Kenneth asks, "Could ye give us directions, Bunny? I'd like tae stop by my flat tae pick up something on the way."
"Yeah, I'll give you directions. Who's driving? ♥" she asks moving towards the door.
"Well, uh... we have a tiny car and a motorcycle," Sal replies through a mouthful of sandwich, "Kenneth has the bike and Tangris stole the car somewhere."
Danny smirks satisfactorily at all of the interplays. Particularly the ones between Bunny and anyone else.
As an artist and a performer, he appreciates the scenes immensely.
As a red-blooded male, he feels an unadulterated surge of jealousy any time Bunny gives attention to anyone but him.
As an intelligent person, he has NO intention of giving Andrew ANY reason to dislike him. Ever.
But he has to admit,... It is tempting. So very, very tempting,...
'Really?!? Come on, like the twins can't possibly get you into enough trouble! I'm gonna go fishing for more?' He chides himself silently.
Danny blinks and clears his throat as he stands up from where he has been leaning on the wall.
"Ooo, I could stand a sip of that!" He grins merrily as he helps himself to a cup of coffee after the girls.
"Thanks Andrew, Bunny, you guys are great. We appreciate all the help. But we can't ask you to get,... involved,..." Danny trails off as he realizes that Andrew is not getting a word in edgewise. So he sips his coffee and raises an eyebrow in appreciation of Bunny's new cover up.
Not that it covers much,... but it does so very nicely,...
"Yeah, sorry, can't quite manage to save up for a motorbike. Gigs are good, but the money spends faster than I can earn it!" He grins.
"We are involved, Marvin's my friend and I'm going with you. ♥" Bunny pouts, moving towards the door. Showing surprising decisiveness, although she could potentially be talked out of it - it's obvious her enthusiasm and loyalty.
"You guys decide. I'll go check outside." Sandwich in hand, Sal ducks out the door and down the stairs to the outside of the building, looking around for any problems before the others emerge.
Kenneth says, "If you insist, Bunny. However, we really dinnae want any of this tae splash ontae you and Andrew."
Bunny looks down at herself; "Splash? I'm not wet? Am I? ♥" she exclaims, rubbing at her top.
Andrew winces, "It's alright, I'll make sure we'll be find. The pack-leader already has us in over our heads."
~~~
Bunny then bounces off down the stairs, going outside to the car. Spotting Sal, the dancer enthusiastically bounds over to her; "Hello, I'm joining you. You going on the bike? If so, I'll squeeze in the back of the car."
Sal glances from Bunny to the others and a grin slowly slides into place. "No no, Bunny, that's fine. You should go with Kenneth on the bike. I'll go with Danny and Tangris. I'm smaller than you; I'll fit in the back of that car better." Chuckling, she squeezes into the back seat.
Kenneth looks at Sal, surprised. Aye, I'll have Bunny pressing against my back, that willnae be a distraction...
He then chuckles as he sees Tangris' jealous expression, and hands his spare helmet to Bunny with a smile, "Dinnae forget, I need tae stop by my flat tae get something."
Tangris shrugs. "Oh well, easy come, easy to watch go. So, Sal my love, what are you doing tonight?" Tangris grins and leers at the former soldier.
"Very possibly killing things," Sal replies deadpan, then grins at the capric driver, "Hop in, Danny, or it's going to be you!"
"Did I ever tell you you're hot when you're all violent?"
With fluid ease Bunny straddles the motorbike, her skirt rising up to reveal her luxuriant thighs. Grasping Kenneth's waist she leans her soft and yielding body against his back, unconscious of the affect this has upon most males. The faintest smell of grass and flowers cling to her.
As the motorbike pulls away towards Kenneth's place and then the drug-dealers it purrs gently.
After a quick stop at Kenneth's place, the bike and car are soon outside a terraced building - flanked on both sides by indistinguishable contemporaries. "Here we are."
Kenneth shakes his head, "Nae, lass. My life is a mite wee bit complex than that. I am a Gallant-Bard of old, a Romantic hero, in the ancient sense, a Champion of my Lady and the people... defender ay honour, glory, and love. She seems quite lovely, but I dinnae think she's the sort that wants tae be protected."
Kenneth pulls over at his flat, finding himself equally pleased and disappointed to be on a mission and thus not able ask Bunny in for a nightcap. "Willnae be a moment," he whispers with a wink and runs off, heading behind his flat to the cellar containing his altar to Brigid and retrieving his claighbeag, clipping the sword to his belt as he jogs back to the bike.
He swings his leg over the bike, trying to minimize contact with his distracting passenger as he does so, chuckling at himself. Aye, Cait, 'tis the opposite of how I'd get on when ye were there....
He quickly starts the bike with a kick, and turns his head to say, "Now, I'm ready. Just in case things turn ugly, ye ken. So, where we headed?"
Bunny directs Kenneth and the following vehicle through the dark night-time streets, until the arrive at the common terraced street. The street-lights fill the area with an amber glow. "Just there." says Bunny pointing to the building and then straightening out her skirt. "Should I knock?"
Kenneth nods, "Aye. Let's try to keep things friendly-like. Besides, I'd rather be invited in, ye ken."
"Tangris, you think everything on two legs is hot. Check that... anything with fewer than five legs." Sal banters with the guys as they drive through the streets, atypically cheery.
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At their destination, Sal unpacks herself from the back seat once Tangris and Danny tumble out of the tiny car like the beginning of a bad clown act.
"Wait a sec. Do you think he might try to bolt? Any back exits we should secure before we try to make contact, Bunny?" Sal straighens her short skirt once she's out, covering her thigh sheath. "I don't want to spook this guy. I don't think Bunny would spook any guy, frankly. Maybe only a couple others should go with her while the other two stand away from the door a bit, maybe keep watch?" She shrugs. "Just a thought. I'm open for suggestions."
"There's a walled back yard, if you go around back you should see it." Bunny nods sagely, although the bounced of her hair ruins the effect. "So who wants to go up the back passage and check out the rear?" she wonders.
Around the back of the building is a walled courtyard, with a single wooden door. This is accessible from a single lane where there are many dust-bins and rubbish.
Sal rummages in a jacket pocket. "Good thing I always carry an ampule of smelling salts," she remarks absently, then checks Tangris' and Danny's state of consciousness once Bunny has her say, "I was going to volunteer to cover the rear, but that's too weird now."
Tangris snorts at the innuendo and nods appreciatively at the glimpse of Sal's thigh.
Kenneth shakes his head, I didnae ken that weregoats were always in heat...
He chuckles a bit and says, "Innuendo nae withstanding, I'd say Tamgris and Danny would be wisest... Danny can work his gift tae keep the both of ye well hidden while ye wait and jump him if needed... Besides, I image two bonnie lasses on me arm who be looking tae party makes me a rather decent sort of client, ye ken?"
Sal returns the smelling salts to her jacket and pulls out a tube of black lipstick. "No problem. I can play the party girl just fine, and he's already acquainted with Bunny." She bends to look in the car's side mirror as she applies the lipstick where it belongs and smears a light streak across her eyelids, then straighten and tugs her clothing into a more disheveled state. Sauntering over to the bard, she slips her hand around his arm and winks up at him. "Ready! How about you, Bunny? You two be careful back there with all the feral rubbish bins."
Bunny smiles unused to some of this covert activity; looking to Sals' state then her own simple attire. She shakes her head; "♥ Should I do anything?" she asks taking Kenneth's other arm with a smile.
Deep navy paint peeling upon the front door, to reveal pale dry wood, lies in front of the trio. A tarnished brass door-knocker a old sentinel above the number 24, screwed to the door.
Danny straightens his jacket after climbing out of the car like part a 3 stooges act. He rolls his eyes at the perfectly painful innuendos, (and he's slightly miffed that he didn't think of it first) he manages to mostly squash the completely irrational surge of jealously that comes whenever he's not the center of attention, and smiles gamely.
"Well, I won't pretend I'm not jealous. Just save some for the rest of us!" He says to Ken.
"Come on Tangris," He calls cheerfully, and makes his way around the side of the building humming 'we're off to see the wizard',...
Kenneth laughs at Danny's comment, "Ach, please, having two women on your arm is your natural state."
He then turns and smiles at Bunny, "Aye, I need ye tae sell the whole 'party girl' image... one who may be willing tae include our dear new friend in the party... The goal basically tae see if the two ay you can capture his attention so he isnae thinking 'bout anything but impressing ye and providing us with our info."
"♥ Party-girl, I can do." she responds in her bubbly lilt. Reaching up to fluff her voluminous hair causes the curve of the breasts to strain against her halter top, nearly spilling out. Then the she-wolf bounds towards the doors, pulling the pair with her.
A quick rap upon the heavy knocker, from inside there's the a muttering as someone move towards the door. The door opens 4 inches before it stops upon a chain, a well presented face looks out. Though there's a hint of stubble and shadowed eyes upon his visage. "What you want?" he says, eyes slightly widening at the ladies.
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Whilst around the back it's slightly less glamorous. The alley has the dark grime and a musty stench of uncollected garbage, however at least it's relatively clean. A old gate to the walled back-garden is ajar, revealing a clear but untidy area. Various old bricks, pieces of wood and other items lay there - to one side a man is sat, head down smoking a cigarette. However it looks like he could be asleep.
To the back of the house, in the upper floor there's a bedroom light on - in a window without curtains. The ground elevation shows a small dark kitchen (window) and curtained lounge area through French windows.
Kenneth smiles at the figure behind the door and dials his brogue up to 11, "Keek, buddy, this cuid be mah jammy nicht -- if ye kin hulp a chap oot. Ye see, Ah met up wi' thae braw ladies at a lame hoose ceilidh, 'n' ah talked thaim intae bailing sae we cuid hae mair fin.... Bit trauchle is, whin we git back tae mah flat, it turned oot that ah wis a' oot o' pairtie, if ye ken whit ah mean."
He makes a show of untangling himself from the ladies, slowly, and smiles as Bunny protests, Aye, perfect, then leans in toward the door, dropping his voice to a a conspirational whisper, allowing his cool to slip a little now that the girls couldn't hear, "Ah thought ah wis buggered, 'cause mah guy's oot o' toun -- headed back tae Auld Reekie fur th' weekend -- 'n' a'd promised thaim th' best time o' thair bides. Ah wis aboot tae panic 'n' th' girls wur getting duin tae lea whin -- thank God -- th' blonde yin said she knew someone wha micht be haudin'. Yin o' her mukkers, she said, some artist, wis a client, 'n' she knew whaur we cuid git some stuff. Sae, 'ere we ur."
Kenneth steps back, into the ladies' embrace, A fellow could get used tae this.., and turns his confidence back up, "Sae, buddy, kin ye hulp a guy oot? thae girls pure wantae pairtie, 'n' a'd pure hate tae disappoint thaim, ye ken?". He looks over at Bunny who manages somehow to combine a sexy giggle with a pout, and looks back at the dealer, "Please? Ah'm sure we kin mak' it worth yer while.."
He looks at the girls deliberately and then back at the dealer, "Who kens? Mibbie 'tis yer jammy nicht, tae?"
The man smiles appreciatively, both at the ladies and Kenneth's confident skill; "Yes, who doesn't like to party." he closes the door, tension rises and recedes as the chain slides back. The door opens the overly-groomed man in his mid-20's steps back, leading everyone into an open plan room. There is alot of furniture and a huge games & electronic system; there's a dull thump of bass of dance music.
The dealer nods to Bunny as she enters, recognising her;"And if you've got the readies, then I've got the party poppers." he winks.
"I dunno what you're sayin', Jamie, but you're sure cute," Sal hangs on Kenneth's arm, "You told him we want good stuff, right? I mean, I know the difference. Nothing cut with drain cleaner. GOOD stuff." She leans in front of Kenneth to grin at Bunny. "Right?"
Bunny leans forward too; "♥ Right, I'm sure he's got the good stuff." she mirrors with her sultry voice.
With a soft leer the man replies; "Hey, I don't do nothing that isn't good quality." he gets out a key from the pocket of his tight chino's, before moving over to a cherry-tree sideboard and opening a door. Making sure to not turn his back upon the group, though ostensibly looking at the ladies. He then grabs a biscuit tin and places it on the top before looking back significantly.
Danny shrugs with no pretense of modesty at Ken.
"It's not my fault, I don't even try!" he grins with a jaunty wave.
As they make their way around back, Danny points at the man with the cig, or napping.
"So, not too late to be out for me, but smoking alone?" Danny whispers to Tangris. His doubt is obvious.
He looks around, and his attention is drawn to the lit window above. "I guess we wait, make sure Ken and the girls are ok?" He sighs with long suffering.
Kenneth smiles when he walks across the threshold, feeling his power intact. I dinnae ken if the wordless invitation or just that he's doing business out of his home, but either way, it's good tae know I willnae have issues...
He shakes himself slightly and falls back into the role, giving Sal a squeeze as she leans in front of him, "Aye, th' best stuff he's git. Ah promised ye a pairtie, efter a'.. ."
He then stops with a puzzled look on his face, that gives way to a wicked, conspirational smile, "Hauld oop, th' blonde wis saying that her mukker, th' artist, wis getting something mae special... Something that opened his mynd 'n' filled him wi' inispiration.... Ah think we'd a' likelie pure gilravage broadening oor horizons 'n' bein' mae... Creative... Th' nicht, ye ken? Sae, dae ye git ony o' that lift?"
Hold up, the blonde was saying that her friend, the artist, was getting something more special. Something that opened his mind and filled him with inspiration. I think we'd all likely really enjoy broadening our horizons and being more.... creative... tonight, you know? So, do you have any of that left?
He smiles drifting along on the lilting Celtic brogue, enjoying the light bounce of Bunny as she looks far away in concentration trying to ascertain the words. Then the dealer slides back into the present, putting his hand heavy on the tin.
"Marv you mean? Nah, he just got some regular stuff - he didn't have the money or influence' he waggles his eyebrows 'to get the best stuff. I have some Special K just come in.... or...." he narrows his eyes slightly suspicious or a non-regular.
Danny leans against a less-dirty than the others wall, settling into a shadow. He looks again at the nocturnal/sleeper/smoker, the upstairs lit window, and back to Tangris.
"So, where did you meet Sal?" He asks casually.
Tangris yawns and grins. "She helped me out a while back. I was dating a girl who turned out to be connected to a vamp-run drug operation. She was murdered and Sal helped me hunt down the bastard who did it and send him back to dead where he belonged. You?"
Danny nods.
"Nothing, quite, so dramatic. She was the friend of a friend who called her to help us out. We were trying to convince a wannabe emperor from overseas that he should go somewhere else to set up is little kingdom. She helped us kick his bu## back to China or wherever he belongs. Also taught him not to mess with my friends." Danny explains casually, but not casually enough to hide his anger at the memory. He's obviously referring to someones he cares about, quite likely these 'twins' Tangris keeps hearing the others tease Danny about.
Danny sighs.
"Sometimes I miss the old days. When I was just a guy with a gift. I didn't know diddly-squat about fairies or vamps or anything outside of a good book or a bad movie. And now that I DO know,...?"
Danny shrugs. "Darn my sense of responsibility." He mock-grumbles with a smirk.
Bunny leans forward and slides around to Sals side; "We know all about being special." she smiles wolfishly at the dealer.
Sal sighs, real hunger plain in her eyes. "Oh, I haven't had anything really good since Soho," she groans, "Help a girl out."
"Soho, eh..." his eyes perk up at the pair of ladies, "Heard it's pretty wild down there." He pats the tin, hoping that it's his lucky night.
"I've got something that'll put you guys in the mood, or I have some new stuff." he taps out a rhythm upon the tin, reverberating in a sharp beat. "From the Netherlands, experimental! And you three like to experiment? I've given some to Lenny outside, he's quite happy with the results."
The soft pumping beat of the music slows; "But some ecstasy might be better?"
Sal looks him straight in the eye. "I love to try new things." The tip of her tongue slowly circles her blackened lips.
"I bet you do...." he breaths raggedly; "Yeah, my contacts in Hull can get me anything I want. It's good to be my friend."
Breaking eye contact from Sal, his overworked chest rising and falling as if at the end of a sprint. The dealer spins and moves to the kitchen, out of sight; "Beer time.... unless you want something hot?" he calls slightly hoarsely whilst he opens the fridge.
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The kitchen light goes on, a man goes to the fridge. The smoking man's head rolls around, his lips slide back in a rictus grin to reveal subtly pointed canines.
Tangris stares at the sleeping guy, looking away and then back at him several times. "Waitaminute. I know this guy!" He goes over and kicks the sleeping man. "Wake up, Lenny, the boss needs his stuff!"
Kenneth whispers under his breath, knowing Bunny will hear, "What's he smell like, lass?"
He reaches over and puts his arms around Bunny, "Looks lik' th' brunette likes him mair than me. Jalouse tis juist ye 'n' ah, lo'e....", pulling her into his lap to give her the chance to answer him while he says, "Fur nou at least."
He leans close, as if to kiss her neck while she informs him about the smells and what she's thinks we're dealing with.
He pulls his head back and calls out to the semi-distracted dealer, "Weil, th' arty-stuff sounded stoatin, bit if tis juist fur posers, then let's nae fash wi' that. X cuid be fin, bit tis juist sae retro-rave scene thae days, 'n' ah promised thae ladies th' pairtie o' thair bides. Sae, let's huv a go th' freish stuff ye'r talking aboot -- efter a', lik' th' lassie said, she loues tae experiment."
Inside
Bunny wriggles slightly getting comfortable before whispering back; "♥ Old hair gel, way too much aftershave and lynx, stale drugs and smoke. Probably drinks 4-5 cans of Stella a day, to wash down his bacon sandwiches. He does work-out regularly. Oh, he's like a totally normal human too." her words are a query as if being tested.
"We're not going to try the drugs are we? Drugs are bad, and the ones in the biscuit tin smell funny - not even horrid like heroin, with a metallic twang." she adds looking about the room.
Outside
As Tangris kicks him, the cigarette starts to fall out of his lips before being recovered by his agile lips. This potential loss of his smoke seems to wake him more than the kick.
The man opens his eyes wide revealing the dark chasms in place of his eyes - before you realise there's a mist that swirls around his eyes, whilst propping himself up on his elbows. "I'm awake, I already gave him the stuff the geeks gave us." he says with a bit of a lisp as he's unused to the fangs. "What's going on, you look all weird. And feels like I been punched in the mouth."
"Awww, Jamie, don't be jealous. You'll get your turn, I promise," Sal says, snuggling up to the poor bard, arms around both him and Bunny as she nuzzles his ear. She takes the opportunity to whisper to both "I don't see anyone else here. Maybe we should just jump him and 'question' him. I have a knife."