Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow arcs up. Cue appropriately polite smile and mild suprise* A pity. It is enjoyable. Peculiar you find yourself at such an event. *An olive skinned gentleman brushes past her with a tittering blonde on his arm, and Abbey's eyes follow him a moment, lips pressing together slightly before she looks back to Austin and Felisa*

Austin Chacal: "Ah could if Ah wanted ta, Ah guess.."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Not really. Some people come here just to be social. Y'know, cultural lifestyle and all that. Of course there's the sex as well, if you're into the fly-by-night thing."
Or you could be bored. Which Felisa was until she stopped over. Her head tilted slightly and she smiled.

Abbey Randelle: *did it just get colder in here? why yes.. yes it did.. kind of nice considering it was so sticky and hot from the body heat of so many druggie dancers. Abbey's eyebrow maintains its arc. Hmmm. how terribly common. she looks to Austin and inquires* of course. Should you care to dance I would be pleased to have a partner, Mr. Chacal.

Austin Chacal: It would be best to not note the warm breeze that often swirls aorund him. "Um..how's one dance t'this?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Might wanna get a salve for those bruises," she added plainly. "They kinda stick out..."
She then smirked, nodded once, and looked at Austin. "Go for it man."

Abbey Randelle: *A frisson of ice cold as the albino regards Felisa blandly, chill grey eyes on the the puerto rican woman as Abbey smiles politely, without any warmth* I assure you, Miss Felisa, I am more than capable of taking care of myself. Do mind your manners, if you please. *she murmers, glancing now to austin*

Austin Chacal: "Ah've got mannahs. Ah ain't gonna cop a feel..unless y'want me ta.." He grins a little and if she could see his eyebrows, they'd be waggling. "Le's go..?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Oh I mind them, I just don't care to use them when I'm getting the cold shoulder for no reason. Like attracts like, as they say. Except in this case, where someone's viewing the other as contemptible. Love those class-wars dear."
She pursed her lips, nodded to them both. Then Felisa started to make her way to the bartender.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): d10: Int+Invest: 8,1,8,5,9,

Abbey Randelle: *With Felisa she does as all old money princesses do with something unpleasant. Ignores it. she should have expected as much. the woman was hispanic. she murmers to austin* let us. *A slight sniff, and she leaves her bottle on the bar, slipping through the crowd towards the dancefloor*

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex ath (dif four): 4,8,4,5,8,4,8,9,

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Y'know, women like that, they need a lesson," she said, finding the nearest stool and jerking a thumb towards the albino. "You can hear the buzz from that WASP nest she left upstate."
But the bartender was too busy. In fact, it was clear that he was swamped with customers. Felisa sighed, eyeballing the bottle of water.
Sayyyyyy.

Abbey Randelle: (so.. 8 sux.. *laughs*)

Austin Chacal: [Wow...]

Austin Chacal: "Ah think y'need more manhandlin', little lady..gotta figure out how t'pull that pole outta yer ass." He keeps his hands above waist level, just pressing one to her lower back to keep her close.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): O.O

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): A little drop wouldn't hurt. Might teach the girl a few things about class, and how the class system is quite ignored in america. And yes, it would be fun, a notch up just to get the taste of that bad conversation out of her mouth.
She was curious about those bruises too, and Felisa thought about where they would have come from as she pricked her pinkie.

Abbey Randelle: *its somewhat difficult to keep ahold of her, the girl keeping as far away from him as theur close quarters will allow, moving like liquid moonlight under his hand. Her body shouldn't be able to move like that. No one was that pure and that sexy at the same time, anger radiating off her in icy waves, cold eyes on him as she presses further away as she dances, eyes focussing over the cowboys shoulder to the dusky skinned man watching her from nearby. A slight shake of her head before her eyes slip back to Austin* You presume too much. Mr. Chacal. It is unfortunate.

Austin Chacal: He moves through the crowd after her, trying to keep her within arms' reach. "Ain't lahke y'd gimme much t'work with, darlin'.." Lazily drawling.

Austin Chacal: d10: dex+perf (dancing): 4,2,5,8,7,2,8,9,

Austin Chacal: He's doing pretty all right in his boots and Stetson in this crowd. He just needs a bit more practice perhaps.

Abbey Randelle: d10: dancin (dif four): 3,9,9,4,3,2,4,6,

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): Slide off that cap, and plop. Then a jerk of the bottle to mix, and nobody's the wiser. Of course Felisa had no desire for a lackey, and if she was going to pick a lackey she'd pick somebody that was a little more interesting, at least in her eyes. Snobbery left the Puerto Rican cold.
Now there was nothing to do but wait. Who knows, the silly cow might forget she even had a bottle of water.

Abbey Randelle: Tell me, Mr. Chacal.. do you belong to an association within the city? *people had taken notice, grimey ravers wanting to dance with her as they notice her. she grew frustrated.. everytime she was at a rave she got mobbed.. perhaps its due to the press of other eager partners that she remains close to Austin, or perhaps its that her voice won't carry above a murmer.. or perhaps its the knowledge that should she give the word he'll be clubbed in the back of the head and dragged to an alley for re-education.. cold war style. Either way, she remains inches from him*

Austin Chacal: "Ah ain't been heah long enough.." He reaches to slide his fingers along her side, just so people could get the impression that they were together. "Move closah. Ah think some guy's gonna try t'grab yer ass.."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): d10: per+invest: 3,8,8,2,7,

Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow up* that would be most unfortunate for them. *she murmers, humoring him with a millimeter's further closeness* I trust you are aware of your options and the current war?

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): She noticed the mob going along with the couple. Well, a portion of the mob at any rate. A few guys, even a couple of girls. And perhaps as earlier as last week Felisa might have tried to chat the woman up. Not now though.

Austin Chacal: "Um..no..ain't nobody keepin' me informed.." He gives her a half-smile, dimple flashing. "What're mah options, darlin'?" He could be charming. When he's not being an ass.

Abbey Randelle: Miss Randelle, if you please Mr. Chacal, Or Abbey if you must. thank you. *she murmers politely, dancing with grace and delicacy impeded only by the fact that his hand is on her, and there's a long satin case attached to her back* The gentlemen so fond of arriving in black cars and coats have amassed a hit list of individuals in similar professions as you and I, and are seeking them eliminated. War has been declared. The results of which you likely heard at the trial. As for options.. *she's bumped slighty, sending a look over her shoulder that could shrivel a man's balls, though her mouth never turns from that codl little smile*

Austin Chacal: Abbey really is where boners go to die...he nods understandingly. "Tha' makes a lotta sense...well..Ah'm obviously against bein' eliminated bah men in black coats.."

Abbey Randelle: As am I mr. Chacal. *she turns back, body moving with grace and rhythm despite her attention to the conversation* If i might be so bold.. to what faction do you belong? I may be able to put you in contact with associates.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): I'm damned tempted to start a fucking ruckus, she thought to herself, looking around. A man approached her, young, virile, pumped to the gills on something or other. Would I like to take a hit off of that? Oh sure, why not. Say, lets go over there in the shadows dude. Be nice and maybe I'll give you a little nip.

Austin Chacal: "Lessee...Ah'm dahk, handsome, an' carry a gun wi' only one bullet 'cause Ah believe fate chooses ultimately who lives er dies, wha' am Ah, hot lips?"

Abbey Randelle: About to learn the value of politeness when adressing me, Mr. Chacal *she makes to tred his instep, eyes on his*

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): It didn't take long, and she didn't need to drain the poor boy, who was looped out of his noggin to begin with and just wanted to rub his body up against something fleshy. She pulled on his joint, smiled, gave him a kiss and that nip she talked about earlier. He might have came in his pants. He certainly bucked in the sensation.
Back to the bar, where there wasn't much else to do but wait and see. Sort of like fishing.

Abbey Randelle: d10: instep steppin: 8,7,3,7,8,8,

Austin Chacal: d10: a-dodgin&#;!: 2,5,7,6,3,3,

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((*Chuckle* I feel like I'm background noise))

Abbey Randelle: (you rock at background noise! *laughs* don't worry.. i think an attack usually STOPS dancing)

Abbey Randelle: d10: dmg + str: 5,9,6,3,4,

Austin Chacal: d10: stamina: 3,6,8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She steps into the club, already smoking on a joint...her own personal stash, the really good shit. Where most people here more then likely get all dolled up, she's dressed just as always...including the snarky little lopsided grin stretched across her face. Gotta love a good rave...just for sheer people-watching value. Not like she actually dances or anything. Another hit off the joint, and she makes her way to the bar.

A woman walks by, drawing the attention of many of the nearby men, and some of the women. Standing at 5’9” and a touch under her ideal weight at 125 pounds, her dusky skin and ebony hair, which falls freely to her mid-back, indicates Hispanic blood, possibly mixed with Native American. Her body is lithe, the kind many women would kill for, and well-proportioned underneath her black leather pants and matching tank-top. A brown duster and knee-high steel-toed Doc Martins complete the ensemble. Her eyes are a smoky brown, filled with a mischievous humor. She walks along, seemingly oblivious of others around her, excepting a casual appraising glance at the men around. She gives off an aura akin to a playful predator, on the hunt for something to bat around.

Austin Chacal: "Mothah fuckin'.." He tugs Abbey close so he can give her a punishing kiss. Why? He's not an especially bright cowboy, but he's a passionate one.

Austin Chacal: d10: str+brawl: 2,5,7,5,8,1,

Abbey Randelle: *Austin knows she's about to do something unpleasant.. but perhaps he didn't expect it to be to his foot, or perhaps he'd just not anticipated the delicate albino to have any force behind her lesson, either way, it hurts like hell when her foot makes contact with all her meager weight. Its not overt to the crowd.. perhaps she simply mistep*

Austin Chacal: [Why do the dice hate me so?*flail*]

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex dodge: 8,7,6,9,4,9,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 10,3,8,1,6,3,

Austin Chacal: [brb, dinner!]

Abbey Randelle: *the tugging goes unsuccessfully, abbey's eyes somewhat wide as it looks like the man is about to kiss her, she slips from his hands like water and puts distance between them, murmering* Mr. Chacal. Mind yourself.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): Ah, nothing like a nice hit of to the spiked red stuff. If the Puerto Rican didn't know any better, she'd swear that she was becoming boneless. Teri was certainly right in regards to what she said a week ago: Hits you like a fucking train. A train that's in the process of getting hit by a 707 while flying off the rails into the city dump. KAPOW.
She wondered where those two went. Couldn't see them due to all the yummy bodies.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She glances over, noting Abbey giving some Urban Cowboy the slip. She smirks...poor Travolta-ite. Her eyes find Felisa on the way to the bar, looking her over briefly as she comes up next to the Puerto Rican woman and nods to the bartender. "Tequila, straight up, big tall and needs a beauty treatment, and a Corona to chase. Gracias." She nods to Felisa as she takes a lean against the bar, hitting on the joint again.

Abbey Randelle: *her eyes scan the crowd a moment.. where was piotr? the man was likely lost under some blonde with his tongue down her throat. a pinch of a delicate brow. Hopefully he had not noted Austin's potentially fatal indiscretion. She needed no trouble with the foolish treaty. *

Abbey Randelle: d10: looksee: 9,1,3,8,

Austin Chacal: He sighs and stalks out of the crowd. He's a grumpy cowboy in need of beer. Stat.

Abbey Randelle: *no piotr. Which she new full well meant only that she did not see HIM. A purse of lips as she notes the cowboy stalking off. she moves after him, in need of water*

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "S'up? How's it hanging over there, sipping at the worm stuff? I used to have a taste for it, in a way, but rum was always my gig. Nice weed you got there. I can smell your baggie."
Which she could. It was in the woman's left pocket.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Her eyes shift, locking onto Austin and Abbey behind him as they make their way toward the bar. She looks entirely amused...but then, when doesn't she?

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Hey dude, over here man."
She waved, hoping that the cowboy would see her, and perhaps the albino would follow, yes?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Actually, smelling it was unlikely, as she only had the one joint on her. Never carry your shit in public when you deal...that's Reyna's rule. Maybe she was smelling the joint itself. Still, she wasn't gonna disillusion the woman. "Thanks. It's hanging. Long and to the left, in my boyfriend's case. Quite, quite long." She winks at Felisa. "Yourself?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Oh that wouldn't work. She's got super powers *L* Edit second to last Fel post to fit))

Abbey Randelle: *she slips towards the bar, noticing Reyna only once she's a few feet away. A polite curl of her lips at the churlish latino woman, Abbey glances at her water bottle*

Abbey Randelle: d10: Int + streetwise: 7,8,7,

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "If it's that long then why the fuck are you here? Go grab the mighty blood sausage, and have a good breakfast."
Felisa would, if that option meant something these days. But it didn't, and there were other pleasures.

Austin Chacal: He's not in the mood for company at present. He leans against the bar and orders a beer, gruff and angry.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Vampires don't automatically have super-smell, hon...and if you're using Auspex 1, anyone with Awareness should get to roll it.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods to Abbey. "Miss Randelle." Whoa...formality from the woman? Might surprise some people. "How are you?"

Abbey Randelle: *no no. One never drinks a beverage they've left unattended among the rabble. She murmers her request for another to the bartender, pulling out a small money clip before taking the water. A moments consideration of the two latino women, but as their conversation filters through the noise abbey decides she distinctly would prefer not to be a part of it. Now.. where was that unpleasant euthanatos?*

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Hold on a sec... Isn't it stated that vampires have senses that are acute even before they use auspex? I'm gonna get this down now, so I don't dinkle it again. What's the ruling on this?))

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow at Reyna as she turns to face the woman* Well Miss Reiruno, and yourself?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((That's news to me...where in the book does it state that? Do you know?))

Austin Chacal: He sips his beer as he scowls, leaning over the bar and resting his foot on the bottom rung of a nearby stool.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): She smiled sickly-sweet at Abbey. Ah well, so there's a brain under that mop of white hair. Or at least something that functioned in a similar fashion. But it was quite all right. Felisa had all the time on the planet in case this continued. She listened quietly, scratching her nose.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Dammit hold on a second. System: This power doesn't normally require the use of dice, instead being defined through the Storyteller's descriptions and the player's imagination. In certain circumstances, use of this power requires a die roll: for a normal Perception roll (the Storyteller may reduce the difficulty by the character's Auspex rating), to notice a subject using Obfuscate, or to perceive a threat. Now then. This is a muggle, and it's not worth an argument as there's no ST, unless you really want one to make a ruling. Personally I don't think it's worth the bother, myself))

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((And I can always just roll per + whatever, if need be))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Actually, Felisa, this is Ravyn the Mage/Demon ST, and I used to ST Vampire on this site. That's the description for using Auspex 1, which as stated, is a used power, and thus would provoke Awareness rolls. I'll bring this up to Green to make sure I'm interpreting right, hon. Go ahead and roll Per+Alert if you like, we'll just mod the whole thing to mean that Felisa noted no pot. Reyna doesn't carry around unless she's dealing.))

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey slips a hand up to tuck an errant strand of wispy white hair back in place behind her ear. her eyes drift to the cowboy. He'd apparently taken her lesson with ill humor. Perhaps he would remember it. A slight sigh. Still. She supposed it was only polite to inform him of his associates within the city.*

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Not worth it. It was creative writing, not something overly important. My fuck up then))

Austin Chacal: Don't mind the grumpy cowboy. Grumpiness is actually his normal state of being. Being playful is the out of the ordinary thing for him.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks back to Abbey and grins a little bit. "I'm okay. Same old, same old, y'know? Limo drivin', jet-ski ridin', except without the limos or jet-skis." Yes, it was hard to make sense of the woman sometimes.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Not a fuck-up. It's a common misperception...no worries, hon. I will check with Green, though, to make sure, because I admit I may be wrong. Not my system anymore. *Hugs*))

Abbey Randelle: Indeed. *yes. sure. she understood that. She inclines her head* Miss Reiruno, Miss Felisa. If you would excuse me. *polite smile, and she slips towards Austin*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Of course." She nods to Abbey, and then looks over to Felisa. "The mighty blood sausage is working, sadly. And I'm quite sated at the moment. Just here to people-watch. You?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : ((Had to switch comps, will post shortly))

Abbey Randelle: Mr. Chacal. *she murmers politely upon reaching his side. She takes a dainty sip of water* Would you care to continue our discussion civilly? *she's inches away, certain she can move quick enough should he decide to be.. innappropriate*

Austin Chacal: He glances aside to see Abbey going to join him. Rolling his eyes, he takes a sip of beer and grunts a little. Not a happy cowboy in the least.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : "The same. And perhaps there were other things as well, but they seemed to have bottomed out (dammit), so for the time being I'm happy in my own little, drug seared, cracked mirror of reality. I make do."
She let out a small grunt, watching the albino weave through the crowd over to the cowboy.

Abbey Randelle: (whys everyone grunting?! *laughs*))

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : ((Because that's what low class men and women DO. high class men and women sniff in disapproval))

Austin Chacal: [It's just one of those things.*chuckles*]

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sorry to hear your prospects turned sour, hon." She looks over at Felisa and smiles a bit, extending her hand. "Reyna. Also known as 'Bitch,' 'That fucking cuntstain,' or 'Skin her alive,' variously."

Abbey Randelle: *a perfect white eyebrow floats upwards as the cowboy seems to have reverted to subhuman intelligence. Grunting. How terribly.. rustic.*

Austin Chacal: He looks over at her. "Wha'? Didja come fer th'othah foot? Y'cain't have it.."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : "I'm Felisa, the Beaner. Or so some would say. The prospect was just a fancy whim of the moment, one of those things that you try for shits and giggles, and if it works you might have an extra spring in your step. But it didn't and step still has a bit of boingy to it, so I can't complain."
She took the woman's hand and shook it, grinning a little. Because that's what other people did.

Abbey Randelle: Should you remain polite, indeed i shan't, Mr. Chacal. *polite smile. She continues in a soft cultured murmer* Have you had the pleasure of meeting any fellows within the city, as of yet?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : ((Hon, I really didn't mean to make you angry over that, and I apologize if I did.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Goootcha." She chuckles at Felisa's words and shakes the hand, good grip, before withdrawing it. "Nothin' wrong with the gits and shiggles. Always fun to try new things on a whim."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((No, not angry. Perhaps embarassed by the slap on the wrist and a bit of wounded pride over trying to add more color to something when I should have thought about the actual mechanics of such a thing. It's nothing really. *s*))

Austin Chacal: "Fellas as in wha'?" He turns a bit to rest his hip against the bar. "Ah've met some people who was at that meetin'.."

Abbey Randelle: Indeed. i was referring to fellows among your particular line of work. Mr. Starling for example? *she murmers, hands clasped in front of her in a picture of decorum*

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : "It's the spice of life, or so they say. Everything is change."
And if anybody would know that, it would be Felisa or one of her ilk. Funny how she never thought of it before, but now it seemed to make perfect sense.

Austin Chacal: "Nah, haven't met him yet.."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Everything is change, indeed." She grins and nods. "But the more things change, the more they stay the same."

Abbey Randelle: Should you wish, I will arrange for a meeting between you. If you are as of yet unaffiliated, you may find a place within his organization.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : "That's the paradox, I guess. Chaos is order is chaos, that kinda shit. Not too long ago men sat on rocks when they were tired. Now we carve out chairs from various materials, and some of those chairs cost thousands of dollars. But men still sit on their asses, and rocks are still used for sitting. Although you can make a argument over pointy, uncomfortable rocks."

Austin Chacal: "Damn it..Ah hate all this code speak. Can we jus' fahnd somewhah t'talk 'afore y'drahve me outta mah mahnd?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "It's not paradox." She shakes her head to Felisa, taking a drink off the tequila, chasing with Corona. "It all makes perfect sense. It's a cycle that ya just gotta break out of."

Abbey Randelle: *a purse of her lips, eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of her shadow* Considering recent events this evening I don't think that would be entirely wise, Mr. Chacal... perhaps on another occasion?

Abbey Randelle: d10: per alert: 6,7,5,2,

Austin Chacal: "Ah ain't gonna try t'do nothin' impropah." He lets out a frustrated sigh.

Abbey Randelle: *to no avail. The man apparently not wanting to be seen at the moment*

Abbey Randelle: Of course not sir.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : "Oh, I think I'm making quite a bit of headway on that one. In fact you could say my life has changed dramatically over the past... I'd say month. Deep personal changes that have made me, in some ways, entirely different." She pulled out a Camel and lit it with a colorful looking bic. Old habit.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "In a good way, it's soundin' like?"

Austin Chacal: "Ah hate code speak. Makes ev'rythin' too damn confusin'.." He grumbles and takes another sip of beer.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : "I'd certainly say it was interesting. Came with perks, no doubt about that. Y'know, it's sort of like an even trade actually. One could say that I gave up something important to get something important, like the old days of bartering."
She chewed her lip a little in thought, and then opened her mouth to blow a smoke ring. "In retrospect I'd say I came out with more wisdom than previously."

Abbey Randelle: *pale lips curl into a smile.* Understood. I have a previos engagement I must attend, however should you wish to speak of this another time, I would be willing to meet with you to do so. *she produces a small white card, embossed in silver and monongramed with her initials and phone number* I trust your discretion in not sharing my number mr. chacal.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods a little bit, dark eyes carrying that bit of perma-humor in them as she watches Felisa. "Well, good for you, Felisa. Always a good thing when you can come out a little bit wiser for it."

Austin Chacal: "Ah' lahke mah boots...darlin'.." He's messing with her. It's just too easy. He pockets the card and finishes off his beer. "Ah'll keep th'numbah secret."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): : "And if not, I can say I learned something new, which is a by-product of experience, which hopefully leads to wisdom, although I have to admit that I know of a few people that aren't very fucking wise at all, in spite of their years. Take, for example, the wretched nymph-beast of jealousy! Late at night she staggers into the room and crawls into bed with you, stinking of burning rubber and Listerine. You want her to get out of your bed but you know it's useless. She's gonna be there for a long time, staring at you, walking about five feet behind you at all times."

Abbey Randelle: do conduct yourself with some modicum of decorum Mr. Chacal. I am not your darling, nor do i suspect my fiance would be overly appreciative of your calling me Hotlips. Miss Randelle would be more appropriate. *she inclines her head and gives a polite smile* Good evening. *And with that she pivots on her heel and glides through the crowd to the door*

Austin Chacal: She makes him laugh. "All righ'..." Under his breath. "Sweet cheeks.."

Abbey Randelle: *and a dusky skinned hungarian man follows Abbey out of the building, funny how you could almost mistake him for ingvar.. but that he's chuckling*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Meh." She grins to Felisa, leaning against the bar and taking a hit off her joint. "The nymph-beast and I got divorced a while ago. Then I got a restraining order. Then I put two in the back of her head, and she went down. She's rotting in a ditch somewhere. But yeah, I know what you mean."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Oh no, it's not me. Thank god for small favors. I was actually thinking of two dear friends of mine, who happen have one of the stormiest relationships I've ever seen."
She giggled madly over the thought of them. "Come to think of it, there's another realtionship I know of that fits the same profile. You really can't say that New York City doesn't have its share of passionate people. Place is chock of it, like peanuts and corn in a turd."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Or worms in a corpse." She nods with a smirk. "Yeah, I bet I can outdo your friends with my last one."

Austin Chacal: He pulls up a stool to watch the crowd, feeling a bit anti-social at present.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): She turned to look at the woman, putting the cigarette out, and she thought it over for a few moments. "I doubt it. I mean, not to put a fine point on it but... yeah, I seriously doubt it. And no, I won't go into details over it. Y'know, respect and shit like that."
Secrets were secrets after all. Some were more important than others.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Did have your friends ever expressed their love by saying 'Sometimes, I want to kill you too, if that helps'?" She's not expecting an answer, just making a point. It's obviously a rhetorical question. She takes another good, strong sip of her tequila.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): Felisa merely chuckled and nodded knowingly. Why yes, yes thay have. But there was no need to speak of those instances to a stranger, no matter how cool they seemed to be. ONE of the trio would like to think that they could keep things on the down low.
"So. Did you kill him. Or was it a her?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Actually, it was said to me. And it was a him. And no, I didn't, but it happened anyway." All said with remarkable casualness.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Really? Y'know I hate to think of the stereotypical drug deal double cross gone bad, but i can't help it. And I'm probably being way off base and insulting to even mention it. But that thought just popped into my head and I had to say it."

Austin Chacal: He finishes his beer and starts for the door. This isn't his thing.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((*Wince* Sorry! *hugs*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naah. Good guess. He was killed by European royalty for knowing too much." It's very hard to tell, based off her prennially amused expression, how serious she is.

Austin Chacal: [No worries. He's grumpy.*laughs*]

Austin Chacal: [*scoots*]

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): d10: per+sub: 4,6,8,1,1,

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "I have no fucking idea of what to say to that, or even think. But offhand I'd say that was fucked up bullshit."
Now in what context that sentence had... Eh??

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No argument here." She smirks a little bit and finishes off her tequila, switching fully to the beer now. "So what do you do, besides follow whims at raves and talk to crazy folk?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing these days. But then, I'm seventeen going on eighteen, so if you're wondering about, like, a carrer choice... fuck if I know. I was thinking about school a while ago, but it doesn't seem to be in the cards, and I educated myself better than the system did."
Another Camel, another flare of flame. God, she'd never get used to that. "At the moment, I'd say I was staying out to trouble."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahh, but trouble's the best part of life. It's like an orgy...more fun to get into then stay out of. And far more interesting."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "You're right of course. But to say that in mixed company lends to queer looks and whispering campaigns, which I don't really mind, you can use that, but sometimes it piles up like dust bunnies under the bed, and eventually you HAVE to clean under there, otherwise they turn into dust beasts."
She looked Reyna over again, quirking a sharp eyebrow. "And what sort of trouble do you get into?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Whatever finds me," she says with a light shrug. "Sometimes, I go lookin', though. Some trouble has to be sought out. And the seeking itself can be an absolute adventure, y'know?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "So just an overall bit of trouble, as opposed to a specific trouble? I really reather like that you think in such a manner; at least you know you're alive and capable of kicking. So lets watch this train of thought leave the station, shall we? What sorta mad skillz do you have to maximize a spot of trouble?" she asked, grinning a very crazy grin.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, I have the indelible talent of pissin' people off by a variety of means. Razor wit is my favorite...but there's always B&E, settiing folks up who need a pinprick to their egos, and other general embarassments."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "A giant killer, in other words. Okay give me your number Reyna, you've just made the person-I-need-to-get-to-know-better list."
Because when you get talent like that dropped in your lap you'd have to be sane to refuse it.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She grins and dips her hand into her pocket, pulling out a business card. It's bright yellow, reading Trouble-Starting embossed on the top with a phone number. "There you go. Happy to have made the list."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): She looked at it and blinked.
"You've got a card? Alright that's it... you're not like the woman running for mayor that sneaks around in gothic attire trying to swing shitty Faustian deals are you?" she said, chuckling, "because that shit was weird. Weirder than a person with a toe on his dick."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oh, god, no." She shakes her head and grins. "Goths make me giggle. It's just easier to have cards made then keeping a notepad and pencil around. And I love the color scheme."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues) -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: http://www.saccourt.com/criminal/bailsch/felonybail/penalCode.asp
((I don't know if you guys have a penal code for NYC, but I figured it couldn't hurt))

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Yes but it says Trouble-Starting. Not Troubleshooting. I mean, I've been known to start a lot of trouble. But I didn't know you could make a carrer out of it. If it is a carrer. I mean, you actually get paid for this?" she asked.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Depends on how you view it," she says with a chuckle, finishing off her beer. "I feel I'm duly compensated, yeah."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Thanks! I have a list of NY crimes and prision sentances, but it didn't have fine amounts. Much appreciated!))

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): The Puerto Rican narrowed her eyes a little. "So you do this for the fun of it, like ah... Fight Club? Personal reality worldview? Or do you do it for other people? Both? Neither?"
Because goddamnit, it sounded too good to be true. Which usually means there's fine print somewhere.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sometimes for fun. Most of the time, it's more like a higher calling of mine." She shrugs a little bit.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Sort of a singular purpose, perhaps. I can undertand that better than most," she said, quietly. "So you say it's a higher calling Reyna... why do you say that?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "It's just...me." She shrugs. "You know the people who've known from being little kids that they wee going to be an movie star, or President, or a pudding-eating gay cowboy?" She gives that lopsided grin. "That was me and trouble. Not just fun...but a higher purpose."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Pudding-eating gay cowboy. I have to dwell on that one for a time Reyna, inject it into conversations at random, like a mad doctor with a big syringe full of... stuff. My folks, they always said I was a bad seed from the start, they just didn't know until later. And so here we are."
There was a silence that Felisa didn't consider awkward.
"What's your next act of mayhem?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oh, now. That would be telling." She winks to Felisa. "Don't you wanna be surprised?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "No. Not this second. Perhaps later. Well, of course later. But right now the magic-eightball in my head says no. Before, it said Reply Hazy, Try Again Later, but that was a different subject entirely."
She worked in a certain way, you see.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Mmm..." She taps a finger against her lips, considering. "I'm thinking...studying the group dynamics of the modern soap opera as life, and tweaking as necessary." Something in there says she's not talking about All My Children. "Unless something else finds me first."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Social engineering with an impish bent? Been there, done that. In fact I think the ramifications of what I've accomplished might last for a few months, if not years. I like to think of it as opening new vistas of thought... but I suppose that's vanity talking."
She stabbed her Camel out and adjusted her doo rag. "You have a group of subjects in mind, of course. Dare I ask who or whom?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Phone call...gimme just a sec.))

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((K))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Hmmmm..." She eyes Felisa, speculatively. "Just a few people I know who are a little too wrapped up in themselves, and not enough in the world around them."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "No shit? And these people, you picked them at random? Or are they people you know on a fairly good basis? You don't mind the questions I hope, because if you're going around handing out cards like this you must be damned good at your job."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No, I don't mind at all." She shakes her head. "I don't know them that well. More like friends of a friend. But a friend in need should fear me indeed." A little grin, highly amused.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "So this is a contract job," she asked, smirking.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Something like that, yeah."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): She chuckled softly. "I knew there was a deal somewhere in that mix of things. So, you're going to torment some poor group of bastards for the sake of personal gain. Huh. May I ask if I'm on this list of never-do-wells?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well...less personal gain, more like he's let me know of someone who my calling could benefit. And no, hon...you're not on the list."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "So you work with middle management?" she questioned, humored by what the latino said. "That sounds all too familiar in a strange, ironic way. Which brings us all the way back to the more things change, the more they remain the same."
She laughed, high and madly. Nobody noticed or cared.
"What's your plan of attack?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Find out who's wrapped up in who, twist and tweak to my liking, and watch what happens. When it comes to social dynamics, I'm a Darwinist...the strong'll survive, the rest will go the way of the Dodo."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Y'know I'm half tempted to ask to come along for a night and see how you work. But that's style cramping and I don't do that. But damned if I won't ask for a progress report the next time I see you hanging around."
Felisa grinned. Yeah. Reyna. Cool chick.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She laughs at that, nodding. "You're on. Next time I see you, you'll get a progress report."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Maybe by that time I'll have something to trade as far as stories go. I had a nice little number in the works, but it looks like it'll be a while before things get rolling the way I want them to. Until then, I'm kinda pissing around. You know how it is."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods with a sigh. "Yeah...downtime sucks, huh?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "What can you do? Sometimes it's just a matter of sitting with your thumb up your ass, waiting for something to happen."
One night though... she'll be able to have her own little project in the works. The current one wasn't too bad, come to think of it, but as far as she knew it didn't flare up the way she wanted it to.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah...sometimes it's that way." She nods, shrugging, an understanding look on her face. "You'll find that something, though. Don't worry."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "You think so? Sometimes you feel like you're in a bit of a rut, y'know? I shouldn't feel that way at all actually, but sometimes you have so much to give and... well it's hard to explain actually."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No, I get it." She nods a little. "You've got a lot that you know you can offer, but no one seems to be letting you have the opportunity to offer it. Which is more frustrating then having the opportunity, but nothing to offer."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): She snapped her fingers. "EXACTLY, exactly. It's like you're wasting away on the sidelines. I didn't sign up for that. Come to think of it I didn't sign up for anything, I'm not that stupid... but you see my point."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, I see your point." She looks to the bartender, tapping on her glass to refill it, then looks back to Felisa. "Nothing more frustrating then that."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): She sighed. It would be a while before things like sighing became a relic of the past, but Felisa's brain was, on a certain level, still thinking in humanistic terms. "So ah, you come to raves all that often? I mean, you can look at me and tell I'm not exactly in the glowstick crowd. Drugs are nice though."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Only when I'm in the mood to watch people and laugh...or when I'm selling. Tonight's the former."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "You haven't laughed all that much since we started hanging out. Didn't mean to wreck your yukfest," said Felisa. "So what do you find so humorous about this bunch?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues) -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((You aren't bored I hope?))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Not at all!))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "This bunch?" She waves her head around, at the Day-Glo posse, dancing fervently, lost in sensation and twisting, writhing for any excuse they can find. "Come on. This is a microcosm of the world. It's absolutely hi-LAR-ious!"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "I was hoping that the microcosm of the world wouldn't be quite as goofy; it kinda... oh fuck I should have known better. These people are idiots. I've half a mind to set a car on fire."
Or perhaps a series of cars. But that fire thing made Felisa twitchy these nights. Damn instincts.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Mmmmm..." She chuckles a little, picking up her refilled drink and taking a good swig. "But that would be a perfectly good waste of alcohol, or a rag at the very least. Have you SEEN the cars outside? They're...preppy." She gives a look of distaste.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Well yeah, that'd be the whole point of setting them on fire. Y'see, gotta figure that a good fraction of these jackasses dragged their parents car here to impress. I mean goddamn, how many college students own a Lexus? Not too many, I'd wager. I won't even go into the high school kids that snuck in. They'd probably have a fuck of a time explaining themselves."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, but...c'mon. Waste of a rag." She grins. "Much more fun to reverse the polarity on their batteries."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Ah. Subtle and sudden. You could paint the windows black, super glue a few dozen dildos on the hood, or hey, if it was a convertible you could just mix concrete right in there. That'd make a person hop around," she said, laughing a little.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, but I don't have any black paint or cement, and my dildos are MINE, dammit. Not that I need to use them anymore, but...nostalgia, you know?"

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "I understand. Things like what we're thinking about would take a night of mischief. I mean, concrete's easy, just gotta find a construction site. Black paint can be ganked outta any store. And the dildos... pssh, just break into a place and swipe a sackful."
She grinned. Now that would bide the time rather nicely.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah..." She thinks about it, grinning. "That could be fun. Would take up the whole night, though..."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Make it two nights. One to gather everything and another to hit this place. What would they do, call the cops? It'd be hilarious if one of them did that; the rave would turn into a shitstorm of panic. Fun for the whole family..."
This idea was starting to become a bit too tempting.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oooooh. I like the way you think, Felisa..." Her eyes sparkle a little, dangerously on the edge.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Really? Well I'm flattered Reyna, I really am. I'd like to think that, in a small way, I'm expanding horizons. Perceptions if you will. And it'd be nice to just sit somewhere and watch the realization unfold. Hey, beats working..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, no argument there." She smirks and leans back against the bar. "And so much more rewarding then being a slave to the grind."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Oh I never even considered that as an option in my life. I mean damn, I looked at all the fuckers going to work one morning, when I was coming down from an acid trip. It was as if they were chained to those fucking briefcases, and they might as well have been lobotomized, shuffing around the way they did. Fuck no, and fuck that. There's more to existence than a salary and a carrer, but people never see it."
She lit up another Camel, puffing in quick, short bursts.

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues) -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: http://www.newfaces.com/userimages/mainimages/38632.jpg
((This is kinda what Fel looks like))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah...that's about right." She pulls a hand-rolled cigarette and flicks it to life. "I was never brought up for that kind of life. I knew that from the start. Hell, before New York, I've never stayed in one place for over three months, let alone the year-plus I've been here. This is a wierd fuckin' city."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "Weirder than you can imagine, and I've lived here all my life. You wouldn't believe some of the shit I've had to deal with. No fucking joke."
She looked Reyna over. "You a squatter chick? Don't really look like one."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, if living in your van is squattin', sure." She grins a bit. "I prefer to consider myself consistantly mobile."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "I guess it depends on how you view it."
She looked at the crowd, puffing away at her cigarette, tasting it but not really tasting it, not like before, when things were different. "You really wanna do that thing? With the paint and the dildos and the cement?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shrugs. "Sure. Why the fuck not? Just the kinda thing I love to do."

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): "I'll just meet you here then, and we can creep the night fantastic."


Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Will have to poof soon. Does this actually entail ST's and such? And... oocly, what exactly is that woman?))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sounds lovely." She nods with a chuckle.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((We can involve an ST, yes. We don't necessarily have to get ST's involved, though...it's not crucial. *S* And she's a Nuwisha.))

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues) -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Didn't know. And a Nuwisha? Damn. Never even played with one of those...))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Oh, they're fun. *G*))

Felisa Espinosa (Before Tues): ((Something tells me this is going to get really interesting. Okay then, tonmorrow or whenever?))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Yep yep! Sounds like a plan!))