The Spanish Rose

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Columbia wasn't a rich place, at least, if you weren't a Colombian drug lord it wasn't a rich place. Most every town or city had dirt roads and the ones that were paved weren't smooth. People pick pocketed like crazy, there were churches everywhere as spanish culture tended to be strong in faith. Yet, somewhere on the outskirts of the Tatacoa Desert there was a small town. One bar, a couple little shops, a couple blocks of homes, and a strip club. Any one walking into the town could see children skittering from one side of the street to the next, women walking with babies and shushing them as the sobbed and screamed and Men... which there didn't seem to be much of in this small town. The men followed women, actually picking up a child here or there to direct them somewhere else or carry them for the women they were helping. For the most part the town was quiet. There was a church somewhere in the back and a few more shops. It was close to farm land, at least it looked like there were farms.

The bright neon sign above the strip club read "The Spanish Rose". A young lady outside of it ushered a few men and women inside with winks and giggling. It had recently been built. All of this had recently been built. The buildings looked new, the streets, despite the horrible paved job, seemed new. Even from outside, loud music could be heard. A lot of spanish was being shouted and A tall dark haired woman had a man up by the back of his pants and threw him outside.

"La próxima vez que se toca una de mis chicas, voy a cortar los cojones!"
(Next time you touch one of my girls, I'll just cut your balls off!)

The man drunkenly stood and the woman returned to the inside of the club. The young girl outside looked at the man with disgust and watched him stumble his way off home. She'd return inside too as she had enough of flirting with those who passed by. Inside the club was nothing like it was outside. Everything was painted black white and red. The chairs were all shaped like roses but were plenty plush and comfortable. The air was much different. The scent of flowers lingered, everywhere and the women inside, though scantily clad, carried themselves with pride. Unlike some girls in the states who were strung out or working to pay off their college tuition. In the back of the club was the VIP section. A woman sat with many young girls at her side. They laughed as she downed another shot of some high priced tequila and watched her face screw up as she slammed the glass down.

"Whoo! EVERY TIME! GOD!"

She shouted in English and the women around her laughed. A cat and Fox ran by the dancers legs chasing each other, though they didn't seem to notice and neither did the men who were paying them. Despite being out in the middle of Columbia, everything was extremely clean and well organized.
The tall woman was none other than Silk Velasquez and funny enough she was dressed very much like the other women who were dancers. It was her club though, her bar, her people. Technically the whole town was hers. She had it built to house her new gang members as she couldn't take ALL of them with her when she went back to the states. She gave them a life here and made it so all her girls were well cared for.

"Vamos a una nueva ronda que van las niñas!"
(Let's get another round going girls!)

The girls laughed as they jumped up from her table and hurried off to get her some clean glasses and a new bottle as she'd just finished her last one. Silk wiggled around in her seat to Bon bon by Pitbull. The Other women of the club laughed and began to dance and call out to each other. It was much louder inside than it was in the whole town. Lights flashed and girls pressed their bodies against poles and slid down in time to the music. The woman in the VIP section sang along and danced in her seat. This was how Silk kept her gang happy and how they lived every day. Parties for everything but mostly a party for being alive.

[Hikari Kazuya]

After the meeting between Hikari Industries and Sanada Corp. had been adjourned, Kane had returned to his office and made the adjustments to the contract that had been discussed (more like witty banter), and once he had finished and printed the contract out, as Silk had returned to Colombia almost immediately with her entourage, Kane had no viable way to e-mail her the new contract, seeing as the details of her location and way of contacting her was limited to just a phone call. As such, in order to give her the new, physical copy of the contract, he would send his son, Kazuya, to Colombia, via their private jet, since Kazuya was now on summer vacation from university, and Kane could not just get up and travel to Colombia without notice, considering how busy he was with the company and the gang.

Dylan Kyne, the grandson of Roderick Kyne, the leader of the Irish Kings, tagging along with Kazuya, was just by chance, since he had been visiting for a reason that was lost on Kazuya because of the constant high state Dylan was in, making it hard to understand any of what he said. After touching down in Colombia, they would travel to the small town Silk had detailed, the directions written on a small piece of paper in Kazuya's hand. They were sorely out of place here, but that's how it was.

[Dylan Kyne]

Dylan had taken a flight out to Japan to hang with Kazuya, but because of the unexpected nature of his visit he found himself interupting some sort of family business. He was going to leave, when Kazuya invited him along to Columbia. It may have been business for Kazuya, but Dylan soon forgot that on the flight over.

He couldn't remember if had ever been to Columbia, but he was positive that he'd been with multiple Columbian women. They all had a couple things in common: They were gorgeous and curvaceous, and he couldn't understand a fucking word they were saying to him. Great for a good time when he was out of his mind, which was often,  but terrible in the morning when neither of them could understand each other. Even if he hadn't been there, he had experienced their culture in the only way he truly cared to.

Dylan had procured a variety of drugs for his trip to "hostile territory" as far as his family was concerned. He could've cared less, even if it was that sort of thinking that almost got him killed around a year ago. He popped a number of Mollys before putting the cap back on the bottle and tossing it over at Kazuya, who was in the middle of driving them to some destination. "Bro, you need to at least take one, no three, of those. I'm telling you: You'll never feel as good again in your entire life." Placing a joint in his lips, he'd light it, take a big hit, and hold it for a time. "I made 'em myself, so you know they're fucking amazing."

As he was pushing his drugs off on his friend, he saw some lights coming up in the distance. His attention shifted from Kazuya to the horizon as his heart started pounding in anticipation. This place was out in the middle of nowhere, so he was sure it was their destination. Dylan was bound and determined to find something fun to do with Kazuya out in these Columbian boondocks. 

Pulling into the small town, Dylan stared at the empty streets and newly built homes. He was messed up, so everything looked amazing to him at the moment, but when he saw the neon sign that said The Spanish Rose he almost lost it. "Our destination!" He didn't know if this was even close to where Kazuya needed to go, but that didn't stop him from slamming on the breaks with his left foot. He'd forced his foot over to the driver side, stopping the vehicle in the process. "You'll love this place Kaz. These Columbian women are a blast, and you add nudity to the picture? That's a jackpot!"

Dylan would hop out of the car like a kid running toward Disny Land, and burst through the front door of the establishment. The whole place was filled with Columbians, or at least they fit the look to Dylan, and he couldn't find a complaint about the women. A cute little shit grin would cross his lips as he made his way through the club. He stood out, that was for sure, and the fact that he just pushed through the other patrons without a care in the world wasn't helping. Even if it pissed people off, he was going to the VIP section, even if it killed him. He wouldn't take any less.

A large, tan man stood in-between him and his destination, but instead of letting him get in the way Dylan just slithered right by the bouncer. He yelled out in Spanish as he walked after Dylan, who was now back where a number of beautiful women of the night were sitting and laughing. Dylan would join in on the laughter, sitting in-between Silk and one of the other beauties. They were all choices to him, and Silk to his left was definitely near the top of his list. "No wait, let me guess..." His brow would scrunch as he looked up and around for a second before snapping his fingers. "...Caramel. It seems like a fitting name, if I do say so myself, love."

Yes, he was guessing Silk's stripper name, and no he had absolutely no idea who she was. She was just some candy that caught his eyes. "Hey Kaz, get your ass back here!" He wasn't exactly sure where Kazuya was at the moment, but he couldn't have been too far behind. Dylan wanted to show his friend a good time, and what better wayo to do that than to surround the man in naked women?

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The large man who tried to stop Dylan and even shouted at him in Spanish was Juan. The enforcer. As soon as this Irish boy sat beside Silk and the other girls, Silk's brow rose and she stared at him then at Juan, who now stood by the table glaring at the man sitting with her. When he called her Caramel Silk's brow rose even more and she put down her shot of Tequila.

"Clearly you don't know who you are talking to, so I'm going to be nice and give you five fucking seconds to get your ass out of my booth."

The other girls laughed and stood up getting out of his way knowing very much how this would go if he didn't listen to Silk. Another girl came running up to the table, slipping under Juan's arm as he tried to stop her, which earned an angry glare directed at him from Silk.

"¿Por qué me tengo aquí Juan? ¿Qué sentido tiene?! Quién estás ocultando molestarme?! ¡Maldita sea!"
(Why do I even have you here Juan!? What is the point?! Who are you keeping from bothering me?! Damn you!)

"Seda, el extranjero blanco vino con uno asiático."
(Silk, the white foreigner came with an Asian one.)

Silk raised a brow at the girl who spoke to her. She held her hand up to Juan who was about to pick up the man and remove him from Silk's side. Juan instead let out a soft growl at the man, from pure annoyance.

"Juan, Close the door after the Asian man comes in. Jennifer... Get the music honey. Momma has business to deal with. Someone..."

She looked slightly disgusted at the Irishman sitting beside her.

"Get him coffee or something to sober him up. I'm not his goddamned babysitter."

Silk had seen enough drug addicts in her life time to know when someone was flying way too high. Juan walked off to the door and waited for Kazuya to come in. Once the Japanese man had walked through the doors, they were shut and locked. More to protect Silk's assets than anything else. She wasn't fond of everyone in the gang knowing her business outside of the gang. So the few girls that sat with her moved off to go clean up around the bar while another girl walked over with a cup of coffee and set it down in front of the Irishman.

"Hikari... Why'd you bring this idiot into my club? He walked in here thinking I was one of the dancers."

Silk wasn't happy being confused with one of her girls though there was plenty reason to, she expected people to know that she wasn't. Though that was nearly impossible to do when you chose to dress like one.

"Called me fucking Caramel... The hell? Boy, do I look like some god damned candy to you? Don't fucking answer, I don't wanna know."

She said raising her hand in front of Dylan's mouth to quiet him before he could speak. She sighed and tapped her glass on the table. One of the girls nodded and hurried off to get her a drink. Probably soda as Silk didn't rightly trust the Irishman beside her, should she become any more drunk than she already was. The music was shut off so she could hear the Japanese man. He tended to talk a lot softer than she did, though she could be heard over a moving train if she wanted to be. She was a very loud woman.

[Hikari Kazuya]

Invited was stretching it. More like Dylan had decided to tag along regardless, Kazuya just felt it wasn't worth the effort to convince him otherwise. As he drove along the dirt road in the Jeep Wrangler his father had set up for him, he would lift his left hand off the steering wheel and catch the bottle with his left hand held over his right shoulder after Dylan had tossed it to him, glancing briefly at it before shoving it into his jeans pocket. He had no intention of popping or smoking any drugs, even if Dylan made them himself. As they pulled into the small town and a strip club came into sight, Dylan felt it was just dandy to shove Kazuya's right foot aside off the brake with his own foot and slam on the brakes himself, the amount of swearing in rapid Japanese issuing from Kazuya enough to make even a sailor blush, as the jeep came screeching to a halt.

Parking the jeep off to the side after Dylan had jumped out like a little kid in a candy shop, continuing to mutter under his breath in Japanese, Kazuya would reluctantly follow in after Dylan, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, the loose white tank top he wore leaving nothing to the imagination. Dylan was so lucky this was the location his father had been left details with from Silk that she would be at.

"... I'm here Dylan, you can stop worrying your little blazed head off."

The doors shut and locked behind him after he had entered, he would glance briefly at the large man, hardly intimidated by the whole thing. In fact, there was a half-asleep or half-bored expression on his face, whichever was interpreted first by the others in the strip club, as he casually strode up to the VIP section and stopped just before the entrance to it, his hands still casually shoved in his jeans pockets.

["It wasn't by choice Ms. Velasquez, when he learned I was going to Colombia, he invited himself along for the ride. He may be as high as a fucking kite and blazed out of his mind, but he's still the grandson of Roderick Kyne, the leader of the Irish Kings.] He's my friend, I'd like him alive when we're done, Ms. Velasquez. [Even if he hasn't a fucking clue what's happening half the time."]

Letting out a low sigh, pulling the messenger bag he wore slung over his right shoulder in front of him, he would pull the flap up and pull out the stack of stapled together papers making up the revised contract for the partnership between Hikari Industries and Sanada Corp.

"My father apologizes for being unable to deliver it himself, which is why I came in his stead, but as you know, he is quite busy with the company and other business he had to attend to."

And by other business, he meant the gang.

(OOC: Words in square brackets is Japanese.)