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Post by Romulus Vargas on Aug 1, 2010 15:55:14 GMT -5
People watching had never been one of Romulus' hobbies when he was younger. Quite frankly, he had never found the time for it. Between his job and his family (and the vast crossover between the two), the subtle joys of simply taking in the sights of strangers coming and going were lost to him.
In his "retirement" that had seemed to change. He sat at a small glass table out the front of the most extravagant wine bar that this particular Space Station could manage. A bottle of thick red wine sat on the table next to two glasses, one full, one empty and untouched. The former don lounged back in a plush chair. Red Velvet. Romulus had tutted at a few decorating choices like that when he'd arrived, but he'd had this place specifically pointed out as having the best wine on the station. He could forgive the gaudiness of the furniture if it meant a good bottle of red.
Of course, the bar had other outstanding benefits too and Romulus found his eye wandering to a dark haired waitress who was taking the order of a couple at a nearby table. He chuckled a little to himself and reached into his pocket, taking out the pair of tickets he'd purchased a few weeks earlier. There was still plenty of time, he told himself, lifting the full glass to his lips and drawing in just the tiniest amount of sweet wine.
Putting the glass back down, he turned his sunglass-shrouded gaze to the thousands of Space Station visitors that flocked by in the "street" opposite him. Traders, holidaymakers, security, mechanics, assorted riff-raff. Thousands of lives, all going in different directions, probably only ever to meet this once in their entire existence before disappearing to different ends of the galaxy. He sighed, running his finger around the rim of his glass, his eyes darting from one passerby to the next, settling on their face for a few moments before moving onto the next. So many strangers, and so many of them seeming to just buzz on by through the crowd. Was it just a trick of Romulus' ageing mind that people had seemed more vibrant and energetic when he was younger? Or was it true? Were people these days just slowly becoming zombies, drifting along and never taking stock of their lives.
Romulus shrugged a little to himself, lifting the glass to his lips once more, this time taking a much larger gulp. He waited for someone. Anyone really. He didn't know what sort of person he wanted to see yet, but he hoped they'd be damned interesting.
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Post by sophie on Aug 21, 2010 18:17:11 GMT -5
It was uncommonly quiet for Katya at the brother lately. One of her clients had been idiot enough to let his wife find out about his trips to Elysian Fields, and another had been forced to move due to a transfer with his job. Yet another (one she didn't particularly like anyway) had simply run out of the funds for her special brand of entertainment and had gone to one of the less expensive girls.
She still had four well-paying clients, and the amount she made off of them was fine. But Katya was bored. More than more money, she wanted a new toy. Someone exciting to spend time with, even if it was just for the evening. So, after talking it over in her head with Sophie, they'd agreed to dress up and wander the nicer part of the colony. Sophie liked the sites, Katya liked the potential.
Her thigh-length dress sparkled in the city lights, giving it the illusion of being several colors rather than just silver. Her faux feather boa (real feathers were outrageously priced nowadays, even with her wages) was soft and warm against her shoulders while the jewels of her choker danced teasingly in her cleavage (the clasp on the front of it bore a special symbol that identified her as a courtesan). Her lace-up black shoes clicked on the pavement and one of her opera glove-covered hands clutched her purse protectively.
Katya stopped outside of one of the nicest bars known on the colony, smiled pleasantly at the bouncer by the door, and strutted in. This place was packed to the brim with rich men who no doubt had more money than they knew what to do with burning holes in their pockets. It was perfect.
((OOC: Her dress looks like this, but an actual dress that comes to her thighs: img2.timeinc.net/ew/img/daily/600/mrouge_l.jpg )
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Post by Ludwig on Aug 21, 2010 21:59:14 GMT -5
((Well ff. XD If Sophie's there, who's watchin' the brothel? Jay Kay. I've been working on a post for this too, I'm just still workin' some stuff out with Helena)
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Post by Romulus Vargas on Aug 30, 2010 16:16:48 GMT -5
(Woot, a Mr. Vogel too! Ancients Sandwich!)
Romulus lifted the glass to his lips once again, holding it there as his nostrils filled with the scent of a bewitching perfume. He tried to place the aroma, knowing (or at least fearing) that this wasn't the first time he'd encountered it. With a raised eyebrow the former Don turned his head towards the door.
Moments later he was hoping that no-one had seen him almost snort the entirety of the remaining wine in his glass through sheer shock. He quickly put the gleaming goblet back down, raising a napkin to his face and quietly choking.
When he finally regained his composure, he turned back to see the girl, mentally checking every few seconds that his jaw wasn't crashing to the ground. Who... Was she?
Romulus scooted his chair back, crossing one leg over the other and raising his glass again, giving the newcomer a subtle nod of his head.
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Post by sophie on Aug 30, 2010 20:04:13 GMT -5
((*snerk* I have a feeling the brothel will stay in one piece even without Sophie's huge assets inside to keep it standing))
Katya had become accustomed to a certain kind of movement shown by interested onlookers. It wasn't a matter of who noticed her. Unless he was either blind or completely gay everyman noticed, thanks to Sophie's generously shaped body. The movement from the man near the door indicated that he was either drunk or ballsy enough to actually want her attention in return.
The party in question was not only good-looking with fine tanned skin and a handsome exotic face, but he was an older man. Katya grinned. Older men were her favorite. They were more mature than the younger men, more experienced and... somehow more fun.
She strutted over to him, her smile now alluring and her breasts shifting slightly with each step. She stopped beside him, leaning forward a bit to give him a nice little sneak peak at her cleavage.
"You look like you need a date tonight," she commented. "What's your name?"
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Post by germania on Aug 31, 2010 13:44:49 GMT -5
((But her Huge Assets (tm) are what's keeping the ceiling from caving in!))
"You never take me anywhere anymore." So Helena said. So she had said with that cute little pout of hers that she had perfected over their years together. Her green eyes would get so large, and those full lips would turn downward and protrude, exaggerating their form even more. And even the way her perfectly shaped eyebrows would tilt. By Gott he hated that face. Because it was too damn irresistable. Ansehelm just couldn't say no to that face, and it was probably the only thing in this world that had him stammering his grumbles trying to come up with something to verbally counter it. So, whenever Helena really wanted something, or... whatever it was. She'd use it on him. Once before he'd been able to say no. Several times in a row in fact, to get a point across. But he of course HAD to change his mind. Helena was also a bit of a spiteful thing, and he was no exception to it. So if he denied her, she'd deny him something else. And it was usually double. (As in, pouring out the last beer in the fridge the night he came home from a mission. Oh that'd ALWAYS get him.)
And so, when Helena had pulled that face with that outrageous claim the night before, he could only counter with a gruffly mumbled. "...Y-yes I do." But she had continued to pout at him the rest of the evening, and put up quite a fuss about the nostalgia of their younger years and... Well, finally, Ansehelm could only retort, "Fine, woman. What do you want to do? We'll do it tomorrow."
And then that smug satisfaction had spread across the Greek woman's face, and she started making plans to "rekindle that passion." (Of course, Ansehelm had never gotten the impression that it had faded, but, whatver suited her. And an unhappy Helena wasn't pleasant for anyone.)
It was a simple enough night out. Dinner and a show... or something. He wasn't even sure anymore. She was calling the shots, he was just along for the ride. And to pay the way, of course. Not that he minded. He had it to spare. And well... Much as he hated to admit it, she was right. It had been quite a while since they'd done anything of the sort. But then again, they were always busy with something. It's what happened when you got older... and been together for going on thirty years.
He'd let her pick the restaurant. And it was a pleasant place. Pricey, but at least the food was good. And they had some time to kill before... whatever it was they were doing next. Something at the theatre. A showing of Oedipus Rex, he think she said. Eh. Whatever. There was time for a preshow drink.
Again, he'd let her drag him to where ever her little hear desired. And they had happened upon this place. It was close enough to the theatre, so he couldn't complain too much.
Ansehelm tugged at the neck of his tie and collar of his shirt. He hated suits. Then again, he didn't know of anyone who found them particularly comfortable, and he'd always thought of a tie as a sort of figurative, and sometimes literal noose. But he'd grin and bear it. For Helena's sake. Wasn't he so generous? Oh the things he went through. He adjusted the tie that pulled his hair back in to a neat ponytail, before offering his arm to the smiling brunette at his side.
"...Shall we then?"
((lololol I am so longwinded. Hope this was ok with you Orbit.))
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Post by Romulus Vargas on Sept 3, 2010 7:48:21 GMT -5
(Hehe, Load-bearing tracks of land...)
Romulus fought the urge to stop being a gentleman, seemingly every muscle in his body struggling to keep his eyes on the young ladies face. He was certain the effort was going to kill him. He chuckled inwardly a little as he thought the words "Most Gentlemanly Death".
"Vargas." He said, smiling and getting to his feet, "Romulus Vargas". The former don extended his hand and dipped his head, kissing the back of the young woman's own hand. On his way up he gave into his demon's sneaking a glance and nearly finding himself suffering a coronary. Eventually he managed to lift his gaze to meet hers again, smiling and walking around behind her to pull out a chair.
He mused on the clasp he had seen as he did so. A courtesan? Most interesting. But where had he seen that design before? He was sure that particular symbol was unique to... Somewhere. He hadn't had that good a look at it before, finding himself somewhat... "Distracted".
He waited until she had taken her seat before sitting back down, "And your name Miss...?"
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Post by sophie on Sept 4, 2010 13:26:17 GMT -5
((OOC: PFFT. You guys <3))
He was still managing to be so polite even with her blatant advertising. Katya was impressed. Not only that, but the name and slight accent indicated that he was Italian. Italian men were known for being amazing in bed. Maybe if she managed to get him into her "office", she'd give him a discount.
"My name is Katya," she told him, holding onto the smile that she knew most men couldn't resist. "You looked a bit bored, Mr. Vargas. I think it's a pity that such a good-looking gentleman wouldn't have a date." Yes, she was working, but she was also telling the truth. He was obviously wealthy and he very easy on the eyes. Why was he here alone?
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Post by Kifi on Sept 4, 2010 16:57:21 GMT -5
Kifi was walking quite fast though the crowds of the Space Station, with a rather determined face. Making most people who she walked towards get out of her way, which was a rather good idea, nothing or no-one was going to get in-between her and seeing that smarmy git!
She had got to the space station only a few hours ago, had just walked into her favorite tavern, and was just about to order a pint of beer, when Boa (the barkeep) informed her of the rumours of him being back on the station, and of his where abouts. So just as quickly as she had entered the tavern, she exited and started to head to the upper area of the station. The area she really hated, all of those people so far up each others arses that she wondered if how they could tell they were separate people.
She finally found the place where he was suppose to be, and finally started to slow her walking speed, down to a normal one. She moved towards the doors, and walked straight in. Almost intensely she felt so many eyes on her. She was currently wearing a top, that was very basically a piece of material wrapped around her chest, and a pair of hot pant style shorts, both in black, both leaving very little to imagination. Then hung a huge piece of fabric of red and gold around her waist to make a long skirt, although it did show off her entire left leg. Along with this outfit, she was wearing many gold bangles on her right wrist, an anklet on her left ankle, an golden neck piece and her hair up in ponytail, with her normal red bandanna under her fringe.
She decided to ignore the stares, and look for the bastard. After just a few seconds, she spotted him. She started to walk towards him and the lady he seemed to be trying to hit on, wearing her most confident smile, waiting for the moment for him to spot her.
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Post by Romulus Vargas on Sept 9, 2010 8:59:51 GMT -5
Romulus chuckled as he started pouring wine into the second glass, pushing it gently towards his new companion. He was starting to regain his composure, and the alcohol slowly settling into his system was helping that along quite nicely.
"Oh, I just like to go out and about on my own sometimes," He answered, "Take in the sights, have a nice quiet sit down, maybe meet someone interesting..." He nodded his head, lifting the glass in a toast and clearing his throat. "To new and interesting aquaintan-SHIT!" He caught sight of the other woman approaching the table, his muscles freezing up and a cold sweat starting on his brow.
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Post by Kifi on Sept 9, 2010 16:05:37 GMT -5
Oh, she enjoyied that reaction, oh so very much. She carried on walking towards the table, watching out for anyways that Romeus could possibly try and escape, although she much doubted he would. Losing face with a woman, wasn't his style.
She finally got to the table. "Good Evening Romulus," She greeted "It's been far too long,"
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Post by sophie on Sept 9, 2010 19:57:54 GMT -5
Katya blinked at this... woman... who had interrupted Romulus' adorable toast. She wasn't jealous of her, of course. As a courtesan she had trained herself not to be. She had married, 'spoken-for' men as clients all the time. But this woman... didn't appear to be his wife anyway. She wasn't wearing a ring that Katya could see.
"Are you his girlfriend?" she ventured to ask the woman. If she was, Katya would reluctantly be on her way. If not, however, there was no reason for her to leave, now was there?
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Post by Kifi on Sept 10, 2010 12:49:22 GMT -5
Kifi simply started to laugh, she had too, She has never heard something so funny. Within a couple of minutes she managed to clam down, although she did now have the slight giggles. "You must be joking!" she said, in between brethes as she giggled again, she finally got her composeor, and then coughed "No, We are denfently nothing that simple," she repiled.
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Post by Ludwig on Sept 10, 2010 14:33:31 GMT -5
((let's try not to get too far ahead. still waiting on Helena...))
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Post by Romulus Vargas on Oct 28, 2010 15:45:21 GMT -5
[[ No worries Luddy, by the looks of things this bar-party's going to go on for a while xD ]]
"Aha... Simple, yes..." Romulus looked decidedly uncomfortable, quickly swigging down the contents of his wine glass in their entirety.
The former don planted the empty glass back down on the table, trying to regain his composure. "Katya, this is Kifi, a former associate of mine. Kifi, this is Katya, she and I were having a Nice. Chat." He layered those last two words with barely surpressed insinuation. "It's good to see you're looking... well." He offered, smiling nervously.
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