Thread: Wreck and Roll (Any 3-26-10)

a cheap sweatshirt hood hid most of kendovs features as he entered the club a sneer from the bouncer as he moved in front of him motioning to the hood over the din their conversation cant be heard but as kendovs mouth moves the bouncer pales considerably. stepping around him the gangrel moves inside his hands in the deep pockets of his black jean trenchcoat.

he moves to a farther in the corner table and sits. as the waitress comes around to him he waves off any drink but sets a one hundred dollar bill on her tray speaking quietly to her before she nods and heads off whispering to a few of the other girls as she passes

Logan watches the dancers through two full sets without getting up, mastering the queasy turnings of his dead stomach until he was certain that he controlled it, not the other way around it. Still, if something were to go wrong, that would be unforgivable.

He gets up to go to the restroom to 'correct' the situation. As he returns to his seat, he notices the hoodied man in the corner, but makes no motion but a nod to Kendov. He goes to settle back into his position as the girls get moving to Thunderkiss 65. Logan grabs his drink and takes a long pull from the otherwise mostly untouched glass.

YouTube - White Zombie - Thunder Kiss '65

as the music thrummed over the speaker system the young waitress he had tipped prior came by he spoke to her for a few seconds and she nodded and moved over to logan

" the guy in the corner said hed like to speak to you if you could something about your tab on him "

Logan looks over to the man in the corner and smirks. He nods and stands up, taking his drink. He leans up and stuffs a 20 into the front of the panties of the dancer in front of him and walks over to where Kendov sits, avoiding blocking the view of the other patrons, or looking at them too closely.

"Hey, how's it rollin'?"

" its been awhile logan i havent seen you or miss kalie in a few weeks " he nods as the man sits down

"Been busy busy, ya know?"

He sets his glass down as he settles into his seat. "How bout you? how are you doin?"

"much of the same in most nights ive been in the pit more often of late." he nodded to the girls." 1200 years and humans do the same thing to relax with a few modifications of course. you dont go swinging weapons around now" he gives a amused snort

"Some of us don't, maybe." Logan smirks and takes another 'sip'.

"So, what? You just here looking for uninvited friends?"

Logan scans the drunken, skinheaded white boy loser crowd and shakes his head.

"Anything interesting in this place tonight is already at this table."

"an active intrest in the affairs of the regular people. remember betterment of the city and all. however to say im not looking for brand new faces would be a lie. its been awhile since ive had a chance to let loose and had some fun. " he shifted in the chair setting his arms on the table " and of you what brings you to this less than reputable establishment "