Undercover (Open, but check OOC please)

[Alerdene]

Brynne stood in the hotel room staring at herself impassively in the mirror, turning this way and that, inspecting every aspect of her look. Her long cinnamon hair flowed down her back nearly to her waist in shining waves, the copper highlights glinting, even in the poor light of her room.

Spinning on her toes, she watched the deep scarlett, almost black silk skirt swirl around her thighs before settling against her, the material clinging to her skin, cool against her warmness. The matching scoop necked shirt ended just above her navel, showing a brief expanse of golden skin above her skirt. The neckline showed just enough, a hint of cleavage, just to intrigue.

Twisting to see behind her, her full lips curved into a smile as she glanced into her own eyes. The light silvery-blue color was startling to most people and she enjoyed the comments they usually drew. A hint of a deep blue and black dragon tattoo peeked up from underneath her skirt on the small of her back. Her jewelry was silver and simple. A small chain around her neck, small hoops in her ears, another high in the cartilage of her right ear. After pulling on a pair of black strappy heels, she slipped an ornate silver dragon ring onto her thumb to complete her look. The ring was the key, she knew. The key to being accepted.

Taking a deep breath, she stared for a moment more before going to answer the annoying knock that had been pounding for the last 30 seconds. The man standing there looked her up and down, before giving an approving whistle.

"Very nice Agent Lindelle. They're not going to know what hit them."

That's the idea anyway.

He stopped at the slightly nervous smile on her face and gave her a serious look.

"You don't have to do this you know. You're awfully new to be going so deep in. I'm sure we can find someone else if you'd rather start off slower."

Her nervousness suddenly disappeared, her smile dazzling as she shook her head.

I've never been more ready. They're going down.

He nodded, knowing of her personal history with the group and disapproving of her having anything to do with this assignment. But it wasn't his call.

"Alright. The ring is the key. When they see it, they'll know you're part of Tristan's gang, or what's left of it."

I know. I got it. They're all dead, I'm all that's left and I need refuge. How can they resist.

"Ready to go then? It's nearly ten."

She nodded and picked up a small handbag, pulling keys out of it as he held the door for her. The man stayed behind in the room as she left, pulling out a handheld radio and depressing the talk button.

"She's out the door. Dressed to kill as usual. I can't imagine she'll have any problems, he's known as a ladies man. Or likes to think of himself that way anyway. Yeah. She knows what she's doing. We won't hear from her for a few days if all goes well. No, she doesn't know there's anyone else. Didn't want her to look at them differently. Yes. Yes. I know Bill. She knows the drill. She's on her own for now. God help her."

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She whipped the red convertible into the spot and cut the engine. The loud techno beat disappeared and she took a deep breath before getting out. This was it.

Leaving the car, she grabbed the small handbag and refreshed her lipstick before heading into the club. The instant she entered and the music's funky beat overtook her, Brynne ceased to exist as she settled . Ivy, the confidant, somewhat arrogant woman walked to the bar and ordered. Downing the shot quickly, she took the beer and put her back to the bar, her gaze sliding slowly over the dance floor before locking onto the dim door into the VIP room. That's where they'd be. But she was in no hurry. This was his club. They'd know the ring once someone noticed it, if the bartender hadn't already. It was Tristan's ring and with him gone, it left a sizable chunk of territory open, ripe for the taking. She wouldn't even have to ask about Antonio and his buddies. They'd find her. If they were half as good as she'd heard anyway.

Finishing her beer, she ordered another round and downed the shot before slipping out onto the dance floor, her lithe body moving as one with the music.

 

[pinkjessie69]

Miko Mido "The Green Dragon"


Age 25
Hair: Black
Race: Polynesian
Eyes: Green
Name in the Corporation: Green Dragon
Real Name:Teresa Hayes

Take the drugs and bring back the cash. Why was it always the same. Teresa had become the main source for the drug trafficing. Teresa had been undercover with this group for too long it seemed. She wanted out. It had been two years now. She often wondered how the DEA was never able to do anything with the information they had. She wondered if they really wanted to. Was, she just wasting time in this gang, or rather this Corporation as they liked to call themselves. Perhaps, she should have gone into law right out of Harvard, but the DEA had recruited her. Her deadly looks and the ability to speak 5 languages didnt hurt either.

Teresa is 5'6". 125 lbs. She has what some would call a tight body. Her long black hair, usually braided into two pigtails, accentuates her curves. She had got into the Corporation when it had just started after they had taken over a couple different gangs territories. She was high up, however, high you could be withour calling any real shots. She was attached to Antonio in more ways than one. What she had at one point detested, she somewhat looked forward to. He was great to her. Gave her whatever she wanted and took care of her in more ways than one. She continued to gather information and drop it off in the same place. She was contacted periodically on her progress. Her job was to keep getting information. However, the job and her real life started to get hazy. She didnt know the difference anymore, nor did she know how she truly felt about the man she went to bed with.

"You got the money?" she asked coldly staring at Big John. She had dealt with him several times in the past, usually without a hitch. This time, something seemed wrong.
"Well dragon, I dont happen to have it on me this time. You see, I ... hmmm lost it all at the track. But Bruno and Marko, here will be happy to take it off your hands." Big John replied.
What the hell was he thinking. Apparently, Big John forgot who he was messing with. "You think, Antonio is gonna be happy if I let you take this for free?" She whipped around and punched Marko in the nose, possibly killing him. She kicked the other in the crotch as he went for his gun. They were both down. The first one didnt get up and the second one laid there just moaning to himself. Big John was shocked, so shocked he blundered and took a step back instead of grabbing his own gun. Teresa was on him instantly. "No one fucks with Antonio and no one fucks with Miko."
As Big John went for his gun, the Dragon took over. She grabbed his arm and spun him around, kneeing him in the stomach and hitting him in the back of the neck. There was a snap as something in Big Johns arm gave way. "You fucking asshole! You don't know what you just did. I should kill you for this. Now where the fuck is my money?" Big John pointed at the table.
The dragon, took the money along with the drugs she had brought. "If I were you, I would get the fuck out of town before Antonio finds out what you did." She kicked him one more time in the stomach as she walked out.
She got on her Ninja 1100, red with anger and wet from the excitement she just had. Adrenaline was a naturaly aphrodesiac for her. Kicking the crap out of someone always made her hot and moist. She needed to cool down. She needed a drink. Back to "The Tank", to get a little of both and let Antonio know, they were possibly short one customer.

 

[midknight1981]

Obsidian sat on the sofa in the vip of the club with a beer as he did almost every night waiting to see if he could either get lucky or get some business, so far tonight neither had happened.
He surveyed the dancefloor looking for any familiar faces but he saw none.
Sipping on his beer he spoke under he breath "I guess it's just you and me tonight" he cast a glance over to the bar and his eye was caught by a woman who appeared to be looking right at him, she was stunning, she had long hair with highlights that seemed to glow under the lights of the club,
He stood up and waved her over to the vip room, hoping that she would come over to him, maybe this was going to be an interesting night after all.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm was in his usual spot, next to the door to the VIP room, but out of sight unless needed. He was keeping an eye out for trouble, and a pretty lady. He saw one that had just came in and sat at the bar, and thought that she was cute. He was also the unofficial bouncer of the club, along with being the enforcer for the gang in the back. No one got through that door without him knowing about it, or knowing them. He made sure of it, and people knew not to fuck with him. He wore black from head to toe, and carried a Desert Eagle on his back, and wore black sunglasses, even indoors.

Malcolm MacDonald
6'6
240 Pounds
Bald
Green Eyes
25
Enforcer

Malcolm was the enforcer for the gang, the one who took out the problems. He was not only well trained in killing, and to be able to do it without being caught, but he had brains to go with the muscle. He was second in command.

He came to this through his contacts through the Itallians, and also through his training in the Delta Force, where he was trained in stealth and killing. He also has a insatiable sexual appetite, which can be interesting in this roll.

 

[midknight1981]

Obsidian watched as she ignored him and went to the dancefloor,

"What a mover " he thought as he watched her dance, he left his seat and walked past Malcom giving him a nod as always and proceeded to the dancefloor, he worked his way slowly over to the girl, walked right up close and whispered into her ear

"Care to dance" without even waiting for an answer he spun her around, pulled her close and started to move both their bodies in unison in time with the music.

whilst dancing he noticed the ring on her finger, it belonged to Tristan,

"now how did a girl such as yourself find herself in the possesion of such a lovely trinket?" he whispered into her ear without losing his cool.

her being in possesion of that ring meant one of two things: either she stole it or she killed Tristan, which ever it was obsidian was interested to find out, as Tristan was not an easy man to kill and he certainly would never let this ring out of his sight.

 

[AriesWolf]

Antonio watched as Obsidian began to dance with the women that had brought in Tristan's ring. His biggest rival in the city was dead. That was the only explanation, the ring had been a gift to his family from Al Capone himself. Tristan's family had long been his supporters back in the early 20's.

He sat nursing a single beer, his temper was rising. He could feel the slow angry burn beginning to creep up the back of his neck. His main rival was gone, and he would have the names of whoever the fuck had killed him, and if the guy's were still alive, had have their balls on a plate, Tristan had been a rival he intended to take out himself.

He shot back the rest of his beer, and stepped out of the VIP room, his .357 Python hanging from his hip. Time to figure out how the hell this girl had gotten his rivals ring.

 

[AriesWolf]

Antonio watched as Obsidian began to dance with the women that had brought in Tristan's ring. His biggest rival in the city was dead. That was the only explanation, the ring had been a gift to his family from Al Capone himself. Tristan's family had long been his supporters back in the early 20's.

He sat nursing a single beer, his mood was improving. He could feel the a slow euphoric burn beginning to creep up the back of his neck. His main rival was gone, and he would have the names of whoever the fuck had killed him, and if the guy's were still alive, he'd have their balls on a plate, Tristan had been a rival he intended to take out himself, but this made it easier. And if someone had the power to take out Tristan, he would need those people dead.

He shot back the rest of his beer, and stepped out of the VIP room, his .357 Python hanging from his hip though concealed by his jacket. Time to figure out how the hell this girl had gotten his rivals ring.

 

[pinkjessie69]

Teresa parked her bike outside "The Tank" the place seemed a little busier than normal. Still mad about the incident but calmed down she entered the bar.
Everyone stopped as she came in. They could tell something went wrong by her demeanor. She was carrying two cases instead of one. She walked towards the VIP room, glancing at Antonio, she saw him staring at a woman on the floor. She felt angry at the thought of that. She turned her head in disgust. Could she be having feelings towards this incident. Was it jealousy?

She passed by Malcolm and went to the back. Malcolm mumbled something but she didnt pay attention. She went to the back room, put the bags away and slunk down into the soft couch, contemplating her next move.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm made notice that Teresa was in a mood tonight, and shook his head. He also saw antonio come out of the room and looked pissed. He watched what was going on, and knew that it had to have something to do with the broad who wore the ring.

 

[Alerdene]

She danced with wild abandon, her eyes flitting over the VIP entrance no more then any other person with mild curiosity. Her lips curved into a small smile as an attractive man worked his way to her and rather confidently began to dance with her.

Her body moved smoothly against his, the music pounding, lights flashing. His lips came against her ear and she smiled as she heard his question, his voice sounding tight but not angry.

Now how did a girl such as yourself find herself in the possesion of such a lovely trinket?

Her head tilted up, her expression amused as she watched his eyes flit to the ring on her thumb so there would be no mistaking his question. Still dancing, she turned her back to him, her ass brushing lightly against him as she moved. Having no intention of revealing herself yet, she flippantly answered,

This old thing? I bought it at a pawn shop. It's nice, yes?

She spun to face him again and her gaze caught movement at the VIP room. It was him... and he was watching them. The look on his face was somewhat unpleasant and she again wondered if perhaps the ring had been a bad idea. But no. It would all work out.

Turning away as a woman disappeared into the room, she smiled up at her dance partner.

Thanks for the dance. If you don't mind, I could use a drink. See you around maybe.

She flipped her hair back out of her eyes as she turned towards the bar, not waiting to see what her new companion would do. Her hips swung as she walked towards the bar, her tattoo peeking tantalizingly up from under her skirt. Reaching the bar, she motioned at the bartender to bring her another shot.

 

[midknight1981]

Obsidian followed her to the bar and as she motioned for another drink obsidian said "put this on my tab"

Obsidian looked her straight in the eyes and asked her

"I know who owned that ring and he would never sell it and I know a few people that are a lot less nicer than me that would also want to know who wouldnt even buy you a drink first, they are more the shoot first ask questions later kinda people if you know what I mean."

Obsidian looked her over again and thought to himself
"Now this one looks nice, but how the fuck did she come by that ring?"

He also noticed that Antonio was walking over looking pretty pissed and signaled to him that all was under control for the moment.

He turned back to the woman and asked
"I am Obsidian and at least you could tell me your name"

 

[Alerdene]

She looked at him from under her long lashes and nodded to the bartender as the man followed her and put her drink on his tab. Turning to face him in the small space she'd squeezed into at the crowded bar, she kept the vaguely amused look on her face as she downed the shot.

Her lips parted slightly at his mention of people who might shoot first and ask questions later, but she kept her eyes on him as he glanced away towards someone, motioning something.

I am Obsidian and at least you could tell me your name.

Picking up the beer that had appeared at her elbow, she took a sip and held the bottle, her perfect nails tapping lightly against the rim as she studied him. Obsidian. Of all of them, he was the one she knew the least about. Finally offering him a tentative smile as she answered.

Ivy. I'm Ivy. And thanks for the drink.

Her eyes went down to the ring and a dark look skittered across her face before it was replaced by her normal amusement.

The ring is mine. I had a slight disagreement with its previous owner and now it's mine. Is that a problem?

Her voice was taunting, teasing, a hint of a challenge in it's undertone. Glancing out at the man he'd motioned to, she chuckled.

Who's that? Your bodyguard? Think he'll mind if we dance some more?

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him right past Antonio and began dancing again, looking as if she hadn't a care in the world other then moving to the song.

 

[midknight1981]

as obsidian was pulled out onto the dance floor his mind was reeling,

they started to dance together again their bodies intwined and moving to the beat,

he held her close an whispered into her ear again but this time he mde sure that his lips just touched ever so lightly the very tip of her ear

"I dont think you look the killing type, you see that guy over there? thats Antonio and he is packing and he will be a lot less nice than I am, so I ask you one more time, and please answer me honestly this time, where did you get that ring?"

 

[AriesWolf]

If it had been any one else, Antonio would have broken his hand for "Signalling" in such a casual manner, but Obsidian was a man he both liked and to a certain degree trusted. He wandered over to the far end of the bar and caught sight of Teresa entering the back with two cases in hand. That wasn't right.

Leaving the woman with Tristan's ring in Obsidian's capable hands, he followed Teresa to the VIP room. She had laid the two cases on the table of the dark room and was sitting drinking a bottle from his personal stash of Russian Prince Vodka.

She was agitated, and practically smelled of adrenaline, something he knew turned her on a great deal. She looked good tonight, and he always found it arousing when she was mad. Despite the fact that whatever made her mad, usually pissed him off to.

"What happened with Big John Teresa" he asked, his voice deathly calm. It was always that way when he was bracing for bad news. The Calm before the storm his mother had called it, his father had been the same way when he was young apparently.

He stepped toward the cases. He didn't approve of using such large obvious containers, but many of his customers insisted on it. With a "click" he undid the latches on the first one. Opening it up to see 4 kg of cocaine staring up at him. He had been involved with his family business since he was 14 years old, and he had never once even been tempted to sample the product.

Opening the second case, he saw that the money was only roughly a quarter of what Big John owed. The slight euphoria had felt when he learned of Tristan's apparent death had been tempered by the knowledge that someone in the city was now capable of killing HIM. Now that slight happiness disappeared completely, and the storm was about to begin. Big John owed over 400 thousand dollars.

 

[midknight1981]

Obsidian

Obsidian noticed that Antonio had walked off into the back room , he again leant into Ivy and said in a slightly more sterner tone

"Look Ivy He may have just left and you can bet your bottom dollar that he will be back and very pissed, if you can help me out I will help you out with Antonio over there"

He was hoping that his words would sink in a little deeper, he kept thinking on how hot this ivy was and how her lovely tight ass kept brushing him and how that made him feel.

 

[pinkjessie69]

Upon Antonio entering the room and looking at the cases, she looked right at him, not sure where and when to start. She had already drank half a bottle of vodka.

"That fucking cocksucker tried to screw us. He wasnt planning on paying. He had two thugs with him and was probably planning on killing me. I think I killed one of them and probably broke Big John's arm" she exclaimed. "He wasn't gonna pay Antonio and they tried to attack me. Apparently, they let the dragon loose and it took over as it normally does. That was all the money that was in his safe. I am not sure if he was trying to take over some property or if he just got stupid. I told him to get the hell out of town."

She wanted to stand up and put her arms around him, but she was afraid of what his reaction might be. She just sai instead, pouring yet another shot of vodka.

 

[Alerdene]

His lips went against her ear and the involuntary shiver it gave her went flying down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was nerves, or the alcohol, or something else that she wasn't going to visit yet.

Her head turned slightly so that she could look at Antonio as Obsidian mentioned him. She watched him give a final glance their way before turning into the VIP room that the girl had disappeared into. Obsidian's voice came whispering through to her again, but with a much sterner tone, though he didn't sound angry... just persistant.

Spinning her body around and throwing her arms casually around his neck, she leaned up close, her heart racing as she knew this was it. No more playing games. If one were to be watching them, it looked as if she were wantonly embracing the man she'd just met. Her warm body pressed against his and it was her lips this time that brushed the lobe of his ear and neck, her voice rather sultry as she whispered to him,

Tristan is dead. What was his is now mine. It's that simple. What else do you need to know?

It wasn't that simple of course. She knew he'd have questions. Questions that would be hard to answer or even ask on a dance floor. She hadn't decided quite how much to tell them. As little as possible that she could get away with she figured. Not even her handlers knew what had actually happened that night at Tristan's apartment, and she'd no intention of changing that fact.

 

[midknight1981]

Obsidian

"Tristan is dead. What was his is now mine. It's that simple. What else do you need to know?"

Her voice was so low and soft the words were almost lost in the sound of the beating music

"Dead!!" he thought, "how is this possible?"

"Perhaps you would like another drink?" he said with a smile, Obsidian's voice had returned to it's normal soft tone,

as he led her to a small booth in the corner of the club he signalled to the barman to keep the drinks coming, he pulled out the chair for ivy to sit on, she had a bemused look on her face,
"Look, I may run with some bad people but that don't mean I dont have good manners"
Ivy sat down and obsidian edged the chair into the table a little.

"Look lady I know that when you came in here you were looking for someone and you come telling that Tristan is dead, I have only three questios for you,
1 Do you know what ring means?
2 Who are you looking for?
3 what do you want?"

the tone in his voice remained soft but it was the kind of soft people know that it means business.

Obsidian reached out held onto her hand lightly and said
"look if you cant tell me I cant stop Antonio" His gaze never broke from her eyes and he noticed that she had the most beautifull blue eyes.

in fact she was all beautifull and he felt somthing but unsure what it was or what to do about it, perhaps it was her evasiveness that drew him, maybe it was the way she looked, he wanted her but things like that would have to wait he needed answers.

 

[Alerdene]

Allowing herself to be led to a small booth, she sat in the chair he held for her, the short skirt riding to midthigh before resting against her warm skin. She gazed at him with a serious look as he spoke, his voice shifting tones once again as he conveyed his questions.

She hadn't answered yet, content to push him, see how far he would go before he got angry. Which is when he surprised her by touching her hand lightly and continuing,

Look if you cant tell me I cant stop Antonio

Was it a trick? Feigned concerned to get her to spill what he wanted to know? Or perhaps he was not as feared as perhaps she had been told. He seemed sincere. No... that's what he wanted her to think. Well, she could play games as well.

Her amused look came back, her eyes sparkled as she leaned forward slightly, her breasts straining against the thin material that held them back.

I'm very aware of what importance this ring has. I would imagine that you are as well or you wouldn't be so interested in how I came to have it. But Tristan is gone. Rumors are running rampant in his territory about who killed him. One of those rumors is sitting here before you.

Sitting back, she allowed a waitress to set a shot and beer in front of her before making herself scarce. Trying to appear as if nothing was bothering her, she picked up the shot and downed it, inwardly groaning at the amount of alcohol that was coursing through her veins. The last thing she needed was to get so drunk she let something slip. But this group had a reputation of fun-loving partiers. Tristan's gang had been even worse. She had no intention of breaking her role now.

Obsidian was watching her, a guarded look in his eyes, so she continued, slowly setting the shot glass in front of her. Letting out a sigh, her face took on a slightly troubled look, a light of fear flashed through her eyes before disappearing.

Tristan and I were.... well, we had an on again off again sort of relationship. We had a huge disagreement, a fight really. A very public one. I'll not bore you with the details, but the outcome remains the same. He's dead, and I'm here. With his ring. I came to see your boss. As far why? Well... I hold no illusions that I can keep his territory. Already they are scheming to take it away from me. However, I've become rather accustomed to a certain style of life, that I'm not anxious to leave. So I've come to ask for a truce. To strike a deal you might say.

She shrugged as if her next comment was of no real consequence, though she knew it was a serious risk. Antonio was not known as a push-over. Whoever killed Tristan was in serious danger from him... if he thought that person had eyes on other things anyway.

Perhaps to plead for my life. I'm aware that your boss might view whomever actually managed to off Tristan as a threat. So here I am. In plain sight for him to keep an eye on. Surely, a bunch of guys like you, won't see me as a threat will you?

Her voice had turned back to that playful tone as she sat back, taking a long pull at the beer, her eyes never leaving Obsidian's face. She took a risk in hinting that she had killed Tristan. It could backfire hugely, leaving her in serious trouble. But she didn't know how else to put it. It would be easy enough for them to send feelers out about his death and find out that the last person to see him was his so-called girlfriend Ivy. Nothing she had said had been a lie. She had been the last person to see Tristan alive, and what was left of his gang was plotting against her. She sat there, her nerves screaming out, but her face outwardly calm, wondering what Obsidian was thinking.

 

[midknight1981]

Obsidian watched her face intently as she spoke, she told him about her off and on again relationship with Tristan, how she had come here for help, a truce between Antonio and her,

"And how exactly were you going to speak to Antonio?" he asked with a quizzical look on his face.

"Were you just going to march on up to him and say 'hi Antonio you dont know me but Tristan is dead i have his ring which is the key to his territory and everyone is trying to take it from me and I want your help to stop them'?
well Ivy if that's your plan you will be leaving this club in a bag marked morgue"

all the time he was talking his eyes were wandering about her body he looked at her eyes at first, they were the kind of eyes a man could be lost in forever and her skin was so soft and smooth, "regain yourself man" was all that he could think, whatever people say about him he was worried for Ivy how did she get herelf into this, and she must be green if she thought she could march in and talk to Antonio

Looking back into her eyes he spoke again
"so what do you do for fun apart from talking to, dancing and drinking with strange men like myself then?"

Obsidian took the shot downed the beer and signalled to the bartender to bring over more drinks.

 

[AriesWolf]

Upon Antonio entering the room and looking at the cases, she looked right at him, not sure where and when to start. She had already drank half a bottle of vodka.

"That fucking cocksucker tried to screw us. He wasnt planning on paying. He had two thugs with him and was probably planning on killing me. I think I killed one of them and probably broke Big John's arm" she exclaimed. "He wasn't gonna pay Antonio and they tried to attack me. Apparently, they let the dragon loose and it took over as it normally does. That was all the money that was in his safe. I am not sure if he was trying to take over some property or if he just got stupid. I told him to get the hell out of town."

She wanted to stand up and put her arms around him, but she was afraid of what his reaction might be. She just sai instead, pouring yet another shot of vodka.

Antonio seethed with anger. Tristan was dead, some stuck up little club girl had his ring, and now a man deeply in his debt wasn't going to pay him. He glared at Teresa as she took another shot of his vodka. She had some nerve. The hot simmering anger began to take hold, he was tempted to smash the bottle on the table and tell her to get the fuck out, but no that wouldn't help at all. He had to think.

First of all, he needed to get Tristan's ring from the girl before that snake Obsidian could. Then he had to pay Big John a visit personally. The stupid bastard was probably in the hospital, nursing his broken arm, but when he got out, his death would make the news.

Antonio sat down at the table. What the fuck was happening? He could sense Teresa's eyes on him, he didn't really care. He wasn't in the mood to play with her right now, they had slept together on and off for the last six months or so. The sex was always good, but he was just too pissed off.

Breathing deeply he shook the thought away, he had to concentrate on that ring. How the hell would he get it? Everything would have been so much simpler if he had killed the bastard himself.

 

[midknight1981]

Obsidian pulled out his mobile phone and started sending a text message to Antonio letting him know about the girl and the ring and that he was planning to obtain the ring for him, when the message had sent he looked at Ivy again finding the way she pulled her beer very suggestive, he couldnt help himself as he felt his cock harden slightly, He drank another beer to try and cool himself down but it had little affect on him, Ivy was just too damned hot.

 

[Alerdene]

Were you just going to march on up to him and say 'hi Antonio you dont know me but Tristan is dead i have his ring which is the key to his territory and everyone is trying to take it from me and I want your help to stop them'?
well Ivy if that's your plan you will be leaving this club in a bag marked morgue

Angry and amused at the same time, she set the beer down and leaned back in her chair, aware of his eyes roving over her. Nodding slowly, she began twirling the ring on her thumb.

Yeah. That was pretty much it. Word for word, that's what I was going to say.

Tinkling laughter escaped her as he looked shocked for a moment before settling back down as he realized she was kidding. Ignoring his real questions a moment, she focused on his social ones.

I don't do much for fun lately. Before Tristan... well... the last few months have been tense. I'm hoping that changes soon.

Sitting back in her chair, she watched as he shook his head in disbelief at her seeming naivete. Turning from her slightly, he pulled out a phone and texted someone before his attention came back to her... his eyes full of a look she'd seen before. Not wanting to discourage his interest, knowing full well it could come in handy later, she smiled at him, her eyes lighting up as she did.

I'm not a helpless little girl you know. I took care of a lot of Tristan's business. I know a lot of things that might be of use to someone somewhere. Like the fact that Big John is planning to screw you guys out of some cash, if he hasn't already.

Ignoring his sudden guarded look, she continued,

Don't play dumb. I'm sure you know more about things going on then you'll let me know. And that's fine. But just be aware that I have a lot of information that could be put to good use. If Antonio isn't interested...

She shrugged, finishing her beer and standing slowly, as if to leave.

I'm sure someone else will be. Or who knows, maybe I'll just build a new empire and then you can answer to me.

 

[midknight1981]

He noticed the dragon tatoo as she stood and started to turn the fabric of her dress had raised showing off a little more of her silky white thighs than he thought she wanted to show.

"Please sit" he stood as she did grabbing her hand lightly, "Me and Antonio go way back and I am sure that we would be interested in any info that you may have, and I certainly don't want to lose your company because the night is still young and who knows what may happen" he said with a slight smile, not a harsh smile but a soft smile that in the past had melted a womans heart.

"unless that is you have other plans and you have a better way of getting what it is you ask".

He hoped that she would sit again,

 

[prissy_kytten]

OOC:

Angel
age 23
5'8
slim, with subtle curves, long brown hair, honey colored eyes

IC:
Angel was one of the gang she had grown up hard and fast, she had taken a liking to the fast pace life of drugs and power, she dabbled a little when she was a teen but decided that if she was ever going to advance she had to keep a clear head. She was close the gang leader as they had grown up together.
Most nights one could find her in the DJ booth at the club, it was her "honest" job, but when the lights were off and the music was done she could be found in other dealings, darker dealings.
Tonight she was in her booth watching the goings on, keeping her eye on anyone and everyone.
Dressed in her black leather mini, 3' heels and black leather corest she was a site, the read laces up the front added the finest hint of color and made the black rose dripping blood in the curve of her hip stand out in contrast to her lightly tanned skin.
Angel moved to the music and changed cd's never missing a beat, never letting the crowd down. Looking out she saw a new addtion to the bar a beautiful woman she had never seen before, she also notice that others had noticed herr as well. Thinking to herslef she thought that perhaps this woman might be in for more then she had bargained for when walking through the front door.