Randon Interlude -1-

[Brehnic Kohnar]

Jere Wulfsohng. Nova Giannini. Jackson Keyes. Even the infamous ones from the clan MacLeod. Just to name a few, well, the ones that he had either met or been told about. What did they have in common besides being Immortals? Only the fact that they had been around for a loooong time. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, that was saying something in this day and age. Brehnic wasn't even sure how *old* Jere was, but after his little less than eventful encounter inside that square, it did raise a question or three ....

Just how many Immortals were out there??? Granted the older ones had a leg up, being able to mask their identities, but for the New Age ones like himself? In the world of the electronic, DNA age they live in now?? They didn't have to worry about some medieval CSI to come galloping about. Nova had warned him on several occasions about his reckless style getting him killed, or worse. Well being shot dead by Keyes only placed a period on that particular sentence. For whatever reason, the bugger didn't kill him off when he had the chance, and you know what they say ...

-What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.-

It seemed that these old school immortals played within the so called official rules of the game.


The Immortals live by a set of rules, which govern the enduring battle between them all, which they call "The Game". The rules are observed by them all, (well - almost all), and are quite simple:

No Immortal can fight on Holy Ground, no matter who regards it as Holy.

Immortal combat is one on one - no outside interference, no two on one.

Mortals must not learn about Immortals - if you are killed, you move on.

No Immortal can have children.

At the last, all Immortals will feel drawn to a distant land, to fight for the Prize - this is the time of the Gathering.

In the end, there can be only one - the last one will receive all the power of all the Immortals who ever lived.

Although perhaps not strictly a rule, it's generally regarded as poor form to use a gun or similar weapon to shoot your opponent before beheading them!

Brehnic would do the same. To a point. Having already established himself as a Master Thief, those underground connections would come in handy for him to assemble a group of personally hand picked ... Associates, on a need to know basis.

Conner Alexander would become his alias, his *Fight Club* like version of Tyler Durden. First on his agenda up would be securing someone trustworthy enough to mind the store if you will. First name to mind? Everett Preston. At least that was the name he was going by this time. No questions asked, and worth every penny.? He had an idea on who his resident hacker would be, all he had to do was find the most recent Comic book convention or Sci-Fi event, and he'd find her easy.

Next on his list was Serenity, who ran with him during the Rogue days, shortly after his parting of the ways with his mentor Jere Wulfsohng. She was still based out in Vegas, having branched out into her own business. He would stop by her old stomping grounds, the Crimson Tryst.

[Brehnic Kohnar]

The Crimson Tryst would be packed to the rafters heading into the three day weekend, and Serenity took proper steps to make certain she would have a most enjoyable time at the VIP after party. This was one of those rare occasions that would have been marked ahead of time if those in attendance knew what was going to happen. She'd never decided in advance when she would "come out of retirement " and perform, no, she did it whenever the feeling suited her, and tonight happened to be one of those nights, and she was feeling quite on the naughty side. She woke up on that side of the bed this morning, and the vibe not only remained with her throughout the course of the day, it seemed to intensify as the day rolled towards the hours of dusk.

Once she felt ..."it", a hot bath with import oils from Caprica would be soaked in, a little something she learned from one of her dancers, for when dancing under the lights, the oils would provide an extra sheen to the skin, which offers a more .... Enticing view to those watching the show. She wouldn't be showing off all her wares, but enough to give those in attendance something to talk about.

Several outfits would be decided upon as it always came down to layers, for anyone could dress just to take it back off, but there was a method to her madness. You had to have that look that said, damn she looks good in that, and probably looks even better out of it!!

Originally known as a former dancer of the Crimson Scarf, one of those that was personally hand picked by Taboo when the Club was first hiring. Jyoti had no problem welcoming an old friend back to the fold ... With a face flushed with pure excitement, Serenity pounced onto the stage to driving rave/techno beat.

For one night, she was back in her element, wearing the black leather micro with red blouse loosely tied in front, accessorized with her favorite Chicago-style leather boots was tantamount to a revelation. The blouse barely contained her assets, making her a certified jiggle queen. Damn she looked good!

She used the techno music to demonstrate her dancing ability, managing to flirt with every man, and a few women in the Tryst in the process. Near the end, she got one lucky woman to unzip her skirt, with her date copping of her toned bottom as a bonus.

By the time that the skirt slowly slithered down her legs there wasn't an empty chair at or near the stage. The way it rode the curve of her hips made her legs look even longer. Of course the black boots didn't hurt either.

The next musical selection, kept the energy level up, and she decided to get up close and personal with some of the VIP patrons along the stage, and the tips started to pile up. New decibel levels of crowd noise were reached when her top practically melted off of her, showing that yes indeed, they were natural!!!!


As Serenity moved toward the end of the second song, she enlisted another in the removal of the thong, leaving her with only the G-string as final barrier between herself and the "in"decent exposure. The crowd was cheering the patron on as he pulled it down her legs with his teeth giving those close enough the first real hint of what was to *possibly* occur later in the evening.

Another upbeat tempo provided the final built of musical muse. Prior to now, she had been shaking her ample bosom in front of the VIP crowd, in varying degrees of proximity, and showing off every other delectable body part she could.

It was another VIP patron's turn for some special attention. She leaned over, conveniently allowing her breasts to fall into the man's open hands as they lay palms up on the stage and kissing ear, pausing long enough to say "I have NEVER been this turned on... NEVER." Then, spinning around on all fours, she presented her world class rear for personal viewing enjoyment.

That *patron* just gave her a wicked grin.


The crowd went wild, while one guy got a little too carried away with his effort which earned him an assist to the parking lot courtesy of Tryst Security, Dom Phoenix.

Meanwhile, the dancers on the other two stages had taken to shouting as well, giving Serenity even more encouragement. She finished the set in a prone position, her legs resting on *one* patron's shoulders with her ... Vital assets almost too close to his face to be legal.

Eventually Serenity had been joined by one of the regular dancers, seeing the potential for adding to her own personal income portfolio ...

A fundom night had by all.

Timing was everything, and Brehnic was glad he stopped through when he did, granted it was a business call. Having just taken a sip of his drink, he felt a hand brushing aside his dreadlocks, hot breath against the side of his neck, and a serious lingering aroma of one of his fav perfumes. "Hey, babe. Tha' be one of de hottest shows I seen ye do. I like de short hair, looks good on ye."

A less than subtle grope between his legs, by the woman confirmed how much he liked the show.

"Mmmmmm. Well, when I saw you front side hun, I was already in the zone, that just made me feel a little more ... Naughty. This can't be a social visit ... Wanna go top side for some privacy?"

Turning his head to face her, she was a sight to behold. A black silk robe was the only thing showcasing what was beneath, and Hell if she didn't take the sweaty look to another level!!

It was later that morning, that the pair actually got around to discussing why he was there ....

Pleasure before business.

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