[11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby NPC » Fri Oct 23, 2009 11:00 pm

He watched the middle of the floor with a half grin. The tequila was making everything a little warm, and the girls on either side of him made it hard to concentrate. He slid one hand onto an empty thigh of each of the girls. A great feat, he thought to himself, being as tore up as he was. He writhed a little with them, the girls being even more fucked up than he was, but not too drunk to stick their hands in all kinds of places. He barely caught sight of a slew of camera flashes as Jean Claude bust it down in the middle of the club. He turned his head to his cousin Hector, and nodded in a a kind of I-told-you-so look, knowing he would never doubt his little friend again.

He stared to bury his face in the soft pale neck in front of him, and was barley aware of his surroundings for just a moment. Enjoying his time at the club, he thanked JC a little to himself as he grabbed a hand from each girl. He started to lead them back to the VIP room. They were just the right amount of drunk to be the most fun, and he was sure the JC and his flavor of the day would be back when they were ready. He just kept reminding himself of the night he was headed for before Jean Claude showed up, and laughed a little more as he grabbed a handful of ass, and started up the stairs. Had he not been as drunk, he would have noticed the white guys following him to his table.
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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby Dark Siren » Sun Oct 25, 2009 3:20 am

He'd gotten through a few more songs before the warmth in his belly spread, the writhing bodies filling the room around him slowing just slightly and the edges of his vision beginning to blur. His body knew the way, though, and it was only when he felt a tug at his sleeve, one of his new friends staring over at him breathlessly and mouthing something about taking a break that he stopped dancing. The woman, hair matted to her forehead and laughter deep in her throat, slipped an arm around Jean Claude's waist and he had just enough forethought to call back to Jenny that he'd meet her upstairs before he was swept away in that direction.

Names were exchanged - Eva, she all but shouted in his ear, fighting against the music - and they made their way up the stairs. It was a little more difficult than it should have been, a few of those steps deciding to be tricky, but he just leaned on her and giggled to himself.

In the middle of some rambling (and probably incoherent) story as they reached the landing, Jean Claude didn't notice the three men just ahead of them, walking with determination towards Carlos's table. He was just at the punchline, or the point, or maybe just the part he found funny for just that moment, when one of the men yelled out loud enough to pull his attention away.

"What the fuck, Jennifer?"

His head snapped in that direction, eyes still a little glazed and grin sliding onto his face. There was tension in the air, he could taste it, and the tequila in his blood told him to stride forward, hushed that bare whisper in the back of his mind that said to go after Jenny before the fight started. Pulling Eva along - she could sit on his other knee when Jenny came up, it was that simple - Jean Claude walked up to what was becoming a very interesting scene just in time to see the curvy blonde girl jump from Carlos's lap and hurry over to the other side of the table. Just in front of him, blocking his view at first so that he had to step to the side, were the three men, the smaller one in the center grabbing the blonde (Jennifer?) by the wrist and almost tossing her behind him. "Get in the car!" he shouted over his shoulder as she stumbled, eyes glazed and his two friends standing by looking lost, uncomfortable.

Jean Claude caught that familiar look in her eyes as she righted herself, tucking stray strands of pale hair behind an ear and casting a nervous look back to the man. As she hurried to do as she was told. He strode forward before he could help himself, grin still firmly in place and eyes gone a little cold for the width of the smile. "Calm down," he said, sliding a hand on his shoulder and looking up towards the man's eyes. "We are 'aving good time, no need for yellin-"

The man violently shrugged his way out of Jean Claude's grasp, almost tripping himself and colliding with one of his friends. "Back off, fag, I'm not talking to you." He turned his attention back to Carlos and Jean Claude knew he only had a few seconds before the situation exploded. Part of him wanted that, the excitement, but there was the press to consider, Chason as well when he got the morning paper, and really, for some odd reason, he wanted to lash out as well. And, for once, there was nothing to stop him.

"You stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, you fucking hear me," the man started again towards Carlos and Jean Claude reached out to grab his shoulder, hoping to pull him back as he took that suicidal step forward. "I said get off m-" was all he managed to get out, with an elbow aimed at Jean Claude's ribs, before the world slowed down around him.

It was easier than Jean Claude would have imagined, side stepping the blow, reaching up to grab the man by the nape of his neck, and smashing his face into the table. The smell of blood was sudden in the air as everything went back to normal after the show of speed, Jean Claude standing there as the man dropped to his knees, holding his nose.

"She is no your girlfriend tonight, hijo de puta," Jean Claude said calmly down at the mortal before turning his eyes back to his friends. His smile, which had vanished somewhere in the violence, instantly returned and he swayed a bit, having to grab at the table for stability. The other two looked more shocked than angry, staring at him for some reason, and he grabbed one of the glasses from the table, knocking it back, before calling to the blonde girl hovering frightened by the stairs. "Come here, little lamb. No reason to run off." He only realized he'd switched instinctively to French once the words left his mouth, though of course she didn't need to hear him to come under his sway.

Jean Claude again looked to the two remaining men, Jennifer scurrying over to tuck herself under one arm. "Your friend is very drunk now, I zink. You should take 'im 'ome before 'e is 'urting 'imself any more."
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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby JennyGinetti » Sun Oct 25, 2009 10:55 am

Jenny was giggling with the waitress over all the shit she had to put up with when she heard her name yelled; probably wouldn't have caught it except it was her name. Looked towards the source and determined that ah, that other blonde was Jennifer too, what were the odds--

Oh, Jean Claude. That was not subtle. She started back towards their table, applying a discreet elbow or two to get through the crowd faster. The poor bastard was being hauled off by his friends. "Oh, it's so good of you to go take care of him," she said, smiling, and for once she didn't bother to put any special weight behind the words. "Honey," she said, directing her attention to Jean Claude, "what did I miss? I hate missing things, you know that."
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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby NPC » Mon Oct 26, 2009 2:51 am

Carlos had spun when the yelling started. His hand crept toward his waistband without thinking. Who did the bitch think he was? He didn't speak immediately, and ended up giving Jean Claude enough time to piss the guy off. He gripped the handle of his pistol as the guy swung. He had enough time to register what he might do to this guy after he hit JC when the situation changed. Carlos swore he'd seen somebody do that shit in a movie. He blinked a few times. He couldn't react. It wasn't until his cousins finally made their way back upstairs, and the white guys friends hauling him off did he really move.

He turned to his cousins. There was a flare in Carlos' temper for a moment as he spewed for what could only be called a torrent of curses in Spanish. There were no real point to his words, but his boys cowered a bit at it. Carlos finished his insults, finally turning back to talk to JC, but was stopped again. As he turned a burly man stepped up. He was of Latino decent, but had no apparent accent. He put a few fingers to his ear-piece in a bit of self importance, saying something about requiring backup in the VIP area. The man took a dead stop right in front of Carlos, and bared down on him. "We are going to have to ask you to...." The bouncer stopped abruptly as his ear erupted with noise. He tried to listen, tried to intercede, and was balked again by the voice on the other end. There was an aggravated look on his face as he spoke again. "One moment."

Carlos looked about, noting the situation. Two more men in the tell-tale black blazer were on their way up the stairs. JC and his little thing looked ready for anything. His cousins gave him a little nod, noting their readiness after failing once. The first bounce joined his coworkers. There was a flurry of conversation between them before one of them put his hand up, and proceeded to walk over to Carlos. The new bouncer was a little shorter, but had a way about him that meant business. The small man spoke in Spanish, his Rican dialect coming off to Carlos. " I am sorry for the the rudeness. I hate to have to ask, but fights are bad for business. Perhaps there will be no instigators on your next visit Primo." The man turned a little so they could get a clear of view of his neck. The five pointed crown and his 'LK' etched in ink gave away his affiliation.

He turned and waved JC to follow. "Looks like it's time to get out of here. Some people don't know how to party, huh?" He grinned a little, and felt the tension ease around him. He snapped, pointing to the the exit. "We got better places to be whey."
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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby Dark Siren » Mon Oct 26, 2009 10:45 pm

Jean Claude stood, hovering by the table and swaying slightly to the music, as the two men carried their friend away. His girlfriend, poor little Jennifer with tears in her eyes and her hand clutched so tightly on his sleeve that he could feel her nails in his skin, was tucked safely under one arm. Jenny came up on the other side and, as luck would have it, there was one arm still free. He wrapped it around her waist, taking a moment to glance around the room for Eva and sadly not finding her, before turning back to the two blondes. He giggled a bit, the small realization seeming far more important than it actual was. "Oh, Jenny!" he said low, still laughing. "Jenny, zis is Jennifer. Jennifer, Jenny, zis is, eh, it is-"

The world seemed a little faster than normal, lights brighter and music louder, so it was no surprise that the bouncer's arrival took his attention. "Como? What ze..." Jean Claude tried to focus, pay attention, and made it half-way through the next interruption, the quickly flurry of Spanish, before he turned back to Jenny. "Chaque fois que je sors, you know, somezing like zis is always 'appening to me." He shrugged, looking up just in time to catch Carlos waving him towards the exit. "Si, vamos. I-" He glanced back at the table. "Almost forgetting mi abrigo, yes? All zis commotion now."

He grabbed his jacket, tossed a mournful look to the remainder of the tequila, and allowed himself to be led out of the club.
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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby JennyGinetti » Tue Oct 27, 2009 12:11 am

Jenny smiled gently at the blonde woman curled under Jean Claude's arm. "Relax, honey, it's all fine," she said softly, persuasively. Then she giggled a little and nudged Jean Claude. "Two Jennifers? You are so spoilt tonight." She slid her arm around him and did her level best to not look like she was holding him steady as he started saying something in-- well, if it was French, she was pretty sure she couldn't have understood him even if she spoke it, the words tripping over each other fast and loose. She nodded along anyway, smiling and keeping one eye on the bouncer-- on the bouncer and his colleague--

--oh, on his colleague that they were not going to be arguing with, not with him sporting that ink and Jean Claude drunk and her playing arm candy. Right then. She stood back as he got his jacket, then took a quick glance to make sure Carlos and his friends weren't looking at them and slipped her hand into his pocket, pulled out the car keys. As far as she was concerned, people who had drunk enough tequila to be speaking in tongues did not get to drive.

"Where're we going?" she said, catching up to Carlos and his cousins and the double armful of floozies they were trailing along and sporting the smile of someone who was seeing the whole night through the lens of going places with interesting people to party rather than getting thrown out of a club because my drunk boyfriend had belted the boyfriend of the girl he picked up. Not that hard, actually. She was kind of curious about the work thing that Jean Claude had mentioned.
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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby Dark Siren » Tue Oct 27, 2009 5:50 pm

Jean Claude staggered out of the club, not at all minding the fact that he had to lean on Jenny occasionally, not with his arm around her waist and the way the other blonde was looking her way. That could be fun, though he really shouldn't be thinking those sorts of things, as Jenny was there as a favor to him, doing such a good job in that dress. There was Chason to think about as well, probably back at the house by then, waiting for him to get home. Chason, who was taking him out tomorrow night, just the two of them, who was so good to him, at least most of the time and-

And the blonde was nuzzling at his neck, warm breath light on his ear. Jean Claude grinned, swaying a bit, and pushed all those nagging thoughts to the far, far back of his mind. After all, hadn't it been Chason who said he should have his little diversions? He had and this entire night, if anything, was certainly diverting.

They made it out of the club without incident, mostly due to the last bouncer's intervention (he'd have to ask Carlos about that later) and it was still early enough that the parking lot was fairly deserted, empty cars stretched out in every direction. "You two play nice, hmm?" he grinned to the women on each side as they reached the back of the lot, unwrapping himself and hurrying over to Carlos. The other two had run off somewhere, their girls had disappeared as well, and so it was just the two of them for a moment, standing there beside a large SUV. "Primo!" he called out, wrapping an arm around the larger man's shoulders with a grin. "Do not make me forget, uh? Ze job, it-" He blinked, lost for a second. "Is zis your new car? I like it."
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Re: [11/2] Dressed So Fresh and So Clean

Postby NPC » Wed Oct 28, 2009 1:01 pm

The boys had gone to get everything from their car. No way he was riding with anything with his new truck. He slid the keys out of his pocket, and the lights flashed as the doors unlocked. He reached for the handle as Jean Claude swung an arm around his shoulders. The guy was too fucked up to be talking about work, and public parking lots were never good. He let the statement pass, giving him a moment for a joke, if for no one but himself. "Yeah, well, had to get around somehow. Payed for it with the insurance money after the old one was stolen and wrecked." He smiled slightly. His grin was a little off, showing his intoxication.

He looked to JC and his girl, and waved to the back door. "You should get in whey. You will have to share the backseat, but it's pretty good size." He fumbled with the door handle for a bit, and hopped in to the drivers seat. He cranked the engine over. Carlos sighed with the tone of the engine, and looked around the car. Hector walked up, and got in the front seat. Juan got in the back with JC and Jenny. They closed up all the windows, and cranked on the music.

The lighter flicked on, and the sweet smell drifted through the SUV. As Hector passed the smoke to Carlos he turned in his seat to look at JC. "You are in for a surprise, man. This shit..." He pulled off of the hand wrapped cigar, holding it in, and coughing slightly. He exhaled, blowing the smoke toward Jenny, and smiled a little bit more. "This is some good shit. Puff, puff, pass homes." He took another drag, and handed the blunt to JC. Carlos waited to watch the show. Smoking up new people was alway a highlight. If Jean Claude was aiming to be fucked up, he was gonna get his chance. " You got the drinks, figured I could get the smoke, eh ?" His Spanish was sliding together slightly, but it was easier than English for the time being.
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