Welcome to HELL

[maddog]

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god
You can have my isolation, you can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith, you can have my everything
Help me tear down my reason, help me its' your sex I can smell
Help me you make me perfect, help me become somebody else



The Crossroads Cantina: a fitting name for one of Texas’s most popular criminal hangouts. On the outside, the rectangular building that had once housed poor Irish immigrants during the early days of the Four Points, and assorted weaponry during World War II, was really nothing to shake a stick at. Moss covered the rooftops, age and grime coated the cracked, black-painted windows and graffiti stained the worn brick sides. Located on the ass end of the slums, sewage had eaten away at the sidewalk around it, and an eternal smell of rot and decay clung to every corner. The area surrounding it was no better, housing the majority of society’s rejects; displaced teens, convicted criminals and the eternally happy ‘working women.’

But did that stop the clientele from forming winding, snake-like lines around the building every night at 8 o’clock sharp?
Of course not. Everybody wanted their danger fix…and The Cantina was sure to give it to them.

Once allowed through the velvet rope and past the large, muscled bouncers, the lucky guest would find themselves immersed in what anyone could call the ‘feverish heat of hell’. Pounding music mixed well with other noises- low voices, stomping feet, the high pitched wailing of happy machines- and the smell of other bodies entwined with the tang liquor could make even the most ignorant mouth water. Straight through the high double doors leading into the club were two hallways; the one to the right leading to the dance floor- blue walls, a fully stocked bar, and two levels; one tame, and one…not so- and the one to the left ending in a small casino- orange walls, sparkling lights, and any gambling game the twisted mind could dream up. Winding around the backs of both rooms, creating a U-shaped area fenced off from the normal population was the ‘VIP Room’, housing the club’s more secretive of customers. Starlets, singers, politicians, business tycoons; all of them found their way to The Pit at some point in the night, content to lull their minds with beer and free fun. Finally, atop the entire club sat ‘the Birds Nest’; a long, bullet-proof-windowed alcove that housed the owner and his most trusted staff.

There were no fights in the club; no brawls, jealous struggles, innocent clashes. Security cameras lined the ceilings, and every scantily dressed waitress carried death in their stockings at all times. People were there to have fun, to let go, to find something in themselves or in the world that they had never known about before.

At least, that was the initial goal of the entire operation. Now, his wonderful little enclave was becoming a magnet for trouble.
Really now…life just wasn’t fair sometimes.

Gabe ‘Mad Dog’ McFearson, owner of The Crossroads Cantina and currently unhappy about it all, sighed against the steeped fingers pressed up against his chin. Amber eyes were trained on twin scenes below the Birds Nest; the pulsing waves of dancers in the Blue Room, and the sometimes cheering masses in the Gambling Hall. Already he’d spotted two noticeable faces in the crowds, each belonging to a rival. ‘Gentleman’ Johnny Mardella, a bitter foe from the West Coast, sat ram rod straight at the bar, seemingly in a deep conversation with one of the waitresses- a new girl that he would have to have a talk to later on tonight. Off in the other room, Richard ‘Switchblade’ Zhao was scoping out the poker tables, two lackeys following close behind.

At one point in his long, tedious life, the fact that every enemy had their own silly little nickname would have made him laugh; taken some of the seriousness out of this potentially dire situation.

But the life of a mobster was anything but funny. In fact, most of the time, it was just downright tragic.

Really now; couldn’t his rivals for control over the criminal underground choose a night to come scope out his little hideout, when the Feds WEREN’T sniffing around his last known associates? If these big wigs were trooping on down to frigging Texas, the cops were close on their heels, goddammit. The last thing he needed was to be dug out before his time! He had too goddamn much to cement in this part of the country, before his ass got thrown in a jail cell.

Tightening his fists around one another, he stood up and strolled down to the club area. Maybe he could tempt the two gangsters into some illegal fun and get them the hell on the next plane out of Lawrence? Shit, did the place even HAVE planes? Out in the middle of the boonies; he was so fucking fucked, that it wasn’t even fucking funny.

A drink. He needed a drink…and maybe a woman. Or two. The crowd parted before him like the Red Sea, seeming to sense the aura of bat shit crazy that was his trademark. While the bartender- stupid new guy- started to stammer and drop his bottles, he surveyed the crowd like a King to his lands.

Or was that, Big Bad Wolf to the little fluffy lambs? A toothy smile came onto his face as he watched the writhing bodies undulate before him.

Oh yeah, he wasn’t budging from this part of town anytime soon. Butt-fuck in the middle of nowhere or no, this place wasn’t too bad.
Not too bad at all.

[allegra]

it's time to join the black parade..

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With the curling iron, Allegra pulled it down in an almost spiral motion before letting the clasp loosen from her blonde hair. It was time to get ready for work and beauty was a vital factor for her job. Bartenders more often than not should look appealing to customers to reel them in for more than just one drink. Or two. Continuing the same curling motion with wrapping her thick strands of hair around the two straps of hot metal, she flickered her green eyes down to the screen of her iPhone. It was getting a little late. Attempting to quicken her pace, Allegra finished up the last pieces of her hair, perfect curls escaping the grasp of the beauty item.

Turning off the curling iron, she unplugged it and rolled it up neatly, setting it aside onto the sink counter of her bathroom. Putting on the finishing touches of her makeup, she slipped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom she went. She tossed on her maid outfit, hoping to impress the boss, and then slipped on a pair of black stilettos. Taking her keys and phone into her hand, she closed the door behind her. Listening to her heels click against the hard tiled floors of the hallway, awaiting for the glass elevator to reach her floor.

Finally, it came up and then it dragged her down the seventeen flights smoothly until she reached the main floor. Out she went and into her bright red mustang convertible, getting the engine started. She sped down the streets and back alleys in order to limit how long it would take for her to reach the pub. Finally, she parked in the employee lot and slipped into the Crossroads Cantina through the back.

Glancing over at the new bartender finishing his early shift, Allegra huffed under her breath. She still couldn't believe Gabe would hire such a petty thing. And you'd of course expect more from a male of even his average size, but the skills were lacking dreadfully. Eying her flirting mate, she rose a brow slightly in curiosity. "Oh, pity." She spoke just loud enough for the other workers to hear. Allegra neared herself to Gabriel, peeling him away from the slutty women undressing themselves drunkenly on the dance floor. She managed to turn him around to face her in her costume, upon an early request. Nearing her candy lips to his ear to enhance his ability to hear, she closed herself in closer to his body as well. "After being with me, how could you ever sink so low... to that?"

Her lips then moved down to his neck a bit as she awaited his answer, her breath softly brushing against his skin.

[maddog]

Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand

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The night had only just begun, and things were going to get interesting; he could feel it in his bones. He supposed that he lived for such things; the adrenaline rush, the anticipation of a good fight. Known for breaking the kneecaps of those that fell out of his favor, it was a well known fact that to anger the Mad Dog was to get yourself shocked…usually, to death. But did these fools actually listen to that intelligent voice in the backs of their minds?

Well, they’d showed up to the Cantina, so obviously not. Please, baby Jesus, just say that his rivals weren’t going to rain down the fuzz. That’s all he fuckin’ asked.

There was a fisher of something…undecipherable that ran through the crowd, and Gabe frowned at the unexpected change. Fuck, usually when this kind of tremor came through, either a FED was about to bust a cap into someone’s ass, or a fight was about to start. Sharp eyes ran through ever face, attempting to read body language. Had someone stolen Joe Schmo’s date? Were two kittens getting ready to bust some boobs? His nostrils flared as he attempted to pinpoint the start of that impending sense of trouble and his body tensed into fight-mode.

Unfortunately, it was a false alarm. Trouble had indeed come into the Cantina tonight, but she was wearing a pair of stiletto’s, rather than a flack jacket. Definitely preferable…which was what he thought before he noticed the maid’s costume she was wearing.

Mother fucker; no wonder the woman was attracting so much attention. There were probably a few dealers and more than a couple wanna-be thugs who would have loved to grab her by her hair and show her a caveman’s version of a good time. He had to bite back a laugh as he realized his previous dare to her.

So, the little blond wanted a raise, did she? Well, one little costume wasn’t going to get her that far…

He absently watched as the new bartender scurried like hell for the door, mentally agreeing with Allegra’s little mock-pout. He needed someone with steel balls; someone who could take one look at his normal clientele and not crap in their pants.

Lucky for him, little Miss French Maid tended to fulfill all of those needs. Now, if only he could figure out why she smelled differently than all the other sweaty, beautiful women in the room. He knew that it wasn’t perfume or whatever bath crap that women liked nowadays, but it was definitely…different. Exotic, somehow. She was like a little puzzle box just begging to be unwrapped, wasn’t she?

He couldn’t help but smirk against her neck, dipping his head down to take a deep whiff of that strange scent. While she whispered in his ear about naked women, he absently played with a frill on her neckline, grazing the frail skin of her neck with his canines.

”I guess I was just ordering up an appetizer, little bird,” He drawled, his rough, accented voice carrying easily. ”Why? Is the bartender getting jealous? I dunno about you, but I sure wouldn’t mind watching you take on half of ‘them’ on…with some wet mud and white tshirts.”

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[allegra]

it's time to join the black parade..

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The stupid bartender quickly scurried out once he had apparently noticed the attention Allegra had so gracefully attracted. A mental note would allow a genuine smirk to cross her lips at the pathetic sight. Great. Another reason for Gabe to give me some extra attention. Her breath still remnant upon his neck, she got a thrill out of the close, already forming sexual tension. Faintly, she could feel his relatively large fingers toy with a frill stitched around her neck, in which she found oddly amusing. And comforting, even. Then, his teeth moved against her soft skin.. That would get the lust kickin'.

"I guess I was just ordering up an appetizer, little bird,” Shaking her head lightly, Allegra was not impressed. "It doesn't seem that these overcooked thighs and breasts would be very satisfying, love." She admitted in a slight teasing, yet extremely calm and knowingly kind of tone. "Why? Is the bartender getting jealous? I dunno about you, but I sure wouldn’t mind watching you take on half of ‘them’ on…with some wet mud and white tshirts.” With that being thrown out there, Allegra allowed for a momentary lapse of silence to swirl the air as her teeth nipped at his earlobe. Pulling on it gently, she allowed for her lips to take hold of it, her tongue brushing against it ever so lightly.

"Not so much jealous of -them-." She began, her long black eyelashes scraping smoothly against his cheek as she blinked. "Perhaps only jealous of the attention that they grab away from you that should be directed towards me." Allegra continued, her hands crawling underneath his shirt from the very bottom. Her fingertips grazed over the hair residing on his stomach as she pulled her face back a bit in order to gaze up into his eyes. "And take them on in what way exactly, boss? I do go both ways, but it all matters on how my partner returns what I give them." Allegra spoke in a lower, husky voice. Their faces now were merely an inch apart, if that, her eyes watching his face.

Flickering her focus to the dance floor for a mere moment to the hot, sweaty, half naked women, she would choose which one in particular she was interested in. "I wouldn't mind taking one of these girls out for a tour of the alley way.." She had fed on a soul just days ago, but it was in Allegra's best interest to replenish her youth as often as she craved. And tonight, there was a feast before her eyes. She would make sure to get a taste of one before she left the Cantina this evening to head home - or to Gabriel's if he so desired.

Happily, Allegra turned to face Gabe fully yet again, her fingers moving down to the waist of his pants, tucking themselves into the tight band. This would make it possible to press her chest against his own a bit. The top of her costume wasn't exactly conservative, but exposed and pushed up her perky breasts to a large extent. The white lace wasn't meant to hover over her very much shown cleavage line, and so it didn't, which made it all the better for Allegra's viewers.

[maddog]

I am the voice inside your head
and I control you
I am the lover in your bed
and I control you
I am the sex that you provide
and I control you
I am the hate you try to hide
and I control you
I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down I use you up
Mr. Self-destruct

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That toothy grin that had slid onto her face when the bartender had started shivering widened at that little answer of hers. His eyes slid to said chest and lower, to those long legs holding her up, and something a bit more animalistic than human came into his eyes. His new employee was becoming quite the preferred dish of late, he thought absently, resisting the urge to mark her as she nibbled on his earlobe. There was that sense of exoticness, yes, that made her all the more interesting…but seriously, was there anyone else on the planet who answered his crazy side with a satisfied purr?

Not as far as he could tell. These modern women and their desire for the ‘dangerous guy.’ They simpered, flirted and cooed over the scars and the rough handling, but once they saw his true nature? His true face? It was all screaming and begging for mercy, and he got his fair share of that shit on the streets.

But this woman? The thought buzzed through his head as he slowly straightened to look at her; was she a woman? Was she human, or something different, like him? Oh, the need to unwrap her like a present and see what was hiding underneath; it was almost too strong to resist. This one was neither afraid, nor intimidated by him, or so it seemed.

…And the jury was still out on how he felt about it. Sadist that he was, he enjoyed a bit of fear in his meal…

Then she went and declared that a little mud wrestling with the local hellcats wouldn’t be out of the question. It was like; definitely like. Ah yes, he did enjoy his new bartender’s attentions…perhaps a bit too much.

With a growl that was lost to the harsh beat of the music around them, Gabe whirled her around, until her back was to his front. Lazily, he moved her hair away from her shoulder so he could speak in her ear.
”You’re much too tempting for your own good, little bird,” He said with a low chuckle, wrapping his free arm around her waist. As the music went into a more techno beat, he rocked them with it.

”You keep teasing me like this and I’m gonna lose all my control, and nobody wants that. I’m already in deep with the local pigs, and I wouldn’t wanna drag you into that mess.”

As others watched, some with curiosity and others in outright surprise- the Mad Dog getting close to a woman without dragging her to some dark little alcove? No!- he scraped his whiskered cheek against her own. ”But I’ll tell you what…choose one that you want, and we’ll have some fun at my place later. Any one that you want…”

Was he a bit overindulgent to his lady friends? Perhaps. But, as he trailed his gaze over the writhing dancers around him, he couldn’t help but give in.


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[allegra]

it's time to join the black parade..

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It was easy to tell that Gabe was enjoying this attention that he was getting from her.. this would give her the go to continue on with her erotic temperament. Allegra could feel his eyes graze all over her, which excited her hormones to an unbelievably high level of intensity. The music continued to play with all of the hot, sweaty bodies clashing with each other numerous times in various positions. Then, without much warning, he swirled her around until her back reached his front, obviously making it easier for him to speak to her. She leaned back against his chest a bit, her body now able to mock each of his moves as he swayed them both to the music.

"You’re much too tempting for your own good, little bird,” Allegra green eyes inched down to view his arm now wrapping around her waist before glancing back up to his face. "You keep teasing me like this and I’m gonna lose all my control, and nobody wants that. I’m already in deep with the local pigs, and I wouldn’t wanna drag you into that mess.” The blonde simply watched his lips move as he spoke into her ear until he inched himself closer to her, his rough cheek scraping against hers. "But I’ll tell you what…choose one that you want, and we’ll have some fun at my place later. Any one that you want…”

Leaning her head back a bit more onto his shoulder, she blinked a few times before replying. "Oh, but I was hoping to simply entertain you with one of these chickens here.." She pursed her shiny pink lips then before staring off at the others dancing their asses off. "I was hoping to have you all to myself." She continued, her voice lower than before, but still audible to Gabe's ears and his alone.

Allegra smirked at the customers around watching them getting so very close without any tension or friction. She had her ways with men, especially him. She would have Gabriel wrapped around her finger tighter than her own flesh without him even being aware. Then, glancing over to the bartender-less bar, Allegra figured as long as Gabe found her comfortable with him for a few more minutes, the drunks could handle being deprived. There wasn't really a long line for the bar anyhow. The men were probably just over there, awaiting to peer down her dress. In that case, she'd rather continue to be held in her boss' grasp.

Still hopeful in her mind that perhaps Gabe would agree to being alone tonight, she would allow the music to first run through their feet, his particularly, and allow him to hold her tight against him until he'd lose the desire.

[maddog]

It really was a nice change of pace; this…finding someone whose appetites were as messed up as his own. Personally, he didn’t really like having other people in his life, whether they be lovers, friends, or anyone in between. Hell, he’d spent most of his childhood in a place that he was still trying to forget, and most of his teenage years working for an insane bookie-turned-gangster. It was a freaking miracle that he even understood how to relate to anything not-violent. But, given his baggage and the fact that everyone in his life had- and will, he was convinced of that- betrayed him in some way, he really did hate to be close to people.

Which made this…closeness that he felt toward his knew bartender quite strange. He liked to keep his ‘romantic interludes’ sparse and dirty. Just the sex, the spoiling, then the leaving; all in a few weeks, and all as clean as they could be. Sure, there was that one woman claiming that she’d had his daughter, but all in all? He wasn’t the type of person who played games, or tossed out dares for his partner to show up to work in a maid’s outfit.

He liked the dirty sex in the dark, grungy bathroom of the Cantina. He liked the rough stuff, the kind of play that made both parties feel a bit used and abused when the final moment came. He didn’t do costumes, didn’t trade sweet sarcastic comments and he certainly, CERTAINLY didn’t start dancing with the current squeeze.

Yet, there he was, his arm wrapped around that damn frilly waist of hers, while he rocked them to the goddamn beat of the music. Someone was in some definite need of a gang war.

Or a frigging enema; he was still up in the air about how stupid he was being.

”I know, little bird. Choose one of those dancers to enjoy, and you shall have her…or him. It really doesn’t matter to me, as long as you’re participating.” A dark little chuckle accompanied the words, as he lifted his head just high enough to scan the crowd.

Damn, but it was hot tonight; multitudes of writhing bodies and hooded, passionate eyes. It was almost like he’d provided them with a smorgasbord…and, truthfully, he was interested to find out where Allegra’s limits lay. That one little fling that they’d had was fun and all, but if he was going to entertain the idea that she was somehow different than his other conquests, he had to be sure that she was strong enough for him.
Both mentally, and physically.

A mock-sad sigh emerged from him, as he pulled away suddenly, clasping his hands behind his back. ”But I suppose that, if you wanted to take a tour of my apartment, we shouldn’t spoil our appetite with appetizers. I think you have a job to do, Miss Weston. I can practically hear the customers’ mouths watering…for drinks.”

There was a devilishly amused light in his eyes, as he once again allowed them to travel up and down her scantily clad form. ”Shall I assign one of the bouncers to make sure that you’re safe?”

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