The Roaring 20's at Jasmine's

[Honey_B]

Having finished her business with Bethany, Jasmine said, "If you will excuse me, I need to go speak with Vito." "And, I know it's going to piss off Sal that I'm seeing Vito first," she muttered under her breath as she got up.

The crowd parted as Jasmine walked across the room. She paused at Vito's table a split-second before saying, "Well, the word in the club is that you need to speak to me." She patiently waited... standing.

 

[ariosto]

Vito was a tough guy. He'd been around and he knew his way around women, but this one...
This one had a mind of her own. This one had made him jump through hoops. She also gave him a hardon just watching her walk up.

He stood, Vito was also a gentleman even if he couldn't hide how happy he was to see her.

"Yeh, I got something to tell you. I got something to tell you alone. We talk private Jas or not at all and believe me you want to hear what I got to say."

He knew from the look on her face what she was thinking.

"No it isn't about your new little boy. You want him you got him. This is business."

 

[Angelus]

Clyde stood behind the bar and watched Sal and Vito, looking for any signs of trouble. He knew that whenever the two of them were in the same room together something usually happened and he didn't want it happening here. He watched the two of them closely, trying to figure out if he had to do anything. He really didn't want to do anything to stop them which might cause something to happen to himself, Jasmine or the club so he stood there, torn.

 

[Honey_B]

"All right, let's talk in my private office," Jasmine suggested. She turned and they walked to the door behind the bar. As Jasmine passed Clyde, she said, "See that we're not disturbed, but please bring us some of my Jamaican coffee." Jasmine needed to get alert, and fast. As she went into her office, she was sure she could feel Sal's eyes boring into her back like daggers.

Jasmine closed the door. She gestured to the settee that sat to one side of the room. She sat down in a chair next to it. In her most businesslike tone, Jasmine asked, "So, what is it ?"

 

[LittleRedDevil]

Desiree

I looked at the lyrics Sistine had handed me, a smile playing around the edge of my lips. It was just what I was looking for to spice up the club. "Sistine, there is hope for you yet." I handed them back to her, "Let's turn up the heat."

I made my way to the stage, as Sistine returned to the piano. I pulled the mic to me, smiling sensually at the crowd, "Good evening ladies and gentleman. Tonight, we have a very special treat for you."

Sistine's hands glided over the keys, and I started to sway to the music, getting a feel for the song. I open my mouth and the sultry words came with easy grace.

"I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb,
I got somethin' between my legs'll make a dead man come,
Oh daddy, baby won't you shave 'em dry?

Want you to grind me baby, grind me until I cry.
Say I fucked all night, and all the night before baby,

And I feel just like I wanna, fuck some more,
Oh great God daddy,

Grind me honey and shave me dry,
And when you hear me holler baby, want you to shave it dry.

I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb,
Daddy you say that's the kind of 'em you want, and you can make 'em
come,

Oh, daddy shave me dry,

And I'll give you somethin' baby, swear it'll make you cry.
I'm gon' turn back my mattress, and let you oil my springs,

I want you to grind me daddy, 'til the bell do ring,

Oh daddy, want you to shave 'em dry,
Oh great God daddy, if you can't shave 'em baby won't you try?

Now if fuckin' was the thing, that would take me to heaven,
I'd be fuckin' in the studio, till the clock strike eleven,

Oh daddy, daddy shave 'em dry,
I would fuck you baby, honey I'd make you cry.

Now your nuts hang down like a damn bell sapper,
And your dick stands up like a steeple,

Your goddam ass-hole stands open like a church door,
And the crabs walks in like people.

A big sow gets fat from eatin' corn,
And a pig gets fat from suckin',

Reason you see this whore, fat like I am,
Great God, I got fat from fuckin'.

My back is made of whalebone,
And my cock is made of brass,
And my fuckin' is made for workin' men's two dollars,
Great God, round to kiss my ass.

Oh! Whoo, daddy, shave 'em dry"

The last note of the song left my lips as Sistine brought it to a close. I decided to give the crowd some time to recover, "Thank you ladies and gentlemen. We'll be back in ten."

I left the stage, winking at Sistine as I made my way to the bar. "Clyde, my darling, I feel the need to wet my whistle with water and lemon." I smiled sweetly at him. I wonder what he thought of my song.

 

[ariosto]

"You"

A delicately arched eyebrow raised slightly...
"Me?"

Vito stood up and walked to the window, looking down at the traffic below.

"I havn't got all night.I gotta club to run.'

In an instant he had crossed the room, tilted her head back and kissed her. The old Vito kind of kiss, long and hard and full of tongue.

"You remember those don't you Jas?"

She did indeed.

Suddenly the fire seemed to leave him and he collapsed on the chair next to her.

"Siete bei, io li amate...my Jasmine.
I want you back. I'll do whatever it takes."

He paused, then reached out his fingers, long dark elegant fingers and slid them down the front of her gown gliding over her breast.

"Vito."
Sometimes she knew, he could lose himself
in a dream.

His voice was deadly quiet.

"There's gonna be a war. I don't want you hurt. Stay out of it Jasmine. Sal won't leave this club alive."

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine slowly absorbed the news. No easy task considering her mind was still realing from the onslaught of Vito's kiss. Her dangerously wicked game had become deadly. She was caught between two lethal men and she had feelings for both. She couldn't let them kill each other. "This was business," Vito had said, but she couldn't help but feel responsible. If nothing else, she would try to prevent something from happening tonight. Maybe then, whatever this was all about, would fizzle out.

"War, what is war to a woman," Jasmine said. "Women care about love," she walked closer. "Women care about this..." Jasmine snaked her arms around Vito's neck and kissed him with all the passion she possessed. "Je veulent etre avec toi, mon cheri," Jasmine whispered in his ear. Then, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, gently biting it with her sharp, little teeth. That, he would respond to, Jasmine thought as she performed the playful little gesture they shared.

Jasmine had to slip away for a moment. She said the first thing that popped into her head. "Cher, stay here for a moment. I'm going to cancel that coffee and get us something stronger. I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail." Before opening the door, she stopped and smiling, blew him a kiss. "I hope that wasn't too over the top," Jasmine thought to herself,, because "Je veulent etre avec toi... ce soir."

Jasmine closed the door, and almost ran to Sal who was still at the bar. "I don't have any time for questions, but if you love me, you will get up and leave." Sal didn't say anything. Jasmine feared for his life, so she grabbed him and kissed him, just as passionately as she had Vito, right there in the middle of the bar. She could feel everyone looking at her, but she didn't care. "I've never asked you for anything before," she whispered, "You've got to trust me and leave."

With that, Jasmine whispered to Clyde to be prepared for big trouble if Sal did not leave. She hoped he would tell the other employees. From the icebox under the bar, Jasmine grabbed a bottle of champagne, and two crystal glasses.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. Vito looked up expectantly and Jasmine didn't disappoint. She set the bottle and glass down on the little Louis XV table by the door. She kicked the door closed and locked it. Then, holding Vito's gaze with her eyes, she slipped the straps of her evening gown off her shoulders. It fell to the ground in a silken swush.

Jasmine wore lingere that was the exact sexy bronze of her dress. Her stocking stopped mid-thigh and were attached to a gartar belt. Her panties were just a tiny slip of bronze silk between her legs. And her bra... A woman doesn't wear one with a dress like that. Jasmine cupped her naked breasts and said in a husky voice, "Now... Where were we?"

OCC: Why is it women always rip off their dresses when men speak Italian

 

[ariosto]

"Penso che sterà andando mangiarlo."

His voice was a throaty whisper. He could no more resist her then he could stop breathing. Vito stood up, so tall, almost regal in his bearing but for her he could be a kitten or as well as a lion

"Que venuto, Jasmina"

She walked towards him slowly still cupping her breasts. He liked to suckle her...sometimes she would awake at night and find him nursing like a baby.
And indeed as she came near he bent his head and
took her nipples into his mouth. He did'nt tease them as other lovers had done. Instead he drew them slowly into his mouth, moving his toungue across the hardening tips and sucking them at the same time. Her hand laced into his silvering hair as his came up to hold her breasts while his lips devoured them.
Against his leg he could feel the burgeoning hardness of his penis, but Vito was not a man to hurry this game, he willed it down for the moment.
He had things to do with his hands and mouth before his cock entered the play.
As he sucked, pretending to feel the warm flow of her milk, he knew he was planning to give her the best fuck of his life.


OOC:

Il dont I sa!...but I'm glad it does.
French has a similar effect n'est pas?

 

[Honey_B]

Jasmine threw her head back and luxuriated in the sensations of Vito's mouth on her breasts. Nobody ever loved her breasts like Vito. She never wanted him to stop and that thought surprised her. This wasn't an act just to avert trouble anymore. She wanted Vito now.

Regaining her composure with some difficulty, Jasmine lead him through the beaded curtain at the back of the office. They were standing in Jasmine's bedroom, her private sanctuary. She kissed Vito again, using her tongue to excite him, becoming more excited herself in return. As she did this, she stripped off Vito's elegant dinner jacket, and undid his tie. She wanted to feel his skin pressed to hers. It had been so very long.

Suspenders, cufflinks, shirt, undershirt, all this she removed with trembling, almost frenzied hands. She sighed and very nearly swooned as her naked, enflamed nipples came into contact with his hard muscled chest. "Consomme moi! Je veulent coïter avec toi, m' amour," Jasmine purred.

 

[Serah]

Bethany

She was stuck babysitting some guy named Grant. All she had to do was wait until he got here. She sidled up to the bar and smiled at Clyde. "Hiya champ can you get me a vodka collins." She eyed Jasmine grabbing the champagne and heading back in the office. "now theres a girl who doesnt need back up." She smiled to herself and watched the show.

 

[Fly_on_the_Wall]

Sal

I was sitting back enjoying the sexiest, raunchiest song I had ever heard Jasmine's chauntuse, Desiree or anyone, sing before. Suddenly, Jasmine went into her office with that dog, Vito. I was about to burst in after them, but the look in Clyde's eyes warned otherwise. I sat and drank my third Manhatten, and fumed.

Jasmine came bursting out. She said, "I don't have any time for questions, but if you love me, you will get up and leave." I was about to reply when she gave me a kiss that was all fear. Then she whispered in my ear, her breath caressing me, ""I've never asked you for anything before. You've got to trust me and leave." She did the strangest thing next. She grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses and rushed back into her office.

I gulped my drink and slammed my glass down on the bar, shattering it. I didn't notice. I tossed a Grant on the bar. I said to Clyde, "You tell Jazzy, I'll be back." With that I stormed out of the door.

As the valet was bringing my car around, I saw Vito's car across the street. I walked over and climbed into the passenger's seat. Before Vito's chauffer could speak, my gun was already drawn. "Give this message to your boss, 'When you get to Hell, chisler, tell them Sal gets what's his'." Before he could reply, I got out, and slammed the door so hard that the window broke. I took a nickel from my pocket, and tossed it through the open window. "That outta cover the damage on this heap."

With that, Sal's car arrived and he got in and drove off.

 

[ariosto]

The cinnamon color of Jasmine's skin, especially in subdued light like this made Vito think of light brown sugar. He wanted to lick her like a lollipop, hold her in his mouth and let her melt. Standing by the bed their mouths seemed glued to each others, tongues locked in sensuous embrace.
He could feel the pressure of her full breasts crushed against his chest, his hands ran down her smooth back, under her garter belt and panties until they cupped the two round cheeks of her ass.
He pulled her to him, pulled her against his rigid cock, he could feel it pressing into her belly. Suddenly he tore the flimsy panties from her body and clutching her naked hips picked her up and sat her on the edge of the bed. The very sight of the thigh highs against her smooth brown skin inflamed him. Spreading her knees apart he began kissing the inside of each thigh, using his mouth and lips and tongue to work his way towards the tantalizing center of her sex.

"Caro mia"
he whispered,
Caro mia, mi amore"

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...

Lindsey was actually feeling pretty much on top of things while she walked yet another tray out to Jasmine's customer's. She had gotten the hang of how to balance a tray of drinks (or so she thought) and she was smiling. She was even sort of accepting her short hair...well sort of. Anyway, several people told her they liked it.
Sistine was busy tickling the piano's ivories, and Lindsey was in awe over how the woman could so easily make music from her fingertips--like it was nothing. Sistine played a Rag Time song earlier that made Lindsey dizzy with its power.
Lindsey, who had spent countless hours sitting straightbacked on a piano bench practicing and repeating clumsy scales, should have hated Sistine--but she respected her instead.
She was almost at her customer's table when Desiree (and Lindsey was excited about hearing Desiree sing after all the talk) suddenly called out in beautiful voice," I got nipples on my titties as big as the end of my thumbs."
Lindsey tripped on her own feet, lost hold of her tray, and spilled the beverages toward the two customers. It was a middle-aged man and his young flapper girlfriend, who shrieked.
"I'm so Sorry!" She gasped. It was difficult to apologize to the couple when Desiree kept saying words like...well, like the words that she was singing. Desiree was singing words that Lindsey could never imagine saying outloud, and much less in a room full of people.
The good news was that Jasmine looked too busy going upstairs, to her office, to fire Lindsey on the spot. (Lindsey thought: Maybe Jasmine will find out about what happens up there..and I won't have to tell her.)
She looked over at Clyde, who made a face, and pointed to the replacement drinks already made.
"I'm sorry," she says again to the couple. "I'll be right back.'

 

[mars99]

OOC: I will take on Grant Carrington, HoneyB Hope I can measure up to the lofty standards this thread has already set. If I suck let me know and I'll give it up I'll post a little later on, maybe not till tomorrow, but I'll be there!

 

[Honey_B]

"Oh yes," Jasmine thought, "Vito knows what I want." She felt his sweet lips on the sensitive flesh of her thighs. Jasmine uttered a long soft moan that screamed, "Don't stop!" She ran her fingers through his silken hair.

She wanted to push him, grind his face into the hot, dripping center of her womanhood. Vito wasn't a man to be pushed, however. He always took his own sweet time, whatever exquisite torture that caused her. She willed herself to wait, her excitment growing. He continued to tease her.

Finally... finally, she had to beg. "Vito, please, suck me, lick me, please, just please give me pleasure," she gasped with a voice, thick with passion.

 

[Angelus]

Clyde handed Desiree her drink with a smile and then leaned forward just enough so that only the two of them could hear what he was saying and said, "I loved the song. Although the singer is a hell of a lot better than the song."

With a smile Clyde took a step back from the bar and was actually glad that there was someone to take over from him. This place was a madhouse and he seemed to be the only one that was sane which seemed to be a bad thing to be. He walked over to one of the tables and sat down at it, his cup of coffee in hand. He knew that he wasn't allowed to drink while he was serving drinks and keeping the peace in this place but sometimes he found himself needing one.

He took a sip of his coffee and closed his eyes for a second, letting the second of peace to wash over him. He knew that it wouldn't last though; it rarely did. That was why he was here.

 

[Serah]

Bet

Bethany looked at herself in the mirror just to make sure she was visble. "Hey Clyde am I invisible or what?" Bet fumed, she was used to being invisble around beautiful women it was the story of her life. But Clyde should know better. She fumed for a second more and then rembered what Jasmine had said about controlling herself. *cough* "I mean Clyde, may I please have that Vodka Collins,but this time make it a double."

 

[Xantham]

Wesley Brown

OOC: A possible addition to the cast, if he doesn't fit, don't hire him.

IC: Slowly the doors open as a young black man, wearing an old tattered jacket and beat-up trousers comes in. He takes off an old brown derby and crumples the brim in his grip as he looks around the place. He stands somewhat stooped as his eyes travel over the room until they hit the stage. He heads over to the bar, for some reason his steps sound loud as he crosses the room. He waits patiently for Clyde to notice him and walk over. Without picking his eyes up the young man starts to stammer, "M...Mister, m...my n..name's Wesley. Is J...jasmine around.?"

"I'm sorry, son, but Jasmine is a little tied up right now."

"C..C..Can I wait?"

"I guess so, can I get you something to drink?"

"N...No sir. M...My mammy says that spirits don't do nothing but put the devil in you."

"One water, then, coming right up."

"Thank you, sir. " Wesley took a deep drink of the water. "Ah..ah..I'm a dancer. I t..tap, sir."

 

[TygerEyez]

Sistine

I can't but overhear that!

Sliding my way along the bar, I approach the young black man, and touch his arm. "Hello. I thought I heard you say you tap dance?"

At his nod, I smile happily. "Thank goodness! You're just the person I need to spice up the faster dance numbers!"

Clearing my throat, I chuckle. I don't know why, or when I started being so bold, but... Well, my art comes first.

"Oh, this would be perfect! Now all I need is a second piano player... we could play dual pianos, and really jive this place up!"

I stop and think. I don't have any friends that play.. and I'm not sure how Jasmine would feel about hiring another person. Hey, wait a second!

Spying the young waitress, I touch her shoulder. "Excuse me... someone told me you played piano. Is it true?"

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey....

"Excuse me, someone told me that you play the piano? Is it true?" Said Sistine.
Lindsey blushed into a grin, and looked away from her. She was shaking her head slightly. "I was never any good at it...not like you are. Besides, I never played anything like y'all play here...you know...fast music. "

 

[mars99]

Grant Carrington

Grant, 31, born in London

Oh dear dear dear, how one can weary of the jet set life after a while. Gay Paree just didn't hold the same joie de vivre it did just a few years ago when I would paint the town for days at a time, bedding a vast succession of fiery, tempestuous young women along the way. Oh the women were still there, mind you, but the spark was missing. The moment of that first eye contact with a woman who I knew would spend the next few hours, days, or months with me had eluded me in recent times. I was strolling down the Champs Elysees with Marie on one arm and Angelique on the other, pondering my nagging sense of ennui when my chauffer whispered something into my ear. Jasmine requested my presence at her establishment in America at my earliest convenience. Ahhhh, Jasmine! There's a name that would always perk up my spirits until the day I died. The stories we could tell of my early visits to America, and to her private quarters on occasion. This could be just what the proverbial doctor ordered. I had my private jet at the ready, and was soon airborne, taking Marie and Angelique with me for entertainment on the long flight.

Born into the reputable Carringtons of London, I was heir to a vast fortune and lived carefree from the day I entered the world with a silver spoon firmly in my mouth. There was not a spot in the world worth seeing that I hadn't, and not a type of woman worth having that I hadn't. There was something about America, however, that always drew me back. The freedom, the abandon, the raunchiness, especially at places like Jasmine's were too much to resist in this era of hot Jazz, hotter liquor, and the hottest women....

My driver dropped me at the door to Jasmine's. I was dressed to the nines, as was my usual style. Full black tuxedo, hair slicked back, my stunning good looks causing more than a few heads to turn as I entered the bar. The place was in full swing, a splendid singer and piano player completing their set, a nervous young waitress spilling drinks on customers, a wise-acre bartender making the rounds, a jittery young black man eager for something, but no Jasmine in sight. My eyes scanned the room and froze upon reaching what I knew was their destination, a young woman, sipping a Vodka Collins at the bar. Her eyes caught mine and we locked. There was that spark! I held her gaze for a moment, then headed towards her, a suave smile gracing my fine features.

"Cigarette?" I offered, extending the pack to her....

 

[Grrrr]

Capt. Fergus O'Reilly

OCC:

I apo;ogize for all of u people for taking so long to join the thread , I just had some difficulties the last couple of days, I hope it doesn’t happen again !

IC :

A black car stops right outside the door, All the eyes are suddenly turned at the door , the place is as silent as the grave for a short while that seemed like ages for most of those still some how sober .

Entering the scene is none but good old Capt. Fergus O'Reilly, head of the prohibition department , in his pale yellow rain coat , still dripping water on the floor , followed by hi assistant Reilly and a couple of men from the force . Fergus is a mid-forty guy , black hair slicked back , not what you may call a handsome prince, but he was alright for his age, except for his own nature that was enough reason to maintain their safe distances . He wasn't Mr. Honest or anything, neither did he even try to pretend he is , in fact no one really knows why he keeps Jasmine's running while shutting down all the other places though they offered him the same money Jasmine offered , perhaps even more ! . He was dressed in his own formal tuxedo : his favourite gray suit that was covered with traces and stains from every where he’s been to for the last week .No one ever knew anything about his private life , whether married or not ? kids ? now knew anything about his past even his assistant , he just wouldn’t let anyone get that close

Fergus just stood there with his eyes scanning every one in the room , stopping at certain parts of the present feminine figures checking out their curves over and over again , he just loved to make others feel nervous and uncomfortable . He made a sign to his men to stand by the door and not letting any one out , Cutting through the heavy silence , he slowly approached the bar to where Clyde used to stand , he leaned at the bar (not forgetting to give the black guy sitting next him a look of despise), and then looked over his shoulder , propably looking for Clyde , but instead his eyes are layed upon young Lindsey , he examines the new face with his eyes before he makes a sign with his hand for her to come closer <he wasn’t much of a talking guy>. Poor Lindsey was pretty shaken and uncertain , she’s never been that close to a cop before and certainly not like this one . As she stood right infront of him , he had his eyes focused on the her chest appearing from her blouse , he asked her about Jasmine . She murmerred with unexplainable words and with an almost whispering voice . Every body else was staring at this conversation Clyde, Bet , Diseree and Sistine , They were all familiar with Fergus “unusual” actions , and couldn’t only but fear for the worst to happen. Lindsey stopped talking , but Fergus was still examining her body trying to get more of her bare skin , when he suddenly lifted up his head and looked at her face saying : “ ummm…uuh would u please repeat that again ?”

 

[ariosto]

"Il mio piacere caro."
He whispers.

Oh yes it would Vito's pleasure. The taste of a womans sex. This womans sex, was erotic to him beyond all measure. Many nights he had been content only to do this. To bury his face between Jasmines brown thighs, to hold his tongue within her and recieve the reward of her ecstacy, hot, dolce, sweet liquid, taking her down into his
body, savoring the taste for hours.
Tonight though, it would be everything. Tonight was the last effort. He would win her back.
he would win her back, he would...

"La magra indietro, gode."
Lean back, enjoy.

She lay back on her elbows, fingers across the soft curves of her breasts, touching her pink hard nipples...
watching.

Vito looked at her as he placed his mouth over her vulva, his lips were wide enough that all of her, from stiffening clit to the bottom of her moist labia were taken in his mouth. She felt the heat of his breath against her,as he savored the feel and shape and scent of her sex.
His tongue began a slow exploration...moving along the swelling lips, probing within, massaging the
precious pearl feeling it emerge and grow.

"Assagiate il miele di simile."
His voice murmured against her.
Honey indeed was the taste on his lips...

 

[Angelus]

Clyde got up out of his chair the instant that he saw what the good old captain was doing. He walked over to where Fergus stood and moved in between Lindsey and the captain, blocking the view that he had of Lindsey. He knew that this was most probably a stupid thing to do but as he stood there Clyde gave Fergus a look that meant if he tried anything he would find himself on his ass, cop or not.

"Yes Fergus... what is it that I can do for you?"

Clyde turned and looked behind him to see that Lindsey was still standing there, unsure of what to do.

"Lindsey.... go and serve someone. They are thirsty. I can handle this."

As soon as he turned to look at Fergus the first thing that he saw was that the captain was trying to move and get another look at Lindsey but every time that he moved Clyde did- standing right in front of him. He was damn sure not going to let anything happen to Lindsey, not until she was good and ready.

"I am sorry if you do not like what I am doing captain but I was hired to keep the peace in this place and even if it means stopping you from harrassing one of the waitresses in here then that is what I will do. Now, what can I help you with?"

 

[maryceleste]

Lindsey...
She was in the middle of chatting with Sistine and Wesley about the various forms of music, when everyone in the place sort of stiffened.
"Captain O'Reilly," Said Clyde under his breath, to her left. Lindsey looked over at Clyde because of the strange way he said it. The bartender was polishing a glass, staring toward the front door. His biceps were jumping from his movements. She tore her eyes away. Lindsey looked at the front door, very aware that Sistine and Wesley were already looking over there.
They came in with casual attitude. Several men dressed in cheap brown suits, and Captain O'Reilly dressed in a tuxedo. Jasmine had told her earlier that if he came in, to treat him special. Jasmine had looked at her and said, "Please? As a favor to me?"
Lindsey hardly had time to think, because Captain Fergus O'Reilly, handed his hat off to the girl, and then strode right up.
"Oh," said Lindsey. She was aware that Sistine had fled back to her piano to leaf through music sheets, and Wesley was somewhere down the bar. (He was looking over, though...wasn't everyone?)
Lindsey held her tray against her front because of the way Captain O'Reilly looked at her. She went to brush her hair back over her shoulders, but re-discovered that her hair was now cut flapper-short, and so, that threw her off even more.
"Where's Jasmine," he asked, taking the bourbon from the bar beside her. And while she tried to tell him that that was for her customer, he drank it. He sat the empty glass back down hard and looked at her. "You were answering?" His eyes were very complex and intense, and watching her closely.
"She's.." Lindsey looked upstairs but she she didn't want to say 'upstairs' because that meant something nasty to a lot of people here. "She's in her office. She has a headache, I think."
Lindsey was very much aware of the tension in the room when the Police Captain leaned forward and said against her ear, "Umm..would you please repeat that again?"
Suddenly Clyde was over around the front of the bar, and he said, "Yes, Fergus...what is it that I can do for you?" Clyde looked at Lindsey pointedly. "Go and serve someone," he said.
"But--"
"I can handle this," said Clyde. Lindsey gave a worried look over toward Sistine, and then went back over to her parties. She watched Clyde and Captain O'Reilly while she explained to the man about what happened to his drink.