Sex & The City [O2A]

[Lilith]

It's perfect. Don't you think so? ;D

Lilith smiles brightly in her usual half-cocked sadistic way as she stares at the furry little Black & White rabbit. Currently not so Blackened, a pure White coat of fur with his ears slicked back and his long abnormal tail curled up with....

Frills.

She stares with absolute dominance and victory at Doc. The glare she receives in turn is soooo worth it.

... How did it come to this?


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2 Hours Prior
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You're going what?

I'm going shopping. I'm depressed, so I'm going shopping. It's a logical reaction.

Yes, but you are anything but in this state. I would have thought you would have gone off and had a violent excursion.

Look Doc, there are three things a woman can do when she is depressed; -- I am pretty sure there is more than thr-

She can go get drunk.

She can go have sex.

Or she can go shopping.

- .. And you are telling me to believe YOU of all people chose 'Shopping' as the winner to this problem?

Are you calling me a drunk, Doc?

... Not -quite- what I had in mind-

Lilith snaps the furry little bastard up by his long knife like ears with a fury resounding in her eyes. A little Interface with a voice chip was going to call her a slut? In her own suite? His ass wasn't paying rent. Hell there was nothing useful he could-...

.... Ah haa...

..... Say, Doc....
... Why are you looking at me like that.. ?

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Katja had returned late last night. But not a word had been exchanged between Lilith and her assistant after it. Honestly, she was in no mood for it. Katja had not helped the situation between her and Seven whatsoever. More to the point...
She didn't trust the little Russian Bitch.

Oh yes, that does look good on him.

Yes yes I am liking it. Do you have anything in... Pink?

Lilith smiles slyly and shoots Doc a sideways glance. The little Interface seemed to have an emotional output program. Cause the look of pure engagement coming out of his eyes almost sent a shiver down Lilith's spine. Ahhhh.... good shit. She hadn't been out shopping for the hell of it in a loooooooong time. She was going to enjoy this. How was it she could take Doc out into public without anyone's suspicions arousing? Welll....

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1 And A Half Hours Prior
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No- NO! You are NOT putting that on me- Oh come on Doc it'll look.... cute

SILENCE! You will put no such-- HANDS OFF OF THE TAIL!

Lilith chases the little rabbit around her suite. It was bemusing really. She had found this very breathable yet entirely seal proof kind of paint over the Internet. The compound worked very simply. It was like latex paint for animals, designed so that the fur itself was not torn or ripped from the animal for humane purposes. Lilith for the life of her couldn't understand how any company selling -PAINT- to use on -ANIMALS- could call themselves humane period, but considering Doc wasn't actually an animal, she had no sense of guilt in purchasing it.
The scuffle of his long jackrabbit like feet fill Lilith's ears with glee.

Don't worry Doc, it says it's been tested and is B.P.A free~

LIKE I CARE if it's B.P.A. free! You are NOT covering my magnifice- AHH!

Lilith had finally cornered Doc in the bathroom of her suite. She shuts the door behind her, locking it with a click and a smile. She glares down at him huddling up in the corner under the sink and between the tub. The can and safety gloves in hand. She sets them down, slowly pulling the gloves over her fingertips. She laces her fingers together and cracks them all out... slowly.

... Don't worry....

...

I'm a professional.

... Oh that's unsettling.

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With the paint on securely. And the idea of calling his extraordinarily long tail nothing more than a mere 'accessory', it was easy to disguise Doc as nothing more than an ordinary rabbit. Not even he was insane enough to break out and try talking his way out of this in -PUBLIC-. Lilith smiles as the sales clerk goes off and attempts to find something in... Pink.

... Don't worry Doc. I'm sure we can find something that fits you just fine.

A sly giggle under her breath as she sweeps her hair back behind her earlobe. Her long Blood Red hair flowed down her back, covering up most of the leather jacket she was wearing over top of one of her Laced blouses. A short vinyl skirt covers down the top portion of long silhouette stockings that tuck themselves into her heeled boots. She smiles at the rage in Doc's mechanical eyes as the sales clerk comes back with a large smile on her face.

As a matter of fact, we JUST got in this shipment of Betty-Boop styled Polka-Dot bows. Would you like to browse through the catalog to see if any match your fuzzy little friend here?

..........

... Oh... oh ho ho ho... Betty-Boop? Oh... oh yes dear me. I very much -WOULD- like to see if any from the catalog match my... fuzzy little friend here.
Doesn't that sound good to you Doc?

Lilith can barely contain herself from cracking out in full blown laughter as she, for the first time in her natural life, witnesses a rabbit cringe it's face up in bonafide murderous rage.

Awww... isn't that cute? He's smiling at the idea.

... -- !!!

.. Hah!!.. - Heh... Y.. Yes... he's so... happy.
We share a deep connection. I can -tell-.

......

~To be Continued

[Lilith]

You have to admit, it was pretty funn-

IT WAS NOT FUNNY!

Lilith snickers under her breath as Doc rattles about in his cage in the back seat of her car. Her, brand new, car. Her, still-not-officially-off-of-the-line-had-to-pull-massive-strings-to-get Audi R8 Cabriolet'. Oh, how she loved this car. The wind increases to sweep by as she and her little furry captive speed along the city streets. Dressing Doc up in horrendously ugly outfits, helped her mood dramatically She was now in the mood to shop for herself, cause she wanted new clothes. Maybe something in Pink? Hmmm.... Fuchsia might work given the current Season...
As Lilith ponders..
.. From the back seat a roar emerges.

WILL YOU PAY ATTENTION TO MY SUFFERING?!

No I'm good.

-.. !! I... WHAT KIND OF HUMAN ARE YOU!?

A very relaxed currently going fifty miles per hour and able to toss your cage over the side human.

.... !!!

Ahhhh... Silence Is Golden.

Lilith continues to watch the sights fly by for a moment. It's true she was feeling better... but she knew it was only fleeting. There's no way the entire mental compass that was out of whack could be fixed by dressing Doc up like a jackass...

.....

But new shoes might do it.

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An Hour Later -- U.N. [United Nude Terra Plana]
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Obviously, Doc was not privy to this trip. She'd brought the hood up on her, brand new, Audi. Did she mention how much she loved that car? And locked him in the back seat.
... What?

He'll be fine. There's air conditioning.

Lilith sways to and fro into the store with a delightful smile. She was quite found of the U.N. Like, this one. The real one was obviously in disarray. But she liked the... unique and modernized twists on various forms of shoes and boots here. But to business at hand. She had come today for a very specific shipment.

Ah Miss Lilith! Welcome back. We were -just- about to call you, the latest shipment of our Cup Rocks have come in. You were wanting to view those out of the line correct?

Lilith turns her attention to the sales associate with a smile. Yay. Shoes, in.

Yes that's right. Where would they be?

Follow me please.

Lilith begins trailing the woman as they pass by various forms of things Lilith wishes to buy. However, she must stay focused. This is about more than shoes. It's about-...
Wait... what? More than shoes?... Huh... I didn't think that phrase existed in the English language..

Yes, here they are Miss Lilith.

Lilith's thought process is snapped back to attention as she stares with glittering glee at the line produced before her. You know, in those shows where there's sparkling little rays of light next to a character on screen that no one else can actually see? Environment, thy name is Lilith.
She reaches down and plucks one of the Black Cup Rocks from it's display stand. Oh yes... oh yes. She runs her fingers and palm sloooowly over the side of it, caressing every buckle to be found. Yummy. She then looks to it's right, Ooooohhh... The Charcoal Version of it looked good too. Oh oh and An Ivory one too!.. Though, if Lilith is already pale she isn't sure how well Ivory boots would fit the image.. but who cares! ;D She turns around smiling at the associate while still grasping the Black Cup Rock in her hands.

I'll take one of each.

Of each color?

Yes. ;D

Right away Miss Lilith, follow me. I'll bring them right up for you.

Lilith saddenly parts with the current C.R. in her clutches. But she knows it is for a good cause, she will soon obtain them all. Mwahaha She waltzes up to the center of the store while awaiting her oh-so-to-die-for-awesomely-designed-shoes to be brought to her. Her fingers tap against the glass casing of the cashier's table, which doubles as a display case for more items within it's frosty surface, slowly - one by one. Shopping was a good distraction. Shopping would surely help mend at least SOME of her emotional destruction... right?
The sales rep meets up with her at the cash. A large cellophane bag is placed on the glass display case. Being partially see-through Lilith peers into it and sees the three boxes containing her gems. She smiles brightly s the sound of buttons clicking and clacking fills the store before the associate speaks up.

So Miss Lilith, your total today comes to $ 1, 282 dollars and 50 cents. Will you be paying by cash or cre-

Credit of course.

Lilith pulls her wallet from her blouse pocket and slowly slides a somewhat unusual looking credit card from the wallets card sleeves. She places it down on the table and pushes it forward without her gaze ever breaking the bag sitting so agonizingly close to her eyes. The associate picks up the credit card and looks at it for a moment.

Miss Lilith?

Hm?

... Why is this card Black?

Oh.. don't worry about that. Just run it through the machine, the funds are there trust me.

.. Alright.

Lilith can notice.. as could anyone if they'd been in the situation, that the sales rep was more than nervous about running a foreign object that looked like a credit card through her machine. The ways in which Lilith obtained a Black Credit Card? A story for another time. What it actually represents in and of itself? You're better off not knowing. The card is swiped, the machine registers it and a receipt comes up from the till. A brief sigh of relief leaves the sales associate as she hands Lilith back her card, and the bag Lilith had so very muchly wanted to get her hands on.

Thank you for shopping at United Nude this afternoon Miss Lilith. Would you like to place an order for a future line again today?

Hmmm... not right now. But I will call back soon for more.

Yes. See you later Miss Lilith.

Lilith waves briefly to the sales rep before sliding her Credit Card back into her wallet before popping it into her pocket. She opens the bag a little and looks down at the boxes with happiness before unlocking her, brand, new, Audi R8 and sliding into the drivers seat. She places the bag containing her new shoes in the passenger's seat, and buckles them in with the seat belt. A roar emerges from the back seat.

YOU'RE BUCKLING SHOES IN?! And yet -I-, A LIVING BEING, am tossed into the backseat?!

You don't breathe Doc. You have no Blood in your veins. Do you even have veins? Hence you're not alive. In fact there are several theories about the human body not being considered a 'body' until roughly... what was it? Like.. three weeks into labor? Or is it thirteen... or thirty? I know it had a three in it. Something about the old belief of;

'Until Blood runs through you, you are not a human'-

THAT ISN'T THE POINT!

Yes yes I understand you're lonely. Don't worry, one more stop on my list then we're heading back to the suite. You can play with Katja when we get back.

Do NOT condescend to me like I am a mere CHILD!-

After having put her own seat belt on, Lilith leans her right finger forward and hits the button for the stereo system. Drowning any complaints Doc had, out. Ahhhh... such beautiful weather today. Crisp but not too cold. Not too bright either.

Beautiful day for shopping.

~ To be Continued

[Lilith]

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2 Hours Later -- Tiffany & Co.
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Lilith had already returned to the suite, dropping Doc off. She had fun tormenting the poor furry bastard,

but this last trip was of a more serious tone. She'd changed into more formal wear for the occasion. A Black stripped

business jacket clutters itself over a white button down blouse. And a matching pair of Black stripped business slacks.

Her normal heeled boots underneath, she wasn't going to wear the Cup Rocks yet. She wanted to cherish them a bit more


But it is serious time now.

Lilith pulls up alongside the curb, parking her Audi R8 slowly before leaning back in her seat. Her glance shifts under

her, new, Gucci GG 2820 Sunglasses - Oh, did

she not mention that? Total shopping spree. She was getting reamed 8 grand off of her next paycheck anyway. May as

well make some of it count. Her glance shifts under her sunglasses as she stares at the passenger side seat. A small metal

box lay motionless. A heavy sigh and a large groan escape her. This was always something that was hard for Lilith to do. It

was a monthly routine, but it never got easier. She had already done it once in New York recently, so she knew the store

would...
But it was damn hard.

Lilith undoes her seat belt, slowly clutching the box in her hands before exiting her vehicle. Setting the alarm with the

flick of her wrist and keys before heading into the Jewelery store.

.... Hmmmm...

She gazes around for a bit before slowly taking off her sunglasses, hanging them off of her jacket's breast

pocket as she approaches the nearest clerk.

Well hello there Miss how may I help you today?

Yeah... so I usually come in about once a month and meet with Heather, is she here today?

Heather? Oh.. ohhh! You're Lilith right? Yes she said she was expecting you. She's in one of the back rooms.

Don't worry you've been flagged by our security cameras as 'Passable'. You'll be fine to get in.

.. Ah. Thanks....

Passable? Lilith ponders to herself for a moment. She didn't remember that kind of security check being

needed the first couple times she'd had this done... hm. Well, New York is New York. She passes by various customers and

sales reps, forcing a smile and short wave through the crowd before reaching the back rooming area. She walks along in

the empty hallway until one of the doors at the end of it's long stretching pathways finally opens.

Ah! Lilith. I was starting to think you weren't coming this month.

.. No. I managed to drag myself here. It's been... a hectic month to say the least.

I see I see. Well come on in then, it's easier for you if this is done quickly right?

That'd help..

Lilith slowly brings the metal box in her hands up higher in her arms as she walks into Heather's back

room. She places it down on the table in the center of the room before shutting and locking the door behind her. She

reaches into the side pocket of her jacket, removing a long Ivory colored Skeleton key. She tosses it gently in Heather's

direction before taking a long deep breath.

... Hey. I have to ask....

... ?

..... How long are you going to keep having this done? I mean.. it's pretty much a done de-

-- I'm paying for the service. I didn't think you would have an objection to a continued paycheck on the

side yes?

Lilith narrows her eyes at the woman sitting down on the other side of the table. She was not in the mood

for moral or emotional semantics at the moment. Lilith huffs out in annoyance before Heather simply nods and slides the

key into the metal box, opening it slowly. Lilith can barely cover her eyes with her fingers as the woman pulls a smaller,

much smaller, box from within it's contents.
A small... ring, box.

So... just the usual polishing and detail-

You know what to do. Clean it. Polish it. Detail it. Make it shine make it sparkle all that bullshit your

company hypes up in your ad campaigns. Slogan this slogan that. Just... just, clean... the ring.

-- Yes... I got it.

... Good.

.. It is a very beautiful ring. I can't even imagine how much it cost. If you... don't mind me asking... where...

um, was it purchased?

......

Lilith runs her palms down her face slowly. Exhaling heavily. Such a small question. A run-of-the-mill

question in this situation. But just TALKING about the ring was an emotional time-bomb. She almost whimpers out

through clenched teeth and tense fingers.

... He had it custom made...

.. Ah.. he has good taste.

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3 Hours Later
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Lilith didn't have to stay to watch the finished product. Heather had never failed. But it was part of her

ritual, part of what she felt she needed to do. She had a system in place where she never took the ring back with her after

it's cleaning. She had Heather ship it back to whatever residency Lilith was currently residing under. In this case, 1 Penn

Plaza. She'd just gotten off the phone with Katja, indeed after the cleaning had been completed, under the strictest orders

of the most extreme case of 'Rush Delivery' one could imagine -- The ring had safely made it's way... home. Lilith sighed

heavy relief as the wind continued to sweep it's way along past her as she drove. It had been a long day. A really, long day.

She could definitely use some R&R. But at the same time... she did NOT feel like heading back to the suite. In all

honesty?...
She was -still- angry at Katja for what she'd done when Seven had been at their suite. Even though she had just

trusted Katja with one of her most prized possessions in the form of her engagement ring. Lilith was not one to forget

holding a grudge.

She drives along various streets and suburbs before stopping at a small little Night Club.

Scratch that. It was fucking huge.

.. The Penthouse Executive Club is it.. ?



Penthouse. A word that sparked Lilith's egotism, jealousy, and rage. Carmella had made a passing jab that

Lilith did not have enough 'guts' to join Playboy as Gianni had. Hmph... stuck up bitch. Lilith had already turned down

Playboy AND Penthouse... but the offer FROM P.H. was something she'd considered on and off. She parks her

Audi R8 slowly, a valet arrives shortly after.

... If you scratch, my car....

Lilith slowly plucks her Gucci's from her face. Hanging them off of her jacket's breast pocket before leaning in, her face

turning up to face the young man standing before her, trapped in those run-of-the-mill ugly-as-Sin-valet outfits.

... I'm going to make sure.. it is the last thing you ever 'slide yourself into' ... do

you, understand.. me?

Y-... Yes Miss..

Lilith passes him her car keys before heading up to the entrance, security. Bouncers. Line, rep velvet rope.

Pretty. She looks up at the two men standing before her blocking the entrance to the Club.

Name?

I'm not, on the list.

.. What?

I said. My name, isn't, on the list.

.. Look lady, I don't know how you think this works. But USUALLY? You lie to us, say it IS on the

list, THEN try and bribe us to let you in.

... Uh huh.... My name is Lilith Creighton. I'm not, on the list. But I am-

A celebrity? No offense.. sweetheart. But everybody is a 'celebrity' in New York-

.. That name DOES sound familiar though.. and she does kind of look like-

-- AS I... was saying;

.. Is she insane?

I AM.. a Model for Maxim Magazine. I AM a professional entertainer under contract with

X.W.A, and I AM considering a contract with the ACTUAL.. Penthouse.

....

......

Silence. The two men break apart, letting Lilith access into the Club.

... Why thank you gentlemen.

.. No problem.

.. Enjoy your visit.

Lilith waves them off before making a bee-line through the annoying crowd of more than likely half

stoned dancers on the floor, and straight for the bar. She sits down slowly, letting out a heavy sigh before a bartender

makes her way over to Lilith's position.

Good evening. What can I get you tonight? We have a variety of-

Yes... yes. I know. But that won't be necessary. I'd like a White Russian. Double-Double. Straight. Slice of

Lemon- no actually, do you guys have any Pineapple? A Blood Orange on the side and maybe like... I don't

know, a can of Coke.

... Yes, we do have Pineapples here. If you wish to cut your drink I could just blend it-

I never said I was using the Coke to cut it.

Ah... yes. I'll get it right away.

Thanks.

A false smile emanates from Lilith as she watches the bartender trot off. She slowly runs her fingernails

along the bar's smooth and glossy counter before looking over her shoulder. Ah, live entertainment already. Hm... she's

kind of cute. Lilith sighs, hanging her head before turning her attention back to the various liquor and beer bottles

behind the counter. A half mumbled whisper escapes her.

... Things would be soooo much easier if those two would just give in.. The whole situation with Seven

wouldn't have gone bad, I wouldn't have had an impression of Little Red's knee stuck in the back of my scalp for the day it

was, and Amber wouldn't have bitched over the 'glorious' internet... but nooooo...

... Hahh... Then again...
....

It is fun chasing silly little Rabbits down their cute little holes...

That sounded naughty. Yummy.

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Robby had arrived in New York a few days ago. But you wouldn't have known it unless you were him, the pilot of the jet he flew in or the driver who was getting him around town.

No, he was playing things very incognito this offseason. This particular club was one of his favorite hotspots on the East Coast. No, all the parties weren't just down in South Beach, New York could still hold it's own after hours. Normally, Robby would be a wild man in this den of decadence, living it up in the lap of luxury.

Things were a little different now though.

Now he sat inside of the club's "Black Room", an Amaretto & Coke sitting on the table next him, reclining on a big, black couch. He just sat and watched everyone else hobnobbing, dancing, doing everything New York City socialites do. He lifts his glass and takes a sip. All it was to him now was distraction. His focus wasn't on partying. No pleasure before business is taken care of, it was just a matter of time before that business picked up.

His eyes wander around, peering at people. Peering through people. Suddenly they stop on a body he was somewhat...familiar with. The skin, the hair, the backside.

Maxim...August 2009...page 42...43...44 & 45.

That was some two page spread it was. Hard to get that out of your head. Hard also to get out of his head that he had seen this woman, not just in print, but on TV as well. Watching the Tribute To The Troops show from a hospital bed in Tuscon, Arizona, he remembered this woman being the redhead who almost won. The other one did, but she was a second away from doing the same before she was overpowered, or maybe over positioned (?) by Marisol Cardinale.

What was her name again? Lillian? Liv? No, no...Lilith. That's it.

Robby got up and took another sip of his drink, then started to maneuver his way through the people to the bar. There was a seat open next to her. Perfect. He slides onto the stool and sets the 3/4 empty glass on the counter.

Can I get another refill on this one?

"Sure thing Robby."

It was the same bartender that had service the lady he was now sitting next to. They made sure to have two back there, to cover as much ground as possible. Either way, they were pretty much on first name with him-he was a regular after all. Imagine that, a two-time XWA Champion a regular patron at an establishment with the name PENTHOUSE on it. As if he was ever a role model.

He turns to the right. She sat there calmly. Waiting for her drink. Maybe thinking about something. Robby leaned in to make sure he was heard over the music.

Funny. The bar is many things to many people, but I never thought I'd see it used as a "think tank". Normally, people kill brain cells here, not use them.

[Lilith]

I am anything but ordinary.

Lilith's self defense mechanism kick into gear before she even glances over at the appearance of a new-found face. Her Cola arrives first, she cracks it open and takes a long big swig. Long day. Caffeine needed for functionality. Her real drink arrives shortly after, she takes the Pineapple slices, one in each hand, placing on completely into her White Russian, and slowly letting the other slither its way down her throat. She begins peeling her Blood Orange before her gaze finally shifts itself to her side. Hm. Well. At least he wasn't ugly. That's a plus. Wait...

.....

Lilith leans over slowly, she narrows her gaze sharply for a moment before a short chortle of a chuckle leaves her lips.

Ah-ha... The New Era of 'Rated-R Superstars' as it were yes?.... Sex & Violence are good staples of humanity... seems most recently you were on the unfortunate end of the latter however.

Lilith pops a segment of her Blood Orange into her mouth before popping a second into her drink. She hadn't seen the last X-Games. But it was quite loud news that there was violent and vicious altercations after the show's end. Not a surprise to Lilith mind you. Boys will be boys with their toys.
Not that she'd ever had a hand in CAUSING any kind of altercation behind closed doors. No no. Perish the thought.

.. You seem to have been scarce since your last televised showing.. Mister.. Sylk. It seems I am not the only one who has... problems, with other superstars... yes?

She smiles half wryly before taking another large gulp of her Cola. She lets the fruit swirling in her White Russian slowly permeate the entirety of the drink with it's lingering notions of flavor. She slowly turns in her seat to face him before tilting her head to the side in a curious manner.

... Hm...

I may be.. new, to the 'good olde' XWA.. but last I heard, I could have sworn you had someone riding off of your coat tails... and uhm..
.. Other things....

In this past season. Where would that delightful little lady happen to be?

Lilith to be honest, wasn't sure of the validity of her information stretching back over the last year of XWA. She'd got snippets of this and that from Katja, but it didn't take a rocket scientist to at least ASSUME that someone like Sylk more than likely had a little fling. And honestly, with her current status of being in between Seven and Amber [In Lilith's mind], she was curious to see how someone else was fairing in the unforgiving landscape of 'office romances'.
Plus talking about Sex & Violence while drinking was a long time favorite past time of Lilith's.

.. Or is this more of a .. pleasurable... visit to the Grand Olde' 'Penthouse' over Business?

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["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Jenna?

Slade that is. Known also to many simply as "Baby". Anyone who followed the XWA knew that she and Robby at one point were an item. But of course, as Robby is well aware of by now, things change.

Probably partying her head off on the other side of the country, who knows?

Truth is, I haven't spoken to her since early last year. Or, to be specific, she stopped speaking to me. She was changing her ways...sometimes, I suppose to have to change who you're with in order to change who you are.

His freshly refilled glass was now presented to him. On the rocks. A clean amber brown color with those little bubble fizzling their way to the rim. Robby picks it up and introduces the drink to his lips.

Can't say I blame her either. Maybe she thought I was getting out of control. Maybe I was out of control. I was all business. Nothing else mattered except getting what I wanted.

I still haven't changed though. The only thing that's different now is what I want.

And considering what exactly he wanted, being romantically involved with anyone was probably a bad idea.

Besides, hooking up with Amber, Marisol and Fury did more for her career than anything I ever did for her. There's no way I can be mad at that.

[Lilith]

Lilith very abruptly slams her now balled up fists down onto the bar's glossy and pretty counter. Hooked up with Amb-...

... Ah... yes.. of course. The... Sensationals.. as it were...
Yes...

Meltdown averted.
Really. That obsession is getting a bit creepy.
Lilith rubs her eyes slowly for a moment. Yes, she remembered Slade. She was one of the ones in Lilith's debut match at Fort Bragg. She had never made the connection before though...

Slade.
Marisol.
Sensationals.

Hm... she takes a mental note of that. And underlines the fuck out of it considering Marisol is the one who beat her at the Tribute. Lucky fucking bitch. She takes yet another sip of her Cola, the can much lighter than it was originally. She chuckles to herself for a moment before turning her gaze back to Sylk.

Jenna is tougher than she looks. Not many people can take me kicking them in the face and get up in the same Twenty Four hour time span. It was quite impressive... she's a looker too...

.... 'The Sensationals' huh....

Lilith slowly runs her fingertips over her lips with thought. Fury was inducted into that? Suuuuuper. Cause she didn't have ENOUGH trouble trying to single out Amber before hand. If Fury, Marisol and Slade were backing Gianni...
... And Fury was the one she'd had such trifling issues with at the Gym regarding Little Re-...

....

A moment of silence as Lilith grins widely and nods to herself. Ah ha. As it were. That makes... so very much sense it is somewhat terrifying. She finishes off her Cola before letting out a small and clearly unequivocally false smile.

You cannot be serious, Sylk. You 'can't be mad at that'?... Really..

... If someone I was dating ended up leaving me because of a supposed 'big break' opportunity I would be-...

... Wait.
Lilith's left eye begins to twitch slightly under the various melancholic lights within the club. People HAVE left her for supposed 'big breaks' -- ONLY to have those big 'finds' end up being UTTERLY FUCKING USELESS. Looks like this time Lilith triggered her OWN mini meltdown. She balls her fist up once more before sliding her Cola back towards the bartender, she grabs her White Russian and takes a long strong kickback gulp of it before setting the glass down before her.

.... See things like that.. things like that....
Disgust me.

You have someone who is with you because of your looks or your fame or your fortune, and it looks like evvvvverything is going juuuust fine. You're both happy, the bosses are 'happy' because your both worth fucking millions. The sex is good, the merchandising gets boosted cause you both act as P.R. reps for one another in between cutting promos on run down stereotypical copycat whores...

And theeeeeeennnnnn...

The little bitch wins one big match. Or gets one title shot. Or one little interview goes so very well when they're full of fake smiles and insincere propaganda that they decided;

'Oh wait, I've been doing this all wrong. I can be good and pure and smile at the camera and throw my wristbands into the crowd. The kids annoy me sure but if I pretend it's all good I'll make it to the BIG TIME!'...

.....

Do you know what those kinds of people are called... Mister, Sylk?

Lilith takes another sip of her White Russian. She was furious. Not at any given situation involving Slade and Sylk. No no no. Now she was just on a full blown rant of her OWN Goddamn past in regards to relationships. And the harrowing cries upon cries of 'favoritism' and 'home-wrecking' and 'cruelty to animals' as far as certain three legged dogs go.

... Those people, are called Parasites. Insects. Worthless... spaces, of human flesh that inhabit this Planet. People who have nothing better to do than riding upon the success and physical body parts of others who are better than they.

People who are better looking. Just plain better than, or all of the above.
People like us, Mister Sylk.

.... Do you know, what differentiates us... from those below us who scratch, and claw... and try to break the so called 'Glass Ceiling'? This... myriad false belief that they have had to create in order to gloss over, to pass by our success and our achievements. They... are so very far from where we are... they've had to create this... this new found 'Status Quo'...

Do you know, what truly... TRULY... separates us, from 'them'?

Lilith gulps back the rest of her drink in a single setting. She peels back a couple more segments of her Blood Orange before letting one slither its way down her throat. As she enjoys the sensation and flavor, her mind runs rampant with hatred and furious rebellion against the 'norm'. Fuck you. Fuck them. Fuck the rules. Fuck the protocols. Fuck 'faces' and heels and fuck the bisexual wannabe 'tweeners' who don't have the courage to pick a Goddamn side. Lilith says;

Fuck you all.

... Authority.

Authority, separates us, from them. The authority we can command in the ring. Winning and losing... such trivial terms. Do you know what classifies a 'Winner' and a 'Loser' Mister Sylk? I'm sure you do. It's simple.

Whoever is left STANDING;
Whoever is left CONSCIOUS;
Whoever... is.. LEFT.

Is the 'Winner'.

The authority we command outside of the ring. I've been called many many bad names in regards to my ability to manipulate human beings because of my looks, my body. It amazes me how loud the smallest Dogs bark when in the presence of a Wolf. Does it make me a slut because I sleep with someone... I am with? Does it make me a whore because that person THEN ends up BECOMING a part owner in the company?

Does it make you a slut because the woman you were with has now left you for a group of girls, a 'Sisterhood'? I should surely hope not... you would be the most well defined 'slut' I've seen. Not many of them have a six pack of abs...
... Or is that eight?... Hm... impressive..

Because we can tear people in half with our words, because we can destroy mental barriers with ease, because we are just...
.. Simply...
Better.

That, Mister Sylk... defines us, from 'them'.

...

... Ah. And because we just look far far better overall anyway. I mean really.... I would have thought they'd of accepted this as the reality they live in by now.

Ahhh... that felt good.

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Robby could relate to a lot of what Lilith had just said. Authority? Pretty well documented the clashing with authority he's had over his career, and over someone who was supposedly to be a "face" of the company who now was an afterthought.

He had made it a point to let anyone know who he was, because who "they" were paled in comparison. He was arguably the most successful superstar in XWA history. But he had wanted more. He craved more. Success, victory, those were just bonus prizes. Robby wanted to be "the man". He wanted the respect. The fear. The power that had been shared by many backstage all for himself. Some of them were gone now, out of the big picture. But there were others. Kayn. XXL. Jon Payne. Genesis. Magnus. These were all men who commanded just as much respect, and he desired so badly to surpass them all.

Maybe, he put up his own "glass ceiling" as result. As result, he came in contact (direct in such) with those who were much more interested in the fear and the power than the respect, to where they would destroy anyone who tried to stop them.

Just like they tried to destroy him. If only they knew though that he was still standing. That he was still conscious. And that he aimed to be the only one left in either state after he was done.

There was indeed a lot Robby could relate to, really because it in a strange way applied to him...but the context of Lilith's words though, what they meant to her...was different than what they meant to him. He was different. At one point he was a lot like her. A predator. Stalking, attacking, imposing their will over any who tried to challenge them. But those days were done now.

Now, he was a hunter. Difference? A predator will strike at anything it sees as prey or enemy. A hunter's got only a few set targets it aims to strike at.

Sylk wasn't living under a rock though. As heard Lilith, he soon recollected exactly who she was. She had been in a few other places in the business as he had steadily climbed the XWA ladder. Only really aware of the extent of her career as far as what the press had reported though, he still could figure that she was her mindset for a reason.

That's all a part of the gig though. It's business. Fans want to be entertained, wrestlers want to become famous, and the suits want to make money. Only two of those things are guaranteed though, and I think you know which two they are.

As far as the other goes, you're gonna get a label put on you, no matter what. That's just the way this business is. You say or do something a certain way, and people are going to classify you however they see fit. The fans, the locker room...the freakin' front office...everyone.

But...you know...you did have some dirty dealings going on back in the day. I can remember a whole lot of shit being slung by you and your "compadres". I also remember hearing that you rocked a couple of beds in a certain...manner. Mixing business with pleasure is some dangerous territory to walk. You can't expect for anybody to not put a label on that kind of stuff.

[Lilith]

Hahaha... ahhhh yes...

You'd be amazed how much -even today- people still claim I 'stole' people places and things. It's lovely. I 'stole' husbands and boyfriends. I 'stole' companies and legacies. I 'stole' respect and honor.

... What pathetic insinuations...

If I was able to 'steal' a husband or boyfriend from another woman... does it make me the one truly at fault? I don't want to blur the lines of sexism here Mister Sylk...

But if the man was willing enough to drop everything... and one, he was involved in, and take me as his... companion...

Lilith brings her index and middle fingers together, tapping them down on the counters glorious surface. Refill. She wanted more. She was enjoying this. It had been quite a while since she'd been able to rant. Of course Lilith herself didn't classify it as 'ranting', more of 'preaching the truth'.... You know;

Church'd.

.. Then is it not also the scorned woman's fault for not... doing, her job.. well enough?
How am I to be blamed if her husband or boyfriend, fuck buddy or lapdog, whatever you wish to call them... how am I to be blamed if they pick someone who is... vastly, superior, over some... thing, that has grown tiresome and boring. Dull... and annoying.

It's -MY- fault because I'm more attractive?
It's -MY- fault because I'm better in bed?
It's -MY- fault because I'm better in the ring?

And it's -MY- fault because while with me, the men in question actually had more SUCCESSFUL careers than with... 'her'? Don't get me wrong. I'm not claiming I 'made' them. No no... but we did help one anothers' social standing out. I benefited from being with them, as they with me. It was like... a pleasurable siphon system.
.. Did I have feelings for them during this? Of course I did.

I am not some cold blooded harpy to be felled by flaming arrows of jealousy and anger, bitterness and revenge. If the women I have 'scorned' wish to do something more than bark and bite at my heels because they cannot reach my face...

Then they can come get me.

Lilith tilts her head to the side in enjoyment as her second White Russian appears before her. She swirls the drink's contents with a segment of her remaining Blood Orange before taking in a soft sigh and letting out a arrogant huff shortly after. A bemused smile creeps it's way across her lips as she slightly turns her head to Sylk.

... As far as me... 'rocking the boat through beds'... as some have called it...

Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

Lilith laughs out loud from the bottom of her Heart. Oh how she enjoyed the 'glory days'. You cannot imagine how fun it was to stir the pot with a dead man's stick before beating the lot of them over the head with it.

... It's not my fault I was better at fucking with people's heads then they. I did not 'sleep my way to the top'. I slept with someone, who BECAME, the top. And since I was in tow, I.. was reigning over it, with him. It's not as easy to be at the top as it seems... something you yourself are fully aware Mister Sylk.

Do not get me wrong, I did not mean to imply I 'hate' those who bark about me. On the contrary, the more they whine... they complain, scratch and claw at a 'Ceiling' that only exists in their own weakness...

The more they hate me. The better I become.
The more they want me. The better I am for it.

The more... they Lust after me... The more...

.....

I deserve, it.

Lilith smiles wryly as she pulls the segment out of her drink, slowly sucking it through her softly crimson painted lips. She enjoyed things she'd been through. She hated things she'd been through. But one facet that remained through out it all was very clear. She'd...
Survived.. things, she'd been through. All of the mud, all of the tar, all of the hate and all of the vengeance. All of it. Had done...
Nothing.

To Lilith Creighton, but make her the one thing everyone who was against her, wished her to never... ever.. be.

Famous.

I am, famous, because of those people. They ended up becoming stepping stones. Everyone who believed I lied and cheated my way to the top, the lot of them... are gone now. Those who believed I slept my way to the top without remorse in my supposed 'Heartless ways'.. half of them, are no more. And the other half?... Hah..

.... Who even pays attention to the other half?

I am, who I am. And I get paid for it. I get paid to show off my looks. I get paid to show off my Rage inside of that ring. My Fury.. no pun intended. I get paid for it all.

I cannot see a downside to having been in the center of 'Controversy' Mister Sylk. I am many things;
I am The Kiss Of Death.
I am Not Only Better Looking, But Just Plain Better.
I am The One & Only... Lilith, Creighton.

And I am... as some have labeled me since coming into the 'wonderful' foundation of XWA...

The Queen Of Controversy.

Hm... I kind of like that come to think of it. Royalty, always a nice fit.

The difference between me, and 'they'.. Mister Sylk. Is these are not 'Self-Proclaimed' titles... I have EARNED... these. 'They'... can bark and bite at the coat tails of others... but if they believe that I am 'lesser than'...

'They';
Can promptly bite my Perfectly Toned Ass, Mister Sylk.
I am sure you yourself have had similair situations in this business. Do not misunderstand, I -LOVE- this business... I simply...

Hate those who reside in -MY- Realm of it.

Lilith takes a sip from her drink slowly. Hm... not bad. She did kind of enjoy the titles she'd accrued over the years. It's amazing how no matter you can be hated and despised, if you do a good enough job of it? You will always... be remembered.
Plus, she looked DAMN good doing it. So really... Win-Win for Lilith

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Queen of Controversy, huh? Heh Heh...guess you must've listened to that radio show this afternoon too. That's exactly what Genesis referred to you as. Seeing as he's the "King"...no, "Myster Controversy" in all his glory, to get props like that from a guy like him means you must be doing something right.

He laughs at the coincidence of some of Lilith's words. Great minds do think alike, don't they? Robby takes a few more sips of his drink.

I don't think there are too many guys out there who'd decline an offer of your companionship. Don't blame the dudes one bit. If anybody had a problem they should have done what needed to be done to get their house in order.

Another sip. This conversation was becoming quite interesting. The woman had a lot of fire in her...which can be both good and bad of course, but never dull.

But you know what, all that you just said is exactly why I can't be mad at Jenna. What she did, wasn't just a personal thing. It was a career decision. At least, that's what I convinced myself to thinking. Before, she was my girl. My arm candy. Just one more way to make everyone jealous. But now, she's become a legit competitor, and as you said yourself, quite a good one at that.

She did what she had to do, just like you did...and she's benefited from it. Who I am to be selfish about that? She did her, and she did good, same like you did you, and for a while you did good. Real good. People are gonna say whatever, but in the end, you got what you wanted out of it, right? That's all that really counts, isn't it?

Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.

[Lilith]

Ah yes... 'Myster'.. Controversy. I respect Genesis... I'm sure one of the reasons is because his very use of the word as a name tramples on that blasted book...
But he also did something I cannot. He suffered fools well.

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Lilith runs her fingers back through her Blood Red hair slowly, letting the mane flutter along her fingertips before letting it drop sharply from her gently grasp. Indeed. Lilith had a severe problem dealing with...
Idiots.

It's one of the reasons she'd gotten so much 'flack' over the years for popping off on anything with a pulse. Long before it was 'cool' to be a loud mouth, or 'hip' to be 'against the grain'. Lilith and others like her, were verbally running superstars into the ground so hard they ended up crying or quitting the company altogether. It was a simpler time, a good time.
A better time.

She raises her empty glass slowly, 'toasting' those who had 'fallen' with a smirk and a giggle.

... After all.. Death to WCW yes?.... My God...

How did he survive that horrid abortion of a 'company'.... 'The New Blood'... hah.. whatever keeps you comfortable at night Chris.

It was not a secret that Lilith had been involved in the 'War' back in the day. Behind the scenes, and out in front of them, mudslinging between corporations. One of the sources of her antagonism during that event, was 'TNB'. But she had deemed it so.... very, worthless...
That the majority of her slinging headed towards VWE...
Before she eventually defected to it years later. Go figure. It would prove interesting to Lilith's own perception of Realities in the future... to see how she would handle having Lionheart as the General Manager in XWA. Hmph..

Yes.. I suppose you can view what Slade did as such... I personally would still be mad mind you. It's one thing for ME to do something... I mean, it's -ME-... but if someone ELSE did it TO me... you know, if someone was stupid enough to ever try it once more....
I'd have to drain them pint for pint of my mental suffering upon their eternal idiocy.

Lilith orders yet another refill. She was moving farther and farther away from 'Depression' and closer and closer to 'Anger'. It wasn't Sylk himself, or even what he represented as far as the Men's Division was concerned. It was the fact that she'd remembered such awful situations as dealings with people like;
'Her'.

Hmmm... indeed. As long as one obtains what they are after.... there is rarely a price they won't pay. I know what I want... very clearly...

Lilith firmly wraps her fingers around her glass as the bartender fills it up slowly once more. The soft barely audible sound of the liquor being poured into her glass fills her ears. Along with the sounds of the club revolving in it's own little World around her and Sylk. She knew very well what she wanted... she wanted Revenge.
She wanted Vengeance...
... She wanted the Lust of it all. As it all orbited Amber. As it all encircled the 'Jewel' of XWA. A pedestal not unlike the 'Icon' of VWE. A pedestal Lilith had proven in the past...

You can be toppled from.

... I have my sights very firmly set... and I will... have it. It's not as simple as someone spouting off about 'what I want I will have' no... no no no no...
No.

I... will... obtain.. it. I will... taste it. I will... touch it.. and feel it... and grasp it in my fingers. In my palms. I will let it KNOW... who I am. Who it is to become FOR... me.. and I will let it follow all of this knowledge from me..
... Because I... will....

Become it's 'God'.

Lilith states it so matter of factly. Most people would have sounded insane trailing off on the path Lilith just set down with her tongue. Then again. Part of Lilith may indeed have come off as such. She didn't care. She needn't have too. She knew what she was capable of. She knew the stones that lie before her way to reaching her goals. She just needed the last pieces to fall into place before...

She could strike.

A soft sip of her drink as she peels off another segment of her Blood Orange, she pops it into her mouth slowly before her teeth seize down on it's oh so soft and juicy flesh. Not unlike her -Goal-. Her eyes drift back to Sylk.

... And I assume you yourself have targets now.. Mister Sylk. I have not met a man in this industry who would not crave a measure of Vengeance after your... altercation at the X-Games yes?[/center][/font]

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

My situation's a little...complicated.

He in essence was after the same thing she was. Vengeance. Payback. But the ironic part of this is that before, he thought himself as the hunter. The more he pondered his current situation, and what would come of it when certain individuals learned he was back "on the grid", the more he felt he would be more the prey. Like the fox being set out into the field to be hunted down by hounds.

Her intent sounded like it was focus on one specific person. His intent was set on many, and going into a firefight outmanned certainly does make things complicated. That's part of the reason he laid low. He knew that Blackheart was still investigating what happened. He knew she wanted to know who was responsible so she could hang their heads in front of her castle, like she had done to so many others who crossed the line.

He wanted to be the one doing the hanging though.

Going back to what I said about business & pleasure, this is none of the above that I've got planned. It's all personal. I'm walking some dangerous ground myself right now, but if I go down again, you better believe I'm taking a few people with me.

[Lilith]

Going down in a blaze of glory.. is it...
... That's a little bit passe now don't you think, Mister Sylk?

Lilith runs her fingertips over the rim of her glass slowly. Going down while dragging others with you was... definitely something she herself had done in the past. And from doing so.. she knew it didn't exactly always work out as planned. Then again she had no exact personal stake in his business. So her own advice was somewhat on the limited scope. Her eyes glance sideways at Sylk before she huffs out softly in almost delight.

... Then again, if you're going to do anything, you may as well do it right yes? I don't know who or.. what, was responsible for putting you down Mister Sylk...

The news that had come in about the altercation after X-Games was anything but 'PG'. Certain elements had been left out and distorted she was sure, but from the sounds of it. Sylk.. got fucked up. Badly. And that was something Lilith could identify with. It doesn't matter if you're on the 'Good' or 'Bad' side of a getting fucked up. It always ends badly.
Either for you.
Or for 'them'.

... My only piece of advice for your situation.. is to keep it a personal, affair. I do not know Carmella that well... but I know her well enough.. from personal experience... that she views the company as a whole more important than any one 'Head' of it's necks. It doesn't matter what you've accomplished, and how many times you've accomplished them either... impressive as the list may be. I've no doubt, Blackheart will put the 'welfare' of her 'company' above your Revenge.

...

And we can't have that now can we.. Mister Sylk?

She had definitely had a penchant for anger towards Blackheart after their altercation in the bitch's office after the 'Tribute'. Not to mention a general distaste for any female who in anyway shape or form had more 'Authority' than she herself did. So really, all guns firing in terms of her hatred for Blackheart. Lilith peels off the last segment of her Blood Orange before popping it into her mouth slowly. Enjoying the sensation of her teeth carving through it like a hot knife cleaving it's way through butter. She picks up her glass for a moment, looking at the liquid still within it's surface. Her eyes almost mesmerized as she mumbles out softly.

... I have no respect for that woman.

....

I don't care what she's done. I don't care who she is. I don't care who she's sleeping with... I don't care if she's the boss, I don't care if she -THINKS- she's the Queen;

I.. just don't, care.

So please, Mister Sylk... should you require any information or assistance regarding anything whatsoever going on under the Blackhearted bitch's radar....

You let me know.

Lilith smiles as her attention never leaves her glass. She slowly takes a long drawn out sip, a gulp before setting the empty glass down on the counter slowly. She gets up from her seat with grace, swinging her left leg out before her right. She tussles her hair about for a moment before unclipping her sunglasses from her breast pocket and sliding them back over the bridge of her nose.

... I am glad you have no ill will to wards your 'Baby'.. Mister Sylk.

Lilith turns slightly, resting her hand on her seat, trailing her fingertips across the material before bringing them up to meet her lips. Dragging them in a methodical and bemusing way downward before snapping off a small Cheshire grin.

.. I would hate for you to consider me an 'enemy' so soon after meeting me...
Once I'm through with her.

Lilith props her sunglasses up, adjusting them with her index and middle fingers as she turns from her seat and the bar counter slowly. The bartender behind it calling out after her.

Wait a second! You haven't paid for your drinks Miss!

That is alright. Mister Sylk will be picking those up for me. After all..
He's a gentleman. Aren't you, Mister Sylk?

Lilith turns her head back, a larger more deviant sized and styled Cheshire smile creeps it's way onto her face. Interesting. Very interesting. The Sensationals? They include Slade and Fury? Interesting. She blows a half hearted kiss at Sylk before snapping her gaze away just as quickly and begins making her way back to the entrance. Her hips swaying in the breeze so to speak as she does so. Ohhhhh... she would be using this information very very shortly to cause many many problems...
It was amazing how much Lilith missed the subtle intrigue of Mind Fucking someone instead of just catching them and making them submit. It's so SO much more... gratifying...

...

When you make them break on their own.

A tilted glance down as she adjusts her sunglasses once more, her smile almost seeming to radiate it's antagonistic intent as she sails clean through the people on the dance floor and makes her exit.
She had things to do now. Oh yes... very interesting indeed...
Yummy.

["The R*" Robby Sylk]

Robby takes one final, gulping swig of his drink as he turned around to see Ms. Creighton's exit. You know you hate to see a woman that looks like her go, but you love watch them leave.

He spins back to the bar and reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. He sets down a clean 100 dollar bill under his glass before he gets up from his seat.

There, that should cover both of us and a tip for both of you. Never say I don't know how to treat the ladies.

That might very well be the only thing that hasn't changed about Robby over the last few months. As far as Lilith goes though, that was a woman with "intentions". How far they went was yet to be seen, but her words, her offer, was in the save box in Robby's head. One way or another, she was one who needed an eye kept on her, and not in the atypical "she's totally bangable" way of keeping an eye on her.

One way or another also, this was looking like it was going to be a season unlike any that's come before.

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