E is for... || Birds' Game || Piper & Raymond
Raymond didn't like this. Not one bit. He didn't know how the so called 'birds' had gotten that piece of information. He'd made sure no one in town know it. How some gossiping teenagers had found it was beyond him. Steeling himself, he spent a few minutes simply glaring at the door of The Underworld. He could hear the music behind it. The though of what was going on beyond them.. it made his hair stand on end. It wasn't that Raymond was shy or skittish around the thought of naked, or close to naked, women. Just.. he'd prefer to take a woman out for a few dates and get to know her before.. well, whatever the hell was going on in there.
Sighing, Raymond pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. It was like a band-aid, right? Rip it off and get it over and done with. Taking a breath, Raymond pushed past the door and plunged into the darkness and cheesy porn music. Frowning, he walked straight into the midst of it, skirting around every half naked woman in the way. He kept his eyes up, refusing to look past eye height. He needed to find Piper, explain the situation, get it over and done with, then get the hell out of there. Yeah.. that was the plan. Easy enough.
Scowling and looking far more on edge than everyone else around them, Raymond found the other 'customers' were avoiding him. He probably looked like he was about to punch someone's lights out.. He shook his head, scanning for Pip. What if she wasn't even there? He really didn't want to have to come back to this seedy hell. Everyone's attention was drawn to the stage, and for a moment Raymond peeked, praying Pip wouldn't be on stage.
"Oh bloody 'ell," Raymond hissed, turning his eyes away. Yep. She was on stage alright.