The recent holiday had given the city of New York and adjacent territories a reprieve from her presence. NYC had a special sort of something that she found hard to put a finger on. The constant changes and whirlwind of odd shit happening probably just played to her anarchist side. The good kind that were all about freedom in all its forms, not so much the homegrown terrorist kind. Those sort gave all of them a bad rep. Following that vein of freedom she decided to hit up one of the music bar venues with cover bands that were all supposed to be good to enrich herself a bit. She enjoyed rock and roll but years overseas listening to it in other languages didn't give her much of a chance to understand the American nuances of the music. Anything was better then country though. Whoever invented that crap should be shot!

Her roommate was off doing his own thing so she had to fly solo tonight with no wingman. She'd done it for years, but having the insight of her precious gayer than a rainbow unicorn shirt covered in sparkles and said "I'm Gay!" In bold polychromatic colors friend point, out potential problem lays would be sorely missed. 

Still he was nice enough to help her pick out an outfit and settled on something appropriate for the venue. Jeans that looked painted on, a simple grey blouse and leather jacket completed her outfit tonight. Her tank top and daisy dukes look having been set aside recently. Bracing herself for the sudden shift in decibels assaulting her ears she bypassed the line with a well placed hand shake courtesy of her friend Benjamin Franklin and a grip that could easily shatter bones got her inside.

A quick scan gave her the location of the bar which she made a beeline for, taking a moment to eye the band playing not at all terribly and with some well placed shouldering got herself a seat at the bar. The reputation of the place was well deserved as her sole goal for the evening of not listening to crappily played rock music. "Scotch top shelf." Pointing it out and slapping the cash on the bar before anyone could offer to buy her a drink. Most beer was for desperate suckers. 

Drink in hand she turned around to lean her back against the bar and watch the cutey singing and shredding it out on the guitar. She had just started bouncing her foot to the tune a bit before her glass was pressed into her body and felt a hand fondling onto her. Sighing as she had enough situational awareness to know the guy hadn't tripped at all.  As if the obvious squeeze  wasn't enough of a giveaway. The curse of being stacked lending itself to attracting the bad kind of perverts who had too much to drink. 

"Oh sorry abou-" The man had started a half hearted apology, bastard hadn't even bothered to stop smiling to try and act. Her fist slammed into the under side of his chin with all the precision her special forces training had given her. Gross Pervert Guy's feet lift completely off the floor and even in the sometimes sporadic lighting a glint of ivory could be seen flying through the air. She hadn't even bothered to watch the guy hit the floor before she was turning towards the bartender to explain what happened. She wanted to at least be able to finish her scotch dammit.   

Tonight was a pretty good night in Pen's opinion. She had gotten a gig at a pretty good place, paid well, right sort of crowd, bit rough, bit tumble, fun people, and, of course, leather and metal far as the eye could see. And so, Pen had been playing for a few hours at this point, currently getting the blood pumping and the crowd rocking with her cover of Immortalized by one of the heavier hitting bands named Disturbed. Thankfully, the place own music staff knew the song, meaning Pen could put in the proper energy the song required. Pen was rocking combat boots, jeans, her leather jacket and black top tonight, and she was in the zone, fuck she loved this, just, her, the music and the song, getting some of that hard hitting energy out into the room and having a good time. Little did she know that what was going to seem like quite the promise of an even better time had just entered and was beelining for the bar.

As it turned out, something out in the universe aligned itself, enabling Pen to provide a soundtrack to the incredible physical display unfolding at the bar, as unwanted perversion took a hit from the steely, sexy fist of rightful fury and the lech took a dive before the hard hitting amazon at the bar. The frankly impressive punch was accompanied from start of the trajectory of the rightful fist and the end of his interrupted half assed apology to the point the lech feet no longer touched the floor with Pen's lyrics of "Oh! So heed the call of confrontation, today we feed on domination! Secure a legacy, that will never die, be immortalized!" as Pen watched the man fly. She had no idea why it had happened, but the fact this woman made a dude fly with a punch was more than enough reason for her to talk with her when she got the chance, and hell, if it hadn't, that flaming red hair sure was. It would seem that tonight was going to be a real, real interesting one.

Thankfully, this was the last song before her break, and the moment Pen was done with the song, she put the guitar against a nearby chair and stepped down from the stage, taking a long drag of a water bottle before discarding it, adjusting her hair and glasses, then approaching the bar. "Well shit, you know how to pack a punch. Good to see someone is really living by the spirit of metal. friends call me Pen, mind if I have a seat?" she asked, smiling some at the woman. Oh dammit, now that she got to see her up close, Pen was noticing her build already, that hair, the air about her, she was a real tough looking gal, and frankly, that was right the hell up Pen's alley.

Maybe she could get used to this metalhead atmosphere afterall. She had turned to explain herself to the bartender who just shrugged and waved a bouncer over to clear the human obstruction out of the way to recover from his I'll concieved drunken shenanigans. Well alright then, usually she had to use what little charms and a massive dose of feminine wiles to extract herself from sticky situations like that. She settled in to watch and absorb the rest of the song while sipping casually at her drink. She had just settled in to enjoy the little blonde firebrand belting it out and being a bundle of energy when, much to her dismay, it ended.

It didn't have time to turn I to a pouty frown when the person of her attention had been made an admirers of sorts to her and she couldn't help but have a warm smile in place when the cutey arrived. Judging from the eyebrows and roots of her hair, natural blonde, God's help her. It didn't escape her that she was being sized up as well. She hadn't set out to find someone to enjoy the rest of the night with, but now she would kick her own ass if she didn't try. A warm smile settling itself easily on her face as she was complimented.

"Wasn't even my good arm?" Tinkling the ice in the scotch glass settled in her right hand with a juggle of her wrist before showing off a small flex that made the bicep fill fill and stretch the jacket some. "My friends call me Remy." Even going so far as to put the real French with the rolling R in her name as she said it. "You have a great voice and can really shred it out I think the term is. New to the whole metal scene honestly." She sure as hell wasn't about to try and pose or bullshit about it either.

Softly glowing yellow amber eyes checking out the empty seat next to her before the smile cracked wide to a grin. "Well you certainly can take take that boring seat if you want, but I could offer you a better one." Sitting up framed her assets nicely by way if the open jacket without a conscious thought as she shifted to Hitch up a well worn combat boot to catch the rung of the stool and spreading her legs to show off a toned thighs which she followed up with a pat. "You won't hurt my feelings whatever you decide." It was clear she wasn't bullshitting or even being sleezy about the offer. All being made in the spirit of fun and mutual attraction. Ah what a great night this was turning out to be.

oh no, that flex wasn't fair at all, Pen could almost hear the fabric of the jacket stretch as Remy flexed. Pen smiled a little as she got Remy's name, that accent doing nothing to lessen Pen's heartrate as the smile turned broader while looking at the woman before her. Her praise was appreciated, making Pen chuckle like an idiot in her own opinion before clearing her throat, nodding some as she still smiled. "Well, that's all right. If I can get a new soul interested in the scene, then I'm doing my part." she responded with a wink. "And thank you. I'll be honest though, the real boon of being this good at shredding and playing is that I've gotten real nimble fingers over the years, and they really won't tire easily either." she noted with a much more sly expression before blinking as Remy made her offer.

"Oh my.." she paused, looking over the amazing view before her. those toned thighs, that frame, her arms, those damn, enticing, amber eyes of hers, she really made that look like a very, very lovely offer. Fucking hell this woman was not playing fair in the freaking least.. "Well damn Remy, when you put it like that, that other seat really do look fairly boring." She responded as she stepped closer, moving to seat herself in Remy's lap, facing her with a broad grin on her face. This evening just got a whole ton better than it was before, and frankly, Pen was excited to see where all this was going.

The lack of having a heartbeat made situations like these so much easier to play cool. She was sure if it wasn't stopped permanently it would have been a lot more difficult. As it was there was a faint purpling of her cheeks at Pen's little implied innuendo. A little amused 'hmn hmn' was her equivalent of an impromptu laugh. A dazzling smile on her face as she responded in kind. "I am finding the scene less interesting than the people in it. Especially one in particular right now and her practiced fingers. Though I have been known to tie a cherry stem with just my tongue before.."

It wasn't often Remy was surprised at something, and rarely was it in a pleasant manner. So when not only was the offer taken the blonde decided to straddle her lap instead of sitting on her leg. Her eyebrows raising amusedly as the smile spread to a full grin. "Only fairly boring? Damn I will have to try harder!" Inhaling a bit so she could laugh happily. Setting her drink down on the bar so she could wrap her arms around Pen's waist and not worry about falling off. Her body a bit cooler having no heat source of her own and having only just come from outside not too long ago. 

"Hmm I was right, your even more beautiful up close. We are probably making everyone else jealous. The two most beautiful people in this joint sharing a single stool. It is a good thing I knocked out that pervert otherwise we would probably be swamped with your admirers." She kept her hands at the small of Pen's back, not travelling or doing anything inappropriate. Instead just pulling the blond in tighter so they were as close as their endowments would allow their faces only inches away from one another. Her own face held just the tiniest bit of makeup. The rest being just good genetics.

"Normally this is the part where I would consider a bit of fondling and maybe some making out, but you have a show to finish. We don't need you getting all weak-kneed and... soggy before you go back on." An impish smile on her face as she pushed her chest into Pen's just a bit. For all she knew Pen was the sensitive chested type and that would be all it took to get the motor running so to speak, but she couldn't and wouldn't help herself. "Also mind the literal guns, we don't need the wrong sort of explosions in this place afterall." Momentarily taking a hand off her back to show off a piece she had under an armpit, all silver and chromed out. Remy liked getting the potential ah shit moments squared away even as she idly wondered if the blonde had noticed a lack of heartbeat. 

As the woman spoke, Pen couldn't help but grin more and more. Not only was she flirty, playful and beautiful, she was also direct and funny, yeah Remy was certainly an eye catcher as well as the most interesting person in here beside Pen herself. Pen appreciated her playful and flirty banter, it was a nice change in a way, to see such power and confidence to the usually meek but cute groupies who'd come knocking after the shows. Not that Pen minded in the least, meek and inexperienced wasn't bad, but when half the time you was essentially an experiment of self discovery or they were colored by star struck-ness, meeting someone like this was a refreshing change of pace.

"Admires can't be all bad though." Pen pointed out with a playful smirk as she rested one hand on Remy's shoulder, the other on her lower back as she gazed into her eyes. "After all, you're doing plenty admiring and so am I..frankly, I'm surprised I didn't spot you sooner actually.." She continued, ending in a playful, almost purring tone as her smirk grew into a broad grin. As Remy started to talk about what she'd like to do, Pen couldn't help but chuckle a little. Yup, she was certainly direct, but she was being both flirty and cocky about it, as well as a bit humorous. It was nice really, to know exactly what sort of thing Remy was interested in, as it didn't leave much room for Pen to misunderstand signals.

Then came the gun. An actual gun. Pen was..mildly surprised by the fact that Remy was armed, but then again, in these days and times, perhaps it wasn't too surprising. It didn't really scare Pen off anyway, seeing as it was clear that Remy wasn't some gun happy nut, or the guy who got uppercutted had been dead. Besides, if she had nasty plans with it, she wouldn't have just straight up told Pen, now would she? regardless, Pen nodded a bit, smiling once more up at Remy. "Well, don't go waving it about and think it's gonna be golden, beautiful. Though, show ain't starting right away, so we got some time.." Pen pointed out, attempting to get back into the former mood of playful banter.

It wasn't difficult to stay smiling through their exchange. Being a comfortable back and forth with neither of them capitalizing on the time. "Ah I am afraid you saw my grand entrance. I thought showbiz was all about flashy entrances and being fashionably late?" Shooting Pen a wink as they stared at one another. 

Remy admired how well the rockstar in the making reacted to the firearms. When people could go around with lasers in their eyes Remy felt pretty justified keeping herself and the ones close to her safe. "Of course hun. I just didn't want anything to go off in a way neither of would like." Flashing another one of her playful grins. "Time for what though I wonder? Things seem to get wild around me pretty quickly." Most of the time she was pretty sure it wasn't her, ok at least half. All the crazy things in her life certainly weren't more then 50% her fault.. right? 

As the blonde got more comfortable so did Remy. Her hands slipping down low then back up underneath her companions jacket to get a hands on evaluation of her backside and slipping back up to her lower back to give woman's sides a gentle squeeze of appreciation, before slipping her fingertips in the backside of her pants to just below the waistline, it was another bold move, but the green eyed beauty in her lap was sending all the best of signals. Of course through this Remy wasn't silently admiring her lap guest. "If I had known someone so attractive was playing I would have been here at the start. I will have to make up for my absence enthusiastically as I can manage." Purring out the world with all the multilingual skill and sexuality she could muster, which she thought was a fair bit at least.

Flicking her hair to the side she showed off some of the tattoo that crawled up her neck, a simple tribal design, and took the long way around to Penelope's ear so she wouldn't think she was going in for a kiss quite yet. Instead whispering into her ear close enough to almost feel her lips brushing against the skin. "You chose well earlier. I rather enjoy my girls on top of me." Leaning back with a grin and the faintest hint of.. something gracing her cheeks, watching the rock stars reaction to her words. As busy as she had been the last several years in other countries.. she wasn't exactly up to snuff on all the particular American slang and jargon for more tenderly approaching the subject. It was a good thing bold and upfront was far more her way of approaching things so she doubted she would ever bother to learn. 

Oooh damn...this woman..hell if she wasn’t something else, something very, very good. In a lot of ways, Remy was a lot like a shot of whiskey, Pen thought to herself. Intense, smoking hot, and lighting a fire inside her. Pen hadn’t even noticed that she was grinning from ear to ear as she looked into Remy’s eyes as the woman spoke and flirted. Yeah, those hands knew what they were doing, and her words left little doubt of her interest in Pen as well, which was appreciated, much easier to work with someone being that direct and straightforward. Pen couldn’t help it as she tilted her head a little to one side, her eyes never leaving Remy as she smirked, her response to her flirting words said with as much of a playful purr to them as Remy’s.

“I guess I’ll have to take you up on that then, Remy..after all, seems to be you can be quite enthusiastic after all.” she then let out a little chuckle as she leaned in, fingers brushing against Remy’s neck, taking in the shape, the softness of her skin, a playful gesture, and a repayment of Remy’s own wandering hands. Closer and closer Pen leaned, almost seeming about to kiss Remy, and fully intending to give that impression, Pen then brushed her lips against Remy’s cheek, then ear, once more purring out her words to the other woman. “And well..seeing as that’s what you like, it’d be remiss of me to not stay on top tonight.”

Oh, this was fun, very, very fun. Pen hadn’t had such a good time in a long while, even with her heart beating a hundred miles per hour, finding a playful confidence she didn’t even know she had within her, she was having a great time. She couldn’t be quite sure if Remy had meant to word her last compliment the way it had sounded to Pen, but the intonation had given Pen an inkling of what Remy truly preferred, and if that was true, hoo boy was Pen in for a great night.

For as much trouble as it got her into Remy as glad she followed her instinctual whims, especially on a night like tonight. A gorgeous blonde with a great personality who enjoyed playing the opposite to her preferred position. The stars had definitely aligned tonight. There was the gentlest little pleased shiver from her body at the attention. Her eyes turning a bit more red to orange and her cheeks turning a bit purple. "I am certain my enthusiasm will tire you out.. Well that certainly solves seating arrangements for tonight's festivities doesn't it?" Unable to help the very pleased grin that dazzled brightly before she pulled Pen in tight.

It was immediately apparent that she was as endowed as she looked and without any torture devices to keep them defying gravity as their bodies squished together. Not to mention she possessed a good bit of strength. Not that the way Remy's lips nibbled down Pen's neck wasn't doing everything possible to distract her from these lovely truths. Finishing her silky travels with a gentle nip once she run into clothes instead of blonde's lovely skin.

Leaning back to smile at Pen before reluctantly prying an arm free to grab at her glass and take a sip before bringing her glass close to Pen's lips. "Care for some? It is dangerously smooth. Definitely something to sip." She offered in a genuine if rather plain manner, before continuing in an almost off hand manner. "Not as delicious as you probably are, but a fair substitute till later." Winking at Pen briefly and once the matter of the drink was resolved setting the glass back down. 

The hand on Pen's back gently caressing while still providing support. "While it isn't very sexy we should talk logistics. Is there anywhere you've always wanted to stay? The Ritz perhaps. Or we could be more on the nose and go to the Hard Rock?" An amused giggle escaping her before she nuzzled into the smaller woman's shoulder. By mentioning the Ritz she hoped Pen would get the hint she didn't really care what it cost as long as it was comfortable for them both and enabled the spitfire of a blonde to experience something she wouldn't otherwise get to on the long off chance things went sour. "You can always think of all the things you want to do with my very willing body when your back on stage afterall." While she wasn't about to let things boil over quite yet she was definitely going to keep them simmering along.  

Pen couldn’t keep herself from chuckling at Remy’s fairly witty banter, smirking playfully before she was pulled in tightly against the alluring woman. Dammit she was intoxicating, disorienting and yet so very, very fun to be around. Sure, she might have just planned on letting things simmer between them, judging from her actions, but as she began to kiss and nibble along her neck, it was clear that she was one hell of a cook so to speak, knowing how to stoke fires Pen very rarely got to experience. A drawn out, pleased exhale escaped her before she looked into Remy’s eyes, then at the drink offered, her lips parting in a broad smile.

“Mh..one thing at least..” she then sipped from the glass, taking her sweet time as she kept eye contact, wanting the little gesture to be as enticing as possible, even if she had no real idea what she was doing. In truth, all this was very new, as Pen wasn’t used to forward women like Remy, which honestly only made it more exciting. “Dangerously smooth? You sure you’re talking about the drink?” Pen remarked after Remy’s last comment. Yeah nah, this was a whole other playing field than what Pen was used to, and it left her feeling almost intoxicated.

At the question of where they should go when Pen was done with her gig, Pen looked a bit more thoughtful, then surprise overtook her features at the mention of the Ritz. Well, either she was kidding, assumed Pen had a ton of money or she herself was really well off. She did however, like the second option. “Mh..oh I’ll be thinking real hard about it beautiful..as for where, The Hard Rock do sound like a nice spot, even if a bit on the nose.” She chuckled with a wink before caressing Remy’s cheek, grinning. “And very willing huh? Seems we’re going to have a lot of fun soon enough”