Sports Night at The Catscratch!

[imastud_dude]

So, maybe he should’ve known ahead of time, but trying to convince Kurt to come to the club? Was a big mistake. And kind of weird, when he thought about it. When he’d made the offer, it hadn’t occurred to him that he was opening that night, and that his job was to get naked in front of people, on a stage. And it was the look on Kurt’s face that got

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[tricksthetreat]

Trixa was looking for a little fun and she was dressed the part, watching the Saturday night crowd circulate as she sipped on her drink. There were things she was worried about, Freddie's little visit this afternoon had seen to that, but there was something she was excited about, too. A possible business to start and she figured this was the place to start getting a feel for how that might work.

After all, back home stripping and gambling went hand in hand as often as not.

[capable_of]

Lex took a deep breath. He could do this. He'd spent all day yesterday getting a hang of this new super strength of his and he thought he had a pretty good hold on it. This couldn't be as hard as Clark made it out to be back home.

Oh what he wouldn't do to have his healing back. Suddenly, giving up his hair for it didn't seem like such a hardship.

And he wasn't going to let some silly strength stop him from doing his job. Dressed as a polo rider, Lex gritted his teeth as he mixed the drink someone had ordered. He'd already broken two bottles, thankfully one of them had been almost empty anyway, and he was determined not to break anymore

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron was circulating downstairs, talking to folks here and there, and if she'd been keeping an extra close eye on Lex since yesterday, well, it was only what a good unofficial bodyguard would do, in that kind of situation. She was supposed to keep him from all harm, including the self-inflicted kind.

She'd heard about the bottles, and held off saying anything for the time being. She knew Lex's newfound strength was something he was still getting used to, and would probably ironically master just in time to have the temporarily ability vanish just as quickly as it had come. But she'd been heading in the direction of the bar to say hello to him when he broke the third, which he might have gotten off with a half-joking warning for, but then he had to go and put his gorram fist into her bar. The bar that had been made for her by John Amsterdam, years ago when the place had been first coming together.

Lex was just lucky it hadn't been her bar upstairs.

"Ta shi suoyou diyu de biaozi de ma!" she swore, annoyed, hands on her hips as

[capable_of]

Lex glared at the rapid Chinese...but then he actually flushed in embarrassment when he saw an annoyed Helen standing in front of him. She was about the only one who could get that reaction from him.

"I don't think sorry is going to cut it, is it?" He carefully extracted his fist and glanced mournfully at the hole, then back up at her. "Though, I think the whore comment is a little uncalled for."

[poison_lipstick]

She just arched an eyebrow, leveling him with an unimpressed look. "It's an expression, Lex," Saffron said flatly. "It's not meant to be taken literally and you know it."

Stepping forward, she surveyed the damage, passing a hand over one of the cracks without actually touching the surface. "Well, I know a certain Beagle who won't thank you for the repairs he's going to have to do here," she remarked. She didn't actually know if this was something Xander could fix, on account of she didn't know much about woodworking, but she had to believe he could. If anyone could, it was him. And she wasn't going to accept that John's handiwork was destroyed, just like that.

[scoobys_heart]

While Xander had never really been that into sports, he had liked watching football now and again. It was fun to watch and pretty easy for him to understand.

He'd almost missed one of the NFL theme songs on one of the many Ipods the club had now, but once he found it, he knew he had no choice but to find an acceptable football uniform for the night. The box had offered him a few different team jerseys for him but in the end, he picked the Chargers. He'd always liked them, when he wasn't rooting for University of Sunnydale or UCLA. So both boys were football players, didn't stop their performances from being any less hot.

The last two days had been strange, with people suddenly getting new powers. He was more then glad to be spared that, with everything mostly normal. As normal as stripping on a magical island could be anyway.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron liked her boyfriend in a football uniform. It was true she was hard-pressed to come up with something she didn't like him in that she'd seen him in, including absolutely nothing, but there was just something about her man all dressed up to tackle some guys into the mud that was particularly attractive. It seemed fitting she'd gone the cheerleader route, complete with her hair in pigtails. She had pom poms, too, but they'd been discarded somewhere in favor of having free hands. They didn't exactly work well with a lap dance, anyway.

She came up behind him, her hands resting at his hips as she lifted up slightly onto the balls of her feet to get in close to his thankfully helmetless head so she could speak into his ear. "Xander, Xander, he's our man," she purred, lips curving into a smile, "if he can't do it, no one can."

[scoobys_heart]

The helmet had just been for the dance. Right now, it was a decoration on the bar because the less time wearing it, the better in Xander's book. It was hot and hurt his ears.

Not that he'd admit that anywhere where Puck could hear him.

He grasped the hands that came around his waist and the cheer just made him laugh. "As cute as that now, I'm really glad you didn't so it while I danced. Can we say performance anxiety?" He turned his head to give her a kiss. "You know, I dated a cheerleader once. She wasn't nearly as hot as you." And somewhere, Cordelia was burning with annoyance and she wouldn't even know why.

[poison_lipstick]

"I've never had any complaints with your performance," Saffron replied, giving Xander a suggestive smile. "Oh did you? Well, isn't that interesting. Maybe I shouldn't keep this, then."

Still smiling, clearly teasing, she slipped around so she was facing him, her arms draped loosely around his shoulders. "After all, I wouldn't want to risk your attention being divided, between the past and the present."

[thepointykind]

Now this was a good way to end the day. Helena had gotten the camouflage thing under control - mostly - enough, at least, to use it to go hunting earlier. She'd brought in a good haul, even better than usual. So now she was rewarding herself. She hadn't actually been to the strip club before, and damn but she'd been missing out. Men and women both - hell yes.

And okay, she felt a twinge of guilt wondering what Q would think. But come on. A strip club in a different dimension so didn't count as cheating.

Smiling to herself, she leaned back in her chair, concentrating just enough to make sure she didn't start blending in with it again, and waited for the next act to start.

[poison_lipstick]

As the club's owner, Saffron generally made a point to know everyone who stepped across her threshold, part to make them feel welcome and make sure they had a good time, and part to keep track of all the folks who came and went. She'd never had all that much trouble, with an exception or two, but it didn't hurt to be careful. Boyd had brought that lesson home.

"Hi there," she said with a friendly smile as she stopped next to the woman's table. "I'm Helen. How are you liking your evening at my humble establishment?"

[thepointykind]

"It's great," Helena said, smiling broadly. "You have a hell of a place here." Helen wasn't quite what Helena had come to expect from owners of places like this - just one more example of how the island wasn't Gotham. This time, it was a good thing. She offered her hand to the woman. "I'm Helena."

[poison_lipstick]

"Nice to meet you, Helena," Saffron replied, shaking the offered hand. "And thank you. It still strikes me funny sometimes, how our little club manages to be a success on a mysterious island with no economy, but this place is my baby, and I love it."

[sexualtourettes]

He wasn't going to brag about it, but Coop was fairly certain that he'd gotten the best surprise power out of everyone on the island. Of course, the only reason he wasn't going to brag had more to do with the fact that his mouth was full most of the time than anything else, but still.

He thought about a certain food and poof, there it was. And all of it tasted even better than he remembered. That probably had something to do with the fact that he just hadn't had any of it in so long, and not because of some weird island thing.

Currently, he was working his way through a pack of Ho Hos. He'd considered ordering a drink to wash them down, but instead, out of nowhere, a giant chocolate milkshake appeared on the table in front of him.

He giggled, the sound emitted not at all something befitting a man his age, but he couldn't have cared less.

His diet totally started the following morning.

Maybe.

[tricksthetreat]

Trixa was wandering, mingling, meeting some new people and that's when she saw it. And once she saw it, she could have sworn she smelled it. She had to know, because whoever was making those had a friend for life in one Trixa Iktomi.

"Please tell me that milkshake has a friend who's single and looking for a good time."

[sexualtourettes]

"...oh, God, don't talk about the food like it's sentient." Because next thing they knew, the Island would have itself a brand new bright idea and poof. Instead of having a conversation with someone over dinner, they'd just find themselves having a conversation with dinner.

[tricksthetreat]

"Sorry, didn't mean to be creepy." Giving the man a smile, she extended her hand. "Trixa Iktomi. AKA, the woman who hasn't seen a milkshake since the holidays. Withdrawl's been a bitch."

And while her pride wouldn't allow her to beg, it didn't stop her mouth from watering and her stomach to churn in anticipation. Her sweet tooth, while restrained here on the island, was still a mighty force in her life and it was a wagon she'd willingly fall off of given the opportunity.