This Thing of Ours - IC Options

[fistandantilus4....]

Take a seat near the stage, use my vision magnification to get an even better view. Start recording visual and audio. Make be something worth writing home about.

For the 1000th time, wish I was a mage so that I could do that "magic fingers" trick, and help that dress that is just dying to fall off.

[Lady Door]

Up close, the show is even better. From here you can actually feel the emotion of the song wash over you. It's strange and strangely moving. You're not sure if it's some kind of magical effect or if she's just that damn good.
And yeah, you were right, blue eyes.
The set lasts for another half an hour and then she takes her bow. From your vantage point, it's a really, really nice bow. You almost want to call for an encore so she'll do it again.
From somewhere behind you, someone does call for one but she smiles and shakes her head.
Not tonight, sugar.
Stepping off the stage, she catches your eye and inclines her head slightly to the back of the club. Following the red dress, you end up in a private suite. She's standing there, her back to you, pouring a drink. Rum from the scent.
Can I offer you something, mon cher?

[fistandantilus4....]

From where I'm standin', there's a lot you;ve got to offer.

For now though, I prefer to handle business first.

Santangelo. What can you tell me about her that I don't already know?

[Lady Door]

First, we talk payment. I tell you something you need to know, you tell me who it is you're working for.
Bourbon smiles and slides you a drink across the table. As she speaks she makes her way over to you, sitting on the edge of the table. From this close you can just about see through that dress.

[fistandantilus4....]

Mr. Santangelo

[Lady Door]

For a moment, Bourbon's eyebrow raises and then her face is all smiles and sultry winks again.
Oh, honey for what I've got for you, there better be a first name to go along with that last one.
Bourbon slowly crosses her leg, causing the dress to fall open at the slit, revealing smooth brown legs that go all the way up. Her hand strokes your lapel, the tip of her fingernail brushes your neck, sending chills down your spine.

[fistandantilus4....]

I should hope so. Gino.

[Lady Door]

Very good, sugar. Very good.Bourbon takes another long drink of her rum and then leans back, giving you a very good view of her,.. um, assets.
All right, this is what you need to know. Your Ms. Santangelo has been very good at keeping it quiet, but she's a mage. That's right, sugar. She'll all Awakened and carries a nice combat spell repetoire. She's no little talent either. Word that reached my little ears is that she trained with a free spirit.

[fistandantilus4....]

Anything else? like whether or not this spirit is likely to be around, or what it looks like, or just how likely she is to use magic?

[Lady Door]

Well now, suga, now you're asking me about a whole different entity. You want to know that, that's gonna cost you another secret.
Bourbon slides off the table and into your lap, still sipping at her rum. Her fingernails are tracing circles on your arms and it seems like you could get lost in those amethyst eyes if you weren't careful.

[fistandantilus4....]

What she does with the magic isn't any different from the first 'secret' But if you have a price for intel on that little ghosty, name it. I'll see if I can find something that fits.

Oh yeah, she's real good at the distraction game. Good thing I like to play it to.

Resting a hand on her leg near the slit, thumb moving just slightly back and forth, Darius waits for her answer.

Charisma + INfluence (G) + edge = 5 successes
didn't add street cred since she doesnn't know anything about me

[Lady Door]

Bourbon seems to consider you for a moment and then laughs, a rich throaty laugh. The kind that could drive a man crazy.
Oh, sugar, you're sparking me so I'll give you a little something for free. The spirit comes when it wants, it's beholden to none. Though if they are bound the way I think they are, Lucky can call on her at anytime. The spirit is known to take on many forms. Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman. But, if you're looking I'd tell you to look for a woman dressed in leathers with a hard look in her eyes. Like I said, cher, Lucky's careful with her magic. She uses it mostly for manipulating those around her. Control thoughts, emotions... that kind of thing.
Bourbon leans forward and grazes your neck with her lips.
Mmm, sugar, you smell good.

[fistandantilus4....]

I'll be sure to kep an eye out then. Wouldn't want to be .. manipulated.

Business concluded, the hand goes up inside the skirt, while hte other one goes to her hair, pulling her in to a kiss.

[Lady Door]

The kiss is long and satisfying. There's a different kind of heat when you kiss her that you've never experienced before.
Soon, you find yourself lying naked, sprawled out on the couch in the room. She's draped over you, her long hair covering you like a silk blanket.
So, how long you gonna be in town, mon cher?

[fistandantilus4....]

Normally my answer would be as long as it takes.... but I think I may change that to as long as you can take it. I don't suppose you do this with all of your clients? I wouldn't think that you'd have a lot of secrets left.

So what's your real name "Mama Bourbon". I know your mama dind't name you that. Very sexy, but not the sort of thing that gets decidedi the hospital. Your name sake certainly fits ... tastes great, pleasure on the tongue , goes down smooth and leaves you feeling good.

[Lady Door]

Bourbon laughs.
Oh no, mon cher, you done sparked me real well. Not a lot of men can do that. You're special.She says as she strokes your hair, smiling into your eyes.
My real name? Who's trying to get the secrets now, cher? Bourbon's real enough, suits my tastes.
Her lips come down upon yours again in an aggressive kiss designed to drive all thoughts of talking from your mind.

[fistandantilus4....]

It works well. Darius stays until 1am, taking one of the boats back. In the mean time, he finds out everything he can about the many different ways to drink bourbon.

He takes his leave, having to be off "to work". All play and no work make Jack, well, a jerk off.

Climbing back in the car, Darius first heads to his otel room fora wuick shower and a change. No point in going on bussiness with lpstick on yur collar. by two he's back out the door, directions to the Lucky Strike already programmed in. Place should be winding down by the time he gets there. And unlike most people at this time of night, heopefully one names Kucky, he's still wide awake and ready to go for hours. Sleep Regulator: Best. Investment. Ever.

[Lady Door]

The Lucky Strike is indeed starting to wind down as you arrive. At least, that's how it looks from the parking lot. Approaching the door, you see a tall troll male standing under the balcony talking to a good looking female troll. The male stops the conversation as you approach, nodding as you walk up.
Evening.The troll's voice is deep and guttural.

[fistandantilus4....]

Yes it is.

Darius keys over 300 nuyen to the troll as he walks past, taking a moment to eye the woman appreciatevly, but not over doing it. Just enough to let her appreciate being chekced out, but not enough to be offended. That woulnd't be a godo way to start the night.

He heads in to the Lucky Strike and takes in the sights.

[Lady Door]

As you head through the entrance arch, you can hear the slight beep of a weapons scanner. Apparently, you're not wearing anything too heavy because no one stops you.
You come into the bar and sports den. The place is nice, decorated in dark woods and dark greens and reds. The place has the feel of an English pub. There's about 50 people filling the place, some playing pool, others placing bets, still others at the bar.
A hispanic human man wearing a dark red vest, white button up shirt and a black bow tie is manning the bar.

[fistandantilus4....]

Walk up to the bar tender. Keep the englsih straight but let the italian accent come through. Hey. Think you could get me a whiskey and tell me where I can find Ms. Santangelo?

Monitoring my Spatial Recognizer and Olfactory booster to watch for anyone coming up from behind.

[Lady Door]

The bartender, whose nametag reads Roberto, looks you up and down.
Yeah, I know where to find Ms. Santangelo. The question is, who are you and why do you need to see her?

Make a perception test - visual

[fistandantilus4....]

My name is Darius. I'm here on business.

Understanding that this guy is jsut the middle man, and probably just doing his job, Darius keeps any trace of irritation or mockery out of his voice.

[Lady Door]

Roberto nods, as if this makes perfect sense to him.
I'll let Ms. Santangelo know you're here. In the meantime, would you like anything to drink?

[fistandantilus4....]

......whiskey

Now Darius loks annoyed. He does'nt like repeating him self. He takes some time to scan the bar, looking for hidden camera, or wandering mafioso. Especially mafioso female elves.