Who: justalilcontact and dontdotricks
Where: Hors de Prix Strip Club
Time of Day: Just after sunrise
Open or Closed: Closed ( Read more... )

It wasn’t the busiest night she’d ever seen since working at the club, but that didn’t mean Faith wasn’t ready for her shift to be over. She wore her usual leather pants and halter top that left little to the imagination, a pair of low heeled boots managing to complete the look. It didn’t scream bouncer which let her mingle with the crowd a little ( Read more... )

It was yet another busy night at Hors de Prix, and things for Remy were starting to get back to normal after the blow up and susequent split with Rogue. They had found their way back to each other, but it was evident they were on a different foundation completely now. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, because to Remy, trust was relative, but it ( Read more... )

It took Remy almost a week after reconciling with Rogue to actually feel up to facing work again. The whole thing had sucked far more out of him than he cared to admit. Granted, he still spent a lot of his time since returning holed up in his office. He was gradually getting over it, though. He just needed a bit more time, like he had told Rogue. ( Read more... )

Her night was dragging, at least that was how it felt. In all actuality she was the one dragging, moving around the club like a damn zombie. The off feeling she’d had, had only intensified with the headache from hell she couldn’t seem to shake-- it hadn’t been until the nausea set in that she really got nervous, going out and buying a pregnancy ( Read more... )

Dean glanced around the club as he leaned on the bar, both hands planted on the smooth surface. A rag stuck out of the back pocket of his jeans, and his sleeves were pushed up his arms. It had been a long night, and that was saying something. Strip club, or not, even Dean could have too much of a good thing ( Read more... )

Rogue felt like she did after a fight with Remy. The trouble was there had been no fight. There hadn't even been any words exchanged. There had been Remy lying in their bed as far away from her as possible, and Remy not coming to work, or only staying in his office. Remy not even looking at her, or speaking to her ( Read more... )

[ooc: For anyone but Rogue, feel free to tag him has he's leaving his office or entering the main part of the strip club, of course!]

Remy was sweaty and breathless as he braced Rogue against the wall and pulled out of her with a satiated smirk. He wet his lips and then drew her back into another heated but chaste kiss. "On va chez toi ou chez ( Read more... )

Nothing like a good hard shot of denial to start the day. Remy went to work like always around lunch time and to the general visible eye, everything as was it always was. He was good at only eluding to what he wanted. It was Rogue's day off, too, so he was safe. There was only a few staff around preparing for the busy Friday night business and Remy ( Read more... )

He was starting to find his feet. After the initial shock of being told that he was now supposed to exist on a tropical island - which is no mean feat for someone who doesn’t appreciate the sun - Spike had settled in to a basic lifestyle. There were still hiccups (he was going to have to make time to speak to the fuzz) but all in all, he found that ( Read more... )