Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Empire - (R0NIN x Jolie)

Darya looked tiny as she sidled up to the gargantuan Nero. Everyone did. Even sitting down the man towered over nearly everyone else in the room, his immensely muscled figure hinted at beneath his finely tailored suit. Nero hardly reacted as a beautiful woman pressed her body against his chest and began running her hands up his thigh. He took a brief moment to memorize the page and line number he was stopping at in his book before neatly closing it and putting it down. Not tonight baby, he said, though he did nothing to stop her from touching him - a silent order to continue. He reached into his jacket and took out his phone. I have a special job for you tonight. There's a guest in the club. I want you to take him into private room 12E and give him your best show. His finger, nearly half the size of the screen itself, was surprisingly nimble as it flicked and swiped over the smartphone. Before long, he'd pulled up a wireless feed to the security camera overlooking the front door. Do you see the one in the blue tie? It was clear who Nero was referring to - a slightly obese, half-balding gentleman in a sports coat and striped blue tie. He'd just made it through security and was already sporting a half-empty glass of particularly strong scotch. He flirted shamelessly with one of the dancers. ...there was, however, another gentleman in a blue tie that was in the frame. He'd just come into focus at the entrance. This one, by contrast, was quite young. His form-fitting suit suggested an athletic figure, though the assiduous posture with which he held himself suggested something stern and anxious about his character. It was the way, Darya probably realized, that cops usually held themselves. Whoever this one was, he appeared to be having an argument with Garth, one of the bouncers. --- Nocturne's Entrance and Lobby ...and why, exactly, can't you let me into this club? detective Michael Seram straightened his plain blue tie and gave an imposing bouncer his best glare. The bouncer sighed. He'd already had to deal with too much shit today. He held up a pair of meaty fingers. One, you ent' that handsome. Kinda' good lookin'? Sorta. Rugged in a way. But y'ent supermodel good looks, and that means no entry, unless... His second finger the middle one wiggled. Y'ent rich. You come up to me with three franklins and expect me to let you in? Michael grit his teeth. Your pricing rates... ...are out of date. It's Friday, pal. Everyone wants in on Friday. Everyone pays more on Friday. The bouncer shook his head. Unless y'got another hundred in there somewhere, y'ent gettin' in. A second bouncer came in from a nearby security room. Just ran his ID, Garth. He looked up at Michael with sneering disdain. He's a cop. VLPD - a detective. Well shit-me-silly, Garth grinned devilishly, a boy-in-blue? Thankee'fer'yer service. He bowed mockingly. But I'm afraid that DEFINITELY seals the deal. No cops. Ever. You turn around and you keep walking unless you got a warrant. I do , Michael snapped. He reached into his coat pocket and retrieved the document. Both bouncers went deathly silent. The detective nearly swore. He had really wanted to get into Nocturne without busting that out. His identity was revealed. Every criminal in the club would clear a wide arc around him now that they knew a detective with a warrant was stalking the floor. The bouncer looked up from the document and grumblingly handed it back to Michael. Get the fuck in. Much obliged, Michael smirked as he walked passed them. Things were already turning against him, but he was determined to make the most of the situation. It'd taken him months to get that warrant. The least he could do was scout out the club for the prostitution he'd heard rumors about ... maybe bust a couple dealers while he was at it.