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Strip Clubs Should be Zombie Free

When: Movie Day Plot
Who: Owen Harper

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Warnings: Violence and Sexual Content
Where: Los Angeles Strip Club

Owen was sent out on a mission by Jack it was Torchwood's time to take over the work in Los Angeles and he was sent to a strip club. Owen saw nothing out of the ordinary so he sat himself down in a corner to watch the women dance. He's got a smile on his face at the quality of the girls that work at this 'Gentleman's Club'.

A lovely brunette walks up to Owen and she stuffs her chest into his face. "If you pay me for a lap dance, I'll make it worth your while." It's a joke Owen thinks, he's an expecting father but the temptation is there. "Sorry, babe I got work to do in here. If you see someone here with a hankering for brains over fine pussy let me know."

"Mmmm, I've got a hankering for you my friend. Business or pleasure?" She insists, he looks like he's got a bit of money and Owen snorts. "Go stuff it somewhere else babe."

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Right, like Liz is going to let Owen go out alone after what happened the last time. And she's not that she gonna pull a typical girlfriendish freak out about the fact this is a strip club, it's just...well...

Fine, she's just as overprotective of him as he gets of her when it comes to mission shit. She's not exactly sure how your supposed to feel when somebody you love is in a dangerous situation, but she feels like she needs three guns and a taser.

There is no way in hell is she raising this kid alone if Owen gets himself killed because he's gotten distracted by tits and ass, and let's face it, he's probably gonna get distracted by tits and ass. It's Owen.

"Holy shit," Liz is pretty positive there's more plastic in here actual human flesh. She keeps her eyes down until she notices Owen...and tits and ass. Not gonna pull the girlfriendish freak out, really...truly...honest to God.

Oh fine, maybe a little.

"Hey," Liz sounds perfectly casual as she leans against the wall next to Owen, wondering it that outfit the brunette has on is actually made out of tiny ribbon, or just meant to look that way.

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Owen was here for fun, Jack seemed to insist that it was something he can use to unwind with so Harper goes to sit down at a table away from the area where the rest of the girls are.

There's a blond stripper that the announcer gives the name of, "Jenna Jameson? Ain't she some topnotch porn star?" Owen looks her over and he seems uninterested, something isn't right with the cranky doctor tonight. "They're all the same, all body and no substance." He leans back with his beer and he watches another blond come up behind him. "Face dance?" Owen stares at her and he just waves her off. "I think the bloke with the four chins can use it doll."

He takes a drink of his beer and he just watches things here. Then there's Liz and Harper jumps out of his skin a bit. "Oh, just was here to well see how the nightlife is. Jack suggested I get a little time out from the new HUB." He pulls a seat up and his eye catches a girl with her pants down, a hand full of ping pong balls and he hushes. "You should see this..."

"Jack, huh?" Liz says calmly as she looks around at the plethora of plastic bimbos. She's actually quiet impressed with the fact Owen didn't try to weasel or lie his way out of this. Most guys probably would but Liz knows damn well Owen is not most guys. "How come you didn't invite me? I'm sick of unpacking, again."

Liz is about to order the standard Ginger Ale and one thousand cherries because for some reason this week, she wants nothing but maraschino cherries. Then of course the entire place falls silent as the 'performer' readies for her big show. "What the hell?" Liz mutters as she leans over and rests her head on Owen's shoulder, completely engrossed and horrified all in one at what's going to happen up on that stage.

"Yes, Jack and I was gonna invite you. I didn't think you wanted to see..." Owen can see there's something way off with their ping pong champion and he glances at Liz. "I'll buy you a jar of those cherries if you're really in the mood for them."

The performer looks well 'dead' or 'undead'. Owen wonders if this woman is one of those hospice patients gone missing but from Jack's reports it isn't. Harper's armed and he knows exactly why he was sent here. "We got a problem with the ladies, some of the bachelors have.." He squints when he sees the female zombie load herself up with some pool balls.

He stares for a bit but he's not about to have his head blown off by a pool ball like one poor bloke did. Harper blinks, this place is on a scale of one hundred on the fucked up scale and he looks to Liz. "You have your guns on you right?" He quiets up as one of the girls with matted hair and staples on her throat runs a dry hand along his back. "Come on back..." She offers him and she stares at Liz. "Oh, a little girl on girl, I know you like that."

Owen winces and he tells the foul smelling zombie. "No, thanks, I'm without my viagra tonight babe."

"Oh whatever, it's just tits and ass and," Liz tilts her head, the cherry she's about to eat falling out of her mouth. "Really funny looking...vaginas" Now she's starting to understand why Torchwood never has a day off. Ever. "That is the grossest thing I have ever seen, and I've been in a giant squids esophagus."

She's got her guns out the moment there's a civilian casualty, "Way ahead of you." She says to Owen when he asks about gun. Taking that brief moment to see if the poor guy with a crushed skull is alive was a mistake, because when Liz turns back, she sees one of the soon-to-be-very-dead undead bitches getting far to up close and personal with Owen.

Then there's the very indecent proposal. "You know what, that's tempting, but unless you get about half a bottle of Jameson in me, I am not that kinda girl," Liz swings her gun around, keeping the other in the general direction of another reject from the Thriller video as she stares down the one feeling up her boyfriend. "Especially not with an ugly bitch like you." She glances around for a split second before meeting Owen's eyes before shouting at him. "Duck. Now!"

He can't exactly go for his gun without the zombie behind him running her dead cold hands along his neck. "Well, I'm not interested in a dead and rotting whatever that is.."

He listens to Liz when she tells him to duck and he tries to duck the grasp of the zombie woman who licks his cheek with her dry tongue. Owen's sex drive is gone for a bit, okay, thanks. "No, really sweet heart, I'm gay. This is a bit of a gag gift from my loving partner."

The zombie stripper is interested in this one and she holds Owen by the collar and she looks at the gun. "Of course you are, you're just desperate for a face dance."

The other zombie is doing some pretty impressive moves on that strip pole. Harper's more interested in avoiding becoming infected by whatever alien is controlling the woman's corpse. Owen's going to hate doing this but he pushes the fairly strong zombie from him and she's not happy when her quarry gets away from her.

"Ooh, your boyfriend can have a little bit too."

"OK, what the fuck is a face dance, anyway?" Liz has some idea of what it might be, but considering that zombies like to dine on human flesh/brains, she's going to assume that bit of 'dancing' is not an adult entertainment industry standard.

"Yeah... no. Call me selfish but I don't like sharing with anyone." There is no hesitation when the 'dancer' is far enough away from Owen for Liz to get a clear shot. The only trouble with close range and the type of bullets she's using? Splatter. If you could even call it that when you get a face full of what used to be brains and blood and now could pass for rotten dripping meat.

"Aw, hell." Liz spits and shakes her head like a dog trying to shake off mud. "I am not doing that again."

"I'll tell you later." Owen tells Liz and he just shudders at the horror he went through. It soon comes, the zombie guts and he just ughs. "That was disgusting..." He goes to wipe a bit of zombie g-string from his shoulder.

He glares over towards the jar of cherries and turns to look at the other girls. "We got more of them!" Owen readies his gun and he goes to shoot pool ball zombie in the head. "Don't we need to blow their heads off?" He shoots the woman more than once to make sure she stays down.

There's three more zombie strippers and they begin to do flips in the air. Owen just has a serious what the hell face. "Okay, I get it, they're every bachelor's wet dream but they're fucking disgusting."

"Dancers have to be really agile, it's not that surprising, really." Liz explains as she moves around the club at the mass of undead women that take a whole clip of bullets to put down one by one. "OK, need a better plan." She says as she grabs two large knives from the bar and jumps up on the little runway dotted with poles, trying to form a strategy before her and Owen become zombie chow.

"Here goes nothing." It's not that different than those Mayan bat worshiping zombies she and Abe had to take out a few years ago. Except instead of swords she had kitchen knives and instead of ruins to use for leverage she's got...poles.

"You're showing off, not very nice." Liz says to the flipping zombie girls before se grabs hold of one of the poles, twisting her legs around to keep her hands free while she hangs a bit to the side. It's just like the uneven bars back in the training area of the BPRD. At least that's what she's going to tell herself so she can stay focused on taking out several of the zombie bitches before they realize Liz has the advantage.

By the time it's all done, Liz is hanging upside down with her legs still coiled around the pole. She's covered in zombie gore and sweat, still holding the knives as she tries to catch her breath. Somehow her jacket got lost in the mess, and her shirt and jeans are all ripped to hell. Least she's still covered up... mostly.

"OK, that was something I never thought I'd end up doing in front of you." She looks at Owen, then uses her leg muscles to pull herself upright, dropping the knives in favor of grabbing a pole on the ceiling. she hears a gurglish groan to her side from one of the zombies the knives didn't finish, so Liz takes care of her with a hard kick to the neck that just about take the strippers head clean off.

"Are we done yet, or do I have to stay up here?" Liz asks Owen as she dangles with her feet a few inches from the floor, foolishly expecting him to be all business after that little 'show' she just put on.

"Course they're agile, they're the most agile humans on Earth." Owen's going to defend his love of sex related things and strippers among them. The thing is he's having some bad luck in strip clubs. He turns around to see the other zombies on the poles.

He stares at the girls and then there's Liz doing something ungodly hot for a pregnant woman. Owen just stares and he doesn't seem to care anymore that he's covered in zombie slime. "I owe you a jar of those cherries." He looks to see one more zombie come up behind Liz. "Liz you might want to look behind you."

Owen really hopes they finally cleaned up the house and he's now got an idea for that holiday the Americans celebrate, mother's day, he'll need to get Liz a strip pole.

Liz sighs, cracking her neck before she jumps down to retrieve the kitchen knives she dropped. She turns quickly and embeds both knives in the zombie, one in the neck and one in the forehead. Liz pulls a disgusted face as the zombie falls off the stage with a thug and another inhuman gurgle.

"Now, are we done?" Liz pauses, shaking her head. She really doesn't consider herself a 'pregnant woman', especially when there's zombies about. She's an agent, a protector and she's going to do her job any way she can. Add to that the fact that other person up there in the most important people in the world to Liz, and father to who will probably be the most important person to her, and Liz gets...well...she gets a bit carried away.

"We need to be done," She says in a tired tone as she makes her way over to Owen, resting her head on his shoulder for support, not caring one bit about the bits of stripper and stripper clothes stuck to him. "Because, I'm gonna throw up or something and we should see if everyone else who was here got out OK." She looks around the club and smiles weakly. "I didn't even have to burn anyone." She sounds so very proud of that fact.

Owen's never seen anything like that before done by a human before. He stops to take out his scanner and he looks at it. "It looks like we're done. Ianto gets the fun job of clean-up." Owen looks at the mess on the floor and he frowns. "Why, don't you head home, I'll go help Ianto with the owner of this place."

He digs into his pocket for the keys to the SUV he drove here and hands them to Liz. He suspects he's going home with her too. "Oh, hell Tosh and Ianto got this one." He's got himself covered in goo and he reaches over for a napkin to wipe his face off. Harper makes his way out and he snatches a movie they were selling. It's ironic 'Zombie Strippers' but it should be worth a good laugh or two.

"That's good, now lets go outside and you can get sick out there all you want."

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