wait a minute little back porch lady

[gwynn]

Who: Megan and yooouuuuu
What: Still spiraling into a pit of self-destructiveness, but with less horrible traumatized feels, Megan could use some distractions.
Where: Specifically mentioned are Griss Twist and Howl Barrow, but anywhere is fine.
When: Ruudary 27-29th
Notes: If you need a specific prompt and don't have ideas PUNCH ME OVER PM we can plot things...
Warnings: Drinking, drug use, will add as needed.

Megan's drinking a lot more than she usually does, but from the outside, to people who don't know, it looks like she's just partying harder than normal. Then again, who's to say that's normal -- she hasn't actually been here that long, maybe she was just settling in before now. Who knows. People do notice that she seems a little off-balance, but Megan has always struck most people as being one of those girls -- high drama. When she's up, she's up, and when she's down...

She goes back to work, though, finally, and gets reamed out for not calling out when she was "sick," but she's not fired, it's not that huge a deal -- they found someone to take her slots for her stage shows and her absence on the floor was noted, but her regulars are happy to see her back. It's much easier to plaster her smile on at work, and to be fair, she really does have a good time, usually. She likes her coworkers and she's acquired a number of regulars who are actually really nice to her, even if a few of them are obnoxiously fetishy about her. Well, that can't be avoided. Megan's stage shows -- intricate, flying pole dance, burlesque routines ending in dusting her audience -- are interspersed with periods of her out on the floor, hustling for private dances, just like Camelot back home -- but better, because people here have money. The Vault is not actually a strip club, which works to her advantage because she can make her private shows whatever she wants them to be; there aren't really a lot of rules.

When she's not at work, she's at clubs or bars -- the former more often because she likes to dance, but sometimes she goes to bars to get drunk and flirt with boys in a less noisy atmosphere. She especially likes anywhere that offers karaoke -- she doesn't like to sing but she does like to goad boys into doing so, plying them with beers and vague promises or else facetiously threatening bodily harm, and then laughing as they stumble through the lyrics of unfamiliar songs, embarrassed, but that's the real point of karaoke -- getting drunk and making a fool of yourself. If everyone's laughing at everyone else, she doesn't have to feel like they're laughing at her.

Although she stays close to home -- in Howl Barrow she can be found at local stores, cafes sometimes, always standing out with her wings and hair -- she does venture out to the rest of the city. She does not feel safe here, but she didn't feel safe in New York, either, and it's still true that she doesn't risk being assaulted every time she goes anywhere in Baedal. Just if she gets on the wrong side of the police, which she is, despite her lifestyle, doing her damnedest not to.

She has never felt so alone amongst so many other people.

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[gwynn]

Megan startles and narrowly avoids spilling what's left of her drink all over herself -- which, to be fair, she totally had that coming after the ten million times she's teleported behind people for the express purpose of scaring them. She breezes right past any awkwardness there, though, and laughs -- "Thank you! You work at the Vault?" She doesn't recognise her, but Megan doesn't recognise a lot of people there, especially the ones who work the floor but not the stages; there are likely dozens of employees she hasn't even seen before. The other woman's accent piques her interest -- there are a lot of Americans in their Cohort, it's nice to hear another Brit. (Megan's voice, lower and huskier than one would expect given the way she looks, has a distinct Welsh tinge.)

Glancing back at her drink, she laughs again, a little tipsy herself, and shrugs. "Well, the day I turn down free booze is the day we see little flying piggies, so!" She started with cocktails and has ended up with whiskey on the rocks, which she's sipping instead of slamming or else she'd be way drunker right now. After taking care of that, she holds out one of her hands with the absurdly long nails. "I'm Megan."

/is a gud rper

[thedominatrix]

"Irene," Irene says, because she doesn't like aliases and she's judged, by now, that there's no point. She's Irene Adler: she can deal with the trouble being Irene Adler might (and in fact almost inevitably does) bring. She shakes Megan's hand- her own nails are as red as her lipstick.

"The Woman while working. I'm new at the Vault." New and working a side stage- as fetish stage shows go, hers is a pretty good one, though she considers it little more than an advertisement for her private work. "Whiskey, is it, dear?"

shhhh /clutches face

[gwynn]

"Uh huh. I go hard or go home." Shut up, Megan, that was totally a chocolatini you were having earlier. Though to be strictly fair, it's not like she considers a -tini anything to actually count as alcoholic. "That'd be why I've not seen you, then! I don't think I've even met half the people there, it's so huge." She half-turns towards her and the empty stool next to her, a clear invitation that Irene is welcome to sit if she'd like.

[thedominatrix]

"A woman after my own heart." Irene pours herself onto the barstool, crossing her legs neatly and taking a sip- a large sip- of her drink before she orders for Megan. She's definitely fuzzy around the edges; it's been a while since she's gone out to get drunk, and she doesn't much like being intoxicated alone.

"It is enormous, isn't it? And marvellous. I've never worked in a club before- prefer things one on one, and I like to stay self-employed- but it is fun."

[gwynn]

She should start slowing down since she's going from tipsy to plastered pretty fast, but she has no intention of actually doing so because Megan is made of sugar and spice and bad ideas. "Really, never? What did you do before? I haven't ever really worked at any place like the Vault before, they don't really, like... exist where I'm from, you know? Like, maybe they exist, I just never went into any of them 'cause I only tricked people into thinking I'm classy anything here 'cause they don't know any better."

[thedominatrix]

"Keep it up, you're doing fine," Irene advises wryly. "I did the same thing- pro-domme- but I was my own boss." And she has plans to leave the Vault in a while, once she's properly set up, just for the sake of having more control over how she works- she's not immensely fond of hustling on the floor and having to work out her clients' limits and likes too quickly. Still, she'll probably always frequent it. It's her kind of place.