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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 11, 2013 20:58:57 GMT -8
The sun beat down on Jack's head as she drove down the I-15 freeway with the top of her Jeep down. The wind blew through her hair and sweat ran down the side of her face. The new Lady Gaga single blasted from her speakers as she pulled out her iPhone in its bubblegum pink case. She flicked through her contacts and tapped Reagan's number. She didn't bother turning down her stereo, so when Reagan answered she shouted, "YO REA MAH BOYYYYYYYY!" she could almost feel him flinching at her loud greeting, "HEEEEYYY BUDDY! PACK YOUR BAGS, BUDDY!" He asks her why in a state of confusion and she responds, "BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO VEGAS BABY!" She laughs loudly and starts singing to the song and lets out a "WOOOO!" before hanging up the phone.
Shortly after, she reaches a Motel 6 right off the freeway in Barstow, California where she found out Reagan was staying. She pulls into the parking lot, jumps out of the car, flips her aviators on top of her head and knocks on Reagan's room's door. Reagan opens up and she gives him a big hug, "HEY BUDDY! How's it going? You're not busy, right? Let's get those bags of yours in my car and get going! I wanna make it there in time to check in and still have time to hit up the clubs!" She invites herself in and once they've gotten all his things together, she helps him put his luggage in her car and they take off, driving under the golden california sun. Jack blasts various trashy pop music and obscure dance music, signing along the entire way there. "Oh MAN this is going to be FANTASTIC! I love Vegas, man. I haven't even been there yet since I've turned 21! I can't wait to finally hit up all the clubs and drink to my heart's content!" She chuckles in excitement.
By the time they reach Vegas, the night is lit with flashing lights and neon signs. They pull up to the Aria Hotel and Casino valet booth and climb out of the car. She hands the driver her keys and the concierge loads their bags onto a baggage trolley. She checks them in with one of her various credit cards and they are given two room keys. They walk into their Aria 2 bedroom suite and gawk at the luxurious atmosphere. A complimentary bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries sit on the dining table and their large window in the living room displays a breathtaking view of the Las Vegas strip.
Jack gives the luggage boy a tip and she closes the door behind him. "Wow I have no idea what I would do without this thing," Jack says, throwing down her copy of "Bobby Singer's How To Commit Credit Card Fraud for Dummies!" from her purse onto the kitchen counter as she walks over to the window to admire the view. "So. How about we put our bags away and head on down to…" She pulls out a small pamphlet displaying half naked men in compromising positions, "…Hunk City. Wow they couldn't have thought of a better name? Whatever. Supposedly it's the best in town." She throws down the pamphlet on top of her credit card fraud book and smiles at Reagan.
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Post by Reagan on Sept 11, 2013 22:49:36 GMT -8
Oh Jesus, Reagan thought to himself still holding his phone to his ear. Vegas? Sin City? Where the saying is what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? He'd actually never been and to him the city sounded like a far off fantasy. He looked down at the paperwork in front of him. It was all scribbles and notes on loose college rule paper. He'd been hunting pretty consistently for awhile, effectively juggling multiple cases at once in order to stay constantly busy. He had trouble remembering the last time he'd taken a break. Rising from the table he gathered up his paperwork and set upon packing up.
Reagan was just finishing up putting his laptop away when he heard the knock on the door. He was a bit thrown by the smaller woman's hug but returned it happily. "Nope, not busy at all." He'd decided the research could wait until after he'd had a bit of fun. Throwing a backpack and a duffel over each shoulder he walks out to the jeep, dumping them in the back. He lets jack grab the last duffel and taking a large travel bag out from under the bed he takes it out to his own DeLorean and dumps it in the shallow trunk. Taking a set of keys out of his pocket he locks the gray car. After checking out of the hotel he ducks into the passenger seat of Jack's jeep, thankful she had the top down so he didn't have to bend to fit. The wind in his hair and good music pumping in the car made the drive extremely pleasant. Watching Jack talk about her hopes for the trip he grins. "I've never actually been." He mentions before looking back to the road. This is definitely going to be an experience and a half.
Reagan was in awe of the glimmering lights and the barely dressed people. While he'd spent most of his life in New York and other big cities there was definitely a difference between the others and Vegas. Walking through the hotel lobby Reagan found the party atmosphere intoxicating. Once in the room the big man made a bee line for the strawberries and champagne. Quickly he picked one of the decadent fruits and bit in. The smooth milk chocolate tasted beyond amazing and the man found his eyes rolling to the back of his skull with pleasure. Holding the rest of the strawberry in his mouth he set upon opening the champagne. Using the two glasses set next to the ice bowl he poured himself and Jack a glass. He finished off the first strawberry and immediately picked up another. Holding both glasses in one hand he walked over to Jack and handed her one.
"I fucking love strawberries," he murmured as he bit into the second piece. As he enjoyed the treat Reagan let out a little moan of pleasure. He was taking his first sip of champagne when Jack alerted him of the pleasant sounding "Hunk City". Surprised and thrown off he choked on the bubbly drink. Removing the glass from his lips he presses the back of his hand to his lips and coughs. Once he could breath again he looked up at Jack. His sexuality wasn't exactly a secret, or so he told himself, but he also didn't broadcast it. It took him a second to realize her choice of club didn't necessarily mean she knew. Reagan reminded himself that he didn't know which way Jack rolled, and that she could very well like the D and that was why she chose the club she did. But curious about how much she knew he smiled down at her. "Have I- Have I told you I like men?" He tilted his head to one side, a confused light in his eyes.
Reagan Williams
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Post by Jacklyn on Sept 12, 2013 7:55:25 GMT -8
Jack's face began to feel hot when she realized her quick assumptions may have offended her friend. She twirled the champagne glass nervously and struggled to maintain her cheery smile, "O-oh well, I mean, you do, right? I-I guess I kind of just assumed. I mean. The way you dress and talk. And that one time with Icarus I just. I'm sorry, I guess it was rude of me to make assumptions." Once Reagan reassured her that her assumption was correct, she perked back up with her face still a little red and shot the champagne down her throat. She let out a refreshed exhale, "This shit's good," she says, raising her empty glass and smiling at Reagan before setting it down. "Well let's get this show on the road, shall we?" She skipped up and grabbed her bags and threw them on the ground in the left bedroom. The adjourned downstairs and headed to the club.
The busy nightlife of Las Vegas dashed by them as they walked down the strip. Jack jetted her head back and forth, up and down at the scenery. She gawked at the scantily dressed women passing out fliers for various shows and events. Her excitement resembled that of a small puppy on its first walk. She turned to face Reagan, but continued walking sideways, "So Rea, tell me, how's life been treating you since we last met? Anything interesting happen?" She smiled and gave out a small chuckle, "I just got back from this very strange job. A group of witches were using black magic to make men fall in love with them temporarily. I guess they were a pretty lonely, jealous group of ladies. They were making married men cheat on their wife with them. They ruined a lot of marriages. I just don't understand how these people can be so selfish and mean." She closed her eyes and shrugged, "That's why I wanted to get the hell outta dodge and come to this grand city! Sin City! Who needs marriage when you have lovely men and women taking their clothes off for money?" She laughed, "So yeah, tell me how things have been for you!"
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Post by Reagan on Sept 29, 2013 22:23:22 GMT -8
At the mention of Icarus Reagan's eyes grew large and his cheeks became flush. He directed his eyes away from Jack, feeling a bit embarrassed she'd noticed. "It's alright," he said with a bit of a laugh. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and chugged down the rest of his champagne. "Heck ya it is," he agreed. Alcohol was expensive so Reagan didn't drink often, but he knew a good drink when he tasted it.
He picked up his bags and brought them to the other bedroom. Setting down his empty glass on the nightstand he tossed his bags on the bed. He was in the same hoodie and T-shirt he'd been in when Jack had picked him up. But now reaching into his duffle he quickly pulled out some of his nicer clothing, opting for a clean, white button up, suspenders and a bow tie. He stuffed his wallet into a back pocket and grabbed a cardigan before heading back into the shared living space where he followed Jack out the door.
Reagan matched Jack's curiosity and interest in their surroundings. It felt like the town was just one big party. Hearing Jack's voice call to him he directed his attention at her. He grimaced at the story she told. He always found spells of love the hardest to understand, because no matter how real it felt it was never true and Reagan found it hard to understand how someone could truly be or think they could be happy with that. He shook his head.
"I've been alright, kind of just plowing through cases. Haven't seen anything nearly exciting." He had noticed a serious of demon possessions that seemed to be related, but there was still plenty of research to be done on that. "I was glad you called me, I really needed a break." The was fatigue in his voice and a shadow seemed to pass over his face. But it only lasted for a second. Flashing blue and pink lights ahead caught his attention and Reagan turned his eyes to the flashing sign. "Hunk City" blazed in bright neon in front of them, loud music pouring from its open doors. reagan tried to bite back the nervous grin that spread across his face but his lips pulled back excitedly.
"I guess we're here." He said, voice quivering with nervous joy.
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Post by Jacklyn on Oct 3, 2013 12:25:57 GMT -8
The neon lights lit up Jack's face as she turned to see the glowing sign of their destination. She hopped in joy and excitement, a large smile smearing across her face as she turned to see Reagan appearing to be having a good time. She grabbed his arm and pulled him in with her. Loud house music blasted from speakers scattered across the ceiling of the building and stage lights lit up a hallway to what would appear to be the main room to the club. They stood in a small lobby area dimly lit by a small covered light on the ceiling. A small girl with long blonde hair and nails like claws stood behind the counter and greeted them with a smile and "Welcome". She was dressed in a cut off tank top revealing an excess amount of cleavage, booty shorts, and 6 inch high heels. The makeup on her face appeared to be caked on thickly and glitter shimmered from her cheeks and eyelids. She asked for their ID's before letting them into the colorfully lit club. They walked down the hall and turned the corner to find they were on the second floor of the club. The ground floor apparently went underground and held most of the… dancers. Attractive men in colorful underwear with money sticking out from the bands strutted around inciting men and women around the club with flirtatious grins and winks. Some that were dressed in slightly less revealing clothing were delivering drinks to tables and the bass of the music felt to shake the entire room. A few drunken women could be seen on the ground floor dancing together with some of the dancers, "woo'ing" in synchronization that appeared almost rehearsed.
Jack gawked at the lively scene in the club and gazed at the packed room. "IT MAY BE HARD TO FIND A TABLE," she yells, trying to communicate with Reagan over the loud music. She gestures him to follow her as she weaves her way through the mass of people scattered around the club, some holding drinks and some who very apparently should not be drinking any more. She spotted an empty table across the room on the second floor near a railing to allow for clear viewing of the dancers downstairs. She nabbed it before anyone else did and gestured for Reagan to sit and watch with her. A waiter in a short sleeved collared shirt and tight shorts came over and welcomed them to Hunk City. He took their drink orders and informed them of some of the services available at the club. He informed them that private rooms were located upstairs. He explained the rates and the usual rules of "don't touch the dancers" and that they close at 2AM. Jack nodded and ordered a Pina Colata with extra pineapple and the waiter scurried away to retrieve their drinks. Jack scanned the area and spotted a very attractive dancer covered in tattoos jiggling in front of a few giggling girls. Jack pointed at him to show Reagan and bit her lower lip and nodded in approval. She laughed with a slight flush on her face. She always tried to give off a cool demeanor, but she had never experienced anything like this club before. She was holding back her nervousness and was relieved when the waiter came back with her drink. She downed it down quickly and was soon taking a row of shots.
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Post by Reagan on Oct 15, 2013 17:06:15 GMT -8
Walking on the glossy black tile Reagan took a look around. The atmosphere was alive and breathing, wild with the wild abandon of so many men and women who sat or stood watching the men dancing or shuffling or serving. Leaning into Jack he tried to listen hard but her voice was a blur amongst the music and voices. Not exactly sure what she said he simply followed her to the table she led them to.
It was only seconds before someone was there ready to serve them. The guy gave Reagan a side long glance and a wink while he was taking down Jack's order. The little gesture made Reagan blush and smirk furiously. When the server asked Reagan what he would like he started to order a Shirley Temple when he stopped himself. It was time for a real drink.
"I'll have an Alice In Wonderland please."
He quickly sipped down the drink and when the following shots arrived he joined Jack in throwing back a few. He hadn't drank in quite some time and before long it became clear he had overestimated his ability to hold his liqueur. With his head spinning and his ambitions lowered it wasn't long until Reagan found himself being wooed by dancers and smiling and giggled as the shook and shimmied before him.
Reagan was distracted when he turned and noticed the tattooed dancer Jack had pointed out had come up to their floor. Losing slight control of himself Reagan snorted and blushed, obviously admiring the other man.
Reagan Williams
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Post by Jacklyn on Oct 21, 2013 16:59:16 GMT -8
Jack's cheeks were flushed as she downed her 5th shot in a row. "Let's get that guy over here," she said, wobbly sitting up taller and raising her hand to flag a worker. Their waiter from before came scampering over, "May I help you with anything, miss?"
"Yeah, man, can you like, get that guy over there… over here?" She giggled drunkenly as the waiter smiled and nodded before walking over to the tattooed dancer. Jack watched the waiter consult with the man and her face felt warm as the dancer looked over at their table. She smiled and twirled her hair in her fingers, no longer able to hold back her mesmerization with the man. As the waiter left to presumably retrieve more drinks, the dancer appeared to bid farewell to the giggling ladies he was entertaining and made his way to Jack and Reagan's table.
"Why hello there," he said as he leaned on their table, arching his back to accentuate his rear end. His voice was deep and soothing, yet also feminine and flirtatious. He looked over at Jack and then to Reagan, giving Reagan a little wink, "How are you doing tonight, sir and ma'dam?" He straightened his back again and rolled his shoulders back, "I do hope you are enjoying yourselves."
Jack was gawking at the attractive man, mouth agape, "Aha I'm doing pretty great now," she giggled stupidly as she scanned him top to bottom.
The man raised an eyebrow and looked at her seductively, "Is that so?" He looked back and forth between Jack and Reagan, "May I ask what you two gorgeous peoples' names are?"
Jack giggled and tilted her head flirtatiously, "My name's Jacklyn, but you can call me Jack," she gave him a drunken wink and giggled again.
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