DT2 - Rough and Tumble clubbing

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:54 am

The club's music was blasting, and the beat was, without a doubt, good for dancing to. Really, it was good for anything. Dancing, fighting, and less discreet pursuits... all of which were happening at one place or other inside the club.

Cal looked around as he entered with Tink and Murphy. "Damn, this place rocks," he said with a smirk.

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 2:55 am

Murphy winces slightly at the loud music, but quickly seems to acclimate. She looks around slowly, looking like she's studying the place.

"Neat."

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:06 am

Cal gave Murphy a wild grin as she said that. "Oh, you've got no idea," he said. "Come on, ladies, the dance floor's calling."

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:08 am

Murphy follows after the couple dutifully.

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:12 am

"Home sweet home." Tink laughed, staying tiny and weaving between the others on the dancefloor.

"This night is going to rock, I can feel it in my bones."

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:14 am

Murphy nods in agreement as she begins dancing.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:17 am

Things started out... well, like any night of clubbing would. Cal started dancing, splitting his time between the two girls, and at least once throwing up an elbow to knock back someone who was about to plow into them.

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:34 am

Tink flitted across to the bar, her thirst getting the better of her. Alighting on the bar top she waved to the barkeep, an old friend now, and sat herself on a beer bottle waiting for her drink.

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:37 am

Murphy danced pretty well, although she moved a bit awkwardly. People seemed to stay out of her way for the most part as far as throwing elbows or pushing her around.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:37 am

"From the...gentlemen on the end," the barkeep said a little distastefully, mixing some Jack Daniels, some Southern Comfort, and some Everclear..and setting it on fire.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:40 am

Cal watched Tink fly off, then shrugged, knowing she'd be back. "Not too rough for you, is it?" Cal asked Murphy over the music with a grin, pretty sure it wasn't as he remembered her mixing it up at the bar the last time they'd all been out.

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:42 am

"I like it rough," Murphy says in a tone that sounds completely serious and not the least bit flirty or laced with innuendo.

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:46 am

"What?" Tink blinks, its not the first time she's been sent a drink but this particular combination... glancing up she caught his eye.

Shit.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:47 am

Wingnut smiled, tipping his own drink in her direction, and began muscling his way over, liteally shoving some small fry out of his way.

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:51 am

Tink did a mental check of what she was wearing, glad she had hit the town with Cal and dressed Tinkish.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:52 am

"What? Not thirsty?" he laughed in a deep baritone, comandeering the seat next to Tink.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:52 am

Her serious tone didn't seem to bother Cal any, or change his mood. "Good, then keep hanging with us, things always stay rough where we go," he laughed.

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 3:57 am

"Cool."

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:08 am

"Not for anything you could offer me."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:09 am

"Don't be like that, twinkletoes. C'mon, gimme some sugar..." he grinned down at her, lustilly, and perhaps a little drunk. "Give your ol' Wingnut a kiss..."

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:14 am

"Ugh, seriously?" Tink pushed herself off, forgoing the drink and heading back to Cal.

"I'm not YOUR anything, Wingnut.. not even close."

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:15 am

Murphy glances over at the bar.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:16 am

Cal grinned at Tink as she rejoined them. He looked like he was fighting the urge to start a fight... yet.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:17 am

"Babe," Wingnut laughed, coming after her. "Don't be like that. C'mon, I'll take you for a ride--and maybe I'll even go there in my motorcylce," he laughed.

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:24 am

As Wingnut approached, Murphy drew herself up to her full height from her usual slouch. She didn't look like she was being deliberately threatening. She just took notice of him. With an extreme prejudice.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:26 am

Cal didn't make the movement obvious, he didn't even look at him... but he did step right between Wingnut and Tink, keeping his eyes on Tink.

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:28 am

Tinking up she stepped in front of Cal, turning to Wingnut with a blank expression.

"I'm not a little girl you can push around the way you used too. Wingnut, I grew up."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:29 am

"You sure did, babe...in all the right places, too," he smirked.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:32 am

Cal didn't even seem to think... it was almost like it was a pre-programmed reaction. He slid to the side, his metal hand shooting out at Wingnut's face.

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:34 am

Murphy just watched. Not getting involved. Yet.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:34 am

Another pre-programmed reaction was WIngnut shifting to solid stone, frozen in place, as a loud THUD could be heard, even over the dance floor.

"...what the FUCK was that, tiny?" Wingnut roared, shifting back.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:36 am

Cal quirked an eyebrow, looking at his metal knuckles, then tauntingly back at Wingnut. "You being a giant pussy and turning to stone, looks like," he goaded the other man.

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:37 am

Seeing him shift, Murphy readies a couple of arrows in anticipation of the coming brawl.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:38 am

"What's this thing, Tink? Your new vibrator?" he laughed, jerking his thumb at Cal. "C'mon, that's gotta cost you a fortune in double As."

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:38 am

Murphy let's loose an arrow aimed towards one of Wingnut's feet.

by **Trinity Cleaver** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:40 am

Tink attempted to push Wingnut backwards, her hand on his chest, wanting to seperate them.

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:42 am

Like Wingnut is being pushed anywhere.

He hopped back away from one of the arrows. "What the fuck--this ain't none of your god-damned business, bitch. Take a hike," he growled at Murphy.

He took Tink's hand on his chest as an invitation, and pulled her in close to him. "Hey, now, let's blow this shithole."

by **Hannah Murphy** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:44 am

"Friends," Murphy says with a growl, "Next? Head."

by **Rouen Coltaire** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:47 am

"Friends. Good idea," he laughed. "Boys!"

A group of variously mutated, tough-looking, tattooed guys get up from the bar and start making their way over.

by **Calvin Strong** » Tue Sep 08, 2009 4:49 am

Cal looked where he was indicating, and looked at the crew heading their way. Threat assessments started lining up in his vision.

"You're joking, right?" he laughed.

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