Tony's Angel


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Scene Title Tony's Angel
Synopsis Tony requests information from Melissa.
Date April 9, 2010

Old Lucy's and a Seedy Hotel

Old Lucy's has a vibrant and lively feel to it, from the dark wooden floors to the black and cream risque wallpapered walls lit up by neon lights and many times, the flashing of cameras from the oft-crowded floor. The mirror behind the bar reflects prices of various drinks, bottles lined up, as well as the entire saloon as seen from the bartenders; bolted-down stools line the other side, and there are loose tables and chairs placed all around, though many times they find themselves pushed back for more space within the center of the saloon. A few speakers are placed at strategic places and around a raised stage to the far corner from the bar.

Above the counter, an obviously well-used bar is hung; it is this that the girls working will use should there be dancing, which is one reason many patrons choose to come aside from the drinks. Across the bar and near the back, there is a door that leads to the back room and owner's office and a stairwell that leads teh residence above the floor above the bar.

Tony ambles slowly into the bar. He's got his hands, in gloves shoved in the pockets of his coat, and a wool hat on. He looks…. well… certainly he's not looking the most gruntled man in the whole world. You might go so far as to say he's disgruntled. Or at least, moody. He can be heard to be muttering as he enters, "Goddam snow. Goddam wind. Gorram weather."

Melissa is coming down the stairs from the apartment above, looking…a little relaxed. At least she's smiling, right? Which is a good thing. Girl has been seriously stressed! She's bundled up like she's heading outside rather than intending to hang around in Old Lucy's. At least until she spots a familiar face. "Tony? Huh. Hey," she offers to him.

Tony perks up a bit, "Hey there, Angel." Okay, it's a tired joke, but he's got to make it. "How's it going? You're looking pretty pleased with yourself. Buy you a drink, get you drunk, take advantage of you?" It's all a touch mechanical. As though his heart wasn't really in it. How flattering. Sexual harassment from someone who can't really be bothered.

Melissa's brow arches. "Angel? Totally not an angel. And I'm not getting drunk, and you're not taking advantage of me. Didn't I tell you I was off sex for a while?" Not that she sounds pleased about that fact, but there you go.

"Well, figured you might be _my_ angel." He shrugs, "Okay. No drinks. Can we talk, though? About… well… stuff? Maybe not here?"

"Your angel? How do you figure that?" Melissa asks dryly, head tilting. "And yeah, I guess we can talk. I don't have anything new to add though. Been kinda busy."

Tony grunts, "Well, I figured I could pick your brain." There's the unintentional echoing of the phrase, "And you know. Dark Angel. Or something, right?" He gestures downwards, "Sure I saw a halo round your ankle, right?

Melissa winces and rubs at the partially covered healing cut on her forehead. "Let's not pick my brain, huh? I like it right where it is," she mumbles with a shake of her head. "And I'm not anyone's angel. Too much sin for that."

There is a throaty chuckle from the man. "I remember. Yeah. Def-in-ate-ly remember." He shrugs a bit, "Right. Your place okay? I promise to keep my hands to myself, as long as you keep yours to yourself."

Melissa shakes her head. "My place isn't okay, no. Or didn't you notice all the officials on Roosevelt?" He might not have a problem getting on and off the island, but Melissa? She has trouble.

Tony whistles, "No. No, I've been off the island for a bit." He grunts, "Alright. Lets get a motel room. I'm sure that'll be believable, at least!"

Melissa stares at him for a moment. "You get frisky, and I'm gonna make you wish I'd just slapped you." But she motions towards the door. "Lead the way."

Tony nods, "Understood, Angel. I figure you just want to ravish me. But it's okay, I'll put up a fight."

Once they reach the hotel room, Melissa sits in a chair, rather than the bed. "You know, the lech is me act is really getting old, Tony. It's not charming anymore."

Tony looks around, letting you into the dingy 'by the hour/half-day/day' hotel room, and then gestures, "You want the bed, hon? I can take the chair?" He clicks his fingers, "Alright. Here's the thing…"

"I'm not getting anywhere near a bed with you in the room. Figure the chair is the safest place for me to be," Melissa says, shaking her head. "But yeah, tell me the thing."

Tony shrugs, "This is the thing. Let me say, first off, no offence. You are _really_ good in bed. An excellent lay. And I'd love to do it again. But you're not so good that you'd need to worry I might…" He gestures in the air with his hands, "…. loose control. Even if you weren't, you know… scary?". He takes a deep breath, "So… don't flatter yourself. This is business. But can you think of a _better_ excuse for me to take you someplace private to talk to? Somewhere hard to trace?" He waves, to forstall any response, " Anyway. We need to do some breaking and entering. I can do this on my own, if I have to. But I'm not the best person to do this solo. And I know enough for it to be a problem if I'm captured, right?"

"Okay, first off? I'm the best you'll ever have, but glad I don't have to worry about you trying to be pushy. I can and would lay you out." Melissa pauses, looking a little confused about the scary part. But then she continues. "And you talking about the vaccine info again? Or…?"

Tony bursts out laughing, "Best? Oh, sweetheart. That's touching. But you ain't that just yet. Sorry. Must try harder. Very good, but not the best I've ever had. Not on your last performance, anyway. And yes…. the vaccine… the antivirals… and just maybe, is this a weaponised virus?"

Melissa rolls her eyes. "Gotta have a reason to give it my all," she says dryly. "And you've mentioned all this before about the virus, remember? You wanted a telepath, blah, blah, blah. Still the only telepath I know has the flu. Which is why I said I didn't have anything new for you."

"Anyone _else_. I mean… time is getting on. The Telepath would be handy, but… well… a Cyberpath would do…. or hell… anyone else who might help us get in, help us search, or help us get out. You know? It's not the only option, but we've gotta do this. And waiting is too risky, I reckon."

"I don't know a cyberpath or another telepath. I mean, you could always try and get Wireless or someone, but I don't know," Melissa says, shrugging.

Tony frowns, "Wireless? Come on…. give me ideas, woman. Or tell me who I _should_ talk to." A beat. "And you're gonna come, right?" He gives you a cheerful grin, "I can't think of a girl I'd rather have come with me."

"I really don't know, Tony. I don't know how many times or ways I can tell you that. Not only do I not know the abilities of most of the people in New York, but I don't know which of those would even consider a little B and E," Melissa says with a sigh.

"Know anyone I can talk to? Any ideas at all? Come on… you run a safe house…."

"No, I did run a safehouse before it got found out. Now I don't know if it will be reopening," Melissa says, suddenly sounding a bit bitter. "And for the most part, I just had sick people there, Tony. People who are //still/ sick, for that matter."

Tony lets out a long sigh. "Alright." He bangs his hand irritably against the wall, and then, whilst thinking starts bouncing up and down on the bed, making the tired springs squeak. "Not sure why I'm bothering makiung the noises the hard way, but hey." Then he clicks his fingers, "Who knows more Evolved? Where IS Kaylee, anyways?"

Melissa shrugs. "Probably at the last place I saw her, and I don't see you getting entrance into there unless you intend to mimic the president. Which, incidentally, I wouldn't suggest doing."

Tony gives a lazy grin, "I tend to go for Secret Service in that sort of case. Got her number?"

Melissa shakes her head. "Nope. And if I'm lucky, I'll never need it."

"Can you get it for me?"

Melissa grimaces. "Probably not," she admits.


Melissa shakes her head. "Now that I won't give you. Because it's not her house she's at right now."

Tony grunts, "Oh, for crying out loud, woman." He pulls an envelope from his pocket, "Make sure she gets it. It's got my cell number on." A beat. "Okay, it's got _a_ cell number on. I'll switch it on tonight. And I'll throw it away in three days time. So… Yeah. Soon?"

Melissa looks at the envelope, then to Tony. "I'm not gonna see her. I haven't seen her in weeks. I don't even know if she's where I saw her last. And I'm not sure why you're not going to someone who knows the people in the city better than me. Why not go to Abby or Eileen or someone?"

Tony makes a little face, "Don't know how to find Eileen. And Abby don't trust me. Come _on_ now… don'tmake me beg. Just drop it off, and forget the whole thing, if you must."

Melissa snorts softly. "You really don't knwo what you're asking, Tony. I doubt I can get it to her. The people in that house don't exactly trust me." And she owes one a huge freakin' favor…

You say, "Don't worry. The card inside is just to an 'old girlfriend'. Nothing that might get you in trouble. I just wanna get in touch with my ol' darlin' Kaylee. We drifted apart, but I heard she was ill, and I couldn't stand not to get back in touch. You know?"

Melissa's lips curve slowly. "As far as I know, this card was from Kaylee's ex. I know nothing more than that. Got it?" she asks, taking the envelope.

You say, "Understood. If she wants to get in touch, she can. Otherwise…." He shrugs, "No harm, no foul, eh?" He blows you a kiss. "Now…. any other suggestions?"

"Don't you think that if I had any other suggestions I would've given 'em to you by now?" Melissa asks, brow arching.

"Frankly? Ain't sure. Ain't sure at all, Mel. I don't know if you're tryin' to keep me to yourself, or whether you're worried about what happen to me…. if it does go ahead."

Melissa's head falls back as she sighs. "Tony, if I wanted you all to myself I'd find a house, keep you locked away in it, and tattoo 'Property of Mel' on your ass. Has any of that happened so far?"

Tony's brow lifts, "Ah. Conflicted woman. Gotcha. It happens, sometimes. You want me, and you don't wanna admit it." He gives that faint, teasing smile, "Still no suggestions?"

"No, actually, I'm chasing after someone else. Sorry," Melissa says, shrugging. "And no, no suggestions. I'll let you know if I come up with something."

Tony sighs, and then nods, "Fair nuff. Fair nuff, Mel." He flashes a faint smile, "Good luck, and all that. But I think I'm gonna need it more."

Melissa smiles, faint and sad. "Tony, we're all gonna need it."

Tony leans forward, and reaches over to gently squeeze your hand, "Yeah." Then it's released. There's a sad look on his face too, "I think we are. But I gotta try this. Can't think of anything else."

Melissa nods. "I know, and I can't blame you for that. It's a good thing you're trying to do."

Tony pauses, and starts to rise, then sinks back into the bed. "Actually, better leave it an hour or so before we leave. Otherwise I'll never be able to show my face in this hotel again.

"Yes, because you can't just pick another face. Sorry Tony, I'm not sticking around for an hour so your ego can survive," Mel says, rising to her feet.

Tony laughs, "Oh, wonderful, Mel. Wonderful." He snorts, and springs back to his feel. "Don't suppose you want to make orgasmic yells, at least?"

Melissa says, in the driest voice imaginable, "Oh baby yes. Harder. Oh yeah."

Tony laughs, and reaches for the door, "You finished yet?" He sounds amused, at least.
"Oh yeah, it was the best I've ever had," Melissa says in the same tone as she heads for the door, stowing the envelope in her pocket.

Tony opens the door for the woman, "You'd better believe it." He rolls his eyes upwards slightly, "I'm going to have to find you a better acting coach if you're gonna make a living doing this, Angel."

Melissa just smirks at that, and steps out the door, heading off to…who knows where.

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