Every night's a good night

[green_disguise]

Characters: OU: Surreal SaDiablo, OU! Alema Rar and possibly OU! Sawyer and OU! Shuldig
Where: Down at the strip club
When: before any guests arrive
Summary: The girls and guys are setting up, working out some kinks. And they're making sure everything is silky smooth.
Warnings: Sexiness, of course

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[packratsawyer]

No the club had not received a name yet, because even though Sawyer had been placed in charge of that aspect of it, his usual talent for titles had failed him. Well, that might not be the best way to look at it.It was more that giving it a name was too damn permanent and also implied that he actually liked some aspect of this prison. He'd been in jail before, and he wasn't stupid enough to think of Econtra as anything else. A name was too much like pretending to care.

James was currently leaning back against the wall by the door, smoking and staring out at the buildings. Couldn't really call it a town, now could you? Still, he fixed on a quick smirk as he caught sight of a familiar figure ambling closer. "Well hey there, Red."

[green_disguise]

She waited until she was closer before replying with a very sultry smile. The nick-name he'd called her by was probably from their approval of the dress she'd worn on their first outting. The ball had called for formal dress, and they'd both shown up dressed to impress.

Shifting her weight onto her left leg, she looked much shorter than Sawyer. "You look like shit, Sawyer," she joked through a wicked smile and lifted her sunglasses ontop of her head. "How've you been?"

[packratsawyer]

The name was, indeed, from the dress, plus it just fit her attitude somehow. Sawyer was perfectly capable of mixing things up if he felt like it, but that was rare. He just liked nicknames; had a lot to do with his own alias, plus real names just made things personal.

"Well thanks, sunshine. You sure know how to butter a man up." He shot back with a smirk. "Ain't too bad; get plenty of entertainment here. You looking for Bluebell she's already inside. Ain't seen Twitch yet." Yes, Alema and Schudig had their own nicknames, too.

[green_disguise]

It didn't take much to figure out Sawyer, he was a man with wants. Just like any other. Surreal kept it simple, that way things never got complicated. And like an aroma caressing her senses, Surreal caught a whiff of his cigarette. She hadn't had any for a long while, having given them up while running from Dorothea's hounds.

Then Surreal knew how to get what she wanted, in turn. Like a netting slowly wrapping itself around Sawyer, Surreal let her seduction tendrils find him and entice him. "You wouldn't happen to have an... extra somewhere would you?" she asked while simultaniously lifting two fingers up to hint for a cigarette, then letting her eyes wander down his body then up by the time she'd finished asking.