the call is from Cross- [closed]
Characters: baked_inapie breakhisknees and erostripperella
Location: Bare-It-All Strip Club.
Rating: R for strippers. And Cross.
Time: November 24th, evening
Description: Cross successfully tricks Link into entering a strip club, and has already arranged for a particular stripper's attentions. Hilarity ensues.
[While Link may have been more than eager to escape Allen's apartment - he can't remember the last time he willingly left his charge's side out of a sheer desire to get away from the boy, as if there even is a last time to consider - perhaps following a so-called lead provided by Cross Marian was a bad idea.
Trouble at a local establishment, he said. Needs the involvement of the Watch, he said. Really should hurry over, he said.
Somehow he has found himself standing in front of what is unequivocally a gentleman's club... if one can call it that. A gentleman like him wouldn't be caught dead in a place as filthy as this. He stares bleakly up at the sign, feeling dirty from the sheer proximity of the strip club to his person. Really, he should have expected no better from a notorious lech.]
...Explain to me again why my presence is required here, General.
[His tone caries a sharp edge. His mood was bad enough to begin with after a nasty screaming match with one Allen Walker; this is not helping improve matters any.]
Location: Bare-It-All Strip Club.
Rating: R for strippers. And Cross.
Time: November 24th, evening
Description: Cross successfully tricks Link into entering a strip club, and has already arranged for a particular stripper's attentions. Hilarity ensues.
[While Link may have been more than eager to escape Allen's apartment - he can't remember the last time he willingly left his charge's side out of a sheer desire to get away from the boy, as if there even is a last time to consider - perhaps following a so-called lead provided by Cross Marian was a bad idea.
Trouble at a local establishment, he said. Needs the involvement of the Watch, he said. Really should hurry over, he said.
Somehow he has found himself standing in front of what is unequivocally a gentleman's club... if one can call it that. A gentleman like him wouldn't be caught dead in a place as filthy as this. He stares bleakly up at the sign, feeling dirty from the sheer proximity of the strip club to his person. Really, he should have expected no better from a notorious lech.]
...Explain to me again why my presence is required here, General.
[His tone caries a sharp edge. His mood was bad enough to begin with after a nasty screaming match with one Allen Walker; this is not helping improve matters any.]