C-C-C-C Cinnamon Lips [C.C]

[Prudence]

Everything was going to hell. Business at the Saloon was slowing down and it was because of that new building across the street. Silks. At first, Pru had thought it was some other night club, which would get lost in the sea of the others like it, but she had learned real quick that Silk was not a club. Not the dancing kind anyways.

The guys that usually came to her saloon came to relax and let loose. Sometimes they'd just piss their money away on booze, but the real fun nights had guys out and out decking the other. Now, they went to Silks to relax. Pru had Annie scope it out for her one night and what Annie said made her cackle. She hadn't been worried at first, but as nights turned into weeks and then a month, Pru was noticing that business was slowing down at High Noon and business was increasing at Silks. Seemed guys wanted to get a piece of *** over a broken nose most nights of the week. Guys were lame. And weak. Most problems could be fixed with a nice bullet to the brain, or in the human world a good sock to the face.

But she took it in stride knowing new things wouldn't last forever and that everyone who liked her saloon would come back and bring her money too. But tonight, something put her mood off. A group of bachelors came in her bar, drunker than a skunk and started messing with her few, loyal regulars. Trash talking her older clients, interrupting conversations and even trying to pick a fight with a couple college kids Pru had got to know every Friday night. And they smelled like they had a really good time tonight. And the first thing that came to this red head's mind was Silks.

Her canines started to grind together, before Pru tossed a rag down on the bar and let out an order. "Get the hell up outta my saloon before we have a real serious problem." The red head then craned her neck to a sign that appeared threatening with a shot gun she had found when trying to take out a thug boss when they were going around claiming turf a few months back. "You can't really shoot us." One of the guys said. What a smart ***! "No? Ya mean ya don't think I know how to handle that up there?" Pru moved closer to the gun, just as two of her bouncers, the more cool headed of her staff did what they were hired to do. "******* stupid." Pru growled, then grabbed her small hand gun named Bessie. She had **** to sort out and it started with Silks.

As she made sure she had a fully loaded clip in the gun, Pru stormed out of her saloon and headed over to Silks. She was going to have a "talk" with the owner and come to an agreement. She'd try and be nice at first, but if **** didn't work out the polite way, like Sophia was trying to tell her, then **** would have to go her way. Pru shoved her way past the guy at the door as he tried to stop her, then opened the door to Silks and felt her jaw drop. "Holy ****." She'd never seen anythnig like it.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

She'd been hired in with the promise of money and ownership if she improved business enough, and so she'd packed up her belongings and moved to the two-bit town called Harper Rock. First off she'd simply attended the club each night and sat in a corner and watched as the men trickled in and trickled out, nothing to hold their attention. In fact, it seemed they liked the shitty hole across the street that was some sort of theme bar from what she'd been able to make out. However, from what she knew about men - they were only going there because of a gimmick. If the place she was at had a gimmick, then they'd stay put and come in from miles around. It was simple, it was easy, it was why she was here.

She started off by getting the owner to change the name to Silks, then she had a couple of poles installed and a few private rooms out the back and up the stairs. She basically turned it into a strip and lapdance club and a brothel as well for those women who wanted the big money. It was cheesey, it was tackey, it was dark and it was glittery. It was the perfect place for her to hole herself up in and do her thing to the best of her ability.

She loved the feeling of it all. The eyes on her. The hands on her. The pole sliding along her bare, muscular skin. The air swishing past her as she spun around. The preparation before hand of putting on the body glitter, the makeup, the tan. It was like a full body workout that she was paid to do while being lavished with attention and gifts. She'd never had an issue getting men to help her out or buy her things - mostly because she would sleep with anyone if it got her one step closer to where she wanted to be. Yet she wasn't stupid by any means and had a very shrewd mind.

Tonight she ws performing up on the main stage - headlining if you would. She was dressed in the bare minimum to start with, in her little bikini, tied top and micro ruffle skirt with the classic stripper heels made of glass. The music was on and she was halfway through her performance and the outfit was getting smaller and smaller as pieces were being deposited on the stage and out to certain members of the jeering audience.

Her plan had worked and the tiny trickle in and out had become a tidal wave in. They were at capacity every weekend and it fluctuated just below throughout the week. She smiled and winked down at their new regulars, flirting from up there on the pole so that more money was slipped her way and they came back time and again. Her body twisted and her muscles tightened to spin her around at the top of the pole to face some more of her regulars and ensure they got as much of a show as the rest.

Up and down the pole she slid in well practiced and impressive moves. She knew that she was one of the best in the business and she'd been showing why and how she was every single night she'd been here to ensure the business grew with a bang. Her legs lifted away from the pole and then up over her head into a held scorpian pose - her hands gripped tightly to the pole and all her muscles tight so that she was out at 90 degrees from the pole. It was a bloody hard move to do and one which took a lot of muscle control to achieve. She gave a seductive look out to the crowd as her tongue ran smoothly over her lips, a smirk flickering on her face as she saw a slightly ragged woman with red hair burst through the door and then simply stare at her. She thought she'd seen the woman somewhere before, but she couldn't quite pinpoint it. So she just blew the woman a kiss, sent her a wink and continued on with her set.

[Cliff Worthington]

Cliff tore down the road to the saloon, his bike growling and snarling as he went. He love the sound of the machine. He had been out to the junkyard for the most part of the day, looking for more things he could buy and drag out to the cabin to fix up. He had came up empty handed this time, but that was mostly due to Marty acting like a dumb *** and nearly getting himself crushed. Idiot could kill a vampire, but couldn't pay attention to what he was doing.

Cliff was glad to get the hell away from the man for once, he was driving him crazy and Cliff had been half tempted to kill the fool, but it wouldn't do him much good, Marty has proven to be quite useful at times. Cliff pulled over and stopped at a gas station. Unscrewing the cap, Cliff stuck the nozzle of the pump into the tank and started filling it up. Taking a few steps away, Cliff pulled out his phone and quickly typed out a message to his wife “Will be at the Saloon as soon as I fill the bike's gas tank. Love ya”

Cliff clicked send and slipped over to his bike, looking at the counter on the pump, he waited a little longer and stopped the pump and screwed the cap back on. Cliff went into the station and payed for the fuel, chatting with the man behind the counter. Cliff handed over a card to his radio station saying “Yeah, advertisement prices are cheap, give us a call and we'll figure out something for you.” Flashing the human a smile, Cliff strolled out of the station and stopped dead in his tracks. Parked behind his bike was Marty in a rusty old pickup truck.

Walking over to the truck, Cliff noticed a couple boxes in the back and then over at Marty with a puzzled look on his face for a few moments, this his eyes widened as he realized what was in the back of the truck. Cliff quickly moved to the side of the truck and opened a box and pulled out a shot glass, with “High Noon Saloon” printed across it, with the saloon's logo. He sorted through the boxes, finding the other glasses, napkins, and a few other items. In another box, Cliff found a neon sign he had special ordered.

Closing the boxes, Cliff walked over to his bike and climbed on top of it, kick starting it into life. Revving it up, the bike shook with hunger as it growled and snarled. Cliff motioned for Marty to follow behind him, and sped off towards the Saloon. Skipping the front parking and headed straight for the back entrance to unload the boxes of supplies and stuff.

Stepping off his bike, he reached for his phone to check it, then slipped it back into his pocket, nudging out the kickstand on his bike and letting it lean. Marty pulled in, and nearly hit his bike. Cliff gave the human a hard glare, and the man just grinned and jumped out of the truck: “Sorry Boss, you know I wouldn't hit that bike” the human said. Cliff just ignored him and went to the back of the pickup and pulled out a couple boxes, supporting them with one arm, he moved to the back of the saloon and using his key, opened the back door and quickly moved to the storage room, setting the boxes down, then stepped aside as Marty placed down a couple boxes. After making a few trips, all the boxes were inside and Cliff shut and locked the door.

With Marty at his side, Cliff walked into the Saloon and looked around for a few moments, a frown on his face. He didn't see his wife anywhere, and he felt tension in the air. His eyes scanned the room once more and quietly took his place behind the bar, giving Marty a nod, and the human quickly slipped to a table near the door and sat down. Cliff fixed the human a drink and had a bar waitress take it to the man. His eyes turned to glance at the shotgun, noting that it was still in place, and nothing looked out of place, but where would his wife be? Picking up a rag, he started to wipe down the bar, chatting with a few patrons about the goings on in the city, hearing the same things that he had been hearing for the past few months.

Finally breaking down, Cliff asked one of the bouncers, who told him what had happened, and that his wife had left the bar. Cliff merely shook his head, and figured that if she needed him, he'd be getting a call or text. He knew very well that woman was capable of handling things herself. That was what he loved about her.

Cliff relaxed a bit after that and continued to wash down the bar top and the few glasses there were, listening to a conversation about the new place. Cliff didn't like those places too much. Especially since it was taking business from his wife and him. Cliff looked up and at Marty, motioning for the human to come to him. Leaning forward, Cliff whispered in the human's ear, and giving a nod, Marty was off and out of the saloon, heading towards the rival business.

[Prudence]

Gross. That was the only thing she could think of when the woman blew Pru a kiss. She was not down for most kinds of love and that was certainly not anything she'd be down with. She didn't think. Pru scratched at her cheek and let her eyes move away from the woman on stage as she took in her surroundings. The places was sorta classy, in the cheap, sex-smelling, neon lights kinda thing. If you were in to that. There were a couple bouncers watching the place and the dancers from time to time, guys everywhere and women in tiny outfits with drinks on some serving platter making their rounds. A whistle was heard and some guy was trying to offer the woman who had blown her a kiss some money as he started to scramble up the stage.

He was eventually pulled off the stage and drug out of a side door, the man holding a look of fascination, obsession and perhaps even love on his face. "Disgusting." Pru grumped while she headed over to the bar and took a seat at it. Love, or the concept of it was a very mortal thing. While there were a few things she "loved" [read: felt strongly about] Pru rarely said she loved anything or acknowledged it. In her eyes, spending so much time in a concept that made people feel special in this world, got those people in big trouble. Drooling Douchebag was a prime example of it there.

"What can I get ya, Sugar?" Some blond tart asked her from behind the bar. "The name of the owner? Or at least someone I can talk to about business." Pru sat back on the tall, metal bar stool and let her eyes move away from tart number 1, to tart number 2, on the stage. "If you're looking for a dancing job, we're not hiring." Pru let her jaw drop as she spun her attention back to tart number 1."Yo, lady. Do I look like I dance?" It was meant to be an insult, but the woman behind the counter flipped it back on her. "No, you really don't." Pru felt her temper start to rise and she slowly lifted her *** off the chair and put her palms on the counter as the woman went on. She pointed her finger to the woman on stage. "You'll want to speak to Cinnamon up there. I'm sure she can help you once she's done. If anyone can help you." The woman muttered the last bit before bouncing off with a fake laugh to some guys at the end of the counter. This place had to be destroyed.

At least that was her first thought. Until Pru refocused her line of vision on this Cinnamon lady. Or better known as tart number 2. What Pru had originally thought was disgusting, became kinda impressive. What was that thing that Sophia was always telling her? Look past some **** and see if there was something worth value or something like that. Prudence watched her doing her slut routine on the pole and swallowed down another insult as she tried to look past that. What was once moves of cheap lust and thrills turned in to something with potential. Pru imagined the woman had to be pretty physically fit to be swinging all around on that pole with her arms and her legs like that. And the men loved her. She was an asset. A good one. One that could maybe be used.

She had to get her attention and so, Pru pulled out one hundred bucks, strode over to the woman and slapped it on the dance stage. "Ya do any private time?" She crossed her arms at her chest and let the one hundred bucks stay there, as she blocked the path of the guys trying to get tar-Cinnamon's attention. "Piss off." She lifted a foot and kicked at a chair as some guy grabbed at her shoulder to try and get her away from the stage. Where he landed, she didn't care.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

A grin crossed her face as she saw the look of distaste on the woman's face after she'd blown the kiss towards her. She did so love to tease and wind up the ones who thought they were straight or uptight or whatever. It was like a hobby for her truth be told. Find the most uptight person in a place and flirt and seduce until by the end of the night they were on a podium, stripped to their underwear, grinding with a dancer. It was hilarious to watch and even better if you took them home and got to see the look of horror, revulsion and nausea cross their faces at the realisation of what they'd done the night before.

Her thighs gripped the pole tightly as she crossed her legs at the knees before letting go with her hands to drop backwards and look at the crowd upside down. Her long cinnamon coloured hair hung loose towards the ground, flicked that way as she dropped back and exuding a waterfall of glitter that she'd sprayed on before her act. With the stage lights catching it and the stuff that still clung to her, she truely did look like something out of Twilight that had stepped into the full sun and was on show for the world to see. As a man tried to get on stage she smiled at him and shook her shoulders, shimmying as he was led forcibly away by the bouncers.

She continued on with her act, releasing her thighs a little so that she slid easily down the pole in a backwards dive position. Her hands touched the stage and her legs unwrapped from the pole to tumble over her head in a well controlled cartwheel that brought her straight up and to her feet in a lithe, undulating movement that was a little like a body roll. Her set was almost finished as th same woman from earlier approached the stage again and slapped a $100 onto it, asking for private time. CC smirked and nodded her head before running at the pole, tumbling onto her hands and pushing off the stage so that her legs connected on either side and held on. Her body then lifted up in turn so her hands grasped it. Her legs let go and continued the somersault to roll up the vertical pole, legs over head.

It was time for her big finish, so she held it at the top and brought her entire body out like a star shape - holding it 90 degrees to the pole. She drew herself closer to it and placed the pole on her lower stomach and brought her knees around it and up to her chest. Letting go with her hands, she released the tension a little and slid all the way to the ground at a fair speed, tensing her legs around it at the last minute as if they were brakes to stop herself inches from the ground. She unwrapped to the whoops and cheers of the crowd and gave them a couple of hand flourished bows to thank them. The money that was being thrown onto the stage would be picked up by one of the stage hands, so she wasn't worried about it in the slightest. Instead she ignored the other offers for private time - despite some of them being for more than the $100 offered by the woman. Partly because she was sure that the $100 wasn't all the woman had to offer, it was simply her opening offer. Partly because she wanted to see what she could do to her, how far she could push her before she found out what she really wanted.

Her hips swayed seductively, one hand resting upon the bare and glittering skin - the other swishing back and forth to accentuate the movement she was making. The outfit was left on the stage, having been removed earlier in the act, and she walked over to the woman and looked down at her with an alluring smile, her eyes bright and sparkling with mischieviousness. Her hand reached out and touched the woman's shoulder as she circled her - like a lion stalking it's prey - her finger trailing across the woman's back and all the way to the other shoulder before it was removed. She'd looked the woman over, and she was fairly attractive - if a little unkempt and unloved. With a bit of time, care and attention, CC was sure she could bring out the best in the woman. She stepped around, against and in front of her and pressed a sudden kiss to her lips, her own plump and covered in lip balm massaging against the others which seemed a little chapped and in need of the balm.

Stepping away with a light and bright chuckle, she let her fingers catch the other woman's and led her away from the stage and the gawping men. Around it went and then up the stairs that lit up as you stepped on each stair - mostly to alert the bouncers when someone was going upstairs, in case they shouldn't be. Weaving through a little maze of a corridor and rooms, CC swayed her bare hips and kept her fingers tangled with the others until they came to their destination. CC stepped inside first and waited for her guest to follow inside, and once she was - she shut the door behind her so they'd have some privacy. She showed her guest to a seat and smiled as she put on some music and then headed for the seat. She lifted her leg up and over her guest's knees before straddling her so that they were face to face and her arms were over the opposite's shoulders, one hand holding the other's wrist to make a necklace.

"So then sexy. What can I do for you tonight? I've not seen you in here before - certainly not for me at least!"

She let out another seductive chuckle as her hips circled almost imperceptibly in their own, secret dance.

[Cliff Worthington]

Marty had been standing just in the entrance of Silks. It didn't take him long to spot Pru, He could pick her out easily, anywhere. His eyes didn't linger on the vampire for too long, returning to the woman upon the stage. He had heard word about her from quite a few of the human males he talked to, but she didn't interest him too much at the current time. He had a job to do, and if he fucked it up, he'd be dead before the night was over.

Cliff slipped out from behind the bar and moved off to the office to file a few papers and check on job applications. He quietly scanned through them and sorted them into piles for Pru to check on later. It was so boring around here with Pru, but he wasn't about to leave the bar unattended, especially with a rival taking all his business.

Marty looked up as a woman approached him, and he gave her his goofy grin, which seemed to attract a few females, but not many. It wasn't hard to figure out what she wanted with him, and Marty turned out his pockets to show he had no money on him, and he wasn't really interested. He was only there to watch what was going on. The woman was polite, but left shortly after, and Marty didn't care. He kept his eyes on the woman on the pole, every now and then moving his eyes over to watch Pru, in case she needed back up.

Cliff had slipped out of the office and to the game part of the room with a key in hand. He knew most of the men back there, and knew they came here often, so why not treat them to free games? Cliff stood back and watched what was going on, and when the final ball sunk, Cliff stopped them, and unlocked the pool table so they could play for free all night. The men thanked him, and Cliff just nodded his head. One man even Challenger him to a game, and Cliff grinned at that, taking a pool stick in hand.

Marty had gotten totally distracted by the woman on the poll now, and the next time he turned to check to see if Pru was alright, she was no longer at the bar. His eyes quickly darted around the establishment for a few moments, spotting Pru soon after making her way towards the stage. This puzzled Marty, he didn't know Pru liked these sorts of places, or even liked women. If she did, then he was even more envious of Cliff. Leaning back in his chair, Marty continued to watch the events fold out, watching Pru kick the chair that the man sat in, then slap down the money. He wasn't close enough to hear what words the woman exchanged. This was going to be interesting gossip to tell Cliff when he reported back. His eyes only widen as he watched the women leave and enter a private room. He didn't know how Cliff was going to take this though, and he really didn't want to tell him.

The game of pool only lasted a few moments. He wiped the floor with his competitor, then again, Cliff was a vampire, and before that, Cliff spent many a times in bars after cage fights, playing pool and drinking, getting to be very good at the game. He declined another game with a laugh and made his way back behind the bar, his eyes glancing up at the door every now and then to see if Pru or Marty walked back in. He didn't like the tension he felt in the air earlier tonight. He knew the wild streak Pru had, and he hoped she didn't do something reckless, especially if he wasn't there to have fun as well.

[Prudence]

Pru watched the woman and waited for a reply. She wondered if her face looked disgusted while the red head waited for some sort of reply from the pole dancer. It was a damn shame the woman only knew how to use her body to appeal to lust instead of using it for something more. She had to be physically fit and had great legs [[no one could deny that]], but to short change herself seemed a pity. Which was part of the problem. She was competition and if it had been legit competition, Pru might have carried herself in a different manner and might have actually been more friendly with the woman. Instead of being all business.

While she was all business, it seemed the woman wasn't. She actually thought Prudence was interested in her and that made the red head snort. She ignored the naked part while the woman was still on stage, because she was working and in all honesty Pru could acknowledge the woman's physique. She had very few [[if any]] imperfections. Perhaps she wasn't the most prettiest woman in the place, but she certain was one of the most physically fit. She definitely had under five percent body fat, which was an impressive feat. When Pru noticed that she was staring for too long, she moved her eyes away and saw a few male eyes on her. They had pegged her for a lesbian and even hooped and hollered when Cinnamon came off the stage and circled around Prudence.

When the hand was on her shoulder, Pru shivered in disgust and then stared at the woman when she made her way in front of her. Some guys were goading the stripped by shouting repeatedly "kiss, kiss!" Most men were definitely the more idiotic and easily pleased gender. Probably about eighty percent of the male population. "We're not gonna-" Pru was about to set them all straight when Cinnamon did just what all the men in the strip joint wanted her to do. Pru resisted the urge to cold **** the lady right then and there and leave the strip joint. It was hard though, but her business was in jeopardy and mostly because of this tart right here.

The red head almost stomped to the back room as Cinnamon took her hand like they were girlfriends [[the eating your face off kind]] in the buff. Once again, Pru took in the figure of the woman and found herself impressed again. She wondered if she was in such good shape. Not that she could do anything about that now because of the dead thing, but Pru couldn't help but feel a little envious of the woman leading her around the club. After Pru got a seat, the stripper made herself comfortable on her lap and that was when Pru lost her ****. "Gross! I don't really want a dance. I wanted to talk." Pru put her hands out to push the woman off her, but then remembered the naked factor. "Can ya go sit somewhere else?" Pru retracted her hands before letting them touch the woman what so ever.

"Look, I wanted to talk to ya about what ya did here. And offer ya a proposition." Pru tried to get up, to force the stripper woman off her lap. "Of business. Nothing else."Then Pru remembered that she had to try and be more nice. That her words sometimes seemed threatening or trolling. "Where's you gym membership at?"Pru hoped that was nice. To her it would be the best compliment ever.

[Cinnamon Cherrywhip]

She'd barely started to grid on the woman when she spoke and said that she didn't actually want a dance. CC frowned and paused in her movements, looking at the woman under her in confusion. However, a slight smirk crossed her face as she watched the hands move to push her off and then retract before making contact. The woman obviously wasn't happy with the whole naked thing and she wondered if it was because she wasn't entirely happy in her own sexuality. Perhaps with a little help, the woman would open up, relax and let the real her out. She leant in to kiss her again, her hand caressing her cheek softly and the woman struggled to stand up. CC hadn't been expecting her to try and stand up, so when it happened she lost her balance - and with a look of surprise on her face she slid off the woman's knee and landed on her ***, on the floor.

She recovered quickly though and rolled onto her knees, pushing down so that she knelt up to put her head at the height of the woman's lower stomach. Gently she let her hands trail over the other's calves, her fingers touching and teasing her bare legs and now and again lifting to her outer thigh with a smirk as she spoke and answered the questions posed.

"A business proposition? I thought you'd already done that downstairs, with the $100? As for a gym membership - you've seen my act. I've barely any need for a gym. I am my own weights and the pole and the music do the rest. Now, why don't you just relax and let me show you some more of my skills hmm?"

Her voice was deeper than you'd normally expect to find on a female, but it wasn't so deep as to become masculine. It was like a rich, silky chocolate than slid from her lips with a little purr on certain words. A hint of an unplaceable accent tinged the ends of some words and gave her voice more of an exotic feel to it, adding to the mystery that was CC.

"Come on now baby. Give yourself over to me and let me show you how good things can be!"

Her hands lifted from the woman's legs and teased at the top of her skirt. Lowering it a little she revealed some more of the pale, pale flesh beneath it, widening the gap between the tank and skirt, and pressed a kiss right below her belly button.

[Cliff Worthington]

Marty sat there for a moment to process what all he seen, then standing, the man made his way out of Silks. He didn't know what to tell Cliff just happened. He didn't know Pru too well, and he did know Cliff and his anger issues. Scratching his head in thought he quickly crossed the street and entered the saloon, quickly looking around for Cliff.

Cliff was behind the bar, washing a couple shot glasses out ad filled them up. Two college kids were on a roll tonight, trying to out do each other shot for shot. Cliff was enjoying watching the show, and was waiting for a fight to break out between the two. He wanted to see a fight right now. Cliff heard the door open, and his eyes glanced up and notice Marty walk in, quickly motioning the man over to him.

Marty nodded and followed the gesture, walking with Cliff into the back room to discuss what he had seen. “Well Boss,” Marty started “Pru is over there all right. Seen her myself” Marty grew silent then.

Cliff listened to the words, the replied: “Did you now? What was she doing there? Not causing trouble was she?”

Marty gave a half hearted shrug “Well, she did kick one dudes chair, but other then that, no trouble in that way..” Marty diverted his eyes now, he didn't want to continue. He had no clue what Cliff would do with the next bit of information

Cliff cocked a brow now, a puzzled look on his face: “Why the hell would she kick some dude's chair? Was he coming onto her or something?”

Marty shook his head a bit: “No Boss, I think he was trying to push her out of the way to get to this girl. Pru kicked his chair, and gave the girl some money, not sure how much. Then the girl kissed her and they went into the back room. I don't know what they talked about before hand, wasn't close enough. Couldn't get a good look at their faces either to tell if Pru enjoyed it or not”

Cliff's entire body froze now, and his blood begun to boil with the rage of a Killer. His entire aura pulsing, giving off a dangerous vibe. Fists clenching, he stared hard at Marty, teeth clenched: “Are you sure about what you seen?” he muttered, trying hard not to release his rage right then. Marty didn't do anything wrong, and shouldn't be punished.

Marty looked up and stared Cliff in the eyes, and gave one nod of his head: “Yes Boss, I'm sure of what I seen. I can tell you're pissed, so I'm going to get out of here, aight?” Marty turned to leave the back room.

Cliff's hand reached out quickly and captured the man's shoulder and gave a firm squeeze: “No, You stay here and watch the Saloon, I'm going to step over to Silks and take care of this myself. Things will change tonight, I promise that.”

Marty froze when he felt the hand upon his shoulder, turning his head to face Cliff as he listened to the words the man spoke. Giving a short nod of his head Marty replied: “Alright Boss, Don't get into too much trouble, all right”

Cliff flashed the man a grin and pushed him out the way and quickly left the back room. Marty following behind him. Cliff locked the door to the back room and tossed Marty the key to it. Giving a nod to a couple of people, he silently left the Saloon and made his way across the street to Silks, his aura still pulsed danger as he entered.

Cliff recoiled when the scents of the place hit him. He already started to hate the place. A small girl started to approach him, but froze and turned. Cliff smirked at that, it was exactly what he wanted. He wanted them to be afraid of him. Taking a few more steps into the club, a bouncer quickly approached him. Cliff just cocked his head to the side, rage flickering behind his eyes. He felt sorry for this human, but he had to get answers. His right hand reached out and caught the man by the collar of the shirt and quickly lifted him up off the ground: “Red head, came in here a short time ago, went into the back room with another chick, Where?” He kept his words simple. The Bouncer started to protest, but Cliff's grip tightened and the rage flared behind his eyes, his aura pounding the dangerous vibe out.

The bouncer didn't last long and quickly pointed to the door. Cliff nodded and thanked the man, slipping a fifty into the front of the man's shirt pocket after he dropped the man to his feet. Heading towards where the man pointed. He didn't know what the hell he was about to walk in on, but he wasn't going to leave this place without someone dieing. He already had that set in his mind. He told his wife, that he'd kill her if he found her with another person, or he'd kill whoever came onto her. She was his, and he was hers.

Cliff stood there. He didn't even notice the stairs when he went up them, or any of the other bouncer shouting at him. His nose quickly caught the scent of his wife, and he pushed the door open and begun to follow it, one step at a time, hand moving down to his waist band, feeling the blade hidden there. With each step, he came closer, and the scent of his wife increased. His rage and anger blocked out everything, and the only thing in his line of sight was the door, and he stood there, murder behind his eyes, hand pressing the door open wide to expose what was hidden behind it.

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[Prudence]

Things were getting out of control, but Pru kept her cool as best as she could. She sat there and listened to the woman try and do her seductive, sexual things, but didn't return anything to her but a smile. As the woman lowered Prudence's skirt, the red head allowed it, since it seemed to be the way the woman knew how to communicate. If it made her happy to see it, well, Prudence wouldn't stop her. Happy people would do what you wanted them to do, right?

Until the woman kissed her stomach and then Prudence lost her ****. With a quick jerk up, the woman was pushed up off Prudence's lap. "I don't want ya. Not like that." Prudence huffed and tugged her tank top down lower to try and cover herself up a little bit as she went on hollering. "I want ya to work for me. Ya obviously got skills and can draw in a crowd."

It was about that time that the door flew open and there was Cliff. Her husband. Prudence groaned, knowing that the situation was going to get bad really quick. "Cliff, it's just business." Prudence put a finger up before hopping over the human woman to put a barrier between the woman and her husband. She didn't wait to try and get his attention off the woman as Prudence shoved the raised hand to his chest and tried to push him backwards. "For us. The saloon. Cinnamon is gonna work for us and get us some clients." Prudence spoke quick, trying to defuse the murderous undertones she saw on him. The look in his eyes, the posture of his body and his facial expressions. "It'll be good for everyone. Right Cinnamon?" Prudence kept a hand on his shoulder as she looked back to the woman she practically threw off her lap in her quick actions.