This was on a weeknight when Ray was
doing a shift on the speaker. Dress code for dancers is always wear black but
you choose yer own wardrobe, -so Ray is in what are basically harem pants they
flare so much but -not gathered at the bottom. Black bra with mesh top that has
those tacky strands you see on cowgirl outfits except these are nearly a foot long
-as, top chosen with movement in mind. Speaker is about five feet tall. So,
dancing is limited to how creative can you get on a 2.5 x 3 ft square box?
Marid showed up on his own -his showing up was rare. And he was dancing by himself.
3 guys showed up, and the ape-est of the lot, truly a Cro-Magnon, had one of those wispiest of (big hair, 80's, blue jeans) blondes on his arm, a pure eye-candy brainless twat; all were not quite stumbling drunk. So just their walking in was an offence, in essence...to the “atmosphere”.
Ray is trying not to watch and purely concentrate on what she's doing because the drunkards get truly, truly offensive, -with Cro-Magnon making out with “Barbie”, -laying her out on the dance floor, on tables, bar counters etc. It's the lewdest activity Ray has ever seen (not hard to achieve, though seeing as they managed to hit all three of these surfaces, -it was a bad scene!)
Cro-Magnon happens to be immense, -as in well over 6 4' and easily over 260 lbs, none of it paunch. His two friends are big as well and Ray is mentally tabulating that it's already a 3 vs. 2, as it is a sparse weeknight with only 2 bouncers on staff in the Whole Bar, and they are BOTH smaller than either of Cro-Magnon’s cohorts (let alone the ape himself), so, they are studiously ignoring entire goings on, -and so is Marid for that matter.
Ray's only wish is, if only there was a way to get the entire crew out of the bar.
Then, shockers, Cro-Magnon suddenly swivels and eyes up Marid, and -surprisingly, Ray accurately reads the gears going off behind those sockets, because for some reason beyond explicable, she knows the ape is going to hit on Marid! (-F***ing rednecks, eh?! -the irony was, they looked to type! -and Ray was too neophyte to even have the term in mind, -Marid said this after.)
-He walks right over and is physically forcing Marid to grind with him, -and all goings on are still being studiously ignored by the staff.
Marid successfully frees himself; he is much smaller, but an impeccably trained pack of muscle-bound dynamite. Then the ape grabs him a second time! And is starting to drag him closer to Ray's speaker.
Ray doesn't see it but at this stage Marid is starting to physically defend himself and has Charlie-horsed the ape in the arm at Maximum Force, -but the ape is So Drunk, -he doesn't even twitch…or let go of Marid.
Ray's assessment in the meantime is OH S***. As in, when Marid “pops”, (and this situation is perfect custom designer make Marid go “pop” territory) -the club will descend into pure mayhem as he transmogrifies into...martial arts trained extraordinaire. (Ted trained him.) And, he will probably get blamed as he will successfully paste the entire lot... there may well be a 3 on 3 debacle where the club gets in trouble but Marid will likely get In Trouble...
Ray's assessment of the Cro-Magnon is he's gone gender switching (descending to how dogs assert dominance (!)). So, how do you best defuse that? (Two can play.) -And she decides the PERFECT way out, is to emasculate the ape by playing his own game, bluffing the “bitch”, and bluffing the count into a 4 vs. 3, -using her pull as staff, to force in the bouncers...
So as fast as Marid pulls out his Charlie Horse to no effect (and has just had his own reaction of OH S*** -not so much because he was scared, mind you, but because this would probably mean he'd have to beat the bloke nearly senseless! -and given the sheer size involved, not an easy task...), -Ray intervenes as “ninja” panther cat and soundlessly jumps off the speaker landing inches behind the ape. She rises and seizes him by the shoulders, deliberately putting out a grip of maximum force, so he feels the exact strength in her hands, and shoves him forward as hard as she can, -forcing him to check out what just “hit” him by swivelling to face.... a girl!
(However, “girl” is at the “holy crap your arm is as thick as my head!” body build stage, with Marid qualifying her as having the biggest most defined quads he’d ever seen on a woman.)
She then issues a flat snarl geared towards maximum gender-switch emasculating effect, “HE'S WITH ME.”
Then she yells for “Marcus”, -and hence, Marid doesn't get into his first ever bar fight (yea which is in retrospect, why bother, lol?! –as he’s now a second degree black belt bartending in one of the shadier sections in Vancouver, amicably navigating between the Asian gang leaders, and last time I spoke to him had won every street fight he’d been in, a number somewhere around 130 and was calling himself Achilles, -but fine, no fights on my watch, -if I can help it), -and, the apes with blonde are successfully ejected from the club without a single blow as they leave of their own volition, because, nothing is quite so deflating to a gender switching ape, as getting his own back...
And everything's over before the few privy witnesses have time to shut their jaws.
It was pure bluff, as Ray's never been in a fight in her life. But happy with this storybook type moment as she correctly gauged, -and acted, -in the moment.
Marid showed up on his own -his showing up was rare. And he was dancing by himself.
3 guys showed up, and the ape-est of the lot, truly a Cro-Magnon, had one of those wispiest of (big hair, 80's, blue jeans) blondes on his arm, a pure eye-candy brainless twat; all were not quite stumbling drunk. So just their walking in was an offence, in essence...to the “atmosphere”.
Ray is trying not to watch and purely concentrate on what she's doing because the drunkards get truly, truly offensive, -with Cro-Magnon making out with “Barbie”, -laying her out on the dance floor, on tables, bar counters etc. It's the lewdest activity Ray has ever seen (not hard to achieve, though seeing as they managed to hit all three of these surfaces, -it was a bad scene!)
Cro-Magnon happens to be immense, -as in well over 6 4' and easily over 260 lbs, none of it paunch. His two friends are big as well and Ray is mentally tabulating that it's already a 3 vs. 2, as it is a sparse weeknight with only 2 bouncers on staff in the Whole Bar, and they are BOTH smaller than either of Cro-Magnon’s cohorts (let alone the ape himself), so, they are studiously ignoring entire goings on, -and so is Marid for that matter.
Ray's only wish is, if only there was a way to get the entire crew out of the bar.
Then, shockers, Cro-Magnon suddenly swivels and eyes up Marid, and -surprisingly, Ray accurately reads the gears going off behind those sockets, because for some reason beyond explicable, she knows the ape is going to hit on Marid! (-F***ing rednecks, eh?! -the irony was, they looked to type! -and Ray was too neophyte to even have the term in mind, -Marid said this after.)
-He walks right over and is physically forcing Marid to grind with him, -and all goings on are still being studiously ignored by the staff.
Marid successfully frees himself; he is much smaller, but an impeccably trained pack of muscle-bound dynamite. Then the ape grabs him a second time! And is starting to drag him closer to Ray's speaker.
Ray doesn't see it but at this stage Marid is starting to physically defend himself and has Charlie-horsed the ape in the arm at Maximum Force, -but the ape is So Drunk, -he doesn't even twitch…or let go of Marid.
Ray's assessment in the meantime is OH S***. As in, when Marid “pops”, (and this situation is perfect custom designer make Marid go “pop” territory) -the club will descend into pure mayhem as he transmogrifies into...martial arts trained extraordinaire. (Ted trained him.) And, he will probably get blamed as he will successfully paste the entire lot... there may well be a 3 on 3 debacle where the club gets in trouble but Marid will likely get In Trouble...
Ray's assessment of the Cro-Magnon is he's gone gender switching (descending to how dogs assert dominance (!)). So, how do you best defuse that? (Two can play.) -And she decides the PERFECT way out, is to emasculate the ape by playing his own game, bluffing the “bitch”, and bluffing the count into a 4 vs. 3, -using her pull as staff, to force in the bouncers...
So as fast as Marid pulls out his Charlie Horse to no effect (and has just had his own reaction of OH S*** -not so much because he was scared, mind you, but because this would probably mean he'd have to beat the bloke nearly senseless! -and given the sheer size involved, not an easy task...), -Ray intervenes as “ninja” panther cat and soundlessly jumps off the speaker landing inches behind the ape. She rises and seizes him by the shoulders, deliberately putting out a grip of maximum force, so he feels the exact strength in her hands, and shoves him forward as hard as she can, -forcing him to check out what just “hit” him by swivelling to face.... a girl!
(However, “girl” is at the “holy crap your arm is as thick as my head!” body build stage, with Marid qualifying her as having the biggest most defined quads he’d ever seen on a woman.)
She then issues a flat snarl geared towards maximum gender-switch emasculating effect, “HE'S WITH ME.”
Then she yells for “Marcus”, -and hence, Marid doesn't get into his first ever bar fight (yea which is in retrospect, why bother, lol?! –as he’s now a second degree black belt bartending in one of the shadier sections in Vancouver, amicably navigating between the Asian gang leaders, and last time I spoke to him had won every street fight he’d been in, a number somewhere around 130 and was calling himself Achilles, -but fine, no fights on my watch, -if I can help it), -and, the apes with blonde are successfully ejected from the club without a single blow as they leave of their own volition, because, nothing is quite so deflating to a gender switching ape, as getting his own back...
And everything's over before the few privy witnesses have time to shut their jaws.
It was pure bluff, as Ray's never been in a fight in her life. But happy with this storybook type moment as she correctly gauged, -and acted, -in the moment.
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