It was Saturday night and as much as Larch wanted to be at Last Call when his latest treat for Stone arrived and was opened, he had other things to tend to. He had his own show to put on for the club members in a far seedier part of town. A crowd far different than the likes of what Breaker Street probably commanded. That fact suited Larch just fine, he didn’t want to be anything like Stone. This game the shorter man was playing was all they ever need have in common.
The Green Fiend spent the early part of the evening doing what most people assumed he did best, being the DJ and whipping the young, rough crowd into a frenzy of dance and body grinding. He got into the show as much as the audience, dancing, smiling. Laughing. Occasionally, he’d even give in and flirt with a comely woman or two. He enjoyed toying with them, loved their clueless behavior. If it weren’t for the wrecked body of Pippa Kerr cluttering up his bathroom, he’d have likely taken one, if not both, of them home with him tonight.
Well, after tonight he could do just that again. Playing with Pippa and her boyfriend had been entertaining and new, a shake up of his usual routine. It was even interesting to watch the very different ways you could break people down. The woman, the physical destruction—that was easy. The man, well there was more finessing there. It was subtle and slow to build. He’d see what would hopefully be the culmination of his efforts tonight.
Queuing the computers and premixed tracks at his station, Larch nodded to himself. He’d get over to Staten Island, to Last Call and check out Breaker Street’s second half. He had just enough time to do that. He took his own car, took the bridge route across the water, even went so far as to park in the lot adjacent to the bar. He smirked and set the alarm on the Charger, even spent a moment admiring the vehicle, stooped to wipe something from the vanity plates that announced “BADASS 25” before heading into the establishment.
He could hear Stone’s voice while paying the cover charge, picked up the sights and sounds of the rest of the band as he maneuvered through the crowd, edging closer to the stage. Close, but not too close. All he wanted was a good look at Rory’s face.
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Date: 2008-08-30 03:54 am (UTC)The Green Fiend spent the early part of the evening doing what most people assumed he did best, being the DJ and whipping the young, rough crowd into a frenzy of dance and body grinding. He got into the show as much as the audience, dancing, smiling. Laughing. Occasionally, he’d even give in and flirt with a comely woman or two. He enjoyed toying with them, loved their clueless behavior. If it weren’t for the wrecked body of Pippa Kerr cluttering up his bathroom, he’d have likely taken one, if not both, of them home with him tonight.
Well, after tonight he could do just that again. Playing with Pippa and her boyfriend had been entertaining and new, a shake up of his usual routine. It was even interesting to watch the very different ways you could break people down. The woman, the physical destruction—that was easy. The man, well there was more finessing there. It was subtle and slow to build. He’d see what would hopefully be the culmination of his efforts tonight.
Queuing the computers and premixed tracks at his station, Larch nodded to himself. He’d get over to Staten Island, to Last Call and check out Breaker Street’s second half. He had just enough time to do that. He took his own car, took the bridge route across the water, even went so far as to park in the lot adjacent to the bar. He smirked and set the alarm on the Charger, even spent a moment admiring the vehicle, stooped to wipe something from the vanity plates that announced “BADASS 25” before heading into the establishment.
He could hear Stone’s voice while paying the cover charge, picked up the sights and sounds of the rest of the band as he maneuvered through the crowd, edging closer to the stage. Close, but not too close. All he wanted was a good look at Rory’s face.