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[100 prompts - Club]

Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: Myra Reldon/Helen Menz
Word Count: 619
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Myra works the club angle for the Old Tiger, and has to deal with still more slime, even in the modern world.
Author's Notes: No idea where this came from. Been looking to write something for Myra for a while, and this was the first thing that came to mind, with her currently being in the Old Tiger’s world.

Myra thought the men in her own time were crude, but they had nothing on the ones that sat shoulder-to-shoulder with her at the yuppie club she was hitting up. There were always unpleasant experiences when trying to dig up leads and make connections in the underworld. Myra was currently working her way into a small, but rising ring of dealers that liked a more up-town style of club. She was more experienced with a different crowd, but she knew it would be possible to get one of the dealers to soften up to her with the right approach.

She was a regular at the club now, and they were more open to talk around her as she worked at a drink. No details were being revealed directly, but while they thought they were being discreet, she was easily reading between the lines. She’d have a solid report for the Burbanks by the end of the evening, and might even get orders from the Old Tiger by the next morning if he was around.

For now though, she had to deal with the slug that was leaning against her with a hand draped over her shoulder. The seemingly harmless motion was almost lewd with the way he was doing it, and it was pushing her sense of decency to its old-fashioned limits. Still, the other girls around the bar that looked her age were putting up with far more crude advances than she was, and so she had to consider it luck she wasn’t stuck in a spot yet where she had to get cozy next to him.

She giggled airily as he tried to impress her with stories about his car and how he’d dodged the police during one of the biggest raids in the city, the very one that The Shadow had worked so diligently to orchestrate. She feigned interest and excitement perfectly as she leaned up against him drunkenly and finished her glass. He snapped his fingers and he asked Helen what she wanted, and she asked for a Long Island Iced Tea. Such drinks were hardly anything but alcohol, but if she played her cards right, she could get away with drinking hardly any of it, while he would drink himself nearly under the table. She watched as he added a second motion to the action of ordering a drink in the loud club, and kept an eye on the bartender.

As he filled the drink, she noticed him palming some small item, and knew it was being spiked. She would have to chance a sip or two, and hope whatever resistance she’d built up from exposure to other various drugs in her past was enough to offset the effects of a minor dose. Rejecting the drink outright, even if she supposedly changed her mind, might clue them in to the fact that she’d noticed.

Her ‘date’ paid for the drink and she took a small sip, and another before making a face and setting it down. The drug was tasteless, but she complained that the drink tasted horrible anyways, and ordered something else from another bartender that walked up in place of the crooked one. She ordered a different drink and was thankful that it did not end up spiked. She easily stifled an instinctive cringe as her neck was nuzzled by the drunken man next to her. Instead, she giggled and leaned a little more against him, and asked him to tell her more about his impressive getaway form the cops the night of the raid.

The things she did for the Chief…


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Dec. 15th, 2009 12:40 am (UTC)
((Ohhhh dear. On the one hand, he fully expects his agents to do what needs to be done, and he's perfectly aware what goes on in clubs. I wouldn't put it past him to have given her some informative articles on the spiking of drinks, date rape, and anything else he feels a young woman alone in the city should know how to defend herself against.
On the other hand, it would be a true test of his willpower to have to see Myra dealing with this firsthand and not interfere...))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:23 am (UTC)
((Even for what goes on in clubs, it went on in Myra's era, especially when espionage was involved. Still, I imagine at least a list of common drugs, effects, and such were sent to her to at least get her up to date.
Perhaps after I get my keister in gear with the Khan thread, it might be something to torment the poor man with. It would give him an excuse to thump a skull or two to get some information.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:26 am (UTC)
((He likes thumping skulls together more than he wants to admit. I can certainly see him losing his temper over it.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:34 am (UTC)
((Myra likes to see slime get their due, especially ones like what she's dealing with currently.
Doing it in front of her though, might clue her in a little more to his 'feelings' about her than even she's currently aware of, at least, when it comes to protecting agents, vs losing ones temper.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:41 am (UTC)
((It makes him twitch to see any woman in that position, simply because of the era and culture he was raised in, but he's more protective of Myra than anyone else. She's the only person he's ever gotten back from the dead, after all.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:44 am (UTC)
((Very true. AS much as she's aware of that, I don't think it will ever be possible for her to realize what it could truly mean to someone, especially someone like him.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:46 am (UTC)
((It's so nice to see him making friends...? ;-D If she questioned him about it I'm sure he'd change the subject.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:52 am (UTC)
((If his temper gets the best of him, would it go so far as to blur his rationale regarding her ability to get inside the ring if he just left the slug alone?))
Dec. 15th, 2009 02:58 am (UTC)
((Mmmm... It'd be a difficult moment, but I think even as much as he cares for her his practicality would win out in the end. He knows, rationally, that she can take care of herself.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:05 am (UTC)
((He'd always have the option of methodically taken out the ones that run with the dealer Myra's hood up with.
Might be interesting, or at the very least, such events might spark an intriguing conversation over tea between the two of them.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:13 am (UTC)
((Oh yes, he's always looking to channel his aggressions down more productive avenues.
It could be very interesting.

Unrelated, Rey wants to have Chaz visit Ichi, and with the O.T. tied up and Myra doing much of the legwork in his world, he could send her over to restock supplies.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:24 am (UTC)
((Heh. Ichi would approve of the 'productive channeling'. And by all means, let's have at! Ichi and Chaz. Heh, this could be hilarious. I do hope the O.T. realizes what he's doing.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:32 am (UTC)
((He does that more than anyone realizes, particularly since it's so hard to tell when he's truly lost his temper.

The O.T. is busy and distracted, and suspects they'll get along well enough. She's meant to be an errand girl in this. Would you like one of us to set something up, or not right now?))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:37 am (UTC)
((Now works. I'll hook up the good ol' laptop and the bouncing between accounts will end in a flurry of insanity. The language barrier should prove interesting. Ichi's been working on his English, but a man can only learn so much in the time he's had.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:43 am (UTC)
((Sanctum Community, I think, in between youtube videos...
I suspect miscommunication is part of the fun.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:44 am (UTC)
((Heh, I suspect so as well.))
Dec. 15th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)
((Short post is short. I lost my password and had to flail around and reset...))
Dec. 15th, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)
((You deleted my e-mail notice...))
Dec. 15th, 2009 06:34 am (UTC)
((Sorry! You left the tab open!))
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