RIGHT!
But you, Violet, is it? You....just sit here accepting my generosity and loving every minute. I have to admit it. I had you pegged as just another fish from back in that locker room who wanted to butt in on my time and steal my thunder. Ever since you walked in here, you seem like a different person. I feel like we could actually hang and we'd both be cool about it. I wouldn't be caught dead with most of those herpes sores the boss calls "Divas", and I certainly wouldn't buy them any drinks unless I spiked them with hemlock first....if you get my drift!
I'm not buying drinks for you out of the kindness of my heart. There's really no such thing. I'm enjoying your company and offering you repeated chances to extend your stay simply because you haven't pissed me off yet. But I admit I rather enjoy your presence now....and that ain't the booze talkin', sunshine![/b]
Angel tips back the last few drops of her drink and pauses a moment to crunch on a few of the small ice cubes.....
She smirks as she chews on the ice and points at the bartender with a mischevous sparkle in her eyes.
Hey! Watch this....[/i]
When the bartender comes closer to her end of the bar, Angel begins slowly clicking her drink tumbler down on the bar and chanting red....RUM! Red......RUM!! Red........RUM![/i]
The bartender glances out of the corner of her eye at Angel, feeling slightly creeped out as memories of "The Shining" begin to invade her thoughts. She sees Angel notice her reaction and start hiding her face as she giggles like a mental patient. The bartender then walks over, puts her hands on her hips and clears her throat. When Angel looks up from laughing, the bartender asks if that means she wants another drink. Angel nods back, confirming the bartender's assumption.
When the bartender turns her back and goes to start mixing another round of RedRum for Angel, the dark Diva calls out........and another brew for the "Grape Goddess" over here as well![/b]
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 4, 2009 1:57:30 GMT -6
"Did you just call me Sunshine?" Violet asked over another empty pint glass. "That's totally Lamesville, population: you." She laughed as another pint arrived, and she was feeling zero pain.
"Anyways, that's all cool Spooky A. I never ask people why they buy me drinks. I only ask them why they don't. That totally pisses me off." She turned back to the desk jockey she had bumped into earlier, off on a tangent. "I mean I ain't no sidewalk head hunter. But you might actually get some if you buy a lady a drink once in a while!" Her eyes bored into the desk jockey, who was now confused and exteremely uncomfortable. Fortunately Violet was easily distracted after four pints, as the bartender passed by again. "Total Planet Rock." For a moment she forgot what line she was on, but soon found it in the beer.
"Hearts are for prom queens and plastic suck machines. I am one hundred percent Free Range." Yeah, she liked the sound of all that. "Besides, the way things shift these days," She brought the pint to her lips. "we'll probably never see each other again. So why not buy me beers, be spooky, and tip Joan Jett on the way out?" Of course they were going to see each other again, and soon. But that was business. That was money. This was drinking. They were two completely different stations. It didn't even cross Violet's mind to mash them together into some sort of Frankenstein super sation.
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Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 4, 2009 18:10:53 GMT -6
Yeah, I guess I did call you "sunshine". Hmm.....maybe it really is the booze talkin'. Ha ha ha..... Yeah, sorry 'bout that.
Anyway, this night is turning into a real kick in the junk! I'm always so used to drinking alone. Having someone to shoot the shit with is more fun than I thought. I'm really starting to like this. What a shame all this is gonna go right down the toilet in a few more days. After we rip each other apart at Ground Zero, tonight might just be a fond memory. You're not gonna take it personally, right? When I come after you and snap your neck like a hungry cat on a poor defenseless little rat? It's just business, baby. Suck it up and move on. Tomorrow's another day. Ya know....with all the pain I am willing to dish out to the rest of those fugly cows....you can at least return the favor to me. **wink** I said I wasn't in it for the title. I just want to be in the middle of the carnage when it unfolds. It's a Battle Royal and there's gonna be so much possibility for injury and unimaginable suffering. Mmmmmmm.....oh God! I'm getting so wet just thinking about it![/b]
Angel bites her bottom lip and shudders as waves of sick pleasure pulse through her body. She opens her eyes and takes a deep breath, claming herself back down, then looks over at Violet, seeming almost embarrased that she might have seen her little "lapse of composure". Angel cracks a silly, guilty grin and tries to hide her face behind her drink glass as she lets out a soft chuckle.
Off in the distance, Angel happens to see the clock on the wall and sits up quickly...
Awww, Christ on a cracker! We've been here all night. What time does this joint close down, anyway?[/b]
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Post by Violet Rayne on Dec 4, 2009 22:41:36 GMT -6
"Did you just say 'Christ on a cracker'?" Violet laid waste to her final beer, mentally agreeing that time was definitely not on their side. "Spooky A" As the bartender turned away to give 'last call', Violet swiped the pint glass into her bag and zipped it up. The free beer ride had ended, so she swung her boots down on to planet Earth and looked down between Angel's legs before finding her face. "Spooky A, that's just freaky." She laughed a little. "But what ever floats your barge down the wild river O."
She swung her bag over her shoulder and hopped out of the bar stool completely, leaning a little closer as she did. "Just between you, me and the whole fucking planet? I'm totally in it for the title, and the cash that is attached to it. You and your pleasure wiring want to get in on that? That's all aces and green lights to me. I'll be more than happy to remove you from the equation of Money plus Violet equals Happiness."
She paused. "Thanks for the drinks Sierra Hotel." She winked back. "Maybe I'll catch you at the end of business, some other day and you can buy me some more." Forming the shape of a gun with her fingers and thumb, she aimed carefully and fired. Blowing an imaginary hole into Spooky A's imaginary heart. She then hopped easily back into the light, pulling her hood back up over her head.
"You may all rise!" And with an over dramatic flair of Kung Fu Princessness. Violet split the scene.
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Post by DARKSIDE on Dec 5, 2009 8:24:23 GMT -6
Angel calls for one last drink before closing. As the bartender obliges and brings it over, Angel slaps another $10 on the bar and pays up the rest of her tab. She guzzles down the drink, just like the 6 or 7 before it, without even batting an eyelash. She slumps back against the wall beside her and whipsers, Yummy![/i] as a sexy smile crosses her lips. Her favorite beverage always made her feel so damn good. But now, it was time to go and gather her thoughts....to come up with a game plan for tomorrow night's match, and the distinct possibility that she and Violet will meet up again, but under much different circumstances.
Violet left giving off the image that she found Angel to be a little strange, but appreciated her buying drinks for her. While Angel enjoyed her company and all, she still wasn't sure if there was a bond or if Violet was just using her. Perhaps it will take a little time getting tossed around and pummeled almost beyond recognition to tell for sure if Violet was indeed a friend or not. All in due time.......
Angel motions for the bartender to come back one last time. She reaches into her purse and holds her hand out toward the woman. Angel smiles as the bartender approaches. She playfully crouches down close to the bar, so the bartender will have to lean over to talk to her. The woman bends down a bit to properly meet Angel and achieve eye contact....the sign of a true customer service professional! As the bartender leans down, her cleavage is slightly exposed inside the low-cut neckline of her top. Angel reaches up, puts her hand on the bartender's cheek and suddenly moves in, engulfing her soft lips and mouth in a sensual and surprising French kiss. Within those few moments, Angel takes the money in her hand and stuff it down between the woman's breasts and then, pulls away from the kiss with a seductive smirk and a sulty look in her eyes. The bartender just stands there, frozen in shock as Angel flashes her a peace sign and walks out of the bar, gently laughing to herself.
Moments later, the bartender snaps out of her fog and reaches down into her cleavage to see what it was that Angel put in there. It was a $100 bill (a most generous tip!) wrapped inside a scrap of one of the bar napkins. On the napkin was written Take it! You earned it! --Angel XOXOXOXOXO[/i]
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