(2019-01-11) Tax Break
Cheap drinks, lots of strippers, and apparently drama. Who knew?
Players:
august..belle..genevieve..natalya..rockefeller..rory..

The bar has been decorated with colorful lights and iridescent tinsel. The metallic strands reflect colors as the lights blink and flash, and the three new bartenders (hired for this event) are serving drinks as quickly as they are able. On the stage is a very leggy redhead, the song she's dancing to isn't fast, so she is swaying slowly, arms above her head.

Belle is seated at the bar, her eyes flitting around the club as she sips from a tall glass. She's keeping a careful eye on the new bartenders and trying to make sure nobody is getting rowdy or grabby with the dancers. When she gets to her feet, she walks the club slowly, speaking to various people before she settles near the entrance, speaking quietly to the half dressed woman giving coat checks. A banner hangs above the bar, reading "Happy Tax Time!"

*

Natalya arrives with a couple of goons in tow. Well-dressed men with bulges in their jackets that can be seen by those who know about such things; guns. Eternity is a business interest of the Latinas - even if the current oweners haven't fully understood that yet. She wears a sparkling black sleeveless dress that reaches down to mid-thigh. Hair and make-up immaculate. Her handbag costing more than what most of the dancers make in a year. She has to laugh at the banner over the bar - who pays taxes? "Belle! It's been far too long" she smiles at the barkeep, reaching out to take both of her hands and place greeting kisses on each cheek.

*

August passes through the ID check, and is shrugging out of her coat to check it, a heavy, long wool number. She stuffs her scarf in the pocket before handing it over, dressed all in black from a pair of low-rise, distressed skinny jeans, 5 inch glossy stilettos heels with a red sole, and a sheer black sleeveless top over a very visible black lace bra. A few inches of bare belly and back shows from hem to hem, along with all the ink on her arms, shoulders, chest, and neck. Her tattoos ride all the way up her sternum, not to mention her back, which is mostly visible through the sheer fabric she wears. Her long grey hair is worn up and pinned artfully. There's no mistaking the tattooer with all that ink showing. A cell phone sticks out of her back pocket, but other than that, and a claim check for the coat, she doesn't seem to be carrying much else, except probably some cash in her pocket.

*

Ginny Mackail is here for one of two reasons: accidentally, or purposefully to see Rory while on shift. More often than not it's the latter option and here she sits, drawn in by the colorful lights and flashy bits. While the skilled dancers artfully flash their bits! Dating a bartender in a strib club has opened Ginny's mind a bit, needless to say; no she's not gawking at ladies dancing but she's no longer quite as flustered or anxious. The fact that this is a strip club doesn't even bug her anymore.. go figure!

She's seated contentedly, the flashing colors setting her fair hair alight, slight form outfitted in a long dark skirt and pale blue spaghetti-strap camisole (her heavy coat shrugged off and left at the coat check.)

Genevieve people-watches for now, head tilted as she nurses a bellini.

*

A very buxom stripper with a sash reading 'Ms Tax Season' sashays over to the bar to order a shot, her very heavily made up eyes scanning the bar for someone to hit up for a lap dance. She takes her shot, has a few quiet words with a man in a suit, and after another quick shot, takes him by the tie and leads him over to a soft couch.

*

Belle watches the bar with an amused expression on her face. When Natalya steps up and gives her kisses on both cheeks, she chuckles softly and takes a careful step back. Best not to make it look like a retreat. "Princess." She greets, giving the other woman a careful look over. "Go get yourself a drink on the house, and do me a favor? Keep your guys in check, yeah?" She says all of this with a carefully neutral look on her face, something approaching a smile tugging at her lips. She fetches another cranberry juice on ice when August arrives, and she wiggles her finger in that direction, offering the woman an upnod in greeting. She smiles at Genevieve as she settles into a stool at the bar, gesturing to one of the bartenders when she stops to look at her phone instead of serving one of the customers lined up there.

*

"In check?" Natalya replies to Belle with a surprised look before shaking her head. "Oh no, solid colors only. Never in checks." A wink for the barkeep before she wanders off. Natalya gesturing her bodyguards to follow as she heads for somewhere near the stage. Though the sight of a familiar blonde has her slowing down. "Ginny? Don't you look beautiful. As always." More kisses to the cheeks in greeting. "Where is that no good man of yours? Leaving you here at the mercy of all these strangers. Don't worry, I will stay and protect you until he arrives. Another drink?"

*

Rory has been about somewhere, working. Thus it's about now that he comes into view near the bar. Offering a wave to Bella. "Hey, anything else needed?" He asks her, seeing as they do have some extra help today after all. If she wants him at the bar or somewhere else. A nod and smile given to Natalya as well as he sees her. Letting his gaze wander some as he looks around the place. Spotting Ginny as well, giving her a wave if she looks over.

*

August glances over at Natalya's boys before she looks at Natalya. The length of her look suggests she's either into men with suits, or she's noticing something else. There's a faint smirk before she heads for the bar. And then she's catching Belle's eye, winks to the other woman, and slips in not far from the woman, taking a perch on a stool to lean in to catch the bartender on his way by. She orders quietly as you can in a place like this. Then, "Bella. Nice place."

*

In through the doors of the establishment walks a man who has spent his fair share of time here. He's not the usual clientele, chiseled features ripped out of a magazine muscles of a man who enjoys living life just a little bit dangerously and a general sort of confidence backing him as he walks right by the ID check dressed in a full suit and tie.

He's wearing the latest in 'oh great googly moogly who can afford that' level clothing, the buttons done down as it looks as if he may have had a few drinks prior to getting here.

That pitch black stache would look more at home on the set of a cop show from the 70's then it would a modern businessman but he wears it with confidence as he heads right in, enjoying the music.

As he makes his way in the figure takes a slight eye out the corner towards that woman and her security. He's doing his part to just keep to himself, but it's clear he's a bit impressed by the spectacle of it.

He walks over towards the bar, not trying to make too much of a scene as he puts away his phone. He waits a moment on the Bartender before speaking. "Old Fashioned, Laphroaig 30 year if you've still got it, triple wood if not."

*

She feels someone's glance upon her and Ginny turns to look upon Belle, offering the other woman a kind smile. She is perfectly unassuming in her watchful way; she looks as if she parked her cloud out back and left the harp with her coat. As she cases out her surroundings she is aware of two moving mountains (ok so that's how Nat's goons always appear to her) and as her hazel eyes move BACK to where she sighted Belle, she's noticing Nat.. just in time too. Ginny is quick to respond and she tilts her head just so to receive the light kisses to her cheeks. Doesn't quite think she has the tact to return it. Instead, a grin.

"Heh, thanks eh… nothing on you though. Nat." A nod to that killer black dress, makeup. "How've y'been?" Asked first, followed by a blush. "He's working—" Oop, but sees her. Ginny's smile widens and she lifts her hand to wave to Rory over the fray of patrons. Blows him a quick kiss. August (with her astounding tattoos) is noticed next and Ginny suddenly finds herself revisiting an old, fierce desire to get inked! Wowza!

*

"Keep an eye on the Princess. If she does something that Lew isn't going to like, just quietly let me know." Belle says to Rory, keeping an eye on Natalya as she saunters off. "Oh, and keep these fuckers at the bar off their phones. We're not paying them to socialize. We're paying them to sling drinks." She really wishes she could have a drink right now, it would help immensely. Another dancer saunters out on the stage, dressed in a latex catsuit. A tail has been pinned just above her ample bottom and cat ears are worn in her hair. The DJ puts on an appropriate song and she starts to move, attracting the attention of a few suits that are already a few sheets to the wind. Belle doesn't mind drunks, unless they get grabby. When August settles beside her, a genuine smile appears on her lips. "August. Thanks. We try to keep the girls classy and drug free. Sometimes /that/ is an uphill battle, but.." She trails off and takes a drink of her cranberry juice. "Know anyone else here?" When Rockefeller steps up to the bar, her eyebrows creep up slightly, but she doesn't comment. Doesn't trust herself to.

*

"I have been well" Natalya replies to Ginny as she sits herself down alongside the blonde. "I went home for Navidad. And Happy New Year to you as well. My staff tell me that you haven't used those tickets I got you yet?" She does frown for a moment. "Would you prefer to go somewhere else? You only have to ask. I can change the destination easily enough." Her eyes fall on August and she seems impressed. "Let's hope that canvas never gets saggy" she smiles before another distraction. Rockefeller. Or at least his mustache. "Someone with wealth" she muses to Ginny with some appreciation of his style. "It seems Belle will be doing very nicely tonight." Her attention turns to the dancer on stage for a moment. "I think that outfit could be better but it is a noble try."

*

August glances down the bar at Rockefeller when she hears his order. She gives him one of those top to toe eyes, pale eyes appraising. She rests an elbow on the bar, hand propped under her chin. "Hm." That's all she says, but she regards the man for a moment more before she turns her head, gaze flicking back to Belle, and then creeps over to the stage. To Belle, she says, "Classy in latex. Meow, kitty." She says that completely straight-faced, then looks back to Belle. "Nope, but I saw a few nice attributes I'd probably enjoy closing the gap on." Whatever that means. Probably something dirty. Just then, her drink arrives—what looks like white wine on ice in a tall glass, but isn't.

*

"Not yet.. things got a bit hectic." Ginny offers to Nat ruefully, "It's nothing.. not at all to do with the gift. Maybe it will be easier in the Spring? I'm low on the totem pole at work so I.. couldn't get away easily." She offers earnestly, sipping her drink. The 'saggy canvass' comment causes Ginny to choke. "I was dying t'get a tattoo when I was younger.. before I turned 20. Would've had my head rolling if I waltzed up to the family dinner table with what I wanted to get." A fond smile. "And—-" Then she sees Rockefeller and her brow quirks, "Cripes.. I'd say." Understatement.

*

Rockefeller gives a bit of a friendly nod in the direction of those who are taking time to notice him. He doesn't glance to long before just turning right back to the task at hand calmly standing by the bar and waiting for his drink.

The man's attention slowly drifts up towards the act a calm bit of a smile shining on his face as he looks up towards the show. He lightly taps his foot in time with the music. His massive shoulders slack a bit as he just relaxes a little and enjoys himself.

"Well hello to you too." Offered towards Ginny with a bit of a smile, how he can make out anything in all this noise anythings guess as he does a quick check of his watch to make sure he's got the right time. A quick flash of bright pearly whites given, before he looks right back to the live entertainment.

*

A smooth Russian curse eases from Belle's lips before she takes a deep drink from her cranberry juice. "You better behave yourself woman." She says sotto voce toward August before she scans the club again, making sure that people are behaving. As long as people behave, she can stay calm and happy on her bar stool. She settles her gaze on Rockefeller and allows a slight smile to curve her lips. Hopefully he spends on the live entertainment the way he drinks, the girls were so looking forward to tips.

*

"Cripes?" Natalya stares at Ginny for a moment, shocked. "Steady on with the language, Ginny, we're in a strip club, not a church. Since you talk like a sailor, no wonder you wanted a tattoo" she teases before a wave for Rory. Then her attention is on Rockefeller. "She's taken" she notes with a warm smile to the man. "Often, from what I hear. I am Natalya." An offer of her hand to the other super-rich person in the house. Near her, the bodyguards grow more alert at such proximity to a stranger.

*

"Mmhmmm," August murmurs to Belle, a grin curving those black-painted lips. She taps her glass lightly with long nails, also glossed black, claw tips tapping lightly. She picks up the glass at last, takes a sip, and turns her back to the bar, long legs crossed. She hooks an elbow behind her, free hand dangling over the bar's edge, and watches the dancer on stage for a time. "No touching. I know the rules. Looksies only." She tips her head as a dancer wanders by, but her silver-eyed gaze eventually returns to the stage. She absently passes a black credit card over her shoulder to the bartender, in lieu of cash. She has other plans for her cash, obviously.

*

Taken? Often? Ginny blushes right to the roots of her hair, but her hazel eyes flit to watch the bodyguards as they grow more vigilant. Nat's comment and Rockefeller's greeting keeps that glow going.. but it may just be the bellini. She is content to watch and listen to everything around her, glancing over to Rory occasionally to see how he's holding up. She needs a refill on that bellini though.. mmm~

*

Belle takes a deep breath and shakes her head, her shoulders shaking briefly as she laughs quietly to herself. A man on one of the couches near the stage starts to reach for the dancer's leg, but she shakes him off playfully before he can get grabby. Belle stays in her seat, and makes an attempt to look like someone who approachable and friendly. As the wife of the owner, it's probably a good idea not to scare people away with her resting bitch face. She nods to the bartender that she scolded and another cranberry juice is poured into her glass, the ice refreshed. "I wonder if we're gonna get through the night without at least one person being tossed out on their ass." She comments idly, but it doesn't seem aimed at anyone in particular.

*

"William Wilder Rockefeller" The man responds with a that same bright and friendly smile. "Shame though, she's very attractive." Added with a bit of a polite nod. "Just lucky I guess there's always plenty more fish in the sea."

The name is bound to get a few heads turning. It's one associated with one of the largest companies on earth, and one of the richest men. A company invested in anything and everything to turn a profit and the man in charge is here in a strip joint ordering booze and ogling the women.

A couple of the other patrons who had just been quietly blending in tense slightly as Natalya's friends get ready for a bit of a potential issue. Though Rockefeller is just having an absolute blast, it does become a bit clear he isn't exactly alone here either but his own security is a bit more low key. A lot more low key considering how flashy the man himself is intentionally dressed to draw attention away from his own armed security.

*

"I'm very attractive…and not taken" Natalya points out to the exceptionally rude Rockefeller; at least she is smiling as she does it. Sure, she's heard that name, but no way could a guy in strip club be related to /them/. It is obviously a 'club' name. One he uses to seduce women. His real name is probably Wilbur Snotz. The bodyguards relax a little. It's about time Natalya had a drink, and since tequila is half-price, bring them on!

*

There's an examination from the man before his smile twists up just a hair a little sparkle in his eye. "Maybe we'll have to get to know each other a bit better then." Rockefeller not faltering even a moment as it seems he's a bit too dense to really get the point that he was just a bit insulting. "Just assumed someone as devilishly attractive as yourself with such a wealth of assets would already have the perfect suitor."

Rockefeller dusts off his pant-leg, the motion done just once. It's subtle, and may slip past, but right after it's done the bodyguards of his own dressed down in plainclothes go right back to their little conversation, enjoying their sparkling apple juice. Not breaking from being at the ready till the signal is given the standoff called off as it were.

"I didn't figure it would be right to waste your time like that." Said as his attention goes right back up to the stage, watching the show in progress once more.

*

"It's always part of the entertainment, watching some meathead get bounced for forgetting his hands belong on the couch, not the girl." August asides to Belle. She slides off of her stool, leaving her $8 apple juice half-consumed, and wanders toward the back where a few girls not on stage linger, slipping a few bills out of her back pocket. "Ladies. May I trouble you for a dance? Oh, you smell like cookies, sweetheart, how about you first?" She grins, and tucks two folded twenties into a dark-haired dancer's hand.

*

"It's kind of a shame that I'm not bouncing anyone right now." Belle returns to August, rolling her eyes at the imposed restrictions on her at the moment. She watches as August approaches a dancer and the girl takes the money, curling a finger toward the tattooed woman as she leads her to an empty couch. When August settles down, she'll start her dance, clearly having fun with it. At the bar, Belle idly watches Natalya flirt with Rockefeller and hopes that the two don't join up to give her two pains in her ass. The one is enough.

*

As if Natalya would be a pain in the ass to her future employee - Belle. That Rockefeller also has goons piques her interest. Maybe he is one of /the/ Rockefellers. "And someone with your name and stature…" (ie money) "…must surely have a companion. Where is she? Or them? I assure you I am single…unless there is a group thing to be involved in." A sly smile before tequilas arrive to shoot. "What brings a man like you to this little town? Or are you just here for the tax relief?"

*

August laughs at something that's said to her by her gyrating new dancer-friend. She keeps her hands on the couch, inked up arms extended along the back, clearly enjoying the music and the stripper's efforts, which quite recently included a slow dip, and a pair of hands running over the tattooer's thighs before parting her knees to shimmy closer. Aug's pale grey gaze doesn't so much as leave the lady she's just paid, body bopping lightly to the music, but stopping just shy of dancing herself. Her long legs part, stiletto's bringing her knees up high enough that it's easy for her dancer to straddle her lap and have a nice level seat from which to shimmy. Ok, maybe a little dancing in her seat, but not enough to jostle miss vanilla body oil. Every once in a while, the two exchange soft words, a laugh or a smile, and Aug tips her head, gaze wandering freely. Looksies, no touchies. There's a little body glitter transfer, but them's the breaks.

*

Lewin would be having two fits if he realized that Natalya was here, but she doesn't want a scene, so she stays. "You two should get lap dances together, or go make some dancers happy on the stage." She kind of hopes that that will distract them. She sips from her cranberry juice and then shakes her head. Across the room, one of the dancers who have had too many shots, totters over and falls on her ass, laughing despite herself. There is a brief lift of her brows to one of the security men that are employed and he quietly steps forward to walk the girl to the back room. She shakes her head and turns to watch August enjoy her lapdance. She's certainly not going to be the one to tell August that she's sparkling now.

*

"I tend to have a rotating stock, keeps me from getting too bored." Rockefeller gives a bit of a firm smile before getting a slap across the face out of nowhere. Just one right across the jaw from a scantly clad brunette who'd just been a part of the crowd looking a bit uncomfortable. "Case in point."

Spoken as he gets a death glare from the fairly good looking woman. His guards start to move before he does that same dust off blinking several times as he passes it off as reaching back up to rub the side of his face. "Though usually people know what they're getting into." said to speak over the woman as she tries to make a hit and run of it makeup running down her face already.

*

"I know exactly what you mean" Natalya nods about the 'rotating stock'. And then there's an example to ogle. "She looks nice" she shrugs. "Though the running make-up is not a look that will catch on." Another tequila is downed before she nods to Bella. "Don't worry, I'll make sure each of your lovely ladies will make a lot of money tonight." They'll all be her employees one day so she has to treat them right. "Though I would enjoy a lap dance… Bella?" An arching of an eyebrow that suggests whe would like to hire the barkeep.

*

August's hand aaaalmost comes off the couch when her pretty dark-haired dancer slides a fingertip from the base of her throat all the way to the button of her jeans, skirting all the scandalous real estate in favor of tracing the tattoo that wends down over her sternum. But. She catches herself just in time, laughing a throaty little laugh back there. She flattens her palms against the couch, says something quiet to the girl she's taken to calling Cookie. Yup, definite body glitter transfer. Just as Cookie's going back for another slow something that actually lifts the hem of Aug's top a couple of inches, the song ends, and the two part company, August tucking a tip into the very slim strap at the dancer's hip, when it's lightly pulled out with a thumb for her to do so. Her fingernails don't even make contact. Good customer. "Thank you, dear." Yup, she watches Cookie turn and sashay away before she herself rises, and moves to return to the bar, looking far more relaxed than before. "She's sweet," Aug says to Belle, resuming her seat next to the other woman.

*

Belle just stares at Natalya, and for a moment she's unable to hide her emotions, some irritation sparking in her eyes. She smothers it almost forcefully, taking a deep breath and nods to the barkeep. "She's not a dancer Princess, if that's what you're looking for.." She trails off, gesturing to the women walking sultrily around the club, dressed in next to nothing. A muscle in her jaw jumps before she glances down at her phone, and then back up at the pair at the bar. When August rejoins her, she just gives her a look. A look that suggests that pregnancy hormones are about to pop off. She stews and silently wishes for chocolate to magically appear.

*

"Oh this place is up for sale" Rockefeller asks looking over his shoulder waiting on his drink to get made. Just a moments glance away from the stage out of curiosity as it clicks what kind of woman he's dealing with in the back of his mind. "Been looking for a few new business ventures in town, how's a hundred fifty thousand cash sound?"

*

"I meant you, sweetheart" Natalya grins to Bella. "Is everything okay? You are looking a bit…agitated? That is not good. Come work for me and I will sort everything out." She glances around. "Where is Lewin?" A smile for the returning August. "How was she?" But then Rockefeller has to go and ruin the perfectly pleasant environment. A roll of her eyes at Mr. Fancypants. "That wouldn't even pay for the panties at this place. Why don't you go play with your rotating stock and leave business to the adults."

*

August resumes her seat next to Belle, facing out, looking at Natalya now since the other woman's apparently pinged Belle's hormonalmeter. The grey-eyed tattooer gazes levelly at Nat, reaching back to take the card offered back to her by the bartender before sliding that into her back pocket. "Jesus fucking christ. Does every jackass in a suit around here think they own everything or can buy everything?" Okay, so maybe that was a little harsh. But she said it anyway. And now it's out there. Nevermind the fact that the credit card she just pocketed is 1) not hers, and 2) has an astronomical limit, 3) belongs to one of those people who drops money like it's candy and all the kids should have some. After a beat, she seems to have gotten control of her f-bombs, because she says to Natalya, she says, "Excellent. Some ladies know when to close their mouths and use their bodies."

*

"This place isn't for sale, and a hundred and fifty thousand sounds like a joke that I didn't get the punchline for." Belle says, a most polite smile on her face for Rockefeller as she says those words. She rests her chin on her knuckles and stares at Natalya, almost as if she feels like this is her fault. Blame must be placed. "I'm not agitated. This is my form at rest." She claims, her smile absent now as she stares toward the Princess. "Lew is at home, Princess. I'll make sure he gets the message that you were asking about him." She rubs her free hand over her front, shifting to get to her feet so she can walk off her mood. She stalks toward the entrance, checking things there before she strolls to the back room, checking on the dancers back there. She counts to ten a few times and then makes her way back to the bar, looking a little less stressed out. Hopefully there isn't a poor unfortunate soul in the back who just got knocked the fuck out.

*

Rockefeller has a smile cross his face, that broadens out wider at the stereotypical response from the peanut gallery. He takes in a deep breath of that air. "And responses like that right there are exactly why." He motions over to the punk rocker. "Stuck up wannabe rockers fighting the man who leap at the chance to stick it to anyone who's actually managed to make a success of themselves." He pauses for a moment. "It's free entertainment."

"Honestly if I was looking at a place like this, the environment general clientel I'd likely go a bit closer to about oh eight hundred thousand for an opening bid, then work from there, but this way's a bit more entertaining." Falling back to his more flat expression as he lets hands fall down into his pocket.

*

"Don't people like it when you use your mouth?" Natalya asks August, a totally innocent smile on her face with her words. "At least I am now wearing a suit." So, obviously, the tattoist's rage was not directed at her. A frown at Bella's disappearance. Once Natalya finds out who caused that bad mood, she will have them killed. And there's a Rockefeller trying to show off again. Best to ignore men who like to boast about the size of their wallets…it's invariably a disappointment. So, instead, she will watch the show for a while.

*

August glances back at Rockefeller. "Success has its levels and its limits. Money is as often luck as skill, keeping and growing it is acquired, but throwing it at everything is annoying. Particularly when it's undervalued. Read a room, dude." Some of her annoyance may be misdirected, but Rockefeller spoke up about purchases before she finished her drink, and the look on Belle's face…

"That's a better offer, but you forgot to add in sentimental value. She's in a partnership and this is their business baby." Aug offers the black card back over the bar for a fresh drink. She left hers sitting too long unattended. "Babe, same as before, double the ice." This to the bartender.

And back to Rockefeller, she says, "Still, that was fucking rude of us both." She means Rock's offer and her response to it, which was quite abrupt. She doesn't actually apologize explicitly, but that's pretty close. The tattooed woman looks like biker-bait, but she's wearing $1300 shoes.

"Nope, can't say that I've ever had a complaint about my mouth, except when words are coming out of it," August's reply to Natalya's brief. Her gaze flicks over Nat's ensemble, but she doesn't say anything about it. "Hm." She glances over to where Bella got off to, then reaches for her drink as it's delivered. Card comes back to her, and this time she tucks it down her sheer shirt and into her bra for safekeeping.

*

Belle settles back into her seat once she's calmed down, and she shoots a look at Natalya, catching the last words the women exchanged before she returned. "Who is that guy, Princess?" She's referring to tall, dark and mustached. "You put him up to that shit?" She winces and glances down the line of her body before she takes a deep breath. She gets kind of green around the gills and gestures to the bartender who must have seen this before, or something like it, because she sets down a glass of water and stands back.

*

"If he is who he says he is, he is one of the richest men in the world" Natalya answers Belle. "Also, one of the biggest wastes of space since Kim Kardashian," Is she saying this quietly? Nope. "Belle…you don't look well at all. Rory told me that you and Lewin got married. Congratulations. My invitation must have been lost in the mail." A smile for August. "I am sure you have plenty of wise things to say. I see that tattooing pays well." A nod to that card before it disappears.

*

"Oh I didn't forget, were it a proper offer I'd have inspectors, market analysts and the like out to make sure, get some profit reports and work directly to figure out a good number, get some word from the locals on quality of the establishment check into criminal history." Rockefeller rattles off a calm voice, finally grabbing his drink. He takes a small sip from it pausing clearly amusing himself if nothing else. "All assuming of course the business was actually for sale, which as discussed it's not."

"Even if it were I'd always sooner invest into a company watch long term then all parties willing move to an agreeable offer to bring the company in under a subsidiary to keep it making profit since it already is." There's a lot of gesticulation from him as he takes another sip, talking shop as if it's nothing.

*

"I don't care if he is one of the richest men in the world. Nothing said indicated it was for sale, and as an aside? It isn't." Belle is firm on that and her chin comes up when Natalya speaks again, her eyes flashing briefly before she tries to seek out Rory in the crowd. She doesn't look happy. "We eloped." She states quietly, and then before anything else can be said, she's bent at the waist and losing whatever she had for lunch. "Fuck me." She groans as one of the bartenders rushes around with napkins, as if that might help anything. Hope August protected her shoes!

*

August reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small piece of spiced candy wrapped in rice paper. She slides it over the bar to Belle. It's a sharp-scented hard candy, clearly ginger. She doesn't say anything except, "That'll help. Unless you hate ginger." Eventually, August glances down and notices she's glittering. She lifts a knee to check and yes, her jeans are in fact body glittered too.

Aug glances over at Nat. "Oh, yeah, it does, when you do it well." She tips her ankle, rolling it before she recrosses her legs. She glances over as Rockefeller rattles his spiel, and though her eyes might once have glazed over, hers narrow slightly. "That's crap is so much sexier in a heavy New York accent that it's insult—" Whatever she was about to say is cut off as Belle boots. Aug's reaction time is excellent, and she kind of thought that might be happening, so her feet do indeed kick up fast out of the way. Yes, it's pretty comical, and the dude to her left might catch a heel somewhere soft, but them's the breaks. At least there's no body glitter transfer involved. Gotta avoid that splash damage! She barely hangs on to one of the shoes by a toe, then jiggles her ankle around until it slips back on. She glances down. "Red velvet cupcakes for lunch, B?"

*

Then Rockefeller adds, to answer Natalya's little comment. "And I thought we were getting on so well." A light shake of his head, a quiet sigh under his breath. "Not from you, but from our lovely friend here, it certainly soun-" Then comes the lost lunch. Rockefeller pauses for a moment, before he moves over to make sure everything is alright.

Thinking fast he pulls out a super absorbent ShamWOW from his pocket and uses it to soak up some of the mess before it can cause any damage. It also has the added bonus of hiding it from view. "You wouldn't be the first person to warn me to keep that talk to the boardroom." Going right back to a bit of a light smile, as he leans back. "Trust me, when I throw the right accent on it, the whole speech works wonders." He takes a few more steps away. "Business is my favorite style of dirty talk."

*

Natalya's eyes widen as Belle…erupts. Gosh…even talking about her wedding to Lewin has that reaction. "I'm sure being married is not that bad" she offers, reaching out to gently rub Belle's back. She's here to support. "I don't want to buy the place, I just want to help you run it." Much better idea than letting Rockefeller have it. Especially with him droning on in that boring manner. He is the only person Natalya knows that could make a strip club boring. "I do like your shoes" she notes to August. Tattoo artists /must/ be well paid.

*

Belle reaches out for the hard candy, looking a little defeated and frayed around the edges. She pops the ginger treat into her mouth and sucks hard at it before she takes a drink (yuck) of water and exhales slowly. She watches the varied reaction to her lunch making a reappearance, but it's the absorbent cloth that gets the most attention. Her eyebrows lift and she gazes at Rockefeller as if he might not be real, and then she swallows hard. "Among other things." She notes to August before she gets to her feet, scooting her stool away. "Princess.." She says weakly, obviously not her usual self right now. "..we've had this discussion already, and we're not having it again without Lewin here. Right now, the answer is /no/." She turns away as the mess is cleaned up, nobody needs a repeat, and tries to take deep breaths.

*

"Thanks, I love my shoes too. I have them in several colors, and those hot little Pop black and white ones from the current collection. Thinking about picking up the French 1920s inspired knee-boots next, because they are sex on a stick." Yes, August can have this conversation about Louboutins over puke on the floor and a rich dude cleaning it up with a ShamWOW. Billy Mays would be proud. August glances down again, then reaches for her drink, taking a long, slow sip. Nope. Not gonna sympathetic vom. Not. Gonna. Do it. She tips her back against the bar, then tips her head back, long line of her throat visible for a moment. Breathe through it, girl. Just breathe through it. She crinkles another ginger candy out of her pocket and pops it into her mouth without unwrapping it. It's fine, the rice paper will dissolve.

*

It certainly smells. Whatever Belle had for lunch may have been off. Still, Natalya has sat and watched people being tortured and killed…and enjoyed it. A little vomit isn't going to bother her. Not with shoes to talk about. "Yes! I love those boots! You /must/ get a pair." A laugh about the 'sex on a stick' comment. "They haven't failed me yet. Oh…are you not feeling well either?" ShamWOW? Maybe this Rockefeller is not from the family she thought, but actually one of the Florida Swamp Rockefellers. No one with real money would /ever/ clean up themselves. That is what staff are for!

*

Belle seems a little better once things are cleaned up, and she settles back onto a stool, not speaking to anyone for the moment. A fresh glass of water is brought to her, and she picks it up, taking a slow sip as she glances from Natalya to Rockefeller.

*

"I'm fine," August murmurs, but it takes her a moment to drop her head into a normal position again. She drinks her juice, though, perhaps out of the danger zone. "Just a little moment of queasiness there. Happens sometimes." She mms. "Good to know on the boots, but I didn't think they'd fail. Put 'em with the right dress. Or no dress." As the case may be. All the f-bombs seem to have deserted her for the moment, though that lap dance's positive affects linger. As does the body glitter. "I just need a cupcake."

*

Instead of ringing it out or even attempting to save the thing Rockefeller just throws it out without a second thought. He cracks out his neck a moment before going back to a relaxed stance. "If I didn't know better a man could think that's a look of judgement." Spoken with a bit of a slight smirk. "Funny as it may seem there are still people willing to help out from time to time."

He moves over towards the recently eloped individual and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a stack of hundred dollar bills and without even counting it sets it down on a stool next to em. The stack is about 6 inches high even with the band around them. "Congrats on the wedding, wish you and yours the best."

*

After a showing up briefly Rory did disappear into the background. Now once more he is getting a moment to take in what is going on. Currently behind the bar to fix a few things. Watching the people some with a studying gaze.

*

Belle looks at the money laid on the bar and she shifts a look at Rockefeller, a flat look. "Thank you, but the gift is not necessary." Her coat is brought to her and she wraps herself in it, pulling a hat on her head. "I hope everyone has a good evening, but I think it's time for me to retire. I'm not feeling well." A lingering look is paid to Natalya, a frown on her face, before she turns and starts to walk from the club. There are people to make sure things continue to run smoothly, and hopefully in the morning she'll get good reports.

*

"Understandable" Rockefeller says without a moments hesitation grabbing back the stack of money. He walks over to the stage and out of the kindness of his heart snaps the band from that stack and two others. With a pause in his motions he throws the money up into the air towards the stage scattering it with a good deal of force to make sure the 100 dollar bills get spread nice and evenly getting some good coverage.

Having made it rain before he can see the reactions he's already heading back over towards the door. He looks ready to leave back out into the city, having just thrown a rather sizeable amount of money at the stage as if it were nothing

*

"Take care of yourself, Belle, we'll talk later" Natalya threatens before watching Rockefeller dispose of the money and causes a frenzy of grabbing strippers…and audience members. Way to start a riot. A sigh before she stands and her goons move closer. "Nice to meet you" she nods to August before offering Rory a wave goodbye. She will understand if he doesn't make it home tonight. And then she is off too.

*

August also looks at the money laid on the bar, but doesn't say anything about it. She does, however, roll her eyes heavenward, look up for a long moment, then shake her head. Look, she does have some self control, okay. Then it's raining hundreds, and the grey-eyed woman chuckles. "Christ. That's time to go for me." She slides off the stool, leaves a tip for her bartender, "Goodnight." That's probably to Natalya, and then August is exiting stage left before the riot begins in earnest. She's not getting arrested today, noooope.

*

Rory does see everyone run off, giving a wave to Nat as well. Still needing to talk to her at some point, but for now letting her head off.

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