Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Crimson fluid driblede over the mahogany flooring of one of the upstairs rooms, originating from a row of bloodied and bruised knuckles. The hand was tightened uncomfortably, a display of inner rage, and a lack of control. Punching with a fist tightened this way, applied pain to both victim and attacker. Even now, as the victim hadn't been moving for a few minutes now, the fists remained clenched. Ready to strike any energy out of the pummeled mass of flesh and bones, still just barely breathing in the chair it was bound to. Swelling of both eyes, lips and forehead, was the earnings of those in debt to the wrong people. Those who didn't pay. Finally, clenched fists relaxed, shaking off more bloody stains, as the panting aggressor took a few steps backwards, looking down his shirt. A groan escaped pale lips, as a tongue finally added some much needed moisture to them. The groan was followed by a sigh, as athletic body cracked it's neck, and turned towards the one door, in the shady room. Call Natalia and her boys in for a clean-up. And send Boris back to his wife. She misses him. A cold voice uttered, equally cold eyes looking to the other standing person in the room. And tell the fucking idiot to wise up. We know he has the bloody money. I think Mss. Vladimir can do without some of her jewelry. She could fill our entire treasure with those god damn earrings of her's. Ask him if his life is really worth those baubles. The cold emerald eyes sneered, as he exited the room, cracking a few of his fingers, as the other person from the room followed close by, pressing his ear piece. Natalia? Get to room H4, and clean up Boris. Call me when you're done. He started, before tapping another window on his I-pad, returning to the earpiece afterwards. Juliet? Bring some clean clothes to ES's bathroom. The voice called, already knowing his boss' next order. Martin ES Hansen's emerald eyes stared into the bathroom mirror, as his hands pulled off the white, blood stained shirt off of his torso, revealing the rugged, scared body bellow. This was every week for him, at this point. He was new to this town, and principles had to be set. Territories gained. Discipline erected. The Emerald Serpant's had a reputation around here, but no one knew that his establishment was a part of their domain. He'd expected to have to swing his fist's around, but not that this town was so slow to get the message. He needed to catch some bigger fish. Ruffled the nest's feathers properly. Rip a few out. He licked his lips once more, regaining a bit more of their color, as he started washing his hands. Water thinned the crimson blood as it washed off, swirling into the marble sink's void. The blood was removed, but the bruises remained, but he was used to this, by now. He hadn't looked properly respectable ever since he arrived in the Bay. But Martin didn't mind. He'd destested the disciplined perfection, of a whipped city. Bay City was his chance to show off some real teeth. Show himself against his piers. Get the recognition he, and his family deserved. His father had earned him this spot, and it'd caused him his life. Martin wasn't about to squander this. Downstairs, the music was booming loudly. Tonight, was jazz night. Bellowing through the speakers, was the undying classic 'He's a Demon, He's a Devil, He's a Doll', sung by a beautiful young white woman. This mostly attracted a more classy crowd than te usual nights, making the young Vermilion Princess and her entourage stand out like a sore thumb. The young people probably didn't mind this, nor did the other attendants. Made it painfully clear who they where, and made Vivian's entrance easier. Everyone knew Vermilion's Crazy Princess around here. She encouraged a few of the attendant's to leave the premises, however, which didn't come as a surprise to the Hostess of the Stage Floor. In a glittery green dress with red details around her neck and down the V reaching down her back nearly to her rump, as well as the hem of the skirt, revealing the majority of her left leg, while very little of the right. The young woman wore a large feminine hat, covering her emerald eyes quite well, while her curly, crimson hair caressed down her cheeks. The hostess looked half way to the large, bulky man by her side, wearing a black suit, as she licked her lips. Let the big guy know. The Vermilion Princess decided to come for a visit. I'm sure he'll like to know that she beat her dimwit brother to the punch. She snickered, tapping her ear a single time. Tell him to let me know when he want's her sent up. She asked, before walking towards the bar herself. The bartender, dressed in a white shirt, with a green vest over it, and black pants reaching for the floor. The picture of perfection, to many eyes. A Lady killer, and envy of men. Too perfect, in fact, as his interest's leaned towards a male audience, mostly, but he knew how to handle his costumers, approaching the beautiful young Lady who just arrived with a flirtatious smile. He nodded a single time with her order, pointing to her. The simple. I like it. Everything doesn't always have to be complicated. Coming right up. He proclaimed, starting to prepare a glass. The bar was quite extensive, and she was lucky the Strongbow tab was right next to her, letting her continue her talk with the bartender as he poured. The bartender looked up as she continued, smiling warmly with her question, chuckling a single time as he looked back down to the drink. Don't know his name, and only seen him a few times. Big fellow. Strong. Hard. Wouldn't want to meet that fellah in a dark alley.. He stated, bringing out a bit of ice, as he seemed to consider what he said. Well... He smirked to himself, shaking it off as he brought the ice in the glass, before heading back to Vivian. He does love his jazz, however. Almost never misses an evening with Haley or the Trombones on the stage. He smiled again, placing the glass on the counter. As about how to set up a chat. Well. Lovely Lady, such as yourself, surely doesn't have to set up anything. It'll come to her. He said with a gentle, but playfully coy smile, nodding down towards the drink. He was about to speak, as the Hostess walked up to take a seat next to Vivian, crossing her legs with a glance towards the bartender. That one'll be on the house, Dany Boy. She demanded in a warm, tender tone, as she turned her emerald eyes over to Vivian, a wide, flirtatious smile on her lips. Vivian Vermilion herself, stepping into The Emerald Estate. And on the perfect night. Haley, the little darling, does have such a wonderful voice, doesn't she? The young woman proclaimed, looking shortly towards the stage, as the singer started on 'Cracy He Calls Me', by Billie Holiday. The woman sighed softly, turning her attention back towards the bartender. Be a Doll and get me a New York S, deary. Extra sour. She asked, before returning her attention to Vivian. Of course, Lady Hansen. Dan complied with a smile, wandering off to prepare her drink. Emma Hansen. I am the Hostess of this floor tonight. See anything not in order, you make sure to let me know. She introduced herself, giving a cordial nod of her head. The woman was clearly not off this country, her accent giving it away. I hope I did not overstep by announcing your arrival to my brother, the owner of our lovely establishment here. He was sadly preocupied a moment ago, but is currently on his way to his booth. Of course, your arrival has quickened his step. She made sure to add at the end, smiling once again, as her eyes took a moment to look Vivian over, as if she hadn't already. As she did, her tongue peaked out lightly, moisturizing the edge of her red lips, before letting her hungry emerald eyes meet Vivian's again with a warm smile. I must say. The rumor of your beauty, didn't quite do you justice, Vivian. She complimented, a gentle, playful smirk on her lips, almost too clearly testing the waters.