Owner	Pose
Kano	The upper floor of club Obsidian is taken over by a large crew of Black Dragons. Not that that shows to a casual observer, not really. That the upper floor is exclusive, that much is clear, though. The dance area below is in full swing, heavy techno and dance music pounding a pulse of eccentric energy through the place. Drugs are in scattered use below.     Multiple packs of Dragon members relax and enjoy their mini kingdom, while their boss lounges mostly left to himself at the far end, a large table that he's set his heavy boots on, having a drink, and being given a broad amount of respectful space. He isn't entirely in darkness, but a shadow does rest across him in his booth table, leaving mostly an ominous glint of red laser eye.
Felicia Hardy	The Obsidian isn't an entirely exclusive club. But the upper floor is exclusively exclusive. But when has that ever stopped the Black Cat? There are rooms on the upper floor reserved for all manner of elite upper-floor rendezvous, and they can be rented by the hour. Who knows what kinds of deals or events go down in rooms like that? Who....really wants to know...? It is as Kano relaxes that a card and key are delivered on a tray by a waitress. The key card bears a room number. The business card that accompanies it is white cardstock with the words "Come see me." It is signed, BC.
Kano	Kano meets the invitation with amusement. It isn't the first time he's been invited to do some private deal: hardly. BC? It doesn't click at first, there's quite a few things in his mental list that that could be. That is the main reason he summons one of his people over to go take a look in front of him. Kano hasn't maintained his throne by being reckless.     It is one of the thugs that will unlock and open the door: a lean, weasel looking man with sharp red hair slicked back in a black suit that will open the door: clearly a front line to whatever may be inside, gun drawn but easy at the man's thigh.
Felicia Hardy	What greets the thug opening the door is a sharply-dressed Black Cat, in a black patent leather minidress, domino mask, and stilettos, checking the seams of her stockings in an oversized mirror facing an overly-ornate bed. But Cat's small black beaded handbag is set on a table between two chairs, one of which is already pulled out. The light over the table is on. The one near the bed is not. It's clear which end of the room Cat intends to utilize. Probably.
Kano	The thug looks her over, looks behind him, and slides aside to move out of the way of Kano's view. Kano comes across behind the thug, thumbs hooked into the snug black jeans he's wearing. He isn't dressed up much, he's clearly a comfort and function man, not into the fancy. If he can be cleaned up, hard to tell. His eye narrows and he scans the room, adding a snort of amusement at seeing who it is. Kano strides into the room past his much smaller minion. "Stray kitty comin' by, expectin' treats?" Kano asks, stopping in the middle of the room in a dominant posture, arms crossing and flexing heavily.
Felicia Hardy	"Aww c'mon..." Cat purrs as she approaches, seeing how close she can get before his posture is affected to the point of change. She is testing the waters. "Besides...Maybe I'm the one wh o came with treats." She winks and pulls a small folded slip of paper from somewhere. Where did she even hide that in this dress? "I thought this might be of interest to you..." The paper is a copy of a blueprint, with an hourly schedule scrawled in a top corner. "Besides, I needed an excuse to see you again."
Kano	She doesn't need to wait long at all, Kano adapts really quickly when she approaches, prowling to one side in the opposite way that she'd circled him last time they had met, paired with an extension of hand as she pulls the slip of paper out, as if he were going to take it. He does a similar trick from last time as well, flipping his wrist and over-reaching past the paper to attempt to flick a finger against her chin if she doesn't pull out of range. He'll snare the blueprint as he draws his hand back, though.     Kano doesn't look at it, yet, he's still watching her. Keeping track of the little thief, of course. "I did /stiff/ you last time; no kiss kiss, eh," Kano comments, and with a gesture, sends his thug away; the thug closes the door on his way out.
Felicia Hardy	"You most certainly DID stiff me," Cat chides. Her chin tips up with the flick as he snags the blueprint. "I brought a peace offering. On that paper there is a blueprint of the Metropolitan Auction House, and a delivery schedule. There's a roster full of emeralds coming in...two shipments, and I want to relieve their workload significantly. But I don't aim to do it alone. Even the Black Cat know her limitations."
Kano	"Hm. I've got a few people in my pocket that are connected into the Auction; didn't know about emeralds," Kano gives, while looking finally at the blueprint with his same sharp quality, though less interest than what he had on staring at her in her little dress. "Can probably pull the 'overhead' half of this, and some reduce the security heat during," Kano says, clearly calculating through it. He draws his free hand up to rub the nail across a few of his teeth: probably a 'thinking' gesture for the big man. "I'm good at 'risk reduction,'" Kano quips, self-satisfied. "Y'know, making guards blind for a bit. Security systems ain' shit if nobody 'sees' the alarms."
Felicia Hardy	"Excellent news," Cat chimes brightly. "The take is estimated at just over seven million. I want one stone from the bunch. The Tzala Emerald. Estimated value is 3 million. The test of the take is yours. I do recall you like piles of money...among other things." Cat trails a fingertip along the top edge of the small round table while the big guy thinks it over. "All I want is a little protection. I can get in, and get out. Anyone that crosses my path may well fall to a disastrous accident. Unless they're playing the right side, of course."
Kano	"I'll get my guys on it. Look over the scope," Kano gives, with an indifference to his tone, though that's possibly just something he puts on, a front. He folds the blueprint page back up after casting his eye down the notes in the corner, and puts it away into a jacket pocket. "When?" Kano questions, approaching the small table to partially lean or sit on it, near where she was gliding her fingers.
Felicia Hardy	"The shipment is coming in two days. It was just scheduled this morning. The fact that there are two shipments makes it more difficult. The first will be in the holding vault by the time the second arrives. I'll have to wait until they are all together. Otherwise the first shipment would never make it to the dock." She winks playfully. "The one I want could be in either shipment. Even the auction house won't know. Soo...Whaddya say?" she asks, leaning in toward him. "Are we friends now? Gonna play nice with me? I can be a very good kitty..."
Kano	"Friends, hm. YOU need to get a good think in on if you want to get tangled up with me," Kano says, a smirked, teasing warning in it. "You get in bed with the Black Dragons and you don't get to leave 'cept in a body bag, -- when there's enough pieces left over," Kano says, extending a hand to aim it to her lower back, to guide her to come sit near or even on his leg. "Besides, I got all the friends I need. Got some room for other things, maybe," Kano says, tone pitched low.
Felicia Hardy	Cat smiles, easy and genuine as always, and moves in closer, her hip leaning against his thigh. "Yeah? Well I'm not scared of anything. If ya want me, you've got me. No need for a body bag. I've got the feeling luck's on my side, so it's your lucky day, too..."
Kano	"Just as well. I'm one hell of a lot better at making messes than cleanin' em up, got t' say," Kano says in reply, extending a hand to try to brush some of her pretty silvery hair past her far shoulder. He's very cozy, expecting to do what he wants, with the body language. "Switch that luck around, though, and your spine comes out your throat," Kano says, in exactly the same playful tone, but leans in, as if encouraging to be kissed, or to mildly threaten her by putting his face closer to her throat.
Felicia Hardy	"Well," Cat says softly, leaning in closer, her lips nearly brushing against his, "That's all you...Bad luck only befalls those who cross me. I can't control that, even if I try. You rub me the right way, though, and I'll make you a -very- happy man."
Kano	"Gonna get a genie comin' out of your lamp, grantin' all my wishes? Good thing I wish for cash," Kano says against her mouth. He's suddenly aggressive, and intentionally attempting to startle her or push her with a heavy kiss. There's a side part to it, as well, which is he'll try to control the situation, asserting a hand at her neck again, to retaliate if she turns on him. Trusting guy.
Felicia Hardy	The movement was sudden, but not unexpected. Cat's reflexes advise her a fraction of a second before he moves to expect...something. The Black Cat isn't afraid of anything, and that's usually true. But the hand at her throat throws her into a frozen state of fear for a moment...until she realizes its purpose. Her heart is pounding. Pulse racing beneath his hand. But it isn't in her nature to pull away from anything she wants, and she returns the kiss fiercely, once her blood is no longer running cold.
Kano	There's something weird with Kano's pulse. It's like a cannon. He has an overly strong pulse, though that will only really carry when in close proximity with his neck or chest. For him it's the usual, that steady pulse that doesn't change at all. He doesn't squeeze her neck or do anything other than leave it there as this threatening /presence/. Maybe it's just his style. His continued kiss, met with her obvious encouragement, will proceed to lunge into a deep one. Even so, the hand couldn't possibly be mistaken for cradling: no, not at all.     Kano retracts from the kiss to breathe, his eerie cybernetic eye up close and flared in pulsing red. "Wouldn't want ter stiff ya twice."