13830/White Prince meets the survivor.

White Prince meets the survivor.
Date of Scene:	21 September 2021
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	Thomas and Sarah have a few drinks and discuss guns.
Cast of Characters:	Sarah Connor, Thomas Raith

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Sarah Connor has posed:
Monday night. Not the usual day for kicking back in a club, listening to whatever kind of music. Which was just fine for Sarah. She could get a drink, look around, and not have to worry about the crowds.

It was nearly 10 o'clock when she walked in.

Oh yes, she was aware of the weapons on the bouncers. A little bit of a smirk lifted the edges of her mouth. As soon as she walked across the metal detector, they beeped.

"Well, would you look at that." Sarah doesn't sound apologetic.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The door man, a young Hispanic man with a pair of tomahawks clearly hanging at his waist grins. "Don'cha worry Mamacita, this fool thing go off all the time." He says grabbing the little wand scanner and grinning slightly, ""Just hol' yah arms out, Axe promise ta be gentle, no?" He says playfully as he moves to sweep the wand over her body.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sarah had two.. no *three* choices. One, to bow out and find another drinking place. Two, to show him everything on her (and possibly get some things past him). Or three, to hold out her arms, and let him go over her.

She figured, given the Tomahawks, he was quite serious about his job.

"Do you keep them until I decide to leave?" Because that would make her decision for her.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Axe pauses, having fully expected that the walk through had gone off do to Sarah's Bra wire or something, then nods. "Jus' like a coat check. I put dem in a lil box back here with a ticket. You give me de ticket on de way out an' collect de contents of yah box." He smirks a bit and adds, "Though if yah loose yah ticket, pretty sure Axe remember you, huh?"

Sarah Connor has posed:
With that she begins to unload her weaponry. Three guns in various places, and one six inch blade. Then she holds her arms out, and spread her legs. "You wouldn't find anything else."

Sarah was a liar. A really good liar. But this time she was telling the truth.

"Okay?" She waits.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Axe is, for all his charming playfulness good at his job, sweeping first his own watch to make the detector beep then over Sarah's body to be sure she has given up all her weapons, at least her metal ones. He places them in a Tupperware box and behind a counter then gives her a red ticket. He hands it over and grins slightly, "Nice bit of hardware dare... Anyone elver tell you dat you look like dat actress who keeps playing Queens who are always cheating on dare husbands?" He asks with a grin and gestures her in.

Sarah Connor has posed:
She shrugs as he appraisers her weapons. Little does he know this was just the top of the iceberg for her. "Really? Do you really think so?"

Sarah had not watched the programs he was referring to. Hell, she really hasn't watched many programs of the present day to something about 17.. 18.. years prior. She took the red ticket and saluted him with it. "Just getting myself a drink."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins and stores the box away, going back to what he was doing before she came in. The bar itself isn't that crowded yet, the live music hasn't hit the stage yet, though it will very soon. Still Mondays are not ever busy nights. Plenty of room at the bar. As she approaches it, a man there grins at her slightly, "Now normally, a beautiful woman like you walks into my club, I offer to order them a drink with a sexual name as a way to break the ce. I get the feeling I try that with you you might just dislocate my shoulder..." He tilts his head a bit and grins, "But since I am allot prettier then I am smart, Can I offer you a Slow comfortable screw up agienst the wall?"

Sarah Connor has posed:
"A slow, comfortable screw is it?" Sarah looks Thomas up and down. "Make it a slow, comfortable screw Mexican style and you have a deal."

And with that she takes a seat at the bar. "Sarah. And you are..?" She taps the bar. "Put it on his tab."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins slightly as the one-eyed Bartender nods, pouring a shot each of Sloe gin, Southern Comfort, and Patrón Silver into a shaker, fills it with orange juice and ice and shakes it cold before straining it into a highball glass and floats Galliano on top before sliding it to the woman. Thomas for his part looks rather pleased with this, "My name is Thomas Raith, and like I said I own the Blue Lady. It's a privlage to make your aquantance Sarah." He tilts his head slightly, "So I have to ask, most beautiful women carry mace for protection. Some of the smarter ones carry a hand gun. Never met one that carried three guns and a sticket before just walking around."

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sarah accepts her drink, making a nod with it. "Well, really it isn't a lot? It's night. There are tons of places filled with crime. Do you think it's really a lot? Would you say that, if I were a guy?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs slightly, "Actually, yes I would." He signals the bartender who pulls out a crystal liquer decanter and a highball glass. He fills the glass with ice and slides them over to his boss. "It always seemed to me that most foes? If you can't take them down with seven to nine bullets, another fourteen to eighteen aren't going to help much."

Sarah Connor has posed:
"Well, surprise. I find it's necessary." What she doesn't say it these guns allowed ger to get the bigger guns that she needed. "Okay. You've got me. They make me feel important."

*cough*Liar*cough*

"What I don't know is, I've seen a lot of bars, clubs, and in between, and your is the first place that make everyone leave their weapons behind. Why?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs a bit, as if the answer were remarkably pedestrian. "The Lady has... a reputation you might say," He says sipping his drink slowly. "The sort of place where a upper middle class housewife might find herself forgetting her wedding ring for the night." He rocks his head slightly, "So when Hubby comes looking for her and his brother, I'd prefer he not have a Glock on his person when he does it. Axe is a sugen with those tomahawks, and since you have to go through two doors before you can get into the Club proper it means there hasn't been a shooting here ever. Something many other Clubs can't claim.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sarah listens.

"I see. That's quite the name for you." She leans in, as if she's telling a secret, "I won't be hiding my rings, or any such other trinket, to entice the men over." She sits erect. "Really if you want to sleep with somebody, do it. Unless the real thing is seeing if you can catch them, while keeping it from everyone else. Personally, I have many more things to do with my time, than play keep away."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit, waving to Yosa, "Another for the lady." He says with that wickedly evil smile that seems designed to tempt a nun. "Maybe I'll see you around soon Sarah. Don't be a stranger." He says finishing off his own drink and moving to work the crowd.