A LimeyPanda and Iben Collab, featuring Brovo, our Glorious leader
Anya Samson & Pavel - Nightclub
...Gone Awry
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Anya was shocked by the appearance of the security guard. She hadn't expected anyone to sneak in and interlope upon their little hiding spot so quickly, let alone a security guard. She gave Paval a quick glance that showed some of the nerves in her eyes. It was natural for the situation, either as Anya Samson or Anna Fuchs. She knew she couldn't exactly discuss the best course of action. It didn't look like he was going to leave anytime soon, and they could easily see how easily the manager's office could be accessed. They needed to do something...drastic. She looked at Paval, before swallowing away her fears and putting on the mask of the character.
"You idiot, we were meant to be doing this privately!" She slaps Paval's chest in mock frustration, before turning to the guard. "You there, guard. What do I have to...do...to keep you from telling on us?" She tried to put on her most sultry voice, as if she was trying to make the offer as obvious as possible."
In turn, Pavel offered his most debauche and haughty sneer in concert with Anya's respectable performance and spoke in the clinically debased manner so common among the vampire lords, "I assure you my good man, that my companion is most talented."
The guard rolls his eyes and puts away his firearm back to his waist, wrapping his arms over his chest and looking them over. "Riiight... You kids can go back downstairs now."
Anya looks at Paval, annoyance in her eyes as she comes up with a small slither of a plan. She mouths two simple words to the Vampire, her back to the guard. Stall him.
She sighs, adjusting the ripped slit of her dress in annoyance and ripping it slightly more by accident. "Sie dumm fuhrt. Can you give me a minute? I need to sort out this dress." With that, she disappeared into the nearest bathroom stall, closest to the door and shut herself in.
Pavel scowled, partly at the failure of their ruse and in equal parts for being commanded to stall the guard, he was a doctor dammit, not a conversationalist. No matter, he thought, he could be charming if he had to, he had been human once, "So...how much would it cost for you to find us a more quiet place to continue? A room with a nice couch would do just fine."
"You want a place like that? There's a hotel across the street with rooms for forty dollars." Don shrugs and looks around the bathroom for a moment. "Y'know, I've been doing this job for years. You could try not lying to me." He points at the vampire's crotch. "I ain't no doc but I can see when a man ain't interested n' what they're gettin'."
Pavel frowned and habitually ran a hand through his hair with growing frustration. Taking care to step into the guard's line of sight and doing his best to block the man's view of the door of the stall which Anya now occupied, Pavel shrugged, "Acting was never my forte, allow me to introduce myself…" Stepping closer, Pavel extended a business card to the man, "Johannes Nansen, my compatriot and I are dealers in antiquities, we were hoping to make it into the VIP section and perhaps have a chat with the owner of this fine establishment." Pavel had no great knowledge of the man Nansen, but he had been given by the annoying man earlier as he entered the club, either way he hoped it would buy enough time for Anya to finish whatever it was she was up to.
Don reaches for the firearm at his waist again as the vampire approached him, he was obviously suspicious but was focused on Pavel. Taking the business card from Pavel's hand, he examines it for a moment before tossing it away. "Antiquities? This ain't a museum. I've had just about enough of your excuses, too." If Anya was going to do anything, this was perhaps her only opportunity. "You've got one last chance to explain yourselves before I lead you out of the club."
Anya had been listening into the entire conversation and she was, in fact, surprised by the astute nature of the guard. He had rather quickly seen through their ruse, and that made him a threat. Threats needed to be eliminated.
She had withdrawn the gun from her hip, her Sig Sauer variant was cool in her hands, and she was ready to do what needed to be done. She was about to burst through the door, when she decided to duck her head under the stall and quickly see what was going on. She noted the shoes of someone facing away from her. Pavel's shoes, at that. That gave her a window.
She didn't make a sound as she gently pushed open the toilet door, extremely annoyed that Pavel had decided to drag the guard over to her position. It made sneaking much harder if the person happened to be looking in your general direction. She'd gotten the door about a finger's width open before she started to worry the guard would freak out. "Nearly done boys."
That was when she decided to move. The door was open enough that she could pull it open as fast as possible and push herself through...Right into Pavel. She shoved the man sprawling into the guard, hoping beyond hope that he'd react quickly enough to pin down the guard.
Finding himself suddenly falling forward, courtesy of a far from gentle push, Pavel grabbed onto the guard that happened to be standing serendipitously in front of him, the vampiric doctor was not sure what his human ally was planning, but he had enough sense to grab hold of the hands of the guard as the two unceremoniously tumbled towards the floor.
The bodyguard is shoved back into the hall, falling backward as he trips over himself. He didn't expect a fifty year old man to go tumbling into him, and being that he was nothing more than a bodyguard, he didn't manage to do the logical thing of pulling out his handgun while falling back. He was, however, strong enough to throw the fifty year old man to the side and start reaching for his side arm to shoot Pavel's young friend…
Anya, unlike the guard, had been far ahead in regards to keeping her gun at the ready. She had hoped that she would be able to just pistol whip the guard, but it seems that she had gotten a dance partner who did not compliment her plans. Where was a werebeast when she needed one? Things would be so much simpler if Pavel had been able to pin the guard down or, god forbid, just hadn't dragged the fool into view of the stall.
She raised the Sig Sauer and pulled the trigger once. If she was lucky, maybe the music downstairs might muffle the shot enough to not cause huge alarm. Unlikely, but she could dream. She lined up the shot between the bodyguard's eyes and pulled the trigger. Adrenaline and the shitty situation they were about to be in meant that she had much more to think about than things like: "this man might have a family", or "Maybe he doesn't deserve to die."
The gunshot rings clearly through the hall and likely got the manager's attention, though there was no immediate reaction from the floor underneath. Between the chatty crowd, thick floors, low calibre firearm, and heavy pulse pounding music, it seemed she managed a
relatively clean kill. Dan's lifeless eyes stare back up at her, almost as if trying to make her feel guilt from the grave.
Anya stared briefly into the bodyguard's eyes: as if locked in a staring contest, before she turned to look at the Vampiric doctor. "Grab his gun, we need to make it to the manager's officer ASAP."
Pavel rose to his feet and nodded, grabbing the gun from the floor, before rifling through the guards pockets in search of anything useful.
There was nothing of any particular use in the guard's pockets save for three dollars and fifty cents. Neat!
With nothing left to keep them in the Bathroom, Anya began to sneak through the club's second floor, moving towards the manager's office as quickly as she'd allow herself, considering she was determined to check every corner.
