10-22-2014, 04:28 PM
Bas laughed as the guy stepped back. That stupid dance to avoid running into people was always funny. Course, the whole night seemed amusing right now. He felt good. Everything seemed right with the world. His eye ran over the girl in the window giving the peep show. Gave him ideas that he might just decide to act on. He could give one of his regulars a shout, but a chase sounded fun, actually. Oh yeah...all was right with the world.
Then another voice joined them and Bas smiled and clapped Pyotr on the shoulder. "Pyotr!"
Before he could ask him what he was doing there, the other guy answered. Well, gave his name first and then answered anyway.
"Enzo, eh? Well this is my buddy Pyotr. I'm Bas. And you are right smack dab in the middle of the party central."
He grinned at the guy. He didn't seem at all like he was the type of guy to hit up this area. Then again, people could surprise you. He didn't seem like a walking target though. His senses caught the shifting of weight and the bag, the assessment of his and Pyotr's positions.
Bas was curious. He was about to put a bit of pressure on the guy about why he was here- being lost and finding yourself in the red light district was about the lamest excuse possible . It usually meant you were embarrassed about why you were there- but just out of amusement of course. Not like he really cared what people got off on. Mostly anyway. There were a few things, though...Come to think of it, though, Pyotr was here too. And he looked flushed. It was more than the cold, he was sure of that. He started laughing at imagining what could have possibly brought a timid rabbit like Pyotr down here. He was definitely gonna have fun messing with him.
As he was about to say something, though, a couple voices joined them. "You boys looking to party?" Bas looked over a saw a couple pros standing there in long jackets that only barely covered stockinged legs. They looked pretty tore up. Bas was pretty sure they were packing under their dresses. Not weapons either. All the makeup in the world couldn't hide that adam's apple. Nor their five-o'clock shadow. He laughed and grinned wickedly at Pyotr.
"Not me sweetheart. But he might,"
he said gesturing at Pyotr. It was all in good fun. One of his buddies at Gracie's- Charlie- dressed in the same way when going out clubbing. But he wasn't a hooker, that's for sure. Made him laugh imagining the whole arsenal of whoop ass his buddy might unleash on some guy who thought he might get fresh with him. Charlie was his trainer in jiu jitsu after all.
The taller of the two looked Pyotr up and down. "Hmm..." Bas just stood back and watched, taking a sip fo his vodka, then laughing. He wasn't cold despite just wearing his suit jacket over his thin shirt instead of a large heavy proper coat. He felt damn good.
Then another voice joined them and Bas smiled and clapped Pyotr on the shoulder. "Pyotr!"
Before he could ask him what he was doing there, the other guy answered. Well, gave his name first and then answered anyway.
"Enzo, eh? Well this is my buddy Pyotr. I'm Bas. And you are right smack dab in the middle of the party central."
He grinned at the guy. He didn't seem at all like he was the type of guy to hit up this area. Then again, people could surprise you. He didn't seem like a walking target though. His senses caught the shifting of weight and the bag, the assessment of his and Pyotr's positions.
Bas was curious. He was about to put a bit of pressure on the guy about why he was here- being lost and finding yourself in the red light district was about the lamest excuse possible . It usually meant you were embarrassed about why you were there- but just out of amusement of course. Not like he really cared what people got off on. Mostly anyway. There were a few things, though...Come to think of it, though, Pyotr was here too. And he looked flushed. It was more than the cold, he was sure of that. He started laughing at imagining what could have possibly brought a timid rabbit like Pyotr down here. He was definitely gonna have fun messing with him.
As he was about to say something, though, a couple voices joined them. "You boys looking to party?" Bas looked over a saw a couple pros standing there in long jackets that only barely covered stockinged legs. They looked pretty tore up. Bas was pretty sure they were packing under their dresses. Not weapons either. All the makeup in the world couldn't hide that adam's apple. Nor their five-o'clock shadow. He laughed and grinned wickedly at Pyotr.
"Not me sweetheart. But he might,"
he said gesturing at Pyotr. It was all in good fun. One of his buddies at Gracie's- Charlie- dressed in the same way when going out clubbing. But he wasn't a hooker, that's for sure. Made him laugh imagining the whole arsenal of whoop ass his buddy might unleash on some guy who thought he might get fresh with him. Charlie was his trainer in jiu jitsu after all.
The taller of the two looked Pyotr up and down. "Hmm..." Bas just stood back and watched, taking a sip fo his vodka, then laughing. He wasn't cold despite just wearing his suit jacket over his thin shirt instead of a large heavy proper coat. He felt damn good.