Happiness Is A Warm Gun {Open!

[Erik Van Wilde]

Erik sat, relaxed into his couch, as he watched the TV above his head. He was on the balcony above his club, but because it was during the day, he didn’t have any music or staff present below. In fact, as far as he knew, he was completely alone in the club. He wasn’t paying too much attention, he was making a playlist on his iPod, and was more concerned with that. However, the white noise that the TV provided him was very appreciated, all things considered. Usually, Erik would just listen to the music while he made playlists, but he found that he would get distracted, and want to listen to the whole song that he planned to enter into said playlist. This would usually lead him to getting no further into the playlist than two or three songs, and he would be stuck with an unorganized iPod for the entire day. This, Erik could not live with. After all, he usually gave his DJ’s his own iPod, telling them to play his music during peek hours.

So, one would understand that Erik didn’t realize that the TV had changed shows while he wasn’t paying attention. It had gone from some talk show host with whom he had heard was a lesbian, to reruns from the previous years Snowboarding Championship. It took Erik to recognize some of the terminology being used by the announcers, and when he finally looked up, he saw that someone he recognized was going down the slopes. In fact, it was his old roommate from when he was involved in the Junior Olympic team. The one who had convinced him that he should use steroids. The one who gave him steroids. And the one who was now on his way to the Olympics.

Erik couldn’t handle the sense of unjust karma he got from watching the competition. He reached for his remote, and clicked the power button. Nothing happened. The battery’s must have been dead. Erik’s thoughts hadn’t quite gotten that far. Rather than sensibly standing up and turning the TV off, Erik threw the remote at the screen. The televisions glass shattered, and broke. and returned to his iPod. His playlist, which he was going to make with the intention of being up-beat and motivational for a work out, had suddenly turned into one filled with angry punk songs from a lost generation.

Erik heard a knock at the door, and looked up. Getting up off of his couch, Erik walked to a table on the middle of the balcony/room and picked up the handgun that sat on top of it. Slipping it behind his back, and into the area between his baggy jeans and boxers. “Come in.” Erik said, returning to his couch, and picking up his iPod. Most likely, it was just one of his employees who wanted to talk to him about something. But just in case, Erik wasn’t going to be caught off guard.

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[Samantha Dugger]

Samantha walked through the clubs doors slowly the smell of bad perfume, whiskey and men filled her nose and she let it wrinkle slightly a slight smirk now falling off her face as she locked on her business face and walked to wards a man in the middle of the room moping. She came to a halt and her mouth opened as if to talk when she spotted the room upstairs, turned and made her way to wards it with out speaking to the other man.

She as dressed rather well to day, well in her case well was a pair of tight silver dark blue jeans that hugged her hips perfectly, a tight American Eagle shirt that overlapped at the bottom showing off the two colors and dept down low enough to show allot of her cleavage. She wore a pair of hills and her hair which was about mid back was curled, jet black and hung around her face perfectly along with her well done make up and hoop earing's.

She came a halt at the door, adjusting her outfit she let her purse hang on her shoulder and she reached into it clicking her small hand gun just in case this man was going to be trouble. He didn't know her but she was here to collect for her brother Tyrese Jackson of of the men for the black cobra gang. She did his jobs every now and then and today just happened to be one of them.

After checking herself over and turning on her phone to vibrate she adjusted her shirt , smoothed the wrinkles out and knocked lightly waiting for an answer. When she heard his reply she slowly squeaked the door open and peered inside, her eye brow raised slightly spotting him. Okay so he was cute, okay really cute and that was a relief to her maybe this time it could be fun. She gave him a seductive grin and walked inside letting the door click shut slowly her eye brow still arched as she looked him over. "Mr. Wilde?" her voice ran out smooth and seductive.

[Erik Van Wilde]

Erik looked up from his iPod, pretending to be impassive about who had just entered the room. When he saw it was a girl, he raised his eyebrow slightly. He knew all of his bartenders and DJ’s personally, and he knew that this girl was neither of them. “Can I help you?” Erik asked, tossing his iPod slightly onto the table adjacent to his couch. It clinked as it hit a half-empty bottle of Vodka. Or, depending upon how you looked at the world, a half-full bottle of vodka. After Erik’s little conflict with his TV, he would say it was half fucking empty.

Erik sat up slightly on his couch, lazily kicking a foot in front of him, while the other stayed bent so that his heel pressed against the front of the couch. Erik wore a pair of somewhat baggy jeans, with a white shirt over it, and a white blazer, opened, over that. Titling his head slightly, Erik did his best to remember where he might have seen this girl before. There was definitely a resemblance of someone, he just couldn’t figure out exactly who that was.

[Samantha Dugger]

She relaxed slightly wandering if he was carrying."Easy I don't bite....hard.."

[/color] She gave him a small wink walking to wards the vodka bottle that sat on his desk were he threw the ipod and lifted it up, spotting a glass she made herself right at home grabbing one and pouring herself a drink before speaking again."Don't freak I'm here on business. BC bisness...."[/color] she said looking out the window as she raised the cup to her lips and took a slow but heavy drink.

She took a seat on the edge of his desk looking the room over."I'm T'Js friend...just here to collect."[/color] so she lied she was his sister, for one no one really knew that and two she had a different last name, the reason why was un important at the moment."Cash."[/color] She winked lightly at him taking another drink of the vodka and let out a satisfied sigh."This is a nice place, better than allot of them I have been coming across latly...."[/color][/size][/blockquote]

[Erik Van Wilde]

Erik felt a smirk come to his lips as he heard a flirtatious voice come out of the girls lips as she entered the room, and walked towards the desk that he had recently thrown his iPod onto, and picked up a glass she made for herself of Vodka, taking a drink. She quickly informed him that she was there on BC business, and he nodded slightly, now understanding why she was there. “That time of the month already, huh?” Erik asked, slightly amused with his own paranoia moments before. Getting up from his couch, he reached behind his back, retreaving the handgun he had hidden. However, after pulling it out, he raised his other hand in a non-violent way, releasing the clip so that it fell onto the couch, and letting the gun fall after it. “No offense.” He said, in explanation to the gun’s existence.

When she told him that she was TJ’s friend, he wasn’t surprised. He had only come to collect money from Erik on a handful of occasions, and usually sent some gangbanger to do it instead. After she complimented his place, Erik gave himself a liberal moment to look around, nodding in agreement. “I do try to keep it in shape.” Erik said, smiling in return. “Now, your cash.” Erik said, thinking briefly to himself as he tried to remember where he kept it. Finally remembering that it was in the desk that she now sat on top, Erik walked towards her, reaching downward towards the drawer next to her leg. Opening it, Erik pulled out the a yellow envelope, setting it down in her lap. “That should cover me.” Erik said, without backing away from her. Although it would have helped me get a new TV… Erik thought briefly to himself, as his eyes wondered towards the shattered remains of the flatscreen.

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[Samantha Dugger]

She let out a small laugh at his comment about the month."I say that every time to...trust me though sometimes something once a month is a good thing."

[/color] She let out a gentle laugh and flipped her hair gently. She watched him, he was clearly thinking about something but what? She watched him stand and reach behind his back. She let an eye brow raise and her arm slumped in case she needed to retrieve her loaded gun. She watched him pull it out and she crossed her legs slowly ready to duck though she didn't show it as he dropped the gun and case on the couch and laughed.

She ran her hand down into her purse pulling her own gun out and unclicking it though leaving the round in it and sat it down on the desk as he walked to wards her she watched him pull an envelope from the drawl, from the bulging sides it showed the payment was in full and she let him sit it down on his lap and looked up at him leaving it there for a moment before lifting it gently with her hand and propping the side open looking inside. She re closed it and reached over grabbing her purse and slide it inside as he stood there still.

She sat the purse back and reached over sitting the cup of vodka down."Ya it should. What you thinking about?"[/color] She laughed watching his reaction. She looked around the room then slide from the desk slowly her body almost touching his and she used a hand to move a piece of lose hair behind her ear and looked over at the TV."You know a boxing bag would be a better form of anger...or there are other ways..."[/color] she said teasing him and laughed.[/size][/blockquote]

[Erik Van Wilde]

Erik laughed slightly at her joke, not needing to think too long to understand it. When she revealed her own gun, Erik laughed slightly, and made a note that she did not uncock it to show whether or not there was a bullet in the chamber. Still, he figured that so long as she got the money, they’d be fine.

When she asked what he was thinking about, Erik realized exactly how much emotion he must have been showing in his face moments before. He thought about giving her an answer, but before he could, she was up off his desk, and he thought she was going to be making some form of physical contact with him. However, she just walked around him, until she saw the TV. When she commented on how he could have a better outlet towards anger, at first he considered boxing for a moment, then threw it out, not wanting to get his ass kicked just to get some anger out of his system. Then when she made a somewhat impassive hint towards something else, Erik felt himself smirking at her teasing tone. “Like what?” He asked her, taking half a step towards her, and looking down at her as she moved a piece of hair behind her ear.

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[Samantha Dugger]

She shrugged lightly as he stepped to wards her. Her hands finding the belt loops on the back of her jeans and she shrugged moving slightly closer to him looking up into his eyes, her own dark orbs focusing on his lighter ones."Use your imagnination...its always more fun." She winked lightly at him and and leaned up as if to kiss him and darked her face away slightly"If you have one that is." She let another smirk fall on his face seeing his reaction. She looked around again knowing to well what Tyrese's reaction to her sleeping with an employee would be and how dangerous the situation would be for him though she didn't really care...there was always another man like him out there...

With her being a sister to the biggest gang in the city it didn't come simple to have a relationship, that was one reason she loved having a different last name. She had her mothers last name and she never meet her real father, not that it was a big deal from what she had heard the man was a fucking crazy man who shoot Tyrese's father eight times in the chest when he was on a rampage trying to kill her mother so maybe it was a good thing she never saw him right?

She reached up running a finger down his chest slowly feeling his abbes she smiled."You work out....good." She could feel his heart beating though his body as she raised his chest. If he only knew what danger was really in front of him now.

[Erik Van Wilde]

Erik smiled when she asked him to use his imagination. He definitely had one, and he definitely could predict what she was implying. “I suppose it is.” Erik said, before she started to move towards him as though she was going to kiss him, before pulling away. A playful smirk rose to his lips that seemed to match hers.

When he felt her hands on his chest and abs, he smiled, knowing that she would be happy with what she felt. He worked out quite a bit, and although he wasn’t a boxer, he definitely had a muscular build. Although, when standing next to someone from the BC gang, he probably looked like the skinny white boy he was born to be. “When I can, yeah.” Erik said, his own hand feeling her side, going dangerously close to her ass, before resting on her lower back. From the distance she was now at, he had a pretty good view down her cleavage, which required a great amount of self control to attempt to avoid staring at.

“So, what kind of work do you do? I mean, besides collecting for TJ and all.” Erik asked, genuinely curious as to what she did. It didn’t really matter to him, but he figured a little bit more small talk would be nice before they ‘imagined’ anything else. And it was while thinking this, that Erik realized that neither knew the other’s first name. “By the way, you can call me Erik.” He said, smiling as he tilted his head, letting some of his hair fall over his face, almost touching hers.

[Samantha Dugger]

She felt his hands on her sides and she felt satisfied her move had worked. He was gentle, calm for some reason but it was a good change. He asked her a question...now how to answer. She thought it over laughing she bit her bottom lip before she spoke."I'm a owner of Seduction Strip Club, I strip and dance there as well....no I'm not a good girl...." She laughed looking at his face of shock. "A girl has to make money somehow. right? Well i decided to have some FUN doing it....besides its no fun being good." She shrugged thinking it over.

Hearing him speak about their names she smiled, she knew everything there was to know about him well that the gang knew."Ya i know who you are....names Sammy..." she said clearly not forward about anything, he was lucky he got anything close to her real name since they normally hide them but whatever. She knew he would back off if he found out Tyrese was related muches her brother. "So how did you get involved with Tj?" she asked looking up into his eyes.

[Erik Van Wilde]

Erik had to admit, he was a bit surprised that she was a stripper. More so that she owned the club, but his testosterone-filled mind was concentrating a bit more on the ‘stripper’ part of the equation. “I’ll be honest, I’ve never met a stripper off-duty.” He said playfully. When she said that she wasn’t a good girl, he pretended to make a shocked face. “So you have fun taking off your clothes and teasing guys?” He asked, already knowing full well the answer from knowing her for the five minutes that he did.

When she told him her name was Sammy, he didn’t think twice about it. He was a bit more concerned with how she said that she knew who he was, as though she had more information than simply his name, and general affiliation with TJ. When she asked how he got involved with TJ, Erik had the sense that she already knew, and was asking him simply for show. Still, he answered her none-the-less. “When I moved to town, he offered protection. I’m not going to have my club go without BC colors.

[/b]” To be honest, Erik didn’t care. He made enough money that he could afford to cut TJ into the deal. And, if it meant that his club was safe, then he had that going for himself too.

Again, Erik’s testosterone mind drew him back into the reminder that this woman was a stripper. “So, how good are you. At dancing, I mean. It would be a shame if the girl who owned the place wasn’t too talented…” Erik said, hoping to trigger a bit of competitive nature that might make Sam want to…prove herself.
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[Samantha Dugger]

She watched him seeing his emotion he was clearly sparked with intrist...typical. All guys loved knowing a girl could strip it made the entire sexual fantasies even better, allot of girls just riped clothing off and slept with you such as a hooker....some even said strippers were nothing more than a tease and Sam could agree with that to an extent. The deal with this was if you were lucky enough to date a stripper you got fantasy in all parts of sexual life, they could tempt you and most of them were good in bed and went farther than just stripping for even certain customers.

Her sister and her owned the club which they had taken over from their mother. Samantha was not only in a gang but her mother was a singer, their was allot to know about them and why he was in danger here but hell it was life and he didn't need to know that. She laughed at his eye brow when she asked him about his knowing with Tj."I'm not out to get you just asking to check how good of a lier you could be." She raised a brow slightly shrugging taking it all in and let her mind relax.

She heard him ask about her stripping and shrugged."Wouldn't you like to know?" she knew that line, simple enough for a boy like him....a threat in her ability might have worked when she just danced but she was a proud owner of the best strip club not on that block but in the entire city and she got remarks like this from younger men all the time....."If you really wanna know stop by sometime, you might get lucky enough to have private dan.." she was cut off mid-sentence when her phone shook lightly in her purse and she growled slightly."Hold that thought!" she pulled from him and walked over to her bag pulling it out she seen TJ's name on it and flipped it open and put her finger to her lips for him to be hush hush.

"Hey. Ya. No. Ya. WHY! No... none of your business....i don't care.....n.....ok....i said okay dammit.....sure.....no not tonight I'm .....because i am okay.....i said......whatever ill do it when i g....you ass." she clipped the phone shut and slide it into her purse...."Sorry about that...just my brother checking up on me." she smiled lightly. She wasn't lying it was Tj, if she would have said it was tj he would have gotten fidgety.

[Erik Van Wilde]

Erik nodded when she told him that she was just testing to see how good of a liar he was. He knew that he was a pretty good liar, but was glad that he hadn’t had to show her yet. After all, it was always easiest to keep a story clean if it was the truth. No micro-emotions getting through. No overly-thought out stories. Things just came pretty naturally to someone when they were telling the truth. Lying, on the other hand, could prove to be dangerous. Especially in this town.

Erik was still slightly amused when she gave him a semi-answer, even if it wasn’t the one that he had been hoping for. It proved that she had enough sense to not fall for a stupid line like that one, even if it was Erik himself who had given it to her. “I just might stop by…” Erik said, rightfully considering taking a walk down the street. It wasn’t too common for a club owner to check out another club, but hey, it wasn’t any old club. This was a strip club, and as far as he was concerned, he had just been cordially invited to attend a show.

When her phone rang, Erik took a step back, nodding, giving her a bit of privacy. He did his best not to listen, but as she got louder with her words, he found it more and more difficult to ignore what she was saying. Still, he didn’t get much out of the conversation. When she told him it was her brother, he nodded, not wanting to pry too much into her business. “So, you’ve got what you came for.” Erik said, briefly motioning towards the purse where his envelope filled with cash was. “It was nice meeting you, Sam.” Erik said, courteously. He turned around, and sat back on his couch, not feeling as though any more of a goodbye was necessary. If she wanted to stay, she could. If she wanted to leave, she could. The ball was in her court.

[Samantha Dugger]

Samantha smiled sweetly to his words and ran a finger up his neck letting it fall she was happy he was going to come see her right?

She let him walk over to the couch ans sit down, reaching over she grabbed her purse and turned looking at him as she slide it up her shoulder, walking to wards him she leaned down so he could see her cleavage again and placed a hand on the inside of his leg gently."Maybe your get lucky enough for a private dance, i have decided yet." she winked pulling away quickly and turned heading for the door.

Walking out before he could speak she clicked it shut and leaned against the wall for a moment flipping her phone open she texted Tj and snapped it shut....this was her life? she was a whore, owell. She walked on though the club and out the door looking around she spotted the black cobra pull up and she slide inside, leaning over she kissed the man driving on the cheek and smiled."Lets go baby, took longer than i thought sorry."

occ: sorry interent shut off last night.