Thread: [June 09 Story Post #3] June 2nd et al. "Deep Cover" Posted by DeAnna Ross

The hum of a powerful engine begins to emanate as a primer grey 1978 Camaro cruise down the street. It sports a cracked windshield, various patches of bonddough on the sides of the car, and some black smoke pours out of the dual exhaust mufflers. Sabre had picked this car up a few months ago in a race for pink slips. It was the first time he'd driven it since he had taken delivery. He knew though, it was the perfect car for his mission. He parked it next to a line of motorcycles and stepped out of the vehicle, the door groaning as it opened. He slid out of the bucket seat and as he stood, it was most notable that he had a different look to him. Instead of his usual hoodie and jogging pants with the tanktop undershirt, he was wearing black pants that looked as if he'd been wearing the same pair every day for a decade. He wore a black faded t-shirt that had a white tilted square that had the letters "nWo" written on the front. His hands were covered with black leather gloves with the finger tips cut off, but most notable for anyone who knew him was the fact that he was wearing 3 earings in his left ear, 1 in his right, his eyebrows were both pierced twice each and his bottom lip was pierced and a diamond reflected in the moon and street lights under his lip. As he shut the car door, his snake skin boots came into view. He looked at a couple of men standing outside a second then walked into the bar.

He nodded his head in rhythm with the song. A smile crossing his face as he looked up at the main stage. It had been a while since he'd been in a strip club. Rather than sitting at the stage, or at the bar, he pulled up a chair at a table off to the side. He ordered a beer, even though he had no intention of drinking it. There he sat and waited, facing the stage but his eyes flicked over everyone in his view as he looked for this, "Eddie" character.

"Well, well, well," chuckles a female voice behind Sabre. "If it isn't Art Morgan's little stooge, come ascended from on high to mingle with the trash ... what's the matter school boy, someone slap you with a ruler and send you out of the school yard?" The woman is an average looking mid-aged latino woman with big hips and a large endowment up top. She's wearing a pink t-shirt and jeans that are tore up and covered in spray paint splatters. Her bush of raven black hair is held back by a blue and gray handkerchief folded into a tri-angle. She is a gangrel named Lacy and Sabre only knows that because for a very short time she ran with Art before something occured to make her go anarch. What that something was, no one is quite sure and it's one of the many things that Art never talks too clearly on.

Sabre didn't immediately turn his attention to her as she spoke. He sat there for a moment admiring the proportions of the girl on the stage, then turned and looked her in the eyes, "Hello, Lacy. Nice to see you too. To answer your question, no one sent me packing from the school yard, I cut out on it. As for mingling with trash, I thought that was what I had been doing, I actually came here looking for more intelligent company. Luckily for me, you found me. So I guess I didn't have to look very hard."

"Oh how cute... compliments and ... what's that..." She leans her ear towards you and puts a hand to her heart, "be still my beating heart you've come to join us! Well, let me break out a decoder ring and membership card and we'll get you started because we're just EVER so lucky that a loyalist like you suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, fuckin' wised up." She scoffs and slides onto the barstool next to Sabre.

"Cut the shit Sabre, what are you really down here nosing around for? Someone embrace illegally? Piss in the Cahill's post toasties somehow? You tryin' to earn some brownie points because, um," She leans in close, "if so... then maybe I can..." she pauses and breathes the next words seductively, "help you..." she smirks as she lets her hand run down Sabre's arm. "For a price."

Kalie slides up next to the latino woman. "Now why would he need your help when he has me to choose for intelligent conversation?" She catches the attention of the bar keep and orders a beer before sliding onto a barstool as well. Turning to lean sideways on the bar she looks at the woman for the first time. "After all it was I who convinced him that there were greener pastures on the other side of the fence."

Lacy startles slightly at the appearance of Kalie and gives her a dirty look. Lacy narrows her eyes at Kalie, "Don't think I've seen you around before... what's your name, Chica?"

Kalie shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head a bit, "You may call me Kalie."

Her attention is drawn back towards the bar as the bar keep brings her the beer. She takes it and holds it at her mid-section with both hands causually as she turns to glance around the room. "Nice little place you have here."

"Yeeeaaa..." She let's the word out real slow and seems to be taking in the sudden appearance of Kalie before making any rash decisions. "Look, um," She turns to Sabre. "I've got a few errands to handle but, um, I guess I'll see ya around."

Looking back to Kalie she, again, gives her a look of deep consideration and caution, "Nice meeting you Kalie, I'm sure I'll be seeing you around... that is if you're not just passing through?"