The Earth is on Fire {Cherry}

[HUNTER KNOX]

Hunter had always had a special place in his heart for night clubs. They were just so...homey. It was like they were tailor fitted to his needs. Where else was the crowd I.D'ed at the door to make there weren't any miscreant children running about? Where else were there so many fine women, who had been in curiously shrt supplyu back in the prison that was Neverland? Where else was there such a compassionate crowd who so desired to sample his wares and felt that they could toss money around like it was nothing? Yes. Stepping into a night club was like stepping into the office for him. All he had to do was find someone just tipsy enough to be susceptible to his persuasive techniques, and at the same time still sober enough to remember where they left their wallet.

At some points, watching the crazy gyrations happening on the dance floor, he felt like this was a job that sounded FAR easier than it actually was.

WOrking his way through the club, he thought how truly remarkable it was that all night clubs were ever so similar. Sure, there were minute differences, but really, at the heart, weren't they all just a large old room with a loud, fast beat and lights shining like their sole purpose was to induce epileptic attacks? No matter what town he was in, or what part of the world, there would always be night clubs where young people went to get wasted and forget about their mundane day lives for one special night. There would always be places where the youth of the world would want to test out their more animalistic instincts, to writhe against another human and test out the equipment Mother Nature had given them at birth.

That was where Hunter came in. He always came bearing the gifts of eternal bliss. Acid and ecstasy just had a way with the yout that alcohol couldn't lay a finger on. That shady guy slowly pulling people away from the massive crowd was universally accepted as the traveling dealer. This was the just one more stop in a very long line of clubs that had had the pleasure of hosting Hunter Knox. Now all he had to do was step back and find some potential customers.

{Note: I totally have no idea what clubs are like, and made the entirety of this post up based on preconceptions lodged firmly in my subconscious. Also, this gif is totally relevant: CLICK MEH)

[ursula]

Sahara was the usual hotbed of activity tonight. The music was pumping, the guys were frisky, and the girls were acting coy. And everyone was looking for a fix. Cherry, of course, was dancing. Her shift was nearly over, and she was itching for some blow. This, of course, required the dealer. She scoured the club, looking for him. The man in the shadows, sitting by himself at a table big enough for five. The man who people actively searched. The man with the power. Aha. There he was. She watched people come and go, and watched those same people's eyes narrow, their grinding become more aggressive, their pupils dialate. She chewed on her tongue until her watch read out 5 til, and then she climbed out of her gogo cage, collected her money for the evening, and clocked out, tugging a deep purple see through lace shirt over her head. She didn't really bother changing out of her black hotpants, because the more skin she showed, the less she might have to pay. He was a man after all. A small smile on her face, she stopped at the bar really quick for libations.

Drinks in hand, she sauntered over to his booth. He was smart. Here, the music was still loud, but you could hear someone else talk. You didn't need to shout about wanting a few hits of whatever. With a smile, she got into the booth, and set down a shot of patron in front of the both of them. "Hey there. I have some business that needs attending to. I take it you're the man I gotta talk to?" Her Jersey voice was slick, and she set her doe eyes on him, taking him in.

He was attractive. That was nice. Normally she didn't quite dig facial hair, but it worked on him. In this close of proximity, she could smell the ocean, and it reminded her of home. There was also something about him that was simply calling to her. It was as if she had once met him, or at least had heard of him. He was very familiar. And of course, judging by the absolute ass the man who left the table a half an hour ago was making of himself on the dance floor, he was absolutely the right man to talk to. She grinned.

"But, before we talk business, how bout pleasure?" She licked her hand and grabbed the salt shaker off the table, spilling some salt on her skin. Taking the lime off her shot into her salted hand, she licked her hand clean, kicked back the patron, and sucked the lime dry in a fluid motion. She tossed the used lime in her glass. "Name's Cherry." Of course, this was pretty ballsy. She knew that traveling dealers rarely gave out names. They didn't like to familiarize. But no way was she letting him get away from her without at least a name. Maybe a phone number. Maybe...a couple other things.

[HUNTER KNOX]

With the first few customers out of the way, Hunter felt like he was just starting to hit his stride. Here was the portion of the night where the business started to really pick up, as the loopy fiends he had set loose on the dance floor decided to tell their friends exactly who had gotten them the stuff that they swore changed their lives forever. Announcing his presence was always the hard part. Riding on the flow of customers that inevitably found their way to his booth? That was simple.

Take this fine young lass who had just stepped into his supposed office. With a body like that, Hunter was reminded of exactly what he had missed all that time on that blasted boat back in Neverland. Piracy had allowed him very little time for interacting with such fine, saucy wenches as this, but the new line of business that he was pursuing allowed him to see them on a daily basis. He truly believed that the beautiful young maiden with the clothes of a harlot was the finest that he had seen upon arriving in the city. Certainly the clothes helped improve her image, but it was obvious that there were certain natural assets she was all too ready to flaunt. In his business he had seen his fiar share of whores and other such women of the night, and had become all too acquainted with the fashions and make-up of the industry, but this was one of the rare few who actually looked quite nice wearing the costume of the trade.

He eyed her up and down as she showed off her moves. He didn't know what word to describe his reaction to her entire routine. It was....impressive, to say the least, but he wasn't gaga over the entire experience. He wasn't one of those horny teenagers that leaped at any chance they got. He had beena round the block enough times to know that he had to remain above it, at least for the time being. Screwing customers before he had seen any money usually went badly. He could have her, all of her once he had sold her some snuff or whatever it was she had mosied on over for. Until then, he had to keep it in his pants. For his own good.

He arched an eyebrow at her at the sound of her name. He was surprised she would actually give it to him, even more surprised if she expected to get one in return. "Nice to meet ya', Cherry, but if you don't mind, I'll keep whatever pleasure going on here restrained to our business dealings. If you want pleasure, I got it for you in ingestible, injectable and smokeable forms. All you gotta' do is pay up front, honey."

Downing the shot she had so thoughtfully brought him, he raised it graciously to her, waiting for her to place an offer.