<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/Butterfly_brawler_female_tattoo.jpeg)</div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328661.msg15726454#msg15726454">Quote from: PixelatedPixie on 23-01-2021, 22:55:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Butterfly, Stella, Junkcat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/><br/>Butterfly noted little in the way of landmarks.  The area was not as densely settled as downtown, and although there were a few industrial towers and stacks to the north and west, to the south was only the barrens of Puyullap and the towering mountains.  The bar was on a reasonably well-maintained road however, and it was a short shot through multiple routes to reach the 410.  None of the present vehicles stood out to her as unusual, though she did note the same graffiti, probably a gang sign, on multiple of the junked vehicles as well as a dumpster.  The graffiti took the form of a stylized jack-o-lantern.<br/><br/>Ronka gave Butterfly an appraising, almost respectful, look up and down as Butterfly hopped out of the van.  Her tongue flicked out for a moment to run along her lips, then she answered.<br/><br/>"You'll need to move any instruments, but you should be able to interface with our sound system easy enough.  The back entrance through the kitchen is the shortest route to the stage if you want to park back there."  She motioned as she spoke towards the dumpster that sat alongside the building, the proffered entrance likely being someplace beyond it.<br/><br/>"We pick up after dark."  Ronka answered Junkcat's question about business.  "That's when the heavy drinkers show."  The answer seemed honest, though a flicker of her eyes spoke of things left unsaid.<br/><br/>Ronka definitely licked her lips as Stella appeared, and this time her appraising gaze lingered a few moments longer than was necessary.  The hand she extended to take Stella's was slightly wet from the rain, and the overly strong grip she offered hinted that she saw Stella as a weak individual, lesser in some way.  <br/><br/>"We have a spare change room you can use, it's next to the staff ones.  You go on stage in 47 minutes, the deal with your agent was 4 hours with a half hour break, so don't try and skip out early."  The last was stated with a glower.  "Know?  The crowd is low class and hard drinkers, show some skin and they won't care if you sound like a cat going through a wood chipper."  She seemed about to continue when a man in a cook's clothes ran up and whispered something in her ear.  <br/><br/>"Again?"  She answered the man,  before shaking her head.  Then, aimed back at Stella.  "If you'll excuse me."  With that she turned to follow the cook towards the bar. <br/><br/>The change room was located in an addition on the back of the bar.  It was accessed through a narrow hallway connected to the kitchen.  The hallway had three doors, each a change room, and a washroom at the end.  Otherwise it had no windows and no exit except to the kitchen.  Each change room had a number of shelves and lockers, and a small attached washroom.  The washrooms each had a small window high up on the rear wall, but they didn't look like they opened. <br/><br/>The kitchen seemed to be the central hub of the place, with an exit to the change room hallway, outside, a storage room, and the main area.  The main area was a large open space.  The entrance to the kitchen was on an outer corner on the far wall from the main front entrance.  The stage, which was a couple of feet higher than the main floor, was located immediately next to the kitchen's door and took up the entirety of the rear wall.  A door to the public washrooms sat on the opposite side of the stage from the kitchen entrance.  The bar lined one side wall, booths lined the other.  The rest of the area had small tables surrounded with battered chairs.  There were a dozen tables scattered about, each with a half-dozen seats, plus a dozen or so stools on the wall, and a half-dozen large booths.  <br/><br/>There was a bouncer by the front entrance, a half dozen people in the kitchen, a couple of bartenders, and a trio of servers at work when the runners arrived.  Ronka was standing outside behind the bar, her back towards the runners and her voice low as she talked with someone over her comlink.  A half-dozen working class men were scattered across a trio of tables, but none looked of particular interest and most were already halfway through their drinks.<br/></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn<br/>Tagging: Barcrew, Hotelcrew, Stone, Ronka</strong><hr/>When Stella introduced herself with her "real" name, Butterfly frowned slightly - but only slightly.  Fame in the shadows was always risky, and she didn't want poor Stella collecting a permanent grudge from this biker gang as a result of whatever went down tonight, but ... well.  Sometimes things happen. And if Stone wanted her 'running under her real identity, well - Stone was calling the shots. For now.  Worse, was the gangsign in the junkyard. Butterfly nodded to the bouncer as she passed him, giving him a more than cursory glance up-and-down.  If this was<em>that</em>kind of territory and he made Ronka's cut, he would be more formidable than average - or there was other security that wasn't obvious.  Or The Guzzling Gal was just paid up.<br/><br/>When Stella mentioned the go-gangers as they went into the back room, Butterfly couldn't keep her eyes from widening, and a tiny wince from her face. The 'link so ...<em>thoughtfully</em>provided by their benefactor responded to Butterfly's will well enough.<br/><br/>|Don't mention the gangers aloud, miss. If they have ears here, that might give away our hand.  Unless you want to come across as a fangirl anyway, but if you do that - they're gon' wonder how you heard of them.|  She glanced over to the kitchen where Ronko had disappeared. |You want to talk to the owner, see if she's willing to send out some extra, targeted advertising? Or you want me to try? By that look she gave you, she clearly don't think of you as much but eye-candy| she 'linked, not thinking about how saying that might make Stella feel, |but we're probably gon' have to do<em>something</em>to coax them here.  Looks like this is Halloweener territory - the gun-and-bolts won't come here lightly, not unless they're already giving the 'weeners a cut.|<br/><br/>She wasn't above eyeing the starlet as she settled into the dressing room.<em>She's </em>definitely<em> a tasty snack.  Maybe I can use that when I talk to the manager.</em><br/><br/>|I'mma talk to her anyway. Let me know how you want to handle that deal, yeah? Jess, wanna keep her comp'ny?|<br/><br/>With a thought, she sent a text to the the distant crew in Renton. |At the bar. Looks like 'weener turf. Scope any relationship between them and any other gangs?|  She followed up with a message to Stone: |Show's on 'weener turf. Might need to advertise a bit to get the audience to show. Will deal w mgr for adverts, maybe a stream. Plan to offer 30%-70% the cost of advertising in order to get Stella more publicity. Approved investment?|<br/><br/>She didn't mention the target gang, or even that there<em>was</em>a target gang, in either of those messages.<em>Cards so close to the chest they could be pasties</em>an ex had once described Butterfly.  She also didn't say that she was prepared to take certain steps to ... persuade Ronka,<em>and</em>give Stone something he could market on his side-projects.<br/><br/>As she waited for responses, she stepped out of the dressing room to find the manager - listening for the big ork's voice first, then heading towards the kitchen. "Hey Ronka?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pix, let me know if I need to roll an Etiquette or something for this. Or roll Seattle Street Gangs knowledge.<br/></div></div>