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A big grin formed on his face as Blaine looked over to the bar. “Thanks, most appreciated, my good man,” he said with a nod before heading to take a seat on one of the cushy looking stools. The place was magnificent, and being so, probably had a drink in the bar that he’d never tasted before. “Give me something unique, please. And if there’s not a house specialty like that, I’ll take a white Russian, extra sweet.” With that ordered, he swung around to take in the scenery and people watch while waiting on not only his drink but his lovely date. Before long, there were many faces he had recognized. What a weird coincidence.

By the time she appeared by his side, Blaine was already sipping on his drink, contemplating questions for her about the place. Questions that were almost entirely forgotten as he looked over to her, a pleasantly surprised expression on his face. “The Hotel Continental, what a lovely place, what a lovely face,” he said softly to the tune of a song she would hopefully recognize. “No apologies needed, Miss Knight. I’m glad I came too… You look stunning. And please, call me Blaine.”

Now, what were those questions? “Quite a nice hotel you got here. Top quality. I had a feeling you had excellent tastes when you asked me out. Looking around now, seems that feeling was right on the money.” Not that it might have been a secret to anyone around them, but just in case, Blaine leaned close before speaking again. “What is this hotel for real…? I’ve never seen so many shady people in one place since the RNC and even the bellhops are armed to the teeth. You don’t have to tell me, of course. Just know, my curiosity is piqued.” A playful smirk was given.

The house special, Elysium Fields, was a mix of strawberry vodka, lemonade, chopped strawberries, and jasmine water; it might have looked pretty but it could knock the socks off of someone not used to drinking, and this was the drink given to the manager’s newest... interest. Cat smiled at him. “There's plenty of room at the Hotel Continental, any time of year." She'd yet to actually remove her hand from his arm, and her thumb stroked gently. "I'm hoping a pretty, pretty boy like you will be my friend."

It wasn’t often that Cat found herself charmed by a man. She faced encounters with men the same way she faced business- to the point. They both got what they wanted and she sent them on their way. Yet Mister DeBeers- Blaine -charmed her in a way she couldn’t figure out. A crimson brow arched slightly. “You are quite... observant. I like that in a man.” She also appreciated that he was being discreet.

She tilted her head toward him after taking a swig of her drink. “The Continental is a chain of hotels located all around the world that function as a neutral territory for members of the criminal underworld. Every person in this lobby, employee or guest, are either hitmen, murders, international smugglers, bounty hunters... you get the idea. The Continental is an.. oasis... for these types of people. The standard hotel rules apply but also the golden rule of The Continental: no business is to be conducted on the grounds. To break the rule is to become excommunicado; your membership will be revoked and you will be executed.”

She spoke so calmly about it all, as though she weren’t judge, jury, and executioner.

“As manager, this is my kingdom. However, I do answer (begrudgingly) to The High Table, a council of twelve crime lords that governs and oversees the underworld's most powerful criminal organizations.” She leaned back then, bringing her glass to her lips once more, watching his expression over the rim, before lowering it once more. “Now, I’m sure your asking yourself, why would she be telling me this freely? The answer is simple, Blaine. This isn’t just for pleasure, it’s also about business. I had one of my guys look into you and Mister Don E. Given how you conducted yourself when I murdered my cousin, I knew you were something special. A many of... many... talents.”

She downed the rest of her drink, set the glass aside, and leaned toward him once more. She reached up, a scarlet tipped finger tracing a line along his jaw.

“I’d like you to be mine.”

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Head tilted thoughtfully when she said she liked him. Of course she did – she had excellent taste if her recent shopping spree was any indication. As Blaine leaned forward to take a glance over the check, eyes widened. “…And I certainly like you as well, Miss Knight.” What a wonderful ally to have – deadly, beautiful, and richer than god. “I sincerely thank you.”

If the huge tip wasn’t a nice enough surprise, blue hues watched in both interest and curiosity as she decorated her business card not only with what he assumed was her personal number, but also a lipstick imprint. At that, the customer service expression had vanished, leaving behind a charming smile. “Tomorrow at six. See you then, beautiful.”

Once she was gone, Don E. appeared seemingly from out of nowhere. “Why do I clean up the mess and you get the date?”

“Think about what you just said for a hot minute and you’ll understand why. Don’t worry, I’ll see if she has any friends for you,” Blaine said sincerely, though Don rolled his eyes at him anyway.

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Ten until six the following day and Blaine found himself in front of a very peculiar building that he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed before. Not sure of how fancy to dress, he went with a classy yet casual approach with a white button up shirt, black silk gothic vest, and tie underneath his black leather jacket. Yes, he was a social chameleon for sure. As if he knew exactly where he was going, Blaine sauntered in to find this Dimitri guy she’d told him about. The front desk wasn’t hard to find and soon he was showing his… date pass? “Miss Knight is expecting me.”

The Continental Seattle was one of many upper echelon hotels that dotted cities across the globe. At the surface level, it looked like a normal hotel, albeit an expensive one. However, if one were to look closer at those who frequented the place, beyond their chic appearances, one would be able to see the killers; the hitmen, assassins, crime lords, and any other number of different folks who were part of the criminal underworld. With all that tension in one place, it was liable to cause an explosion of violence- which is where The Rule came into play: no business was to be conducted on Continental grounds. The one who upheld this rule was Catalina Knight, the manager. The lobby itself was a mix of old and new, the sheer scale of the interior being shown with its huge marble columns. To one side of the room was a blackened steel bar that stood in front of four gigantic back-lit antique mirrors. Green velvet couches, khaki leather sofas, and leather wingback chairs made up the lounging area near the bar; the nearby fireplace was alight, an inviting place overall with polished marble floors and carved stucco ceilings. It was easily a combination of aristocratic country manor and a private gentleman's club.

To get to Catalina, one had to first go through Dimitri who could almost always be found behind the front desk. Despite his amicable demeanor, Dimitri could kill a man in the most painful ways possible; he just preferred his day job better. He greeted the blond man, arching a dark brow at his words; he certainly looked like a Blaine. Despite what his boss told him to expect, Dimitri still took a look at the card that was passed to him, glancing up at the blond once more after taking in the personal cellphone number and the lipstick. He returned the card to its rightful owner.

“Yes, the manager informed me of your visit.” Rather than lift the hotel phone, he chose to pick up his cell, hitting speed dial and bringing it up to his ear. Like clockwork, Cat answered the phone after three rings. “Madam, your guest has arrived... very good, madam.” Once he hung up, Dimitri gestured to the nearby lobby bar. “The manager will be with you shortly and has invited you to have a drink, on the house.”

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Less than ten minutes later, Cat appeared. A different black dress, one that was still business elegant yet held a cool sex appear; her heels were a rich red much like her lipstick. A few patrons greeted her as she made her way to the bar and she returned their greetings politely before she reached Blaine’s side, sliding onto the stool beside him.

“My apologies; there’s no rest for the wicked. Welcome to the Hotel Continental.” She laid her hand on his forearm as the bartender set down a glass of her favorite bourbon in front of her. “I’m glad you came, Mister DeBeers.”

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#associate: mr tall blond & sexy

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Although Blaine had no intention of prying – no matter how curious he was – he knew she was no ordinary woman. Not with an aim like that, nope. And the hustler also knew it was best to keep himself in her good graces, not only for self preservation but the more allies, the better. “Yeah, just a tiny bit of paperwork, including the deposit. Right this way…” he said with a subtle waving over motion as he attempted to keep her attention on him so Don could do his thing – using zombie strength to easily lift up the body to carry it away.

As he sat down at his desk, a piece of sushi was popped into his mouth. Blaine was starving by now, having no idea that a shootout was going to take place earlier right in front of him, delaying his lunch. With swiftness, he filled out what she’d wanted and the papers were placed in front of her with Xs beside where she needed to sign along with the payment terminal so she could swipe her card. “Take a look over everything, make sure it’s correct, sign, pay, and that’s it. You’re all set.” As she did that, there was one last paper that he set to the side, pointing to it as he spoke, “This outlines what will be on the buffet by default, but if you want any changes, let me know.” On top of that paper, he placed his business card, complete with his private cell number wrote in… just in case. “Any questions, Miss Knight?”

Cat didn’t mind that he ate and politely sat on one of the offered chairs in front of his desk. She carefully read over the documents he provided her before agreeing with the menu and signing her name at every indicated x. Then she was swiping her card, tucking his business card into her wallet. She sat back for a moment, those blue eyes leveling on his face. She was quiet, contemplative, before scarlet lips turned up slightly and she reached into her purse once more.

“I like you, Mister DeBeers. I take care of people I like.” The check was produced and she quickly filled out the lines. In the dollar amount she added at least four zeros, and in the memo she simply wrote: “for a friend” before sliding it across his desk. “While I appreciate the free service, I’m a firm believer that a man should be paid what he’s worth.”

She produced a small metallic card holder box. It was black with a gold inlay and a single word pressed into it: Continental. She mimicked his earlier move, scribbling her personal cell phone number on the back. Holding his gaze, she pressed her lips to the small card, leaving behind a scarlet kiss mark before setting the card down on the check. She stood then, slipping her sunglass back on in one fluid movement. “Show that to Dimitri at the front desk tomorrow night, say, six o’clock, and he’ll tell you where to find me. Until then, Mister DeBeers.”

And then she was gone in a sway of heels and crimson hair.

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cutiepiesub

Rough sex on the kitchen counter? Yes please

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hallucinat0ry

me? using sex as a coping mechanism? it’s more likely than you think.

#*(musings)

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Blaine couldn’t help but notice the change in her demeanor as the bass massaged along her back of the casket. She had a wonderful genuine smile hidden under there causing him to absently wonder why not show it all the time? But after thinking for a moment, using himself as an example, he could make a few guesses. This woman had seen some shit. What was even more surprising was that her aunt actually liked the song playing. Expression went from borderline embarrassed to matching the brightness of her smile. “She sounds like she was an amazing woman. The song will stay as you wish.”

Just as he was about to lead her to his desk to start the paperwork and hopefully get a bite or two of his sushi, the door opened. Well, this didn’t look promising at all. As they spoke, Blaine was tempted to make his way over to his food, but just as he started creeping over there, the already volatile situation got out of hand. The zombie hustler recognized the go for the gun as well, but just as he was about to shield her with his body, everything stopped. Eyes blinked as he attempted to figure out exactly what had happened even though he’d just seen it take place right in front of him. What else could he say except, “Nice aim.”

This was… unexpected. After yelling for Don E. to get up there to clean up the mess as soon as possible, Blaine cleared his throat as attention returned to her. “Miss Knight, as one of my favorite customers, I can take care of all of this for you, no buying of a cheap casket needed. As long as everyone else is concerned, this didn’t happen. The body will disappear. The gun will disappear. Would you care for these free bonus services?” Then it was his turn to reveal a devilish smirk that normal, everyday customers never got to see. A smirk that told she was in good hands.

Cat watched with raised eyebrows as another man appeared. This Don E. gave her a small wave before he started cleaning up the... unpleasantness. Then Blaine was speaking to her and she looked at him, took in his words, his offer, and then he gave her a look. One she recognized immediately. He knew the darkness.

“... I see. Yes, I think I’ll take you up on the offer, Mister DeBeers. It’s appreciated.” Free was nice, she supposed, but really, Marcus would have only costed a coin. Not that he was worth even that. The bastard. “I’m assuming there’s paperwork?” Not that she was in any real rush to get back to the hotel. She was curious, now, about this man. Why would he be in a funeral home if he was part of her world? Not that they didn’t have fronts at times, it was a normal, practice, but she didn’t recognize his name nor his face. Which meant he either wasn’t deep enough, or he was new.

Either way, she was planning on finding out.

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