10-28-2014, 05:38 PM
Ricky and her both ordered some food and a couple beers and she set to it. The bar was pretty full now and there was quite a bit of dancing going on. She enjoyed it on occasion herself. Not tonight though. Her mind was relaxed as it quietly processed their plans in the background. She was content to set there and watch the move of bodies to the music. She had to say that she really liked the way people dressed up when the went out. The men moved with smooth confidence- even those that, in her opinion, didn't have much to be confident about. Being 5'10 she was as tall as most of the men here, yet that did not keep them from sidling up to her and trying to make a move.
Quite a few pretty girls noticed, of course. The looks they shot her way made her laugh to herself. She wasn't particularly dolled up at all. But she knew she was pretty. Blonde. Tall. She was exotic and thus the source of more attention here. But she refused to dance. She talked a bit but gave little in response to any men who showed interest. She was hunting right now. Oh, not right this second. But her mindset was the hunt. She was only peripherally aware of Ricky out on the floor, though from what she saw, he certainly had the moves. He was helped by a particularly beautiful woman. When they were done, he returned and introduced the girl. Jacinda was polite and downed the shot immediately after saying thank you. But that only took part of her attention. Her mind was mostly on the upcoming job. A knotty problem, that.
They were looking at maybe 10 rougs in that convent. With the ammunition they had, it shouldn't be problem. But the hallways and alcoves nagged at her. The place was big and there were a lot of spots a roug could hide. And they were aggressive, especially towards women. It hadn't happened to her, but she knew that roug hungers always ran between two extremes: spreading their seed and feeding their bellies. And she'd seen a few cases where the hunger was somewhere in the middle. The poor girl pregnant and missing an arm or leg, kept like cattle.
For the rest, she wasn't sure which were the lucky ones. The ones who died or the ones who had been set free after the tortuous ordeal. If they ended up having the baby, there was a good chance it would carry the gene and become a roug itself. Between the memories of their experience as captives of the rougs and maybe raising one themselves, they usually went insane. Almost a kindness to put them out of their misery. Thankfully she had only been faced with that choice a few times.
As she was thinking, shouting suddenly could be heard over the music. She looked out onto the floor. The two bouncers were moving to take care of the situation. Two men were fighting while a woman in a green dress was screaming at them to stop. Ricky got up to take care of the situation too, leaving his red-dressed friend for a moment. Jacinda looked at her casually and the back to the floor. But she also notice movement toward one of the exits. Three men were leaving, but one of them was moving a bit more stiffly than the others. It could just be a friend who'd had too many and needed to be taken home by his buddies. But the man in the middle wore a nice silk shirt. No jacket. She looked around. Most of them there had jackets even if they were just draped across their chairs. She smiled to herself. Very well done. A public kidnapping sent a clear message.
She picked up her beer and took a nice long draw on it. Very nice indeed. She'd let Ricky know her idea tomorrow. He came back to the bar after the men had been ejected. She held up her beer to him and saluted with a smile. He looked at her puzzled but then focused his attention back on his dancing companion.
Quite a few pretty girls noticed, of course. The looks they shot her way made her laugh to herself. She wasn't particularly dolled up at all. But she knew she was pretty. Blonde. Tall. She was exotic and thus the source of more attention here. But she refused to dance. She talked a bit but gave little in response to any men who showed interest. She was hunting right now. Oh, not right this second. But her mindset was the hunt. She was only peripherally aware of Ricky out on the floor, though from what she saw, he certainly had the moves. He was helped by a particularly beautiful woman. When they were done, he returned and introduced the girl. Jacinda was polite and downed the shot immediately after saying thank you. But that only took part of her attention. Her mind was mostly on the upcoming job. A knotty problem, that.
They were looking at maybe 10 rougs in that convent. With the ammunition they had, it shouldn't be problem. But the hallways and alcoves nagged at her. The place was big and there were a lot of spots a roug could hide. And they were aggressive, especially towards women. It hadn't happened to her, but she knew that roug hungers always ran between two extremes: spreading their seed and feeding their bellies. And she'd seen a few cases where the hunger was somewhere in the middle. The poor girl pregnant and missing an arm or leg, kept like cattle.
For the rest, she wasn't sure which were the lucky ones. The ones who died or the ones who had been set free after the tortuous ordeal. If they ended up having the baby, there was a good chance it would carry the gene and become a roug itself. Between the memories of their experience as captives of the rougs and maybe raising one themselves, they usually went insane. Almost a kindness to put them out of their misery. Thankfully she had only been faced with that choice a few times.
As she was thinking, shouting suddenly could be heard over the music. She looked out onto the floor. The two bouncers were moving to take care of the situation. Two men were fighting while a woman in a green dress was screaming at them to stop. Ricky got up to take care of the situation too, leaving his red-dressed friend for a moment. Jacinda looked at her casually and the back to the floor. But she also notice movement toward one of the exits. Three men were leaving, but one of them was moving a bit more stiffly than the others. It could just be a friend who'd had too many and needed to be taken home by his buddies. But the man in the middle wore a nice silk shirt. No jacket. She looked around. Most of them there had jackets even if they were just draped across their chairs. She smiled to herself. Very well done. A public kidnapping sent a clear message.
She picked up her beer and took a nice long draw on it. Very nice indeed. She'd let Ricky know her idea tomorrow. He came back to the bar after the men had been ejected. She held up her beer to him and saluted with a smile. He looked at her puzzled but then focused his attention back on his dancing companion.