12993/Freaky Tiki Throwdown

Freaky Tiki Throwdown
Date of Scene:	07 October 2022
Location:	Freaky Tiki
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Violet Paige, June Connor

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Violet Paige has posed:
Freaky Tiki. It's not the sort of place you'd expect to see a social media starlet. But that's exactly why Violet Paige is here. If you do unexpected things in unexpected places then the paparazzi will find it much harder to follow you.

And while there's a certain amount of being seen which she wants to happen... Well a girl sometimes needs to blow off a little steam without an audience!

And that's why she's propping up the bar drinking some brightly coloured beverage with far too many tacky paper umbrellas, and an unhealthy amount of alcohol, served in a pineapple.

June Connor has posed:
    June is not of a totally different mindset, though she has hardly any sensation to her name. Her most floral appearance in the setting is her fire-engine undercut. Far from having such a stature as Violet, she's small, looks like it's questionable whether she should be in this location at all. A violet halter top and short black dress. She's moving from the dance floor toward the bar herself, and she gets an unsolicited slap to her rear as she passes a table.

    Her response isn't immediate disgust, but a wry questioning grin with an arched pierced eyebrow. Not welcoming a continuation of the behavior, but not really condemning it either. She turns away from the man, and shows up next to Violet. "Moscow Mule," she orders. The bartender doesn't hear her, filling the drink of someone else. She scowls. And looks over Violet again. "You are fuckin' tall," she observes aloud. She isn't slurred, but her green eyes have the look of someone who's already had a couple of drinks of her own. Probably not her first trip to the bar tonight.

Violet Paige has posed:
Violet is not really dressed to impress. Having ditched the media circus which usually follows her around she's wearing a black leather jacket over a vintage dress that, while not expensive compared to her other things, still probably costs a few thousand dollars.

She glances over when the "charming" gentleman slaps June's rear as she's heading over. The commotion drawing the attention of a few other patrons. And adopts a disapproving sneer on her face which she doesn't even bother to hide.

"I might be tall but I'm not fuckin' anyone right now." A beats pause. "Or if I am they're god damn awful at it." She takes a long pull on a bunch of the straws. "Friend of yours?"

June Connor has posed:
    June glances over her shoulder, the guy is unashamedly sizing her up like a piece of meat. "Not yet," she smirks. "Never know what to make of guys like that. They can either by animals in bed, or just animals." She waves at the bartender, who still seems busy with other drinks. "Not sure I wanna mess with rollin' the dice on one of them tonight. Got enough shit in my life, rather blow some off than add to the pile." She futily waves at the bar tender again. "Dammit," she growls.

    Meanwhile, the guy at the table exchanges a few comments with his 'bros', a look on their faces as if some sort of brilliant plan is hatching between them.

Violet Paige has posed:
"Make them pay for drinks and then slip out the window in the ladies room," Violet suggests. "Maybe in New York that kinda guy'd make a good one night stand. But in Gotham? Probably at least one of them'll be a serial killer."

She rolls her eyes in the direction of the table.

"And not even a good one."

She glances at the bar staff and snaps her fingers loudly. Motioning towards June. They might find June easy to overlook but Violet? She's pretty hard to miss. Not to mention she's tipping more than anyone else in the venue...

June Connor has posed:
    "Yeah, had to kick a few asses. I may not look it, but I can handle myself okay." Her build, though slight, is clearly toned of someone who fights. The bartender glances over. "Moscow Mule," June repeats, giving an appreciative nod to Violet. It doesn't seem that she has any clue who Violet is. Either it's not the sort of thing she keeps up with, or else the element is estranged enough for her media profile that she doesn't expect her to be anyone of significance. On the outside of June, the hand comes down of the man, a solid alpha declaration of his presence. "Hey ladies," he greets. "Buy you both a drink?"

    "Both of us, huh?" June asks Violet, not turning immediately to face the guy. "He's got a real brass pair there." Naturally, the sound of the crowd and music would make it difficult for him to overhear what she said if it's not in his direction. She doesn't bother to turn and answer him.

Violet Paige has posed:
"Always bring mace on a Gotham night out," Violet says with a smirk. "You might not need it. But it's funny watching them roll around screaming." She motions for a replacement of her own drink at the same time. The Bartender giving her a look before heading off to make it with a shrug.

Who is he to stop her drinking for four?

"He can't afford what I'm drinking," she notes to June. This may well be true. The huge pineapple cup beverage is meant to serve a whole table. "And no matter how big a pair he's got I can't imagine the equipment is equally sized..."

June Connor has posed:
    "Hey," the guy calls. "Babe I'm talkin' to ya." He taps June's bare shoulder, and she narrows her eyes at Violet, but clearly to communicate that the expression is for him. "Yeah?" she says as she turns around to face him..

    "I said I'm buyin'," he repeats.

    "Yeah I heard that," she calls back over the noise. "And I didn't answer, which is my most polite version of 'fuck off'. And don't call me babe, it's creepy as hell."

    The man gets some laughs from his buddies as he's shot down, and he holds his hands out to them as if to say 'wait, this ain't over'. "Look, you dressed like that, you're here for fun," he says. "Your big sister here for fun, too? We got enough fun to go around."

Violet Paige has posed:
Violet Paige tries her best not to snort with laughter at the pick up lines. "It'd be rude to let him pay," she states. "He probably had to save up his allowance for weeks to come out to a place like this..."

She shakes her head.

"If I was here for fun I sure as fuck wouldn't be finding it with you guys. You wouldn't know a fun time if it got a dozen hookers to hand you a kilo of blow."

June Connor has posed:
    June's mule comes, and she takes it off the table, and a much larger gulp of it is downed than most people would. She winces, the drink got its name for a reason. She then coughs a laugh. "Shit," she grins at Violet's insult.

    "Bitch, we got all you could want right here," he says, a two handed indication of his groin.

    June quirks her mouth, and suddenly shoots her foot out from the stool to kick him in the groin, making him double over. "Sorry, It was just...you kinda asked for it," she says, patting him on the head. He growls, and suddenly reaches out to catch June by the ankle, pulling her off the stool and onto the floor with a thud, face down. "Ow," she grunts. Did she deserve that? Guess it depends on the perspective.

Violet Paige has posed:
"I'd throw my drink in your face," Violet mutters as the guy grabs his groin. "But it'd be a waste of good... well... not good but okay rum." She makes a 'don't get involved' motion to the Bar staff. Who /probably/ have figured out who she is.

And if they have they're probably just waiting for a fight to start....

She reaches out and grabs his arm and squeezes. Fingers digging in with remarkable force. There's a low snarl of her own. "Walk. Away."

June Connor has posed:
    The man looks up at Violet, he's actually a little shorter than she is. His two friends get up from the table, ready to defend him as June gets to her feet.

    "C'mon bitches," she challenges the two friends, not apparently the type to diffuse situations as much as antagonize them.

    The two guys look at each other with a smirk, and move to grab June at once. She bursts forward, a flying headbutt knocked right into the first one of them, a smattering of blood spraying from the broken nose.

    The man who is being held by Violet takes this as a cue, and he brings his other hand around in a powerful haymaker, intending to lay out Violet with a single good punch.

Violet Paige has posed:
What the guy Violet is holding is perhaps not expecting, as he brings his fist back for his haymaker, is for her to catch his fist with her other hand. There's a smack of a fist hitting skin and her hand stops his punch dead. Her fingers closing on his hand with enough force that his nails will leave marks in his skin.

"Don't say I didn't warn you shit for brains."

She shifts her grip, twisting both arms and driving him to his knees in a remarkable display of strength, before bringing her knee up into his face. Once. Twice. And if it's not lights out a third time for good measure.

June Connor has posed:
    Violet's target certainly hadn't figured out who was his opponent. One, two, and three strikes he's out. and falls backward. TKO.

    June's targets don't have a superhuman opponent, just a very aggressive and brutal girl who moves fast. The one with the broken nose stumbles back, holding his injury, while the other moves in to grab June in a bear hug. Her heels kick back, raking harshly down his shins, and she tries to head butt again back, blood on her face. But his head is quite higher than hers, and she only manages to make contact with his chest. Her shin strike may have hurt, but it didn't get her free, so she leans over and bites him on the bicep with all of her fury. That works, but it gets her thrown at the booth the guys came from.