(The following is a collaborative effort between the players of Liam Owens and Silverheart)
They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it.
On the cusp of the Central District in Terminus, just before The Core, stood The Red Cap. A two story amalgam of a night club, bar and brothel. The velvet rope outlined the space on the sidewalk between the street and the brickface of the club. A logo illuminated over the top of the large double oak doors; it was the silhouette of a nude woman, bending down slightly to show her very feminine curves, and holding onto a red top hat " the only part of the silhouette that had any color at all. The perfect artistic expression to the name of the club. A few would-be patrons lined up inside the velvet ropes, a mixed bag of well-dressed individuals and business casual attire, waiting on the bulky security guard to grant them access. Security was well dressed with a black suit and tie, white shirt with an earpiece that wrapped around the back of the ear.
A slim feminine figure breezed past the velvet rope, and the patrons standing behind it. She wore midnight blue, similar in color to the sky that held the nighttime stars. It dipped low in the back, and came up in the front to wrap around her neck in a halter top, and where it dropped from the waist, it flared out and flounced with each step. Red brown hair, was let down, instead of pulled up like normal, and fell in soft curling waves, that came to a stop, mid back. As always, the sleek silver collar was clasped around her neck, declaring to all who saw, just who she belonged to. She was a woman of purpose, and she walked like it.
Amber hues danced briefly towards those in line that protested when she strode right up to the security guard, and looked him square in the eye. This was a feat that most men had trouble accomplishing, when it came to the big burly man, and his overall intimidating presence.
"Mr. Owens is waiting inside for me." Her words were loud enough to be heard over the music that drifted from inside, and the din of the street
The large menacing individual turned to look at the woman, pausing for a moment as he recognized her. The stern demeanor that he had been giving the other would-be customers was quickly erased from his visage. He reached his hand out and removed the clasp, pulling back one of the sections of rope.
"Of course Miss Silverheart, right this way."
Peeling back the rope, he stepped off to the side, granting her the access to the establishment.
Kayleigh was being treated just as the staff had been instructed, with strictly VIP status. It was like she owned the place, or the closest thing to it — she was the woman, and the property, of the owner.
"Thank you. Hope you have a good night." The words were murmured as he pulled the rope, and stepped aside. Honestly she enjoyed the bonuses that came with being Liam's woman. She flashed him a smile, before she moved to breeze past him, and through the door.
The bouncer turned away from her a bit, pressing his two forefingers to his ear and spoke into the mouthpiece.
"Silverheart is here for the boss?"
The nightclub was rather large, with dark furniture and very dimmed lights, save for the strobes and lights that flashed in tune with the beat of the music.The main level held a dance floor with bars on either end and a long bar in the rear with access to an exterior patio. There were also VIP sections and lounge areas littered around the perimeter.
The second floor was opened with a loft-style setting and a catwalk, which also had a bar, another dance floor, more lounge sections and lastly a security checkpoint. The main difference about the second floor was that just past the security checkpoint was the brothel, where paying clientele could select a woman of their choosing. The women, however, weren't your run of the mill working girls. They were women who were personally selected by Liam Owens, were appropriately trained and subservient and property of the Terminus Syndicate.
Once Kayleigh was inside, her footsteps slowed to a stop. The music pounded into her chest as she scanned the inside of the Red Cap, searching for the familiar face of Liam. Although, after a moment, another member of the security team appeared from the crowd and made a B-line directly for her. He was also a larger man, darker complexion, wearing sunglasses along with his headset. Although, they weren't sunglasses.
"Miss Silverheart," he said in a firm tone, "Would you follow me please?"
Her eyes fell on the Security member heading towards her in her search for Liam. Her head tilted just a little at his words, and his tone. She figured though, that he would lead her to wherever Liam was. "Lead the way, please. I'll follow."
When the second bouncer turned around he began leading her through the crowd of people. Lights bounced randomly with the sound of each thud of the bass from the music. People were dancing all over the dance floor, some had their hands up in the air, fist pumping or grinding up against their partners; although not crowded enough for the security guard to have to struggle with his important package in tow. The club was practically alive, especially on Saturday nights, it's busiest night of the week.
As she followed after the second bouncer through the throng of people, she seemed to be completely at ease, and weaved through the crowd with sinuous, and graceful movements, as if she were used to weaving her way through crowds of people like this, which was most likely true. As she moved, her amber eyes danced, moving from place to place, seeking out, and making note of the various doors, and any exits she could spot, merely out of habit. Some things had become so ingrained in who she was, that she did so without thinking.
Moving off to the side of the bar, he led her upstairs along a practically see-through bowed staircase that gradually curved upward in a spiral to the second floor. The second floor wasn't as dance feverish as the one below. This was a definitive VIP setting. Six sections of lounge furniture adorned the top floor, surrounding a bar. They were kept far enough apart from one another so each party wouldn't disturb the other, more designed for a higher class level of clientele, which often included members of the Terminus Syndicate.
The stairs, she found rather mesmerizing, and the flashing of colored and strobe lights only added to that. She was quite certain that she hadn't ever seen a staircase that the see-through, and when they had reached the top of the stairs, all it took was one studious glance, for her to know that they were nearing their destination. There was a small bloom of excitement that started in her stomach. Partly because it had been a couple of days since she had seen Liam, and partly because of the information she had tucked away for him.
Around the backside of the bar was a small hallway with a sleek black door, which was tucked behind a grooved partition in the wall, so that it wasn't directly visible via line of sight. The security guard stopped, pressing on ingressed doorbell and after a moment the doorknob clicked and opened gently. As he opened the door, the a modest sized office appeared before them. It had large one-way glass windows so that the club could be observed from the serenity of the office, a large brown wooden desk that was kept very tidy and in order, and a overly sized, very comfortable looking office chair; and sitting in it was Liam Owens.
Rising from his seat, the mist of cigarillo smoke swirled upward around him with a smile displayed across his visage.
"Thank you Michael, that'll be all.?
They say this is a big, rich town I just come from the poorest part Bright lights, city life, I gotta make it This is where it goes down I just happen to come up hard Legal or illegal, baby, I gotta make it.
On the cusp of the Central District in Terminus, just before The Core, stood The Red Cap. A two story amalgam of a night club, bar and brothel. The velvet rope outlined the space on the sidewalk between the street and the brickface of the club. A logo illuminated over the top of the large double oak doors; it was the silhouette of a nude woman, bending down slightly to show her very feminine curves, and holding onto a red top hat " the only part of the silhouette that had any color at all. The perfect artistic expression to the name of the club. A few would-be patrons lined up inside the velvet ropes, a mixed bag of well-dressed individuals and business casual attire, waiting on the bulky security guard to grant them access. Security was well dressed with a black suit and tie, white shirt with an earpiece that wrapped around the back of the ear.
A slim feminine figure breezed past the velvet rope, and the patrons standing behind it. She wore midnight blue, similar in color to the sky that held the nighttime stars. It dipped low in the back, and came up in the front to wrap around her neck in a halter top, and where it dropped from the waist, it flared out and flounced with each step. Red brown hair, was let down, instead of pulled up like normal, and fell in soft curling waves, that came to a stop, mid back. As always, the sleek silver collar was clasped around her neck, declaring to all who saw, just who she belonged to. She was a woman of purpose, and she walked like it.
Amber hues danced briefly towards those in line that protested when she strode right up to the security guard, and looked him square in the eye. This was a feat that most men had trouble accomplishing, when it came to the big burly man, and his overall intimidating presence.
"Mr. Owens is waiting inside for me." Her words were loud enough to be heard over the music that drifted from inside, and the din of the street
The large menacing individual turned to look at the woman, pausing for a moment as he recognized her. The stern demeanor that he had been giving the other would-be customers was quickly erased from his visage. He reached his hand out and removed the clasp, pulling back one of the sections of rope.
"Of course Miss Silverheart, right this way."
Peeling back the rope, he stepped off to the side, granting her the access to the establishment.
Kayleigh was being treated just as the staff had been instructed, with strictly VIP status. It was like she owned the place, or the closest thing to it — she was the woman, and the property, of the owner.
"Thank you. Hope you have a good night." The words were murmured as he pulled the rope, and stepped aside. Honestly she enjoyed the bonuses that came with being Liam's woman. She flashed him a smile, before she moved to breeze past him, and through the door.
The bouncer turned away from her a bit, pressing his two forefingers to his ear and spoke into the mouthpiece.
"Silverheart is here for the boss?"
The nightclub was rather large, with dark furniture and very dimmed lights, save for the strobes and lights that flashed in tune with the beat of the music.The main level held a dance floor with bars on either end and a long bar in the rear with access to an exterior patio. There were also VIP sections and lounge areas littered around the perimeter.
The second floor was opened with a loft-style setting and a catwalk, which also had a bar, another dance floor, more lounge sections and lastly a security checkpoint. The main difference about the second floor was that just past the security checkpoint was the brothel, where paying clientele could select a woman of their choosing. The women, however, weren't your run of the mill working girls. They were women who were personally selected by Liam Owens, were appropriately trained and subservient and property of the Terminus Syndicate.
Once Kayleigh was inside, her footsteps slowed to a stop. The music pounded into her chest as she scanned the inside of the Red Cap, searching for the familiar face of Liam. Although, after a moment, another member of the security team appeared from the crowd and made a B-line directly for her. He was also a larger man, darker complexion, wearing sunglasses along with his headset. Although, they weren't sunglasses.
"Miss Silverheart," he said in a firm tone, "Would you follow me please?"
Her eyes fell on the Security member heading towards her in her search for Liam. Her head tilted just a little at his words, and his tone. She figured though, that he would lead her to wherever Liam was. "Lead the way, please. I'll follow."
When the second bouncer turned around he began leading her through the crowd of people. Lights bounced randomly with the sound of each thud of the bass from the music. People were dancing all over the dance floor, some had their hands up in the air, fist pumping or grinding up against their partners; although not crowded enough for the security guard to have to struggle with his important package in tow. The club was practically alive, especially on Saturday nights, it's busiest night of the week.
As she followed after the second bouncer through the throng of people, she seemed to be completely at ease, and weaved through the crowd with sinuous, and graceful movements, as if she were used to weaving her way through crowds of people like this, which was most likely true. As she moved, her amber eyes danced, moving from place to place, seeking out, and making note of the various doors, and any exits she could spot, merely out of habit. Some things had become so ingrained in who she was, that she did so without thinking.
Moving off to the side of the bar, he led her upstairs along a practically see-through bowed staircase that gradually curved upward in a spiral to the second floor. The second floor wasn't as dance feverish as the one below. This was a definitive VIP setting. Six sections of lounge furniture adorned the top floor, surrounding a bar. They were kept far enough apart from one another so each party wouldn't disturb the other, more designed for a higher class level of clientele, which often included members of the Terminus Syndicate.
The stairs, she found rather mesmerizing, and the flashing of colored and strobe lights only added to that. She was quite certain that she hadn't ever seen a staircase that the see-through, and when they had reached the top of the stairs, all it took was one studious glance, for her to know that they were nearing their destination. There was a small bloom of excitement that started in her stomach. Partly because it had been a couple of days since she had seen Liam, and partly because of the information she had tucked away for him.
Around the backside of the bar was a small hallway with a sleek black door, which was tucked behind a grooved partition in the wall, so that it wasn't directly visible via line of sight. The security guard stopped, pressing on ingressed doorbell and after a moment the doorknob clicked and opened gently. As he opened the door, the a modest sized office appeared before them. It had large one-way glass windows so that the club could be observed from the serenity of the office, a large brown wooden desk that was kept very tidy and in order, and a overly sized, very comfortable looking office chair; and sitting in it was Liam Owens.
Rising from his seat, the mist of cigarillo smoke swirled upward around him with a smile displayed across his visage.
"Thank you Michael, that'll be all.?