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| Scene Title | Breasts Will Soothe The Savage Beast |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | A panicked Seamus barges into a strip club, yelling for Mr. Linderman. Instead of a suit-clad elderly man, he talks to a bustier-clad smoking hot babe. This night could have turned out a lot worse, to be perfectly honest. |
| Date | October 24, 2010 |
A flashy little strip club, its name advertised in bright neon pink above the door in swooping cursive, with the figure of a woman outlined in the same seeming to kick a leg with each flash of the light. Two bouncers stand by the door, which is a reflective chrome and stays closed unless opened by the security duo, with a red carpeting extending out onto the pavement. They will check you for I.D. before permitting you entrance. You'll be greeted by a woman in full burlesque regalia, with exaggerated makeup, a corset that barely keeps everything in, fishnets and feathers. Provided you can pay the cover charge, she will show you to a table, offer to get your first drink of the evening, and leave you alone to enjoy what Burlesque has to offer.
The main room's focal point is the generous stage, a circular platform with Broadway lights around the edges, and a catwalk that extends further out into the scattered round tables where patrons can sit and drink. The lights that shine down on it are never particularly clear, often shards of pink, green, blue, which hide as much as they reveal. There is almost always a dancer on the stage, even as even more girls move around the room to give more intimate shows on tabletops. There's a long bar that crawls along one side of the room, with a couple of bartenders behind it, a counter of black glass with rows and rows of liquor on display on glass shelves. Leather booths are tucked away towards the back, offering some privacy for whatever purpose.
Despite the proposed theme of the club, impressions of burlesque only factor in with the permanent staff and particular shows of featured dancers. Otherwise, the tunes are standard for any kind of strip club, and the girls will wear what they like. There are private lounges for more expensive, personal shows, and a darkly lit, obscured staircase leading up to both dressing rooms and the manager's office.
Bomp bomp bomp, the music goes, bomp bomp bomp the dancers hips go as she shakes them side to side them shimmies, all for the men - and even a few women - who ring the stages and tables in the place. Even times of desperation and darkness, sometimes a person needs to fulfill those baser urges. When you can afford it and less and less people can afford it these days it seems.
Ina's out, about, lingering on the floor for lack of paperwork, trying to figure out how to break it to Logan that she's been called back to the Corinthian. Unlike the other females in the club, she's fully clothes, a red suit, bustier pressing her assets up as is almost required when you work in here and nursing a tonic.
A commotion near the front door of the club starts to carry over the pounding music. A male voice slowly rises, with that telltale bite of anger in it. "I don't fuckin /care/ if he isn't here!" yells a tall, burly man to the bouncers near the front, and he slams a hand against the wall. "I need to talk to Linderman! NOW!" Hard to hear over the music, but the more astute may note there's a slightly manic edge to his cries as he tries to stare down the bouncers. This Irish bruiser will be hard to drag out, that's for sure.
He might possibly get thrown out, that's for sure, except that Ina peels herself away from the bar where she was perched for the few minutes, heading for the door to try and head off whatever this incident might flourish into if the person didn't get heard out. "Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you yelling here?" No motion made to back the bouncers off the guy, one making a grab for Seamus's hand so he can twist it behind the irishman's back in the hopes that it might shut him up.
Distracted, Seamus doesn't dodge the wrist grab, though he doesn't make it easy for the bouncer to get his arm behind his back. It doesn't shut Seamus up, though, as he simply pulls forward as Ina comes up. The bile in his voice disappears, in the presence of a woman, but the manic anger is still there. "Because my sister is fuckin' missing an' Linderman has gotta find out where she is! She's fuckin' gone and he can find out where she is!"
"Keep your voice down, this is a god damned business and it's hard enough in the city to get a customer in here, I don't need you flapping your lips and scaring them away" Ina gestures to the bouncer, indicating that they need to head outside, back through the doors they came in.
Once they are outside, and away from the door, the bouncer lets go of Seamus, stepping back and sticking to Ina who's leaning to one side and her arms crossed below her chest.
"Who are you to Linderman that you come to here and not someone else. Who are you and who's your sister. Start with the facts" This is not her job. Well, floor managing a strip club isn't either but… welcome to the linderman Group.
Seamus snaps his teeth shut with a clack, flashing his teeth in a mirthless grin at one of the other bouncers as they start to go outside. He doesn't struggle, until they're out the door, and he tries to yank his arm out of the hold, rubbing at his shoulder grimly. Thankfully, as Seamus fills Ina in on the facts, his edges voice quiets.
"'Bout a year ago, Linderman pulled my sister and I out of a scrape, down in Africa. I dunno why, but he flew us here, gave us new identities, and even got us a shop to do business in. I dunno why, he did it, but he must have some reason, right? And if he does, he's gonna want to find us again." Now that he's saying those words outloud, Seamus doesn't have much confidence in them, and his emotion wavers closer to fear now. Please, please, please let it be true.
"And now your sister is… missing?" She's trying to make sense of this. She's not by any means right up there on the ladder that is the not so legal side of the linderman business. She knows of it, has on occasion even… shall we say, had to shove people to that side who just did really bad and owed the Linderman group a fair chunk of money.
"This is not my job, did they not give you someone to contact if stuff went down shit creek and you were left without a paddle? Why the hell did you come to a strip club, and not the cor-" Wait, no, probably wise he didn't go to the corinthian. "We do have a building in the city, with officers and employee's, you could have left a message that was instead of coming down here. I can't do anything other than… oh, I dunno send a message to … someone" Kain? Caliban? Would logan know who to toss this guy to?
"They gave Lexi a number, I've never even talked to anybody from your…" Seamus waves his hands in the air, flailing vaguely in Ina's direction. As they go on, the anger in his expression is melting away, and his expressive face is taking on a cast of intense worry. "Group, or whatever. This wasn't the first place I went, y'know. I've been going wherever I know you guys hang out, trying to get someone to just listen to me. And I'll keep going around 'til someone starts looking for her!" He swallows and straightens up at her offer, running his hands roughly through his shaggy auburn hair. "Right. So where is it? Who should I talk to? How do I get someone off their ass around here?"
"You're going to go back to wherever Mister Linderman put you and your sister, you're going to leave your information with me, and I will see who will contact you and deal with you. You can stop running around like a chicken with your head cut off and interrupting other Linderman businesses. It's a surefire way to not get any help. Do you understand me?"
Seamus's fingers tighten in his hair at Ina's demand, and his jaw tightens hard enough to make his teeth creak. From the pained look he gives Ina, it's like she just asked him to cut off his own leg. "…Just…just keep me in the loop, okay? I can't fuckin' feel like I'm sittin' on my ass, while she's out there an' missing. An'…and all Evolved and stuff."
"Well you sure as hell can't keep walking into Linderman owned businesses and screaming at the top of your lungs about your missing sister. I'd think if he plucked you up and gave you a new identity and a job, that you'd have a modicum of discretion in your head." SOmeones coming out, bringing a clipboard and she takes it from them, grabbing a pen clipped to inside her jacket and passing it over. "I'll see what I can do, but go back to your job and keep doing your job"
That gets a look of guilt to spread over Seamus' face, and the over-sized Irishman shrinks a little into himself like a scolded puppy. "Yeah, well…kay fine." The idea of just going home doesn't sit well with Seamus, but he's running out of options. "An' like I said, keep me updated, arright? I'm not totally helpless." Gotta defend that pride, boy. When the clipboard comes out, he cranes his neck, trying to see what's written there.
Blank sheet of paper, but she's writing her own numbers, name - Ina Anderson - tearing it off and passing it over before the clipboard is too so that he can list down pertient information for her.
Seamus takes the clipboard in his heavy hands, jotting do—
Stopping, Seamus glances up at Ina with a worried look. "How private is all this info gonna be? If it's gonna be passed around to everyone, there's some stuff I want to keep private."
"It's going to go to who it needs to go to. I'm not going to run from business to business and scream and yell it like you have" Ina points out.
Wince. Ouch. Head ducking, Seamus sticks his tongue out as he scrawls out as much info as he can think of. His name. Lexi's name. Another name. Another. Another. Another. Another. Another. Arrows pointing from all those extra names to either Seamus or Lexi. The address of their shop. Her phone number. His phone number. "I'll ask around her usual hangouts. See if anyone's seen her," he mutters as he finishes marking down a little extra information, before turning the clipboard back to Ina. "And, uh…" A hand goes to his jacket pocket, patting something there. "…nevermind."
Holy crap how many names? There's a roll of her eyes and the sheet is ripped apart after Seamus and Lexington are re-recorded down and the appropriate numbers. The other paper handed back. "I meant the names you currently go by Seamus. Please tell me that you haven't gonna screaming for her by her other names have you?"
Seamus smirks mildly as Ina hands the paper back, and he shakes his head. "I may be acting like a stupid idjit right now, but I'm not /that/ stupid." He quickly writes down two names: Seamus Brian Lane and Lexington Lane. This is scrawled out a lot quicker, and he turns it right back to Ina. "Hey, just tryin' t' be helpful."
"Most people who end up with family missing Seamus, don't think right. It's why the cops look for missing people and not the family" But now that that is dealt with, she's folding it up, tucking it away and putting a hand on his shoulder, shooing away the bouncer and works to steer Seamus back towards Burlesque. "Lets go in, get some scotch in you, call you a taxi and send you back. Sound like a good deal?"
Seamus blinks at the hand put on his shoulder, and he looks hesitant, glancing back towards the street. There are other places he could look, more people he can talk to. But then there's the siren call of the drink, and his frazzled mind is already begging for time to relax.
"Make it a whiskey, and y've got yerself a deal. Start me up a tab." A smile tugs at his lips, the irrepressible Irishman's good humor just now starting to return.
"I'll buy you the first. After that, if you wanna go, you can go, but I think you need to set, clear your head and then decide what to do" Towards the doors they go. "And no more yelling, walk into businesses like a calm gentleman. Just hink, would my sister condone me behaving like this? and if she wouldn't, then you behave like she'd expect you to behave. A calm head on your shoulders is going to get your further in finding her"
Seamus ducks his head as they disappear inside, the tension in his body melting a little…and this close to Ina, that impressively arranged cleavage of hers finally catches his attention. "You clearly have never met my sister, lass," he says with a deep chuckle.
"I clearly have never had a sibling," she points back.
"Clearly," Seamus says, letting out a low breath, "Would y' believe that it sometimes keeps y' from sleeping?" he says, looking up and around. And blinks. Oh hey, that's right. There are naked girls in strip clubs. Wow, this night has suddenly gotten a lot more interesting.
"Family tends to do that period." Back into the strip club they go, Ina getting him settled at the counter, an order of whiskey for him before she goes to fetch her own tonic. "Stay long as you need. I have to go and get some things done. Make some calls for you."
As the whiskey is orderd up, Seamus twists in his seat, peering back over the "view" he gets from the bar. Okay, this is a /nice/ place. Why doesn't he come here more often? "True. Family is just one huge pain in the neck, isn't it?" And yet he says it so fondly. When his drink arrives, he takes it up and toasts Ina with a smile, though reaches out to snag her wrist before she can take off. "Thank you for this. And sorry for bein' such an oblivious jackass earlier. Give my best to Mr. Linderman, yeah?"
"I don't get to see him, but I'll see about making sure it gets passed up the line"Obviously, he's in here drinking, and his jackass status has been revoked and he's now got panicking sibling status. "Enjoy yourself, much as you can Seamus, I'll be in touch."