Dec 16 04:55:20 106 PA - A blizzard outside
From Chronicles
Logfile from Rifts.
The current game time is: Fri Dec 16 04:55:20 106 PA. Kingsdale - The Alibi
Due to the weather being as close as you're likely to see to a blizzard this far south, the club is nearly deserted. The DJ is playing funk records, bouncy dancing music, but there are only a few people on the dance floor.
Replying to Maya with a shimmy of his own, Mikjel dips low, looking up at her. "Yup, I reckon that burying yourself in work's one way to deal with it." He rises, close, a tease for her in turn before stepping back. "Of course, you could just ask him when he's going to go out with you, make him pick an actual day and time."
Maya doesn't quite stumble, but there is a brief hesitation in her movements that go with the rush of wanting when he makes that comment, and if she blushes, she hides it with a back step and then bounces to the music, feet together, arms over her head. "Maybe." She comments with a grin, her emotions hidden according to her face. "I might tie him down to a date or something." A flash of pure lust at those words and her cheeks flush.
Mikjel gives Maya a shrug, stepping around her, tracing a fingertip across bared shoulders before dancing behind her without touching. "Yup, that you could. I reckon there's plenty of men who wouldn't be that adverse to being tied down on a date with you." He moves lightly to the beat, adding, "Or, for that matter, tying you down on a date. Tastes differ, I guess."
Maya watches him move around her, a light shiver running across her body as his finger traces across her body. "Which way is your tastes?" She asks the question as if she can't not ask it, hazel eyes widening for an instant. Maya turns then, the movement taking her a step away from her partner, her cheeks flushed, slightly breathless from the dance. "Plenty of men don't like sleeping in a coffin..."
Mikjel shrugs, tossing his hands to the sky, body moving to the beat. "Way I look at it, more about having fun than taste. Been tied up, tied folk up... I reckon I like the latter a little more, but both can be fun." He steps close, brushing against her as he continues, "Hadn't slept in a coffin, so it was something to try. Still ain't slept in a coffin with the lid down, neither," and away again, with a twirl and hands raised in the air.
With her options limited for activities when she sensed the weather would be bad, Sage secreted herself away into the Alibi. She sips lightly on her drink while she listens to the music. When she notices she's just finished off the last of her beverage, she gives a soft sigh as she begins to wonder at the wisdom in her choice. It would be better if there were some people she knew around, and her gaze begins to wander over the sparse crowd...
The music changes beat to a slower one, and Maya's reply is lost in a glance towards the DJ's booth. She stops, lifting her hands in a defensive gesture, "I think I want to sit this one out." She comments softly, half hoping for him to protest, half hoping he won't, as she turns towards their table, her cheeks flushed. "I haven't closed the lid in years."
Mikjel steps near, one hand resting on her hip. "Sure you don't wanna try a slow dance? Ain't like there's folk around to see us." He waits for an answer, though, adding, "Me, I reckon that having the lid down would feel safe, sheltered, but it ain't like I know what goes on in that head of yours."
Until her gaze begins to approach the dance floor, Sage is about to give up hope of this becomine more interesting until she sees a couple on the dance floor. A smile comes to her lips as she springs out of her chair and begins to make her way towards the dance floor. "Maya..." She calls softly as she approaches.
Maya half turns back to the man, a flush rising in her cheeks and she opens her mouth to speak, the wash of emotion from her speaking loudly enough of how much she does want that slow dance. Her name saves the moment though and she spins on her heel, almost running to offer Sage an enthusiastic hug. "Sage!"
Mikjel makes his way back to the table, lighting the remaining half of his cigarette before sitting down once more. He finds his drink and takes a long sip, followed by a slow drag on the cigarette, not wanting to interrupt the two of them.
The enthusiasm of the greeting she receives takes Sage off guard, but she accepts the hug as a welcome distraction. She'll even let it linger for a moment if the other woman doesn't pull away. "I'm glad to see a familiar face." She says softly, loud enough to hear over the music due to proximity. She glances over Maya's shoulder but the man she was with isn't standing there. When she pulls back from the hug, she smiles at Maya. "I guess you had the same idea I did." She comments, with a mildly rueful look.
Maya half turns, glancing after the man she was with. "Closer than home, in this weather. I got caught short." She turns back to the table, offering Sage a hand to take the woman with her. "Mik, do you know Sage?" The bright introduction is given with a wide grin as Maya settles herself back in her chair, grabbing up her drink and taking a slurp of the purple stuff.
Mikjel nods, raising his drink to Sage. "Yup. We met a few days ago, then again after that." He is holding a plastic pint glass containing rye and ice, which he sips. Giving Maya a grin, he says, "Reckoned she were vetting me to make sure you weren't getting yourself into any trouble."
Content enough at the unexpected company, Sage takes the other woman's hand gently as they walk over towards the table where the man waits. "Well, the storm should be lightening soon." She comments softly, "Long enough to get home anyway." Her lips curl faintly at the question about whether the man knows her. She takes a seat at the table as well. "Ah." She replies to Mikjel's explanation, "And... what would you think my conclusion would be if I were?" She asks, with a little mischief in her tone.
Maya's drink pauses in midair, her gaze flying to Mikjel, startlement written on her face. "Vetting..." She repeats slowly, turning puzzled eyes on Sage, her cheeks flushing. Before she can speak, a beeping from her coat pocket alerts her to a tiny buzzing box. She shuts off the noise, hesitating before she speaks again. "Work need me. Guess it got busy." The comment from Sage has her gaze flying between the pair before she shakes her head. "I better go." She leaves her drink, grabbing up her coat, and heading across the room, practically flying away, or possibly towards...
Mikjel shrugs at Sage, saying, "I reckon you'd tell her that I wasn't a good sort to be seen with." He leans back in his chair, smoking with obvious pleasure. "Don't know whether you'd be able to change her mind about things, though." A grin and a shrug. "Ain't no matter. Things happen as they happen."
"I'm not sure that you are any more eccentric in your views than some others around here..." Sage comments, "Erica seemed to think you were a good sport, though... if that means anything to you." She gives a faintly amused smile, before shrugging faintly. "And.. yes, they tend to at that."
Mikjel gives her a grin, saying, "Well, guess your assessment of my character's a damn sight better than my assessment of what I thought your assessment would be, hein?" He finishes his cigarette, grinding it out on his boot before asking, "This director guy. Any idea why he ain't asked her out yet?"
"Perhaps... but, they say nothing is certain in life." Sage replies with a teasing tone, "Although, I suspect our opinions of ourselves are usually lower than other's... well, unless you're Sebastien." She makes a faint face at the name before shrugging it off. She pauses for a moment to consider the question, "Well, he's a nice guy... but always seems to have his noise buried in work a fair bit. Might have asked him out at one point if I saw him around more..."
Mikjel nods understandingly, saying, "Well, I hope he asks her out sooner rather than later. Seemed like Maya were getting a little miffed at being put off." He takes a sip of his drink, adding, "And I prefer it when folk are having a good time, instead of being all upset and pining."
Sage nods faintly, "Well, if I bump into him sometime, I may suggest that... otherwise, someone will have to figure out how to deal with the situation..." She pauses as she considers the matter, but she doesn't seem to make much progress beyond causing her attention to drift a little.
Mikjel shrugs, finishing his drink and standing up. "I reckon that Maya will land on her feet regardless." Recovering his coat, he continues, "Doesn't seem the type to end up all mopey and pining because she didn't manage to get a date. Anyway, I reckon I ought to brave the storm before I can't find my truck no more."
Sage chuckles softly, "Alright, I'll likely take advantage of the lull that's about to come as well... I think I've had enough of the music here and with the two I know leaving... it wont be much cheerier than watching the storm out a window in the comfort of home." She rises from her own seat as she goes to claim her own winter clothing.
Mikjel dons his coat, giving Sage a wave before he sets out into the snowy weather.
