' Wrote:She crossed her arms and made a sour face. "Well If you remember correctly it wasn't my fault the stupid comms switch was broke!" She said remembering her disastrous encounter with the "Gallic Siblings".
"And it doesn't have to be heavily armed, I'm just going to use for some...personal interests." Quickly snatching the datapad, she stuffed it into her cleavage, making sure it was nice and snug in her breasts. "And I was really hoping you would help me out too..." Her lips curved into a smirk as she scooted forward onto his lap. "But since you aren't, I think compensation is need!" She said as she licked his chin, as her arms traced down his...and wrapped around his wrists, pinning them down.
"So...if you want don't want to help...the least you could do was get this data pad out." She giggled as she rubbed her breasts against his chest. "With out using your hands..." She said smirking as she slowly grinned against him, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rubbed her body against him.
"Well A'ne, it seems you have me in something of a compromising position," says Le Pimpernel as he smiles up at A'ne.
There is a click from Le Pimpernel's wrist and a hyperdermic needle emerges from under the cuff of his jacket and he thrusts it up, pricking A'ne's wrist.
As she withdraws her hand from the sting, Le Pimpernel snatches the datapad out of her cleavage with his free hand.
He laughs at A'ne's shock.
"Don't worry Cheri, the effects of that concoction are quite pleasant. I think it may help with your frustration."
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An'e looked at her wrist and scowled Le Pimpernel. Getting up, she half stumbeled half strutted to the bar. Leaning heavily upon it, she signaled the bar tender, "I need a flush." A flush was the term used to describe a hypodermic needle that flushed a person's system from any foreign contaminants. Quite useful in a place where drugs and overdoes are common. The bartender handed her the needle, which An'e snatched, stabbing it into her thigh. A wince of pain flashed across her face before she pulled the needle off. Taking deep breaths, she began to make her way to her room, to sleep off the rest of whatever drug that pig had injected her. She would take her revenge after her nap.
Le Pimpernel chuckles to himself as he watches A'ne stumble out of the bar.
"Have a nice nap A'ne!" he shouts, "if you'd just let it take effect perhaps you would have enjoyed it, non?"
His laughter subsides as he pushes the needle back into the dispenser concealed up his sleeve and takes a sip of his wine before sitting back and putting his feet up on the table.
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Sitting away from the rest of the patrons, Marcus quietly sips a glass of wine, a small grin onhis face as he views those before him, like a King viewing his kingdom.
Looking back to the data bad he has with him he quickly begins reviewing profits, losses, and occupations fee's such a bribes to the GRP, and smiles softly as he see's a marked increase in profits over just the last few days. Chuckling he thinks about the number of GRN patrols they have managed to pass through without hinderance.
Sitting back he settles down to enjoy his wine and watchs the girls on stage put on a good show for all.
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Le Pimpernel rises from his seat and picks his way across the Bordel to where Marcus is sitting. Nodding to him, he sits down next to him and puts his feet up on the table again.
"You know mon ami, if I didn't think she'd enjoy it so much, I'd say we need to get a leash for A'ne."
He swigs the last of his wine and catches the attention of a serving girl for another.
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he chuckles softly, his eyes remaining on the stage girls while saying quietly "Pimpernal, you are a good man, and a fine friend, but you have so very much to learn about women and thier like and dislikes oui?" Looking round at him he grins "And we can only hope she doesn't try to replayyou for your rather ingenius....plan"
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"Well if she hadn't flushed her system she probably wouldn't have remembered it anyway," says Le Pimpernel.
The serving girl arrives with his new glass of wine.
"Although those flushes are never one hundred percent effective. Hopefully she'll still feel some of the more pleasant effects and thank me rather than poison me later on."
He takes his first sip and moves his attention to the stage.
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