It's All About Comfy (Indigo, Rase)

[Lovely]

Name: Shurochka Strathairn Alias Rase Played by: Tripp Likeness used: David Beckham

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Name: Indigo Wells Alias: In, India Blue Played by: Lovely Likeness used: Masuimi Max

[Lovely]

October 7, 2008
Palace
11:30pm

Each of the girls who got to headline a night or two a week, had their own style, each of them having much longer sets than the 'other' girls and actually having a real act with costumes and not just shaking their a** for a dollar and to whatever music the club played. 'Indigo Blue' was one of those special girls, she made more, she danced more and she loved doing it. In had a natural look that blended well into an ensemble of exotic and erotic numbers. A bit of a harem girl look, she was super flexible, she got totally naked except her t-bar for tips, some of the girls only went topless which was fine with Carl -he still made money.

In added something more which is why her shows were a little more pricey -she had a 'love affair' with fire. She swallowed it, but before that she put on quite the show, caressing it over her skin and now and then lighting little fires on herself to push things further. The crowd ate it up and paid well to see her dance and play for them.

Tonight she'd had little bells clamped on, which she chimed for the guys who tipped and for those who were very generous, she let them flick the little bells themselves. The take home tonight was worth that 'extra'. She came off the stage, wrapped in a sheer piece of material -the sarong she'd worn out there, her little bells chiming softly in the quiet back stage as she walked, her feet in impossible platform heels to give her petite frame more height.

When the bouncer stood between him and the back hallway, Raser held up the item in his fingers, not a bill to buy his way back, but a matchbook that was his ticket, his pass to Indigo's room number, though not necessarily inside the room itself. The man looked him over, an eyebrow raising at the fire extinguisher in his hand, questioning. "This? How do you think I got the pass? C'mon, can't leave the lady waiting," he chuckled, showing the matchbook closer, clearly Indigo's 'ok' with a smudge of her lipstick and soot from the show. The bouncer stood back to let him pass. Raser gave him the extinguisher... it had come from their front entry anyway and would need to be put back. Being an emergency tech had its advantages, including keys to equipment, even if it was only used as a prop tonight. He heard the softly chiming bells and grinned darkly... music to his ears enough to spark a slight drooling... and started to walk faster to meet up with her, not sure what to call her that wouldn't get him slapped. He coughed a little to get her attention and waited.

Her black hair hung from the messy bun she'd pulled it into before bringing the fire close to her face at the end of her act, in the begining it had bathed over her skin like tendrils of silk. She heard the cough of a male and turned to regard the medic who'd been thoughtful enough to come to her show prepared, though straight from work it appeared. Her lips curled into a pouty adorable smile and beckoned him over with a motion of her head. Even in the heels she was sure he was taller than she was. "Enjoy the show?"

The matchbook flipped in his fingers and was slipped into his pocket, an excuse to adjust his 'personal belongings' as she asked. The same smirk she'd seen at his table was given now, cute, curled, devlish and yet sweet and somehow shy. "I still am. Aren't you cold? Playing with all that fire?"

Her eyes started to follow his hand but then drifted up to his smile. He wasn't simply gawking like many of the patrons and even most of those allowed to come back for a drink or to sign something for them to commemerate a special evening for them. "I find ways to keep warm." She giggled, but it was not the airhead sound some girls made when they were just trying to be cute. Her little bells shook, further showing that the laughter was genuine. "I find it's warmer in my dressing room than in the hall." She hinted, giving him a wink as she turned to start for her door. "You coming?"

"Keep jingling and you might get your answer," he muttered just loud enough to hear. He let her take a few steps ahead, not wanting to appear overly eager to get her alone in her room. He found it strange that she'd feel so comfortable having a stranger follow her, considering what she was wearing. Maybe she didn't know the news stories like he did... bastard, whoever he was... scaring girls was bad enough, but what that sicko was doing? Yet, she let someone come back with her. "I'm sure you've got places you need to be. I was just hoping to share a drink."

"I'm not going out front for a drink in this.. you think I'd get far?" She smiled and looked over her shoulder at him. She'd heard his comment about the jingling but didn't reply to it -though it almost made her want to keep the clamps on a little longer -just to see. She felt safe in the club, the bouncer a scream away -if the aluminum bat hidden by her vanity table didn't do the trick.

She had a point, two of them still jingling softly as she turned and moved. He'd had more than enough, just having his one during the show. He hated feeling dulled beyond thinking... came with the job probably. He'd seen enough detox cases he wasn't sure why he drank at all. He raised his arm like he was offering her an escort, his elbow to the side which looked less-than-gentlemanly in his not-so-formal medic uniform. "How about out in this, after a change? Coffee? Maybe a little ice water after all that fire? I know a great diner that's open late."

The offer of his arm in escort, earned him a sweet smile that made her face seem innocent despite her lack of clothes. With a soft giggle her hand smoothed over his arm and settled around it. She stepped closer beside him and had to look up at him a little -even in the heels. Her hips had a natural gentle sway when she walked -accentuated by the heels and sheer flow of fabric over her curves. She led him to her dressing room and into the confines of her 'private space'.

"Daaaaawg," he sighed out, feeling the bite of nerves etch out spot in his spine. "You sure you're okay having me visit up close and personal, Miss Blue? I must say, I'm honored, flattered, and... shall we?"

"I'm alright with you being up close and personal... You seem different somehow from the average guys who come in here looking to take a piece of me home with them. I appreciate that.. alot."

"A lot different from the average. That's what I get for driving an ambulance for a living... not that you could tell or anything. Thanks... for not thinking I'm a jerk or something. I appreciate that.. a lot."

She chuckled as he used her expression in return, the smile small and warm.Her movements were lithe as she crossed the small room and settled herself in a comfortable furry chair. The shade of blue seemed to lick her skin and accentuate the curves and shadow of her form. "I see.." Her eyes drifted over him as she motioned him to have a seat if he wanted in the other chair which was close to hers.

"Most guys are tripping over themselves if they get let back here for a hello.. they don't ask.. they just try to get me to give it up in the hall -they expect that's what I do when I'm not working.. it's really quite sad.. there's nothing to them other than drooling and panting like a mindless beast over a little T&A."

He shrugged, feeling like a spotlight was on him, trying to shy away though there was no place to hide. "I have my moments," he admitted, heading for the chair before he did trip over himself. He'd done more than his share of drooling while watching the show. "I'll remember to ask first, though," he grinned.

She laughed again, setting her little bells to chiming softly as her chest shook lightly. "Well, I appreciate that.." Her eyes seemed to be lit with hints of the very fire she'd danced with on stage. "We all have our moments.. it's part of human nature to have that sort of desire.. but it's part of being human to control yourself." Her eyebrow arched up slightly. "I'm sure you enjoyed the show, I go for the big thrills.. it's how I make my money. But you're not in here acting like I'm just supposed to throw you down and ride you like a wild stallion until we're both all sweaty and spent, before I even know your name."

"And if I tell you my name first?" He asked as if she might consider it if he did. He wasn't about to say 'no'. He chuckled and shook his head. "I don't work that way. I figured that's what you get far too much of and I wanted to tell you that your act... is excellent. If I confess that I was a bit of a pyro as a kid, maybe you'd understand? Most of the guys call me Raser... not like Speed Racer, but more like a razor or eraser... there's too much to explain in that, but it is what it is. So, you have a name... what comes next?" His eyes lit up a little with devlish mirth.

"I'd tell you I couldn't throw you down right here, even if the thought did cross my mind." She winked at him. ".. it's against the rules... and I like my job.. and I respect my boss." Her little smile teased him as she shifted and crossed her legs, bushing her calves against his knee. "Thank you.. I think I'm still a little bit of a pyro.. I'm glad you really enjoyed it. It's nice to know someone can truly appreciate what I do out there. I suppose the next is me giving you my name.. the 'India Blue' is a stage name." She leaned forward and held out her hand to him. "It's very nice to meet you Raser. I'm Indigo."

His hands were devoid of rings or other signs of 'ownership' if she was looking, but the hints of lines and colors showed themselves, peeking out from his cuff as he reached forward. "Pleasure to meet the spark behind the fire, Indigo," he smiled, a spark of his own behind the green tint in his eyes. The delight of making her acquaintance was obvious if it wasn't already.

His eyes caught and held her, for a long moment she held his hand in hers and lost herself in his gaze. His hand was was warm and firm in hers, not sweaty, shaking or gripping desperately. Staring into his eyes, she felt drawn to him and leaned just a little bit closer. Words were jumbled in her head and she felt a little bit silly -she shouldn't let him affect her so profoundly -he was 'just a...fan'. Yet she knew if he wanted her.. she'd say yes.. it was very strange for her -never having felt that way before, so sure in a single moment of something like that. "So.." She couldn't tear her eyes away from him yet. ".. about this diner you mentioned.."

"You might want to change first or the waitress might pin her chets to your chest," he warned with an odd tease. "Their sweets aren't that sweet." He couldn't help the stray of his gaze to admire the bells and their mounts for at least a moment longer while the opportunity was there within reach, though he didn't touch with more than a warm glance.

She couldn't help the breath she took in as his eyes drifted, the air lifting the bells just a touch higher -as if for him. In finally let go of his hand and ran her own over her bare thighs as she took a moment to 'recover'. "You make me want to keep them on.." She admitted it quietly, with an almost shy expression as her hands moved slowly up to rest on the swell just below the bells.

"You don't have to take them off. I don't mind them at all, but it's a little colder out than in here," he shrugged, pulling his hand back toward himself before he was tempted to help her decide. He watched her fingers flow up to the clips, curious and admiring. Rase forced himself to look away. "I'm really not helping that jerk perception right now, I'm sorry."

"it's alright.. they are meant for thrills and.. admiration.." Her teeth held her lip as she reached for his hand, pulling it back towards one of the bells. "The longer you leave them on, the more they hurt coming off.." If he dared to touch, he'd likely find out how she was pinched by the clamp that held the bell. Once removed the blood would rush back to that area -causing quite the sensation. "I've thought about doing something ... permanent but I find it a little hard to know who to trust for something like that."

Given the opportunity to share, she'd find the sensation of his touch was delicate, precise and steady as he brushed the clip and ever so slightly teased. "I couldn't say. Trust is something earned, isn't it? Although I know someone who does work like that, he said, flashing a smile and lolling a brief glimpse of a silver flash on his tongue.

If he chanced a look at her face he would have seen the way her eyes widened with his touch. The tingle shot through her in tiny sparks that ended in a slight clenching of her thighs against a throb. In swallowed and felt her whole self grow warmer. "I.. oo.. never 'used' these outside the act.. now I get it.. even more.. " She licked her lips and couldn't even believe the thought going through her head at the moment -she wanted him to do that again! Her eyes drew to the flash of silver and she tried to focus on that while her senses evened out from the other stimulation. "You..?" She motioned towards her own mouth, hoping maybe he'd show her more than a glimpse of his.

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"Pierce? I do a lot of things for thrills in my free time," he grinned, reaching for the other clip after seeing her reaction. "I could do it for you...," he paused a moment and let his fingertip brush ever so softly. "If you trust me."

She gasped and her eyes fluttered, her fingers curling and flexed, her lips parting softly in reaction to his touch of the other clip. "I..." She tried but couldn't speak, her eyes searching his. After a few moments passed and she could breathe again, she whispered. "Maybe.. what will it feel like?"

"At first? Like it does when you take those off. Then it feels just like that, whenever you want it to," he said, threatening to touch again, but pulling away for now. He grinned again. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have, not here. A drink first and then maybe... ?"

She closed her eyes and chuckled through an exhale as he teased but didn't send the ripples through her again by touching the clips. "Life is cruel.." She whispered, her hands coming up gently cup herself for a moment as she tried to will the ache for his fingers away. Her eyes opened to seek his again. "It will just take me a minute to get dressed."

"Should I wait outside?" It was an empty offer - how much more could she show that she hadn't already? In the privacy of her dressing room, it only seemed the right thing though. "Or do you want help with those clips?"

"No need to leave on my account.. I think I'm pretty comfortable with you here." She slowly rose to stand just in front of him, giving him quite the view of her well manicured lawn, if he looked up just a little he'd get another view of the mountians. In wiggled a little to set the bells to softly chime and she smiled playfully. "You want to take them off now .. or later?" Her eyebrow arched slightly with the comment which sounded like an invitation as well.

"To get them off just right will take some ice and a little... know-how. How about later and I'll let you think about it a while?" His silver-balled bar clinked softly against the back of his teeth as he thought about it himself.

With a slight nod of her head, her finger brushed his jaw and she moved away to get dressed. "So.. where are we going? Are jeans alright? They are worn in the knees." She held up her faded and comfy pair along with a small tee, what she'd worn to come into work that night.

"Depends... firefighters and off-duty cops alright with you? Place I usually go isn't exactly the ritz, but then... here I am. This is a definite step up, but if that's not your kinda crowd, there's... how about the Bachdor? Bikes and brawls... maybe a few thrills?"

"This is your show sweety.. wherever you'd like to take me.. I just want to make sure I'm dressed okay -I wouldn't want to embarrass you." She half turned and smiled at him as she slid the black lace up her smooth thighs.

"These places? All you really need is a coat and a smile," he said, watching her glide the lace over her skin. "Smile optional, and sometimes even the coat if you get a table in the back. No way in Hell you could -ever- embarrass me."

"Don't be so sure.. I tend to be a little... hmm hyper.. I usually say what's on my mind.. most of the time without thinking about it.. " She smiled cutely at him, fixing the straps and then reaching behind her back to hook the bra.

"I hope you will. Might be the only way you can keep up," he said, revealing more and more about himself. "Hyper is good. I live hyper."

"You don't look hyper.." She was still smiling that little cute smile as her jeans came up to cover her legs and she buttoned them. Her arms pulling the tee over her head, then her hands smoothed it over her torso. Those fingers smoothed her hair out and grabbed her gloss to moisten her lips. She was a little short so she opted for boots with a bit of a heel to give her a little more and slung her purse diagnol across her so it hung at her hip. "Just about ready.. I don't think I brought my coat with me.." She looked around, finding a light zip up sweat shirt instead.

"Guess I'll just have to think about that, too. My imagination's pretty good, almost as good as my self control. Believe me... hyper... and unpredictable."

"I'm sure you are.. not sure if I should be worried or excited.." She pulled the sweatshirt over her tee but left it unzipped for now, pulling a small modest pair of earings and a necklace off the vanity. She started to put on the jewelry as she walked towards the door. "Did I miss anything?" She motioned over herself -she'd wiped down with a towel before getting dressed.

"Oh, be worried. I'll save you," he said quietly, meant to chill and entice. "You haven't missed anything yet. Unfortunately, looks like you got it all covered," he winked.

"I guess the question is, how long it stays covered." She opened the door and stepped out into the hall, reaching to either take his hand or curl around his arm -if he'd let her do either one.

She was dressed, he was polite and the bouncer was still holding the fire extinguisher, apparently anticipating his return from the back, or possibly using it if he didn't come back out soon. Raser let her arm curl around his as they walked up and past the man. He stopped and looked back at him. "I'll just take that. Could be a busy night," he winked and clucked in his cheek, relieving the man of the item and swinging it down by his knee. "Hey, you never know," he leaned and whispered to her.

She leaned up a little as he came down, whispering in return. "Well since we both like to play with fire.." Her eyebrow wiggled a little and she curled closer to him, looking back over her shoulder to wave to the bouncer -a signal to him that she was alright and not being forced to act okay.

He wasn't about to make any small talk now except with her, turning them to head out then once he was ensured he wasn't going to be thrown out. "It's okay, we're both professionals. You ever ride in an ambulance when you didn't ... well, have to?"

"I've never ridden in one.." She gave him a somewhat apologetic shrug as they went out to the cooler night air. She was glad for the sweat shirt but thinking she should have worn an actual jacket tonight.

"Guess that answers my next question," he muttered, looking around the block. It wasn't hard to spot their ride sitting idle and quiet at the edge of the lot in it's dark red and white.

"What was the next question?" She asked curiously, seeing their chariot across the lot. Indigo smiled a little, feeling a little giddy rush at getting to ride in the ambulance.

"If you ever did anything else in one," he chuckled and started to walk faster.

She laughed softly. "Oh." There was a slight shake of her head -she shoud have figured it was something like that. Indigo had to jog a little to catch up with his faster pace and then she settled comfortabley beside him as they approached the vehicle. "So do you take this out often?"

[Lovely]

"Not as often as I ... um... no, I don't. It's not exactly the babe magnet, you know? But since the Jag's in the shop and all," he joked.

"Ahh.." She chuckled taking the chance to tease him a little and maybe find out more while she was at it. "So.. I'm not a babe and I'm just filling in until the jag's out of the shop? Or do I look like the kind of girl who needs a little rescueing?"

"Filling in, no, rescuing... maybe, but hopefully I don't scare you too badly. There is no Jag, at least not in this lifetime. Unless the pay's good here. Whaddya think.. a little bell action over here?" He stopped and posed, swung his hip and laughed. "Yeah, I hope no one saw that. Anyway... and yes, you are, but is that supposed to be important? The babe thing?"

"no.. no.. that was sexy.. do it again.." She winked and blew him a kiss, urging him to 'shake it' for her.

"I am not a babe.." She shook her head a bit, smiling at him. "A little crazy, yes.. "

"Do what again?" He asked, giving another swing and a 'rim shot' of the hip. "That? Haha, and you think you're crazy? C'mon, it's cold out here." He jogged out of reach to unlock the back first, swinging the door open for the 'tour' since she'd never seen one up close.

"Oh my.. you do move fast, don't you.. just met me and already trying to get me in the back!" She was laughing a little as she came up next to him and nudged him with her shoulder.

"It was just a precaution in case you passed out from hysterics because I'm such a geek. Can't be too careful," he added like a wise old father might say, nudging back. "This, boys and girls, is what it looks like inside the big red box."

"What if I just hold my breath till you give me mouth to mouth instead?" She leaned to peek into the ambulance but didn't venture far, she seemed a little shy of the equipment.

"You wouldn't have to hold your breath," he told her, leaning behind her to see where she looked, keeping her from backing up too far. He spoke quietly beside her, proud of his work and his tools. "She gets me by during the work day, but she's for sh*t on the dance floor."

She went to step back and found herself up against him, not realizing he was so close. "I ah, she's very nice.. I don't think I'd want to ride in her during your work hours though."

"No? Not even to get a pass to run red lights and drive on the wrong side of the road? It can be pretty exciting some days," he said over her shoulder as she backed into him. "Maybe I'm really good at going fast. That's okay if that's not your deal."

"Oh." She shook her head, turning a little to see him from the side though still up against him. "I bet you are good.. I just don't want to be a patient.. I'd rather not be injured or sick.. it's bad for business... and my mood."

"Maybe I wasn't talking about her or being sick at all. Maybe I was just talking about you. People who are sick or injured are my business, but right now... I'm off the clock, right?" He smiled, but his eyes were dark and shrouded, secrets, mysteries, challenges.

"I'm terrible at riddles.." She smiled in return, watching his eyes closely as she inched toward him. She reached for his waist with a gentle grip. "What's next on this tour?"

He chuckled gently. "It wasn't a riddle, at least it wasn't meant to be. I meant maybe I just do things too fast when I shouldn't and you being the patient... doesn't necessarily mean you need to be sick or injured. Might have to do a check just to make sure.. everything's working just like it should be."

"Oh.. " She curled herself a little closer to him, breathing softly against his neck as her chin rested to his shoulder. "I'm not minding how fast you've been moving so far.. but will you get offended if I ask you to slow down at some point.. not saying I will.. but if I do..?"

"Nothing I know of offends me," he reassured, running his hand behind her back. "We could take some time, slow down a little right here if you want. It's pretty private inside." The windows were too high up for just anyone to peer in, but let in plenty of light.

Her eyes closed and a very soft exhale came from her as he ran his hand over her back, she leaned just barely noticably into his touch. "You won't think less of me if I admit, I'm a little bit nervous -in a good way, will you?"

"Not at all. Glad to hear it's a good way. The offer is open now, later, any time. Maybe we better get that coffee."

"What coffee?" She smirked and turned, reaching for his chin to try and turn him to her lips for a kiss.

"Mm.. or just something warm and sweet," he murmured as she drew his attention downward. "Not so fast," he winked, meeting the kiss gently.

She slowed it down with a tender, sweet, lingering kiss, exploring the taste of his mouth for several moments. Her fingers stroked his cheek softly and slid to rest at the back of his neck, while her other hand gripped his side gently.

Unexpected and entirely enthralling, just like the jingling of the tiny bells, her kiss gave him pleasant chills. The silver ball on his tongue clicked lightly over his teeth like electricity as she surprised him more with her close touch.

Her eyes slitted to peek at him at the barely heard sound of metal against his teeth. Like an invitation accepted her lips parted a little more and she leaned up to seek the orb with her tongue. A gentle and shy exploration began as she never kissed anyone with such a piercing, she fleetingly thought of how boring that seemed. The thought was lost as her eyes closed again and she concentrated on feeling, learning, and enjoying the here and now.

[Lovely]

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Flo's Diner
1 a.m.


"Here... tug this... I might grant you three wishes," he winked, fixing the nipple clip and bell he'd kept around the stud in his ear while they waited for a table.

"haha.. what if I tug something else?" She smiled and leaned in close, running her hands over his bare abdomen. He'd done a good job at getting her riled up and loosened up at the same time.

Rase shrugged, trying unsuccessfully to hide the grin which lit his eyes up even more. "Tug whatever you want, I'll still give you three of whatever you ask for. At least... or rub my belly and call me Buddha," he chuckled and pooched out his tummy under her fingers.

Her giggle was amused and sweet sounding, she rang the little bell with a flick of her tongue, running her fingers over the pooch of his belly. "You're so cute.. I could just eat you up!" She teased him, but meant it... damn him for walking into her club tonight -she didn't want to let him go!

"Could you? You want fries with me? Ooo... how about some dipping sauce... huh? Huuuhn?" He teased, easing up the forced poochiness to let her fingers slide and slither naturally.

"What flavor is it?" She teased, jingling the bell again, her leg curled slightly along his. Her hand slid over his abs and dipped lower, doing a soft dance over his skin and 'tickling' along his waistband.

"More a color than a flavor... Blue... and spicy hot like fire," he whispered as she moved around him.

"Blue?" She paused, waiting for the answer to that question. "..and spicy? Now that sounds interesting.." Her arms wrapped around him briefly and she rested her head on his shoulder, snuggling herself in closely before renewing her exploration with deft finger tips.

"Yes, she is very interesting," he agreed, reaching his arm around her nearly lift her up from the ground as she curled and snuggled around him. "Definitely hot."

"She?.." Her lips pouted and she nipped his neck softly. "Should I be jealous?" She lifted on her tip toes or tried to as his strong arm curled around her. She was short enough that her feet did leave the ground briefly.

"Not for a moment since I'm looking right at her," Rase murmured, leaning down into a kiss if she'd let him.

She certainly wasn't going to stop him from kissing her, she'd enjoyed it too much so far. Rather she leaned up to meet him and held him more firmly so she could kiss him back. In the back of her mind she heard the small voice warning her that he could be just the love her and leave her type.

"'Scuse me.. table for one or two?" Brady swished past to grab a menu for them, carrying a pot of steaming coffee in the other hand.

"Two.." Indigo smiled a little and glanced at the guy with the coffee in his hand and then looked back to Rase, that voice still whispering for her to not let herself get too attached to him.

Brady's blond hair fell down into his eyes a little as he nodded to the empty booth at the back. "Right back here. How's the road tonight? Any cool accidents and stuff?" He hadn't met the girl, but he knew Raser well enough from his frequent coffee stops.

Rase raised an eyebrow at the boy and gave Indigo an apologetic glance. He spoke up but only for a moment. "Off the clock, but it seems the road's pretty clear tonight," he said, hinting to back off as he play-punched the younger boy on the way past.

She followed the two men towards the booth in the back, just quietly watching them interact. It was clear they knew each other at least a little. Her fingers held lightly to Rase's hand and she took a better look at the younger blonde, wondering if he was someone whom Rase would 'brag' to about his night with the stripper -that stupid voice wouldn't stop warning her that he was too good to be the real thing.

The young man cleared his throat quietly and shut up. If he was off the clock, it was his business, but this chic was way too hot to ignore - he couldn't help but gawk a little as he set down two cups on their table and filled them. Now he was wondering if Flo was busy in the back, now that his mind was wandering. "I'll be back. You want the usual or something special tonight?"

"Lady's choice," Rase said, not missing a beat and watching Braeden's temperature rise visibly. "Maybe some ice water while we think about it, okay?"

It wasn't on purpose, but it was natural for In to move in ways that showed off her form. She was sensual and seductive without even trying and those who were paying attention would get the delight of watching her stretch and curl down onto the bench of the booth. "Ice water sounds good to start.. then you can tell me about the usual.." She winked over her shoulder and slowly turned, easing herself into place and waiting for Rase to follow next to her.

Brady tilted and followed her motions without thinking much about it. Daaaaaamn.. "Um, Flo.. got two on twelve. I gotta go in back a sec." Okay, he was losing it big time right now and needed to go take care of business.

Rase laughed out loud at them both and settled into the booth next to Indigo. "Take your time Brady, we're not in any hurry. Like I said... off the clock." Once the blond boy was away from the table he nuzzled in closer. "The usual is meant for double shifts and cast-iron stomachs. Think you can handle it?"

Oh that voice in her head was at war with every fiber of her being.. she wanted Rase.. not just for tonight but to be 'hers'. She smiled, tickling under his chin a little. "I'd rather just handle you.. but I'm pretty tough.. I think I can take what you've got."

"Hmm.. maybe I better get it anyway... so I can keep up," he hummed, nearly purring at her 'petting'. "You are tough, but soft in all the right ways," he teased, squeezing her leg lightly under the cover of the table.

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[Lovely]

October 21, 2008
12:15am
The 'Palace'

Raser was off shift finally and able to dress down back in his usual jeans. He was snuggled into a well loved grey hoodie tonight and hoped Indigo didn't mind the level of cazh and calm over the usual thumping flash of the club.

She'd finished her set, changed and was waiting only a few minutes before Rase arrived to pick her up. She was in her dressing room, drinking a bottled water to rehydrate what her set had taken out of her when he knocked softly and opened the door a crack to let her know it was him. The room was small so she met him at the door, pulling it open to see him in the hoodie and her face lit up. He was just.. cute! Absolutely adorable and she giggled, lightly throwing herself at him and just 'squishing' him.

He laughed just as adorably as she greeted him - apparently she didn't mind at all. "Hmm... yeah, after a long night hauling slag and detox fodder, comfy's definitely the way to go. I like this."

She giggled, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling into his hood, giving him little kisses on his cheek. "Mmmmm comfy.." She sighed out with a smile, just truly happy to see him, the adorable part was a bonus.

"Mmmhmm, wow, these too... liking these too," he said, snuggling back and slowly letting the tension of the day fade.

She liked the snuggles and the way his arms felt wrapped around her. "Mmm babe.. how about I try to make the rest of your night better, hmmm?" She had some ideas forming in her head of how they could relax and unwind together.

He sighed. "Sure... no beer, no passing out and no... um.. how about I'll just say 'staying well and upright'?" He didn't want to think too much about the gunk he'd cleaned out of the back of the ambulance an hour before.

"What do you think about, you, me, a warm tub with lots of bubbles and... just relaxing..?" She asked him, her eyes and smile soft as she liked that idea, herself.

"No bubbles. Nothing that bubbles, gurgles or smells like antiseptic, please. Fire's good. I can do fire.... and coffee? Wine... do you like wine?" He was up for ideas that would take him anywhere but the white box on wheels for a while.

"Ummm okaaay.. not bubble bath.. umm I don't have a fire place at my apartment.. we could set the building on fire?" She chuckled a little, sort of at a loss since her big plan for a quiet cozy time didn't sit well with him. "Wine.. sure, I like wine.. how about, whatever you'd like to do, wherever you'd like to do it.. as long as I can take my shoes off soon."

"Kick 'em off. We can start here," he smiled. From under the hood of his sweatshirt it seemed to glow. "It's been a rough night is all. Must be the college kids ... not knowing their limits, you know? I was up to my elbows a while with the power wash. Not big on soap tonight. But wine... and you...," he leaned down to scoop her off her feet. "I think I can handle for a while."

"Just for a while? Hmm you poor baby, it must have been a rough night." She pouted, teasing him but sympathetic at the same time, her arms wrapped around his neck as he scooped her up. "Your place or mine?" She smiled, wiggling her feet slightly as she peeked into his hood at him.

"Yours if that's okay. Stat's off shift and I'll like to near kill him if he even talks to me right now. Not good," he sighed. Tense... he was way too tense.

"Maybe we should send my roomate over to see him.. I get like that with her sometimes." She smiled and nodded, her hands slowly working his shoulders a little. "Mmm yeah.. you need some tlc and I think I might have some of that I saved up special just for you." She kissed the corner of his mouth softly.

That he could manage a long while. Rase sighed, returning the kiss, dark green eyes looking out sadly for her help like a puppy wanting petting. "Don't encourage him. I'm hoping he's over checking on that Montgomery chic, but for his sake... no. Don't do that to your roomate either - that's just evil." He laughed a little.

"Ohhh I didn't realize he had a girlfriend.. oops!" She giggled a little. "Mm okay no sending Bia after him.. It's alright, if she's home she'll leave us be.. we can hide out in my room with candles, wine and each other.."

"Bia? Bianca the Red? Ohh man, I had no idea. She's your roommate? I know someone that would flip for her... if he ever gets his thumb outta his ass enough to notice. How is she with guys like that?"

She giggled a little harder and nodded her head. "Yep, that's my girl!" Her smile was bright and she didn't mind that he knew who Bia was by her acts on stage. "Well if you think he can handle her, she'd probably like a guy who'd flip for her. Is he a jerk? Cause we get alot of those in this job, she's not like super soft or anything but a guy who will treat her good and is not afraid to show and let her know he likes her. Bia is pretty fiesty and 'tough' but you know she still likes to hear a compliment now and then. How far up is his thumb?"

"Um... jerk depends on who you ask. He's actually our brother, so I can't go too hard on him, but man, he needs to loosen up... blow that plug, you know? Not that... I don't mean that Bianca should lower herself for that kinda thing, but if she liked him?"

In nodded and reached her finger to shush him a little as he tried to cover for the way his one comment sounded. "It's alright, I know what you mean and if they hit it off, well I'm sure she'll more than blow his plug.. I mean that does happen sometimes when you really like someone."

"I wouldn't know," he chuckled, obvious in the lie that turned his cheeks a little darker in their shadow. "I'm willing to test that theory."

Her fingers reached to brush over the heat that turned his cheeks a little darker, caressing tenderly and gazing at his handsome face. "Maybe we should.. just to see. Test that theory before we set them up and find out it doesn't work."

"Set him up anyway. Get him out of the house too? Then I'll change the locks while they're both gone... then it's just you and me and... " Her touch pulled him closer to stop talking and start 'testing', kissing lightly. "Let's get these shoes off to start and keep adding to the pile."

"mmm don't.. you.. think.. we should.. wait till we.. get to.. my place..? Unless.. you want to.. test that theory.. right here.." Her words were punctuated by sweet lingering kisses that teased his mouth to keep going.

"Mm... I'll do this, you drive..," he said, following each with a nibble of his own. Though it was tempting, he was still holding her and was likely to drop her soon. He gently put her back on her feet. "Your place... let's go."