[h2][centre] [color=a2d39c]Romus Sisters

[color=6ecff6]Victoria Darya Romus "Vika" [/color]
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[color=f6989d]Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali" [/color][/color][/centre][/h2]
[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]Club Aether . Friday Evening[/color][/centre][/h3]



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Marinalia and Victoria looked to the door as the police stormed in and things definitely where not going to end with a cab and a fish and chips on the sofa with some wine. These cops definitely did not look in a rather good mood. Well they had engaged in a major bar fight, it was not the first time Marlin had been caught up in things, normaly she was a bystander not the person being arrested or detained. 

Victoria looked over, they definitely where not going to talk way out of it and dropped the pepper spray as a over muscular cop forced in and shouted for order, and everyone to calm down. Backing off and deciding that a night in jail and maybe a minor summons might happen, if they fought it could end up far worse and complied as a officer hand cuffed her overly tightly. She knew if arrested she could ask for a lawyer, if not she would be out by Saturday lunch time. 

Watching Ethen flew back of the place, and up some stairs, she would definitely have a stiff word with him if Victoria ever saw the man again. His groupies hasd caused all this trouble the least she could do was wring a lunch or so out of him. 

[i][color=6ecff6]I give... I give... Your like twice my size. Its not like I'm gonna fight. [/color][/i]

As a officer forced her off, Victoria watched as a female offices cuffed Marlin and noticed the scowls off the other group. She had taken a few hits from the groupies as her arm would be feeling a little sore in morning, among a few other things including her back. The police womans radio crackled in some string of numbers and response codes, she knew airline codes not police ones, with a glance back as they lead her off she sighed. 

[i][color=f6989d]Il come quietly OK... No need to be so tight... [/color][/i]

As she was dragged over to the van, she was bundled into a van with her sister, and a woman who glared at her. She must be someone who they had been fighting with or got caught in the act in some silky and gothic dress, with a silver hem. Obviously one of the more well healed harpies. 

Hopwfuy this was the last they hered of the battle of club Eather, bar a night in the cells, a bad back from a crappy mattress and maybe a rather large fish and chips on way out... They where gonna be starving. 

There night had gone from noral, to rather shitty. 


Why could they not just have a quiet night out...jazz night, gala, and now a bar fight in a metal club. 

There never was a quiet night for the Romus Sisters.