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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 30, 2017 15:29:08 GMT -6
Charlotte was going to have fun tonight. Dean had the night off so she had her driver for tonight drop her off a block away and she had walked to Devil's eye. Daddy would hate to know she was here but tonight she didn't care about that she wanted to drink, dance and maybe get laid if anyone struck her fancy.
She had already had four of her signature French 75's and was dancing with two men at the moment. Neither would be having sex with her that night but they didn't need to know that. One was grinding his hard member into her back side making her giggle and lean back into him putting on arm behind his head moving her fingers throw his hair. The other had his hands on her sides and kept 'accidently' touching her breasts and ass. It was funny playing with these kinds of men. They were nothing that she really liked oh she supposed some would find them attractive but they didn't get her motor running any more then if she were touching herself. Well that's not true she could definitely get her own motor running but she wanted someone who could do a little more then that. She laughed and spun around switching the mens positions. Soon she'd go back to the bar and have a few more drinks. If she didn't find something that really entertained her by then she'd either go home or sneak off to the Spread Eagle. At least there if a man couldn't get her going a woman would, maybe even Mrs. Paulina might be free but that was a thought for later.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jun 30, 2017 16:22:35 GMT -6
Jack was having a calm night, a rather typical one at that. As he kept reminding himself, the Devil's Eye was his playground, in more ways than one. He had found out that he could do whatever he wanted when in there. It was not the most advised place for respectable folk, but he was truly anything but a respectable kind of fellow. If anything, he quite liked the chaotic anarchy of the lifestyle he led. He could be found either whoring or drinking himself away there, so he was quite a normal costumer who enjoyed having his fun.
Sitting back on a chair as he caressed the sides of two lovely ladies that were kind enough to sit on each of his knees, while he spoke of his endless victories and conquests in the arena. His eyebrows raised, the brown eyed male focused on the sight before him, smirking as he felt the lips of one of the ladies kissing his neck up and down. The lady in front of him was surely having her fair share of fun with the two guys. Rob and Jon really could not keep their hands to themselves, yet the woman seemed more than able to handle them.
Something about her seemed oddly familiar, as if he had seen her before. He probably had, even if he could not remember. He was not exactly the one who cared the most about who he remembered or not, yet this one was surely catching his eye. As she made her way to her seat, the boxer shamelessly patted her bottom with his free hand, whistling a bit at her while grinning maliciously.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 30, 2017 16:49:35 GMT -6
Charlotte turned in her seat to see who had patted her ass and whistled at her. She raised an eyebrow and smirked. She knew who he was she made it a point to know the faces of all her fathers men. She'd slept with a few of them including Elias her fathers Cleaner, oh had that been a night to remember, but those trysts had always been in the Spread Eagle where you didn't talk about who you saw their or even really admit they had been there. It was the only safe way for her fathers men to be willing to screw her unless it was in the back of one of the cars. This one, Jack something obviously didn't recognize her. That made her smirk. She wasn't going to tell him who she was. It would be so much more fun to watch him figure out that he had done things with his mafia bosses daughter.
But she wouldn't make this easy for him no the real fun would be him finding out later how he had perused her and worked to get up her dress.
She kicked up a leg stopping him from passing her. "Is that really any way to treat a lady?" Charlotte asked with a raised eyebrow in a completely serious voice. She knew she wasn't acting like a lady and most of the time when she came here she didn't want to be treated like one but for the moment this was what would get the conversation started. "You will buy me a drink to apologize. Maybe even more then one you were very rude." She told him in an accusing and snobbish voice, one she usually reserved for Cruella, or rich debutants that thought they were better then her and Aria because they came from 'old' money. 'Old' Money try lazy family. Those girls wouldn't know fun if it got pored down their throat or grabbed their ass.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jun 30, 2017 19:29:22 GMT -6
The boxer stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows raising while he tilted his head to the side, taking a nice and long glance at Charlotte, his expression not showing much; which made his entire demeanor all the more ambiguous towards the mob heiress. He was not entirely sure about what had gotten in her mind, but he did not seem to care much either. This was the place he really could not be bothered about anything, so he just did whatever the heck he felt like, such as tapping the butt of a random girl who was now attempting to call him out on something, probably his behaviour. She obviously did not know who he was. To him, that felt like a crime, all things considered. At this stage of his life, he felt like Gatsberry's one and only superstar. At least he made a real mark on people. Mainly on their jaws.
Rubbing his chin again, Jack shot her a playful grin, almost feeling like laughing. "Doll, I don't know what is going through your mind, but you clearly don't know who you're talking to." he leaned in towards her, his eyes being mere inches away from hers. "Babes ASK to sit next to me. Nice try, though." he grinned at her before taking his red beanie and placing it on her head, amused at how it looked on her. "You can keep that. Got a closet full o'those." he said as he held her leg for a bit, amused at how soft her skin actually felt in his hands. This one could be a fun one.
"Although I might be feeling generous tonight, rich girl." he said in a mischievous tone now, slowly lowering her leg and walking back while still turned to her. "Follow me and I just might fix something up for you. Or vice-versa."
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 30, 2017 20:12:24 GMT -6
Charlotte wrinkled her nose as the boxer put his hat on her head. She took the had off dropping it on the floor. "Oh please." She turned back to the bar taking her drink taking a long drink draining the glass placing it back on the table before tapping the table asking for another drink. "I know exactly who you are Mr. Reed and I must say I'm not impressed. Honestly I don't see the appeal. You might have muscle but obviously no brain. And lets be honest a man with no brain barley knows which whole to put it in much less what to do with a real woman when he sees one." She took another long sip of her next drink. "And now that I see you up close I seriously doubt you could handle me anyway." She turned back to the bar taking another drink before signaling for anther drink. She crossed her legs her letting her skirt rid up her thighs. dress
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 1, 2017 9:34:43 GMT -6
He rolled his eyes at her remark, frowning and pressing his elbows on the counter of the bar, his head tilting back as he heard her talk to him. He knew it was not exactly polite of him, but he was not really paying too much attention to what she was telling him. Whenever the conversation didn't interest him much, he usually zoned out or responded in the form of a shove or an agressive remark. People usually tried to get him annoyed with attacks towards his masculinity, though it never actually got to him much.
Taking a sip of another drink while checking out a lady passing by them, Jack smirked a bit at the lady, raising his eyebrows at the same time before shrugging. "Well, the dolls here don't complain much, if you catch my drift." he said drily, looking unimpressed as he pressed one of his feet against the bar, looking around before focusing on her. "To be quite honest, they could pack a few more punches, y'know?" he asked as a response, his lips curving up into a grin as he asked for more of his beverage.
"Besides, puppet..." he whispered at her, a mischievous glow in the corner of his lips as he raised two more glasses, his focus now directed at her before he started drinking again. "...it looks like as if you're the one who can't handle me. Not if you keep playing with those losers you were playing with, really." he retorted, finishing his beverages with a groan, opening one of his eyes to smirk at her. "What are you looking for, anyway? If ya wanna have fun, y'just gotta ask, doll. I'm not feeling like spendin' money, anyway."
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jul 1, 2017 9:58:58 GMT -6
Aria was looking for Charlotte at her home, apparently their Dad wanted them to eat out tomorrow. Which meant Aria was going to need help in picking out an outfit. Charlotte always had to help her when it came to picking out clothes when they went out with their Dad. Cause the last few times she picked out her own outfit, she got a scolding. But Charlotte was no where to be found at her place. This made Aria frown as she crossed her arms and pouted for a little bit. "Where did you go?" She asked herself before she went back with a guard to the car. The driver drove them back to her Dad's place. It was time to interrogate the guards. She asked each and every one where Charlotte would be. As they knew her whereabouts better than others. None of them really gave her answers that she wanted. They only spoke of places she would be during the day, not at night. Though when she interrogated a guard Charlotte had a little interest in at one point, he told her she would be found at The Devil's Eye. She thanked him, but demand he come with her so that her Dad wouldn't complain. And of course he didn't since she was bringing three guards with her. A driver, and two guards. They brought her to The Devil's Eye and she immediately stopped when she saw the place. It wasn't one that her father knew of, that was for sure. It was dark and not that great in appearance. She was wondering if she should even be in this type of neighborhood. But she needed her sister, and she was going to get her. Aria hurried inside, her white dress flowing behind her. She looked for her sister and caught her talking with someone at the bar. "Finally," She sighed before she hurried to her sister. She accidentally cut in front of the man talking to her as she looked at her sister with a pouting expression. "Do you know how long I have been looking for you? You were not at home so I had to interrogate Bill to let me know where you were. Dad wants to eat out with us tomorrow, and you know what that means. I need you to sleepover and help me figure out what to wear. I don't want a scolding," Aria said as she was talking a little bit fast. Which was showing how anxious she was. And as she was talking to her, she still had no clue there was man right behind her. Most likely looking at her like she was crazy for interrupting them. (Dress - here )
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jul 1, 2017 12:51:39 GMT -6
Charlotte wrinkled her nose again as he watched a woman pass them and rolled her eyes. "The women here don't complain because their easy to impress or just need a cock to take the place of their fingers for a night and the guy doesn't matter. Fact is I could take most of these girls out from under you right now if that's what I wanted. I've done it before." She looked over his shoulder at the two girls that had been hanging off of him earlier. She smirked at the girls and waved. They both blushed and waved back before giggling and whispering to each other. Charlotte had been with both girls before and they had been fun. Not what she was looking for tonight but fun all the same.
When he commented about her not being able to handle him based on those she had danced with earlier pointing out the two men she laughed. "Oh please those two? They were never going to be getting under my skirt I was just teasing them and using them as place warmers to try to keep me hot till I found someone interesting. And honestly they barely did more then my own hand could do. I thought you might keep me interested but..." she looked him up and down no longer feeling the interest she had before he began speaking. "Well honestly I'll probably just go to the Spread Eagle and see if Mrs. Belmonte is free tonight. She would keep me far more entertained then you would I'm sure of that." She turned back to the bar finishing off another drink before signaling the bartender.''
The door opened a moment later causing Charlotte to glance over. She saw a large amount of white before she turned back and focused, most didn't wear white into the Devils eye, including herself. Tonight she were a black dress with sliver highlights. When her eyes focused on the person entering she was shocked. It was Aria and she was rushing over to her.
"Dovey what?" Charlotte began before Aria started talking about looking for her and needing her help to pick out a dress for dinner with Daddy tomorrow. "Don't worry Dove we'll find you something good that won't irritate Daddy tomorrow morning." She touched her sisters check stroking it with her thumb soothingly. "Now sit down Darling." She patted the seat next to her putting herself between Jack Reed and Aria. She gestured to the bartender and ordered her sister a martini with extra Olives just like Aria liked them. She then leaned in to whisper to her sister. "You should know this place makes the best drinks. I almost told Daddy to hire them but then I wouldn't have this place to myself." She told her sister with a slight giggle.
She then turned to the man beside her. "Dove this is Jack Reed a boxer and if I'm not mistaken he also works for Don Korso." Charlotte said their fathers name to indicate to Aria not to let who their father was slip. She wanted to see how long it would take this bimbo (slang for tough guy) to figure out who they were. "Jack Reed this is my little sister." She put her hand on his check like she had with Aria but this time her smile held no warmth or kindness of any kind. "If you touch my sister like you did me a minute ago.." She jammed her sharp nails into his check, not enough to break the skin but enough to get his attention. "I'll break your arm." She 'patted' he check but was a little sharp with it leaving just a slight sting behind making sure he knew she wasn't kidding and that she could do it no mater how much stronger he thought he was then her.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 1, 2017 18:20:38 GMT -6
Jack rolled his eyes at Charlotte's remarks, his expression curving down into a scowl of annoyance at most of what she kept saying and implying about him. He was not the most patient and kind person ever, quite the opposite, if one was to be sincerely honest. Even so, he had his fair share of fun getting along with ladies and teasing them. This one, however, was certainly more mouthy than what others were regarding his prowess. The boxer felt as if he was in a very good mood that day, considering how agressive he could have gotten.
"Hey doll, look. I don't really care if you're into cocks or cunts. You eat what you can nowadays." he said with a shrug and leaned back, picking up his glass and finishing it, groaning slightly at how fast he drank it, the stinging sensation reaching his brain. "I don't really care about that kind of shit, you know? If I want a fanny, I'll pick up a random chick. They're not that expensive nowadays even. Not even in that whorehouse ya go to, or whatever hoe you get it on with. It's all good, I like it when broads warm each other up." he said rather bluntly, dropping his glass. "So, I don't know what you want with me, babe, but I like it when my dolls keep their mouths shut. It's not like I come to broads here to talk, right?" he admitted with a shrug, looking at the shards from the glass before shrugging.
The boxer shot his glance towards the white blur marching towards them, his expression shifting to one of mischief while looking at the younger girl. She surely seemed disconnected and separate from this kind of world, judging by how soft and innocent she came out looking. Well, asking for a dress in a place like the Devil's Eye didn't actually feel like the brightest thing to do, and yet the girl insisted with going through with that route. Was she for real? Adorable as she was...
He let out a snort upon the mention of both of them being sisters, which was noticeable due to their odd colored hairs. Of course they would have to be connected. Their mention of his affiliation with Don Korso drove the boxer to grin, rubbing his chin before eyeing both the ladies. "I wouldn't exactly say I work for him. The big guy did me a favor, I rubbed his back. Just good business." he declared as he reached out to pull a cigar from his shirt, lighting it up. "Jack Reed works for no one but Jack Reed. Unless you pay Jack Reed." he admitted, shrugging with a wide smirk as he puffed out his smoke before being interrupted by Charlotte again, his cigar dropping, much to his annoyance.
Staring down at her as she held him, his expression grew apathetic and serious for an instant as he stared at her for quite a long while before leaning in closer to her, a grin growing on his lips. "Don't worry, pet...I don't think she's looking for the same kind of shit you are." he whispered to her, blowing her a kiss before stepping back from her and looking at Aria, raising his eyebrow.
"As she said...Jack Reed. Nice to meet you, love." he said with a smooth and confident expression. "Quite the entrance."
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jul 2, 2017 6:17:49 GMT -6
Aria looked at Charlotte as she rubbed her cheek and told her everything was fine. She was going to sleepover and help Aria find something to wear. A smile finally formed on her lips and she felt herself become relieved. "Thank you Sissy," Aria said before she sat down next to Charlotte when she patted the seat. Still not noticing the man behind her as she moved. Charlotte then ordered her a Martini with extra olives, causing Aria to smile a bit more. "You always seem to know what I want," Aria told her sister as she was craving a Martini after how anxious she had got.
She picked up the drink and sipped it as her sister introduced her to Jack Reed. This made Aria look up and realize that she had cut in front of him just now. This made her cheeks blush a little in embarrassment. She heard Charlotte's little message. She wanted them to keep quiet about how Korso was their Dad. Aria gave a little nod at her before Charlotte introduced Reed to her. Reed then made his own introduction.
"As she said...Jack Reed. Nice to meet you, love. Quite the entrance,"
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Reed, I'm sorry for cutting in front of you a moment ago," Aria said as she felt a little embarrassed at how she interrupted their conversation. She then looked at how Reed held himself. He was definitely someone who was confident in themselves, but she couldn't get where she got an uneasy feeling from him. Maybe she was being paranoid as they were in this dark place? And when he spoke about her entrance, she looked at him with a tilt of her head. "Entrance? I really did not make one. What is he talking about Char?" Aria said as she looked back at Charlotte with a cute confused expression.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jul 2, 2017 7:04:19 GMT -6
Charlotte rolled her eyes and gave Aria a look of disgust indicating the man next to them. "And he talks in the third person, Aces." She said sarcastically. Before smiling at her sister. "Well I've been watching over you since you were born I would hope I at least had some idea about what you need when you're feeling anxious." She patted her sisters hand before taking a sip of her own drink now slowing down that Aria was here.
"Dovey you and I make entrances just walking into a room quietly." Charlotte said with a smirk. "We simply draw attention everywhere we go." She said jokingly. Charlotte stroked her sisters hair. "I do love your hair sweetie. I remember when you were little and I would put it up in those elaborate braids." She laughed remembering how the girls would play with each others hair. "I'm so glad you kept it long when the fashions started to lean toward those short pixie cuts." She smiled sweetly.
She hadn't meant to but she was now ignoring Jack Reed. True he was starting to irritate her but she usually wasn't this rude. But she was drunk and whenever here sister needed her she got tunnel vision and focused only on her.
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Post by Thaddeus Sykes on Jul 2, 2017 12:51:22 GMT -6
Thaddeus decided to take the night off and have some much needed bar time. His guards were left at home to watch the pups, so he had no worry in the world. Alcohol was needed tonight. He walked down the street until, finally he got to the one and only, Devil's eye. It was a nice little joint he would go to to laze around and drink a couple. He hasn't been here for a while because of his business. It seemed to always take up his time so, he was excited for the things to come tonight.
He walked inside and peaked around. The smell of alcohol emerged as he continued to walk deeper into the bar. People were dancing and mingling, typical kind of night. But, then he peaked over and saw a good friend and worker of his, Jackson Reed. Which immediately made him smile. He seemed like he had a teaseful attitude as he watched him from across the bar. But, yet he could tell he was agitated. Thaddeus's eyes scanned to see who was with him and his eye's widened. Korso's daughters. Why the hell was he with them? He faceplamed and let out a deep sigh. The last thing he needed was for Korso calling him. Even though, Thaddeus wasn't even the tiniest bit scared of him. It kind of made him chuckle at thought of it.
He started to walk towards their direction, moving people out of his way. He was eager to find out what was happening and what was going on. He got to there and put a gentle hand on Jack's shoulder, " Jack, my boy. It's nice to see you here! " Even though Jack was getting them both into deep shit with the Korso family, he was happy to see him. He peaked over seeing the ladies. One with long black hair was standing in front of him, seemed like the youngest. Then, the other with short black hair, seemed kind of tipsy. He raised an eyebrow, " Well, well... Fancy to see you both here at this time. Weird to see you without the big man and a few guards. " He smirked at them. He peaked over at the bartender and got out his cash and slid a bill over, " Get me a Highball. Keep' em, would you? " He winked then peaked back over at them. Keeping a hand on Jack's shoulder.
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Post by Jackson Reed on Jul 2, 2017 18:06:07 GMT -6
Jack shrugged as he eyed his own glass, his fingers brushing on the circled surface, a large grin growing in his lips as he did so, amusement burning and being made obvious through him. He was definitely getting way too into this, even if the older sibling was getting on his nerves. He did not like people defying his sense of domination, and this one insisted on not keeping her mouth shut. For someone like Jack Reed, a pretty woman was only pretty decent if she kept her pretty mouth shut and her pretty skirt up. Was he the most respectful man? No. But he was not around to please anyone but himself.
"Hey, it's a free country, doll. God bless America and all that crap." he said in his usual arrogant and snide tone, shrugging as he leaned back and checked out a random lady passing by them, whistling gently at her, kind of grateful that the woman was no longer talking to him. What made him even more grateful, however, was what soon transpired in front of him.
The sight of Thaddeus Sykes made Jack's eyes lit up in rare genuine joy. Sykes had been the closest thing Jack had ever had to a friend. Ever since he took him in as his client, Sykes had managed Jack towards a rich life of power and prestige. Being just as ruthless and strong as he was, Teddy, as Jack called him, was a true Lord among men, as the boxer usually thought. Who else could have seen his potential and pushed it to new heights like he had anyway?
Placing his arm around Sykes' elbows, Jack looked back and forth between him and the girls, his hand slamming against his face in an agressive facepalm before he started to laugh at himself. Of course they looked familiar! It was obvious that they were the mob princesses. One of which he had been harshly adressing for quite a while. In a way, it was the most hilarious thing he had dealt with in a long time.
"So that's why you come here looking all tough and shit. How's daddy-o? Ain't seen the big dog in a while, doll!" he mused, already clearly being tipsy from the ammount of alcohol he had ingested, grinning at Sykes. "Can you believe that, Teddy? The stuff that happens over here! I could legit fall in love with this damned bar!"
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jul 2, 2017 22:45:25 GMT -6
Aria watched Charlotte as she played with her hair, complimenting it like she always did. Though she could already tell her sister was close to being drunk. And her breath was proving that theory to be right. "You know I do not like to follow trends," Aria laughed before she shook her head a little bit. Messing up her hair a little bit before she took another sip of her Martini. She felt her sister stroke her hair more before she pulled away from her and gave her a pouty expression. Of course it was a cute one that showed she was playing.
Aria then looked around the place and finally noticed how dark it was. She noticed everyone wearing dark clothes while she was wearing a pure white dress. This made her blush slightly. No wonder I made a big entrance, I am sticking out like a sore thumb, She thought to herself before she suddenly heard someone talking to her and Charlotte.
" Well, well... Fancy to see you both here at this time. Weird to see you without the big man and a few guards. "
Aria turned to look at an older man who happened to walk up to them and put his hand on Reed's shoulders. The mention of her father caused her to go silent. She looked at Charlotte who didn't seem to mind, but wasn't happy that the truth was revealed so soon. But it appeared their gig was up. Though she wondered if it would cause trouble in a place like this for people to know who they were. She took another sip of her drink when Reed started to talk again, finding herself getting a little irritated at how he talked to her sister. Her bright Emerald eyes narrowed at him before she turned and order another Martini as she finished her.
"You were right, Lottie, they make the best Martinis," Aria said with a smile before she looked back at Reed when he talked about falling in love with the bar. Apparently it amused him to have both of them here. "How did you find this place?" Aria asked Charlotte as her attention went back to her. "Also, it is rude to ignore him.. Even if he does irritate you," Aria whispered to her sister as she wanted her to keep her ladylike figure to herself.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jul 3, 2017 10:27:37 GMT -6
Charlotte rolled her eyes at the two men. The older and less drunk one was obviously not as stupid as Jackson. At her sisters gentle reprimand she turned and faced the men staying on her seat and leaned back against the bar. She grinned at her sister. "I know just the right mix of everything when they make drinks Aria." Now that the boxer knew who they were there was no point in playing.
"I go out without Daddy and bodyguards often Mr. Sykes. But I suppose that wouldn't be well to you two since as far as I know neither of you goes out very often or very far from your 'comfort zones'." She smirked at the two men challengingly. She might be drunk but she was still very in control of herself. "And Mr. Reed I don't act tough because of my father I act tough because I am." She told him Her eyes hardening. "I can take care of myself just fine no mater where I go or who I'm with." She told him before taking a sip of her own drink again. She then looked back at Mr. Sykes. "I'm a little sad you blow our cover I wanted to see how long it would take this bimbo (slang for tough guy) to figure out who we were on his own." She said with a slight laugh.
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