Los Angeles: Blood Moon - ❌💀🟩ch10-sinners-nest

Chapter 10 Location: club "Asylum Players: @Father. Michael O'Brien (Liam) Father Michael ST: @!Yr Hyennaes (Tash/Kris/Agnes) Previous scenes: #❌💀🟩сh9-a-sacred-place

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@Father. Michael O'Brien (Liam) who starts

Michael gets out of the taxi he had managed to ring. Looking up at the large building he gulped. He turned and paid the driver giving him a little tip along with it. He had decided not to try and disguise who he was wearing a simple dark pea-coat over his black shirt and white collar. He glanced out onto the street the dinner across the road, some lunatic carrying a placard referencing the end of days. Some building on the otherside of the street with a pink neon sign referencing boxing. He turn heading under the archs. He walked up to the doors of the suspected club, The Asylum, still a strange feckin' name. He thought. Pushing the doors open he entered, as he walked it dark club he heard the music pulsing in his ears. Turning to the left as he made his way noticing the bar right infront, he walked towards it. okay nothing crazy yet, we're good. Might actually be a good night, couple of drinks get a donation. Sorted. he glanced over to his left and that's when he saw the club open up. Individuals in gasmasks, long slit dresses, others with wild dyed hair, leather and a multitude of various states of undress. For any other Priest he would have had to cross himself several times over...for Michael he simply grinned with a slightly raised eyebrow, "Giggity," was all he could utter before heading to the bar and beckoning the bald bartender over to him. (edited)

The club indeed was pretty regular for such kind of places. The barmen - huge and covered with tattoos head to (he would bet) toes came closer. - What can I get you tonight? - He seemed not surprized, maybe just thought the guy have decided to choose a kinky roleplay costume.

Michael gives the man a pleasant little smile looking the tattooed Barkeep up and down. "I don't suppose you do cocktails no? I fancied a little cosmopolitan or a strawberry daiquiri...shame." The priest leans slightly forward to try and make it easier for the bartender to hear over the music. "I'm here to see a Miss Voerman, my eloquently tattooed and shiny headed friend. Do you know if she's about at all?" Michael presents the man with a large toothy smile as he tilts his head slightly looking like a harmless choirboy.

The bartender got closer to a man: - I do cocktails... - he looked at the guest, - Voerman? Jeanette made you wear that I assume? He chuckled. - What cocktail do you want? - Seemed he tried to get anything out of his visit still.

The Priest kinda stood there for a moment blinking in suprise at the bartenders response. "Huh...strawberry daiquiri then please." He glanced down at his attire slightly confused. Jeanette, I could have sworn...ah forget it, Ester must have just got the name confused. He reasoned with himself. "Well it was more my idea yenno...gotta show the client I'm all business." He winks back at the bartender, completely missing what was going on and oblivious to the error made.

- Uh-huh, - he dtopped ironically and put some other but similar cocktail on the counter. - You will need that I guess or she will make you drink anyway. She's on he 2nd floor. He still didn't believe that priest is an actual priest. That would be some kind of a nonsence

The Priest took hold of the glass and raised it slightly with a grin. "Thanking you my good man..." He paused at the man's comments tilting his head slightly. "She'll make me...ah, second floor I got you thankyou." Raising his glass again the priest turned looking at the cocktail he sniffed it and shrugged taking a small sip. okay okay so second floor...free drink, and already making friends good night so far. Michael made his way past the weird leather clad and spikey individuals dancing as he headed for the second floor.

- Hey! - The bartender called the priest, - you're not my girl to get this cocktail for free you know?

The priest slowly turned around and smiled "awk I'm sorry buddy completely forgot, honest." He walks back towards the bar taking a couple of notes out of his pocket and placing them on the bar "All square buddy? Can I go see your boss now?" He grins and winks at the barman. (edited)

The barmen waved his hand in "All good, go" gesture and let Father Michael go to the elevator. The trip up was extremely short. There was just one door at a little corridor, so there was not possible mistake about getting to a wrong place. If there was - Michael already was there for some time..

He took another sip of the drink as he made it up to the second floor, he looked around as the elevator stopped..."woah they really needed a lift for that, bloody yanks. Laziness pure laziness coulda easily threw a couple of stairs up." He walked down the hallway towards the door. love the red really goes with the whole creepy gothic weirdo vibe, couldn't have gone for a nice eggshell blue or a lavender. He chuckled at his own thoughts. He placed the drink on a small table and straightened his clothes, making sure his hair was in place, he was going for the whole Religiously rugged look. He picked the drink back up and knocked on the door.

- Who is there?! - He heard young woman's voice from another side of the door and steps followed getting closer. He could bet the woman just stopped at the door there waiting for an answer.

"Erm...well the beginnings of a bad joke I suspect." The Priest coughed cleaning his throat taking another sip of the drink after he did. "Would ya' believe me if I said a Priest...and not a lost one either?"

- Intriguing! - He heard the joyful voice and the door opened. Michael saw a nice young woman with two pony-tails hairstyle and way slutty outfit showed part of her red underwear. - Oh... my... God... Oups! sorry Father I so sinned, - she giggled, letting him in. - Never thought this kind of a man would come to my little sinful lair, - she talked slow, seductiva and definitely joyful. Damn. A Priest. How sexy it was!

Michael had to take a moment as he was again sipping the drink and when the door opened his eyes went wide causing him to nearly choked on the straw. "Holy...Catholic...school..girl!" He coughed some more trying to hold himself together. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again checking it wasn't an illusion. He quickly closed them again, oh heavenly father, I don't know what I did but whatever it was...I promise I'll do it several more times if yer keep givin' this kinda reward, I swear. He nodded politely at the woman in the outfit. Slightly biting his lip. "Yeahhhh...mmmmm...holy fuck I'll take yer confession alright...huh? Wait, sorry did I say that out loud. My apologies." He tries to take another sip of his drink playing it cool, but misses the straw completely. It nearly jabs him in the eye as he just stares. "Honestly neither did I...have to admit, erm nice colour scheme, I mean the room, not your underwear...erm not that I...was lookin' or anythin' I mean...Hi..." The priest closes his eyes again a he tries to control his breathing, taking deep breaths as he does before he opens them again. "I'm...Father...O'Brien...pleasure...to...make your acquaintance." (edited)

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The girl's green eyes were carefully approaching every his clumzy gesture. She smirked crearly understanding what is it he must have felt right now and it made her even little more happy. The smirk turned to a grin as soon as he started talking. - Of course you will! - she laughed, - What a marvellous surprise! The universe can be so interesting, - she looked Michael in the eyes jokingly, - or is it the God who let you here, m? A great pleasure it is... Or will be. We'll see, - she grinned. - I'm Janette, but you can call me 'whatever you want'.

The priest Blinked a couple more times at the woman as he tries not to stare at the two very visable assets she possessed. It seemed more of a challenge than he originally thought, he looked up to the ceiling as he spoke to the big man upstairs. I thought you were meant to be good at this whole temptation shite? Yenno lead me through the valley and all that, right now I can only see one valley at its at the center of this girls cleavage. As she spoke Michael looked back down at her somewhat suprised she was still paying him any attention as he argued in his mind. "What you...you'd really like...erm confession...Miss I'm not even sure I have the moral fortitude to be able to take your confession without bursting into flame meself." He coughed clearing his throat. "It is a rather Marvellous suprise indeed...yes the universe is an interesting auld place yer never know what yer may bump into...I mean who..." while saying this he gestured to her chest realising what he was doing he raised his finger higher. "If god led me here miss I have servere doubts of his seriousness behind the whole celibacy for men of the cloth rule and how seriously he seems to be taking it right now. But Im sure its a great pleasure to meet you too." The man visably gulped at the next part "whatever I want?...no bad Michael stop it. I think we will stick with Janette for now miss." He smiled nervously. (edited)

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- You're afraid to burn, oh, it won not be a fire from hell, or we can call firemen. Even more fun! - She changed the voice on the last phrase for very high from excitement. - Oh well then. Come in, comfort yourself! She walked closer to the mirror to check if she looks alright. The room was tiny. A few units of average furniture, a big three-leaved mirror and a huge immodest lover-type bed. - So what led you here? Father... Michael, - she still made fun of his actual rank.

"I'll grab me hose then..." He laughed before realising what he said. "I mean me hose, hose like a fireman not me...other...hose...is it hot in here or is it me." Walking further into the room Michael glanced around at the decor. Nodding to himself as he sipped on the drink he help taking a seat on the first chair like bit of furniture he could find. Purposefully avoiding the bed. He cleared his throat laughing too at his rank being used. "Well I erm...I was told that yerself was having an art exhibition, religious paintings and all and well I run a wee church in the neighbourhood and was wondering...well some of the donations from the exhibition, or even a charitable donation from yerself, maybe towards the renovation of my wee church, would keep me in the area a lot longer I suppose." He pleasantly smiled at her happy with his sales pitch giving the right amount of cute lost priest vibes.

Jeanette was entertained indeed and giggled at Father's confusion. But it changed right away as he mentioned the gallery. - I don't organise the exhibition. My sister Therese does. Actually I am not even sure these people will send a penny to the ones needed. Do you know what I mean? - She shrouded. - This double-dealing bitch never could help anyone's trouble! - She started to sound like a little capricious girl. - I just want to see that Gallery burnt!

Michael tilted his head slightly, The happy go lucky exterior has changed boyo. Soon as she mentioned her sister, bit like yours huh? He kept his thoughts to himself. "So you have nothing to do with the exhibition? Therese does...your sister" Grand wrong feckin' girl! "Your not? Feck I was really hopin' it would get me out of a bind yer see." He looked up at the girl from his seated position. "So from wha' yer sayin she'd sell me down the swany too aye? feckin' great and here I thought I could get a wee bitta charity. guess yer get nout for nout in this world hey?" At the mention of burnin' the Gallery Michael raised his eyebrow slightly, trying not to look to concerned at the now positively assessed crazy stripper arsonist. "Well I wish I could help ya with your wee family issues yer seem to be havin' I have a sister like tha' right wee bitch, well I have several but yenno...Irish, large family tha' craic, anyways she's always thinkin' she's better yenno, apple of me father's eye, I feel for ya. But I need cash love an' if I can't get it from yerself an' from the sounds of it yer sister will more than likely sell me down the river im pretty fucked. Shame really used to be handy with a wee petrol bomb here and there." Micheal showing his more shrude side decided to slip that in, so what, not like he might as well not try. where else was he going to get the money from. Show a bit of empathy. He was used to faking it enough by now, mention his sister...yes, she was a spoiled bitch but throwing her under the bus, working in his favour sometimes. Atleast he didn't have to deal with them anymore or his older brothers. But at this point he was willing to try anything and everything atleast so he hadn't wasted the journey. (edited)

- Oh-h, - she narrowed her brows with the sympathy grimace, she really felt something in common family related, - It's bad thoughts but somites I just think better I was the only child and she was dead... - she sighed. - I'm so sorry duckling, but really I could give you just the coins. If you could make anything so this event was totally broken, I am ready to give you the money. Not maybe that much as they would collect from poor people's pockets, but a good one, I promise. She made a pause thinking: - Maybe even mo-ore. Depending how sinful you are, - she tilted her head.

Michael played with the drink in his hand he at the sentiments. "I've been there sister. Well here looks like it did turn into a wee bit of a confession huh? Listen one good thing about havin' her about, if she was dead...you'd have no one ta' prove wrong would ya hey?" Looking up the priest tilted his head slightly, he blinked at the woman stood infront of him. "Well, I couldn't possibly suggest the holy mother church would condone such actions...but...I suppose the ends justify the means, after all Friar Tuck helped Robin Hood steal from the rich to feed the poor didn't he?" The priest glanced at the woman looking her up and down. "Watcha mean Sinful?...not puttin' the milk back in the fridge sinful or..." the young man took a rather large gulp from his drink wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

- Very... very sinful, - she touched the white collar with the tips of her fingers and giggled, - anyway, if you don't sin there will be nothing to confess about, right Father? The last word sounded different, like she saw someone else on Michael's place. - The thing is - I know my sister is a bitch, - she made a pseudo-sad expression, - anyone who knows her would tell you that. Therese is not an angel she pretends to be. So let's not talk about her. Just tell me how you can help me there in the gallery, and we'll check how much sin can your soul bear.

Glancing down at his collar the woman so freely played with the priest gave a nervous smile. "Oh very sinful? we...well that's my speciality..." as she continued the young mans eyebrow raised slightly. Ah, Grand daddy issues and they don't sound like the fun kind. "Absolutely took the words right out of me mouth..." His mind raced again, Praise be to god that's the only thing this loon'll take outta me mouth. Oh, Jesus yer looked didn't ya? stop it stop staring at her chesticles ya eejit, play it cool. Michael looked back up from the safe spaces attached to the womans chest. "Huh? oh aye, well might have to bring her down a peg or two can't have fallen angels running around the place now can we, not after the last time. I think I can get some fuel together...maybe a device or something, happened to learn a few things in Belfast as a boy and well just lob it in there and...your a wizard Harry. Though it has to be when the place is shut. I dont wanna be hurting folks that didn't deserve it now." (edited)

- Oh... the fire is way too loud... Maye a little sabotage with the inside content would be great. Steal or destroy the art... - She blinked a few times hat looked so innocent.

Michael chuckle to himself leaning back on the chair. Scratching his bearded chin at the notion being presented to him by the puppy dog eyed lunatic now infront of him. "Sabotage...well I suppose now yer talkin' my kinda crazy...the great art heist of Santa Monica hey? Well if stealin' some fancy pictures will help the church, ya can just call me the Pink Panther!" Maybe Preacher...pink Preacher...Pink Priest, no that sounds to much like a cocktail ta' me. He thought as a large devilish grin formed on the man's face. "So where can I stash 'em till the exhibitions over?...and do ya think yer can swipe the key off ya good auld sister dearest?"

- Oh I think I will be able. She always keeps that keys somewhere close, or I think I could just try and speak with the guard there. The gallery is empty yet but I will know when it will be ready to be open, - she winked.

Michael smiles standing as he extends his hand. "Then I believe we have an accord my dear, yer let me in however you like, I'm sure you can be very persuasive when yer want. I'll grab them pretty pictures when the times right and ya can watch yer sis, get all grumpy an' mad over her little night bein' ruined. Then I get the money for the church, yerself gets to feel superior and gloat to yer sister that not only did yer not loose all them paintings but yer also made an investment in the local area for a good cause. If I didn't know yer better I'd say yer'll come aff lookin quite the Saint." The priest gave a mischievous grin returning the wink. (edited)

- I have a better proposition, duckling, - she smiled, - if you want you will be able to sell the paintings, - I won't have a use of them, - she waved her hand, suddenly showing on the picture of the father and two siblings.

Tilting his head slightly the priest glanced the scantily clad woman up and down before a slow nod of approval. "I think we got ourselves a deal then darlin' this whole holier than thou act ain't all what it's cracked up ta' be when yer can have fun like this now." The Priest glances up at the paint noticing the two girls in the picture he makes the assumption that those where the sisters, but the man in the picture. The elderly looking gentleman, there was something off about his eyes, that stare. It was off putting to stay the least, fecking creepy at worst. "Tha'...erm...daddy dearest is it there Jeanette, stern lookin chap."

- Then I'll wait for this to happen, Father. I would be glad to spend some more time with you, - she made a childish sad expression, - but I need to run the club. So if you pardon me... She smiled nicely.

Michael blinked at her Huh not willing ta' talk about dear old dad, somethings definitely fishy and I ain't talking about the pier. "Such a shame indeed, I would have loved to take yer confession my child but I guess alas." He does his best disappointed face, give a saddened smile. "awk aye well sure here I'll leave me number with the big chap downstairs if yer need to get in contact. As you said yer have a business ta' run. So I'll get outta yer hair miss, have a pleasant night." Michael smiles warmly before turning to leave with his drink still in hand as he sips it happily as he walks to the door a slow realisation dawns on him as his face drops. why in the name of Mary, Joseph and the sweet baby Jesus, riding on an inoffensive donkey, did you just agree to rob a gallery for a crazy stripper lady to get back at her sister...what's wrong with going to the bank for a loan ya feckin' HALFWIT!

[End scene] (edited)

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Recap: Father Michael O'Brien visited Asylum club and met Jeanette Voerman. She told him that the gallery and the show organized by her sister Therese is considered to be a charity, but all the money will just be left in the pockets of other people. She offered to Father to steal or destroy the paintings. And he agreed to steal them if she helps him with the access to the Gallery.