Aug 21 22:43:10 109 PA

From Chronicles

Currently the club is closed, but it is very busy as things are made ready for the Grand Opening. Fizzlesnoot keeps the girls organized as last minute things are set up, which all seems to be going smooth so far.

Making her way to the big event plenty early Rubidia knocks on the door to the Lady Luck. Behind her two hirlings handle rather large speakers that look like they will barely fit through the door.

Arden is also around, taking close consideration of what they have for girls now. She takes time to ask the girls a few questions about their particular talents. She also goes over some cues for the girls to adjust to the desires of the crowd which Arden seems confident she can gauge.

Fizzlesnoot shows a broad smile as he spots Rubidia and crew being let through the door by the light borg stationed there. "Welcome." making his way that way, checking the time, "Great, your plenty early. How are you tonight?" the unique set of girls provided for entertainment answer whatever questions asked and follow any direction from Arden.

Rubidia make her way in, sending her hirelings to set up the speakers where Arden and Fizzlesnoot direct. She herself heads for Fizzle snoot with a calm smile. "Hey there. Came early to setup and because I had a question after a recent development. If you have a moment that is?"

"Remember girls, nothing's hotter to a guy than two girls pretending to make-out." Arden muses, before a smile tugs at her lips, "Yes, you two seem like you'd enjoy that... but, nothing like that while Rubidia is performing." She comments, before turning her attention briefly to Rubidia. "But, maybe she would like some back-up dancers?" She asks simply, before turning her attention once more to the placement of the speakers.

Fizzlesnoot nods quite happily motioning over to the bar where a four armed spider-like humanoid sets up. "Whats on your mind?" turning back toward the sound booth with a wave to get the attention of individual inside, to point to each of the roadies. Once the sound guy has the gist, the little guy turns back to Rubidia, pausing so she can address Arden's suggestion.

"Back-up Dancers would work well. They can take off what I wont." Rubidia confirms with a playful wink before turning back to Fizzlesnoot. "Well my question isnt very related to the opening. I'm wondering if you might be into having a vending machine placed in here. Either for staff customers or both. You're sure to make more money if your workers and customers arent taken breaks to satisfy base needs. I know it sound unlikely a vending machine would subtract from that but its a magic vending machine. 10 credits and a bit of energy and it wil cast a spell to sustain the customer for a whole week. A whole week with no need to eat or drink, and little need for sleep. A whole week when you can entice them with things they dont need..."

Arden flashes a grin before turning back to the girls, "Well, girls?" She asks, letting them show their enthusiasm first, before making her decision. "You... you... and you..." She points out a few girls, "And... perhaps you as well." She adds, letting the girls selected react. A smile curling her lips. "You'll be on the main stage. The rest of you will be off to either side." She comments, before pursing her lips and letting her gaze drift back to Rubidia. "How ... involved would you like the girls to be, Rubidia?"

Fizzlesnoot tilts his head with intrigue, "That is quite an interesting idea, never knew there was a such thing. What would it cost me though? Sounds really expensive." his expression making it apparent, this is the mitigating factor, "Sounds like a great idea though."

Rubidia smiles widely. "Nothing. But it wont make you anything either initially, other than opportunity. Fifty percent of its profits go towards the purchase of a new unit, giving you ownership of this one. The other fifty go towards supporting refugees. The unit is worth approximatly fifty thousand, and regular vending machines make about three thousand dollars a year. Whether this one makes more or less is in your hands, it'd only take 6 people using the machine each week to meet that goal." She offers, listing the important figures readily.

Arden lets her gaze drift away from Rubidia when it seems like the conversation with Fizzle is a bit more important, and she goes on further to give little pep talk before about how she'd like things to play out. She makes suggestions of wardrobes. And, she even works in a little something for herself to be part of the entertainment a little.

Fizzlesnoot's smile broadens even more, adding to the creepiness it usually has, but its apparent he likes the idea immensely. "I'd say you got yourself a deal. A worthy cause to donate to. We can get together after the opening to arrange its delivery. Is there anything else outside the opening? If not, Arden is handling the entertainment portion and will be happy to tend to your needs."

Rubidia nods in agreement to Fizzlesnoot. "I thought so too. I've ordered three units initially, so you will get one as soon as it's built. Shouldnt be longer than a week or two." She explains with a nods before turning back to Arden. "Sorry about that delay. I'm all yours now.." She notes, leaving Fizzlesnoot to consider Arden and the dancers selected. "Well the more familiar i am with their talents the more outgoing I'll be confident with. As I see things I like I will but light on the performer, thats permission to take the performance further with her own inspiration. Aside from such instances they should be supportive and follow my lead."

Arden turns to Rubidia, "No problem." She replies before a suggestive smile takes her lips at the comment. "Here are what they claim to be good at." She comments, offering over her clip board with the notes. "If they don't match your needs, I can be just about anything you can imagine and perhaps more." She adds, with a suggestive tone.

Fizzlesnoot sticks around a moment to take in the selections, giving a smile of approval. "If you have this Arden, I am going to attend to other things." giving a moment in case he's needed before going off to make sure the bar has been stocked and is prepared for what he hopes is a very busy night.

"I can imagine a lot.." Rubidia replies with a playful smile before shruging it off to look over the list. "Those who have good empathy or even psychic telepathy are most desirable, as we could broaden the perfomrance with mental imaging to the audieance." She notes after the initial scan. "Also I should take a moment to get changed soon. I wont be performing in my armor.."

Arden glances briefly to Fizzlesnoot before nodding, "I think I do..." She replies before turning her attention back to Rubidia, taking a step closer and letting her attention drift to see what the other woman might have in mind. "I will become what you wish me to be for this performance..." She comments, before nodding. Then she glances to the girls, "Raise your hand if you have what she desires." She instructs.

The club is closed at the moment, though busy with activity getting ready for the Grand Opening. A light Borg at the door filing people into a line outside where it has been roped off for such purpose, reminding people, "No weapons will be allowed, please return them to your vehicle or have them checked upon entering." Fizzlesnoot motions over to the bar for Rubidia before he moves off to make his last minute checks, "You will find everything you need in the backroom behind the bar. Mirrors and vanity tables, anything else we can arrange." and then he does head off to make sure things are all stocked behind the bar.

Rubidia considers Arden's invitation a moment, her gaze and thoughts focussed on the performance to come before they reach out to the other womans mind. There the show a perfect beauty of sculpted crystal. Transparent and intimidating to touch, for at glance the beauty is so perfect it must be fragile. And then light is shown on this living ornament, casting prisms out to the crowd that shine of its beauty.

Arden licks her lips once the image is shared, "That is a challenge... perhaps even beyond me..." She comments, "...but, I'm game to try." She adds, reaching out to ghost her fingers against the singers cheek before she turns her attention to the girls and draws away from the singer, "Go find some clothes that work with a light show... well... when they're still on, that is." She muses.

Fizzlesnoot disappears behind the bar, but his voice can be heard giving instructions on setting up, the bartender adding her own ideas to suit her own needs. Accepting that, the little guy moves on to other things, taking a moment to take a look outside to see how things are going out there. The bartender begins spinning a unique web above the bar to hang glasses from. Rubidia nods with a knowing smile to her minds creations. "Told you. Imsure when you see what I become for the performance tonight you will find the needed inspiration to find what is desired. It will only be natural." She assures before moving to follow the girls to the back and dress appropriately herself.

Fizzlesnoot begins the evening festivities up by the entrance to greet patrons as they pass through the entry foyer past the security Borg that reminds people in line that weapons are not allowed and should be left in vehicles or checked at the door. "Welcome to Lady Luck. If there is anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask." one of his standard greetings shared by a broad toothy cheerful smile. Behind the bar is a four armed spider-like humanoid serving drinks with showman-like flair as bottles and glasses are tossed about from hand to hand to hand to hand. This odd humanoid, having seen one of Rubidia's shows, has created above her head, and the bar, an elaborate web that glasses hang from ready to be used. It could be a very interesting creation should light shine through. That's not the only show going on however, the stage has an assortment of exotic dancers guaranteed to please the eye of most species that should come to partake in the entertainment. Bells and whistles of the few slot machines in the club can be heard just under the music that is pumped throughout the clubs main room. Six tables, each with their own unique dealer have been set up to one side of the stage for the Poker tournament that will begin a bit later in the evening. As a matter of fact, when one looks over the club they will find the staff made up mostly of Non-humans and those that may resemble them are soon realized as something more.

Music for tonights festivities are being provided by Rubidia. As is apparent from her giant dspeakers already setup and blasting music for the dancers to move to. One stage sits reserved for later with her guitar sitting in a stand. A sign of things to come, but she has not yet made her appearance.

Drifting about the place is Arden who currently seems to be quite modest in her cloak. Her hands and body occasionally giving a hint of the curves hidden beneath it. She makes some subtle gestures to dancers as she gets a sense of the interest of those that are coming into the place.

Pavel wanders in a little early, but looking dapper in a casual kind of way, and with a pretty girl already wrapped around his arm. Yes, blacksmiths have girlfriends too. They converse quietly in their native tongue, gradually moving toward the bar rather than the noisy and showy festivities not quite set up.

Jokin steps into the club himself, his booted steps heavier then one would normally expect from a man of his stature, and his bionic limb is openly displayed. His gaze wanders the room as he takes in the sights and sounds of the opening night event.

The club reverberates under the guidance of the speakers, the dancers conducting the current of the music with practiced precision. But also there are the other attractions of the high class club. Dice slots and cards all await those who feel lucky tonight. The music aiming to entertain the lucky and unlucky alike.

Arden's lips curl within the shadows of her cowl as she considers the arrivals and how the dancers are handling themselves with her minor orchestrating. "Welcome to Lady Luck." She speaks loudly for the others, as she moves with swaying hips towards the reserved part of the stage. "We have some special surprises for you today... and this will only be the start for those that will continue to visit." She continues, before climbing onto the stage. "And, we will do our best to help you realize your fantasies..." She adds, "Tonight's fantasy is courtesy of the Beauty That Can't Be Seen and it seems only fitting that she will unveil it once she is ready."

Pavel and his girl, Anya, make to the spider-like bartender. "Vohdka," he asks. His tall and large frame is a sharp counterpoint to that of his girlfriend, a short and petite woman with long dark hair that reaches the small of her back, now swung forward over he shoulder. But at least he put on a nice set of silks and slacks today, so he doesn't entirely stick out. When the bartender asks him to clarify, "Bohttyel, pleese." A few credits are rested on the counter as the duo makes themselves comfortable for the show. He says something in Russian that contains, 'Rubidia.'

Jokin makes his way up to the bar as well, waiting for Pavel's order to be filled before he nods to the barkeep, "A pint of whatever you got on tap. That one there." He says, indicating one of the handles. His attention then shifts towards the stage at the announcement of a possible show.

"The best fantsies start with a bit of a tease." Rubidia's voice alludes to agree with Arden moments before she steps out to make her way to the stage. The music shifts with her entrance, chiming a light techno beat the gets the dancing up tempo. "Well then, who's feeling lucky?!" She asks the gathered crowd.

"I couldn't agree more." Arden muses, moving briefly to a pre-arranged spot. She moves her body in place to the best of the music. She even gives the impression that she'll remove the cloak only to tease instead. She also makes a small gesture to either side to let a couple of the other dancers edge closer towards the main stage likely suggesting they'll be part of the show as well. Up at the bar, Pavel gives the bartender a quiet thanks, and pours himself and his girlfriend a shot. As Jokin steps up, he too receives a greeting, a brief, "Allo," before turning outward to see the show. The two continue to softly speak amongst themselves.

Jokin takes hold of the pint as it's delivered, and offers over payment in return. Hoe offers anod towards Pavel, "'lo." He says in response to the man, his attention drifting back towards the stage, and he takes a sip from the pint in hand.

Rubidia smirks at the mild rucus that comes in reply to her question. "Looks like the crowd is a little drowsy yet. Well I've got just the thing.." She states, sturtting to the center of the stage as the speakers volume goes up even more. "Do you know the me that wakes and see the livewire in my eyes? The it girl with a twist girl and no one realises. Just that I'm living on a tightrope, I can't, I won't look down. I pussyfoot from drink to drink in swinging London Town." She sings, jumping right into lively performance with the aid of the clubs girls. "Do you know the me that wakes the places with faces I've never seen? The mother of all hangovers to remind me where I've been. And if I stop, I'm sickened, it really gets me down. So I step back into the city lights the queen of London Town. It's the queen of London Town!"

Arden chuckles softly, "Yes, they do seem to need a little something..." She replies, before she stops holding her cloak to herself to let what's underneath begin to show from the gaps that begin to show. She doesn't quite let it come off just yet, as she hands the special cord attached to it to allow it to be pulled off to Rubidia. She begins to dance with the song when it comes to add to the other girls that begin to move into the back part of the main stage come to be supporting dancers.

Pavel smirks at the bar, and gives his girl a peck on the cheek before the two of them very casually down two more shots. Some cultures are more fun than others. He seems to be enjoying the music and all well enough, but leans closer to Jokin. "Tahlk vyehry bahd, sohrry. Anya seh fohr me." He then launches into rapid-fire Russian, which Anya happily translates, "He says that he isn't entirely sure, he thinks that he might recognize you from somewhere, but that could be someone else. Pavel also wonders if you're here to gamble. I'm trying to keep him from wasting money." Okay, so she provides a little bit of couple-commentary on the wallet.

"Probably does, or maybe he knows another merc with a bionic arm." Jokin says with a grin, "And his talk isn't going to get better if he doesn't talk himself and keep practicing. Trust me." He adds to Anya. His attention still half on the stage show as Ruby starts to sing and Arden starts to dance.

Rubidia teases pulling at the cord but doesnt free the garment just yet as she saunters back to Arden. "New York, Monico, Paris and Milan, poor little rich girl, who does it cos she can. I'm just a big time Gucci girl a first in retail therapy. And now we're down the slide to rehab and all of it for free. And with these joke-fuelled egos, Martini sipping chums, gigolos, stick-thin models, hanging off their arms. I guess I'm neck deep in it, I'm starting to drown. Along with all the wannabes in swinging London Town." She sings slowing pulling herself back with the cord that she wont seem to let go just yet. "Do you know me? Do you know me? Do you know me? Really, really know me?" She asks Arden softly for the part in the song, slwoly winding around the dancers with the offered cord before she suddenly reaches up to free the knot and let it all fall down for the crowd to see...

Arden gives full control over the state of the garment to the singer, seeming to be unconcerned by the whims of the singer. So far, only teasing glimpses of the underneath gives people something wonder about but may not fully understand what they are seeing. She moves easily with the music with natural grace, matching the song and tempo easily. As the singer toys with her, she encorporates that into the dance to offer some mild teasing back. When the cloak finally slows down her body, it gives everyone a unique view of her. Something that people likely haven't seen before... and she doesn't seem the least bit shy about it either.

Both Pavel and Anya smirk. "He knows, and would be speaking with a terrible accent. But it's so bad that he's concerned that in here with the concert and noise, he might be completley unable to communicate with a stranger." It's at that moment that the large fellow extends a hand. "Pavel," he says, finally getting around to introducing himself. When the robed woman is eventually stripped to the skin, he can't help but notice - no one can - but he quickly and truly gives a happy shrug, followed by something said to Anya that makes both of them laugh, and a light kiss.

Jokin swaps his beer from one hand to the other, then shakes the offered out hand, "Jokin." He introduces. He continues watching the woman as she's disrobed, "Huh." He says a bi at the unusual sight hiding beneath the cloak, his vision cycling between spectrums as the performs goes on.

"Do you know me? Do you know me? Do you know me? Really, really know me?" Rubidia continues to whisper for all to hear as she circles Arden's now nude fomr on display. Buth things really get dynamic when her next turn behind the dancer she bursts into blindingly bright light that shines through Arden to be cast out amongst the audience. She pauses there behind Arden, the song picking up tempo. "Soho soaks drink Campari. Free flowing bubbly, a drop of gin. Cocktails with price tags make you choke on your sushi. Dressed to impress, these bright young things. Chelsea chicks, drink white wine spritzers, G&T's or bottled beer. Horray Henry's cruising the King's Road in daddy's bentley still full of E..."

Arden seems like a thing out of fantasy as she resembles a fragile crystalline being, but it is hard to tell how real the display is without touching her. She adds more sensual gestures now that she's naked, trying to drive up the performance for the crowd. With the light passing through her, there seems to be an ability to create other colours aside from white - if people are able to look that is.

Pavel doesn't try to look at it, and neither does Anya. They saw this a few weeks ago. Not exactly, but close enough, and besides, neither one of them thought to bring sunglasses. Anya takes a moment for another shot, and Pavel waits for the big of a 'Borg to get an eyeful. "Good see, jess? Jokin, cohm to cloob mahny taheem? Pleh pohkehr todeh?"

Fizzlesnoot has been busy about the club making sure everything runs smoothly after his initial playing of host up until the music started. Mostly he has been working to get the poker tournament set up as people start to show interest. Now with that going along smoothly, he makes to mingling around the crowd, always making sure everyone is happy and content.

Jokin doesn't really turn away, though how much of the light actually makes it through is anyone's guess. He glances over to Pavel, shaking his head, "First time here. And we'll see. I may enter, may not. Never been much of a professional gambler." He says rather simply, "Then again most professional gamblers don't try to cheat us either." He says, patting the forearm blaster before he lifts his drink to his lips once again.

The song bakc in full swing for its finally Rubidia steps out from behind Arden to dance with her for the conclusion. Dancing flawlessly with performance practice she shqapes her light with her movement to the beat and around Arden, creating a mesmerizing kaleidescope of the stage. "Do you know the me the that face graces pages of Hello? Try hard to die hard, united on the goal. Air kissing eligible bachelors and trust fund daddy's boys. International playgirl showing off their toys. And all these price tag starlets, a galaxy of stars. Buzzing around the next big thing and taking off their clothes. I guess I'm neck deep in it, I'm starting to drown. Along with all the wannabes in Swing London town."

Arden seems to be in tune with the singer even if she hasn't spent much time working with the other woman. Her own dancing is fluid and practiced as well, while the other dancers provide back-up accompaniment to them. She can't help but enjoy being a centerpiece of the performance used by Rubidia. The smith smiles at the big forearm blaster and its trusty patting. "Jess, vyehry beeg. Peepohl steel trahee cheet. Jokin only knov vahns vho ahr bahd aht cheet." Pavel taps his temple, grinning widely. "Ohnly knov cheet vhehn gyeht caught."

Fizzlesnoot comes around making his rounds down the bar, spotting the big smith, "Pavel! Good to see you made it!" a polite nod to a strange blob- or slug-like creature wearing overalls as he makes his way to where his friend sits. "Hello, hope you are all having a good time." including Jokin and Anya as it appears he is with Pavel and his girl. "The Tournament is filling up, got a couple spots left still."

Jokin just gives Pavel a little shrug of his shoulders and settles back to watching the show. The greeting from Fizzlesnoot draws his attention back again, "I think your tournament's probably a bit out of my league, but thanks." He says, offering a friendly smile.

The songs dies down, the music from the speakers softening to a hum and rubida no longer shilnes like the sun as she walks back to the front of the stage to accept the applause. "My my, looks like we woke uip the lady luck!" She hollers, coaxing the crowd with a pump of her fist. "And a cheer for Arden, what a vision to wake up to." She calls, pumping again. "But now that you're all awake. I bet your damn thisrty. So that bar and servers better get moving... RAISE YOUR GLASS!" She yells and the speakers burst into the next song without hesitation. "Right right, turn off the lights, we're gonna lose our minds tonight, what's the dealio? I love when it's all too much. 5am turn the radio up. Where's the rock and roll?"

Pavel gives Fizzlesnoot a frown as the local 'Borg turns down the excitement of the club's one-day grand society, and pulls out a small bag that stands in for a wallet. "Faheeve-hoondrehd?" he asks, with a look to this bulbous-eyed businessman. "Ees ohkeh, jess. Hohp noht need mahny exhcpeereeyahnce to pleh, szough? Pohkehr, noht so good fohr me." Anya gives him a smack on the shoulder, raises an eyebrow and pointedly taps at her ring finger a few times while offering some words in quick Russian. At least when the end comes, they seem to be laughing enough together. Rubidia's cries are a bit too much for them, but their shot glasses are momentarily raised in salute, if for no reason than to be polite to Fizzlesnoot's effort at the entertainment. It's not bad, really. Just different. That other concert? Now *that* was weird.

Arden takes a moment to consider the reaction to the performance and can't help but grin at the reaction and words from Rubidia. She moves towards the front of the stage but remains just a little behind Rubidia to let her be the clear headliner. She moves with a sensual grace, and spreads her arms wide to accept the cheers that might be set to her way. She doesn't linger long as she lets the other woman transition to the next song. She's a willing prop for the enhancement of the performance. If the opportunity come with the right song, she might even be able to offer some vocal back-up.

Fizzlesnoot adds his two little three fingered hands to the applause, a loud whistle with the little mouth appendages being the fingers. "She's great, isn't she?" commenting to his friends little trio. "Yes, five hundred. For a chance at ten thousand." answering his friend not missing a beat, "It's a pretty even game right now. I'm not in it." chuckling a bit. "An I don't see anyone that looks too threatening over there. I just hope everyone has a good time."

"Suppose it won't hurt. Not much work around here outside of the bush league stuff that doesn't pay enough to repair your armor and reload your plasma cannon. Maybe I'll get lucky." Jokin says as he reconsiders entering the competition. "Sign me up too. Jokin." He says rather non comittally.

"Party Crasher, penny Snatcher, call me up if you want gangsta. Don't be fancy, just get dancey. Why so serious?.. So raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways. All my underdogs, we will never be never be anything but loud and nitty gritty dirty little freaks. Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass? Just come on and come on and raise your glass!" Rubidia belts, leaving the stage to start touring the tables as the dancers go on behind her. "Slam slam, oh hot damn what part of party don't you understand. Wish you'd just freak out (freak out already) Can't stop, coming in hot. I should be locked up right on the spot. It's so on right now." She continues, challenging the tables to get into the spirit and raise their glass. She's sure Fizzlesnoot is overjoyed at the hopping drink tabs even if his serving staff is in hell right now..

With Rubidia leaving the stage, Arden turns her attention to the other dancers on the stage. It becomes an organized group performance with a hints of naughtiness as the dancers are the one part of the act that strip off bits of clothes to appeal the baser instincts.

Pavel seems to be happy enough with entering the game, though not looking as if he expects to win anything. It's loud to be here right now. "Jokin, noht heer befohr? Good first taheeme to cohm, jess? Mehbe mehke mohney? Vhaht prohblehm? Myetahl too harhd to feex? Mehbe could hyehlp veesz szaht. Boot mohr fohr tahlk later."

Fizzlesnoot is loving how busy all his girls are taking care of all the patrons, first time the place has been packed since opening. He motions over towards the tables, "Pick a table and pay the dealer, she'll set you up with your chips. I'd hurry, six tables fill up fast. I'll swing by and see how your doing, gotta go see a few more folks." departing with a smile to each to continue his rounds.

"Oh, Probably won't make money, I'm sure the house has things rigged to pay out someone they want to win." Jokin says with a grin towards Pavel as he leaves his seat, "Either way they make money off of us." He adds with a shrug and starts off towards one of the tables, sitting down and paying his credits for the seat.

Rubidia continues inciding the patrons to nearly riot for larger drink tabs with her table tour. Come the next table she even manages to find and empt glass to raise. "Oh shit my glass is empty, that sucks.." She notes in an aside before tossing it over her shoulder and continuing. "So if you're too school for cool, and you're treated like a fool, you can choose to let it go. We can always, we can always, party on our own... So raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways. All my underdogs, we will never be never be anything but loud and nitty gritty dirty little freaks. Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass? Just come on and come on and raise your glass. Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass for me?! Just come on and come on and raise your glass!!"

Arden does her best with the other dancers to complement the near riot that Rubidia incites by letting the dance resemble the song. And, a couple items of clothes find their way into the audience as the naughtiness of the dance increases in hopes for money to be tossed onto the stage while others spend their money on drinks. The last of the dance involves the girls on stage holding up their hands as if holding their glass in salute to Rubidia.

Pavel pauses, squinting as Rubidia starts to pile on the excitement like a kid with sprinkles and an ice cream sundae who doesn't know when to quite. He looks at Fizzlesnoot as the D-bee departs, and calls out in Russian, "Good to see .... Fizzlesnoot! ...... .... the staff? Everybody's, you know . not very human. No insult intended, just .... of ....... isn't it? Is there . gang ......... Because .... ..... ..... .... ..... ... organized people ... ..... try to force ..... ... .... doing ....... ....... Romanov kept a .... grip to keep things .... that from happening, but ... ....... ...... stop it. .. that what's happened?" He waves a big sausage-finger as one of the bare-boobed waitresses bounces by. Of course, she has four bare-boobs to spare and a bit of a literal mane. Anya asks, "... none .. ... girls .... . told about .... ..... come for an interview? There .... .... three that were interested .. ....... themselves off like ..... but still. .... ............ congratulations!" She ends on a positive note with a bright smile. Pavel listens in, then stands, moving to one of the tables and bringing Anya with him for luck. You want the other guy to be looking at the hot chick on your arm, not thinking about his cards. Initially, he'd sat at one table, but for whatever reason, whether there was an aura of bad luck around it, or for something more material, he stands and moves to sit near Jokin, Anya coming along, of course. He gives the 'Borg a smile and a solid nod of his head. He motions to Rubidia and mumbles to Anya in their tongue, ".... woman is starting to get annoying." (in Russian)

Fizzlesnoot ends up behind the bar after a request from a slender reptilian woman struggling to keep up with serving drinks, causing him to miss what Pavel and Anya says, a smile and nod is all he can manage in return. Handling the easy stuff like beers and single shots or restocking, while the Spider-woman handles the mixers, the duo works hard to catch up with the demand created by the performer, he can't help but have a broad smile on his face the whole time.

Jokin glances over towards Pavel as he moves to join, then shrugs his shoulders a little before looking back towards the dealer, tapping his fingers lightly on the tabletop.

And fianlly the riot comes to a close as the speakers tone down again and rubidia gives a salute to the strugling bar. "Well now, seems you all have some catching up to do. So i'm going to take a quick intermission to let you do that. Then I'll be back out to play a couple more songs. If you all can ahndle that.." She explains, heading off stage as she lets the speakers take up music for the dancers.

Jokin is knocked out of the tournament right away. Not that he's really acting like he was trying to play the game seriously. He shrugs his shoulders when his last chip is gone and moves to stand, "Well, that went about as well as expected. Last time I take the little guy's recommendations at face value." He turns to depart, "Good luck." He offers to the big russian.

When the performance comes to an end for the time being, Arden makes gestures to the other dancers and they move to resume more normal entertainment and pander to the customer's desires before she claims her cloak until she can get her hands on some other clothing items. But, she doesn't exactly feel the need to keep people fromg etting a little peek at the below. She makes her way over towards the tournament to see how things are going.

Pavel's cards are gone before they started, really. Thing is, he thought that it was shooting for the low numbers. He was so close to four-of-a-kind, duces! Oh well. He grins and plants a kiss on his girl, clearly not concerned at all about having just burned through what is a good standard paycheck for a lot of people. "Feezehlsnoot, no veh een hyehl veel I trahee sloht mahcheens!" He chuckles his way to give Jokin a slap on the back. "Joo cohm to see veemohn, exhcspecht veemohn to drehn you drahee, jess?!" He laughs, and receives a healthy punch in the arm for his efforts. Oh yeah, she hadn't gone to the bar yet.

Fizzlesnoot helps get everyone out of the weeds, finally getting a chance to get out from around the bar to check on the tournament himself. "Great show so far." he comments to Arden as he comes by, but the partial borg departing the table with the big smith gets his attention, arms out from his sides questioning, "Already?" surprised to see them out of the game so soon.

"The women at this places only want one thing, same as the management. The credits in your pockets. If you want real entertainment you gotta go to the sleezier places." Jokin says, offering Pavel some expert advice. When Fizz comes around he just simple offers him a nod, "Yup." He says and continues on his way towards the bar.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it so far." Arden replies, before she turns her attention towards the men playing at the tables. "Oh, I wouldn't go so far to say that, my friend." She replies, "Gambling, women, and alcohol isn't where things have to stop around here." She says, with a suggestive tone. One of the men sitting at Pavel's table is kind enough to quickly explain that he had the whole high-low, good-bad thing completely upside down. The big smith gratefully retakes his seat, even calling for Jokin. "Cohm, trahee hahrd? Mehbe defehrehnt cahrds szees taheem." Although he is hopeful and expectant, he stays at the table and enjoys himself, Anya with her head on his shoulder. Not having to bend down at all to do it, either. "Mohr cahrd!" he calls loudly to the dealer. Arden's words incur... a girlfriend's eye from the petite Russian woman.

Fizzlesnoot is a bit disappointed in the mans early knockout in the game, trying to cheerfully give a bright side to it as he heads to the bar, "At least you'll be drinking free for the rest of the night." Seeing Pavel still with a few chips left he pats the man on the shoulder, "Still hangin in I see. Good luck." The dealer continues until one man, or woman, has all the chips on the table in front of them.

Jokin turns to look over his shoulder a little, slowing but not stopping, "Gambling at a table's not my thing." He says to Pavel. His attention then moves to the odd looking woman as she approaches and he offers a laugh, "That so? From what I've heard of this place's legacy that may not be a good thing."

Arden doesn't seem to be phased by the girlfriend's eye, but she doesn't try to incite the other woman to react poorly either. "He's all your's, though." She assures the girlfriend, before she turns her attention to Jokin. She offers a little shrug to Jokin's comment. "That was before I ever came here." She replies, "We deal in making fantasies come real now." She adds with a wink. "What you see is but a taste."

Pavel pats Anya's hand. His flesh may be cold as metal, but his heart's big and warm. She knows that, she's just got a protective streak. Which is okay, because he's once thrown a guy across the room for the wrong phrase at her. Sitting down at the table, Fizzlesnoot gets a smile, and he then sets into the cards. They're dealt, and he fans them expertly. After a moment of looking at them, he tucks them into his chest, and lightly taps the table before himself. Nothing happens. Tap-tap. Dealer keeps looking as the guy next to him takes two cards. Tap-tap. Finally, "Excuse me, sir?" Pavel looks across the table to explain proudly, "Heet me!"

Jokin cracks a grin at Arden, "Well, your boss decided to take all my spending money, and last I checked the fantasy business costs a load of credits. So I suppose a taste is all I get until my next paycheck, eh?" he laughs a bit then shrugs his shoulders, "Though it sounds like there's some beer up there waiting for me at the bar."

Fizzlesnoot lets Arden take care of Jokin for now. Chuckling at Pavel with a shake of his head, "Wrong game buddy." turning to the others at the table apologetically, a couple rolling their eyes at the big man along with the dealer, but still one finds it amusing, all looking at him as easy prey, "He's new to the game, obviously." The dealer gives a quick run down on the rules in order to get the game rolling again.

Arden chuckles faintly, "Perhaps I should try to distract him a little bit next time?" She musingly asks with a wink, before grinning. "And, that could depend on what you're looking for..." She adds, "But, let's get you a drink... everything's a little better with a little to drink." She gestures to the bar.

"I'll take your word for it." Jokin says to Arden with a bit of a laugh and he resumes his trip to the bar, "So, don't take this the wrong way, but what sort of being are you?" he asks, brow lifting a bit as he looks over to Arden, "I've seen quite a few things but nothing quite like you." Fizzlesnoot starts making his rounds again, seeing to the needs of the other folks enjoying the evening of entertainment now that Pavel is being taken care of. Eventually his little form disappearing off in the crowd to the other side of the club where the slot machines are set up.

"That might be a good policy." Arden replies with good-humour, and a grin coming to her lips. She takes a moment to consider the man's question. "I don't always look like this either." She comments, "And, as you might guess, I'm not from around here." She adds, before trying to lead the man over towards the bar. "I'm not quite sure what you mean about what sort of being..."

"Well just that, are you a human who changes her appearance with magic? Are you some sort of magical creation, or something from another world that's just naturally that way. that's all I'm curious about." Jokin says as he sits down on a bar stool, gesturing the bartender over, "Another beer." He says to the man before looking back to Arden, "So what do you look like when you're not looking like this?"

Rubidia emerges from back stage sans fanfare. No need to rile the crowd up just yet as it looks like she'd appreciate a cider first. Or atleast thats what she asks of the bartender as she starts to gather from the conversations there. Fizzlesnoot cheerfully bounces table to table, spending a few moments with each one so all will know their host when the night eventually ends. The biggest inquiry he has to answer, when is Rubi coming back out for another set? To each he teases jokingly that she has left the building, but before he moves on he reassures she will return.

Pavel is enjoying himself at the table. He's up, actually. Significantly up. Still a few hands to go, who knows, this might turn out well! "Ah, I believe you could probably put me under that third heading." Arden replies, before turning her attention to the bartender. "I'll have some of that creamy liquor there." She gestures to the Bailey's-like bottle, before she glances to Jokin. "Whatever seems best or fits a desire." She comments simply before shrugging faintly.

Jokin takes his drink as it's brought over, "Gotcha. Sounds like that's a useful trick there. I know a few people who can do that with their face." He says with a grin, "But not many who can do the whole package." he says, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a drink. "I'm sure it's great in this line of work too, huh?"

Rubidia collects her cider and moves closer to Arden before too many of the crowd realise she is out and about. She lightly reaches to tap the performers shoulder for her attention before explaining. "I'm thinking for my next song I want you and your best girl up front on stage with me in the background. It will work really well with the song i'm going to do. Both of you can take the show with your best performance, it will enhance the message no matter how good."

Fizzlesnoot is still among the crowd keeping spirits high and the drinks filled, finding himself helping out the girls in the delivery of some of the orders as they run off to put in more. All but two of the six tables are finished with their winners, the last two down to the last two or three players, it won't be long now to find out who the finalists are for the ten thousand credit prize.

Pavel looks over his cards, and as the stakes go up, his spirits go down, folding this particular hand. But he looks hopeful, ready to push everything he has forward and into the pot for the final round. "Anya? Vohdka, pleese?" he asks, keeping to a more common tongue only to be polite to the rest of the establishment.

Arden offers a grin to Jokin, before winking. "The whole package is always great." She replies before she turns her attention towards Rubidia. She purses her lips before nodding faintly, "I think I have the girl in mind." She replies before glancing to Jokin. "Excuse me." She adds as she begins to move away from the man, "Show me how risque you'd like us to be." She comments quietly to Rubidia.

Rubidia considers a moment before letting her mind reach out to Arden's again before she heads back stage to finish her cider as things are arranged. Jokin nods to Arden, "Duty calls eh?" he says, finishing off his drink then rising up and begining for the door.

Fizzlesnoot circles around towards the front doors, checking on the doorman on his way back around to the bar, just in time to catch Jokin standing to head out, "Departing so soon? I hope you had a good time, would love to see you back in as a regular."

Pavel looks to Fizzlesnoot as the card game is clearly in its final stages, and with all of his chips gone calls out, "............ . final .... ..... this one. ........... ....... ...... ....... ...... takes all. Really finish out .... .... of the night?" Anya's eyes go wide, but she' s momentarily frozen in disbelief that her beau would suggest something like that. Indeed, it might draw a few heads. (in Russian)

"Well it's not too bad a place, I'm sure I'll be back around again." Jokin says to Fizzlesnoot with a nod of his head, offers a little tip of his imagineary hat, retrieves his pistol then departs.

Arden hms softly before nodding, "That should work well enough." She replies, before she moves off to get the attention of the girl she has in mind for the performance.

The speakers shift tracks to signal the onset of another performance. But oddly enough Rubidia is off in the background and shade as the lights shine on the from of the stage. Interesting..

Fizzlesnoot returns the imaginary hat tipping as the partial borg departs for the evening, then makes his round down the bar. He takes a moment to look upon the stage as the show is beginning to start, the music drowning out Pavel's words. The dealer at Pavel's table informs him, "Please sir, I cannot change the stakes of the tournament, if you would like, I'm sure Fizzle can arrange another table when the tournament is finished."

Pavel nods, and through Anya, does his best to explain that this is exactly what he meant. Finish this tournament, then start another one. As his hand is basically over, he allows himself a moment for a drink and a glance to the stage, patting Anya on the behind to get her to stand tip-toe so that he can whisper something into her ear.

Instead, the forefront of the stage is taken up by Arden and one of the more skillful dancers. They start out close, like a couple in a relationship. The other girl's hand positioned like they'll remove Arden's cloak and Arden's hands suggestively placed as well. They seem to wait for the singer to begin before truly beginning, though.

Rubidia says, "Cocktails and parties watch you take the floor. You move like no one I have ever seen, ever seen before. A crush would be all right. But it’s a bit more than that." Rubidia sings as Arden and the other dancer take the stage, falling in perfect sync with the music from the speakers. "You’re with her. And baby she’s with you. And yet I know it is all that." She continues, looking out onto the stage from the shadow as she sings, the perfect illusion constructed. "Say dreams are dreams alone, and I’ll stay on my own. I will not let you near the feelings I may have (you don’t see the feelings that I have) Say dreams are for the night, and I’ll forget to lie. I’ll hide this heart and never let you see inside (no, you’ll never have to see me sad)""

Fizzlesnoot comes around the bar going over to congratulate the finalists before they play the final round for the ten grand. The dealer explaining Pavel's thought, which has him smiling in Pavel's direction. Once the congratulations are given he goes over to see his friend, "I hear you want to give it another go. Get the hang of it already? Gimme a sec and we can talk up at the bar. I have to get this final round going."

Pavel smiles. "Jess, mehke rheehl mohney fohr byeht ohn. Five-hoondrehd? Fohr cheeldrehn to pleh veesz." He does give the winner a hearty congratulation, however. It was a good game, even though Anya is still staring at him rather wide-eyed. The big smith takes her shoulder in his hand and they turn to see what kind of spectacle is coming next.

As the song begins, it doesn't take long before Arden's cloak is falling to the floor. The other dancer isn't entirely dressed either. As the song does involve two people, their dance is designed to play off each other. They have an easy time to be in sync with the music from the speaker. The audience might easily feel that the two dancers might have some chemistry as they play off each other. They seem to pay no mind to whether they try to steal this particular performance for themselves.

"They say that love at first sight, does not exist. They say that you’re over me. But I don’t agree with this. They say some things that seem to fill my head. Baby all I want’s to hear someone say it’s so good I’m here instead." Rubidia continues, portraying a tragedy of lust and desire unfilled before her. "Say dreams are dreams alone, and I’ll stay on my own. I will not let you near the feelings I may have (you don’t see the feelings that I have) Say dreams are for the night, and I’ll forget to lie. I’ll hide this heart and never let you see inside (no, you’ll never have to see me sad)... And if there’s something that you need, a way to change your mind. If you’d only come to talk to me.. Tell me what you want, I can do anything you like. Anything you like, baby." She continues, moving slowly forward as she does. Her pace bringing her to stand beside the dancing couple on stage as the song reaches climax. "Cocktails and parties watch you take the floor. You move like no one I have ever seen, ever seen before... Say dreams are dreams alone, and I’ll stay on my own. I will not let you near the feelings I may have (you don’t see the feelings that I have) Say dreams are for the night, and I’ll forget to lie. I’ll hide this heart and never let you see inside (no, you’ll never have to see me sad)" And in closing her gestures towards the pair as the dance into the end complete the illusion of a love never known.

Fizzlesnoot takes care of the final festivities of the tournament with one last congratulations before the dealer starts this prize winning round. But before the deal is begun, the security borg brings out a small case with the prize for all to see that are involved. It ain't no joke, ten thousand universal credits are contained within, the borg its table side guardian as the game is played. It's nice to be able to see what you are playing for. Once the game begins, the little guy heads back to the bar to meet up with Pavel to discuss his proposal.

Pavel explains his idea again, this time in slow and deliberate Russian so that his student can understand. The women on stage don't go by without a look of course, and neither does the apparent end of the concert. He switches to American. "So, vhaht ees? Mehke fohr beeg faheenal gehm? Mehke cloob look vyehry beeg? Ohr... ohnly smahl praheeze?" The smith grins, playing games himself.

Arden and the other dancer slowly begin to drift apart as the song continues, while the suggestion of desire and lust doesn't entirely go away. The distance becoming symbolic. The distance allows them to florish a bit more in the dance while the exotic undertones begin to ebb away as the song goes along. The dancers ending up with a protrayed disappointment in their final poses to complete the desired illusion.

That song is complete but Rubidia seems to have one more left to do as she moves to whisper somthing to Arden before seating herself on the edge of the stage before her enticed audience. "Well now, you've seen all sorts of spectacles from me and The lady Luck's very telented staff. I would be its gonna be hard to top that. But we do have one more song that i hope will do just that." She explains form her seat before the speakers come on with the final song.

Fizzlesnoot climbs up into the barstool next to the big guy, takeing some time to enjoy the show as he talks, "Tell ya what I can do. If the winner of the ten grand, is willing to let it ride for a chance to win five thousand more, for a grand total of fifteen thousand pot, winner take all between you and him, mono e mono. I'll let it happen, but it will be his or her choice. I can't change the rules once begun, but I can make the offer you propose. Sound good? Otherwise, I can always arrange another game at another time."

Pavel raises his hand, waving a few pieces of paper credit that clearly wouldn't cover it, but clearly are only a sign of agreement, if the grin wasn't enough. Anya is slapping his side, telling him to bring it down, does he have any idea how much that could help out Little Russia? Still, both of them take a moment to give Rubidia and the ethereal crystalline woman a light round of applause. "Szeenk nehm ees Ahrden? She vas aht fohrge." Slap on the arm. "No, no. Ohnly stohp to look." Slap on the arm. "No, she leeve. Veesz mahn.. not rhemembehr vho." His arm tenses - but no slap comes. Just a hug.

Arden makes come hither gestures to particular dances and lets her previous dance partner moves off. She directs the new girls to take positions where they will be best positioned. Then offers a soft word to Rubidia as if to give a signal.

Rubidia nods and raises her arm to gesture out to the audience. "Close your eyes, open your minds." She requests before leading into her song "Out across cities I see buildings turn into piles. And watch the world in wonder, as mountains turn into tiles. And trees loosing their leaves and their faces becoming tired. I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire.. Come stumble me.." She portraysm her own mind opening to the crowd and taking in their feelings on the song. In return she gives individual minds smippets of the imagery she sings of. A marvel enhanced multiple times with the help of some epathic nd telepathic dancers. "Take me river, carry me far. Lead me river, like a mother. Take me over to some other unknown. Put me in the undertow.."

Fizzlesnoot orders a round of shots for himself, Pavel and his woman Anya. Three Vodkas that show up a few moments later, raising his shot glass, the bigger of the three glasses being the smith's, "To a great night, with hopes to get your final game." shooting down the alcohol setting his glass upside down on the bar, then hops off the barstool. "I have to make another round."

Its Arden's turn to wander amongst the crowd, taking a moment to consider the crowd's reaction to this particular song. She makes the occasional subtle gesture to the girls that are performing around the fringes to better match the performance.

When the glass is turned down, Pavel grins and takes Anya gently by the hand over to the card table that he'd been playing at. After making himself comfortable, he turns for a good luck peck on the cheek - but instead, grabs her by the waist lifts her up and sets her down on his lap, side-saddle. "Joo holhd cahrds, fohr good look."

"Such other things that make a kingdom rumble and shatter, the same dynamic that another day would never matter. It really just depends on who's giving and who's receiving. And things that don't make sense are always a little deceiving.. Come and humble me.." Rubidia sings on, constructing the ultimate fantasy of performance with higher mental faculty. "Take me river, carry me far. Lead me river, like a mother. Take me over to some other unknown. Put me in the undertow.. I wanna go where you're going. A follower, following. Changing, but never changed. Claiming, but never claimed.. Take me river, carry me far. Lead me river, like a mother. Take me over to some other unknown. Put me in the undertow.."

As she wanders, Arden adds a little to the performance by offering a soft support to the song being sung. Not loud enough to rival the singer or draw much attention to her, but help nudge the occasional client along in the mood of the performance.

Fizzlesnoot makes his way through the patrons and waitresses making another round to try and catch anyone he may have missed throughout the night. hospitality involves getting to know your guests and that is his primary goal. Taking time to have a drink with some folks, others , just enjoy the show and chat a bit.

Pavel notes again aloud the number of non-human types in the club, a very strange ratio compared to what he'd gotten used to seeing. Enough so that he'd bring it up again if Fizzlesnoot happened past. For now, there isn't much for him to do but sit, bounce Anya on his lap along with the music and watch her fold a cloth napkin into a limp piece of origami.

The performance complete Rubidia rises to stand before her audience and accept their applause. Which she then takes up to extend it to Arden and the dancers fro turning it back to the audience themselves who were exceellent. All said and done she steps down off the stage to let regular performances resume and head towards Fizzlesnoot. "So, how was my audition?" Arden adds to the applause as the performance comes to an end, and she graciously accepts the acknowledgement of her contribution. As the attention drifts away from her, she's able to take quick slip-on clothing from one of the staff as arranged. She may still be commando underneath, but she doesn't need to wander around in the cloak any longer.

Fizzlesnoot applauding happily along with the crowd as Rubidia approaches, "I have to say, I couldn't have imagined it any better. That was great. We can discuss other shows and adequate compensation, tomorrow? You pick a time and I will be here." The crowd and staff alike stop to applaud the performance. The final round of the tournament is finally wrapping up as well, its down to two, a human man and a humanoid that has emotionless features resembling a devil of sorts, a very handsome gentleman despite the horns and black eyes. Pavel, being playful, grabs a five-credit chip and tosses it in Rubidia's direction, feeling that if he was close enough to be invited to her wedding, he's close enough to have a bit of fun. Or that's the excuse that he gives to Anya when she gives him a dirty look after the piece is already airborne. Who's going to win the final bout at the tournament? Who knows, but it looks like Pavel's ready to challenge any newcomers.

Rubidia nods, about to reply but an errant credit chip slips under her heel and she goes down with a crash. "Ow." She grimaces at the blunder, wondering who's bright idea that was as she regains her sense to look up to Fizzlesnoot. "Um tomorrow afternoon before you open?"

Arden makes her way over towards the singer at the unexpected crash, "Are you alright?" She asks, ready to help the other woman in case any assistance is desired. Her gaze also checks to see what caused the issue and frowning faintly as she spies the credit chip.

Fizzlesnoot quickly moves to help Rubidia up from her spill, "Are you all right?" in stereo with Arden, glancing over in the direction the chip came flying from, a not so pleasant look upon his face. The final hand has the devilish being winning the pot, the ten grand has found its new owner. The little club owner too busy to congratulate him just yet.

Pavel is rather surprised. His aim was off. Oh well, it can't hurt but to redirect attention by applauding and congratulating the horned devil. Anya looks embarrassed and livid. That stare gets him moving, enough to head toward Rubidia trying to help, admitting his own guilt. "Sohry. Vahs soopohsed to heet chehst, bounce. Vyehry foohny."

"I'm alright, I'm alright." Rubidia insists as everyone rushes to help her up. She even gives a forgiving nod to Pavel. "Could have happened to anyone." She says to reassure him as she fully recovers. "Well then, it looks like i've had enough fun for tonight. I better disappear before this crowd demands another song."

"I can sing for the crowd if need be." Arden responds with good humour, before smiling at the other woman. "I enjoyed getting a chance to perform with you. And, perhaps you'll come up with another fantasy for next time." She comments, before glancing briefly to Fizzlesnoot.

Fizzlesnoot gives a subtle sigh of relief as she reassures she's alright. "If everything is alright, I guess I will see you tomorrow afternoon then. Again, a wonderful show. I am very impressed." leaving Arden to tend to Rubi, a raise of one finger to note he will be right back, he goes over to congratulate and present the winner with his prize. Once the prize is handed off, he pulls the man aside to make the offer Pavel presented to him. With a subtle bow, the gentleman gives a shake of his head to decline the offer. The two men talk a few more moment with the little guy shaking the man's hand and he departs with his case. The little d-bee makes his way back over to Pavel.

The smith can read body language, and makes a dismissive, "eh" sound when the bet is called off. Still, he's obviously enjoyed himself, as did Anya. A quick check of watches and the general winding-down of the atmosphere makes him lead his girl off toward Fizzlesnoot, hand outstretched and likely ready to depart, by the looks of it.

"By all means." Rubidia agrees with Arden. "And I'm sure this was but the first fantasy performance." She assures with a nod as she starts to move away, fully recovered. "So then I'll see you both tomorrow." She confirms then heads out.

Fizzlesnoot accepts the hand of his friend with a broad smile, "Leaving? I'm sorry friend, not tonight. But. He is willing to join a future game should you wish it another time. He said you can call the stakes. Think about it and let me know."

Arden flashes a grin to Rubidia, before she turns her attention to continuing the entertainment for those clients still around.

Pavel shakes Fizzlesnoot's hand and makes a final round. Even Anya manages to give the proprietor a little peck on the cheek before the two Russians are out the door.