RP:LazyEel Lounge "Enter Maylari"

LazyEel Lounge

Sparky ::The lounge was silent. It was dark outside not that anyone would notice. Sparky had pulled up a chair next to the stage and was watching several people perform, beyond him and the dancers who were trying out the room was empty.

Maylari kicks in the door like a cat outta hell and quickly bounces about the room on all fours spraying urine, like the male of her species, in order to mark the territory as her own. The agility of the puma knows little bounds, for she gracefully leaps onto the stage grinds with a few of the more attractive dancers and snatches the very epicenter of attention in the lounge. The seductive and twisted feline begins belting out a ballad of torturous agony with a tone def melodic vocal range of a half dead and semi impaired rooster. "I have come here to chew bubble gum and kick ass." Maylari wink at the owner of the establishment as she spots him near the very stage she now owns. "And I am all outta bubblegum."

Sparky blinked a little unfazed. "Ah good to see a familiar face, maybe you can be a better judge at whose better for the job as exotic dancers," sparky made a hand motion at felines, lycans, humans, draconians, who all female were waiting to be called up.

Maylari hears Sparky speak, yet takes her own interpretation of the electric one's words. "I can most certainly do that, after all.....I am an excellent ....well, everything." Maylari snaps her fingers at whoever the hell is getting paid in this place to pour the damn booze and turns her attention to the so called exotic lineup of what clearly resembles the least good looking Arril Street hookers. Provocative puma elite then begins slapping them each across the face with authority demanding them to remove their clothing and adorn the suits of birthdays in order to display themselves in shame for what they are. "I think that all of you filthy whores do not, I repeat do not have the right to breath the same air that I breath, let alone share this stage with me. You are all pathetic excuses for dancers and should all kill yourselves now. Get the hell outta my sight." Maylari turns again to face Sparky with a seriously demented and sinister smile about her feline face. "There you are dear I have judged them fairly and honestly, hail Delisha." Again the puma narrows her eyes at this supposed 'bartender' about her drink...or lack there of. All but four dancers have left the stage crying and hopefully off to commit mass suicide. One lycan, Two humans and a draconian. "Now dear, tell the bitches to dance for us." With that Maylari seems to calm down back to her typical self and steps off the stage settling her arse on a stool near the eel.

Sparky :: looked back from where he had moved tomthe bar holding his head from a wide range of migraines with one hand. "Dance." He said. When nobody did, he turned and sent and arc of electricity toward the stage, killing them all instantly. Sparky then handing the drink to maylari from the trembling upper nude young human former street urchin, he motions to a lite beer. "About damn time someone like you showed up, i cannot get turned on apparently so i make a pretty terrible judge on exotic dancers, starting to wonder if there was something more complex to mating rituals in my species."

Maylari takes the lite beer and chugs it like a Cenril university sorority house leader and demands single malt scotch the next time she is handed a drink here or she will burn the place to the damn ground with an undead psychotic wrath of delicious vengeance and hatred. "Scotch, single malt, two ice cubes, glass." The puma motions for the barkeep to get back to work as if she had her own electric powers of persuasion. "Sparky, my new eel friend, if you are looking for exotic dancers, the best place in all of Lithrydel is the Chapel of Pleasure in Larket. I can assure you that they will hold the attention of your patrons and please them very much. They have had years and years of practice in the arts of entertainment that is pleasing to the eye." Maylari sees the bartender getting worried that he does not have the right drink on hand for her royal heiressness. "I can send you at least half a dozen within the next forty eight hours or so." Fascinated with the dead bodies on stage, nude and lifeless shells of what used to be, Maylari again allows the stage her seductive presence and begins to perform a dance of her own. The way she moves is unnatural and alluringly odd. The feline slowly mounts the pile of dancer corpses and starts to move her own body along them without ever breaking contact from Sparky. "I know little of your species hun, but when it comes to rituals and mating.....well I am most assuredly your girl." The enchanting criminal seductress rolls about and grinds atop the freshly electrocuted pile of dead hooker meat with delight and joy in her eyes, still locked on the eel's own. "I love the way they smell, I wanna take one home with me......mmmm the small human one perhaps. Lightest to drag back to the West end I spose. Oh and could I purrrhaps borrow some of that slime mucus crap that covers your body? That might help out later for my plans with this one." Maylari grabs the hair of the smallest human hooker corpse and lifts the head as she licks the cheek before dropping it back down. "I am getting thirsty Sparky, do they have my drink here or do I have to brew it myself next time?"

Sparky "feel free to take them, oh, and yes a shipment would be good, if you want mucus though, you'll have to follow me downstairs, as for your drink, we brought that to you, just a second ago, *motions to table*" a bottle of something else also sits on the table so small it looks like a shot glass, its label read trodicka "black" "the smaller glass contains something you may like or not, imported from outside hollow, and nicknamed black liver, because of what it does because of it potency, a single gram can induce drunken stupor in a thousand dragons." He motions for her to follow him downstairs to a flourescent green pool filled with mucus, the pool is large nearly the size of olympic pool, and very deep. "This is where i get recoated, take what you wish, it always fills back up."

Maylari squeals and laughs with provocative pumatic pride when she hears she may keep the corpse and slaps it firmly on the backside as she leaps off following Sparky below. "One thousand drunken stupor dragons, and you wanna feed that stuff to me? What the hell hun......I'm down to drink it." *nods and continues following* "This pool is fantastic, can I bathe in it?" May fills up a flash of the green gunk and places it wherever the hell she pulled it from to begin with. "Oh dear, I seem to have left my scotch next to that bottle of dragon black roofie concoction. What makes this stuff glow like that anyhow." Maylari sticks an exposed toe into the pool. "And is it edible, I mean, not that I want to eat it for breakfast or anything, but if it happens to say, get all over my tongue somehow?"

Sparky nodded "yes you can bathe in it, yes it is edible, and yes it is delicious, but flavorless until on me or something else. The glow comes from cells of mine that are magically attuned to producing hyper amount of this stuff. Of course there is a no clothing rule.

Maylari smiles as she drops her garments to the floor and slowly strides her way into the pool with eloquent and sensuous movement. "A rule that I live by my electrical companion." The puma grins at Sparky and gestures for him to enter the pool with her with a seductive finger motion. "Well now hun, why don't we get covered in glowing green and find out what we each taste like. I think I need magically attuned."

Sparky pulled of his black jump suit. "What the hell," and dived in.