Post by Ravyn Nightshade on Nov 22, 2014 22:53:58 GMT
Zack: Everybody gets lucky. I’m on a roll and ready to own this hottie Aussie…five Hundred Dollars on the line here.
Ravyn: Still playing cheap, love? Where’s your sense of adventure, man?
Then, Ravyn reaches into the pocket of her black leather knee high boot and pulls out a wad of cash, another five hundred dollars’ worth, slamming it on top of the money already on the table.
Ravyn: Another 500 plus that 500.
The people in the garage react to the game getting the stakes raised and take an interest. But Ravyn is not quite done yet.
Ravyn: You know what; let’s burn this bloody damn thing up, mate!
Then, Ravyn reaches into her other boot pocket and pulls out a wad of cash, a thousand dollars’ worth, slamming it on top of the thousand dollars.
Ravyn: 2 thousand dollars mate. What say you, love?
The reaction from the crowd becomes even more louder in result of the new stakes in the game, prompting Zack to an immediate interest.
Zack: You have just made my night. You’re gonna regret making it hot on me.
Ravyn: Let’s roll, baby.
After giving the cards a good shuffle, Zack deals the cards, with both players getting their set of cards.
Zack: Aright. You’re staying?
Ravyn takes a look at the cards and glances over to Zack and nods. She doesn’t show any sign of hints that would give her hand away. But Zack couldn’t care because he was feeling he got this wrapped up.
Zack: Well, I’m gonna call it first anyway, because this pot is mine.
Zack then slams his cards on the table with confidence:
Three Aces (1-Clubs, 1-Hearts, 1-Diamonds) and Two Fives (1-Spades, 1-Diamonds).
Zack: HA! Full House Baby!
They all react favorably to his draw as Zack smiles and begin to move his body around in a semi-dancing motion.
Zack: Yeah, yeah. I told ya not to mess with me. I’m hot tonight, girl!
Zack reaches for the stash, but Ravyn holds his hand back and looks straight into his eyes with a sexy smirk.
Ravyn: I eat hot playas like you for breakfast, Zack boy…and now it’s feeding time.
Ravyn then lays her cards on the table.
An Ace of Spades, a King of Spades, a Queen of Spades, a Jack of Spades, and a 10 of Spades.
Ravyn: Royal Flush, BA-ZING!
Ravyn reaches for the money and takes it while the people in the room fill the room with hollering noises. Meanwhile Zack sits there stunned. Meanwhile, Ravyn dances around the room, gives everyone high fives along the way.
Ravyn: That’s right! I’M the Queen here! I’M the Queen. THIS IS MY HOUSE!
Then Ravyn walks over to Zack and plants her foot on the table in front of him.
Ravyn: Respect me, bitch! Respect me!
Zack: You lucky I like you, girl.
Zack takes his Corona beer that he had beside him, pours some the contents on Ravyn's boot and then, without warning, he boldly licks it off thoroughly. The group laughs away in response, seeing the humor in the gesture. Just then, Ravyn approaches Zack.
Ravyn: Poor, baby. You’re losing some of that mojo. But don’t worry.
Ravyn then straddles onto Zack on the chair and undoes her ponytail, letting her hair down.
Ravyn: You know I can get that kick started with quickness, big man.
While gyrating on Zack, Ravyn takes his beer, takes a swig and seductively pours it all over her body, allowing Zack to sample it while the group reacts wildly, completely enjoying the action being displayed before them. Just then, another man walks over and whispers something in Ravyn’s ear. She looks a little puzzled at first, but realizes that the news she just received she may have to attend to.
Rayvn: We’ll pick this up later, Zack. But…
She grabs him by his tank top and pulls him close to her.
Ravyn: Don’t go anywhere. I own you tonight.
Zack: Do me what you will, baby.
Ravyn: Don’t worry love, I intend to.
She leans forward and lightly bites on the side of Zack’s neck and then takes herself off of him, allowing him to savor the experience of what’s coming his way.
Ravyn walks away from the sounds of a good time being brought upon by the people in the back of the garage to the mild silence of the front of the facility, to which she is greeted by two men who are standing by waiting for her. And from the sexy, but cocky smirk she is sporting after showing mild surprise upon their appearance, it looks as if she is familiar with one of them.
Ravyn: I knew that vermin would be problematic in New York. But I never thought they’d be more civilized.
Standing before Ravyn is none other than MetroPRO co-owner, and longtime nemesis to Ravyn Nightshade, Marty Sunshine. Standing by his side is the man hand-picked by Marty Sunshine to serve as arbitrator of all Sunshine-Goodman disputes, Tony Pham, dark sunglasses, gold chain, a little drunk, all smiles.
Marty nudges Tony.
Marty: What did I tell you? Ever the charmer, she is.
Tony sniffs the air.
Tony: I smell Corona.
Ravyn: Who is this?
Marty: This, Ravyn, is Tony Pham. He’s the man-- or at least one of two men-- who call the shots when Mort Goodman and I reach an impasse. He’s also an avid card player, and when I told him where I was meeting you, he asked to tag along.
Ravyn looks at Tony and gives him a funny glare.
Rayvn: You look more like a Pinochle guy to me.
Tony turns to Marty looking a little embarrassed, more along the lines of not knowing what to make of what she just said. Meanwhile, Marty snickers.
Ravyn: Nobody knows about this spot.
Tony: But I’m not nobody, baby. Who you got back there? Is Zack there?
Ravyn chuckles.
Ravyn: Yeah, He’s back there.
Marty: Tony, why don’t you go play, let Ravyn and I talk shop.
Tony: Nobody’s gonna have twist Tony Pham’s arm. I’ll leave you two to do your thing.
Tony heads back toward the interior of the garage, but we remain with Marty and Ravyn. In the background, we hear the group of players greet Tony by name-- this is not the first time he’s played here.
Marty: I swear, we can be in a garage, an old folks home, a Quick Check, or church-- wherever we are, than man can sniff out a game like a bloodhound.
Ravyn has had just about enough of the small talk. Her eyes narrow. Her fist clenches. With a swift, fluid motion, she sends a quick jab to Marty’s nose, sending him reeling back into a shelf of old hubcaps that come crashing down.
Marty holds his nose, which is busted open.
Marty: Why does everyone feel the need to punch me in the nose when they greet me!?! What the hell ever happened to a handshake!?!
Ravyn: I just couldn’t help myself. You wanna talk business, we can talk business, love; but I needed to get that out of my system first.
Marty: You needed to get that out of your system?
Ravyn: That’s right, sweets.
Marty: And how did it feel.
Ravyn pauses to contemplate the question.
Ravyn: Trust me, you should feel really lucky after the shit you put me through. But in a few words, yeah it felt pretty damn good.
Ravyn goes over to a nearby couch and takes a seat on it. She kicks a few cans off the table with her feet before putting her feet on it.
Ravyn: So what’s up-- you called for this meeting. Every minute we spend I’m missing out on some action in the back room-- in more than one sense-- so if you’ve got something to say, talk, and talk fast.
Marty: I want you with me.
Ravyn raises an eyebrow at Marty for a moment and then she smirks.
Ravyn: You want me with you?
Marty: No, not with me-- not in that sense, but with “me”-- I want you as part of team Sunshine.
Ravyn: Sweets, why in the bloody hell would I do that?
Marty: Because I’ll make a lot of money.
There’s a pause between the two....awkward at best.
Marty: Oh, you mean from your perspective? I’ll give you three reasons why you should be aligned with me. Number one, you and I are not too different-- you are a calculate, self-assured, ruthless bitch-- and I mean that in a good way-- you belong on Team Sunshine.
Ravyn makes another fist and pounds it against her other hand. Marty is getting nervous at this gesture, realizing very quickly the thin line he’s walking with her.
Ravyn: While I’m... flattered by your assessment, you still haven’t answered by question, and you’re really testing my patience.
Marty: Okay, okay, relax. Number two-- I wield a lot of power in MetroPRO, Ravyn, and I can make things work for you.
Ravyn: I don’t need you to make things work for me, love. Have you forgotten who I am? I’m the Huntress-- I make things work for myself. Please tell me your third reason is something special, because seeing that so far, the highlight of this meeting has been making the river run red from your nose. On second thought…
Ravyn gets up from the chair and makes her way towards Marty, cocking her fist back with full intention in what she wants to do with it.
Ravyn: Why should I even wait? Nothing you’re gonna say is gonna be worth listening to.
Marty starts to cower in fear. He blurts out in desperation.
Marty: Number three is Grace Taylor!
Just like that, following a moment of deliberation, Ravyn lowers her arm.
Ravyn: I’m listening.
Marty uses the moment of reprieve to loosen up a bit.
Marty: Look, it’s no secret how you feel about Grace. She’s a spoiled, arrogant kid who depends upon her father and that dimwit boyfriend of hers. And that was before her old man was in power. Think about how intolerable she was back in Washington, and now magnify that tenfold. You and I, we have a mutual interest making sure that does not happen.
Ravyn: And?
Marty: And? And so the two of you are on a collision course-- again.
Ravyn gives Marty the stinkeye while using her eyes to scan Marty’s facial expressions, trying to see if there is any bluff in what he’s saying. She turns away and takes a few steps.
Ravyn: I made it no secret about wanting to destroy that worthless tick. She always found a way to escape me no matter what hell I brought into her. I found it kind of fun actually…
She smiles while placing some of her hair behind her ear, without Marty seeing her because her back was still to him.
Ravyn: ...and it’s going to be a pleasure to have her go through that again, even if “Daddy Dearest” is now holding her hand.
Ravyn now turns to unleash and annoying glare at Marty.
Ravyn: Why do I need a douchebag like you?
Marty: Why? Well-well-uhm-- because I’m Marty.
Ravyn’s not buying it. She takes an aggressive step toward Marty.
Marty: Oh, come on! You know-- you’ve gotta know! You can’t tell me that you don’t see what I bring to the table in light of our history!
Ravyn pauses.
Ravyn: I’ll tell you what, kitten. I’ll take your comments under consideration if…
Marty looks concerned.
Marty: If-- if what?
Ravyn doesn’t say a word. Instead, she places her hands on her hips in a sexy, but dominant pose and casually looks at the ground before shooting a look at Marty again.There’s a mutual understanding of Ravyn’s expectations.
Marty: Oh no. You’re kidding right.
Ravyn: Marty, let me rephrase-- I’ll take your comments under consideration, and consider walking out of here in one piece if….
Ravyn points down at her feet, which is firmly planted on the floor. Marty is sweating, weighing his options.
Marty shrugs uncomfortably.
Marty: Oh what the hell, if I could immerse myself in a dumpster looking for Liz Smalls panties…
Marty looks around to see if any other eyes are watching him, only but the eyes for Ravyn, who’s giving him an impatient glare, letting him know that she’s running out of patience with him. Marty then goes down to his knees before Ravyn and begins kissing her boot. As Ravyn feels empowered by what she is seeing, she nearly holds in the laughter, knowing how pathetic he is at this point. Just then, any sign of happiness on her face is now taken over by a hint of malicious intent as she steps on his head with her other foot, pressing his face against her boot. She can hear the muffled voice of Marty coming out, but she ignores it as she casually plays with her fingernails.
Ravyn: Do you know Marty that I can break cinder blocks with these feet? Just imagine what I can do to your bloody head, love?
She applies more pressure to his head. Marty is doing everything he can to break free, but the foot of the beautiful Aussie was too strong for him to escape from.
Ravyn: Having a dangerous weapon on one’s side can make one a tremendous threat to anyone, especially when it’s a hot one like me.
After seeing that he’s had enough, Ravyn lets him go, allowing him to quickly recover and catch a breath.
Ravyn: We’ll see.
Ravyn turns away and begins her walk back to her activities, leaving Marty still recovering.
A moment later, Tony Pham resurfaces with a fat stack of cash in his hand. He notices Marty sweating and breathing heavily.
Tony shakes his head.
Tony: Damn, baby, that good, huh?
FADE TO BLACK
