#ccsemberclub

"I know, it's not healthy. " She sighs "But we never know how long we're going to be ourselves in this world and while I know I'll recycle, I'd kind of like to have the full benefit of this grump experience. You know, spoil my son's kid rotten, then leave him with the clean up. As it stands, Iv'e been wondering about maybe..."

There's a knock at the club door besides this being closed currently

He glances at CC and rises to check the door, making a stop for something at the host stand.

The african american man before him is wiry, that is, too well muscled to be scrawny, while his voile is a nice suit... it becomes a true pimp suit in the voile. Even under that hat, there's a sense of mutliple eyes, and the light bristles here and there indicate further this is a Spider Pooka. At least, that's what it looks like through the peeping hole

"Yeeee...." a low noise of alarm. "Are we expecting anyone, Dearest?"

"Beyond the staff for practice, no. I take it you aren't either?"

"No." Seriously. "Do go watch from the office, Dearest?"

"As you'd like" she demures, and goes. There are times she might surprise him by acquiescing instantly. Perhaps she does it in part to surprise him. But she also trusts him.. and that warms his heart. Ah, True love it conquers.. oh not now!

He pinches himself and puts a hand on his hidden weapon before cracking the door open. "We are closed, I fear. "

"This is because I'm BLACK, isn't it?" Nec says "Yo man, I'm trying to keep the slap out of my tongue, and that aint like easy for a gangster on American's most wanted such as my own damn self. But I want to talk to the lady... and.. sides" He lowers his shades and looks at the boggan with at least eight eyes, "Ain't we both been working hard to get folks past walls o late? Got enough pennies in my taint to make it worth yo time"

He knows about the asylum seekers. Whoever this is.

"Hm." Another long moment and the boggan moves to allow him in.

"Name's Kanye Kutakente Wakanda.. but my hos all call me Necropsis" He says

And THAT clicks. Oakland.. Desolation. Worked with that sluagh fellow at one time. NOW associated with Fenix.

"Ah. Yes, I see. How can I help you?"

He wanders in "I told you man, we gents of the world, but we aint 'nothing without our bitches. I wanna see yours toot sweet, it all about herfavorite nephew.. Tantalust"

"I'm afraid I don't know the name...." mildly, with no move from the door.

"Sure you do,, man was pimp... but he took the noble art of selling ass to a dark place... hail hydra and shit"

"You bring word from him?"

"No, fool. I don't work for losers what get their asses spanked like that just . I went into grumphood with both balls intact unlike his envious crazy ass. Now... where is CC?"

A mighty eyebrow lift. "-Miss- CC."

"Asshole, you got no idea how sweet and lo I'm being right now... I got a condition, dig?" He says "But ..." his eyes drift to the weapon, "Seeing as you packing, I'll try really hard not to offend your saintly sensiblities by calling her a bitch. Might have some words regarding you though. You want buziness or not?"

"We will see." He leaves the door and heads for the bar. "Miss CC is everywhere."

Nec looks around, "You don't fucking say? I hear religion can be a god damn comfort"

"Mmm." He mixes martinis with a well practiced hand

"So she special to you? like in, when she needs her oil changed, you her favorite dipstick?" Probing...proding.

A practiced eye. Only one. "Try that boon with me again and I will feed you one of your own legs. Roasted. You are not the only one here with venom or experience using it."

"Shit man... like you aint' gonna check the web when I do meet her? See how I relate on the food chain to her... spare me your jive ass two faced ness. I know enough about you to know you about as honorable as I am. Two knights in gawdamn armor" But he does take one of the martinis "But you know what? Here's to dick measuring... the hos whine about it, snark about it... but when you dont' do it for em? MAN do they giet miffed. I can respect you flapping yours out for yo squeeze. Pussywwhip marks the sign of a real man" ANds he toasts and drinks.

Hoofsteps come out, "Got a martinie for me?" CC says sauntering over.

A thin smile. "Let me get you a fresh one, coming right up." He dumps and washes the shaker and makes more. "Necropsis has come to see you."

"Thank you, darling" She says, sauntering, swaying over to Necropsis, "mmm..." A look at him, "You're a bit of real steel inside a joke aren't you?"

"You wanna see my rod?" He leers.

He watches narrowly.

"You're actually trying to not call me slurs so not to ruin whatever deal you've got, and so you don't anger my man by calling me a bitch or whatever? Mmm one problem with that" She moves closer.

"the problem being it don't go against my nature at all?" He looks over her.

She smiles, coos, and SLAPS Him.. sending his face side ways

"No, the problem is I don't like you calling HIM names any more than he'd like you calling me names. Get a grip and do not assume for one minute you get slack from both of us if you act poorly in our house to EITHER Of us? 'ya dig?" then she smiles "Now that we're even, we can talk."

EBG is moving around the bar toward them.

Nec rubs at his cheek and does say a few things... but as he's muttering them, CC seems to let them slide.

"Well, I suppose I should mind my elders" he says, "They aint' long for this world. We EVEN now? FUck... you a seelie?"

EBG an arms length behind him.

CC gives EBG a look, a soft shake of her head not to..do anything abrupt.

"Hey, teletubby. I can see you behind me.. spider, remember? I just want to trade Damn youalaluptitight"

He waits, watching.

"Fine.. if your lies require you to be insulting, you may refer to me as Miss Trollop, and that is Gentleman Scallywag" CC seems to consider the past slights done. She got her slap in , all even.

"Speakedeengish?" Nec says then snorts "Fine. I be wanting the cane from your great great cousin tanty pants"

"oh that? The one that enhances chicanery? Mmm what would you pay for it?"

Nec reaches into his pocket

A soft noise behind him.

"Easy, Fisk. It's a money clip" He pulls out his wallet slowly, and shows her.