*She drives into the parkinglot, her windows are slightly open, the sound of Japanese rock flutters from the opening. She parks the Shelby around back then steps outside and heads towards the bar.

There's no way she could blend into this place, even when dressed ¬normaly¬ it's still far from the ripped jeans and worn-out T-shirts most of these kids wear. If anyone steps on her $300 pumps she will be royaly pissed off.

She looks around for Tommy Jones, he's always got the good Heroin. Her finger's twitch and she frowns when a drunken blond haired teen, who looks like a surfer, bumps into her and a few drops of his beer falls on her shoe. He chuckles and places his hand over his mouth, mouthing an 'opps.' Kara smiles tight-lipped and cold to him* Ever have a Manolo Blahnik up your ass?  

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*She frowns as the blond surfer guy shrugs and leans forward to put his hand on her shoulder. Instantly her eyes narrow, her hand lifts up and she grabs his wrist firmly.* Is this a petting zoo? *she hisses at him, obviously getting aggrivated, then quickly pushes his hand away and points down to her shoe.* You dropped beer on my pumps. *stupid drunk college kid, if he doesn't appologize and make it sound sinere she's going to make him lick it off. Yes, tonight is obviously not her night. If she doesn't get a hit soon she's going to be a little bit pissed off..ok a little bit ¬more¬ pissed off.

Where the Sam hill is Tommy J?*

Tommy's usual table is empty. But he isnt too hard to spot. It must be a cocaine night, because hes not slumped at his table in a stupor; instead hes up and aware.

Tommy J lost his wanna-be pornstar jacket somewhere and is wearing instead a ridiculous red, orange and black camoflauge tank top with green fatigue pants.

He couldnt hide from anyone but an epileptic with that shirt. his are arms are tattooed, a few looking very fresh. Hes on the dance floor but not dancing... Hes whispering into the ear of some pretty young thing...

His little game of drugs and blood. He hasnt even noticed Kara's little shoe tragedy or the potential brawl shes about to start...  

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*The blond looks at her, dark, dark blue-green eyes slither around her; he is more than drunk. An intoxicated giggle escapes his lips, Kara is doubtful that he understood a word. She fumes.* Speak English little fuc....*she cuts herself off and she can feel her muscles tense...

...a hit...one hit....

His tongue's going to be cleaning her shoe in a moment. She reaches up, intended on grabbing him by the hair and pulling him down to the little pump, yet something makes her stop.* Tommy J! *her voice floats over the loud, angry music and the surfer-boy is forgotten. Swiftly she pushes past him and makes her way to the dealer.

Long strides take her over to him.* May I cut in? *before either Tommy or his ¬friend¬ get a chance to reply she's nudged herself, quite lady-like though, in between them.* I do not mean to be ruening your fun, Tommy J but...*she eyes his outfit and raises a brow..oh, she is thisclose to saying something about that ridiculous jacket but doesn't.* ...could I trouble you, in private?

Tommy looks a little put off as Kara skillfully interjects herself.. but he can always find the girl later. His wide pupils track the girl as she kinda storms off, she wont go too far.

'Is this urgent i was about to have a nice bite?..'

Tommys eyes fall on Kara, giving her outfit the same once over she just gave him.

*Her lips curve in a snug smile as Tommy eyes her outfit. He's probably not used to some lady dressing in black Levis, frilly white, Victorian-style top and pearly-toned shoes...surly all his....¬women¬, she cannot bare to think of them as 'ladies', dress as badly as he.

Then something catches her eye...the tattoos. Her smile turns sweeter,smugness gone, hand reaching up, fingtertips fluttering hovering towards the tattoos; but pause inches from one. When she realizes what she was about to do she steps back and quickly steals her hand away.*

Yes, it is urgent *she snaps* I will make it worth your while, don't I always? *she's always been a good payer.*

I need some *he must certainly know what she wants, what is the only thing she ever wants from him?* tonight, now.  

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Tommy nods. Kara is easily his best customer. He glances about, paranoia in his blown eyes.

'This place has been a little... hot lately. Can we step outside?..'

He refers to the violent drug bust turned shooting that took place here less than a week ago...

Tommy will slip away from the criwded floor, trusting Kara will follow. As they get away from people, he will open a side door to an alley. Where the bartender slips off to smoke...

*She nods, fully understanding. The last thing she needs is some police officer arresting her with Tommy!* All right *she replies and follows him out; she eyes the alley then leans against the wall, uncomfortably, waiting* You have something good for me, yes? *she utters in a stage whisper.*

Tommy glances around outside. The alleyway dulls the sounds from inside the club.

'Yeah of course I have something for you.' He says, but doesnt move to retrieve anything...

He crosses his tattooed arms and leans against the grimy, spraypainted wall.

'Have you seen Deirdre lately? The sheriff was here looking for her a few nights back.'

*She shakes her head* No, I haven't seen her in a while *she replies thruthfully* why the sudden interest in her Tommy J? She owe you any precious dollars?

Tommy grins at kara but shakes his head.

'Nah i just figured we would be seeing her head roll sometime soon.' He shrugs. ' And it would be a shame to lose such a snarky bitch of a customer.'

Tommy finally starts digging in his cargo pockets, Kara will hear the sound of her beloved little baggies...

'The Dead Punks ask you come to their little rant yet?'

Tommy is full of questions tonight...

I was wondering what the interest was in Dei...*her brows furrow a touch, not perticularily enjoying having Tommy talk about Deirdre that way.* It's always all about the money with you, isn't it?

*She pushes herself off the wall and walks closer to him, the sound beconing...a worm for the fish, in a second she could hear Vin's words ringing in her ear 'No matter how pretty the bait...'* A hook is still a hook *she whispers almost inaudibly and looks at his pockets before snapping up at his face.* Rant? What rant is this?  

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Tommy will extend his arm over his head. He has the prize Kara seeks and he easily holds it out of her reach.

'The money is great but even i have greater motives.'

He bobs his eyebrows suggestively. Strange to the end.

'Down behind the Iron and Steel, that biker bar. Sounds to me like theyre are trying to get all the younger licks to come fight the power or something...'

*Her eyes dart to the package but she makes no attempt to rise and try and grab it, no matter how badly she wants it.* Are you capable of thinking up of greater motives? *she teases, an impish, ironic glint in her eyes.*

I have not heard about any 'fighting the power' gigs, Tommy J, besides, if you are so curious about the rant and Deirdre why don't you just crawl over there and check it out yourself? *then she steps closer, her toes nearly touching his, smiles and narrows her eyes* perhaps you will see someones head roll.  

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'But just imagine how upset youd be if i were off snooping around and not here to supply you with candy.'

Tommy mimics her teasing. But will lower his arm and hand over her goods.

'I dont like Deirdres club. Too much angst not enough slut.'

Tommy shrugs a bit.

'I probably will check out the rant. Im no commie but slummin with the brujah is never a bad time... Why do you seem so defensive? you jonesin that bad?'

I don't worry, if you were to get lost these hideous things you wear *she tugs at the edge of his tops collar lightly* would be like a beacon. *quickly she grabs her goodies* or I could just follow a trail of harlots you've discarted; you leave marks like Hansel did, Tommy J. *Kara inspects her Heroin and then pockets it.*

Somehow I doubt you like anything much *she pulls out a handful of cash and waves the bills under Tommy's nose, teasing* Tell me, where is this little rant taking place?

*At his last comment she frowns* I am not defensive! *she snaps*

Tommy only grins at Karas storybook analogy. She is very right, Tommy has a niche and he sees no reason to break it. When she snaps again he cant help but comment:

'Sure your not...'

Tommy makes a snatch at the wad of cash.

'The Iron and Steel, that biker bar with all the saggy dancing tits. That big bald fucker, freemason or whatever his name is said all the young ones were gonna gather and have a chat. If he only invited me im not going... all that leather scares me.'

Iron and Steel...*she repeats, then silently wonders what kind of goodies she could find there, she also ignore his 'sure you're not' comment.

A chuckle escapes her lips* Aww, all those big, bad girls in cow-hide scare you, hmm? Thought you liked your ladies scarry and without class.

'I like them little, sleazy and with names as fake as their ID's.' Tommy retorts with a wide smile.

*She shakes her head, yet there is a little smile playing on her lips* Well, you know what they say 'birds of a feather...' *she lightly insults him, playfully, wondering if he'll even comprehend her teasing.*