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"You know," Plum chatted idly with the pigeon perched on the bar table as she worked on her routine. Usually she wouldn't do this kind of practice actually in the bar proper, even on off hours, but an actual performance was coming up soon and she wanted to get a feel for the space, a dress rehearsal of sorts, even if she wasn't in her costume yet. That was going to be a surprise. "There are a lot of these moves named for birds. No Ibis though. Maybe if I get good enough I'll name something for you."
It had been a process, to get comfortable enough on the pole to actually want to perform, though most of that had been learning the moves and technique, the muscle she'd built up from mornings out surfing made developing the strength and endurance for it a lot simpler than she'd expected, a pleasant surprise. She'd already done the work she was just redirecting it. And she'd always had a flare for the dramatic, so that part was fun.
"Plum, did you let those damn birds back into the bar again?" Rex called from behind the bar, running inventory and the like for Flare before they opened.
"Just the one," she replied innocently, she twisted around to where she could see him, while still practicing her hold, arched away from the pole, nearly upside down.
"That's still gotta be a damn health code violation. Do you know where those things have been," it was playful, not mad, though he was eyeing the pigeon with some distrust and the pigeon didn't seem to excited about him either.
"Uh huh, sure babe, just like you and Flare fucking behind the bar is," Plum called back, and heard him snort.
"Fine, if you're not supposed to be on the table come here." She shifted into a full lay back, letting her legs hold her weight completely so she could hold out a hand to the pigeon watching her warm-ups. It observed for a moment before cooing quietly back at her and fluttering up to her out stretched hand, a delighted smile spreading across Plum's face.
"Hmm, okay, I can't hold this pose forever, let's see." She could already feel the burn in the muscles of her thighs and back, and she didn't want to strain anything with a performance in the evening. She hadn't really thought about what to do with the pigeon once she had it in her hand. "Oh, hold on."
She lifted the hand that the pigeon was in up to her chest, and the pigeon stared at her. "Go on. I don't want to throw you off and I need that hand."
The pigeon fluffed up it's feathers slightly in response to that, and then stepped from her fingers to the fabric of her sports bra, its small feathered body resting rather nicely in between her breasts. "Comfy?"
It cooed back at that, which she expected was the best response she could hope for, as she sat back up so she could grab the pole and continue with her exercises. This time they would get the rest of their show quite up close.