Deep cover, deep trouble (Anything goes)(L)

[Mak]

This was probably the single dumbest idea she's ever had, the realization hit her the moment she passed security and entered the Crazy Cat Club. Rita stuck out like a sore thumb, first of all she wasn't a feline and while not everyone here was some sort of cat, they easily dominated the club, and second Rita was as white as newly fallen snow with massive wings on her shoulderblades (Currently tucked neatly behind her) and she was tall. Not giantess tall, there were tigers and some other creatures that were taller than her, but the point was; she stood out.

Some young tortoiseshell cat bumped into her and gave her a dirty look, and Rita glared right back, making the smaller cat shy away. It was, however, best to move from the door and not look like a deer in the headlights. Her blue-sequined dress reached just above her knees and her matching handbag slung from her elbow. She sat at an unoccupied table between the long wooden bar and the stage. She didn't see anyone playing, not that she would notice even if someone was.

Her eyes shot straight to a customer near one of the back doors. A massive albino African elephant in the most expensive suit she'd ever seen, complete with bowler hat and exorbitant walking stick. Paul "Trunks" Cipalone pretends to be Jewish. Wishes he was Jewish, even tells his family they're Jewish, but he's about as Jewish as he was a fucking monkey. He says it's good for business, and in the diamond business it is good for business. Paulie there is indeed in the diamond business, his walking stick is adorned with one massive diamond as the head, but Rita got a tip that Paulie was selling fake diamonds with little surprises recently, and with this little development has the chance to become a major player in the city's gang scene. These surprises could range from packets of drugs to computer chips with information inside.

Rita had been tracking him for a short while and found that the Crazy Cat was one of his regular stops, so she decided to get a closer look. It was ridiculous, though. The rumors about this club being a source for gang activity was never proven, not that the police would do anything about it anyway, and as she looked around it was quite clear that every barman, every waiter, everyone who worked here minus the pole dancers were packing some sort of heat. Rita, however, had nothing. She was going deep undercover to expose "the Trunk", but any funny business at all would likely see her killed. The bouncer at the front door was quite thorough, as she knew he would be. The only thing she could get away with was a bottle of mace which settled at the bottom of her handbag next to innocent items like her mirror and powder for her beak. No gun, no tazer, not even a radio, she was alone and had only her fists and a small bottle of mace for protection.

Her police badge was hidden under a secret flap in her handbag though, if she had been even the slightest bit suspicious and had been searched just a little more thoroughly...Rita shuddered, she didn't want to think about what might have happened.

Paul "The Trunk" was ushered up a small flight of stairs and into the backroom, but the stairs were blocked off by two large guards, a white tiger and a lioness. She clicked her beak, if she didn't find a way past those guards she might as well give up on busting the elephant because the only other places she could catch him was his home, his shop and some dark alleyway, the first two were out of the options, she couldn't get a warrant for the house and she would get nowhere in the shop, and there was no 'safe' alleyway in the entire city, safe being where this elephant couldn't easily get backup within minutes.

A waiter came up, a lynx, and Rita ordered a martini. While she contemplated some sort of plan, she noticed the eyes of the patrons on her, felines and otherwise. She didn't see any other gryphons in the club, and hadn't had any experiences with gryphons outside her own family either, she could imagine being a pleasant 'catch' for someone hoping to get lucky. Disgusting lowlifes. If anyone tried anything, they'd be in for a surprise.

[Leo]

The cold night air wipped throw Jags sort fur as he rode his Nightrod throw the streets, he was just coming back from a job that would be all over the tomarrow morning news when the family would come down to the breakfast table and find dad in severy tidy picse in bowls, rest of the body laying in the center like a roast dinner. He was used for people that need to be made exspamples of. and this one had been foolish enuf to piss off Taima Sakima him self. that also ment that he was going up in there eyes. he had been given a high proflie target he was a happy cat.

he already got home changed put his tools away they hadent needed cleaning, the way he worked the dinner table that was back in there house was clean like it was ready for royelty the only thing that was needed was to cook the guy.

His bike roared as he pulled up out side the club, he reved it up once then turned it off, he stepped off. the anthros in the cue watched as he walked stright in the bouncers moving aside nodding. He stepped into the bar and looked aroud. it was getting busy already. he walked over to the bar, a fox was serving, he knew what jag liked. JD with ice.

He gave him the glass and step away to server some one eals. Jag turned and looked around the club.
A elephant was walking into the back room that was paul. Jag had a feeling that one day he would be dealing with him to. He cast his eyes off again and this time fell on to a very rare sight.

a gryphon, did get many mix breeds around, apperntly it could some time happen when diffrent speshes mated a mix off spring would come but that was very rare she was more then likly from a prue gryphon line.
Strange for some one so stand out to go to this club on there own. His instinces kick in, felt a little odd, he didnt like it but he didnt like a lot of things, and it wasnt his place in this club to go off on one when it was more then likly him being unable to witch off from work.

it normal took him a good wile to settle back down again normal a good play on his sax would fix it. hmm sounded like a plan.
He nooded to the barman took of his jacket and gave it to him, his white shirt silver cross, black trousers all clean and high qulity.

he gave the guy his hat and strode up to the stage and hopped on. a cuple of regulars gave a presitive clap and cheer, the bar didnt go quite to let him play anthros looked then went back to what they were doing.

this was the rare night that the band wasnt on, it happened ever now and again to give them a brack and normal when jag was working. so he would be playing alone. One of the male waters notice he could play the bongo drums, Jag went for a gitar first for a change. the drumer then started then jag met him with his gitar. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6N1_GJAyFw

wile he played he could look at the female gryphone better she was a good looking bird no pun intended. nice colours good curves. he fixed her with his killer blue eye look before closing them back into the song. After that song was done cuple of anthros clapped and one called him to grab his sax, he did the silver stunning instrment almost glowing in the light, the water noded smile and went back to work. Jag then started to play.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmFAJPArhqM

[Mak]

The elephant was behind guarded doors and she was at a loss for what to do. She couldn't pass herself as a club worker, they were all cats and she was only half cat in their eyes. There was no way she could muscle her way past, or sneak her way past and there was no chance of her using her police badge. If this was a gang hangout, that would be a death warrant.

The waiter came with her martini and Rita asked him what was up those stairs. "Ah, that is where our most valued customers do business. The high rollers, if you please"

"I see, thank you" Rita said curtly and the waiter walked off. She heard music and turned her eyes to the stage. There was a small band playing smooth jazz lead by a suave black panther playing guitar. Rita went back to her options. She didn't have anything to make her a 'valued customer', cop salary wasn't near enough even with a lifetime of savings it wouldn't be enough. She could go up and tip them off that the cops were on to them, but that was risky on several levels. She would use it as a last resort, but until then...

She noticed the stage panther looking at her intently, but payed him no mind. He wasn't the only one snatching glances. Had she been anyone else, without her father's martial arts training she would be very nervous, but as it stood she could easily claim self-defense should anything happen.

A thought struck her though and she turned back to the cool black cat. The band must get around, hear stuff, especially someone like this guy. She wasn't interested in felines, not interested in anything other than gryphons, but she could see how he would be a commodity around here. If he was a regular he'd be on the payroll, and if this was as heavily populated with gang members as she heard this guy would know something.

She leaned back in her chair, catching his gaze and holding it, her blue eyes met his and Rita raised her glass in a small toasting gesture and seductively sipped it. 'We'll see how much of a predator you are' she thought. The next move was his.

[Leo]

As he watch her she seemed to not be intrested in him so he conctrade back on his music enjoying it losing him up shutting him off work. it was a good feeling. He loved it best way ti set his heart alit with fire and all that was good. he enjoyed the beats the flows it was all good to him. he opened his eyes again the blue dressed gryphon, was now looking at him now, strang she ovesly change her mind. he but more into his sax and got the club lisening now. his soul fire was being pushed into it and the result was fanstic. He finished his song bowed, then walked off the stage. time to see what that gryphon, was all about he thought. the crowed clapped as he walked over to her. he pulled a chair out and sat down. a drink placed infront of him.

"evaning, havent seen a gryphon, in here before", he said in a smooth voice that matched his looks.
A smile was playing his lips it was one that was saying he was up for a play.

"what brings you here this evaning, looking for a hunt", he said his eyes glinting.

(not my best but the roleplay is still young oh hell to the yeah )

[Mak]

Look at him, waltzing up here as if he owned the club, he sure was sure of himself, especially after that near standing ovation for his sax playing. He was indeed big, she could see the well-tuned muscles under his shirt hinting that he was more than just a simple musician and concreting her suspicions that he could be dangerous if she let him be, but she was prepared. He pulled up a chair and sat down in one fluid motion. Yeah, definitely not just a musician.

"Evening, haven't seen a gryphon in here before. What brings you here this evaning, looking for a hunt?" He had a that deep voice that seemed tantalizingly dangerous, like a mix between a growl and a purr. He knew what he wanted, even if she didn't know it yet, although she had her educated guesses.

"My first time" Rita replied, "And don't worry, you may have a seat" she said playfully despite him having seated himself already. 'Arrogant bastard' she thought inwardly. She'd never truly flirted with anyone before and wasn't sure if she wanted to start now, here of all places but if she was going to get anywhere it would be best to play along.

"Everyone's looking for a hunt, predator or prey. Me? I tend to hunt the hunters" That was a line she had heard from her one true friend, the who had truly taught her the ways of the world when she became a cop. That's what police did, true police at least, they hunted those that preyed on those less fortunate, but of course this panther wouldn't see that. He should see the challenge in her words and not realize it was only just the bait to get what she really wanted. Hunt the hunters, play the players.

Gryphons in the wild, beast gryphons, were the highest in the food chain, the perfect combination of the best predators, so did Rita share these advantages over normal anthros. The reflexes and stealth of a big cat, despite being pure white, and the eyes of a falcon. She saw things most non-avians missed, it was how she stayed alive all these years.

"I was hoping to find some...sport" she said with a raised eyebrow, finishing her martini and running the tip of her index talon along the rim of the glass playfully. She wasn't as unnerved as she made herself appear, however. She fully expected this feline to make some sort of sudden move, which was why she added her last statement, to ease from the possible challenge of before. Her mace wasn't far from her hand if she needed it quickly.

[Leo]

"And don't worry, you may have a seat"

He didn’t reacted to that but smiled as a waitress handed him glass with neat whisky and ice. He raised it to the Gryphon in a tost then took a swig from the glass enjoying the flaver and its kick. No cheap stuff in this bar.

"Everyone's looking for a hunt, predator or prey. Me? I tend to hunt the hunters"

Jag lisened to her sitting back in his drink, his exspresion didn’t change but he was still trying to figer her out, his instincs were trying to tell him something and he couldn’t put his paw on it, there wasn’t something quite right about this. It was her first time in this bar, ever one in the city knew what this bar was it was no real secret, was she that niev but then they way she was talking said other wise, she was tell him she was a hunter of hunters, so for kicks he guess she had come to the most hunter fild bar in the city. Yet she knew she was no feline and stood out heavyerly in a crowed.
He smiled at her.
“is that so well you have come to the place of big game then”, he said smoothly, he still couldn’t put his paw down, he was still in work mode that was it he was jumping at shadows, which wasn’t like him, but then again his instinces were normaly right.

"I was hoping to find some...sport"
He pushed his thoughts down, he would have some fun and see if any thing cropped up but for now this bird seemed to be up for some fun and he was as well so why not, if he spotted any thing he didn’t like he would act.

“well then im game”, he said matching her finished her drink. He downed his in one. He could pack drinks down with out them truly affecting his better judgment, he was a heavy weight when it came to that.

He guestered to the bar maid he brought to drinks of slightly stronger stuff but were still enjoyerbal.
He picked up his glass and waited for her, as maners went the host pickes the first and waits for the guest to eat or drink first.
“so what is this hunters favert type of game”, he said his voice as smooth as ever.

(im enjoying this and im liking were its going lol looking followed to the moment he can start getting aggressive if thats were this is heading i feel sorry for her thow lol )

[Mak]

(Whatever you decide, Leo. This could get ugly or he could even help her out, it's your call, I'd have fun either way)

“is that so well you have come to the place of big game then” Rita grinned, leaning closer but not entirely looking at him as if teasing him. Big game indeed, that had many more meanings than he seemed to intend, as the real reason why she wasn't looking directly at him was to insspect the back room and see if 'Trunks' had concluded his business- it was hard to miss an albino elephant, and she was confident he hadn't emerged yet.

“well then im game”

'You bet you are' The white gryphon thought to herself.

“so what is this hunters favert type of game?”

Rita bought time to ponder her reply by ordering a class of Johnny Walker Black which was promptly delivered. Good service, or maybe it was because the panther was here, maybe he was big game after all. She couldn't say she was after the elephant because he wouldn't see Trunks as a predator, but she had to get closer to him. Several responses entered her mind and were promptly discarded, if he even caught a whiff of something fishy, the game was up.

"My favorite game are the men of mystery" It was a good start, let him think he was the target of her desire. "The ones who don't just mingle with the commoners" Throw him off guard a little "Ones who bathe in luxury" Taunt him a little "The high rollers, if you will" she said as she pointed to the guarded stairs leading to the back room. Her hand was out now, she just hoped she hadn't gone a little too far. If her ploy had worked, she knew the price to get back there would be heavy, how far was she willing to go for this? She downed her Black label in an attempt to calm her nerves as she waited for his answer.

[Leo]

"My favorite game are the men of mystery" It was a good start, let him think he was the target of her desire. "The ones who don't just mingle with the commoners" Throw him off guard a little "Ones who bathe in luxury" Taunt him a little "The high rollers, if you will"

Jag lent closer to her to hear her out, his instinces fleared again. This girl was ither a new girl in town, and didn’t no quite what the club was on who played here or she had just given the game away. If she wasn’t new here she was up to something. If you lived in this city you would no what this bar was, and then no to ask to go into the back like that was remarkabaly foolish. He didn’t show his thought on the contary his smiled like he had just one a jack pot.

“well then my huntress you are in luck as you are talking to a high roll’a”, he go to his paws and offered her his.

If she took it, he led her away gently if she didn’t he waited for her to get to her feet then walked to words the door. If she took his paw, he turned to her his smile still on his face.
“are you a new hunter in town”, he said in a seductive whisper. He nodded to the guard who stepped aside and opened the door for them. There was a corridor to the right of the door that lead down and ended at a stear casie along the walls doors were spaced. The floor was polished granit, with blue accent lighting on the skirting bords that made the floor sparkle, the walls wear a deep also granit the celing a deep midnight blue. He led her down the corridor as Two tigers just stepped out of a room in suits, shaking paws with a lynx, he nodded to the both of them, then walked away. The tigers walked past jag with out much notice. Then another door opened music sounded from in side and two female felins walked out bearly wearing any thing holding drink trays. They walked elegantly past Jag and gleared at the gryphon, most of the girls in the place had a thing for jag.

Jag stopped at a door with the number 7 on it and opened the room was incredabal low lighting, a large oval table made from the same granit as the walls out side, the seats were a deep crimson the back wall was light up blue and water was falling down it. Music played loudly but not loud enuf to desterb talking or be uncofterbal. There was a aerier to dance on a stage were other could dance. All decorated with no exspence spared. There was a remote that controlled ever thing in the room from lights to getting drinks and food served and pretty much any thing a customor wanted. Jag lent back on the table, his smile still in place. “this what you hand in mind?”.

[Mak]

“well then my huntress you are in luck as you are talking to a high roll’a”

This could either be really good, or really bad. Perhaps those that worked here were automatically granted privileged status, or perhaps he did have shadowy dealings back there and he was about to take her. She wouldn't get a better opportunity to get evidence, but if he even suspected her for a moment she'd be cornered and nobody would ever know what happened to some random white gryphon. She took his hand and smiled back, she had to play this sincerely. The question arose, however, what would she do once she got back there? Hunt the hunters was a good ruse until it got her back there, and she was afraid it would fall apart quickly depending on what was really back there.

“are you a new hunter in town”

The feathers on Rita's neck tingled, that could be an innocent question or a loaded one, and in a potential gang hideout she couldn't take any chances. She'd busted small time thugs that she'd had to infiltrate, it wasn't too hard, but she had to have a backstory ready just in case. She never had to use it, but she'd been preparing it for a while, and it seemed to check out, at least on the surface. "Newer than I'd like" she admitted, "My brother was accused of everything under the sun back in St. Croix and he had to escape. I thought he was innocent so I went with him, but his dream lead him here where he died within the first week. He was the top predator back home, but here he didn't quite measure up."

Most of it was bullshit, but her family originally did come from the frigid island of St. Croix. Her brother, as far as she knew, was a lazy do-nothing that lived off her mother's weak salary and had been doing as much since he was born.

The guards parted for Jag and gave knowing glances at Rita, who was figuring out what to expect what Jag wanted. Behind the door was a long corridor, the floor was a dark sparkling blue granite to match her blue sequined dress. Two large tigers stepped out of a door and concluded their business with a lynx...she was pretty sure she'd seen that lynx somewhere before...the tigers payed her no notice, but the lionesses who wore the flimsiest covering shot daggers at her as they walked past. Now she was almost certain she knew what he wanted, and when he stopped at door number 7 and opened it, she knew she'd have to think fast.

“this what you hand in mind?”

This was definitely the VIP area, it was dark with almost trance music playing. There was a bar stocked with every liqueur imaginable and a dance floor with a stripper pole. Think, think! How far was she willing to go for information? What chances did she have if she just knocked him out now? She was back here, so the personnel should see her as a valued customer giving her free reign to find out what she needed and get out, but if this was as dangerous as she surmised, well...it wouldn't be that hard to find a snowy gryphon in this city. The panther leaned on the table and Rita went over and placed a hand on his chest and moved around behind him. "Two top predators in an enclosed space" She purred as she rand her taloned claw down underneath his shirt, using her claws ever so slightly on his fur to simulate a sense of danger. Her talons were bigger than his claws, and even though they were kept respectfully trimmed they could do some damage. "Now why don't you show me just what kind of predator you are"

She didn't want to do this, but she was in too deep now, if he suspected something she'd lose more than her dignity this night. She had thought about trying to get him drunk first, but then it would seem she wasn't interested in him (which she wasn't) and it would make him suspicious. Stalling also seemed out of the question for the same reason. Her best bet was play this through and at least get a list of contacts from his phone or something to make it worth the while. She wasn't too happy about the idea of Trunks getting away, but if she landed this panther she might yet have a chance to get back here again. Let him make the next move.

[Leo]

"My brother was accused of everything under the sun back in St. Croix and he had to escape. I thought he was innocent so I went with him, but his dream lead him here where he died within the first week. He was the top predator back home, but here he didn't quite measure up."

Jag lisned to her as he leader. That would keep her alive for now, he would keep this ear highly tuned thow. He smiled simpthticly.
“sorry to hear that, but this city isn’t no pond, and if he was a big fish he wouldn’t of had much luck sharks rome these waters”, he said not dwelling on the subject any more then that.

Once they were in the room and she was behind him purring in his ear. Jag felt that thrill of exsitment he always got before his sessions. He sented the air, there was no arousal coming from her thow, as of him there was that musk that all males gave of when getting sexul exsited. He made up his mind then, he would have his fun then find out what this girl was all about.

He quickly turned to face her, and put his warm paw next to her cheek and brushed it gently.
“well my huntess I hope your ready”, he then pushed in and kissed her, deeply and passinetly. Wile he did it he pushed his weight more into her, he let his paw move down over her body following the curves of her form. He liked what he felt.

He pushed her back to try and lay her down on the table as he did this he undone acuple of bottons on his shirt, with a well exsprinensed paw.
He lent in to kiss her again, deeper then before.

(sorry I think this kinda sucked, also make you next post in the mature seccion my friend )