Welcome to Serbera

[Chronicler]

This game would involve a few people, of different sexes forming a group of thieves on a futuristic colony called Serbera. Although the universe is dominated by technology, recently a group of people known as The Old Ones have begun to delve into the secrets of magic...

Rift woke up with a jolt. The room was humid and stuffy, but mostly silent, except for the noise of the fan's jump lead swaying back and forth, banging on the fan itself as the twin blades rotated swiftly, squeaking softly every few seconds. He looked up at the fan. It looked like it was spinning itself out of the ceiling, swaying dangerously to and fro, prompting showers of plaster to fall onto the bed. Everything looked blue. It always did. At night, blue, but at daytime, everything changed to the characteristically orangeish-yellow that reminded him of the desertous landscape on New Morocco, his native planet and colony.
Heaving himself off the uncomfortable mattress onto the freezing, tiled floor, Rift walked to the window and looked outside, into the blueish night. He was 315 stories up, and any stars that were out there, were obscured by the light pollution made by the neon lights, and giant billboards. Most of the megalocorporate company's adverised below and above were over a thousand years old, and as a history student, Rift knew that massive companies such as Coca-Cola and Microsoft were just aliases for different companies nowadays. Their wealth hadn't expanded to accommadate the purchasing of small nations; nowadays the major firms governed planets.
He needed some cash, and the only way he could get some in this slum would be to mug someone who actually had some. After considering this for some time, he rejected the idea. It had happened too many times to him, and too many things could go wrong. He might have to make a trip to the factories...

 

[Maniac9538]

Zeke walked down the hallway and stopped in front of his long time friend Rift's door. Zeke wasn't the most powerful human in the galaxy but he was tall and strong, standing 6'7 and weighing close to 250 lbs, but he was quick and quite intelligent. He also was a bio-form....portions of his body were augmented with robotic parts, though he looked human his eyes were augmented to be able to see thermal, night vision as well as targeting. A small portion of his mind was a internal modem allowing him to be able to hack from any line on planet. Then there was his pride and joy's his hand customed guns, two Pistols looking like replica's of the ancient guns like the Colt 1911. One other thing even unknown to Zeke was that he was able to use magic, but this memory was lost due to his augmentation. Zeke knocked on Rift's door.
'Rift open up man it's Zeke'

 

[Chronicler]

Huh?

Rifts daydreaming was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. He fumbled for his ID Card, ran it through the slot, and the large steel door, slid open. For a moment he thought he saw a dark figure dart ino one of the other apartments in the hallway behind Zeke.
"Hi" he groaned, still groggy from having just woken up. "What time is it?" he said.
"2 am" Zeke laughed, and pushed past Rift into the apartment, "You need to get out more, man"
"Uhhh" was the only reply Rift could summon up.
"C'mon, get dressed. We're going out" Zeke said. "What? Where?" said Rift, suddenly wide awake. "Remember Leila Braiel?" Zeke asked, knowing full well Rift had never met a Leila Braiel. "Um...No?" said Rift hoplessly, "Should I?" he asked.
"Just get dressed, you stud" said Zeke, curling his fists up and pretending to box with Rift upon these words. He stopped boxing and surveyed Rifts dingy apartment. "Jesus, Rift, you gotta clean this mess up!" he said with disgust.
"What's that sound?" said Zeke. "It's my phone" said Rift, "will you get it for me?"...

 

[Maniac9538]

I sighed and shook my head stepping over boxes, clothes and pizza boxes. I reached the phone and picked it up. 'Rift's apartment, Zeke speaking what can I help ya with?'
a soft voice was on the other end
'Rift please'
'He's busy can I take a message or is it urgent?'
'it's urgent'
'alright hold on'

Zeke covered the mouthpiece to the phone.
'Rift phone call sounds like a cute girl needing you fer something.'
Holds the phone up to Rift to take.

 

[AmenRa]

Slade

Thomas Slade was NOT a small-time thief. That's what the cops had called him. Yeah, well, screw them. Ok, so he only wieghed about 185, and he wasn't near as big as Zeke, but he was a damn good shot with a plamsa pistol. He was also one of the best hackers in the business. Small-time! Fuck them.

He went by 'Slade' to both his friends and business associates. It is said that a thief really didn't have any friends, only partners. But he knew better. Zeke and Rift trusted him, and he trusted them. With his life. And that was that.

Slade was getting tired. He had been sitting in front of his computer terminal for hours. He really didn't know how long, or what time it was. He really didn't care. All he knew was that somewhere inside the main-frame computer of PsyTech was the secret codes he needed. Mind amplification formulas, they called them. What it meant, in truth, was magic. Yeah, magic. The old kind of magic. Abracadabra and that sort of thing.

People were dying from it. He had heard the stories, late at night in the bars he visited with his friends. The flying billboards that hovered over the city proclaimed "New Life In The Colonies". Bullshit. What it really meant was slavery. But, what it really meant to Slade was money. Lots of money. And while the governments pondered over how to make their lives harder, Slade worked to make his easier.

"Shit," Slade said. The screen had just displayed the "Access Blocked" words again. Okay, enough. Time to quit for now and try again another day. Shit, time for sleep.

Slade moved over to the small bed in the one room apartment. He didn't even bother taking off his clothes. He closed his eyes, thinking of his friends, and drifted off to sleep.

 

[Chronicler]

Hello?

Rift took the phone from Zeke. "Hello he said into the mouthpiece(which was difficult, because the phone was so small the earpiece and the mouthpiece were right next to each other. "Hello. My name is Sara Bruceton. You don't know me" she said, her soft voice melting it's way into Rift's ear. "He put his hand over the mouthpiece and turned to Zeke, who had given up trying to tidy up, and was now picking out some clothes for Rift to where. "You're right man, she does sound cute" he hissed, then returned to the conversation.
"So why are you calling me?" he said, getting straight to the point, "not that I mind, but..." he trailed off. "I believe we have a mutual friend who needs help. His name is Thomas Slade" she said slowly. Ah, Slade, but he could talk or type his way out of any jam, couldn't he?
"Sure, we're buds. Why does he need help?"
"I've received information...apparently Tommy's going to try and hack into the PsyTech mainframe" she said after a short pause. Jesus. He did need help. Hold on. Tommy? Only his family called him that, and his family were all killed eight years ago. "Hey, who are you?" he said. No answer. "Are you Slade's girlfriend?" he said, but he knew she wasn't going to answer. The line went dead. "
"Bye" he said softly. "Who was that?" said Zeke.

 

[Chronicler]

Who's that girl ?

"I don't know" Rift said slowly. Zeke was chewing from some pizza he had heated up. "Hey Rift, I've been watching this sexy girl in a window of the building opposite. She was on the phone for a coupla mintutes, but she just put down the phone and-" Zeke's eyes widened and he spat out the pizza. Rift was already dressed and heading for the door. "You don't think it was the girl on the phone, do you?" shouted Zeke as Rift backtracked to grab his coat, it had his system-jack in it.
Slade was a Zero-Access hacker, he didn't use a system-jack. He used a Re-Bute, which is inserted into the same terminal as a system-jack, but requires the user to hack using AlphA code, the most widely used code. Rift was a Jacker. He used the obscure Beta code to hack, and it was rewarding, because he was good. As good as Slade. But they were both outclassed by Zeke, who used nothing at all to hack. He was what was known as a Shifter. He hacked into pure Gamma code. Of course, he could also use a Re-Bute and system-jack, but he didn't need to.
They were on the third floor now heading downwards. Five later they hit the first floor with a shudder. Opposite was seconds the building of Interior Affairs. The affirs going on in the interior, were various brothels spread out on different floors. "We're gonna have to wait for her in lobbly, no point in going to look for her up there or we'll lose her altogether. Zeke, I'm counting on you, Zeke, you gotta point her out to me" Rift said.
Zeke suddenly grabbed Rift's shoulders and spun him around, so that they were facing the revolving doors. "See that girl? Getting into the black limo. That's her! And the girl next to her is Leila" he said excitedly, "Now we have to go to the party" he said thoughtfully. "Bulsh-" Rift started, but at that moment, the girl's eyes met with his, and they widened. She hurried into the limo and slammed the door. Rift and Zeke looked at each other stupidly. "Get her" they shouted simultaneously and sprinted towards the limo, but they were too late. They nearly got fried by the limo's afterburner before it hovered into the distance and flew behind a skyscraper along with all the other friday-night traffic.
Rift turned to Zeke."Where did you say that party was gonna be?"

 

[Maniac9538]

Zeke swore under his breath at what had gone on as he picked up his car, a souped up hover car most of the parts were illegal, but what did he care. He popped open the door to his car and slid in the vehicle automatically recognizing him adjusted everything to him, only three people could dive this car. Himself, Rift and Slade. He pulled around the corner and picked up Rift.
'Should we go check in on Slade and pick him up or just head out to the party?'
Lou looked to Rift, Lou's mind already working on hacking the security cam mainframe. Security cams were positioned all around the city to help the cops track suspects, find accidents, count dead bodies or anything else they could come up with, he finally hacked in. 'Sometimes this internal hacking unit comes in handy' he thought to himself. He popped up two cameras he could float around the city and not be missed. He finally got one on the Limo and the other was hovering outside Slade's apartment just in case.

 

[AmenRa]

Finally, Slade slept. It really didn't take him long to doze off at all, considering the fact that his brain was frazzled from staring at lines of code for hours. His cat had nestled itself on top of his head, purring softly. That didn't keep him awake, either. Nope, one thing that kitty was good for was inducing sleep.

And then Slade began to dream. He dreamed of sorcerors and witches. Man, what kind of shit was that? Must have been those tamales he ate for dinner. That pre-prep food was nasty on the stomach anyway.

 

[Chronicler]

Rift

" I think we should pick up Slade and then go to the party. Maybe he could enlighten us a little bit" said Rift. "Mind if I use your VidPhone?" he asked, already dialing Slade's number. "Help yourself" Zeke said, under his breath...

 

[AmenRa]

Slade thought he heard his phone ringing. No, it was just a dream. So, in his dream, he answered the phone. But it kept ringing. Dammit. Slade opened his eyes, and groped around in the darkness by his bed until his hand rested on the vidphone. He shouldn't have put those rugs over the window. It kept out the blue, but it sure did make it dark in here.

He touched the flashing answer bar. The screen came to life, an image of Rift came into focus. Slade looked at the small screen through sleep-crusted eyes.

"Hey, man," Slade said. "What's going on?"

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen gunned the engine to her Viper ZX motorcycle. Black, chrome, throbbing engine. Her pride and joy.

She had changed into more comfortable gear. Her 5'4" slender frame was now dressed in tight black leather pants and an even tighter black t-shirt. Her leather gloves were getting a little worn but they were her favorite pair and she was loath to give them up yet. Knee high boots finished the outfit. They were sexy but practical. A first? She smiled as she kicked the stand up and turned the engine off, leaning the machine to rest on it before getting off.

"Purring like a kitten Jo... you've done wonders!" She smiled as she spoke appreciatively to the darker girl in the grease stained overalls.

"Well it wasn't fuckin' easy, she looked like she'd been through flames girl. What the fuck did you get up to on your weekend?"

Vixen chuckled. It was a pleasant sound. She flicked her silky black hair over one shoulder and shrugged nocholantly. Her fair skin was flawless and her deep blue eyes were arresting. She was pretty. She'd been told so on numerous occassions, but she wasn't to be messed with.

"Nothin' much, just the usual, you know..." she shrugged. Her voice was modulated, sexy.

"You never tell me... how the fuck am I supposed ta know?" Grumbled Jo.

Vixen laughed and patted Jo in a consolitory manner on the shoulder.

"How much do I owe ya?"

"Hmm, lemme see, had to rewire the core monitor, refurbish the engine casing, totally replace the nitro elevator..."

"Yeah, yeah, quit with the techno-babble give me the bottom line."

"Five hard"

"Fuck OFF! What did you put in her? Solid fuckin' core?"

"Vixen, she was trashed, you're lucky I even had the parts, you know most of the original work on her wasn't even legal."

"Okay okay, five hard... look... I can give you two now... you know I'm good for the rest... gimme 3 cycles."

"I ain't runnin' a fuckin' charity Vix."

"I need this Jo, I won't ditch ya."

Jo stared at Vixen hard.

"Ok, 3 cycles but I ain't waitin', if you don't cough up, I'm gonna have to play dirty."

Vixen smirked. "I hear ya. Hey, who's the swank bastard with the fuckin' limo?"

"A customer who can pay her bills... now fuck off!"

Vixen laughed as she aimed her card at Jo's register. Jo punched up the account and the transfer of funds was made.

Vixen nodded and got onto her bike as if to leave. She fiddled with the on board computer for a bit as Jo went to greet her customer. The limo's window opened and Vixen slipped on her sunglasses. She flicked a switch on the side of her frames and instantly her view zoomed in on the window opening. She saw a girl. Very good looking. Jo and the girl exchanged a few words and she saw a transaction take place but from her angle she couldn't see how much it was. She shrugged to herself. None of her business anyway, and besides he had a party to go to.

Pulling her hair up she slipped on her helmet and rode the bike road-style out of the aptly named "Joe's Garage".

She flicked a glance upwards. Habit. Checking for roving cameras. She frowned as she saw a glimmer but as it didn't seem focused on her she decided it shouldn't bother her.

Party time. She grinned.

 

[Chronicler]

Rift

Slade's face came up on the monitor. It looked as though we had woken him up. "Sorry if we woke you up..." I said. "Ha!" he said. "As if!". He then proceeded to wipe the sleep form his eyes. Yeah. As if. "Get ready, Zeke and I are coming to pick you up. We're going to party" I said cutting the line before he could complain or refuse.
I turned to Zeke, who was looking thoughtful. "Hey, where's the limo going. Our mystery lady looks like she's making a small detour before the party. Maybe she needs to freshen up?"

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen had an incoming call. She transfered it to her helmet consol as she sped out onto the road.

"Vixen..." she spoke curtly.

"Hey babe..." A visual came up in the upper left of her field of vision. A Golden haired masculine hunk of a man with baby blue eyes she had just wanted to swim in.

"I told you to NEVER call me again!" She growled.

"Sugar... you hurt me..." his face took on a petulant pout.

"Fuck Dilan, you're not expecting me to fall for that crap are you?"

His eyes hardened marginally, "I wanted to know if I could score a hit of you..." he said harshly.

"As if!"

"I'm serious... my... my regular guy fell through... I'm in a tight spot..."

"I don't deal!"

He looked surprised but quickly recovered.

"I... I figured you'd know someone..." he trailed off hopefully.

"Nope... sorry... see ya!" She smiled winingly at him before cutting the line.

"Stupid son-of-a-bitch!" She growled. "Should have knifed him when I had the chance." She hadn't even enjoyed her ride thanks to the moron. She pulled into the crowded lot and pulled off her helmet.

She shook out her silky dark hair and slung the thing over one of the handles. She flipped open the back of her bike and rumaged around for her lipstick. She found it and applied a liberal amount of the soft glossy pink. She puckered up and smiled at herself in the reflective surface of her bike. She tossed the tube back into the back of the bike and locked it up.

She whistled tunelessly as she approached the warehouse. She could feel the thump of the bass with her feet as she got near enough. Finally reaching the door marked with a bold number "8" she kicked the door twice.

A panel opened and two beady eyes peered out.

"Who the fuck are you?"

She smiled sexily at him.

"I'm the entertainment of course..." she winked.

The eyes frowned and looked her up and down.

She struck a pose for effect.

He nodded and the panel closed. She heard several bolts slide and then the door opened to let her in. The place was pumpin'.

She smiled. Ah yes. This was the life. This thought was abruptly cut off as a pair of hands started to unceremoniously pat her down. She controlled the instinctive urge to knee the guy in the groin. He'd obviously been doin' it all night. He was sloppy. Didn't even find the knives she hid in her boots. She smiled at him as he nodded her inside. The dark entrance way opened up into all the colours of the proverbial rainbow.

The music seemed to insinuate itself into her bones. She loved the harsh steady beat of it. She started to sway with it as she moved into the crowd. She felt several hands paw at her ass but she'd had worse and she wasn't about to let it spoil her night. Tonight she was going to forget work, forget life, forget all the crap and just BE. She screamed at the top of her lungs and started to undulate to the music. Several men AND women started to bump and grind against her. She revelled in it. She blew kisses at the particularly attractive ones and ordered drinks from the less attractive.

 

[Chronicler]

Rift

OK. We're all here. Time to get to the party.

"This is it?" said Slade. He sounded a bit dissappointed. "What's wrong?" said Zeke, picking up on Slade's mood. "I thought you said this girl was rich. This looks like the usual warehouse bash. AND it's even on ground level. I thought we'd be in some massive skyrise condo by now" Slade replied. Ah, so that was it. To be completely truthful, I was also a bit surprised.
"Don't be such idiots" said Zeke. "Haven't I told you never to judge a book by it's cover? If you really think that it's gonna look the same inside as it does outside, then I've really gotta start hanging out with some new people" he said, settling the matter once and for all. We got out the car and headed for the warehouse.
There was security, but it wasn't tight. It was probably the guy's first gig. He didn't even catch Slade's deck or mine. Both were considered illegal weapons in this new age of technology. But when he finished with us we smiled at him and handed in our weapons. Mostly small energy weapons, but h still looked embarrassed. If his superiors had been there he would have been fired on the spot.
"OK. It's looking better. But where's our Mystery Lady and the rich girl?" I asked looking around. My body was pulsing to the thumping of the entire warehouse. Slade looked happier. "They're probably in those private boxes" he said, pointing to the boxes he was referring to. They looked soundproof. The security was going to be heavier over there...
Slade must have been thinking along the same lines as I was because he said: "We're gonna need invitations". Zeke just smiled as he reached into his trousers' pocket. He pulled out four passes. Slade smiled. "Who's the fourth one for?" I asked. "Complain, complain, complain" Zeke sighed. "They're" he paused, and then continued, "...just in case".
Slade grabbed the invitations and then turned to Zeke and I. "Gentleman" he smiled again, "shall we?" he asked. Zeke and I looked at each other and grinned. This was our cue. "Lets" we said together, and strolled toward the boxes through the throngs of people who were dancing. And then I noticed her...

 

[Maniac9538]

As they entered though he saw Vixen and smiled seeing the girl he had tried and never could land. He never expected to see Vixen here. 'I'll be damned' With that he split from Slade and Rift and snuck up behind Vixen covering her eyes.
'hmmmm if you guess who this is Vixen, I'll do things to you, that you only dreamed of.' His voice was soft in her ear, using the same line that she used on him everytime until she hooked up with Dilan.

 

[Chronicler]

Rift

She was beautiful, but before I could go and speak to her Zeke pushed past me, sneaked up behind her and put his hands over her eyes. He obviously knew her. Slade and I looked at each other and shrugged. "Zeke!" I shouted. "I can't hear you!" he shouted back. I pointed to the boxes to tell him that we were going to carry on to the boxes without him. He nodded to show he understood. I took one last, lingering look at the beauty and then Slade pulled me away.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen...

Vixen stiffled her laughter.

The deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. His breath tickling her ear.

She placed her hands over his... then dropped them suddenly and he felt them on his ass. She pressed her own ass into his crotch and wiggled.

He immediately dropped his hands and she spun around to face him.

"Hey there would be lover..." her mouth twitching into a smile.

"Fancy meeting you here... since when did you get invites anywhere happening?" She teased. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and her eyes gleamed with mischief. She looked over his shoulder at the two men walking up the metal stairway that led to the private booths.

Her eyebrow raised curiously. She looked back at Zeke and smiled again, this time impishly.

"They with you?" He couldn't quite hear her. She leaned forward, tempting him with her cleavage. She LOVED to tease him. "Those boys with you?" She asked again against his ear.

He nodded in reply. She smirked.

"They really think they're gonna get in up there?"

Zeke whipped the passes before her eyes. Her eyes widened with surprise. Despite herself, she was impressed. Blatantly she slipped her arm around his and hugged him so he could feel her softness pressing into him.

"Baby... show me that good time you just promised me..." she giggled just as one of the more unattractive... but very built guys came back with one of her drink orders.

"HEY ... that guy botherin ya?" He yelled glaring at Zeke.

Vixen looked over at the guy as if surprised to see him there. She looked back at Zeke and then shrugged. Neither admitting or denying anything. She really did love to watch guys fight over her.

She took the drink he'd brought and lifted it to her lips. Her tongue protruding sexily to lick the rim. She winked at the hulking would be hero and then tossed the entire contents back licking her lips as she finished.

Incredible hulk took one look at her closeness to Zeke and decided, with his small brain, that this was competition. He tossed his own drink away and approached aggressively. Again Vixen looked on in surprise.

She quickly kissed Zeke on the cheek and whispered into his ear... "good luck lover... your prize awaits you..." she followed up with her tongue licking up ths side of his neck before she stepped away to watch the chaos.

 

[Moneytalks]

Sara Bruceton

Sara had her limo take her to Joe's Garage. A reliable source. Leila had recommended the place herself. She opened the window and was surprised to see a woman approach her window. She shrugged and made an order. She was gonna need it to get through tonight. What a drag. She hadn't wanted to even go to this stupid party, if it hadn't been organised by Leila's latest boyfriend she would have found a way out of going. As it was, she'd made a promise. And, surprisingly perhaps. She actually kept promises to her friends.

Blonde blue eyed babe? That's what most men referred to her as. That she had money and style was usually an added bonus. She wasn't adverse to hiring men to pleasure her. Not adverse at all. It kept her apetites in check and she liked that feeling of control, it also kept her... well... let's call it reputation in tact. In her world. Reputation meant EVERYTHING.

She was her daddy's little princess, and she intended to remain that way.

The limo pulled into the lot. She frowned at the area.

"God... how tacky..." she complained before allowing the driver to open her door. She checked her elaborate hair style in the mirror before stepping out. She adjusted her skin tight outfit. It was pure white and it sparkled with hidden silver thread when she moved. She liked being noticed, and her outfit screamed... CHECK ME OUT! Body hugging it was basically a short short micro mini skirt with thigh high boots and a teeny fitted bodice that pushed up her cleavage. She wore a white fur coat over the entire outfit.

The great thing about having a state of the art limo. Pleanty of changing room. She kept a few outfits on board for such emergencies as this. Her stint down town had required... a more... demure look. Now she was stepping out on the town.

She walked into the warehouse imperiously. She was known... and she was let in without her having to say anything. She stalked up the metal stairs to find Leila and her friends. Her attitude alone forcing people to move out of her way.

 

[Maniac9538]

He laughed 'Damn you hun, always getting me in trouble...I out....' His sentence as the hulking man decked him in the head, Zeke dropped to a knee, the would be hero gloating to his friends how easy it was. Zeke just grinned, slammed a fist into the man's knee, blowing it out, then rose driving his fist undermeath the mans's chin with a satisfying crunch as he broke the guy's jaw, prolly knocking a few teeth out as well. Zeke stood up and looked to the now mess what was of the mans face and contemplated breaking his nose, when the massive man began sobbing like a little child. Zeke just shook his head 'Pathetic', looking to man's friends who approached and they backed off until Zeke moved and walked over to Vixen. 'You like getting me in trouble don't you baby?' Kissed her cheek gently 'so ready to party?' In his hand were the two extra passes for he and Vixen to use.

 

[Moneytalks]

Vixen

Vixen grinned with wicked delight. It had been a short battle. She looked down her nose at the fallen would be suitor and slipped her arm through Zeke's.

"Lead on... I'm ALWAYS ready to party..." she smiled up at him. For now anyway, she was by his side, but Zeke knew better than anyone that meant little in the long term. Vixen was her own woman and it seemed that little and no one kept her for very long.

"Hmmm... interesting..." she was looking up at the balcony as the vision in white disappeared into a booth. They walked up together and as they reached the top of the stairs a bulky guy in a suit stopped them. Zeke produced the passes and Vixen smiled at the man coquettishly. He ignored them both as he looked over the passes carefully. Then he scanned them with his hand held.

The light flashed at the top momentarily before going green.

"Sir... M'aam..." he nodded them in returning the passes to Zeke.

"Well darlin'... you're travelling in lucrative circles these days... always took you for a time waster myself... living from one score to the next... seems I might have misread you?" She looked at him thoughtfully.

A loud noise drew both their attention. It was coming from one of the booths and it sounded like voice raised in anger along with the breaking of several glasses.

One of the booth doors opened and the vision in white stalked out. She was pulled back roughly by a really sleazy looking type. All the money in the world couldn't hide it.

"Bitch! I told you that NO one walks out on me got it?"

"FUCK OFF Ryan you balls for brains!" She screached back trying to shake him off.

"You fuckin' whore! Give me what you promised or I'll slit your fuckin' throat!"

"Go drown in sewage you jerk... I never promised you anything!"

He drew back his and hand backhanded her acroos the mouth. By this stage another girl had run up behind Ryan. She was a voluptuous type. Not exactly pretty, but sexy in her own way.

"Ryan honey... she didn't mean anything... come on... come back inside!" She whinned.

Sara lay where she fell. Her hand across her cheek seemingly in shock. At the other girl's words however she looked up angrily.

"I can't believe you're siding with him Leila!" She hissed, "talk about deluded... he doesn't give a shit about you anyway!" She stood up and Leila managed to look outraged herself.

"Jesus Sara... Ryan was right... you ARE delusional, and don't worry... he told me how you came on to him at my father's cocktail party... you stupid bitch... you just can't stand that I'm happy can you?"

Sara looked like she was about to respond but seemed to decide against it. She spun around regally and stalked down the walkway. She shouldered between Zeke and Vixen who parted to let her by. Vixen looking on silently. She took in the girl's face as she passed and her eyes widened in recognition. The chick from Joe's Garage. She noted that lil' piece of information for future reference.

Meanwhile Leila was simpering as she held on to Ryan's arm. Ryan still looked mad enough to kill someone but he seemed to realise that Zeke and Vixen were still watching so he just gave them a look as if to say 'WHAT?' then he pulled Leila back into his private booth after him. The door slamming with a resounding thud.

"Looks like trouble in paradise..." Vixen giggled... "come on... let's find your friends!" She tugged him onwards.

 

[Chronicler]

Rift

"Zeke!" I said. "Listen, Slade's waiting for you in our box with a couple of other people. I think I just spotted our mystery informant. I'm gonna go check the situation out"
"Yeah, I saw her as well, 'cept I don't think now's a good time to go quizzing her about-" he began, but the woman hanging on his arm kicked Zeke in his shin, causing him to yelp sharply. "You-go-right-a-head" he said through gritted teeth.

I caught up with her before she had reached the bottom of the stairs. "You have some explaining.... to do?" I said grabbing her and spinning her around. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Nevertheless, she still looked gorgeous. I found myself instantly attracted to her, and hoped that she wasn't one of Slade's girlfriends.

 

[Maniac9538]

I shook my shin looking to Vixen 'What was that for?' damn her steel toed boots hurt like an SOB. 'Why is it every time we hang out I get hurt? Am I cursed or something around you Vixen?'

 

[Chronicler]

Rift

"Um" I began, but to be honest, I was a bit lost. I had expected to find her and confront her in an orderly fashion (as orderly as thief can expect to get). "What the hell is going on?" I shouted. Or at least I wanted to, but instead, blurted out something else completely.
"Are you okay? Did someone hassle you?" I said. I didn't even know her name, and I was already acting like a protective brother or a jealous lover...

 

[AmenRa]

Slade had watched them. He stayed out of Vixen's way. And out of Rift's. The bar was where he was at. Hell, if he was going to get woke up to come here, he might as well enjoy it.

Tequila. Ah, yes, tequila. It wasn't real Tequila. It wasn't as if he really cared.

He watched the people meander through the mass of others. Each one had there own agenda, he knew. And, somewhere in the midst of this crowd, there was money to be made.