glitter on the wet streets

[hejhej]

Who: Lisbeth (hejhej) and Jesse (hostage)
When: Late night, waaaaay after evening sirens
Where: Twins Night Club in the Underground Mall
Summary: Lisbeth and Jesse have a drink, at Jesse's request.
Warnings: Language and maybe some frisky business. I'll change the warnings as it progresses.

Jesse had told her to give him twenty and the minutes were counting down. Lisbeth's hands felt unnaturally sweaty, a sensation she only experienced when she was nervous. Why was she nervous? Because someone had willingly asked her out for a drink, that's why. She only let Mimmi do that and that was because she'd known Mimmi for a bit. However, Mimmi wasn't here and to say that Lisbeth truly desired to be alone at all hours of the day and night was a bit of a stretch. Quickly, she changed into something a little more.. festive: she kept her racerback tank top on, but changed into a tighter pair of pants and a loose fitting shirt that exposed her dragon tattoo on the back. She kept her hair in the fauxhawk she'd put it in this morning. Who said she didn't put any effort into herself?

As she headed out of her apartment, she grabbed the steel pipe she used to get to places after the sirens. And the beasts she saw weren't any different than the ones she saw every night. It was quite a stretch since she had to get to Sector 3, but she soon found herself going down into the Underground Mall. This seemed to be a growing central part of her life. First Loki and now Jesse. Is this where she would meet the most interesting people she'd met on the Network?

Not wanting to wait in the long line outside the club, Lisbeth shoved her way to the front of the line where the bouncer stopped her. Without saying a word, she held out a wad of bills that quickly found her escorted in first. The booming techno music filled her ears and her chest as she looked around. She better have been the first one there; he'd already used her words against her. She didn't want him to do it again.

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[hostage]

Jesse might have been there first, but getting Walt back into her cage had proven to be an unexpected struggle. Luckily, he was beyond rich enough to afford the armored night taxi, so he arrived at the club just about on time. He didn't need to pay his way to the front of the line, though. The bouncer and several of the would-be patrons in line recognized their favorite meth dealer, and after a few fistpounds and high-fives, he was inside.

A partiers' welcome always put him in a good mood, so he was beaming when he came through the door. He paused for a second to let his eyes adjust to the flashing lights, bobbing his head along to the beat of the music and looking for a familiar face. She would probably be easier to spot than him, since he was dressed low-key in black jeans and his signature black leather jacket. (A year earlier, that would be an entirely different story.)

- There she was, facing away from him. A fauxhawk and a flash of tattoo. Jesse wove through the crowd and reached out to touch her shoulder.