Apr 24 00:22:39 106 PA
From Chronicles
The club is a liberal mix of modern and classic styles with a dark, warm lean to the hardwood and metal decor, dressed up with velvet and leather. Set up about the stage with attached DJ station and dance floor at the center, the entrance is set to one end of this, the bar to the other. The entrance itself is tightly controlled. There are always two well dressed people at the front, a bouncer to check each person coming in and another watching the drum and closet lockers that hold all patron weapons.
A broad , semi circular stage extends from the center of the widest wall, rising two feet, with lights rimming the edge and hidden in scaffolds high above. A rich red velvet curtain lies ready to sweep about and veil the stage itself from view. The DJ booth is set up right next to the stage, set into the same wall. With a thick window and biometric locks on the two side doors, one to the stage and the other to a set of stairs down, the equipment within is secure. Within a C shaped desk and racks hold the sound equipment, all linked into a central computer. All done up in sleek, dark cases, mixing well with the warm, wood paneling of the booth's exterior.
A dance floor is central to the club, laid out in a broad circle before the stage. Laid out in a semi circle opposite the stage side of the dance floor are a series of round tables, with smaller two person sized ones at the edge, with larger four person tables in the next row and a few grand six to eight person tables on the outer edge. All staggered to make for the best view for all to the dance floor and stage. To one side of this central focus is the bar, a broad affair taking up much of the shorter wall in width. The bar itself is a mix of modern and classic, with the simple, elegant hardwood design of the bar itself mixing with the display of alcohol behind it, opaque plastic shelves lit from within to highlight the wide selection of common and uncommon liquors for sale. The barstools themselves, lined up in a neat row, mix dark metallic stems with comfy red leather seats.
The loud, throbbing music finds Sebastien on the floor, dancing alone. It's late, or early depending on one's point of view, and the club's beginning to thin. Fog generators give the edges of the stage above a wispy otherworldliness, lit in greens, reds, and yellows. He's throwing himself around, leaping into the air, spinning near the ground, shaking his hips more aggressively than alluringly. There's something about him today; a pent-up energy that keeps most away, and sends prospective partners off shaking their heads at his inability to match their tempo, or with a bruise from getting to close to one of his moves.
Maya is late to the party tonight, but she arrives with her usual energy, jumping down the stairs, a satisfied grin on her face as the noise her boots make against the floor. She pauses, taking in the dance floor with a steady gaze, her hazel eyes pausing on the leaping Sebastien. Her grin widens a little and she hurtles into the crowd, reaching out as she passes him to pinch his rear, a mischievous look on her face. Her usual style of dancing is back, and hands in the air, she bounces around, the loud music bring a flush to her cheeks.
The leather wrapping his rump is faintly moist, and as he turns ... Oh my. The young knight has been here a while. Sweat beads at his face, a dull, almost angry expression captured in his eyes. His open mesh shirt doesn't hide a slicked chest, wafting the rich cinnamon scent of deodorant as he moves. His leather pants are glued to him, the dark leather so tight they may as well be painted on. His blue eyes take in Maya's usual bounce with a dark flash, and he waits a moment, eyeing her. Stepping in, quick as a mongoose, Sebastien's strong hands wrap about her waist with head somewhere buried in her chest to launch her up into the air, letting go and walking the pair of steps underneath the woman to look up, ready to catch her as some comes down.
Maya returns the gaze with a broad grin that is challenging, daring him to do something about it, so it is no surprise when he does, and his capture of her is submitted to with a grace that belies her previous movements. The skirt does little to cover her as she flies into the air, and she extends her arms to balance her as she lands in his arms, reaching out to rest her hands on his shoulders for balance. The grin is undaunted, still daring him to act. "I practiced, oh my master." The murmured comment is breathless, laughing.
Those strong arms easily catch May, briefly pinning her skirt to her hips before his hands slide up to let those thick folds drop once more. Breath coming in long, even gasps, Sebastien's chin drops as he stares into the darkling's eyes a long moment, wondering, "Have you?" before stepping through her legs, thigh riding up between her knees as he takes two steps forward. Eyes on hers the whole time, a faint smirk on his face. It's on.
Maya returns the stare, her grin fading, her expression taking the challenge in his eyes. She releases his shoulders, lifting her arms above her head, even as she leans her body back, trusting in his grip on her hips to keep her from sprawling inelegantly on the floor. The arch of her spine shows a flexibility through work, and does little to hide a curvaceous figure leaning back almost to touch her fingers to the dancefloor.
The young knight takes one more outside step forward, leaning over the lithe Maya to peer down contemplatively, chin even with the pale-skined beauty, close enough to kiss her. His scarred frown lifts a touch, the thick thigh between hers grinding against that pleated skirt. "Perhaps you have," he decides, cinching her tighter against the line of his body. Stepping back, Sebastien easily hoists the woman off her feet, turning her once, and twice in quick spins before dropping her lightly on her feet. His hands search her stomach, shoulders and hips rolling to the beat, perhaps waiting for her to improvise?
The knight might be surprised, because she does improvise, at first leaning back into the embrace, letting her hips roll with his beat. Her hands move then, sliding lightly up her own body, her head tilting back to watch him, the line of her body giving him a good view of that provocative move before she straightens, spinning away from him, arms outstretched, a movement that would allow him to follow, or spin her back to him, if he so chose, the skirt rising and flying with her.
Sebastien's eyes watch those hands, the faint smile broadening into a split grin. Following the young woman's careful spin, he reaches to snag those upstretched arms. Laughing faintly, he murmurs, "But what we do, it does not match the club music, non? Is it that you have been paying attention to your contemporaries?" He pins her wrists above her a moment, the line of his body undulating forward. Thick arms, full chest, tight abs, flat hips, rolling forward, in and out, as he speeds back up to the dance beat, watching the woman before releasing her hands and stepping away. He watches her as he rolls, taking slow and measured steps.
Maya lets him keep her wrists, her mouth curving into a smile, something different from the normal grin. "It does not, but why be a sheep?" She returns her body to the dance beat, turning when released, her body moving slowly to the beat. Her hands move teasingly, meeting the rhythm as she glances over her shoulder at him, sliding hands over her back and down her hips, the look in her eyes teasing him.
The silver knight steps forward then, one thick thigh again slipping between her legs to ride up her rump. His own hips meet those hands between them, as his arms slip about Maya to wander up her belly. The roll of his body finds different places for them to meet, from his knee against her inner thigh to his chest against her shoulders. Leaning forward, Sebastien breathes along her neck, "Because every dance has a virtue." He grins and nips at that nearest, tender earlobe teasingly. Then quickly steps out from between her legs to square up against the woman, hips more pointedly finding the small of her back as his chin rests on her opposite shoulder, letting him breathe, "Though some are less virtuous than others."
Her body mimics his moves, teasing in return, and his breath against her neck draws a teasing look over her shoulder before she tilts her head back, baring her throat. "And a sin, perhaps?" She replies, leaning into the body behind her, her hips moving slightly, provocatively. "I am better with sins." The beat of the music changes, becomes slower, the DJ taking a moment to breath. Maya responses to that, twisting in Sebastien's arms to face him, a slow teasing shimmy downwards, her hands running down his chest and resting lightly on his waist before the girl rises again.
The young knight tenses faintly at the suggestion, eyes watching Maya speculatively as she does her dip. He stares down at her, red-lined eyes crowned by spikes of silvered hair before that dark grey mesh of stiff cloth he calls a shirt. That lean body continues its slow roll, hips bumping her twice more before she rises. "Dangerous words," he breathes, two fingers rising to press against Maya's lips. His footwork doesn't stop, turning in and out, leading that slower dance naturally as breathing. "And before you add to them, consider carefully what you would say." His tone is faintly warning, an odd look in his eyes. Desire? Fear? Anger? They're all blended, making the young knight inscrutable.
Maya returns the gaze steadily, no sign of fear in hers, even as her tongue flickers out, brushing across those two fingers. Her words are mouthed against his fingers, "I think there are only the traditional seven deadly ones. I like lust the most I think." Her footwork mimics his, turning her hips against his as her hands rise to rest lightly on the man's chest, more as a guide than for balance. Her cheeks are flushed, and hazel eyes are sparkling at him, a dare in them.
Sebastien runs those wetted fingers down Maya's chin, painting a moist line into the hollow of her neck to the top of that collar to hook behind the word 'Cruel.' Tightening his grasp, the young man turns, his mesh-covered back to poor Maya as he strides away from the dance floor on legs much longer than hers. An iron grip is in odd contrast to the laughing grin splitting his broken face, casting amused glances at the few who know him as he makes for the door.
Vixen comes into the Alibi quietly. But she doesn't head for the bar at first, once she's past check. Instead, she glances around for a few moments, looking for something or someone. But after some time scanning the premises, the sour look suggests she doesn't see what she's looking for. "Fuck.." Muttered lowly as she starts towards the bar itself, expression lingering in that sour place. Though as she walks towards the bar, she spies Seb. Again, not hard given his get up. Though for the moment she just eyes him.
Maya's eyes widen for a moment, jerked forward, the movement unexpected. She does adjust her pace, lengthening it to match his, tilting her head back slightly to give herself space to breath. "Hey, you!" The comment is amused, matching her grin at first, but a spark of temper shows as he makes for the door. Then she digs her heels in a bit, a hand lifting to use her mind to push the man pulling her, hard, her hazel eyes narrowing.
The young man doesn't mind the heels, or doesn't seem to notice. His gait is inevitable. Powerful. The few pedestrians standing between this man and his mission of delectable raven-haired conquest are inconsequential. Though the shove does earn a grunt from the knight, with Sebastien stopping a half-second before the woman impacts his back. Reaching in air for whatever impediment he ran into, Sebastien looses Maya briefly with a very confused look on his face.
Vixen pauses when she gets a sense for what Seb seems to be up to. She frowns and turns, moving up towards the two. "That don't exactly seem consensual," she states. Eyes flitting between the two as she comes to a pause roughly equidistant from each. If she noticed the 'air bump', she doesn't show. Her arms cross over her chest and, after her statement, she looks to Maya, brows lifted slightly.
At his back, her balance regained, her hand raising to her throat where the collar has left a red mark, Maya is clearly furious. "You don't get to drag me around!" Her hand lifts, a sturdy slap aimed at his back, resisting with difficulty the urge to use her power to do so. She steps back, giving herself space from him, returning Vixen's glance, her jaw clenched angrily, hazel eyes spitting fury.
Amber enters the bar, a long hoody on over a knee length skirt, small slippers on her feet. Her hair is tussled and she looks exhausted as she heads for the bar, hands firmly sunk into her pockets. She seems oblivious to everything around her as she sits down at a stool and waves at the bartender, a brief non-verbal conversation ensues before her elbows plant on the bar, and her head falls a bit to rest on her hands.
Sebastien ignores the Vixen for the moment. He's resolute! Determined! It's salvageable! Well, probably not. The young man's back thuds, Maya's strike resonating in the hollow of his chest, though the scratchy uneven material of his shirt keeps the slap from being too loud. Turning, he dances back with eyes alight, watching Maya's fury with a split grin. "Shame," he notes playfully. "That might have ben fun."
Vixen frowns faintly as Maya does the loud stuff, glancing towards one of the nearby bouncers who is eyeing the three dangerously. She turns to approach Maya and one hand emerges from the cross to give a little downward wave. "Shhh.. keep it light, chick" she murmurs. She then glances at Seb and waves him off. "Go cool off, man. Never kind to try dragging people around unless you know they're for it. And it's obvious you don't know." Her own voice low and cool.
The scorn his look is returned with lacks the humour Maya normally has, and she takes a step forward, her chin lifting. "I doubt it." She replies, the urge to shove him showing in the hands clenched at her side, "Nobody gets to manhandle me." Her voice is hard, her face reflecting it, as Vixen's movements try and soothe her ruffled feathers. "Yeah, he isn't worth it." She gives him a last hard look, turning on her heel, storming across the dance floor towards the bar.
Amber lifts her head a few drinks arive before her, a smile is offered to the bartender as she slides him her credit-chip, her other hand taking the first glass and lifting it to her mouth, where she proceeds to drain its contents. The glass is back on the table and slid away as the second is picked up, sharing the same fate as the first, all before the bartender returns with her card, "Keep it open?" he asks, looking at the two empties. Amber nods, and motions for another with a weak smile.
The young Sebastien quirks an eyebrow at Maya, stares at the far wall a moment, and speaks into air, towards Vixen. "As someone who has before told me to mind my own business?" He drops his eyes to stare at her, grinning. "Have a wonderful day, mademoiselle." He blows the media mogul a kiss, before strutting back towards the door.
"Jerks being too grabby on a girl is my business." Vixen asserts, looking after him with subtly narrowed eyes. "Just make sure you keep your hands to yourself, lotta people don't like seeing that kind of bullshit," she adds before she turns, pursuing Maya. She steps up her pace to catch up just before the bar and will ease up beside the other woman. "You alright, babe?" Asked with a sidelong glace in her direction.
Maya leans against the bar next to Amber, her cheeks flushed, oblivious at first. "I'm going to kill him, I think..." She mumbles, lifting her hands to her throat, unclipping the collar to reveal red marks. "Men. They really aren't..." She trails off, realisation hitting her, her gaze flickering between the two women for a moment. She turns, waving a hand at the barstaff, claiming a drink. "Before you hear it from someone else, I took Leonard home last night, Vixen." She states bluntly, turning to face the other woman, her voice clear enough to reach Amber. "I wanted to make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Nothing happened." A hesitation, and a slight quirk to the corner of her mouth. "I gave him something to make him sleep it off."
Amber looks up as her second round arrives, her credit chip sliding into her front pocket as she cups her glass between her hands, her eyes over on Maya and Vixen. She looks tired, and not at all happy as she evesdrops on the two. Her lips curl into a frown again as she lifts her 3rd shot and takes it, sliding it back on the table as the 4th, and presumably last, finds its way to her hand. She says nothing as she stares into the liquid, her face pensive.
Vixen meets Maya's words on Seb with a casual smirk, which fades, then departs entirely when she starts talking about Leo. The makings of a hard look start to build even as she's explaining, but when the caveat is tossed in and the rest, she just shakes it off and a masking aplomb rises. "I don't care what happened. As far as I'm concerned, he can go screw whoever he wants. Cheat once, cheat a hundred times, its all the damn same. So if you want to, go right ahead. He ain't mine." There is a strong measure of scorn in those words, though not for Maya in particular. Amber's presence may be noted on some level, but for now she doesn't even look towards the other woman.
Maya shrugs lightly, reaching for the drink with a grateful look at the bartender, her throat strangely sore. "Figured." She replies, continuing softly. "Still, I don't pick up men straight after someone I know finishes with them. Rule of mine, not to mess with a friend's exe." She gives Vixen a thoughtful glance, taking a slurp of her drink, her voice sounding a little less hoarse, "Or someone I'd like to be friends with, anyhow. I don't think I know anyone well enough to count them friends yet."
Amber takes a deep breath before taking her final shot, her face contorting, almost wincing as the last one goes down. She places the glass back on the bar and lets her head rest in her hands, her palms rubbing at her eyes as she sits their a momemnt longer, content not to be noticed or engaged as she listens, her curiosity the source of her staying.
Vixen considers Maya for a few moments before she grins a little and her mood lightens somewhat. Real.. faked.. could be either. "We're alright, chick. You did good, even if it didn't much matter. Friends ain't a bad place to be." She glances back towards the door and wonders, "So what's with him?" Head tilted in the direction Seb left. With the passing of the tense moment, she becomes more aware of Amber and gives her a nod. "Hey there," she murmurs, offering a more casual grin. "How'd it go with your boy?" She considers the woman for a moment, then murmurs, "Not so good?"
Maya shrugs lightly, colour rising in her cheeks. "I suspect dancing gets mixed up with sex in his head. I dance with anyone, but you know..." She glances away, acknowledging Amber finally, a hint of her grin returning, irrepressible. "Hey." She takes another few slurps of the drink, letting the cool soothe her throat, a faint wince crossing her face. "You look like someone shot your puppy." She comments, her voice hoarse.
Amber looks up, not super happy to have been engaged, but she manages a weak smile, "Heya," she says softly, "Just having some trouble sleeping, figured I'd try to force the issue." she picks up an empty shot glass and tilts it towards the women, "Didn't really exspect for their to be a ton of people out and about." she yawns, and looks like this isn't the first night she's performed this ritual.
"Some guys think sex is in everything," Vixen asides to Maya. "Smile at them and they think they're in for a roll. Might be time to go off 'em for a while. Just can't seem to find one that's worth a damn." She looks to Amber and arches a brow. "You're not going to be wanting to wake up with a thick head, babe. Might want to stay off the drink now. This time of night, lots of people are out. I'm lucky cause I make my own hours."
Maya's smile in reply isn't too hot itself, and her fingers rub lightly at the marks on her throat, her forehead wrinkling. "Lovely to see you both, but I'm going to go get a colleague take a look at this." She straightens, turning to offer both a hug, less energy than normal, but with as much warmth. "Catch you tomorrow." The words are a promise, to both, hazel eyes moving between the two, before she turns, heading out of the bar.
"I don't have much going on tomorrow evening, i can just sleep all day if I have too." she shrugs, sliding out of her stool. She looks up at you briefly, her eyes not wanting to meet yours, and she seems more than a little uncomfortable, "I'm sorry about what happened?" she seems to ask, unsure of herself, "With Leo I mean." her voice is soft as she looks at your feet.
Vixen meets the hug casually, but without reservation. "Catch you later, babe," she replies before looking back to Amber. She shrugs as the woman mentions Leo. "I don't wanna talk about him," she says simply. "Tell me about your boy.. you go out with him yet? Dish me some good news, if you got it." She moves to lean against the bar next to Amber. "I'm in a mood for some good news."
Amber brightens just a bit, her smile returning, "He's fine, I think. We're taking things slowly," she looks up a bit, her eyes on your face, "I'm not sure he liked my first new outfit, but I think showing a little skin had an effect," her cheeks redden, "Thanks for you help, by the way, I'm finding I like how dressing nice makes me feel." she almost smirks....almost, "anyway, we did go out, and he made me dinner, and we talked and cuddled, and it was really nice."
"Boys like the skin," Vix confirms with a nod. "Though just how much depends.. so you keep an eye on him and he'll tell you just by how he acts, if you got an eye for it." Her smile is a bit more genuine as she notes the date had. "Sounds good. Might have yourself a good one there.. just keep an eye on him, though." She frowns a little and notes, "Sometimes you can't tell.. don't want to make you paranoid, but it's good to be vigilant. Not paranoid, but pay attention to him and what he does."
Amber has some alcohol in her system, but she seems to be aware that they're not exactly talking about her anymore, but she does her awkward best to steer the conversation, "I'm not sure Zach is too much trouble, though to be honest, I've no idea how to tell if he was." she attempts a smile, "He's almost shyer than me, which is nice, and doesn't press me on things, and seems content to let things run at their own pace."
Vixen nods her head a little at that. "Then you're lucky, girl. Still.. vigilance never hurts. But I'm thinking maybe you got lucky on the first try." She pauses then and breathes out, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I'm not in a good place right now.. I think I'd best go get some closure, but not just yet." She grins a little at Amber. "Don't drink too much, babe. Better ways to get yourself out." Hand lifted in a casual wave before she backs off to make her own way out.
Amber waves, "Goodnight, Vixen." she says softly, saddness in her voice. She seems as if she is about to follow, but decides to wait until a few minutes have passed before she too leaves the bar, hoping she's drunk enough to pass out at home.
