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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 8, 2012 20:28:16 GMT -5
"And if I'd like some upgrades when i get the scratch for 'em? Preferably Milspec." Malcolm asked what he intended to be his last question, already formulating his plans for the rest of the evening.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 8, 2012 20:29:58 GMT -5
"If you do a good job, I might know a guy," the man replied.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Aug 8, 2012 20:34:48 GMT -5
"Sounds like a plan. I'll be seeing you then." Malcolm said, departing down the way he had come. On the way out he picked up the two promised bottles from the bar, happy to be free from the pounding music with enough whiskey to ensure he slept well. He headed for Moe's, intent on picking up gear and wheels before finding a place to store it all.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 19:20:21 GMT -5
//////////// With her change of clothes and assembled weapon in her bag, Natasha arrived at the Novarock, taking a look at who was on stage. |
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 19:30:18 GMT -5
There was a full five-piece band on stage. Lead Guitar, Bass, Drums, Keyboard and a singer, who was very obviously the same Punk she'd yelled at on the bus. They were screaming something at a decibel level so loud Natasha could not distinguish it from fighter jets doing flybys over the bar.
The bar, by the way, was absurdly crowded, as a younger crowd thrashed and danced on the main floor, and above, and older, wiser crowd, was watching with thinly veiled contempt and drinking in darkly shaded booths.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 19:35:22 GMT -5
"Well look who it is..." Natasha said to herself, staring at the band for a few moments before turning to the bar and striding over, hips-a-shakin'. She placed a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, before find a relatively spacious spot on the bar and leaning on it.
"Gimme a double vodka, no ice!" She shouted to the barman.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 19:37:09 GMT -5
The machine answered, "Double vodka, neat, coming up." and it proceeded to dispense the drink into a small recycled plastic glass.
"Thank you!" The program said helpfully.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 19:44:58 GMT -5
"That's alright, robo-barman," Natasha said quietly, taking her glass and shooting it back, before slamming it down on the counter. She got her script out and waved it about. "Gimme another!" She shouted.
Once she had the second she made her way to the main floor for a dance.
Some fun before the work begins...
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 19:47:59 GMT -5
The robobarman hurried to do as instructed.
This was not any kind of orderly club dancing, it was a pure slam dance, with perhaps more in common with the classic Mexican Wrestling-Soap Operas that showed on the late night channels, than anything that reminded you of swan lake. A large, shaved head man, wearing a sleeveless shirt and basketball shorts, and large stomping black army boots had carved himself a space on the floor by simply stomping around in the circle and throwing fists wildly. In another context, Natasha would have taken him for a schizophrenic homeless man.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 19:53:41 GMT -5
Natasha couldn't help but laugh, having only ever found herself in a pit like this once before, many years ago. She pushed her way through the crowd to get a closer look at the huge man at the centre of the dance floor.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 19:56:17 GMT -5
The man's shirt says simply, in bright white letters, "YOU WERE WARNED!!!!" He continues to dance by himself, in his whirling dervish manner as A Band You Never Heard Of launched into another round of loud decibel speed screaming.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 20:06:53 GMT -5
Natasha decided that it was probably a good idea to stay away from the huge man while in the pit. Instead she decided to slam dance for another number before trying to catch his attention with a wave.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 20:08:51 GMT -5
The man continued through the next three songs, before the band finally announced it was going to take a break.
Suddenly quiet, except for the rush of people going to the restrooms, the huge man saw her wave.
"OI?" He said as he approached.
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Post by Flex on Aug 9, 2012 20:10:55 GMT -5
"What's your name, stranger?" Natasha asked, giving him a smile.
Let's hope he can even speak properly...
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 9, 2012 20:13:29 GMT -5
"The Chuck," he said, "How YOU doing pretty lady?" He asked, closing her personal space to a sliver rapidly.
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Hope you all are well and happy.