Thread: New Arrival (Attn: Brujah Primogen)5/23/2010

JTM strolls into Sluggers again for a change of place from patrolling, pulling in on his bike, turning it off and walking in. His combat biker attire clothes are showing signs of wear.

Wonder what craziness will be going on here tonight? I better not get hit by peanuts again either.

He scopes the place out and the upper VIP area noticing things out of the ordinary.

Nope. No Fitzy so this should be relaxing in the chaos dept tonight for a change. Wait what the hell….no JTM who the hell is that? Nice outfit. I like the way she barely rises from the table when she’s sitting down, but definitely not local around here.

He goes to the bar ordering a spitball avoiding their nasty nachos. He flops the money on the counter taking a sip of it. He goes from there over to her table making his way around the patrons the best he can. He sizes her up and it doesn’t take as long to do with her short stature. He nods to her a lil unnerved but keeping his cool.

“Sup. Names JTM and you are? I aint seen you in here before. You new to town? I’m what you call a boss around these parts.”

He chuckles motioning to the chair on the opposite side of her keeping him and his beer a safe distance from her.

“This seat taken? Mind if I join ya?”

Logan is at the karaoke machine, finishing up a set of Exploder, by Audioslave. He finishes to cheers and walks away from it with a smirk.

He looks out into the crowd, and see's JT and the new girl. His curiosity piqued, he heads toward them.

"Heya Bro. Who's your friend?"

She's been watching the door, waiting for him to arrive. She sees him enter the bar, noticing the biker attire is what grabs her attention. "This must be him." She waits for him to come over, and sizes him up as he does the same to her.

She smiles slightly. "My name is Marzanna Dragomir", she replies with a slight accent. "Yes, I am new around here, and no that seat is not taken."

She looks over as he walks up, sizing him up as well. "You sing well, the people seem to like you, I'm Marzanna and you are?"

(OOC: Assuming Logan walks up after she's already answered JTM)

He plops his ass in the chair looking over to her a bit, tilying his head down to make eye contact.

“Ah there you are. Cool. Thanks Mar….Mar… zan..zannadu....dammit. Ms. I assume Ms Dray…go..smear..dammit. Can I just call you MD for short for now? That cool with you? My bad. I will get it one of these nights. I promise.”

He notices Logan standing there.

“Yo. Logan this is MD…or what she called herself earlier. You catch that? I hope you did. MD this is Logan. You mind if he has a seat too MD?”

Logan’s a regular around here and one of my CREW just like I hope you want to join it too. I hope we are on the same page here. Too many people here for my taste actually to be talking shop if you catch my drift. I got another place to take you for that, to prove you are what you say you are…..got it.”

He takes a drink of the spitball trying to stomach the off-flavor.

“So, first things first…you are one of the CREW right? And if so…what brings you to the shitty city of Lamar?”

She chuckles at his sad sad attempt to say her name. "MD is fine and yes, Logan may take a seat as well."

Shes been watching the patrons of the bar, you will both notice that the area around the table is completely CLEAR of people, and they keep glancing at her quickly and then looking away.

"Yes, I am one of your "Crew" for lack of a better word. And I agree this isn't the best place for talking shop. Nor is it the best place to discuss my reason for coming to Lamar, so if you both would like, lets head someplace more appropriate for conversations."

She stands up and waits for their reply.

Logan offers his hand to Marzanna and takes a seat. He is wearing a leather jacket and a black flag tee shirt, jeans and boots, and large black sunglasses. He is just over 5'10 with long black hair.

"Drag-o- meer... Nice to meet ya."

Logan takes a seat and nods.

"Yah, you family?"

Logan nods as Marzanna starts to get up. He follows suit, pulling out his wallet and laying a 10 down on the table.

He takes another sip of the spitball watching her stand expecting more height.

“K. I’ve got the perfect place to do this, my house in the Pit. You got a ride MD? If not you can on the back of my bike.”

He looks over to Logan.

“You coming with us, or you still got shit to do here? Gotta take her through the ropes. You know…good entertainment value.”

He chuckles getting up front his seat leaving the half drank spitball there. He stares down to her literally finally meeting her eyes again..

“Ah there you are again. Now, MD ,let me explain some things to you right now before we get there. Don’t mind the mess at my place. Barbie went sword crazy and broke my coffee table. Hopefully she likes you. She hates when I bring in new women to my pad. Plus you have to get the JTM welcome to Lamar special deal coming to you too.”

He looks at Logan smiling on that comment.

“So let’s split this place…the sooner we get out of here, the better. It’s peanut time again. Shit.””

He works through the crowd waiting for them, dodging the peanut call the best he can. He exits out getting on his bike starting it up hoping they aren’t too far behind. When they come out he sets of to his place as fast as he can hoping they can keep up with his new improved souped up bike.


(OOC moving thread to Marhshll Pit Housing project in the Pit.)

"Yeah, I've got a ride, I'll follow you." She follows him out of the bar, wondering about his comment about "the JTM welcome special, and Barbie, last she knew, Barbie was a doll that little girls played with." She watches him get on his bike and she gets into her black Escape, chuckling to herself as she watches peoples reaction to her and manages to keep up with JTM.