Thread: The Lady and the Wolf - Penitency x Praxis

Both hands rose, starting at the brows, and planted his palms over his own eyes. Fingers slowly traveled along the bridge of his nose, and then down to his lips, as Ethan let out an unwinding sigh. He was exhausted and mentally fatigued, yet, was finding refuge in a stimulating place such as Red Tape. At this point, it was habit to drown himself in the repeating pulse of electronic music pouring from speakers at every corner of the room. Every hit of the bass seemed to kick start a slow, rhythmic heart that was beneath his rib cage. Brown and green dotted eyes casually shifted between the naked women surrounding him, occasionally getting a glimpse of the one climbing the pole before him. Pulling out some credits from his back pocket, Ethan casually placed them on the ledge of the stage and waited the time to part with some of it. Another call girl waltzed over, one heel after the other, and ran a hand across his light brown, errant strands before the forehead. The slow shift of his eyes up at her brought upon a pleasing sight. Most women in the bar had a large bust, but this one also seemed to have beautiful cascading hair. Her straight, raven tendrils fell across her shoulders and back as she slipped her hand about his shoulders and had a seat atop of Ethan's tree-trunk sized thighs. Hey handsome, long time no chat. How's my favorite Templar, hm? Kill any bad guys today..? She noted with seductive, slow mentioned words. Her lips hung unto every noun and verb. The call girl was luring him into her web as a single nail ran along his chest while her long legs crossed over the side of his thigh. Ethan's calloused hand ran up along the top of the woman's lush leg as he looked her squarely in the eyes with a growing smile, Mm, how long has it been since we've been in a backroom together, Kyra? Ethan changed the topic completely. He often did not prefer to talk department matters, or the sensitivity of his work. Too long, Officer. You going to handcuff me again and fuck my brains out? Kyra hissed as she leaned her chin up against the top of his shoulder and looked toward the side of his face with glowing intent. The neon lights of the stage washed over them both as Ethan smirked. His tongue washed quickly over his bottom lip before it withdrew back into oral confines. Tempting. I was thinking Before he could finish his thought, another call girl - a blonde this time, came up to the couple seated on the chair. Her hands planted themselves atop of Ethan's thighs as she leaned forwards with a seductive grin, Aren't you two going to let me join you again? I'd be so... so torn. Her words were dripping sarcasm, and yet, she did know Ethan was quite the spender. It didn't hurt his body was molded to perfection and he did have a rather tall standing... THUD! In the blink of an eye, the lights within the club died. The music that had once been consistently flowing now abruptly ended. Both girls warming up to the Officer quickly stood up in a panic, twisting their heads to and fro within the darkness. What happened? Voices all over the club began to provide a sensory rush in their angst, The power!? Another shortage!? No way, this rarely happens!? Get out of the building! Ethan grabbed the arms of his chair and proceeded to stand up. Noticing the fucking blonde took his credits that had been laying on the stage's edge, he simply shook his head and adjusted the halves of his trench with both hands. Boots marched their way out with the rush of the crowd as the nonchalant Templar confidently kept to a normal stride instead of one of fear. He soon emerged from the running crowd outside as the orange glow of a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips. Rain immediately greeted all of those escaping the darkness as he clasped the cig between index and thumb, and then took a long drag. Pulling it from his lips, and lowering it to his side, smoke was exhaled and spiraled around the side of his head in a cloud. That's when he heard something. His internal com connected to his handler, which was only to be used during life or death situations. Ethan's brows narrowed as he stepped under a canopy covering the sidewalk and brought his cigarette toward his lips as he spoke mentally to his handler, What's wrong? Using this line could have both of our asses grilled by the Chief back at the Department, or worse, OPScore. Of course, OPScore was a secret department much like the Gestapo. One which rooted out civil disobedience, or crooked officials not doing what the leaders of the hub wanted. This connected to the outage? He mentally relayed back as he took another deep drag.