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CharlotteCarrendar
 
October 06, 2012 05:37AM
Roleplay Live : Group : The Death Club
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Players
iShatteredSanity
LuciL
Captain277
LadyBelz
CharlotteCarrendar
DarcyEstherFalcon
HoshiBlack
iShatteredSanity: -Deathclub this, Deathclub that, Deathclub the other. Within the past 2 weeks, right after the incident where Inga Snoggleblom was severely injured, all the media, television, radio, internet, they all spoke about the Deathclub. The words chosen were not quite flattering, comparing it with just a business that exists only to steal money from customers without even offering any services and putting their lives on the risk. But several of the customers had called in those TV shows and radio stations, even responded on the internet pages, about the truth about Deathclub. Only those who had been there knew about that place and they all knew that the service was one of the highest quality, placing the customer service in high regard. Yet that did not stop those producers and bloggers from bashing the Deathclub based on their own superstitions and taboos, resulting in a massive propaganda with the sole reason of stopping customers from going there. Alas, they were so naïve. Of course that was the best advertisement for the club. Was it just like a fantasy land with unicorns shitting rainbows and teddy bears flying around while getting cuddles from others? FUCK NO! There was blood, there was sex, there were drugs, there was violence… There was the true face of humanity. So no matter what those fuckers in TV, radio and internet tried to do, they only added on the reputation of the club. But of course each coin has two sides. While that was an invitation to more clubbers and to more people who lived their lives in the extreme that was also an invitation to the ones who ruled the night; drug dealers, pimps and many others. Yet the owner of the club, who was none other but Demetrios and hid his identity, was fully aware of such a fact and on his orders the security was tighter. Individuals who earlier had posed a threat for the safe operation of the club were already blacklisted, but not forbidden from entering the club unless of course they asked for it. And last but not least, individuals just like the one who caused all that sadness and despair on the day that Inga was rushed to the hospital, they of course were welcomed but with the slightest mistake, nobody could guarantee their lives. And lets not forget about what had happened in the private clinic when Helena herself had fallen subject for raping from one of the henchmen of Viktor’s, her ex Master and tormentor who owned her for more than six years until the fateful day that she was saved from his hands by none other than Demetrios himself. Viktor’s face was flagged and if he was seen, he would be allowed to enter, but to exit? Well, that was another story. But all in all, things were just like every other Saturday night. The dancers on their spots, the escorts getting ready to welcome the customers, the bartenders also in place doing their own thing, and the security being very alerted. No more mistakes would be allowed, Demetrios had made himself clear after all. All security systems were checked, the radio communications checked as well, the security guards also checked; everything was ready. Helena herself had performed the last tests in the radio communication. And there she sat, behind the desk inside the office, observing everything through the numerous security monitors. The incident in the clinic sadly had left an impact on her and she could not forget about what happened, not even Viktor’s name.- [Helena.] “You will never get me back Viktor. Not now, not ever.” –She said as she smoked one cigarette behind the other. An herself had learned about what had happened to her Mistress and she had tried her best to comfort her, but Helena was no longer the same. She had more defenses up now and she did not let anyone in. But could she be blamed? And outside the office, the security was making sure that not even an inch of the club would remain unseen. Even the two bouncers outside were in high alert, those two who had seen things, done things, they were not as laid back as before; their pride as well did not allow any more mistakes so that incidents like the one 10 days ago would not be repeated. Yet despite all that tension, they knew that having fun was the ultimate goal. Demetrios decided that he would take the staff out for some dinner some time, just to show them his gratitude. But that would be a story for a later time. Back on the present. The huge red neon sign outside was lit and the two bouncers looked at each other nodding to themselves.- [Ivan.] “Lets hope dat tonight no shit happens.” –He said in that heavy Russian accent of his while Nikolai nodded.- [Nikolai.] “Lets make sure dat no shit happens tonight.” –He said and both of them nodded. And as they finished talking, the crowd that was on the streets made way after hearing the loud roar of an exhaust system of a motorcycle. A Ducati monster, model of ’96, modified and fine tuned by Demetrios himself. With a screeching sound he stopped the motorcycle and turned off the engine, taking the keys and shoving them in his pocket before lighting a cigarette and walking towards the two bouncers. The crowd of course stood there and looked at him. Ok, lets not forget that he was a freaking colossus, so yeah, he was someone who nobody could miss from seeing. Demetrios approached the two bouncers and smoked his cigarette while the doors finally opened. The music began oozing from the interior as the bass was making even the ground shake. Now, would that be a good night? Or was there trouble ahead? Well, the night was still young, so nobody could give a definite answer. At least the weather was nice, a slight breeze that cooled down the city since the day had been rather hot, and maybe it would cool the heads of some folks and make them think before acting.
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-CharlotteCarrendar: -So much had happened in the short state of just a week, and it had hit the bar staff worst of all, when it came to the loss of Inga Snoggleblom, from the saturday night shift. Dixie was in the store room, as usual, getting the boxes of Budweiser, but then stared up at a party picture taken of Kraus, Hermon, herself and Inga dressed up in their crazy comic book costumes. It was hard to believe that such a happy event, and with so much good fortune offered, that Inga would find herself being the target of some crazed stalker in a Supergirl outfit, and a poorly made one at that. Dixie’s fingers ran across the tops of the bottles, as she let out a long sigh. It had troubled the young Australian to see Kraus after finding out that Inga had lost most of her memory for the past six years, and didn’t remember any of them, let alone poor Kraus. There would be a knock at the door to the store, room, and Dixie would wipe away a stray tear, before stepping across and opening it, only to see the leggy Maggie Malone, standing there with her hand out like she was about to knock again. “I thought you be lost in here, my feek. You know I don’t know much about the workings of this bar, I am something of a flute when it comes to new gigs, Dix. So grab your boxes and come on out. I figure a few old the gimps here are raring to get ossified.”- Dixie made something of a roll of the eyes. She missed her Inga, her rocky, and this girl made no sense whatsoever. “Well you lost me when you called me a feek.”- Grunting, Dix picked up the beer crate and pushed her way past Maggie, who smiled brightly and then slapped the young Aussie’s ass. “Don’t be worrin’ ya self, lass, I know I can be a right muppet, but I will grow on ya.”- Slamming down the crate of Budweiser, Dix grumbled under her breath, as the Irish song bird swanned past to serve a gent. “Yeah, like tinea.” :: Meanwhile, outside the club, Corsica and Candice were lining up just at the front entrance, the two russian bear like bouncers, standing with arms folded, and mics tuned into their head of security. Corsica chuckled and gave her tits something of a lift, before sizing up her sister, who looked a knock out. “I saw this place on the TV while you fingering yourself in the bath. Thought it might be just the place for us to find a good sort or two. News reporter said something of a violent attack in the john. Some buxom porn queen in a comic costume. This place sounds like it has everything; sex, drugs, booze, and drama. I think we should show the people Prague, why two is better than one. Come on Candi, I want a few to O.D on us tonight.” Corsica draped her arm around her sister’s shoulders, and then winked at the first bouncer, before licking the air and showing off her new piercing. The doors had not yet opened, and already she was putting on a performance. <3>
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Captain277: *Candice shuffled along slightly behind her sister as they made their way down the streets of Prague at night. The outfit Corsica had picked out for her, Candice felt, belonged more in a fetish catalogue than at a nightclub. Her top consisted of little more than a white bikini top sewn into a liberally cut cowl, connected to her boy shorts, which were without a doubt two sizes too small, by a series of black leather straps fashioned to look like some sort of fashionable harness. The silver rivets glistened as they made their way past street-lights, the buckles on her white, thigh-high boots mimicking the reflections in tandem. Candice had never worn these boots before; Corsica had bought them for her earlier that evening when they had been assembling their outfits. Candice wondered how long it would take for the PVC to break-in, and quietly hoped there wouldn’t be blisters on her feet before the night was out. Tugging her shoulder-length gloves back up to their proper position as Corsica brought her up to speed on this “Deathclub”, Candice began to develop a sneaking suspicion that her sister had dressed her up like a slag on purpose. Still, she couldn’t deny that, stood beside her absolutely stunning twin, the two of them did look rather beautiful. The Deathclub’s façade came into sight around the next corner, and Candice was taken aback by how modern the place looked, let alone how busy. She had been expecting some hole-in-the-wall joint with a crowd of old lechers and drunken frat boys. Looking at the scene outside, Candice felt a bit of hope, and also began to feel a little bit more comfortable, as she noticed a few women in the crowd who were dressed about as scantily as she was. Still trotting along behind Corsica, Candice smiled a little bit as her sister stormed right up to the bouncers with nothing less than complete confidence. Here, underneath her sister’s arm, Candice felt considerably more secure, and resolved to have a good time at the club, assuming they could actually get in.
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*LuciL: 11:00pm, Saturday flashed in red LED across the digital alarm clock in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the queen bed Sabina ran a finger through her pink hair, she had taken a nap during the day to get ready for tonight. The Deathclub was re-opening and the show must go on, tossed aside on the large bed was half opened book Jane Eyre, after bumping into Syler and getting heroin high with him in his rundown apartment, Sabina returned home the following Thursday in the early morning and passed out on her bed. She had bumped into Miho who had woken up early to collect the morning girl, Miho gave her a cheeky grin that made Sabina blush a faint red “We did not do anything!” Though that was half a lie as she quickly entered her apartment. After her morning nap, Sabina had called up Miho’s apartment and invited the Japanese woman to come see her work that Saturday which Miho all too gladly accepted. Since she had given her the invitation, Sabina had not seen Miho all of Thursday or all of Friday for that matter. Worried that she had somewhat offended the Japanese girl though she did not know how, she had called her up- no answer. Biting her bottom lip, it had left Sabina sprawled on her queen bed and beginning to read Jane Eyre then passing out for the rest of the evening. Quickly standing up, Sabina headed to the bathroom to get herself ready, turning on the shower she quickly stepped inside and washed herself down, her hair piled up into a high bun so it would not get wet. Her thoughts drifting to what would happen tonight, what if Evzen had showed up today and some other hooker on the platforms had grabbed him. Squeezing her eyes shut, Sabina quickly finished her shower grabbing the towel off the metal rack and drying herself off. No she would not think of the rich man, she had pushed him away because an escort never got into relationships, it was a number one rule that she had set for herself after the little mishap back in Italy. Sabina did not wear a bra today, the miniscule black pvc top that was hanging on the front of her closet would show it off and instead slipped on a black lacy g-string with pearls on the side, she normally had pvc panties on but tonight she would go comfortable. Bending over the granite vanity, Sabina applied her usual make-up that she wore for the Deathclub, smouldering dark eyes, dark pink lips. She placed star dangling earrings in her hair as well as the usual art noveau choker around her neck. Ruffling her hair out, Sabina left the bathroom and changed into the tiny black pvc top as well as a dark red mini skirt with two red belts and black vinyl stockings that were held up by two single lacy black garters. What was going to be her trademark was the huge red and black monster boots, normally she had heels on but tonight she needed “comfy” shoes especially if Miho was to show up and Miho had told her she had loved to merely just dance. Sliding her feet into them, Sabina giggled softly to herself as she jumped around a little bit in the huge shoes, the platforms clopping loudly into the wooden floorboards of her bedroom. Slipping on the red and black striped wristbands, Sabina fiddled with the pearl rose bracelet that hung around her right wrist, should she take it off. Her eyes diverted to the alarm clock that now hit 11:45pm “Ah shit I’m late pondering over trivial issues that will NOT affect my game tonight” No Sabina swore to herself that she would still have the best time and forget what had happened at the end of last week. Leaving the apartment, she got into the black lacquered car, Raduz still widened his eyes but this was becoming the norm for every Saturday night when he dropped her off to the Deathclub. Ten minutes later, the car pulled up in front of the club, the bouncers already present at the door and quickly allowed Sabina inside, the que was starting to form with cars parking in the alley way and people merely taking transportation to the club. Stepping inside, Sabina saw all the other escorts getting ready, the DJ warming up on the decks, she had not seen Mia yet and saw Dixie as always at the bar along with a redheaded woman she had not seen before, was she the new bartender to replace Inga for the time being. Sabina’s thoughts drifted to Inga, normally Sabina does not pray but today she did, she hoped the Swedish star had a fast recovery and could return soon. Taking note of the different dance platforms, cages and poles, Sabina grinned seeing one particular stage on top of a ventilation tank- tonight that would be her spot, it was close to the dj and dance floor and she could easily see Miho if the Japanese woman did show up. Heading towards the platform, Sabina was about to jump onto the tank when she was bumped into rudely by a sapphire blue hair woman who looked around her age (or probably older) with olive green eyes and pale complexion, the woman sneered at Sabina “Don’t take all the attention this time luv, I’m sure HE won’t give a damn” A British accent came through and Sabina was ready to smack the woman for being such a bitch when she heard the loud shouts of the patrons wanting to come in. Pushing the British woman aside, Sabina jumped onto the ventilation tank just as the dj starting spinning the decks, industrial trance pumping through the speakers…it was time.
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DarcyEstherFalcon: Darcy was sitting in the dressing room putting on the finishing touches to her make up, looking at herself in the mirror she thought back over the last few days, the stabbing of the Blonde bartender and the realization that the owner of the club was the tall man in the black suit that was with ix all the time, it was his height that gave him away, there could not be two people that tall in Prauge, now she just needed to find out why all the secretcey, she was going to find a way to to turn this to her advantage and get something from it, but she would keep what she knows to herself , knowledge is power and Darcy wanted power, smiling she brushed her hair and walked out onto the main floor, at the bar was Dix and the new Bartender, she didn’t know her name but she reminded Darcy of Sinead O’Conner, she walked up to the bar and hollared for her usual monster drink, looking around the club she could immediately see the results of the Inga incident, all the new security measures and the more subdued atmosphere, even though the club was still crowed and there was money to be made, Darcy made her way to her pole and smiling at the customers there began another typical night at Death Club, reaching down she felt the razor in her boot and was reassured, just in case tonight turned out not to be so typical<e>
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Carrendar: Tonight was the night. THE night. Twas all little Iggy could think about this past week. Friday night. 12:00am. The Death Club, the new rage here in Prague. For weeks that crumpled up flyer had been pinned to the mirror of her room, almost like a new idol. Dispite the whole incident with the porn star, (she had her reasons to worry, and to watch her back in the loo) Iggy was exited. Already her entire body itched with anticipation, and it hadn’t even come close to midnight before Iggy had drank a few beers in cheers to the DC’s success. Buzzed and happy, what more could you ask for from Igniatus? Even her uncle was a bit shocked. The calm middle aged man had heard of DC, but he was too mellow for the night life. He drank, but with a small circle of close friends, playing poker, watching movies. Old people stuff. All day Iggy shuffled around the house with her head held high, eager and happy to do the things her uncle wished of her to do. Whether it be run errands or clean the place up. Not that she didn’t already do these things, but she seemed more willing. Anything to make the time bleed faster. As the clock striked ten Iggy began to prepare herself for the long hours of tonight. After a long hot shower, her five foot seven frame slipped into a strapless cocktail black and red dress the black satin wrapping around her body from the left breast down across her stomach, and flaring out on her right hip, the longest point on the dress, the rest of the dress completed along the upper part of her thigh. She finished off with fishnet stockings and black high heels. Her smooth tanned skin was speckled with little freckles along her shoulders and arms, and she seemed a little self- concious about this. She brushed and flat ironed her short ebony colored hair after having her uncle help her shave down the right side of her head, it getting far too long for her liking. Igniatus Jekowski used hairspray to spike her hair up near the front after layering the bangs over her left eye. She idly played with the ruffles on her dress, adjusting it and fiddling with it. She kept her high heels off till it was time to leave, and spent the next few hours prancing around her house jamming to all sorts of music with her uncle. “C-C’mon, uncle. G-g-g-o out w-w-with me, t-tonight.” All the exitment had made her speak like a broken record, in which she blushed with embarressment due to it. No matter how well she tried to control her speech inpediment, it sometimes just sliped out. Eh, what can you do? At the time she was shuffling around in the bathroom, (door open) applying cherry lip gloss upon her pink lips and some eye liner with a bit of mascara. Keeping it simple. As she figited with the weathered, worn down leather band on her left wrist (a gift from her brother at age seven hasn’t been taken off since) Ben scratched his neck, shaking his head before raking his long stringy black hair back. “No, z’you know me Iggy. I’m’z not a, eh.. A party goer. Besides, s’what abouts ‘dat porns star, ah? Will yew ends up h’like hers?” Even now Benjamin had a strong, thick Polish accent. Prague had yet to effect this. His stormy grey eyes looked down upon his niece, and he shook his head. Iggy batted her eyelashes to him, pouting out her lip. “Plleeeeaaaassseee?” She pleaded. The man rolled his eyes, waving her off. “You z’ar imature, Iggy.” He said, walking away. “Ja, b-b-but you love me! Also! Any-any-anyone that tries to stabs me in ‘de back, vill recieve a harsh kick to ‘de groin.” She called back to him, putting in her earrings, and her nose ring. Ever been cunt punted before? Man or woman, you get kicked somewhere down there and it’s gonna fucking hurt, don’t care who you are. Anyway, her right eyebrow piercing she never took out, but she wanted to switch her usually brass ring on her left nostril with a silver one. Her earrings were the color of dark red, the closet thing colour wise to her dress. God, nothing was going to destroy this woman’s mood! The usually solitary, quiet girl in the crowd whom would rather say something negative and be sceptical, now seems to be the social butterfly. Of course behind those blue eyes was the girl everyone was used to. Withdrawn, but also the “fuck the world” girl. Not caring about anything or anyone. By the time she was done getting ready, Ben already had a few of his buds over. Walking out into the living room, she slipped on her high heels, waving her long callused digits to the men, who wolf whistled and banged on the table with their fists, Ben smaking them upside the head for such rude behaviour  In reward to this, Ben recieved lots of complaints in both Greek, and Polish. Iggy spun around for them and then bowed to get them to quiet down, straining her voice to keep from stuttering. “Danke, danke.” She smiled softly, taking a last gulp of beer before glancing at the clock. “Fuck, I have t-to go.” She snatched up her purse and checked for her phone and wallet, then grabed her uncles keys, who ran after her before she hit the door and yanked them out of her hands and handed her a few bills. “Taxi. No driving with that buzzed ass of yours.” He nodded sternly. She scowled him, before bursting out laughing, and nodded. “C-c-course, s-s-s-sir. S’as y’yo-you wish.” She wiggled her fingers at him, before bolted out the door, skipping down the stairs into the dark night of Prague. She was thankful it wasn’t really cold or muggy out, the small breeze carressing her cheek and ruffling her hair. She walked her way down the trashy sidewalks till she caught a cab, handing him the taxi money Ben have her and stated the address to DC, it burned in her memory bank. The driver made haste to the Club, and she steped out gracefully, flipping her bangs to the side and began sizing the club up. So this was it? Already there was a line of eager customers waiting to get in, the two large bouncers keeping watch over the crazies. Taking in a deep breath, she took her place amoung the crowd, admiring the huge sign above the doors. “The Death Club” Whoop! Iggy stood alof from the line, still very much taking her place, but keeping her distance from the others, not letting them step too close. She could feel the energy of the crowd, giving her goose bumps. A feeling she thought was long dead. While waiting she rummeged through her bag and lit up a ciggy, taking long quick drags from it, casting a dirty look at a girl in front of her, whom had turn around and scowlded her for smoking in line. “Got a problem, dear?” Iggy asked, and winked, her tongue rolling her ‘r’s as most Germans did. The blonde girl gritted her teeth and leaned into her companion, turning away from Iggy. Iggy cackled with delight, finishing up the cigg and nearly coughing up a lung, seeing a sight she’d never seen. A giant. On a motercycle. She heard the cycle, but paid no attention to the driver. Till he stood up. Her eyes whent wide, and her jaw droped. Who was THAT? “Christ.” She muttered, and chuckled, tossing the butt of the ciggaratte on the ground and crushing it to death with her right foot. //Only in Prague// She thought, scraping her eyes off the mega man and back ahead of her towards the doors. Midnight, any moment now. Mmmm, that bass. The pace of it already dragging her limbs to dance, a shiver rushing down her spine. Mmm, the bliss! This is what she had been missing? Alive once more, she tapped her foot to the beat till the door was shut once more, and she just about nearly fell to the pavement, the exitement of it all just about bringing her to her knees. Or was it the beer?

 

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HoshiBlack: A cheerful chirp radiated from Chise’s cell phone sitting on the hotel night stand causing her to jump slightly in surprise. Chise had been pacing in the tiny room that made her old high school dorm room seem like a suite. Taking a deep breath, she looked at herself one last time in the mirror. “ I hope this is decent.” She spoke to herself as she adjusted the light pink, off the shoulder blouse over her white miniskirt. She played with the little black ribbon tied in a bow that accented her hips and let out a long sigh before Chise grabbed her ID and cash placing them both neatly inside her bra. Hailing a cab she immediately jumped, “The Death Club, please” her English was perfect even with her heavy Japanese accent. The Cabbie looked at her through his rearview mirror and let out a hardy laugh. “Don’t you think you are a bit too sweet for a place like that?” His thick accent boomed through the car. “I am meeting a friend” she replied softly. They had arrived in less time than she thought it would take. Looking out the window, her almond shaped bambi eyes widen at how many people were standing outside. Pulling the money from her bar, Chise paid the cabbie and exited the vehicle, hearing the cabbie in the background, “Stay safe Sweetie.” He did not help her nerves as she joined the line avoiding eye contact with those around her by focusing on her pink stiletto heels. The lights from the club made the rhinestone accents sparkly on them as the line moved slowly closer to the entrance. “Man I hope Sabrina is inside” she thought to herself as she waited her turn to enter. <e>

 

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LadyBelz: -Mia had been at the club for several hours, taking advantage of the quietness of the place before the doors opened at midnight. Having not gotten much sleep in the last few days, she was functioning on coffee and cigarettes alone. She was also still recovering from the marathon “massage” session with Andrei the previous day but was determined to push through, because failing at what she was good at was definitely not an option for her. Gulping down what probably amounted to her fourth cup of coffee, she tossed the empty cup into the trash and headed into the shower, tying her hair up so she would have to do it all over again. She let the warm water soothe her sore body, slowly running her hands over her naked form. She winced when her fingers brushed a particularly delicate bite mark on the inside of her thigh, smiling as she recalled how it got there. He had been particularly enthusiastic about placing that mark there…and the results afterwards, she recalled with a pleasant shiver. Her fingers snaked through the small thatch of hair between her thighs to brush fingers against her rapidly swelling clit. Her eyes closed on a moan as she began to rub herself, sliding her fingers deep inside of herself. Uncaring that someone could possibly walk in, she continued to tease herself, spreading her legs a little more and bracing her free hand against the cold shower tile.-

 

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iShatteredSanity: -Despite all that bashing and defaming, the crowd was quite large outside. 10, 50, 100, no, about 200 people were waiting to get inside. The bouncers, Ivan and Nikolai, recognized some of the faces, but they still had a duty to do. After checking the IDs, they allowed them to enter. However there was a couple in particular, both looking the same, twins, who were provoking others with their actions. But still, given their clothing, they could not be carrying any weapons inside, so both Ivan and Nikolai let them in. And slowly the crowd was getting in, but Demetrios stood outside, seeing everyone entering and hoping that this time things would have a nice ending. Once most of the crowd was in, he looked at the two bouncers and made a rotation showing them that he had no weapons on him. After all he was dressed in a normal attire, black boots, black jeans and a black shirt that allowed his chest to be seen, along with those dogtags hanging from his neck and that chocker around his neck as well. Smoking the last drag of his cigarette, Demetrios walked inside the club and headed straight for the bar. But while walking he looked at one of the cameras and nodded. Behind the monitors Helena saw that nod and she looked at Anna.- [Helena.] “And so it begins.” –She said and grabbed the radio communicator.- “Be vigilant. We are expecting some guests tonight. Lets show them out special hospitality.” –She said and put the device back on her desk while some static along with confirming sounds sounded from the speaker. Back on Demetrios, a few of the bouncers that had seen his face at the party looked at him and merely nodded. They were all good men and he knew that none of them was going to say a thing. And so Demetrios kept walking at the bar, seeing Dix and a new woman behind the counter. Well, Inga was not there and another one needed to fill in. Demetrios hoped that the woman would be a good addition, otherwise Helena would be chewed out. And finally he reached the bar where he grabbed a seat and looked at Dix, smiling at her and leaning closer to her, waiting for a kiss or something. Meanwhile outside. The two bouncers were completely unaware of the fact that a group of a few men approached the club, led by a man in black fancy clothes and snow white hair. But they all stopped about 100 feet away from the entrance, observing for the time being. And further down the street, the screeching sound of a taxi was heard and then a door slamming.- [Man.] “Gome Niko, I will pay for the door later.” –The man said and laughed before heading out. The taxi driver shook his head and honked twice before he left. The man who was wearing a rather weird attire approached the entrance and looked at the two Russians.- [Man.] “Hey there fellas. Can I go in?” –He asked and the bouncers checked him out before letting him in.- [Ivan.] “No causing trouble, okay?” –The man nodded and walked inside. He was indeed dressed in a weird clothing, black sneakers with crosses on the sides, black shorts with a pirate logo on each side of the thighs, a belt that hat a fabric that reminded of a skirt around his waist and a white loose V neck with a grey jacket that was open on his chest, revealing his tanned skin and well build abs. Then he had black round shades, a half hat that was only as a fashion accessory since his hair was not covered by it and a beanie on the back of his head, attached on the hat. Well, the man was indeed dressed weird, but he did not care. Once inside he looked around and nodded a few times to himself.- [Man.] “Suge!” –He shouted, a few patrons turning their heads and looking at him, laughing. But he shrugged them off and looked for the bar. Once he spotted it, he went straight for it. Of course he was still looking around the place to get well acquainted.-