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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

The Amnesia Strip Bar was always interesting. No matter what you were there for, you always ended up drunk, moneyless, or both. Either way, you generally didn't remember it the next day and the only remnants were an empty wallet and a hangover. Besides a mild hangover, Devon wasn't interested in much else besides tailing some guy Jimmy assigned to him and Freude. Ugh, Freude. That was a whole other problem.


Devon let his eyes linger on some of the girls dancing in front of him. Vaguely interested, but not enough to make a move or...whatever. He didn't really care, dating a stripper was not on his list-of-things-to-do. Though, on that list was the guy a couple yards away, who was avidly watching some blond floozy. Yuck. He seemed way too interested. Wasn't this dude married with kids or something? Whatever. Someone wanted him dead and that was Devon and Freude's job.


Letting his eyes fall back on the man, he took a drink of his beer and sighed. What a job. It never did get old though. Ever. Unless Freude was late in showing up. That got kinda old kinda fast. He was probably too busy screwing around with Caleb. Which still shocked Devon. Really? Caleb? Of all the people out there? Caleb was so sweet, and ... innocent. How'd Freude seduce him into a relationship - err, whatever he called it? Friends with benefits? Whatever. Taking another swig of his beer, he glanced back around the bar. Maybe that asshole was busy with some girl.

Man, whatever.




ooc; fitting title, yes? XDDDD fail post. <_<;;

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Amnesia, certainly somewhere Freude was never upset to be going. He and Jimmy went a lot, walking through the bar like the men in black. They own the place. Well, nearly. Jimmy liked to think he did - but his girlfriend had other ideas, and so did the baby that was on the way. But Freude didn't have to worry about any of that, not now anyway.

He was currently chatting to two of the girls that worked at Amnesia, both blonde with tits so big Freude was surprised they could stand up on those heels. But he didn't pass any comments, instead he kept the conversation light, smiling when one of the girls pressed herself against him. Expecting a reaction. But Freude just smiled politely and started asking her friend the questions he really wanted answered. How often did Edward Leys come to Amnesia? Was he a regular or just here on the odd occasion for fun. Both girls giggled at the mention of the mans name, he was clearly a big tipper. Freude's eyes narrowed slightly, that may complicate things.

If Edward Leys was in the public eye, easy to remember, it would be difficult getting rid of him without being caught. Freude scowled across the bar, his eyes landing on his 'partner' on the other side of the room. Freude refused to believe he needed a partner, but in this situation he was glad it was Devon and not Abraham. The pyromaniac couldn't sit still and for delicate operations like this, Freude hated to admit it, but Devon wasn't that bad.

He untangled himself from the girls and made his way over to the boy. Stopping only for a second when he felt a tug on his hand. Clearly that blonde didn't want to let him out of her sight. He smiled and winked at her, pulling her under his arm. He was a little rough and she squealed a little in protest, but she quickly settled down when his lips found her neck.

Sliding next to Devon he smirked at the boy, an eyebrow raised. Not seen anything you like? he chuckled, pulling the girl closer to him as she ran her long tallon nails up his chest. He nodded over to the man they were supposed to be watching out for, who seemed to be having far too much fun with a couple of brunettes. Regular, he said simply, trying to give away as few clues as possibly, without making it seem like the two were straining to talk to each other. They were there together, everyone had seen them walk in. But the fact Freude now had a doll on his arm didn't really help the matter.

What did he care? He wanted to have as much fun as the next guy, and what better place to do it?

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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Oh God. They couldn't go anywhere without Freude having a chick on his arm or a dude all over him. Eye roll. "Mmm, no." He replied with a shrug. Mostly true. Strip clubs never interested him. He didn't mind going, or hanging out, but it wasn't like he went out of his way to go to one. Looking back at some of the girls that were dancing around, Devon finished off his beer with one last swig. A regular? That makes life really, really hard...and really sucky.

Glancing to Freude for a moment, he got up out of his seat and went to the bar, ordering two ... nasty ... American beer, and smiling at the bartender. Since when had hot chicks been bartenders? Hmmm. "Thanks," Devon said, handing her money and taking the beers, making his way back over to Freude, handing him one. It seemed like a lot of people knew Edward here. The looks on some of the girls' faces told it all. Seemed many of them were crowding around him, too.

One of the brunettes left the gathering though, and made her way over towards Freude and Devon, sitting down to Devon's right. He had half a mind to shoo her off, but what kind of guy would he be if he did? Taking a drink of his beer, he smiled over at her, wondering why she had left Edward. If he tipped so well, why leave? Edward didn't seem like the brightest guy in the place, did he know they were tailing him? That was impossible...so Devon believed. Or wanted too, at least.

"Get bored?" Devon asked, nodding over towards the group of girls. The brunette giggled, shrugging in response. "You looked kinda lonely," She finally said. "And you came all the way over here to fix that, huh?" He replied, smiling at her for a moment before looking to Freude. "Whatcha say, Freude, want a good time?"

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Freude had to admit he hadn't been paying attention to anything Devon had been doing or saying. He half-heartedly took the beer and cracked it open. Thanks, he added after a moment, when the startled blonde reached over his lap. Is that a gun in your pocket? Or are you happy to see me? she teased. Freude groaned and rolled his eyes, pushing her hand away from his pockets. Of course it was a gun, Freude never went anywhere without it. But he didn't want the whole of Amnesia knowing that.

He looked over to Devon when he suggested having 'fun'. His eyebrow raised slightly as he took another swig of his beer. We're not here for them, he reminded Devon coolly. His eyes glanced over to Mister Leys who seemed to be collecting a briefcase from one of the girls. Why was it always a briefcase?

Freude muttered darkly to himself, gripping the blonde by the wrist and pulling her towards him. How much for her? he asked, pointing to the girl who had just handed over the briefcase. The blonde snorted at him and pulled her hand out of his grasp. She's way out of your price range... the blonde sneered and walked off to find another customer who was more interested in her than her co-workers.

Fuck Freude growled and grabbed Devon by the elbow leading him over to a dark corner. We need to get that case. I'm not leaving here without it, got that? Even if that mean you have to slut-up and give him a lap-dance.

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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

"Yeah, yeah." He retorted, looking at the girl sitting next to him, though he was more interested in the tool they were tailing. "Sorry babe, no can do." He said simply, watching her get up and walk off. Man, they really were only after the money. Watching Freude for a moment, he stood and shook his head slightly. Yeah, it was always a briefcase. Finishing off his beer, he set managed to set it down before Freude drug him off.

Seriously? "Fuck no, you dance for him." Devon said, narrowing his eyes. "We'll get the fucking case, even if there's some collateral damage." Shrugging, he glanced to one of the girls walking around. Pay one enough, get her to dance for Ed, get the case. There were plenty of ways to get it, even by drugging him. That'd be the easy way, and Devon had a feeling that wasn't gonna happen tonight.

"How do you wanna get it?"

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Shame...you'd look so pretty in a skirt. Freude said with a smirk, his hand reaching up to brush some of his hair out of his eyes. Times like this I really wish Dorian was on our side... he muttered to himself, straightening up and running both his hands down over his eyes. Think, think, think.

He bit down on his lip, turning back to see Edward and the three girls around him. There must be an easy way to do this...but Leys was sticking to the case like glue. Whatever was in it must be important. Freude's eyes narrowed. They could pay the girls off, sure, that wasn't a problem. But Freude didn't want anyone knowing of their plans.

He needed as few people involved as possible. I think dressing up might be your best option, he teased Devon, pulling at the boy's shirt. I mean, you are the more feminine out of the two of us...plus your ass is bigger and you moan a lot. Hey, you're practically a girl already!

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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

Devon made a face, shaking his head in a 'whatthefuck' way. "Oh, fuck you. I couldn't pass as a girl even if I wanted too." He grumbled, biting at a lipring, debating the options they had. "Yeah," He agreed. Dorian would be a lot of help. He was gorgeous, and would definitely do the job better than most of the chicks around here. Glaring at Freude, he took a small step back, stopping when he felt the wall against his back.

"Just pay off the blonde," He replied cooly, nodding towards the girl who was closest to Leys. "he seems awful interested in her." Which he did. Rightfully so, she was awful pretty. "Otherwise, we'll just have to wait 'til he leaves," He shrugged, because he was definitely not going to dress up when there were tons of naked chicks walking around already that would love to get some extra money.

After a moment, he chuckled. "Drug him."

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Freude clicked his tongue, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes followed the blonde to the bar, could they really pay her off? Jimmy didn't like spending money...on anything. And he was already giving the girl a salary. Freude blew out a sigh, almost distracted by a redhead that had come their way. His eyes went back to Leys, who seemed to be closing up shop. He was handing another girl some money and she gladly too his hand. This guy is such an asshole, Freude growled as the girl lead him away. Freude knew what that meant, the private rooms.

One on one attention. The last thing Freude wanted. And now we wait... he mumbled to himself. Unless...no, that would be a stupid idea. They shouldn't draw attention to themselves. But he would be in a room on his own...

Freude walked toward the bar, his eyes fixed on the two walking away. Almost forgetting that he had someone else to look after. He grabbed a girl by the arm and called to Devon to move it. He watched as Leys entered room four. Freude was about to open the door to room three but the girl had finally realized what was happening. Umm, I'm not trained for this. she said, blushing slightly. Freude turned on her, a smirk on his face. Oh I don't want a lap dance. I just need a room. He nodded to Devon who was close behind and the girl giggled. Obviously thinking Freude and Devon were up to something a little more explicit than they had planned. But it worked. She let them in to the room and even left them alone together. Freude walked up to the wall and placed his ear against it, listening to the music from next door.

Basically, we go through the changing rooms and out into Room four, point a gun at him, take the case, and get out. Sound reasonable? he asked, pointing to a small door at the back of the room, obviously where the girls came out in even less clothes than they came in.

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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

This guy was indeed a sleazy asshole. Though it seemed reasonable at times, Devon didn't find paying for sex or anything else really worth it. Reaching up to fix his shirt where Freude had pulled on it, he watched Freude walk away. He didn't really think anyone was watching them, but it would be kinda odd to see two dudes, sober, following each other around a strip club. Pulling his pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, he rummaged around his front pocket and finally grabbed his disposable bic lighter, sticking a cigarette in his mouth, he lit up and followed after Freude and the girl towards the rooms, he rolled his eyes.

Yeah, they were totally gonna fuck each other...Once they were in the room, Devon took a drag of his cigarette and sighed it out, glancing to Freude, his eyes lighting up. Whoo, guns! "Yeah," He said, looking to the door in the back of the room. "That's fine, but what about the chick that's with him? Won't she flip the fuck out?" Another drag, he chuckled. Really, Devon wanted to just shoot the guy and call it a day. The music was loud enough to muffle any kind of shot, but he didn't think Jimmy would appreciate that much.

"Cause I think the last thing we need is some broad screaming about guns 'n' shit."

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Freude thought for a moment, the kid was right, the girl would scream her head off. Anyone put in that situation would. Biting his bottom lip, he kept his ear pressed against the wall, listening to them on the other side. Nothing had started yet. That, in itself, was strange.

Eyes narrowing slightly Freude walked to the back of the room and turned the handle on the door to the 'backstage' area. It was unlocked, a bonus. Freude didn't want to have to call Jimmy for help - even though the bleached blonde owned the entire building. He had only asked Jimmy for help once in his life and the other was still reminding him of that moment ten years on. He didn't want to think of how long it would take to live this down if it went wrong. Okay, I'll grab the girl, you grab the case? he said, clicking open the back door and stepping into the slim dressing room reserved for the girls only.

None of them even batted an eyelid when Freude walked in, but Devon? That was a different ballgame. Freude had seen most of the girls in less than what they were wearing, he had been there the day Jimmy hired them all and most of them knew what he was up to. He paused as the backdoor of number four opened and the
girl walked out, Leys' briefcase tucked in her clean manicured fingertips. Freude raised an eyebrow as she walked towards him.

Thought I could get a pay raise she smirked, handing the case over to Devon with a sweet smile. Freude chuckled and shook his head, moving past the girl and opening the door to Room Four. It was empty. What have you done with him? he asked, turning back to the girl and to Devon.

Turning he looked through the room again and noticed the door at the other end slightly ajar. She had let him go. Taken the case and set him free. We need to get him, he explained to Devon, If you were in his shoes, where would you run?

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[DEVON R. COUTURE]

"You have fun with that," He muttered, following after Freude into the back room. It wasn't like he hadn't seen these girls naked before, he didn't really care. Narrowing his eyes as the girl walked out with the briefcase, that was definitely not a good sign. Giving the girl a half-assed smile, he took the briefcase, realizing their chase just got a whole lot harder. And annoying.

Rolling his blue eyes, he made a face as he stepped next to Freude. "I can't fuckin' believe it, who does that shit?" He grumbled under his breath, realizing these girls were probably all friends. Talk about a major fight that needed to be avoided. Thinking about Freude's question, he shrugged. "Depending on what she said," He started, glancing around the now empty room before looking back to the girl for a moment. "I'd leave the fuckin' country. But, I don't think he's that smart." Devon replied, looking down to the briefcase.

"What the fuck is in this thing anyway?" He asked. There was no way it was some huge amount of money, no one would just hand that over - it wasn't like Leys had a gun to his head and some masked freak demanding him to hand over the briefcase. "Did he drive here? We could just tail him,"

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