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Who: Easy Raub (BIG BAD WOLF) and Edwina Dickering (THE TORTOISE)
What: Easy collects on the negotiated date from everyone's favorite pink terrapin.
When: Friday night, 9 PM.
Where: The Coyote Ugly Saloon, New York City
Rating: R for excessive innuendo
Easy had, of course, been late to pick up Edwina for their planned rendez-vous, something he certainly didn't seem too eager to apologize about. He'd also showed up on the back of a roaring harley, which he'd coax Edwina onto the back of with the promise of her money's worth in information. He was dressed, unsurprisingly, in a pair of rugged jeans, a t-shirt, and a weathered leather biker jacket. Once she'd been secured behind him, he seemed to make a point of taking many sharp, dangerous curves, just to make her squeeze her arms tighter around his midsection each time.
Finally, he pulled the bike to a stop in front of a rather dingy looking saloon, with bright neon letters declaring COYOTE UGLY over the entrance. Kickstanding the bike, he hopped off and proceeded inside without listening to any possible objections - Edwina's choices were to follow or be left outside with a duo of questionable looking bouncers.
Inside the term saloon turned out to be not just a clever trendy appropriation - the place had all the charm and noise of an oldschool cowboy watering hole. The music was loud, there were peanut shells on the floor, and the bar was tended by a team of beautiful, scantily-clad women who seemed to be on some sort of rotating schedule to dance on the bartop. Walking ahead of his companion, Easy greeted the occasional patron or staff member comfortably, having some quick words with the bartender before dropping himself into a chair at a table against the far wall, with a generous view of the long bar counter.
"So," he drawled with a wide, amused smile. "Whattaya think?"
What: Easy collects on the negotiated date from everyone's favorite pink terrapin.
When: Friday night, 9 PM.
Where: The Coyote Ugly Saloon, New York City
Rating: R for excessive innuendo
Easy had, of course, been late to pick up Edwina for their planned rendez-vous, something he certainly didn't seem too eager to apologize about. He'd also showed up on the back of a roaring harley, which he'd coax Edwina onto the back of with the promise of her money's worth in information. He was dressed, unsurprisingly, in a pair of rugged jeans, a t-shirt, and a weathered leather biker jacket. Once she'd been secured behind him, he seemed to make a point of taking many sharp, dangerous curves, just to make her squeeze her arms tighter around his midsection each time.
Finally, he pulled the bike to a stop in front of a rather dingy looking saloon, with bright neon letters declaring COYOTE UGLY over the entrance. Kickstanding the bike, he hopped off and proceeded inside without listening to any possible objections - Edwina's choices were to follow or be left outside with a duo of questionable looking bouncers.
Inside the term saloon turned out to be not just a clever trendy appropriation - the place had all the charm and noise of an oldschool cowboy watering hole. The music was loud, there were peanut shells on the floor, and the bar was tended by a team of beautiful, scantily-clad women who seemed to be on some sort of rotating schedule to dance on the bartop. Walking ahead of his companion, Easy greeted the occasional patron or staff member comfortably, having some quick words with the bartender before dropping himself into a chair at a table against the far wall, with a generous view of the long bar counter.
"So," he drawled with a wide, amused smile. "Whattaya think?"