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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Apr 14, 2008 19:27:51 GMT -5
((Alas, poor Louis...))
"With pleasure."
*Turning on her heels, she went back to her room to get her bags*
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 19:29:19 GMT -5
((Now is a perfect time to bring him in))
The Emcee stormed out in to the club, trying to keep a happy face, but found it hard.
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Apr 14, 2008 19:36:59 GMT -5
Louis wandered in to the club, half drunk, half sober and all suicidal.
He had heard terrible things about this Kit Kat Klub, about it's patrons, he hoped, upon hope, that he would find his undoer here. He stumbled in to a chair and ordered a round. The waitress smiled a toothy grin, but he wouldn't have known what he had saw, even if he was completely sober.
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 19:39:19 GMT -5
The Emcee looked up suddenly as the door's to the club had swung open, and a man, more beautiful than anything he had seen in a long time stumbled in.
And something clicked.
A smile he hadn't worn in a long time came across his face, as he picked up a glass from someones table and drank it down. He proceeded to do this until he came upon the mans table and sat down in front of him, placing his dirty shoes on the table.
"Good Efnink."
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Apr 14, 2008 19:43:39 GMT -5
Louis looked up with a glassy stare at the sight before him "What in god's name are you?"
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 19:45:18 GMT -5
"Mmm" The Emcee threw his feet down and sat his elbows on the table, cradling his head between them "I am The Emcee, propieter of zis cloob" he winked "and youf are gorgeous."
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Apr 14, 2008 19:48:28 GMT -5
Louis gave a haughty laugh "I didn't ask who you were, this I couldn't care a less, I asked what you were."
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 20:00:43 GMT -5
A moving light above them flashed by The Emcee's face, the shadows bounced off of his brow, causing his eyes to go black, like a skeletons.
But this was only for a moment "I am a perrrformer sir, zat ees vhat I am."
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Apr 14, 2008 20:01:08 GMT -5
((*Popcorn*))
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Apr 14, 2008 20:01:37 GMT -5
"A performer huh? What do you do? Freak Shows?" Louis laughed at his own joke as the waitress returned with his drink, and a bottle.
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 20:03:04 GMT -5
"Youf are quite the funny vone" he laughed "no, no, I am ze masterr of ceremonies hair at ze cloob."
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Apr 14, 2008 20:04:55 GMT -5
Louis made an 'O' with his mouth and nodded "Aha, so everyone here looks like you?" He swallowed his drink and was about to pour another one before he simply pushed the glass off the table and drank from the bottle.
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 20:09:37 GMT -5
The Emcee smiled "Oops you'f dropped your glass, let me gets you nozer vone" winking he stood up and went to the bar and grabbed a glass, he returned to the dressing rooms, careful not to run in to Mira and pushed his way in to Pheonix's room. Luckily she wasn't there.
He opened the drawer, box, whatver and pulled out the bag of cocaine. He took a small bit and placed a layer in the bottom of the glass then returned.
In this short amount of time the man had drank almost a fourth of the bottle. "Vow, youf can sure drink a lot, herr let me pour glass for youf." He pulled the bottle from the mans hand and poured it in the glass. "There youf go."
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Post by Louis de Pointe du Lac on Apr 14, 2008 20:11:44 GMT -5
Louis waved his hand at The Emcee "Whatever" and drank the glass down, if it tasted different, once again he wouldn't have known, his taste buds seemed to have died.
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Post by The Emcee on Apr 14, 2008 20:14:46 GMT -5
He sat down again and waited, it wouldn't be long.
Thees ees her fault, eef she vasn't so selfish, I vouldn't be doink zees thinks all the while his sueauthor was thinking "Yea whatever Emcee, whatever makes you feel better"
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