A Dame to Kill For.

[Ash Williams]

Jacket got done with his last drink of the evening knowing right now it is better to stop before he gets ahead of himself. Harley was still drinking down her whiskey and from the amount of how much she was still consuming her beverage, she looked to be getting tipsy. From the look on her face, she looked to be having the time of her life with her drink. Jacket smirks at the sight of her and puts out a cigarette in an ash tray. He puts another smoke in his mouth from the pack in his letterman pocket and lights it up. While lighting up his cigarette with his lighter, Jacket was looking down at his smoke to make sure he lit it just right. When he looked back up, the club didn't look like itself when Jacket and Harley walked in. It was completely empty and deserted as if it wasn't used in decades. The club looked like it was destroyed by furniture looking pretty busted, holes in the walls, glass shattered on the floor, and the bar was a complete mess which was missing half of the drinks. Basically the club looked like it was torn up by destruction and everything left as a mess. Jacket turns around from the bar and sees the place as a disaster even he can tell that he was all alone in the bar. He gets up from the bar and walks slowly in the middle of the club kinda investigating things around him. When he's standing in the middle of the club which looked to be the dance floor he was standing on top of, Jacket sees the chicken masked stranger that looks just like him in a round booth facing towards the dance floor. Weirdly as a natural instinct, Jacket walks closer to the booth that the stranger is sitting in. He stands in front of the booth having his focus on the animal masked identical stranger sitting in it. The stranger looked relaxed in the booth leaning back a bit having one arm on the table and the other next to his side. "Nice place you decided to hang out at. I like your style." said the stranger having his focus on Jacket. "As I suspected, you couldn't help to leave her trap there and rotting in that uncomfortable cell. Instead you take her out to have the time of her life. You do know how to treat a girl do you? In fact, you just can't take your mind off of her can you. I can tell in that look of her she has on you at times is a curiosity and excitement. Both of you can make a good team in this new world you have been brought too. Just think back on the similar question, do you like hurting other people? I bet the two of you have ask yourselves that question for numerable times. Well for her part, she does enjoy and lusts for the pleasure of killing. That's all I have to say for now, you can go back on your little date of yours." said the mask stranger then Jacket snaps back to reality seeing he hasn't light his smoke yet. He finishes lighting the cigarette then turns his attention back on Harley seeing she is still drinking a bit.

A fat swoop biker in his early 50s with a scruffy beard and a red bandana wrapped around his brunette head is sitting on the other end of the pact bar that Jacket and Harley was at. He was a bit drunk on having a couple beers and was drooling over some fine looking women clubbers. One walks past by him and he slaps her ass with a look that he was wanting her. She becomes angry of his attitude for her and slaps him across his face then storms off somewhere in the club. He thinks it's time for him to get his fat ass up and search for a woman he will "Persuade" to come home with himself. The biker walks across the bar searching for the next woman then he sees Harley sitting there looking like the most attractive woman he saw yet tonight. Harley to him was the perfect fit for him sitting there with her revealing clothes and sees she has a nice ass for him to grab. Her chest size was just right for his taste and pleasure. He staggers a bit to her while being intoxicated while having thoughts going through his mind what he is going to do to her. Without any hesitation, the fat bastard leans on the bar next to Harley on her other side where Jacket wasn't sitting at. "Hay mama, looks like you need a ride home. I never seen you in this club before, how about I get to know you a bit better back at my place. You can get a free night to rest your sexy ass." said the drunken biker with a smile showing his disgusting teeth. Harley turns to the man in responds in a giggle "Sorry sugar, I have other things I want to do in my free time then spending it with your lonely ass!". This lead the biker a bit frustrated and with Harley's comment, Jacket looks to see who she was talking to. The biker does a seductive growl and replies "I love it when they are feisty, now come to daddy sweet toots." Then the Biker pulls Harley out of her seat by her pigtails and holds her close with a switchblade next to her neck while smelling her which she smelled sexy to him. Jacket jumped out of his seat ready for combat and made him a bit uncool how this fat bastard can put his dirty hands around a fine lady. What this guy was doing to Harley, this made her mad tonight that almost every guy she met has to put their hands on her and wants her in their pants. Harley did had enough space at her legs  to do something. She kicks him backwards with her high heels in the shins which made the drunken biker drop the knife. He still had a hold of her while reacting from the pain the biker took. While the biker was reacting to the pain, Jacket without any warning throws a punch to the biker's face while Harley moved her head out of the way to dodge Jacket's punch. The biker let's go of Harley and falls on his back on the floor knocked out cold by Jacket's fist. Harley brushes herself off and says in frustration "I swear can't ya goddamn men in this town respect me! Sheesh!" Jacket looks over the guy noticing that he still breathing and wasn't killed. Most of the people that were near the bar watched this whole scene unfold and some of them cheering for teaching that fat bastard to show some respect. Jacket and Harley both sat back in there seats and continued to relax a bit from what just happened. "You ok?" questioned Jacket concerned what just happened to Harley. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine. I get used to these bastards who can't keep their hands off the merchandise." said Harley taking another swig of her whiskey. From her answer, Jacket smirks at how calm she is. He hasn't met a woman before back in Miami that can be kick-ass and have this much beauty at the same time.

The Rattataki named J'ako was scouting around the dance floor and the bar for people to recruit for the operation. Mixed in the crowd, he seen a fight that broke out at the bar and seen the fat biker having Harley as a hostage. J'ako didn't wanted to react right away to help them but wanted to see if the two could do something about it. He was quite impressed how the civil looking people took care of the situation and unarmed the man. When Jacket knocked the man out with a single punch, J'ako was concerned how a person like Jacket could take out someone just with a single punch. J'ako recalls his partner Red Eye being good taking some people out with a blow due to how buff and the amount of cybernetic augments he has in his body. The merc also saw how Harley disarmed the man with big backwards kick of her heel. "These fellas do know how to fight and disarm a dangerous man huh?" thought J'ako but the real question is can they kill? Judging from how strong Jacket's punch was to the big guy, he could as well know how to kill.  He calls in on the com that the channel him and Red Eye are connected on "Red Eye, I might found our people we are looking for. Before I do anything else, I'm going to keep a good eye on them to see what else they might do in our club." In response, Red Eye says "Ok but these people your observing better not be some trashy clubbers." J'ako sighs a bit to Red Eye's comment then replies "Copy that." He sits down in a booth not too far away from the couple and tries to watch them for a little longer also not trying to look suspicious.