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ViceVersus · by **ViceVersus** on Tue Jan 25, 2011 11:51 pm

As far as this street actually went (and by the looks of things, it went pretty damn far), Cloasse always had one destination in mind. With the bookstore so close to home and Gambit's five minutes walk from said store, it was really only natural for her to come out with a new book or six cradled in her arms or stacked in a bag, and then head down to the bar, where she would either encounter a warm, if noisy, place to read, or Fletcher. Which was just as good, if not better.

As it was, Cloasse had only purchased three books today, neither of which held any recognisable name (and one was a novel, heaven forbid), before starting the short walk to Gambit's with her usual straight-backed stoicism and too-formal attire in a dress shirt, black trousers and a pair of neat black shoes. The pen hooked onto her belt and the tattoos visible on her arms and hands, well... perhaps they weren't so formal in this setting, but Cloasse wasn't one to hide them.

Jack Slicer didn't mind attracting stares. In fact, he sort of relished them. Any young man with more tongue, lip, eyebrow, ear, and nose piercings than an entire punk band combined doesn't have any say when it comes to being "subtle" or staying on the lowdown.

Wing City frustrated him a bit, therefore. There were freaks everywhere! No one seemed to be all that impressed or terrified at young vampires anymore. It was a shame, really.

No one appreciates the hair ..

Jack huffed a strand of poorly-dyed green out of his eyes as he stalked down Wing City's main street. The SCD were cracking down on more vampires in New York City, and the last place he wanted to be was in jail, so it looked like Wing City was his only bet. Not like anyone would try to --

What's this, now?

She was older but still looked the same. Jack's eyes were drawn to the pen clipped on the woman's belt, this woman who was plodding steadily towards him without a care in the world.

It's ..

It was her! The girl who had given him more trouble than what he had felt like dealing with, that time four years ago in a dark alley on New York's south side. Jack stopped and now he was the one staring .. and then the corners of his mouth lifted just slightly, revealing bright fangs.

" .. you!" the vampire grinned, and he stepped towards the girl.

Determined as she was to just sit down in Gambit's for half an hour (maybe even finish the ridiculous book she'd indulged in), Cloasse did find herself often walking far too slowly to explain. Still, when she heard someone talk and lifted her head to find the man - at least, she thoughtit was a man - moving in her direction, what she did was quite expected.

The young woman's immediate reaction was a scowl - noisy things were distractions and distractions were extremely irritating and liable to being poked in the eye with the business end of a pen - but upon recognising exactly who she was scowling at with dull eyes, they went from aggravated slits to surprised, perhaps even fearful, saucers.

"Oh." Cloasse took a step back to match the weird vampire's step forward. It was a terribly good thing for her that Gambit's was just there, and hopefully some idiotic hero would be present…

Slicer descended on Cloasse with a slightly deranged, blazing look in his eye, hands outstretched. His first move was to wrench the thrice-damned pen from her fingers and not fling it aside, but turn it in and tuck it away. He wasn't done.

With (what he imagined to be) great vampiric strength, the man pushed back the underweight, unarmed woman so that she was off balance. His fangs were fully gleaming now, and glinted in the dusk right along with all the other bits of iron on his body.

"Remember me?" he snarled, fists curled. "Good. I hope so. Your friends aren't here to help you. And, I have your stupid pen .. "

Slicer made to flick it expertly on his fingers, but fumbled and nearly dropped it. He closed his hand around it, then scowled at the Scrit as though she had done this.

"Fancy tattoos you got there .. well, I've got some of my own! Maybe you'll see some of them, later," he licked his fangs, giving her a leer. " .. I'm gonna getcha now, bitch!"

Whilst most displeased at the sudden lack of pen (darn vampires and their inhumane speed) and the momentary disappearance of her balance, Cloasse was not an idiot, and was therefore quite aware that even if Jack Slicer wasn't quite up to Fletcher's standards, he could probably still do some very nasty things.

"Ah... well, you see, that wouldn't be very advantageous for either of us, really - I've no interest in body art," Cloasse fumbled as she took a few steps to the right, before waving a hand vaguely in Slicer's direction. "Would you look at that! The Godeaux's right behind you, holy heavens!"

It may have been slightly more convincing if not for the completely jittery and morose tone Cloasse employed before simply darting towards the entrance to Gambit's bar. Running away was always a good idea. Always.

"Th -- that guy? You think I'm scared of him?" Slicer scorned in a cold, proud voice (while turning his head imperceptibly so that his peripheral vision caught whatever might have been behind him) and that was when the Scrit had gone. "Wh -- shit!"

Vampiric sped or not, Slicer bounded after Cloasse still lagging behind.

"Get back here!"

______________

It was much too early in the evening for Liesha's head to be hurting.

"No, Fletcher. Absolutely not."

In contrast to Liesha's weary, temple-rubbing physique, Fletcher was bobbing around being Gambit's counter, looking as bright, as pert, and as cheerful as ever. His hair had its usual luster, and his fangless grin would have had any other woman in the place blushing --

-- any other woman besides Liesha Kennicot.

"Awww .. yeesh, Leesh. You don't have to be such a killjoy about it .. " the vampire pouted.

Cloasse Galletti, after wondering who exactly thought that shouting 'get back here' would make someone get back there, very literally stumbled into the bar (and she made a mental note to buy a book bag that she could wear as a backpack in the future, because having a bag of heavy books on one side really could unbalance a girl) and similarly beamed when she came across Liesha and Fletcher.

Making short work of travelling to the bar and waving an upset hand in the direction of the door. "That awful... awful vampire has my pen!" she accused, breathless despite having run all of ten feet.

Now she looked at the pair expectantly. Now they were going to jump into action, she knew it!

Liesha's weary, post-migraine reaction was to squint across the bar at the beaming, radiant Fletcher and grunt, "for God's sake, Godeaux, will you give the girl back her pen?"

"Don't know what either of you are talking about," Fletcher leaned back against the sink, sleeves rolled up, hair appropriately mussed, and a bottle of beer in his hand. The fangless vampire looked more prepared for a day on the beach than a night at work. "But if I did, I probably wouldn't care. Cool your beans, Doodler. You look a mess."

"Not Fletcher! That other - the one we - Jack someone or other!" Cloasse insisted with another flail of thin limbs (and her voice was not squeaking, surely no)! "He was being entirely rude and took my pen with a rather threatening manner!"

What on Earth was wrong with these two?

"Jaa-aack .. ?" Liesha looked with wonder to Fletcher, thinking obviously of the Ignitor. "What's he doing in Wing City? More importantly, what's he doing stealing your pen?" the witch turned back to the clearly distraught Scrit girl.

"Wait, wait, wait .. " Fletch lowered his beer, waving his free arm wildly. "I know who it is. Snot-hair kid. Pale. Slicer, or something. Was always trying to start shit he couldn't finish because he didn't have the attention span for it."

"Oh .. him?" the expression of curiosity sort of melted, and Liesha went back to her semi-slouched position. "Don't worry about it, Cloasse. He's harmless."

The look of utter confusion on Cloasse's face melted from that to joy when Fletcher remembered who she was talking about, to pure devastation when Liesha suggested she not worry about it.

"He has my pen!" she squeaked (and this time she could admit that it was a squeak). "And he wants to show me his tattoos?"

"Probably some water-based ones he got for fifty cents," Liesha shrugged, kneading her temples, eyes closed.

"As for your pen, Doodler, he'll get bored with it pretty quickly if he can't find an on switch," Fletcher grinned. "What's he doing in Wing City, though? He usually skulks around New York."

"I'm having Violent Crimes crack down on the Inner City vampires, actually. They're getting away with too much shit because their cases are getting leaked to the NYPD instead of our people," the witch replied still without opening her eyes.

"Cracking down on vampires?" Fletcher's attention turned from Cloasse, to Liesha. He grinned at her seedily. "That sounds sexual. Was that supposed to be sexual? And if so, do you mean one specific vampire, maybe? A blonde, good-looking one?"

Liesha Kennicot narrowed her eyes.

"... but I don't want him playing with it or throwing it away," the Scrit mumbled morosely. "Could you maybe go get my pen?" she added hopefully, valiantly ignoring the innuendo Fletcher seemed to pick out of nothing. "Please?" God, she was begging. But the pen was important.

Think of the pen.

"Aww .. come on, Liesha! She's doing puppy eyes! She never does puppy eyes! You gotta help her!"

The witch scowled. "No way. You think your come-ons are bad? Wait to see what happens when I get within twenty feet of that scumbag. He's just not worth it."

"You touched him last."

"Technically I did, but not through choice..."

"I .. wh .. kicking him off a building does not count .. hey! Why don't you do it, if you're so eager to get stuff done?" Liesha nodded across the bar.

The hopeful look was then turned on Fletcher.

Fletcher Godeaux beamed his beamiest beam, spreading his arms wide.

" .. Sorry, Leesh. I'm on duty!"

"For fuck's sa -- now you use that excuse?"

"Oh, come on!" That just wasn't fair! "But you're always boasting about how you're the best and... strange-smelling things like him are below you! Could you not... perhaps prove that whilst getting my pen? It might be funny?"

Fletcher waggled his fingers in the air.

"I'm working, Cloasse! Bringing in a day's honest wages! You don't want me to sacrifice that, now do you? Especially in this economy. But here, here you have Miss Liesha Kennicot, an agent of the people! Have her go get your pen!"

Liesha was still hunched over, resisting the urge to bury her head in her hands. She gave Cloasse a sideways, tired stare.

" .. Can't you just borrow a Biro from someone, instead?"

Cloasse Galletti merely looked at Liesha as if she had suggested substituting her leg for a lollipop stick.

" .. Of course not."

Fletcher Godeaux hummed in victory.

"You might want to get after him now, Leesh. He moves fast."

Liesha tapped her chin in thought. "Fletcher, remember all the times you'd help me on cases? Give a few names here and there, point me in the right direction?"

"Ye -- " the vampire's smile fell. "No."

"You said yes."

"No, I said 'ye' which is very different. I was going to say, 'ye, surely I do not remember' or something like that. Yeah."

"Well, I remember. You have consultant credit with the Department, which means that as it's Director I am not giving you the order to go out and get Cloasse's pen-thing. Now."

Fletcher Godeaux scowled.

" .. No."

"Also, there's the fact that I could curse you into oblivion if I wanted. And there are a lot of really fun, unsterile ways to castrate someone with a severing charm."

" .. I still have your credit card number."

" .. Fl -- .. so help me, I will -- "

"Come on, Cloasse. Don't you think it makes more sense to have the SCD Director going after Slicer? I mean, it's got so much more weight to it as a title than 'Fletcher, bartender!' if you know what I mean!" the fangless vampire splayed his fingers out again. "Besides, she can do fancy tricks. And with the wand-thing of hers, she doesn't even have to touch him."

"As long as I don't have to touch him .. or move .. "

Fletcher Godeaux beamed again.

"So it's decided! Neither of us want to bother!"

"But you're the Godeaux and he's utterly terrified of you," she pointed out. "At least, I think he is... After that escapade in New York, it'd be wise for him not to take you as a j -- what? But... that doesn't solve my problem!"

"Can't Geddes get you another Scrit pen?" Liesha was still trying politely to wriggle out of this. "Or maybe your dad? No. No. Bad idea. Don't even answer that."

Cloasse Galletti 's mouth opened and closed soundlessly quite a few times before she pointed a hand at the door. "Will one of you please just go and get my pen before I partake in a panic attack..."

Just then, the front door flew open and in flew Jack Slicer. The reason it had taken him so long to finally enter was that he had rushed around to the bar's back door, thinking to showcase his brilliant tactical skills by entering through the rear, but upon finding it locked even to his determined, vampiric fists he had jogged around to the proper entrance where he was now making a very belated attempt to snatch up the prey that had eluded him for so long.

Jack's lean body, wild hair, and narrowed eyes may have made a credibly impressive impression (it didn't) but it sort of fell apart when he caught sight of Liesha and the Godeaux there at the front of the bar. Jack still had Cloasse's pen in his hands.

"Oh for crying out -- "

Liesha raised and lowered her wand, and there was a flash of scarlet; Jack Slicer crumpled to the ground in a rather dull heap ending in a tink as his many piercings struck the hardwood floor.

"You look good, Jack!" Fletcher called to the unconscious vampire.

Cloasse Galletti considered the vampire, now on the floor, and lowered her hand. "Oh... Well. Thank you, Miss Kennicot," she uttered blithely. The pen, however, caught her attention immediately and, with no preamble, she stalked off to retrieve it from the vampire's lax hand. "I hope he hasn't tampered with the ink..."

"His sweaty hands were all over it. And I don't like to think what he does with them," Liesha said with no small amount of disgust.

"Holds his toothbrush to keep those shiny fangs in top shape, probably!" Fletcher suggested helpfully.

Cloasse Galletti had an incline as to what Liesha was alluding to and, after wrinkling her nose unhappily, waved goodbye to the pair before using Jack as a convenient stepping stone on the way outside.

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