Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery
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				Title: <strong>Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 09:20:40</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">RAINBOW</span></span></strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">CAKE</span></span></strong></div><br><div align="center"><strong>The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong></div><br><em>The rain-slick streets of Anchor Town seemed to glow in the midst of the storm, the bright street lamps not withstanding. People roamed, stalked, clopped and stomped through the driving sleet and wind. One of the still brightly lit buildings in the grayness of the early evening sky was a three-story high building, the walls of red brick now soaked to a darker color from the rain. On the top and middle floor were rooms, converted from storage rooms into small apartments for certain individuals who could either pay the price for them, or had employment in the shop on the ground floor.</em><br><br><em>A brightly colored sign proclaimed 'The Rainbow Cake Bakery' to all and sundry; not even the rain could diminish the colorful letters. Peering through the door and the one large shop window revealed numerous cakes, pastries, cookies, and other goods. The main room is just through the front door, the black and white checkered floor showcasing the bright colors of all the different treats.</em><br><br><em>But those in the know don't go immediately to the cakes and cookies on display. They ask if they can arrange a delivery of the Rainbow Cake's namesake; a six-layer cake of different colors, covered in an icing of their choice. When the delivery is made, the customer is given a slip of paper with a time and a date; their 'appointment' of entering the store and from there, into a hidden world.</em><br><br><em>From the back of the bakery, people one at a time ask if they can be let into the bakery for a slice of the cake 'with whipped cream on top'. These code words grant access from the back of the shop to a storage closet with a false shelf, showing a stairway leading down into several other rooms, and finally, at the end of the stairs... a bar, serving bathtub gin and illegal hooch to the paying customers.</em><br><br><em>Cigarette and cigar smoke waft in the air, as the sounds of a seductive saxophone, tinny piano keys, heart-pounding bass and tap-tap-tap of the drums brings out the dreamer in everyone. There's always a bartender on duty, every time of the day. Fresh air is vented through several ducts and air vents on the ceiling, keeping it muggy but serviceable. Pool table, darts, cards, vices of the gambling sort are as easily to find, and maybe even more easy, than a soft shoulder to lean against.</em><br><br><em>This is the age of Prohibition, of hot jazz and cold drinks, of what is the law and what is right. This is the city of Anchor Town, USA. This is the story of the Rainbow Cake Bakery and those who called it home.</em><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 10:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Leatherheads-renee-zellweger.jpg)</div>"...With whipped cream on top?" Maxine Franklin spoke the somewhat ridiculous pass phrase, a bored expression on her face. She had been here before, and was used to it. She just hoped that this evening there would be someone in the bar worth taking home.<br><br>She waited while the secret door was opened for her and slipped daintily through, then trip-trapped down the stairs in her stilettos<sup>1</sup>. At the bottom she gave a lopsided grin to the sexy but bored looking woman with the three bulges - two boobs and a gun, Max assumed, and getting no reaction, headed inside the bar. The band was playing a merry tune and she couldn't help half dancing to the infectios jazz beat as she made her way to the bar.<br><br>Getting the attention of the barkeeper, she grinned. "A glass of your finest paint stripper please?" She giggled. Prohibition had not stopped the flow of alcohol, it had just seriously reduced the quality. When the glass arrived, filled to the brim with a clear, oily liquid, Max took her cigarette out of her mouth, held it as far away from the drink as she could in an exaggerated show of precaution, and lifted the beverage to her lips. Taking a sip, her eyes went wide and she quickly set the glass down again before she spilled any on her clothes. "WOW!" she gasped, then coughed. "Damn but that's strong!"<br><br><hr><br>1] <em>Historical note: According to my research the stiletto heel first appeared in the 1900s, but wasn't officially called that until the 1950s. There may have been some use of the name in the 30s but I can't substantiate it. However, I'm using the word because everyone knows what a stiletto heel is.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>freakula86</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 12:43:06</strong>
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				Christopher Miles exited a cab, paying off the cab driver looking down to make sure that this place was the right address. The place looked more like a Bakery than anything it was a nice place, it looked like a good front for anything that would be illegal. Chris stepped through the door looking around his fedora a top of his head, wearing his white shirt and red tie around his neck. Chris was a bit surprised at the sight, the place looked really good everything really flowed well with the colors.&nbsp; Chris was trying to ponder everything in his head, he remembered the phrase somewhat and he hoped he wasn't wrong. "..With whipped cream on top." Chris walked on into the building further in and past the back carrying his suitcase in, his belt was a chain that ran through his belt loops holding up his pants with a padlock as the buckle.<br><br>This was Chris's first time to be in a place like this stepping into a room where there was just a shelf, not realizing it was a hidden door. If anyone would come looking for this place they wouldn't find the hidden secrets. Chris gently pressed on the wall where the shelf hung and a door opened up with a staircase leading down. Chris stepped and walked down the steps looking over and watching the change of scenery as he entered the new room. He looked to the side noticing the bulge of a firearm on the woman that stood no more than 5 feet from him. Chris tipped his hat to her and entered the bar area, looking around trying to get the feel of the new area of the Bakery. Chris would have never thought that a nice and hip club would be at the bottom of a place like this, he was amazed at everything.<br><br>He walked over to the bar sitting down at it looking over at the different hard alcohol, this place had it all and he was bewildered at it. It looked like Chris had found his home away from home, even if that meant he had no actual home. He got the attention of the barkeep, "A glass of your finest hooch please." When his glass arrived he nodded his head and sipped his hooch, his eyes went wide. "Damn, now that is the stuff!" Chris looked around the room rolling his arms and stretching leaning back for a stretch cracking his bones, his fine toned build was showing from his shirt that wrapped snugly around his body, he would mind his own business and admire the scenery while sipping on his glass of hooch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 19:18:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/PatriciaBell.jpg)</div>The dressing room was small and one she would have to share.&nbsp; Looking into the light framed mirror Veronica Bell checked her makeup and hair one last time.&nbsp; A spritz of far too expensive perfume on her more than ample bosom was the final touch.&nbsp; A knock on the door interrupted her pre-show ritual.&nbsp; “Five minutes Miss Bell!”&nbsp; <br><br>It didn't matter how often she performed, the chance to be on stage always left her excited.&nbsp; She could feel her pulse racing as she tried to take a calming breath.&nbsp; Standing with practiced grace she tugged the dress to ensure it rested just so.&nbsp; While she certainly wouldn't mind and doubted the customers would either, she didn't want it slipping down to give more of a show than planned.&nbsp; It was her first time on stage here after all.<br><br>Hips swaying she moved through the cluttered and crowded back hall, occasionally pressing against the wall to keep out of the way of the rushing waitstaff.&nbsp; The sound of the band soothed her somewhat.&nbsp; They'd rehearsed together once already and she'd been amazed by their talent.&nbsp; Though with prohibition bands really weren't in demand.&nbsp; Alcohol and music seemed to just fit.&nbsp; That crime added into the mix so easily didn't surprise her in the least.&nbsp; <br><br>Moving quietly to the Off Right wing she peeked through the curtain, trying to get a feel for the gathering crowd.&nbsp; She was about to make her debut in Anchor Town, it had to be good.&nbsp; Not only did she want to make a name for herself as a singer, she wanted to attract the eyes of those with money to spend.&nbsp; They might as well spend it on her, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-08-2012, 20:45:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/YAY.jpg)</div>Jeremy Townsend's fingers flew over the ivory keys with elegance and grace, making sure the beauty was up to tune. The night was just beginning and after a busy day in the bakery, he was more than ready for a night of drinking, smoking, and doing what he did best, stroking that piano just right. He loosened his tie before hopping off the stage and making a quick trip to the bar. He'd get his nightly glass of hooch before returning. <br><br>They had five minutes or less until the new fox joined him and the others on stage. He had already caught a good peak of her on his way down from upstairs and if he were into ladies, damn. She'd be one nice piece of candy for their troupe. <br><br>At the bar, he stood by Maxine as he nodded to Alex behind the bar for a glass of his usual before smling her way. "How is your evening so far, my darling Maxine?" She was a regular, and a widow. Poor thing was there practically every night looking for someone to love.&nbsp; <br><br>As he looked that way, he noticed behind her, a particularly large man, eyes wide as he drank from his own glass. The reaction from Rainbow Cakes finest hooch was always priceless. He himself grimaced slightly at the burn that slid down his throat and warmed his belly. <em>Hmm, new bouncer. Probably only likes the women though,</em> he thought to himself with a shrug as he took another big gulp from the glass he had received from Alex. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 00:30:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/VicSmall.png)</div><br>Victor grinned as the band finished up their last song. "Thank you everyone and keep ordering drinks, we'll be back shortly!" He doffed his hat to the audience and turned on his heel to head backstage again. There he bumped into Veronica Bell, the lovely siren up next. Vic smiled disarmingly at her and bobbed his head, "The lovely Miss Bell. Big performance up next, eh? I know you'll knock 'em dead out there. Why, with looks like yours, I'd wager you could simply stand there and get a thunderous applause. The lovely singing voice is an added bonus." He smiled and slid his hands into his pockets. "You want us to play the usual or do you have something special in mind for this evening? I've also been working on a duet for the two of us." Vic held up his hands and grinned, "I know, I know, perhaps a tad rude to work on something like that without asking your permission, but when the muse strikes I do what the kind lady says."
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				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 03:29:35</strong>
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				Veronica watched the audience with a predatory eye, noticing which tables had those that had money to spare and those that were spending their last dime on a drink.&nbsp; It was certainly different than the places she’d worked before, classier for one.&nbsp; As the music faded and the band retreated for a break between sets she let her gaze wander over them.&nbsp; All men and all attractive.<br>&nbsp;<br>At Victor's approach she gave her most charming smile, resting a hand on her hip to accentuate her curves.&nbsp; Not that they needed any help.&nbsp; “You’ve just described the first time I was on stage!”&nbsp; Hiding her mouth behind a gloved hand she laughed at the comment about her simply standing there and receiving applause.&nbsp; It was certainly true and something she liked to exploit.<br>&nbsp;<br>“I was thinking about Why Don’t You Do Right, maybe add a little…flash to it.&nbsp; Give the customers something to think about other than keeping the money in their pockets.&nbsp; Does your band know it?&nbsp; And don’t worry about working on a duet, I’m sure it will be quite the piece.&nbsp; Who am I to stand in the way of the artistic muse?&nbsp; Shame my own has an interest in…different pursuits.”&nbsp; Giving a wink and half smile she left it at that. &nbsp;Better to let them wonder and fantasize, made the game more interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>freakula86</strong> on <strong>15-08-2012, 07:49:27</strong>
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				Chris sat at the bar concentrating on his hooch sipping it more and more, he placed the glass down turning to face the stage. An empty stage is what he saw for a few moments before he decide to stand up from being cooped up inside a cab for a long period of time. Chris placed his arms behind his back stretching out his back and rolling his neck. He would turn around pay the man behind the bar, and he was headed to the bathroom disappearing behind a door, taking about 5 minutes he would exit the door and come back into the bar. Chris walked back over and sat back down at the bar going back to sipping on his hooch, "whoa! that hit the spot yet again." Chris's eyes wandered around the club his eyes moved back and forth as he let out a long yawn for moment, before he went back to enjoying his hooch.
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 02:36:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ll0998U2ku1qgc6fao1_500.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Josiah "Big Joe" O'Leary loved his job. Music meant the world to him. Playing with his bandmates or in Rainbow Cake he was home. After the band's last song he walked off stage and moseyed over to the bar. He saw Maxine there next to Jeremy and gave them a friendly smile in passing. Even though the blonde beauty was a regular, he'd never seized the opportunity to actually talk to her. He didn't know why, he wasn't normally shy at all. But something about her made him nervous. Maybe it had something to do with those intense baby blue eyes of hers. <br>Drumsticks in one hand and seven cents in the other, he ordered some coffee. He would save any other drinking for a bit later. While adding a shot of cream to his cup, Big Joe noticed a glass of hooch left unattended. It shortly became attended to by a man about as big&nbsp; &nbsp;as himself. His olive green eyes looked the other young man over quickly. He was new. "I wouldn't leave that hooch unattended, brother. You might come back again and find it dry. It's the best in Anchor Town." He chuckled and held out a hand, "Big Joe's my name. What's yours?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>freakula86</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 03:46:48</strong>
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				As Chris took a seat he noticed a big guy standing next to the bar and Chris's hooch was off to the left. The man had ordered coffee, hearing his remark Chris laughed a bit. "Oh sorry I almost didn't see you there, so your name is Big Joe, nice to meet you I am Christopher Miles, Chris or Miles to my friends Joe." Chris shook Joe's hand and then chuckled again, noticing the drumsticks in his hand. Chris stared down at them for a brief moment and then snapped back out of his daze. "Oh so your in a band you play the drums I take it, very nice and fun instrument to get your aggression out on Joe." Chris finished off his glass of hooch staring at Joe for a moment. "Yeah your right I shouldn't leave this unattended I don't want it to come up missing next time, good call thanks man. I am new here, just looking to see where I fit into all of this. I came to look for a bouncer position but I could do with a little enforcing if someone needed it." Chris smiled again and then laughed dropping Joe's hand and placing his hand at his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>16-08-2012, 04:06:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/VicSmall.png)</div><br>Vic flashed Veronica that easy grin of his, "Of course we know it, Miss Bell. Hell, for a gal like you we'd play anything. I'm sure you'll knock 'em dead tonight. Just wait, you'll be playin' more than gin joints soon enough. There's going to be posters of you up on every block and sold out shows in every town. I know talent when I see it! It's just a matter of catchin' that big break." He motioned to himself, "Just look at me. This is quite the step up for a guy who used to play with his band on street corners and in parks." He turned slightly and placed his hat back on his head, offering the buxom redhead a smile, "You interested in getting a drink with me after closing tonight?"
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				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 02:37:19</strong>
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				eronica couldn’t help but be charmed by Vic’s smile.&nbsp; She’d always appreciated those with a self-assured air, and the band leader certainly had it.&nbsp; “So long as the posters are for my performances rather than for my arrest.&nbsp; I seem to have a knack for falling in with the wrong sorts.&nbsp; Must be because they’re so much fun.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Brushing back the red waterfall from over her eye she openly looked Vic up and down at his question.&nbsp; A small smile played at her lips as she seemed to consider.&nbsp; “If nothing better comes along, I think I could manage a drink or two.&nbsp; Don’t want to make any promises.&nbsp; Who knows what the night may hold.” <br>&nbsp;<br>Growing bolder she tapped a finger at the underside of Vic’s chin.&nbsp; “Though so far, I’m not liking my options out among the clientele.”&nbsp; There were one or two who seemed attractive, as well as one or two that appeared to have money.&nbsp; But she was still settling in and wasn’t ready to start conning anyone out of what fortune they had left just yet.&nbsp; This time she was going to try and stay away from the gangsters.&nbsp; They were more trouble than they were worth…mostly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 08:39:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc188/rowantree13/MorganHoyt-1.png)</div><em>'Sheesh, it's one hell of a night,'</em> Morgan thought to herself, glancing up at the cloudy and darkening evening sky. <br><br>The day had began promisingly enough, with a delivery to Mrs. Post of a whole 'Rainbow Cake'. The old lady had given the runner a bottle of her homemade bathtub gin, and with a little 'experimenting', the stuff could be purified enough to not cause blindness or any other... unsightly conditions. <br><br>Arriving to the bakery just in time for the evening rush, Morgan had let in Mrs. Franklin, the wealthy widow; the lady probably had more pocket change than people see in a month's pay, but she was a customer, and respected as such. Then a big hulking fellow arrived, and Morgan made sure to look up at the guy with a friendly grin. <em>'Wow, he'd make a heck of a bouncer!'</em><br><br>Through the supply room door, she could hear the faint notes of music as the band finished their latest number. It was a shame she couldn't yet go see the show, since the newest singer had been described as 'a heck of a looker' by a few of the boys. But she had to keep an eye on Mike Stoddart, the head chef-<br><br><strong>"Look, I don't have time for games, wiseguy, just tell me where you're keeping the hooch at!"</strong> Morgan could hear the shouting from the kitchen as she opened the supply room door, locking it securely and wincing at the gruff tones of a familiar police officer. 'Uh-oh, sounds like Mike's got another blue visitor today...' <br><br>Michael was already locked in a heated argument as Morgan entered the Rainbow Cake's kitchen. "How many times I gotta tell you guys?" He was shouting over the counter at the cop, as the blue-blood's squad car idled parked outside on the street. "There ain't a drop of booze in this place, just like everywhere else! This whole city is so damned dry it's a miracle you can still get a glass of water!"<br><br>Morgan winced, tipping her hat down and shading her eyes as the blue-uniformed flatfoot glared at Mike. <strong>"Rules is still rules, Stoddart, and you know it!"</strong> The cop growled, swiftly turning his head, blue eyes like ice chips as he noticed the newest entry into the kitchen.<br><br>"Hello, Sergeant Riley," Morgan said, nodding politely. She looked back up at Mike, catching his eye. "Missus Post got her delivery, and she says 'thank you' for the cookie trays you keep makin'!" <br><br><strong>"Cookie trays, Mike? What happened, did you run out of moonshine to make 'rum cake'?"</strong> The sergeant asked, flippantly. <strong>"Why don't you call that kind of cake 'moonshine' instead of-"</strong><br><br>"Because that's the name for it! 'Rum cake' sounds a lot better than 'a mix of butter, sugar, and spices that tastes kind of like Rum cake, don't you think, officer?" Michael was still in an argumentative mood. Of course his rum cakes were genuine. He made a fortune off them as such. No other bakery was able to match the flavor of real rum like Michael could. "So do you have any other 'evidence' to confront me with, now that we've gotten that out of the way? Or would you like to poke around again?" Michael turned to look at Morgan with an exasperated face.<br><br>Sergeant Riley sighed, shaking his head. <strong> "Not anymore today, I've got to be on the rest of my beat,"</strong> The cop held a nightstick in a meaningful way. <strong>"But remember, Stoddart, I've got an eye on you,"</strong> The sergeant growled, before opening the door and exiting out into the pouring rain. Morgan crossed her arms, glancing up at Mike.<br><br>"Hard luck, baker man. There's gotta be a way to get the fuzz off of this place somehow." She shook her head. "All because your cakes are the best in town, somebody's got to rain on the parade." <br><br>"Tell me about it. It's worse than my old place." Michael said with a bit of a smirk. Less than a year ago, any joke about the closing of Michael's former steakhouse would have been met with a lot more than just a harsh glare. These days, the man was making jokes about it himself. It just didn't hurt to think about anymore. In one way, he was almost glad it had. Working at the Rainbow Cake was easily the most exciting job he'd ever had, and in some ways, the most rewarding. Morg wasn't a bad dame to work with, either. He had more in common with her than most deliver 'boys' he had over the years.<br><br>"By the way, Morg, the big boss called. You know where to find her." He motioned at the door to his side, which lead to the dry storage room where he kept all his flour, sugars, yeasts... everything a bakery needed to run. "Make sure you let her know Riley dropped in to say hi again."<br><br>With a grin, she nodded as she headed back to the supply room, making a note to call Florida a few hours later, when the timing was right. <em>'Can't wait to hear from 'Mama' again...'</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 18:16:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148874.msg6766143#msg6766143">Quote from: freakula86 on 16-08-2012, 03:46:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As Chris took a seat he noticed a big guy standing next to the bar and Chris's hooch was off to the left. The man had ordered coffee, hearing his remark Chris laughed a bit. "Oh sorry I almost didn't see you there, so your name is Big Joe, nice to meet you I am Christopher Miles, Chris or Miles to my friends Joe." Chris shook Joe's hand and then chuckled again, noticing the drumsticks in his hand. Chris stared down at them for a brief moment and then snapped back out of his daze. "Oh so your in a band you play the drums I take it, very nice and fun instrument to get your aggression out on Joe." Chris finished off his glass of hooch staring at Joe for a moment. "Yeah your right I shouldn't leave this unattended I don't want it to come up missing next time, good call thanks man. I am new here, just looking to see where I fit into all of this. I came to look for a bouncer position but I could do with a little enforcing if someone needed it." Chris smiled again and then laughed dropping Joe's hand and placing his hand at his side.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Joe made a mental note about Chris's mention of enforcing. He would keep that in mind to tell Morgan at some point during the night, if not then after closing. "I know someone who might be able to make that happen for you. Ah the drums, yeah they help out when I'm having troubles. All music does for me. I just slip into the sea of a melody and let the rhythm carry me to a better place." He said then finished up his coffee. It wouldn't be long before he had to go back onstage. He got a good vibe from Chris, friends were always nice to have. "Well, welcome to Rainbow Cake, man. I'm going to go see what songs are coming up but hopefully I'll see you around." Joe gave Chris a nod then went to find Vic. <br>As soon as he hit backstage he was half-tempted to walk back out. There stood Vic talking with the glamourous Miss Bell. Joe had forgotten her first name but certainly not out of dislike or malice. 'Smooth, that man is smooth.' Smirking, Joe adjusted his glasses and decided to just ask from there. He could see Vic potentially had something going on. "Hey Vic! What's Miss Bell's selection for tonight?" He called from the side doorway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 18:30:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/VicSmall.png)</div><br>Victor pretended to look wounded, placing a hand on his chest and gasping, "Miss Bell you wound me! If nobody better shows up. That's not something any man wants to hear. He'd much prefer 'why you're the only one in this entire place that captures my interest' or something of the sort. We're suckers for that kind of buttering up, you know." He grins a little and relaxes, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I don't blame you, though. A woman of your beauty could have any man she wanted. That you'd even entertain the notion of spending a little time with a grubby band leader like me is flattering." The singer winked at her playfully and smiled again. <br><br>As she touched his chin he gently took her hand, raised it and gave her a slow twirl, as if they were dancing. They'd already been doing a little bit of verbal dancing anyway, a little flirting back and forth. "So you're saying the only thing stiff out there are the drinks and not the competition?" He playfully dipped Veronica, then straightened up again, settling his other hand on her hip. <br><br><em>"Hey Vic! What's Miss Bell's selection for tonight?"</em><br><br>Inwardly, Victor cursed at the lousy timing, but he kept his smile in place. The lovely signer's show was about to start soon anyway. He released Veronica and slid his hands back into his pockets, "I believe our scarlet siren has settled on 'Why Don’t You Do Right', if I heard her correctly"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>freakula86</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 19:24:04</strong>
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				Chris smiled at Joe watching the man leave headed back behind the stage, Chris nodded his head after listening to Joe. "This place seems like the right and proper place for me." Chris got up from the bar nodding his head at the bartender. "That was some good hooch, thanks for that." Chris moved around looking over admiring everything that Rainbow Cake had to offer. Pretty women, good music, and nice people from what he could tell thus far since being here at the club hidden well under the bakery. Chris would just walk around stretching out his legs and body scanning the whole area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 03:18:20</strong>
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				<em> "I believe our scarlet siren has settled on 'Why Don’t You Do Right', if I heard her correctly"</em><br><br>Joe gave a quick nod then left the two be, whirling a drumstick between his fingers as he left. He understood what it was like to be in that situation. Even if it wasn't as often as the other band members. It just took a certain kind of woman to unearth that side of his personality. He'd been asked a few times what exactly did pull his trigger. All he could think of to say was that he knew it when he felt it. The one thing he would always feel was playing in the band. Joe ducked into a side hallway that led to the basement, near the "wet" storage room. Standing where it gave him a clear view of the stage without being in the way or necessarily being seen he began to quietly practice the beat for 'Why Don't You Do Right' on the brick wall before him. He kept an eye out for a cue from Vic that it was time to get onstage again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 04:47:58</strong>
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				Veronica plump red lips formed a smirk.&nbsp; “Men like you don't need buttering up.&nbsp; I've yet to meet a band leader without some hubris to spare.&nbsp; And only one that didn't want more than just drinks.&nbsp; Seems his drinking partners had a lot more in common with you than I.&nbsp; Which was a shame.”<br><br>The twirl was unexpected.&nbsp; Laughing softly in genuine surprise she spun, allowing Vic to lead this particular dance.&nbsp; Her dress was scandalous by any standard and his hand on her lower back as he dipped her brushed against bare skin, sending delicious shivers through her body.&nbsp; Rising with a faint flush she only offered a smile to his bold move, letting the hand on her hip remain.<br><br>Another man's voice broke through the moment, her green eyes looking past Vic to see a mountain of a man.&nbsp; A rather interesting looking man.&nbsp; Even as Vic stated her song choice and she fingered the edge of his vest she let her eyes roam over the...drummer based on the drumsticks in hand.&nbsp; “You heard correctly.”&nbsp; Never for a moment did she seem embarrassed at being caught in what could seem a compromising position.&nbsp; She'd been caught in far worse, as well as far more enjoyable.&nbsp; The drummer was gone before she could say more, but it wasn't as though she wouldn't get the chance to talk with him later.&nbsp; <br><br>Lifting one arm she casually draped it over Vic's shoulder.&nbsp; “You are a bold one, aren't you?&nbsp; It has been said, fortune favors the bold.&nbsp; What are the rules about staff...drinking with one another?”&nbsp; It was clear she meant more than drinking and likely didn't care about the rules.&nbsp; Especially when she moved a bit closer, breasts pressing slightly against Vic's chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>24-08-2012, 05:41:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/VicSmall.png)</div><br>"Bold?" said Vic, "I prefer 'honest and forthright'. It sounds a little more gentlemanly that way." He let out a little laugh. At her proposal, Victor smiled charmingly, "Well, to that I say that some rules were meant to be broken. Why, if that weren't true we wouldn't be in such a fine establishment in the first place." The band leader slid his arms around the redhead's waist, pulling her in close against him, chest-to-chest. His left hand slid upwards, fingertips trailing slowly up her back. Victor's brown eyes stared into hers, his hand sliding up further, gliding through her hair before gently sweeping it away from her face and cupping her cheek. He slowly draws her in, brushing his lips against her own in a soft kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 00:13:35</strong>
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				“I've learned some rules are best to not break.&nbsp; Or you will be broken by the result.”&nbsp; There was a tremor in Veronica's voice as Vic's fingers left goosebumps trailing up along her back.&nbsp; Her green eyes met his brown ones, a smile tugging at her lips as he became more forthright.&nbsp; Leaning into his hand, she pressed even closer, allowing Vic to feel each and every curve of her body.&nbsp; Parting her lips she teasingly licked at his lips before pulling back.&nbsp; “You still owe me a drink.”&nbsp; Once more her soft, bubbling laugh escaped as her hands rested on his shoulders and she tried to push him away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 09:26:57</strong>
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				"...Yeah, Mama, it was Riley again... just the usual, making trouble for Mike... no, I haven't told him yet," Morgan sighed, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "He's been really busy with all of the special orders, and I dunno if he'd be interested... well, yeah, but- what I mean is..." She sighed, listening to the advice given from the benefactor of the bakery. <br><br>The delivery 'boy' was actually nodding to the words, finally looking toward the ceiling as if imploring God to stop the tirade. "Yes, Mama... I understand. I'll tell Mike. Okay. Okay, tell Harry I said hello... yes, ma'am. Love you, Mama... bye." The phone was placed back onto the cradle, as Morgan sighed. <em>'Mama's always a long talker, but at least she and Harry are alright...'</em><br><br>With a careful look around, Morgan slipped through the passageway in the storage room, heading down the stairs to the bar. Already there were plenty of gents and ladies, each with their own potion of preference. Hopping onto a bar-stool, Morgan waved down the bartender. "Barkeep, give me a scotch on the rocks, and I mean ice!" The delivery 'boy' grinned. <br><br><em>"Yeah, yeah,"</em> the bartender groused, giving a wink and a nod out toward the waiting audience. <em>"Wait'll you get a load of the new song-bird, kid. She's a heck of a looker!"</em><br><br>"That's what I heard," Morgan quipped, turning toward the stage. She noticed all the guys in the audiences were crowded around, waiting expectantly, a few wolf-whistles breaking out. "She must be, to have all of those starched collars upright!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 16:25:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/VicSmall.png)</div><br>Victor grinned as she playfully pushed him away. His hands retreated to her hips. "I know. I didn't think you'd let me forget. I think you're on though, Miss Bell. It's time to get out on that stage and knock 'em dead." The singer smiled at her, "I'm lookin' forward to hearing that lovely singing voice of yours." He stepped away, smile lingering as he made his way back on stage. Victor took his place at the front and waited for the rest of his band to get back before he addressed the audience, "Everyone comfortable? Got yourselves a nice drink and a seat? Good, because this lady comin' up is going to knock you off your feet! Allow me to introduce one of the most beautiful and talented women in the country! Miss Veronica Bell!" Victor turned and waved to the curtains, where she would emerge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 19:20:52</strong>
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				Big Joe saw Vic emerge from backstage. In no time he made his way behind the drums, ready to perform. He tucked his regular sticks on a little table behind him, then picked up the brushes (http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e246/DESGREYMUSIC/ppbrush12.jpg). As the bandleader addressed the audience, Joe scanned the eager crowd. If it wasn't a full house then, it soon would be. Miss Bell already had them whistling in anticipation. Veronica, that was her name. He filed it away in his memory. From rehearsal earlier he remembered her voice had been quite a lovely one. Eager to hear it again himself, Joe laid down the sultry beat of her selection. He thought it would be fun to see how she would work the crowd. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>freakula86</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 23:40:14</strong>
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				Chris looked over at the stage seeing Vic and Joe emerge from the curtains onto the stage. Chris listened to the wolf whistles surrounding them he looked around to see who they were whistling at. Chris rummage through his pocket in his shirt pulling out a cigarette from his pack. He put it in between his lips sparking it up and and taking a big inhale of smoke blowing it from his nose. Chris just awaited to hear the lovely woman that was suppose to come up and sing, the beat of Big Joe on the drums was a nice hip swing of things. Chris sat down not at the bar but off to the side trying to grab a good seat before the show.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 05:23:44</strong>
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				Veronica took a deep breath as Vic stepped away.&nbsp; Closing her eyes she focused on the upcoming number, rather than the ghostly memory of the kiss on her lips.&nbsp; With her mind clear she checked her dress and makeup, waiting for the cue.&nbsp; The introduction made her smile, the man certainly knew how to work her ego, if not the crowd.&nbsp; As the applause and whistles grew she wondered just what they'd heard about her.&nbsp; Whatever it was, she was ready to leave the rumors far behind and make the audience beg for more.<br><br>Moving into place behind the curtains she barely had to wait before the soft sensual beat of the song began.&nbsp; Slipping just her leg out from between the curtains she made her entrance, her voice carrying through the club.&nbsp; Even though it was her first time here, it was just like any other club.&nbsp; Confident and pushing past the boundaries of decency she moved along the stage and among the crowd, working them.&nbsp; She felt alive for the first time since arriving here and it showed.<br><br><div align="center">Jessica Rabbit - Why don't you do right (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yy5THitqPBw#ws)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Styx26</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 05:33:25</strong>
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				Morgan had placed the glass of scotch back onto the bar; and was glad that she hadn't drank from it, otherwise the draft of liquor would be on the floor along with her jaw. <em>'Holy mackerel, that's one classy dame!'</em> The delivery boy thought, eyes riveted on the red-haired siren strutting her stuff around the room. <br><br>Noticing the awe-stricken looks of some of the others in the audience, as well as the three fellows who were kicked away, pushed down, and teased by the performer, Morgan realized she wasn't the only one who felt this way. The woman passed by the bar; not enough for Morgan to get a touch or anything, but just enough to admire that gorgeous body up close. <br><br>When Miss Bell finished her act only to disappear behind the curtain, Morgan had almost knocked over the bar-stool when she sprang to her feet, applauding and whistling loudly. It took about five whole minutes for the club to quiet down, until someone called out 'Encore!', and a chant sprang up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 22:11:34</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=148874.msg6754845#msg6754845">Quote from: wolventears on 13-08-2012, 20:45:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">At the bar, he stood by Maxine as he nodded to Alex behind the bar for a glass of his usual before smling her way. "How is your evening so far, my darling Maxine?" She was a regular, and a widow. Poor thing was there practically every night looking for someone to love.&nbsp; <br><br>As he looked that way, he noticed behind her, a particularly large man, eyes wide as he drank from his own glass. The reaction from Rainbow Cakes finest hooch was always priceless. He himself grimaced slightly at the burn that slid down his throat and warmed his belly. <em>Hmm, new bouncer. Probably only likes the women though,</em> he thought to himself with a shrug as he took another big gulp from the glass he had received from Alex.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Ah Jeremy". Maxine smiled at the piano player. One of the few men in the club that she actually felt comfortable around because he wasn't trying to get into her knickers. "My evening so far is turning out reasonable." She smiled as the singer came onto the stage and put her fingers into her mouth to emit a very unlady-like wolf whistle. "The rot-gut in this place doesn't ever improve does it? I may, unless the lady of the house succeeds in purloining some higher quality hooch, have to get into moonshining, myself."<br><br>She sipped again and listened thoughtfully to the song. She noticed the young redhead sitting nearby and giggled. "Hey Morgan? What would you do to get an evening alone with her, mmm?" As the song ended, Maxine joined in the applause and whistles, and began chanting "Encore, Encore", with everyone else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2012, 22:30:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_N0QwxalPdb8/R4rHnjJ2gEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X2s1u3fRTuU/s1600/dita_von_teese_moment_7_big.jpg)</div>Melanie Shute sighed as she sat in the tiny dressing room that she now shared with the singer. It was already cramped with just herself in there but now there were two sets of costumes, two make-up boxes... not that her own costumes took up that much room, most were pretty skimpy, after all.<br><br>She listened to Veronica's voice drift back-stage and sighed softly again. "If only I could sing like that", she muttered to herself, "I wouldn't be taking my clothes off for a living..." Then she looked at herself in the brightly lit mirror with it's ring of light bulbs and giggled. She knew it was a lie. She was born to be a stripper, she enjoyed stripping, and she wouldn't ever want to do anything else.<br><br>As the song finished, she listened to the roar of applause. "Well, Shullie, babe, looks like you've got yourself a rival!"<br><br>The shouts of <em>encore</em> made her fret, though. If Veronica's act went on too long, it would mean the cool-down comic getting cut and she would have to go on stage with an audience already ramped up by the sexy singer. She just hoped the bouncers were awake, that's all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aadreal</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:36:29</strong>
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				Veronica absolutely loved the reactions of the audience, crawling up onto the stage, trying to get a touch, a kiss.&nbsp; Anything they could from her.&nbsp; She normally wasn't that promiscuous while singing, having had jealous lovers watching carefully.&nbsp; <br><br>But here and now she was a free woman.&nbsp; And they were lapping it up.&nbsp; As the curtains closed, wrapping her in velvet for a moment before she pulled that long bare leg behind the curtain she felt...orgasmic.&nbsp; Smiling brightly at the band she blew them kisses in thanks as the applause when up.&nbsp; The call for an encore flushed her cheeks in excitement.&nbsp; <br><br>“Should we give it to them?&nbsp; How about “I'm Wild About That Thing”?”&nbsp; Looking between Vic and the other band members she waited to see if they knew the tune and agreed to another round.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rainbow Cake: The Rainbow Cake Bakery</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>freakula86</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 08:59:47</strong>
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				Chris walked back over to the bar taking a seat at the bar after listening to that lovely voice the lovely redhead that was on the stage only moments ago. He brought his fingers up to his lips and blowed wolf whistles at her, Chris was staring awfully hard at her. He thought to himself while listening to the others chanting for an encore. <em>That was beautiful I thought I was going to cry.</em> "I agree encore..encore"
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