Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 12:22 pm
aussietrueblue
bip: A: will be answered as the story continues. B: There will be plenty of men tempted by Iz's breasts. C: yes it is a certain blonde genetically empowered solider.
alizaleven
Ellie
orphyfets
flyawayraven
Queen Fee
Sternbetrachter
Jensen Lover 37: Hope this part helps your Alec fix for a little while.
Chapter 10
Mason’s Bar; 9:00 p.m.
“Id.” The deep accented command resonated through the night air. It was a common occurrence; new comers stood in line like morons. Mason, the manager of the bar hated out of towners so he had Stavros a 250lb Greek man without an ounce of fat on him terrify his potential customers. The broad linebacker shoulders and chest, steely electric blue eyes, and a snarl that would make the toughest of SOB’s shit their pants.
A frightened, whiny-almost female soft reply came from the skinny boy standing in line. “Here you go Sir.” The id shook in his hands, holding it out to be checked.
Stavros flicked a small flashlight on taking his time inspecting the identification. “You are not eighteen.” He glared at him.
“Y-yes I am.” He didn’t look at the scary wall in front of him, big mistake. No way would he be getting in now. In all honesty Stavros gave a rats ass about the age of a customer, since the Pulse no one seemed to care. Even the legal drinking age had decreased to sixteen.
Liz ambled up to the front door. “Hey Stav. Still giving shit to the out of towners?”
“Of course. What else can I do to keep from falling asleep? No one in this town tries to start anything. I'm a little insulted.” He ignored the kid practically standing in a puddle of his own urine.
“Is Mason around tonight?” She had some business with the manager. Nothing bad but not necessarily legal.
“Working the bar with Shelley.” He opened the door for her. “Erin mentioned she had a package for you. She’s on stage tonight but should be taking a break shortly.”
“Thanks.” Liz left the kid still quivering in front of the bouncer. Why should she help him into the bar, she wasn’t too fond of tourists either.
After she talked to Mason and got the package from Erin she’d head back home. From her confrontation with Michael that ended on a good note, to being a few minutes late to her interview with Congress Woman Whittaker, followed by a small B & E, only to get home and realize she was out of her “special” pills, to put it bluntly she was fucking exhausted.
Allowing Michael in had gone fairly well, she’d explained a good part of who and what she was, with hardly any lying. New world record. She hadn’t told him about Alex though, hadn’t revealed a lot of the personal details. Those were none of his business, had no right to know the deeply private stories.
Congress Woman hadn’t been happy she was late, Michael asking millions of questions held her up. Thankfully she seemed to have forgotten that fact by the dime lunch finished because she offered Liz the position as her secretary. After a few pieces of paper work she had to fill out Whittaker welcomed her to the team.
Then the breaking and entering that-let’s just say it was interesting. Not the B&E itself, that’s a common occurrence but what she stole for Mason-she searched the bar. There the man stood pouring shots and filling beer mugs.
He caught a glimpse of her before she appeared in front of him leaning over the bar. With a nod he motioned her to the back room and told Shelley he’d be taking a couple minute break. Once the door closed behind him he wiped his hands over his Bermuda shorts-he loved the tropic type clothes. Bet he thanked the Blue Lady he lived in a climate where could do that and not freeze his nuts off.
“Do you have it?” For a man who had three large bouncers who’d take the wrap for anything he did and a bar full of customers doing illegal transactions in front of him he was really nervous.
Mason didn’t quite make “tall” status he was six inches taller than her, not large by any means but make no mistake he’s definitely in charge. The way he commanded attention in a room full of druggies, prostitutes, criminals of all kinds, and the occasional “innocent” folks was a skill to be in awe of. Mistaking his laid back fashion sense for weakness, you’d end up flat on your ass.
“Yea.” Like she wouldn’t get it. Please. “Cash first.”
“Let me see first.” Did she mention he wasn’t stupid either?
She reached into her backpack and pulled out the item, even did a little dance with it in her hands. “Cash.”
Immediately wads of hundreds materialize. Five thousand dollars all for the still wrapped box set of the Resident Evil Trilogy. “Beautiful.” He handed over the cash and she gave him the set. When the pulse hit a fourth might have been in the works but that fell through like so many other things had. “Have you ever wondered about why they banned these movies?”
“Nope.” Short, simple, direct. She had other things to worry about.
“Aren’t you curious? They probably don’t want us to know what they’re really doing in government facilities. Probably banned it because this is a documentary about the direction they’re heading in when it comes to genetics.” He’s also a conspiracy fanatic. Once he got going it was hard to shut him up.
“That’s great Mason. Gotta go talk to Erin. Later.” Liz patted him on the back and left to find her friend.
Across the room balls on a pool table clack together as they race for an open hole. In seconds a groan of frustration followed, someone either made the shot and their opponent suffered, or the guy missed his shot. A distinct male shout traveled through the crowd. “Anybody else want to challenge me? I’ll take you on? How bout you?”
Liz shook her head at the guy trying to find a worthy contender; she’d take him up on it if she weren’t so tired. He didn’t sound like a regular at the bar, which was note-worthy all by itself. How did a new guy get in? Mason would be severely disappointed.
“Good you’re here.” A soft, shy voice from beside her distracted Liz from the game. Erin stood in shorts and a blue bikini top with tennis shoes on her feet. She looked like she’s headed home, but Stavros mentioned a break, which implied there’d be more hours of working on the clock.
Erin’s an exotic dancer; there were only three that work at Mason’s, all others work at Gold or The Tank. She had the place packed each and every night she worked-one glance at her figure and you knew part of the reason she was hired. Long shapely legs that were made for being wrapped around a poll or body, slim waist, full rounded breasts, and a cute face framed by dark red hair. If she weren’t such a sweet woman she’d hate her.
She marveled at how Erin’s regular voice differed greatly from her working voice. The only people she knew who were that good weren’t normal humans. When she’s working Erin’s confident, developed a purr, even a hint of an accent but speaking to the people that truly knew her she had no accent, no sultry purr, and no confidence.
“Course I am. How much?”
“Usual would be fine. Or-a little less if you don’t have the money right now.” She tucked a stray strand of burgundy hair behind her ear. If Liz didn’t know any better she’d be sure Erin was pulling a scam-pretending to be non-threatening. But see she did know better.
“Usuals fine.” She pulled out a hundred and fifty dollars. Sounded ridiculously high for calcium pills right? She thought so too but it kept her from having seizures, she could justify spending that much to keep her in constant supply. Alex was lucky, he never had the seizure problem, she didn’t know why but she was thankful he would never worry about that.
“You headed home?” Liz nodded toward the door.
“Yea, having Destiny take over for the rest of the night.” She pulled her purse up higher on her shoulder.
Guilt ate at Liz for bringing Erin into even a tiny part of her life. But she didn’t feel comfortable stealing the pills, if she was caught or the missing pills were noticed Lydecker would be hot on her trail. Erin could get the pills without raising suspicion, she worked part-time at the Roswell Medical Center.
“Thanks for this. See you later?” Her friend and supplier nodded and scurried from the crowded bar.
She put the bottle into her backpack whipped around to leave but ended up smashing into another patron. “Oh Jesus, sorry.” Strong arms held her up till she gained balance back.
“It’s my fault…completely my fault.” That same cocky voice she heard a few moments ago brought her eyes up. Wow, the body and looks went with the alluring rumble. “Let me buy you a drink.” Striking green eyes pinned her down.
“Hmm, I don’t know, should be getting home.” What, was she crazy? A gorgeous man asked her for a drink and she’s close to turning him down? Yep it’s official she’s crazy. Send in the shrinks to figure out what her problems were.
“What’s a few more minutes? Come on I could get to know you-you could get to know me?” He left the sentence hanging.
Should she or shouldn’t she? Liz glanced toward the door and back to the man. He really was handsome. Tall, at least six foot, rolling green hills for eyes a smirk that she wanted to run her tongue across and did she mention the muscles encased in a T-shirt and leather jacket? “Okay one drink.”
“Right this way.” He turned her around placing his hand on the small of her back leading her toward the bar. Mason still hadn’t returned but Shelley still manned the bar.
“Hey Shell, a rum and coke for me and for my friend…?” Liz turned to him.
The guy stared at her as if in awe… “Just a scotch.” Once Shelley left he fixed his gaze completely on her. “You’ve been here before?”
“A few times-a week.” She admitted Mason’s had a homey feel…after you’d had a few dozen drinks. But she adored the people who worked there.
“So since I’ve bumped into you and bought you a drink I think I’ve earned the right to know your name.” Their drinks arrive and the bartender hurried off to help another customer who was quickly reaching his limit.
“Ah, an ulterior motive.”
“Of course. Gotta have an ‘in’ you know?”
“Beth Michaels.” Yea, another lie. Like she was going to tell her name to some stranger. Not likely. Not only would that make it incredibly easy to track her down, she never told her adopted name to any of the guys she planned to sleep with. That was one of her rules that she never broke. “And yourself?”
“Alec Spencer.”
TBC
bip: A: will be answered as the story continues. B: There will be plenty of men tempted by Iz's breasts. C: yes it is a certain blonde genetically empowered solider.
alizaleven
Ellie
orphyfets
flyawayraven
Queen Fee
Sternbetrachter
Jensen Lover 37: Hope this part helps your Alec fix for a little while.
Chapter 10
Mason’s Bar; 9:00 p.m.
“Id.” The deep accented command resonated through the night air. It was a common occurrence; new comers stood in line like morons. Mason, the manager of the bar hated out of towners so he had Stavros a 250lb Greek man without an ounce of fat on him terrify his potential customers. The broad linebacker shoulders and chest, steely electric blue eyes, and a snarl that would make the toughest of SOB’s shit their pants.
A frightened, whiny-almost female soft reply came from the skinny boy standing in line. “Here you go Sir.” The id shook in his hands, holding it out to be checked.
Stavros flicked a small flashlight on taking his time inspecting the identification. “You are not eighteen.” He glared at him.
“Y-yes I am.” He didn’t look at the scary wall in front of him, big mistake. No way would he be getting in now. In all honesty Stavros gave a rats ass about the age of a customer, since the Pulse no one seemed to care. Even the legal drinking age had decreased to sixteen.
Liz ambled up to the front door. “Hey Stav. Still giving shit to the out of towners?”
“Of course. What else can I do to keep from falling asleep? No one in this town tries to start anything. I'm a little insulted.” He ignored the kid practically standing in a puddle of his own urine.
“Is Mason around tonight?” She had some business with the manager. Nothing bad but not necessarily legal.
“Working the bar with Shelley.” He opened the door for her. “Erin mentioned she had a package for you. She’s on stage tonight but should be taking a break shortly.”
“Thanks.” Liz left the kid still quivering in front of the bouncer. Why should she help him into the bar, she wasn’t too fond of tourists either.
After she talked to Mason and got the package from Erin she’d head back home. From her confrontation with Michael that ended on a good note, to being a few minutes late to her interview with Congress Woman Whittaker, followed by a small B & E, only to get home and realize she was out of her “special” pills, to put it bluntly she was fucking exhausted.
Allowing Michael in had gone fairly well, she’d explained a good part of who and what she was, with hardly any lying. New world record. She hadn’t told him about Alex though, hadn’t revealed a lot of the personal details. Those were none of his business, had no right to know the deeply private stories.
Congress Woman hadn’t been happy she was late, Michael asking millions of questions held her up. Thankfully she seemed to have forgotten that fact by the dime lunch finished because she offered Liz the position as her secretary. After a few pieces of paper work she had to fill out Whittaker welcomed her to the team.
Then the breaking and entering that-let’s just say it was interesting. Not the B&E itself, that’s a common occurrence but what she stole for Mason-she searched the bar. There the man stood pouring shots and filling beer mugs.
He caught a glimpse of her before she appeared in front of him leaning over the bar. With a nod he motioned her to the back room and told Shelley he’d be taking a couple minute break. Once the door closed behind him he wiped his hands over his Bermuda shorts-he loved the tropic type clothes. Bet he thanked the Blue Lady he lived in a climate where could do that and not freeze his nuts off.
“Do you have it?” For a man who had three large bouncers who’d take the wrap for anything he did and a bar full of customers doing illegal transactions in front of him he was really nervous.
Mason didn’t quite make “tall” status he was six inches taller than her, not large by any means but make no mistake he’s definitely in charge. The way he commanded attention in a room full of druggies, prostitutes, criminals of all kinds, and the occasional “innocent” folks was a skill to be in awe of. Mistaking his laid back fashion sense for weakness, you’d end up flat on your ass.
“Yea.” Like she wouldn’t get it. Please. “Cash first.”
“Let me see first.” Did she mention he wasn’t stupid either?
She reached into her backpack and pulled out the item, even did a little dance with it in her hands. “Cash.”
Immediately wads of hundreds materialize. Five thousand dollars all for the still wrapped box set of the Resident Evil Trilogy. “Beautiful.” He handed over the cash and she gave him the set. When the pulse hit a fourth might have been in the works but that fell through like so many other things had. “Have you ever wondered about why they banned these movies?”
“Nope.” Short, simple, direct. She had other things to worry about.
“Aren’t you curious? They probably don’t want us to know what they’re really doing in government facilities. Probably banned it because this is a documentary about the direction they’re heading in when it comes to genetics.” He’s also a conspiracy fanatic. Once he got going it was hard to shut him up.
“That’s great Mason. Gotta go talk to Erin. Later.” Liz patted him on the back and left to find her friend.
Across the room balls on a pool table clack together as they race for an open hole. In seconds a groan of frustration followed, someone either made the shot and their opponent suffered, or the guy missed his shot. A distinct male shout traveled through the crowd. “Anybody else want to challenge me? I’ll take you on? How bout you?”
Liz shook her head at the guy trying to find a worthy contender; she’d take him up on it if she weren’t so tired. He didn’t sound like a regular at the bar, which was note-worthy all by itself. How did a new guy get in? Mason would be severely disappointed.
“Good you’re here.” A soft, shy voice from beside her distracted Liz from the game. Erin stood in shorts and a blue bikini top with tennis shoes on her feet. She looked like she’s headed home, but Stavros mentioned a break, which implied there’d be more hours of working on the clock.
Erin’s an exotic dancer; there were only three that work at Mason’s, all others work at Gold or The Tank. She had the place packed each and every night she worked-one glance at her figure and you knew part of the reason she was hired. Long shapely legs that were made for being wrapped around a poll or body, slim waist, full rounded breasts, and a cute face framed by dark red hair. If she weren’t such a sweet woman she’d hate her.
She marveled at how Erin’s regular voice differed greatly from her working voice. The only people she knew who were that good weren’t normal humans. When she’s working Erin’s confident, developed a purr, even a hint of an accent but speaking to the people that truly knew her she had no accent, no sultry purr, and no confidence.
“Course I am. How much?”
“Usual would be fine. Or-a little less if you don’t have the money right now.” She tucked a stray strand of burgundy hair behind her ear. If Liz didn’t know any better she’d be sure Erin was pulling a scam-pretending to be non-threatening. But see she did know better.
“Usuals fine.” She pulled out a hundred and fifty dollars. Sounded ridiculously high for calcium pills right? She thought so too but it kept her from having seizures, she could justify spending that much to keep her in constant supply. Alex was lucky, he never had the seizure problem, she didn’t know why but she was thankful he would never worry about that.
“You headed home?” Liz nodded toward the door.
“Yea, having Destiny take over for the rest of the night.” She pulled her purse up higher on her shoulder.
Guilt ate at Liz for bringing Erin into even a tiny part of her life. But she didn’t feel comfortable stealing the pills, if she was caught or the missing pills were noticed Lydecker would be hot on her trail. Erin could get the pills without raising suspicion, she worked part-time at the Roswell Medical Center.
“Thanks for this. See you later?” Her friend and supplier nodded and scurried from the crowded bar.
She put the bottle into her backpack whipped around to leave but ended up smashing into another patron. “Oh Jesus, sorry.” Strong arms held her up till she gained balance back.
“It’s my fault…completely my fault.” That same cocky voice she heard a few moments ago brought her eyes up. Wow, the body and looks went with the alluring rumble. “Let me buy you a drink.” Striking green eyes pinned her down.
“Hmm, I don’t know, should be getting home.” What, was she crazy? A gorgeous man asked her for a drink and she’s close to turning him down? Yep it’s official she’s crazy. Send in the shrinks to figure out what her problems were.
“What’s a few more minutes? Come on I could get to know you-you could get to know me?” He left the sentence hanging.
Should she or shouldn’t she? Liz glanced toward the door and back to the man. He really was handsome. Tall, at least six foot, rolling green hills for eyes a smirk that she wanted to run her tongue across and did she mention the muscles encased in a T-shirt and leather jacket? “Okay one drink.”
“Right this way.” He turned her around placing his hand on the small of her back leading her toward the bar. Mason still hadn’t returned but Shelley still manned the bar.
“Hey Shell, a rum and coke for me and for my friend…?” Liz turned to him.
The guy stared at her as if in awe… “Just a scotch.” Once Shelley left he fixed his gaze completely on her. “You’ve been here before?”
“A few times-a week.” She admitted Mason’s had a homey feel…after you’d had a few dozen drinks. But she adored the people who worked there.
“So since I’ve bumped into you and bought you a drink I think I’ve earned the right to know your name.” Their drinks arrive and the bartender hurried off to help another customer who was quickly reaching his limit.
“Ah, an ulterior motive.”
“Of course. Gotta have an ‘in’ you know?”
“Beth Michaels.” Yea, another lie. Like she was going to tell her name to some stranger. Not likely. Not only would that make it incredibly easy to track her down, she never told her adopted name to any of the guys she planned to sleep with. That was one of her rules that she never broke. “And yourself?”
“Alec Spencer.”
TBC