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Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Jun 10 2017, 01:44 AM
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It seemed like there were two extremes at the Fox's Fancy; either they were packed to the walls busy and the night flew by, or using the term 'steady' would be generous at best and time dragged so slow Christian swore it ground to a stop. Tonight was one of the latter; it was barely ten o'clock and the seats around the bar and stage were dotted with only a handful of patrons. The bass from the song pumping through the club's speakers wasn't quite loud enough to drown out the sound of heavy rainfall outside, which was probably half the reason they were so slow tonight, and if the bored expression on the face of the girl currently swirling around the pole on stage was any indication, Christian was pretty sure she was making the same sad-sack amount in tips as he was.

Eh, at least he only had... ugh, five more hours of his shift to slog through. It was the kind of night where you actively wanted something to go down, something, anything, a bar fight would really spice things up right about now, at least he could watch the bouncers throw down, that was always exciting... Christian's wandering mind was brought back down to Earth when one of the cocktail waitresses came over and asked for a drink for one of the customers near the stage, and he obliged, robotically pouring vodka and grapefruit juice into a Collins glass, shoving a lemon wedge on the rim and wondering what old fart ordered a Greyhound at a strip joint.

"Thanks," the waitress said as she scooped up the drink, then smirked and added, "Your boyfriend's here, by the way." Christian quirked a brow, and the waitress nodded towards the club entrance, and his gaze followed suit, eventually landing on the by-now familiar sight of the Calpulli's right hand man.

"Oh, fantastic. As if I didn't want to bash my head against the bar already..." Christian sighed, and the waitress let out an amused snort, giving his arm a gentle smack before heading back out onto the floor. Eh, maybe Connor was here for a lap dance or something and he wouldn't even hit up the bar... Yeah, like Christian's luck was ever that good.

[OOC: I figured we can wing it for a bit, unless you want to nail down a concrete reason they're gonna chat, just lemme know!]
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Connor Hart
 Posted on: Jun 12 2017, 04:04 PM
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Any time he had to show up to Fox's Fancy, Connor couldn't say that it'd be the worst place in the city to dip into, be it for five minutes or five hours. At least there were distractions between the women on stage and the bar, unless he showed up when they were doing a 'men only' night as far as entertainment went that he'd be more than happy to never see. Obviously tonight, he'd made sure that wasn't the case, despite likely only being in the place for a handful of minutes. Car parked out down the street, the witch made his way inside, dressed sharply which was of a fifty-fifty chance, depending whether or not he was 'on duty' to be handling Calpulli business compared to the handful of times when he'd came along in just a typical shirt and jeans. Tonight, it was definitely a nice button down shirt, slacks and a jacket that resonated he was here on Calpulli business, more or less.

Once inside, the man steadily made his way along to take in the area, always one for noting any possible enemies, allies, exits and anything else worth keeping filed away in his head. Considering who he knew was on shift tonight at the bar, it was no real surprise as the man started to come over the moment his eyes fell on Acosta. Glancing off to the main stage as one of the women was being announced and making her way along to the pole, Connor stood there a moment longer then started to make his way over to the bar. He didn't bother taking a seat, though instead settled in between two vacant ones, leaning an arm in on the counter top, and patiently waited to flag Christian with a pair of fingers in a half wave to get his attention. He knew he wouldn't be kept waiting for too long and took another survey of the place.

Once he had, Connor looked him up and down for a moment, as if getting a read on him both in body and in mind, as he was never one to take permission for either one, even when it came to the powers of telepathy. With nothing standing out that might have raised any flags, the witch settled a bit more at ease along the bar and jerked his chin to the bartender slightly. "Scotch, neat."

As the other witch moved about to make his order, Connor watched him with a dark, observant gaze at first and as soon as the glass was placed on the counter, taken into palm, he seemed at ease. "Seen a man come through here earlier tonight? About five-ten, hundred and fifty pounds give or take, light brown hair, brown eyes, tattoo of a bird on his arm?"

The witch took a drink, keeping his eyes directly set on the other man, demeanor entirely cool and collected, though that could all undeniably change depending on the answer that Christian here gave him.
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Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Jun 14 2017, 11:25 PM
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Seemed Connor wasn't just looking for a good time; the man was a familiar face around the Fox, and Christian had learned pretty quickly that the more buttoned up the Calpulli was, the more likely he was to get straight to business. Now, what that 'business' might be remained to be seen, and even if the other witch didn't hit up the bar on this particular visit, Christian knew he'd be asking around about what went down. What could he say? He was nosy. Came with the whole informant shtick.

The bored-looking dancer left the stage and the MC started to announce the next performer, which meant it was a good time to grab a refill, and sure enough a few of the customers who had been holed up near the stage made their way towards the bar. Somewhere between mixing up two gin and tonics and a Manhattan, Connor had saddled up to the counter, and Christian offered him a nod before grabbing a glass and a bottle of Johnnie Walker. Whatever files of his mind Connor's psychic fingers were flitting through weren't noticed by Christian, the only hint anyone was prodding around where they weren't meant to be was a strange feeling akin to someone standing a touch too close and looking over his shoulder.

In any event, Christian shrugged the sensation off, setting the glass of scotch down in front of the stern-faced mobster and idly noting-- not for the first time-- that the man filled out a suit quite nicely, a damn shame he came coupled with such a charmingpersonality. Case in point? Everything that came out of his mouth a half-second later. Christian made a 'tsk' sound and thumped his knuckles against he counter before replying, "Always with the questions, aren't you? Never a 'hello Christian', or a 'some weather we're having', or an 'insert other civil nicety here'." Was he buying time so he could figure out whether or not to answer the question truthfully? Maybe. Was he actively trying to annoy Connor? Absolutely.
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Connor Hart
 Posted on: Jun 16 2017, 04:13 PM
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Setting the half empty glass back down to simply rest it atop the counter, Connor's gaze hardened slightly as the bartender had that smug air about him that came right before his mouth opened and something utterly stupid came vomiting out. "Do I look like I'm here to have civil niceties with a two-bit bartender?" the witch tossed at him carelessly, eyes slightly narrowed and brows digging in. "As for the weather," he went on, finishing the rest of his scotch and suddenly having Christian yanked forward as if a fist had grabbed him by the front of his shirt to pull him part way down onto the counter, "it looks like a shitstorm's about to rain down over your head if you don't fucking tell me what I want."

Setting the glass aside, Connor casually leaned on the bar with an elbow next to the man. Naturally, the other customers at the bar had gotten wind of the scene and some had decided to relocate themselves elsewhere, if not away from the counter entirely, while a few had the daring gall to stand their ground and witness everything. The telekinetic didn't even pay them two cents worth of any attention while waiting patiently for the other witch to quickly get with the broadcast and not fuck around with more of Connor's night than he cared for. Of course, he expected little consequence from the small bout of violence he could pull out from his pocket, considering most people in the place was well aware of who he was and what he was here for. Anyone else... Well, they'd just have the expected surprise of seeing just what the man could do with his talents in moving things with his mind. And he could get real creative these days.

Licking at his lips as he watched the bartender, Connor idly toyed with tipping the empty glass against his fingers back and forth. "You've got about fifteen seconds." And that was being generous on his part. Likely because Christian had never really rubbed him quite so raw as to constantly want to throw him out of a window but, tonight, it was clear that the right hand was likely in a bit of a hurry. "Have you seen him or not?"

His count was up to six now. Nine seconds left, guy.
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Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Jun 23 2017, 06:37 PM
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"I see I've moved up in the world..." Two-bit was better than one-bit, right? Was one-bit a thing? Christian chose to believe it was. Christian also felt the mystical energy in the air around him suddenly shift and seeing as he wasn't trying to conjure up a spell, it meant someone else was, and sure enough, he felt his body move against his will, suddenly dragging itself downward like someone had grabbed his collar and given it a rough pull. He caught himself against the side of the bar, hands bracing against the ledge as he let out an agitated huff of air, and he narrowed his eyes at Connor. Charming personality, indeed.

What was with people rough housing him at the bar lately? Okay, to be fair 'lately' wasn't rally the best qualifier, this was always a pretty common thing when he was on the clock. Or off the clock. Or out in public. Or at home. Good lord, he really needed to re-evaluate his life choices... Most of the patrons who had been at the bar scooped up their glasses and walked off, a few sticking around to watch the potential show, probably the same sort of people who slowed down to survey a car crash when they drove past. Sorry folks, Christian wasn't in the mood to let this go on any longer than it needed to, so when Connor started slinging threats, Christian decided to just give the Calpulli what he wanted.

"Fine," Christian snapped, tone indignant even as he prattled on. "He came in about an hour ago. Sat right there--" A pause to nod towards an empty bar stool near the end of the counter. "--ordered a rum and Coke, stayed about twenty minutes, didn't tip for shit, and left." Which was all true, although one or two pertinent details may or may not have been excluded. "Satisfied?" Christian asked, though he had a feeling Connor most likely wasn't.
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Connor Hart
 Posted on: Jun 26 2017, 03:27 PM
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He'd stopped counting as soon as the bartender seemed to give in to his demands. Simple and straight forward with his answer, Connor didn't have any reason to wager that the guy was lying. Yet. That didn't mean he didn't suspect him of being vague though and keeping the answer short. So when Christian asked if he was satisfied, the other witch's easy response was, "Not just yet. He leave a name or number? Any kind of message to you or someone near him?"

The latter of which any decent enough bartender who had half a brain could pay attention to unless entirely busy with a customer to make their drink or shamelessly flirting with them. Still, Connor didn't think that the Yorks had really hired this guy just for his 'good looks.' It was only a moment later that the telekinetic would let go of the man, allowing him to stand back up once he realized there was no longer a forceful hold on his person to keep him in place against the counter. No point in squishing him like a grape over something like this after all, despite Connor's patient level and ever growing anger given his circumstance.

"How long did he stay for?" was his next question as he did a quick, idle survey of the place again, obviously keeping a well weathered eye out in case said mystery man was still here within the club and trying to make his stealthy escape or not. When Connor didn't see a single resemblance of him among the people on the first floor, he glanced up to the second, where the railings were set and most people tended to dine when not being carted off to the VIP rooms. Finally, he turned his solid attention back to Christian with a knowing, dark look that read if he was being lied to or fucked over in any way or by any amount, there'd definitely be hell to pay.
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Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Jun 30 2017, 12:25 AM
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'Not just yet'. No big surprise there. Christian rolled his eyes, knowing full well he was going to answer Connor's question because, contrary to popular belief, he wasn't a complete moron, but like hell he wasn't going to be a brat about it. "Yes, fine, okay-- he didn't tip but he left this." What 'this' was remained to be seen, because at the moment Christian was metaphorically tied up, but he nodded towards something behind the bar.

Once Connor let his magical hold on him go, Christian took a moment to smooth down the front of his shirt, still looking a little huffy about the whole thing, but a second later he walked over towards the register behind the bar and dug around for a moment before fishing out a folded piece of paper. Christian offered the note to Connor and said, "It's a time and an address. No idea what for. He asked me to pass it on to a guy who orders an Alabama Coldcock." Which wasn't actually a drink, of course, but made for a decent enough code phrase.

Why was Christian sharing this information so willingly? Two reasons. One, it wasn't like Connor couldn't check the security camera feed later and see the man pass a note over to him, which would only serve to land his ass in some deep trouble. And two, the man with the tattoo wasn't one of Christian's regular contacts, and no established loyalty meant the bartender was free to look out for number one.

"Twenty minutes. Half-hour tops." Connor gave him a death stare and Christian just shrugged; not much else to say, really. Right? Pease be right.
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Connor Hart
 Posted on: Jul 3 2017, 02:45 PM
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Waiting about as patiently as one could when it came to shit like this, Connor stood there and watched as the bartender moved to retrieve the item, appearing as cool and casual as ever. Inwardly though, he was ready to lift Christian up to the ceiling and slam him back down to the ground again if this twat decided to pull out something like a gun or anything else that would be deemed as a threat. Luckily for them both, the other witch was smart and simply passed over the note that had been left, to which Connor set his hand over and drew towards himself along the counter until it could be lifted up to read. Time and address but for what? Obviously he knew that the guy wouldn't have told the likes of Christian here. A hard-edged glance was given to him when he mentioned the dumb as shit code.

Seemed the guy didn't stick around for long, which was likely wise on his part. Pocketing the piece of paper, Connor glanced around at the club once more, this time less in looking for any familiar faces and more of just making a sweep to ensure no one had been left behind as to be the observer in case the guy knew he was being tailed so to speak. Turning his attention back over to Christian, the witch tipped his head forward, gaze shifting into an even darker appearance. "When this guy shows for the information, I want you to lead him out back- not to the side alley where everyone has their fucking smoke breaks and shit." He was talking about the back back part of the building that was basically off limits to anyone who wasn't an employee, where their exit was set in order for dancers and the like to safely leave the building and get to their cars in the private lot. "Is that clear?" It better be crystal. "Anyone who comes around asking about me in particular, you let me know."

With the last of his orders issued, Connor finished off his drink and slid the glass back Christian's way while heading off to weave his way about past people and eventually out the side door. He'd leave the bartender to it and make his way around back discreetly, where he'd wait with a smoke and leaned up against the wall, kept somewhat out of sight and more in the shadows while he waited for this night to eventually get underway. The sooner this guy showed, the sooner he could get to the heart of the matter and be done with all this shit. And if he didn't show? Then that bartender better damn well give him a heads up rather than leaving him all night with idle hands.

As luck would have it, it was nearly two hours later when a guy with a thick beard and the features of his face set in a hardened cut, wearing a decent enough shirt, pants and pair of shoes came in to casually take in the place then have his seat at the bar. He kept to himself while he waited for Christian to finish up with with another customer then made that key phrased order- Alabama Coldcock.
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Christian Acosta
 Posted on: Jul 4 2017, 11:33 PM
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If the time and address on the note meant anything to Connor, his face didn't show it, and thus Christian didn't pry. Not like the Calpulli would have likely told him shit any way, but still. That hardened stare wasn't missed on Christian, and he quirked a brow, a silent 'hey, I didn't pick the damn code', before turning to dole out a refill for one of the patrons who hadn't seen fit to vacate the bar when Connor arrived.

And then it was back to business, of which Christian wanted absolutely no part of, but he knew damn well he wasn't going to have a say in that matter. Not when Connor was going all Godfather on him. Christian sighed-- seemed to be a recurring problem tonight-- and raised a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose. "Yes, yeah, it's clear." God he was absolutely, one-hundred percent done with Connor's tough guy bullshit, but knew better than to say no. Because when you said 'no' you got your knee caps busted in with a baseball bat or whatever the hell else those mob idiots were into-- shit, well, sorry Alabama Coldcock guy, better you than Christian.

"Sure thing, chief." Off Connor went, and Christian inwardly fumed for a good long while, thoughts all jumbled over the injustice of being bossed around by a jerkoff in a suit and hating on himself for letting it happen. But all the piss and vinegar soon subsided and he got back to work, business as usual until a bearded man took a seat at the end of the bar, nothing out of the ordinary until Christian took his order and then bam, there it was, the code phrase, and the witch felt his stomach drop slightly.

Poor bastard. Christian didn't know what Connor had in store for him but he knew it couldn't be good. "Sorry, all out," he said, then leaned a touch closer to the man before adding, "But I do have this." He handed the man over a note, not the one Connor had taken, of course, but one he himself had written himself in the interim, though in lieu of a time and an address, this one simply read 'change of plans, meet me behind the club, bartender knows where'. Christian waited nervously while the man read the note over, though his poker face was solid, then asked, "...Well?"

The man seemed to debate for a moment, then nodded, and Christian made sure the customers still at the bar were good to go before gesturing for Alabama to follow him. He led him through the back of the house, towards the exit to the alleyway, offering half-assed answers to any questions the man asked as they walked along, and when he got to the back door, Christian opened it and held the door for the man. "Your 'friend' should be right out there," he offered, keeping his voice even, and hoping he'd be off the hook. He did his part of the plan, right?
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Connor Hart
 Posted on: Jul 5 2017, 04:51 PM
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He'd made most of the time pass via his phone, checking and replying back to emails, texts, and so forth and in between the lull periods of those, would actually play one of the few games he had on the device- solitaire, zombie racers, or alien shooter. It was enough to keep him preoccupied while still occasionally looking up to glance around for anyone out of the ordinary that should or shouldn't be coming through this way. In between all that, he smoked himself a cigarette and was on his second one when he heard the door open with Christian's voice coming through. Show time.

Stashing his phone away, Connor took the cancer stick between his fingers with a long drag inhaling, causing the end of the stick to blaze with an ominous orange glow in the darkness from his corner of the lot. Pulling the cigarette away, it was dropped to the ground and quickly grounded out with the heel of his shoe while he observed Alabama coming out to the lot and looking out for the obvious contact Christian had mocked up for him. Barely had the guy stepped out from the door and planted himself firmly on the pavement had Connor exhaled the thick waft of smoke from his mouth to the side while his eyes narrowed and Alabama was suddenly finding himself lifted straight up into the air, arms locked in at his sides and legs taut together, like some invisible boa constrictor had hold of him. At the exact same time, the door to the back had slammed itself shut with Christian being 'pulled' outside just before then. If tested, the door wouldn't open whatsoever- held fast in place by some opposing force.

Slowly, Connor stepped out from the darkness of the corner of the lot, casually making his way over to address the floating man who was struggling to breathe. "Mr. Carpenter I presume." In so far as he knew the guy. "I'm fairly sure the last time we talked, I told you if I either saw your ugly fucking face in front of me or was told about anything whatsoever pertaining to you selling fucking smack again that I was going to peel you from the inside out."

There was a garbled noise from the man, as he clearly couldn't make actual words given the strain on his throat from the force that was squeezing and holding him up in place.

Connor, the dick that he was, stepped forward a couple of more paces and turned slightly, setting a hand behind his ear as to funnel it more for listening intently. "Eh? What was that?"

"P-.. pl.. ease.."

Straightening himself, hand back to his side and dark gaze dull and solemn to the man's single word of begging, Connor just shook his head. "We're past begging, Coldcock."

And regardless of Christian being out here to witness, the Calpulli right hand would slowly and steadily start to squeeze in on Alabama's body, enough to where the sounds of bones snapping and crunching could be heard while the man let out a grievous wheeze and attempted to struggle as much and best he could, though it was to no avail given just how tight the witch's telekinesis was on him. At this rate, he'd be dead in the matter of a few minutes, though that all depended on just how alive or dead Connor really wanted to keep him. More likely than not, he was only intending on issuing a warning...

Maybe.
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 Posted on: Jul 9 2017, 09:24 PM
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Alabama stepped outside and Christian started to close the door behind the poor schmuck, not wanting to think about what horrors Connor likely had in mind for him, but before he could complete the motion he felt a pull-- the same sort that had yanked his neck down back at the bar-- and he barely got to register a mental'oh shit' before he found himself outside and the door shut behind him. The thing was, the door was an exit-only; there was no turning around and heading back inside even if he wanted to.

Connor, you dick.

Mr. Carpenter, I presume? Seriously with that? Christian rolled his eyes, wondering why he was even remotely surprised a douchebag like Connor would use such a lame-ass line. But past that? The Calpulli's tone was nothing if not dangerous, and Christian couldn't help but feel an increasingly heavy wave of unease wash over him with each passing second. From what he could gather, Alabama here was a drug dealer, and it didn't seem like Connor was too happy about that fact, and Christian assumed this was going to be a back alley beat down at best. Scare the guy straight, all that jazz...

...but then Alabama rose off the ground and the sickly sound of bones snapping filled the air and Christian watched the man's body contort and spasm and holy shit, this wasn't just a beat down, this was going to end with a dead body on the pavement, and Christian was not okay with that. What the hell was this? Did Connor seriously lock him out here just to watch this? Why? This felt wrong, regardless of the circumstances, and Christian called out, tone a mix of disgust and anger. "Jesus Christ Connor, knock it off!"
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Deep down, he wanted to do more, to literally tear this guy apart limb from limb, but there was always a reputation and a face to put to the Calpulli. Zala wouldn't have her members, even her right hand man, out to simply do what they would to those they intended on striking down, even if it was cocksucking pieces of shit like Carpenter who was peddling dope and smack and gods knew what else out on these streets. There was a personal cord struck to the witch from all this though, which stood as to a heavy caution when he'd been ordered to track this man down. Don't lose his head, not over this and not just behind an establishment with a steady stream of witnesses, even if one key one had been purposely pulled out here to observe.

Even as Christian made his demand, Connor simply continued with his getting the point across. Another half a minute at least before the guy would be let go, dropping to the ground and obviously unable to move due to the number of broken bones in his body that had to be somewhere in the fifties, maybe even sixties. He'd be lucky if he wasn't paralyzed from the neck down, which technically a fate worse than death, though Connor had the instinctive desire to simply put him out of his misery where he lay, moaning and wailing in agony. Finally, he looked back the bartender's way, eyes dark and still with that murderous intent. A second later and a quite painful grip would come to Christian's throat, where it lifted him up off his feet and shoved him back against the door he'd been standing in front of all this time. Steadily, the other witch made his approach until he was near enough to the guy to use his normal volume of a typical conversation.

"You ever try to give an order to me again and I'll rip every tooth out from your head and every nail from your fingers and toes," the mafia member snarled lowly as he pulled out another cigarette from his pack to light. "You understand me?" Once the stick was lit, Connor took a deep inhale of it all and pulled it away from his mouth before lowering Christian back to the ground so he could set himself to his feet, though his throat had yet to be released. Instead, he made sure he was still standing nice and tall, eye to eye, so that he could exhale the cigarette smoke directly into his face, slow and steady, until the cloud practically clung around the guy's head. Only then did he let go.

"Call an EMT to scrape this piece of shit up," he commanded, flicking the ash off to the side while Carpenter still groaned in pain behind him. Gaze locking back onto the other witch, Connor stared him down dark and hard. "And you ever get another person coming in here with that code bullshit or asking what went down... you let me know."
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