Post by Slade "The Main Man" Craven on Apr 29, 2009 20:51:09 GMT -4
The Cabaret Royal. Its exactly what it sounds like. People in Dallas call it “The Cab.” One of many places owned by Rick. It also happens to be one of Slade Craven’s favorite places to visit when he feels like a pick me up. While Craven attends Club Afterlife, or The Scoreboard, from time to time, whenever he wants to go somewhere that offers great food, beautiful women and some damn good music, Slade hits up the Cab. Today, the just twenty four hours before Overdrive Slade Craven is at the Cab and living it up. When you drive past this establishment on Ables St you will see a red wrought iron fence protecting the people inside. The building looks like a classy brothel with its fountain in front of the big wooden double doors. Valets await people to drop off their cars while men and women past under the archway. Inside the hostesses greet the entrants motioning for them to go upstairs or into the main hall, whichever the patron would prefer. From there we enter a dark room lit by candles and strobe lights. Lavish chairs surround small tables as we move along this path to the main split. At this point the spectator can go one of three new ways. Straight ahead to a seat, to their left to the buffet or to their right, down another path past two small pianos around towards the bar and over to the table next to the main stage. This is the best path to take at first because it allows the man or woman a chance to pass the two smaller stages, the pianos. It lets the viewer know who has been on stage. As we round the bar and head to the main stage we see Slade Craven’s favorite table, the one next to the stage. This table has a history, it also belonged to a friend of his, who first brought him to the Cabaret Royal years ago. Slade is now sitting there with his fellow Dallas friends around him, including P.K. the man who brought him. A beautiful stripper is in Slade’s lap as is one in P.K.’s their other friends just sit there at the six seated table, with Slade in the position of Jesus if this was viewed like the last supper. His ‘Mary Magdalene’ sitting in his lap leaning to his right. They all laugh and Craven has a beer in his left hand. While the rules at the club are simple, no touching the girls in a certain way, Craven is such a regular and VIP he can bend the rule. He is a gentlemen only touching the girls on the arms so they do not slip forward out of his lap. His girl Paris is in his lap, her blonde hair draped in front of his face as she whispers something in his ear. A girl named Rachel, a cougar, is dancing on stage while P.K. has his favorite stripper sitting in his lap.
Slade- Man this is great.
Craven leans back as Paris curls up close to him. Anytime she can lead Slade away from the table and give him the private lap dance he has already paid for. All she is wearing for the moment is a T shirt, tied at the shoulders so it doesn’t fall off, and a G string with at least fifty dollars worth of different bills fanning from the fabric. No one at the table notices the man who is eyeing Slade. He is not a worker at the Cab, just a patron who wishes Slade would not monopolize Paris’ time. Granted P.K.’s girl Gabriella and her twin sister are the best looking girls in the club, is right behind them. The man is standing by one of the pianos looking at Slade. It bothers him that his girlfriend is a stripper, the man only just found out. But to see her in the lap of Slade “The Main Man” Craven just kills him So he watches, with anger seething inside him. He knows who Slade is.
Slade- Hey, P.K! You going to do it tonight?
Craven is referring to P.K. finally getting Gabriella and her sister in the VIP room for a two on one private dance. Its so wrong but so horribly taboo that the two of them joke about it every time the Cabaret Royal comes up in conversation. P.K. once referred to the situation as being so amazing that his face would explode, not by getting them to kiss or anything like that, just to get them to dance on each other. Its wrong but hey, they are strippers and you people listening to this already know someone did it. So don’t judge.
P.K. I don’t think I have that kind of money.
Slade- As a matter of fact I don’t think you have any money left.
He motions to Gabriella’s hand which hold’s P.K.’s wallet. She has lifted the final three twenties from it. P.K. doesn’t mind, he would have spent it on her eventually and he can always go to the ATM and get more out, for a 7.00$ service charge. All things that will happen in due time. But what’s interesting is the only person in the club thinking about Slade’s upcoming steel cage match with John Green is Paris’ boyfriend. He wonders how the hell someone can be in a strip club the night before a big show that his more than halfway across the country, just drinking and paying a woman’s bills. The man grits his teeth. He starts to walk towards Slade Craven’s table. No one in the build notices him, not even the other girls. Now its important to note, that if you are the boyfriend of a stripper you are not allowed in the club because it raises the chances of a violent incident, and who would have thought that? Must be because they are dating the girl grinding damn near naked up against a stranger. This man approaches the table and moves behind them all up to the stage with the cougar still dancing. He reaches in and pulls out a five dollar bills and puts his hands on the railing as she dances for him. This guy is now next to Slade’s table just fuming with rage. He gets his little bit of a tease and slips the girl her five dollars. Then when he turns and starts to walk away he grabs the back of Slade’s chair and rips it back tipping both Slade and Paris over. Craven has to use his hands to seize Paris so her head does not slam against the floor. Craven takes the majority of the hit as everyone at the table stands. Gabriella looks around for help as Slade gets up. Paris starts screaming.
Paris: Jack what are you doing here?
Jack: Shut up whore!
He goes to back hand her but Slade puts up his hand and catches the dude’s arm.
Slade- Whoa, whoa. Now we have a problem here dude. You can do what you want to Slade Craven, because he’ll tag you back for it. But you cannot just raise your hands to a woman like this.
Security is already mobilized but Slade holds the dude’s hand and raises his own to stop everyone. He has to have his say.
Slade- Guy’s call Rick, tell him Ole Slade wants to handle this one.
They don’t move. Its dangerous to approach a situation like this because it can get out of hand real fast. Slade doesn’t want to let that happen. One of the girls can get hurt.
Slade- Now, look what we have here.
He twists his arm, still holding Jack’s wrist.
Slade- You gave “The Main Man” a present. Why thank you.
He twists some more as the guy drops to a knee. Slade can walk this guy out at anytime, and Jack cannot fight back.
Slade- What is your problem dude?
Paris: He’s my boyfriend.
Slade- Was.
Paris: What?
Slade- Well the man tries to hit you, you better leave him.
He turns his face from Paris back to Jack
You hear me hillbilly? You better dip your finger in the candle wax and write her a goodbye note because you are done seeing her.
Jack: Why are you here anyway?
Craven looks down at him.
Slade- What?
Jack: You heard me. Don’t you have somewhere to be?
Slade- Sure, tomorrow. But tonight is a celebration. Slade Craven versus John Green, “The Main Man” is preparing for his victory party over A.P.W’s biggest joke. The man who just rambles on and on, like a god damn broken record. Why should Slade worry about facing a man like that?
Craven takes a swig of his beer, still in his left hand.
Slade- John Green lost to Shadow, he lost to Kid Cannabis and he lost to Jason Royce. That’s three in a row. Two of those are connected to “The Main Man.” He lost to a member of the A.K.A. and he lost to the man Craven kicked around two week ago. What’s John Green done that’s impressive. Whether or not he gave anyone a run for their money he is still a loser, because he LOST his matches. Now Slade Craven on the other hand.
“The Main Man” twists the dude’s wrist a little more to make sure he still has the dude’s attention.
Slade-”The Main Man” has won almost every one of his matches here in A.P.W. So why should he worry about his match with John Green?…
(sorry too drunk to finish)
Slade- Man this is great.
Craven leans back as Paris curls up close to him. Anytime she can lead Slade away from the table and give him the private lap dance he has already paid for. All she is wearing for the moment is a T shirt, tied at the shoulders so it doesn’t fall off, and a G string with at least fifty dollars worth of different bills fanning from the fabric. No one at the table notices the man who is eyeing Slade. He is not a worker at the Cab, just a patron who wishes Slade would not monopolize Paris’ time. Granted P.K.’s girl Gabriella and her twin sister are the best looking girls in the club, is right behind them. The man is standing by one of the pianos looking at Slade. It bothers him that his girlfriend is a stripper, the man only just found out. But to see her in the lap of Slade “The Main Man” Craven just kills him So he watches, with anger seething inside him. He knows who Slade is.
Slade- Hey, P.K! You going to do it tonight?
Craven is referring to P.K. finally getting Gabriella and her sister in the VIP room for a two on one private dance. Its so wrong but so horribly taboo that the two of them joke about it every time the Cabaret Royal comes up in conversation. P.K. once referred to the situation as being so amazing that his face would explode, not by getting them to kiss or anything like that, just to get them to dance on each other. Its wrong but hey, they are strippers and you people listening to this already know someone did it. So don’t judge.
P.K. I don’t think I have that kind of money.
Slade- As a matter of fact I don’t think you have any money left.
He motions to Gabriella’s hand which hold’s P.K.’s wallet. She has lifted the final three twenties from it. P.K. doesn’t mind, he would have spent it on her eventually and he can always go to the ATM and get more out, for a 7.00$ service charge. All things that will happen in due time. But what’s interesting is the only person in the club thinking about Slade’s upcoming steel cage match with John Green is Paris’ boyfriend. He wonders how the hell someone can be in a strip club the night before a big show that his more than halfway across the country, just drinking and paying a woman’s bills. The man grits his teeth. He starts to walk towards Slade Craven’s table. No one in the build notices him, not even the other girls. Now its important to note, that if you are the boyfriend of a stripper you are not allowed in the club because it raises the chances of a violent incident, and who would have thought that? Must be because they are dating the girl grinding damn near naked up against a stranger. This man approaches the table and moves behind them all up to the stage with the cougar still dancing. He reaches in and pulls out a five dollar bills and puts his hands on the railing as she dances for him. This guy is now next to Slade’s table just fuming with rage. He gets his little bit of a tease and slips the girl her five dollars. Then when he turns and starts to walk away he grabs the back of Slade’s chair and rips it back tipping both Slade and Paris over. Craven has to use his hands to seize Paris so her head does not slam against the floor. Craven takes the majority of the hit as everyone at the table stands. Gabriella looks around for help as Slade gets up. Paris starts screaming.
Paris: Jack what are you doing here?
Jack: Shut up whore!
He goes to back hand her but Slade puts up his hand and catches the dude’s arm.
Slade- Whoa, whoa. Now we have a problem here dude. You can do what you want to Slade Craven, because he’ll tag you back for it. But you cannot just raise your hands to a woman like this.
Security is already mobilized but Slade holds the dude’s hand and raises his own to stop everyone. He has to have his say.
Slade- Guy’s call Rick, tell him Ole Slade wants to handle this one.
They don’t move. Its dangerous to approach a situation like this because it can get out of hand real fast. Slade doesn’t want to let that happen. One of the girls can get hurt.
Slade- Now, look what we have here.
He twists his arm, still holding Jack’s wrist.
Slade- You gave “The Main Man” a present. Why thank you.
He twists some more as the guy drops to a knee. Slade can walk this guy out at anytime, and Jack cannot fight back.
Slade- What is your problem dude?
Paris: He’s my boyfriend.
Slade- Was.
Paris: What?
Slade- Well the man tries to hit you, you better leave him.
He turns his face from Paris back to Jack
You hear me hillbilly? You better dip your finger in the candle wax and write her a goodbye note because you are done seeing her.
Jack: Why are you here anyway?
Craven looks down at him.
Slade- What?
Jack: You heard me. Don’t you have somewhere to be?
Slade- Sure, tomorrow. But tonight is a celebration. Slade Craven versus John Green, “The Main Man” is preparing for his victory party over A.P.W’s biggest joke. The man who just rambles on and on, like a god damn broken record. Why should Slade worry about facing a man like that?
Craven takes a swig of his beer, still in his left hand.
Slade- John Green lost to Shadow, he lost to Kid Cannabis and he lost to Jason Royce. That’s three in a row. Two of those are connected to “The Main Man.” He lost to a member of the A.K.A. and he lost to the man Craven kicked around two week ago. What’s John Green done that’s impressive. Whether or not he gave anyone a run for their money he is still a loser, because he LOST his matches. Now Slade Craven on the other hand.
“The Main Man” twists the dude’s wrist a little more to make sure he still has the dude’s attention.
Slade-”The Main Man” has won almost every one of his matches here in A.P.W. So why should he worry about his match with John Green?…
(sorry too drunk to finish)
