Re: Supermodel Vanessa ((Atzura and desertpaladin))
The bar was a quiet and tranquil place... for a bar.
The people there were generally pleasant, often times a big shot would buy drinks for everyone or just the ladies... or at least the ladies with large breasts.
The owner and keeper was a cool cat of a man, called Donnie. He was dark skinned and bald, relaxed and always had a sneaky smirk on his face, perfect for his job. He always had what you wanted to, and he mixed things up well. He never talked shit, he never started problems although he's finished one or two, thanks to a silver, stylish flintlock pistol he keeps under his counter. It was an antique, an antique that had drilled through the shoulders of one very angry, rabid man, some years back.
He nodded towards Lawrence with his reassuring grin and got him his cold beers, preparing a third, for he knew Lawrence would likely get it next.
People were conversating, having a good time and relaxing... until...
"Holy shit! Look! Latminda!" Yelled a drunk office worker, just to the left of Lawrence. Towards the door was Latminda Ragos, Vanessa's big competitor and likely the only person who could do enough damage to kick Vanessa out of fame. They weren't related, but they shared the rare, exotic and famous last name.
Latminda was truly gorgeous, a living goddess, although she had the air to her, she didn't seem to have such a negative attitude about everything. Her dark hair came down her shoulders elegantly, and she was hellaciously modern, a true diva, a real subject for a magazine. Not some punk ass girl who scored big, and now thinks her shit doesn't stink.
The woman was immediately mobbed. She was tight competition with Vanessa, who's guards would have already assraped the entire bar, including Lawrence and Donnie. Latminda had guards too, who dressed almost exactly the same as Vanessa's.
"People, calm the hell down! She's here to relax with you, but she can't if you're all going to leech onto her!" Yelled the biggest man she had, the model signing autographs and shaking hands with people she didn't know.
"It's great to meet you... Hi there.... Good evening..." She had a smile on her face. She was smart. Things like these made you loved by more people, but a hardcore Vanessa fan could and would have hurt her. Lawrence's contract with LUST was in jeaporady so long as this woman was around, but at least she seemed pleasant.
"Excuse me! I just want to take a seat!" She said, under some laughter, men and women yelling for her attention.
The drunk officeman beside Lawrence tried to meet her too, but intentionally groped her, earning himself a sudden gasp from Latminda, followed by a loud, "WAIT!" But it was far too late, the office man was punished by a crushing elbow for feeling up on her, perhaps a warning for everyone in there.
Donnie clapped his hands a few times, "Alright people, sit your asses down and continue to relax and chill, or get the hell out of my joint. Latminda, welcome to my little shack, please have a seat, enjoy your stay." He motioned towards the stool right beside Lawrence's it wasn't intetional or anything, but it was the closest available spot. Latminda squeezed through her bodyguards, there were three of them, the office man was nowhere to be seen. It was a little scary, his suitcase was still at Lawrence's side.
Latminda sat down, looking over at Lawrence and back at Donnie. "Midori Sour please? Can you make it with just a few pieces of ice?"
Donnie smiled. "As you wish Miss Ragos." He pushed the third beer Lawrence didn't order towards him. No man drinks just two beers.
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