1st Floor

[Administrator]

Pull up a barstool for a drink at the bar or take a spin on the dance floor - just remember, eyes are always watching.

[Sarah Williams]

<New Day - Reserved for Killian>

It was late, so late that the majority of the city was already tucked away in their beds for the night awaiting the rising of the sun. But for Sarah and the people like her, the night was just getting started, or at least rounding into that pleasant hour when inhibitions were starting to fade and the good times were starting to roll. It was nearly an hour after she finished onstage at Caprice and made her rounds on the floor, nearly an house since she'd made nice with customers and charmed them into dropping dollars for drinks and her attention and the truth of the matter was she hadn't exactly wanted company, but the idea of retiring to her room hadn't appealed either. So instead she'd walked not to far over to the club that near as she could tell was run by a group of bawdy Irishmen who kept mostly to themselves; it had just the right atmosphere for her mood. Sexy, a little murky and just alluring enough to hold her attention so she slid into a bar stool and waved the bartender over. "Whiskey, neat," She paused for a moment as she considered her options and then nodded. "Keep 'em coming."

She drummed her fingers on the dark wood bar as she waited for her drink, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light over by the bar. The place had cropped up seemingly out of nowhere, or at least that's how it appeared to Sarah, who was no native of the city but had been there long enough that she was certain she'd have known about a place like this if it had been here when she arrived. Because in some ways it reminded her of the saloons out West that she had got her start in and she supposed that's what drew her to it. Her whiskey arrived and she smiled her thanks, taking a long, slow sip and savoring the burn as it slid down to her gut and spread. She reached for her cigarettes, tucked into a hidden pocket in her bright red dress and extracted one, accepting a light from the man who sat beside her, his darting eyes as they journeyed over her body telling her he knew exactly who she was. She ignored the pleading look in his eyes that begged for conversation and instead took her glass in her hand and turned on the stool to gaze out towards the dance floor.

[Killian O'Donnell]

Killian glanced at his cards idly before lifting his glass of scotch to his lips and taking a sip of it. The men playing poker tonight were no match for his stoic demeanor and lost more hands individually then they'd won combined. It wasn't a surprise to him though. Partly because the stack was always decked in his favor unless he was playing with another Five Pointer. One of the many perks of being who he was. Not that he really needed the odds to be in his favor but it didn't hurt to pile away a little nest egg for all of them so when they had the occasion they swindled the customers as much as they could without losing business. He'd been dealt a great hand though, a full house, and a sure winner if the looks of the others was anything to go by. Killian set his glass back on the table and looked towards the man across from him who was trying to decide whether or not to call or fold. If he was a less controlled man he'd heave a sigh of impatience waiting for him to decide. Fortunately he was an extremely controlled man and instead let his eyes gaze around the room taking in the dance floor and the bar area. It was a busy night. Then again they'd been seeing a lot of busy nights as of late. The place was becoming a regular hotspot. Which is what they'd anticipated when they'd opened it. It was as good a cover as any for what actually went on within these walls.

As Killian studied the people who had come in that night his eyes landed on a woman he was sure he'd never seen before. He knew he hadn't because he would never forget a stunner like that. Without even waiting for it to get to him he set his cards on the table, "Fold." Picking up his glass, he stood and started towards the bar like a predator on the prowl. Oh yeah, she was something to behold. As he got closer he noticed the man next to her lighting her cigarette and a slight smirk crossed his face when she turned away from him. He could tell just by looking at her that she was too good for that guy. He'd never be able to charm his way into her bed. Killian stepped up behind the man who looked like he was going to wet himself when he caught sight of who was behind him. The man quickly headed for the other side of the bar, vacating his seat. Killian finished his drink before setting his glass on the bar, "Scotch." He took a seat, draping his arm over the back of his bar stool. "Need a refill, beautiful?" He gazed at her, his face as blank a canvas as it ever was.

[Sarah Williams]

"That's a neat trick," Sarah said with an amused smile as she watched the man who lit her cigarette scramble to the other side of the bar without a word from the looming, darkly handsome stranger that appeared at his back. "You're going to have to teach me that one," She amended, casting green eyes over in his direction and giving him a clean once over. She lived in a world that was inhabited by sex and men interested in it and she took great pleasure in indulging in both - nor was she so blind as to not realize that the man who'd dropped onto the now vacated stool beside her was deliciously handsome in a way that was attractive to most women. But as his eyes settled on her and he lounged with a self confident sort of air and offered to buy her a drink Sarah didn't know whether to be flattered, irritated or perhaps a little of both. She was aware that her position as the Caprice Headliner lent itself to being recognized off stage and most of the time Sarah met that with as much gracious gusto as she could manage - some days that was more of a chore and tonight was one of those nights.

"Still workin'," She said holding up her half filled glass and watching him over the rim as she took another sip. Hard granite features set into strong bones with blue eyes that were almost like Sarah remembered the sky out West just before the sun dipped below the horizon: deep and alluring with the promise of things to come. No, she wasn't blind and flirting with him was far more appealing than the weak-kneed sort that had offered her a light and likely would have his life if she'd had a mind to ask for it. "You scare customers around here regular or is that just a passing hobby?" She asked finally, turning in her stool slightly so she was facing him and crossing her legs in such a way that he got a decent view as she trailed her fingers along the rim of her cup. "'Cause I'm serious, those lessons?" Her mouth quirked up in a slight smile as she met his eyes. "They might come in handy."

[Killian O'Donnell]

A small smirk graced Killian's lips, "Not sure it's something that can be taught but I'd be happy to give it a go." The look in his eyes clearly said that wasn't the only thing he'd love to give a go with her. Killian had never been known for his subtlety. He lifted his glass to his lips taking a sip from it before setting it back on the counter and scratching his chin with his fingers before running his eyes over her figure once more. She was more then beautiful, stunning in a way he hadn't seen in far too long. Plus she didn't look nearly as hard or jaded as the women he spent most of his time with. Who knew though, maybe she just hid it better. He had a feeling she had more soft sides though then he could possibly know what to do with. Lord, he could already imagine what a great tumble she would be. Killian hadn't been so attracted to a woman in years. In fact, he wasn't sure he'd ever been this attracted to a woman and it caused him to want to take her to bed immediately to get that out of his system. He hadn't even gotten her name yet and he was already picturing the different things they could get into. His eyes glinted darkly and he downed his drink to try and wash the thoughts away.

Killian didn't even need to glance at the bartender for the man to fill his glass back up. Some of his friends had been known for firing people over what they perceived to be the slightest insult. It caused all of their employees to walk on eggshells around them. Honestly, Killian didn't mind though. Plus, those who had been around had seen him taking out some of the trash before. Depending on what the infraction was that caused a customer to be tossed out depended on what condition they were in at that point. He was usually the one doling out the punishment and it caused the others who didn't know him quite so well to treat him with extra care. Almost like they were wearing kid gloves so as not incite his temper. Not that they'd ever seen his temper. "I suppose you could say it's in the job description. I take out the riffraff. Guess it's earned me a bit of a reputation." That was putting it mildly. The curious he looks he got from the regulars told him all he needed to know. They may have heard rumors about his past and where he'd come from but they would never know for sure and it tended to make people extra cautious around him. Killian's lips tilted up into a half smile, "Suppose I could show you a thing or two that might scare off the less then desirable. You don't plan on using my tips on me do you sweetheart?"

[Sarah Williams]

"I'm sure you are an excellent teacher," Sarah said with a sly smile as her green eyes met his and she could read the desire that pooled deep inside them. The man was deft at hiding things, his face was mostly a blank canvas - a remarkably attractive, dangerously handsome canvas - but desire wasn't well hidden and it came alive in those eyes of his and Sarah felt a stirring in her gut. This was no ordinary man and she felt her blood rush a little quicker at the thoughts that filled her mind, things that they could do with their time that had very little to do with teaching anything and more with experiencing. Sarah felt desire clawing at her gut, because it had been a long time since she'd taken a tumble with a man who knew his way around a woman's body, who knew how to give pleasure just as he took it and she had a feeling this man was one of them. "I think you will find," Sarah began twisting her body slightly so she was now facing him, the fabric of her dress bunched and riding up on her legs to give him a prime view of her shapely legs. She leaned forward slightly and rested an elbow on the bar, her eyes sweeping across his face as her lips curled into another student. "I make a very good student."

She leaned away after a moment as she reached for her drink and took another sip of her whiskey, emptying her glass and smiling when it was filled almost as quickly as his had been. It seemed whomever he was, he came with a few more perks than simply the fantastic view of his face and the dangerously sexy implications in those killer eyes. Lifting the glass in a silent toast to his unspoken assist in her refill, she considered his explanation for the scattering of men in his wake as she pushed a strand of dark hair that had fallen from her pins out of her eyes. She had slept with men like this before, with that dangerous edge that caused every moment to seem more alive and vibrant and real - but she had a feeling she had never experienced anything quite like him and it thrilled her and enticed her down to her core. "Well now," Sarah began, circling her fingers around the rim of her glass as she watched him and felt her mouth turn up into a smile as her eyes met his. "That depends entirely on your intentions."

[Killian O'Donnell]

Killian's lips twitch up into a half smile at her words about him being a good teacher and he gave her a one shouldered shrug. Teaching had never been something he'd had the patience for, but he was sure that he would find them if it included teaching her a thing or two. Of course the things he really wanted to teach her were no the things they were discussing but the promise of exactly what he wanted to show her was hidden in his eyes. Killian had never been the type to hide the fact that he desired someone. He'd learned long ago that he could do most of his seducing with just a look or a stare to be more precise. Killian had caused more then one fair maidens cheeks to heat with color because of his blatant perusal of them. Those type of women he just enjoyed flustering though. He'd never been keen on being with someone so virginal. They wouldn't ever be able to handle him. It was why he was drawn to older more experienced women. Widows or spinsters were his cup of tea. He wasn't sure this woman was a widow but he would never apply the word spinster to someone with her looks. It wasn't the proper term. He wasn't sure there was a word invented to describe her.

"Do you?" He smirked before lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. "You seem like more of a doer then a learner." But he knew that even his judgement weren't always spot on. No one could be perfect. Although he had honed that ability to his best because in his line of work you needed to be able to understand what made a person tick with just a glance or two. It was why Nick and Derek were so vital to Five Points. They could read a person quicker then any of the others. "Does it?" Killian absently rubbed the back of his neck as a salacious grin spread across his face. "I think you'll find that my intentions are less then honorable. But at the very least you can't fault me for being honest about it." Oh, he knew she could. But she seemed like the type who would appreciate the direct approach when it came to knowing what he wanted from her. He could do the dance and he would enjoy it but he saw no reason not to be blunt about exactly where he wanted this to go. Although there had been a time or two in the past when that had gotten him a smack or drink to the face. Or at least an attempt to smack him. It was easier to avoid that then to dodge an oncoming drink. She didn't seem like the type though. Killian pulled a cigarette from within his pocket and gently tapped the end of it on the bar while he studied her to see her reaction.

[Sarah Williams]

"No I certainly can't," Sarah agreed with a nod as she considered him with a more open perusal now, the last vestiges of possible annoyance of being flirted with by an admirer having long since vanished. This man hardly seemed to know who she was which held a level of appeal that Sarah wasn't even sure she could properly explain and it was with that in mind that her eyes dipped over strong shoulders in his well fitting clothes and imagined just what that powerful body might be capable of. "But you know, the thing is," Sarah began, shoving another piece of hair out of her eyes and resisting the urge to simply yank every one of her pins out and be done with them all together. "I find men with honorable intentions to be insufferably boring," She admitted with a smile that communicated just how not boring she considered he would probably be, before she lifted her cigarette and took a long drag off of it and watched the smoke curl in the air and disappear.

She was playing with fire, Sarah was shrewd enough to know it - she might not have grown up with the book learning of some children but she had spent the better part of her life now entertaining rooms of men not unlike this when. Darkly dangerous with a mysterious air that generally meant trouble was just around the corner and it wasn't like rumors had been filtering down to Caprice about Raconteur's and the gang that owned it. The tales of their less than savory pursuits ran from the utterly ridiculous to the downright frightening and Sarah was sure that as with most things, the truth probably lay somewhere in between. And it didn't scare her away, or send her running with thoughts of saving her hide and perhaps her skin, no dabbling with a man such as this only served to stoke that fire in her gut and bring to mind delicious images that would have made proper women blush.

But she was far from a proper woman, never really had been and through the years Sarah had learned to first accept and then embrace her lot in life. It wasn't surrounded in dazzling finery, nor draped in furs and gems, but it came with other benefits and as she looked over at him, Sarah was certain those benefits were more than adequate. Tapping a few ashes from her cigarette she let out a huff of air as a lazy strand of hair once again made it's way into her eyes. "Hold this, would you sugar?" She asked as she held her cigarette out to him and when he took it she quickly removed a few pins and sent raven black hair spilling down her back for a few moments before she twisted it back into place and reinserted the pins. Reaching over she took the cigarette back, her fingers brushing against strong hands and fingers and she smiled, realizing for the first time, she had no idea what his name was. "I'm Sarah, any chance you'd allow me the name of the man with wretched intentions that is to be my teacher?"