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Robin slid over his drinks and went off to satisfy the growing patrons of the bar like only she could. Robin was a beautiful creature of the night, she belonged within that darkness, pouring drinks and making fantastic rhythm with the glasses as if she was using a drum kit. Kip knocked back his whiskey and slammed the rim of the shot glass down onto the counter top; that one was for Nikki. He didn’t know her well, maybe enough to say hi and hold a pleasant conversation. She hadn’t been there that long...or maybe she had he didn’t really know. Time drifted through Oceanside like a soft river current; it was moving forward but you couldn’t really tell. As his eyes scanned the bar, he noted the usual suspects, in their usual places at their usual time. Friday night in the Pit was a messy affair. If you weren't an unsigned act trying to get on the bill for Sunday’s blowout, you were probably a nine to fiver who only has this one night to let loose before you were back at work. It was an eclectic group of misfits, denim, leather, animal print and glitter went as far as an eye could see. Strange fucking place but a home for the out of place.

Speaking of; as his gaze returned to the bar he noted the familiar curves of one Lolly Laarman arriving with yet another poor Wall Street wannabe that didn’t belong there. Lolly held a special place in Kip’s heart. They had arrived in the neighbourhood around the same time and naturally drifted together but they hailed from two different worlds and their paths would constantly diverge, halting any chance of anything real. This was a place for fakes after all and a tangible feeling for someone else was surely improbable near impossible. Still, he knew what was under the clothes and beneath the skin; Lolly was damn near perfect and there was something wrong with that level of perfection; it wouldn’t stay that clean forever. He offered her a courteous raise of his glass as she charmed this nights prey.

If there was a God, KVC would tell him to bless poor Jed. The handsome bartender was staring at the brunette like a lovesick puppy and a smirk crossed the wrestlers face. He knew that she was not the type of storm you just drove straight into, the question was if Jed knew. In what felt like seconds, the swarm of heathens and Hollywood dreamers had doubled in size as more and more of Bibgy’s monsters made their way to the bar and began chipping away at Lolly's fellas pinstripe Armor. 

Two hands on his shoulders immediately put Kip on edge as a sharp pain shot down his back like a lightning bolt . There was a time honoured tradition in wrestling; protect the business. The outcomes may have been predetermined but the hazards and the hard cases were real. If someone challenged you in a bar, you had to stick up for the business and kick their ass. Kip had done it many times as a lot of folk had made the foolhardy mistake of thinking he was too pretty to be tough. As he turned his head, he caught sight of the man who had put their hands on him and he relaxed; Bennett was a lot...A LOT but he was a good enough kid though, too much too soon was a good analogy to sum him up. [color=15AFBC]”Bennett, if you ever do that to me again I’ll take a whiskey bottle from that bar and shove it up your ass sideways”[/color] Kip readily took the latest shot that had been put in front of him thanks to the owner of the Palace and smiled. [color=15AFBC]”I literally just got off the plane”[/color]

A few more seconds passed and Darcy had all but managed to destroy what was left of the yuppie’s soul and watched with a perverted glee as the enigma that was Rig had him by his collar and dragged him out of the bar. Of course everyone had burst into a fit of laughter as more shots courtesy of the lovey Robin found their way in front of the crowd. [color=15AFBC]”That was about what? Seven minutes, that’s almost a new record. Well done Darce”[/color] Kip loved Darcy, she was fun to be around and was passionate about everything. Whenever he worked locally, she’d be in the front row cheering him on, usually ready with the party favours in hand. Speaking of party favours, the growing group was soon joined by Logan, a local bouncer and coke head who was harmless and loveable in his own kind of way. [color=15AFBC]”Darling Lolly brought him, sooner or later these guys are gonna start catching onto your plan Lolls”[/color]

The pain in his back had yet to subside and Kip was starting to struggle. Movement had been helping so he decided to climb off of the stool he had claimed as his own and stretched himself upright. He reached into his pocket and popped a few more pills, washing them down with another shot as Bea saddled up next to him. [color=15AFBC]”If it’s an screaming orgasm you want, Bea, give me five minutes of your time and I’ll pay for the pizza afterward.I could really do with a nurse tonight”[/color][/center]