Feb 11 18:40:34 106 PA

From Chronicles

Kingsdale - The Alibi 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. For the event, there are groupings of heart-shaped balloons in varying sizes, each tied with either a red or pink or white ribbon. They float merrily at the end of their ribbons, a small weight at the end holding them in place. The tables have been arranged to allow both more intimate seating and to allow groups, and all of them have been covered over with festive tableclothes -- the intimate ones are solid red, and the larger ones are white with a heart pattern to them, and the tables have white napkins for as many as are expected to sit there. Vases with red roses decorate the tables, as do small pieces of confetti in the shapes of hearts and cupids. There are also menus on each of the tables to announce what food there is to be had for dinner. The dance floor has been left clear in invitation of those who wish to partake of it.

Late morning is when the Alibi opens up, after an uncommon close for the staff to prepare the main floor for the festivities. Now open and already welcoming in guests, things have gotten off to a smooth, if quiet start for the day. It's reservation only, but reservations aren't hard to come by and a dress code of casual dress is suggested, though not expressly required. Most fall into this area, though some dress up over it while a few dress down. Already a few couples are on the dance floor, a more casual, romantic music pipped in for the occasion. Others mingle at the bar or sit in clusters at the tables, eating or drinking.

Desmond is clad in his not often seen suit, comfortable in the fitted suit as he observes the front quietly from a spot nearby. Though not sporting armor and weapons, he maintains the same sort of alert vigilance as he does when he is. In a relaxed attention state, hands loosely linked behind him, he keeps a casual eye on the polite, but efficient door guards whilst occasionally survenying the floor itself, though nothing as of yet requires his attentions. A good thing.

Aimee has been here almost all day, from her morning breakfast with Desmond, to a short moment ago when she slipped off to change, exchanging glances with the feline, her eyes warm. She returns, making her way from the office silently, her gaze taking in the bar, observing those who have arrived, the staff and their working and most of all, the location of her feline lover. She turns her footsteps there, moving across the dancefloor towards him, her dress eyecatching enough to draw his attention.

Having been here through the morning to see to the preparation for the food to be served later, Isabeau took a brief break to head back to her trailer to change her clothes before returning. She'd been awake and here early, having wanted to see to or oversee as much of it as she could. Etienne had been here as well, helping her and making sure that she took care of herself, and though he's still at the trailer, he's promised to return soon. Nervous, Isabeau steps through the doors again, lifting her left hand to brush a stray curl from her face, tucking it away behind one of her ears, taking a moment to look over those who have arrived in the time she was gone.

Working in concert with Isabeau was Sage, as they prepared food for the coming event. She kept an eye on the other woman but not as closely as the woman's man would have. Instead of going back to her apartment to change, she had simply brought along a change of clothes. Once it seems that this portion is done, she walks out into the public area to see how things are progressing.

Tirzah has been waiting patiently while nursing a coffee with Irish cream. The arrangements looked quite nice if too communal for her preference. She'd have fun here though, and hoped Sage would too. But the main event awaited elsewhere later tonight. So she takes small sips often, figiting from caffeine and anticipation.

Desmond is looking for Aimee, part of his occasional glance towards the rest of the room, the sweep of his eyes lingering on the back office door each time it passes over. He wants to see her wearing it and when she does e merge, his attention fixes ion her. Her approach will be met half way, his arms extending out at once, though he does not embrace her fully, a loose wrap that he might take more time to study the dress and how it wraps her up close. "It suits you perfectly," he tells her with naught but the truth in his deep rolling voice. "The perfect size." Some relief in that, mingling with a subtle added huskiness of voice. Once he has seen his fill for the moment, he will firm his arms and draw her closer against him as she allows. The door is left to the staff. They can do without him for a little while.

With only day and location noted to him, Leonard steps in with the hopes that he is fashionably early, rather than the alternative. He takes in the surroundings and preparations with a growing smile. It would appear that he was not tardy, afterall.

Aimee's smile for Desmond is one she has for him alone, warm and soft. "Oui. The person who chose it, he must have known my body well. You look fine, and handsome, mon amour." Her words are murmured as she rises to kiss him on the cheek. She hugs him, studying his face with a warm look. "I think, me, this will work well. I must go and sing, mon chat." She lifts fingertips to touch his cheek and then begins to move away, towards the front.

As her gaze settles on the pair who own the establishment, Isabeau offers a warm smile and a nod, her blue eyes showing a hint of a sparkle to them. Her gaze continues to rove, though, thus finding Sage when she exits in her change of clothes. Through the others gathered then does she start to make her way, aiming for Sage. Her nervousness shows, evidenced in the fidgetting of fingers of one hand with the other, a motion which she manages to still when she realises she's doing it, a blush of warm colour rising into her cheeks.

Noticing a few couples around, Sage takes a moment to consider them quietly. Among them, she notices the rather imposing figure of the feline and the dress that she'd seen a picture of gracing Aimee's figure. A small smile touches her lips, wondering what else the feline had settled on getting for his partner. Then, before she begins to rude stare, her attention drifts away. Briefly she notices a redhead at the bar in a white gown, but the approach of someone draws her attention away. A smile takes her lips, "Isabeau!" She calls softly as she walks towards her friend. She looks over the woman's dress. "All these people in nice dresses makes me think I should try one.... one day." She chuckles, and shrugs faintly. "Soon we shall see the fruits of your labour..." She adds softly, arms opening slightly in case the other woman feels the need for the comfort of a hug.

Not a couple in and of himself, and perhaps not expecting to be, Leonard moves to one of the larger tables and takes a seat. Those few faces with which he is familiar appear to be quite occupied in one fashion or another, so his attention turns, for the moment, to the decor and menu at his newfound table.

Tirzah turns as she hears Sage call out to Isabeau. Smiling she relaxes a bit more and finishes her cup. She clutches it for a moment while considering what to order next. Watching Sage from the bar she smirks, liking her formal wear. Idly she considers if she should incorporate something for their shared eastern theme. then turning to the bar she orders two cherry hearts, and collects the tumblers to go catch up with her love.

"He does," Desmond tells Aimee in no uncertain terms. The kiss met with a turn of his he ad, a nuzzle along her cheek and a playful, descending hand that takes a more bold grip before he releases her to move away. "I will be watching," he promises her simply. And he does as she departs from him, fingers of his right hand curling and uncurling in unrequited.. something. As Aimee goes up on stage, he forces himself to draw his eyes away and give the room itself a bit more attention. Noting Isa's nod, he returns it, then picks up on more familiar and unfamiliar faces about as he surveys the area. Seeing as Isa and Sage are moving together, he decides to start there, approaching to meet the two, his hands linked behind his back. "I see the preparations are well in hand," he rumbles as he comes up to the two, his eyes flicking between them. "There were not issues of concern with the food? Nothing that needs more direct attention?"

Cassius steps into his haunt at the Alibi, his robes tightly wrapped around him, respirator on, hood up. Shivering at the last gust of air that catchs him before the door shuts. Shaking his head out, feeling cold and dry, he ghaspingly removes his hood. "Wow..." shaking off his robe and checking his piece before entering onto the main floor. Teen's cheeks are still red from cold, but he appreciates the warmth of the club.

As Sage calls to her, Isabeau's attention ends up on the other woman again, and she smiles warmly. "Ah, Sage -- you look beautiful," she says warmly, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. She blushes deeper, then gives a small nod. "Soon, indeed," she says softly, nerves showing in her voice now, if only briefly. She steps closer to accept the hug offered, letting it linger for a moment before parting. "Thank you. You've been wonderful help," she says warmly, complimenting for the hard work in the kitchen earlier. Her gaze turns to Desmond, and she smiles and blushes at the same time, giving a nod as she looks up at him. "They are, aye. We were able to get much done this morning, though it seemed the time went by so quickly. There was nothing amiss with the food, it's just a matter of the last cooking, and I expect I'll be in and out of the kitchen yet. You have such wonderful staff here," she says softly, having found it a pleasure to work with them. They were easy to teach and explain things to, and she found it enjoyable.

A smile touches her lips at the compliment, "Thank you... but, you look prettier." She comments, with a soft chuckle. She nods before hugging the other woman. "You're welcome." She says soft with a friendly warmth. When the feline approaches, she turns to face the man. "There is one thing that may need attention." She adds softly, "It is a special treat that I made up that you and Aimee may have or offer as you please." She smiles secretively. "But, everything went smoothly." She assures, slipping an arm around Isabeau to give the woman a gentle squeeze before letting go again. She glances towards approaching white form out of the corner of her eye and smiles softly to it.

Leonard lifts his eyes from his table as others enter. The teen with reddened cheeks in teal is noted, recognized, and receives a nod of acknowledgement or greeting. Leonard otherwise continues to appear guest more than host, unless his duties are to hold down specific table and chair from lifting off the floor.

Joining the group forming around Sage with a warm smile and a nod of greeting Tirzah hands Sage the second tumbler. "This does look quite well down both of you. I'm sure everyone will appreciate the special effort you've made for this date. But hopefully you still have time for special moments yourselves." She finishes with a sly wink.

"We pay well for talented individuals," Desmond confirms, his head bobbed once towards Isa. "I am plased that they served you well in the preparations." And he seems so, even if his steady voice isn't the most emotive. He then looks to Sage and a brow arches subtly at her note of a special treat. Curious, yes, though he rumbles to her, "Perhaps when Aimee takes a break in her singing, we might see what this is and act accordingly, he responds. as Tirzah joints, he nods once to her and adds, "Yes, there is no reason not to enjoy the time now. If all is in order, allow the staff to complete matters. They will emerge if there is a need." He dips again, giving a slight half bow as he adds, "Enjoy yourselves, I must mingle, as it were." Of course, his retreat from the three females is not quick, so parting words are easily possible.

Isabeau turns her attention to Tirzah, and she blushes a little before giving a small nod. "Thank you, very much," she says softly. "I don't think Etienne will let me away with not taking time for special moments. He was in the kitchen through the morning helping with it all, and keeping an eye on me," she comments, her cheeks still holding some colour in them. Her attention finds Sage again, and she blushes deeper. "Thank you," she says warmly, her eyes sparkling. Her gaze turns to Desmond, and then she gives a small nod. "They certainly live up to that. They served very well in the kitchen to help with everything, and they know their duties well with what's left to be done," she says softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Enjoy, Desmond," she adds, inclining her head towards him.

Sage isn't sure whether the two will like the Cherry Amaretto Cheese Heart she made, but it seemed appropriate when she was making it up. She takes the tumbler from Tirzah, "Thank you." She murmurs softly, before turning her attention back to the other two for a moment. "Of course." She replies to the feline, before she looks over to Beau with a warm smile. "You're welcome. May this day be extra special for you." She murmurs the last bit, before nodding to the feline.

Tirzah considers things as she watches Desmond depart and listens to Isabeau with a warm smile. Sipping her drink she considers the setting and atmosphere. Humming softly to Aimee's songs, as they remind her of Kailee. yes this was a special place and time. And it would be hard to top it later, but she was confident. Smiling that confidence to Sage she blushes slightly. "Wanna dance?" She enquires, juiced up enough on the atmosphere to let some out.

In the interests of a drink, and much of the staff occupied with last minute preparations, Leonard rises and steps towards the bar. With any luck, the table will not dart off of its own volition. As he nears the, now much more cheery, pair of Tirzah and Sage, he offers both a pleasant half-smile and greeting. "Good day to you both. It looks like everyone has been quite busy for this little event..."

Desmond dips his head towards the women, then turns to consider the room. Spying Cassius and Leonard, he moves towards Leo, closing the gap a bit. "Welcome to the Alibi," the large feline rumbles, his voice a rolling basso profundo. "Is there any assistance I might provide you?" Asked with a relaxed formality, though his tone and expression hold a distinct lack of emotional lean. He keeps a modest distance from the man, to reduce his loom factor somewhat.

Into the measured, not-really-chaos, enters Etienne. Not dressed in his normal armor and cloak, there's no sign of his sword. No, instead, he's dressed in something different. Finery, specific to this event. Pale blue soft cotton shirt, dark blue dress pants, dark blue suit jacket, tooled black belt around his waist. About the only thing he wears that's somewhat normal to him is his long black cloak. He pauses upon entering, several steps away from the door so as not to block it, and looks around. His eyes settle upon Isabeau in due course, and he turns and walks in the redhead's direction. He nods to those he passes, offering quiet words of greeting, but doesn't really stop to make conversation.

Isabeau smiles warmly at Sage, and she gives a nod. "May yours be extra special as well, Sage," she says warmly, her eyes sparkling. Her gaze turns to Tirzah, and she inclines her head slightly to indicate she doesn't mind if her company is stolen away. Etienne should be here soon, after all, and he's sure to find her. Her gaze shifts back to briefly look to Desmond and the man she doesn't know. Lifting her left hand, she captures a stray curl and tucks it behind one of her ears, and she stays near to the bar. As she takes a moment to look across those who have come for the event, and as her gaze plays back, she spies her Etienne and smiles brightly, lifting her right hand to give a little wave to show that she's seen him. She'll stay where she is, and her right hand comes to rest on the slight swell of her stomach.

Sipping from the drink that she's been offered by her partner, Sage takes a moment to more fully consider the decorations of the place. A soft smile coming to her lips, before her attention flickers to the man that passes by. "Hey... and, yes, it took a fair bit of work." She replies, before looking to Tirzah at the question. Her gaze considering the woman briefly, as she considers the style of music. Her gaze drifts to the dance floor to consider it. "Perhaps we should drag other people along so we don't stand out for our lack of talent..." She looks over to Isabeau, with a warm smile. "It has the promise to be..." She says, "You're welcome to come to the dance floor with us... and who knows, perhaps your man will teach us all how to dance properly." She says the last bit with a bit of humour before she turns to offer her hand to Tirzah.

Tirzah snickers and doesn't hesitate to take Sage's hand and casually lead her out to the floor, dropping off her drink at a vacant table en route. "What do you mean 'our' lack of talent? 'We' have lots of talent. No skill maybe but its not like we intend to make a living at this. All that has to be genuine I hear is the feelings your body moves to." She retells to Sage as she embraces her in a close steady dance. "I'd like to see something more genuine than us." She challenges to Sage with a wink.

Leonard turns towards the offer of assistance that is felt almost as much as heard, gaze forced to lift to find Desmond's head even with the polite distance. "I was just looking for a drink, but I think I can find the bar without becoming lost." He chuckles to the large feline. "The staff seem occupied enough as it is."

"I am host of this place, it is no bother," Desmond replies to Leo simply, his head dipped once. "But if a quiet drink is your wish, that will be well provided." Indeed, the bar is well stocked and drinks are being dispensed quickly for those who come looking. Desmond will shift his attention then, looking towards the stage. Towards where Aimee sings. The linger of his attention is notable, though the reactions are held within. But after that pause, he looks towards Leo and rumbles, "Enjoy your time here." He then moves off a little, moving through the room slowly.

Etienne will find Isabeau, of course. He always does if he happens to be looking. Which is often, really. He smiles as she tucks a lock of hair away. And as she smiles at him, he smiles in return. As he draws close, his eyes dip down to the curve of her stomach and her hand resting there. His smile wilts a little bit as he reaches her. "Ye alrigh', Isa?" Concern tinges the question as he lifts a hand to gently touch her cheek. Thus far, with his attention focused on Isabeau as it is, Etienne hasn't noticed the decorations just yet.

A glance is given to Sage, and then she faintly shakes her head. "Oh, not just yet, but likely in a little while I might be able to be convinced to join you out there," she comments, quirking a warm smile. Her attention flickers over Tirzah,but then easily slips back to Etienne, watching him approach. And as he comes up to her, she lifts a hand to lightly touch his cheek, her blue eyes sparkling as she looks up at him. "Oh, aye, I'm all right," she says softly, a smile teasing at the corners of her lips. Closing what little distance is left between them, she then slips her arms around him to hug him, looking up at him. "It was a busy morning, and I'm glad that you were here through it all," Isabeau says softly, resting her head against his chest for a moment. Even though he did make her rest more than she thought strictly necessary, the morning is likely trying to catch up to her.

With one redhead declining to go the dance floor, Sage moves with the other one to the dance floor. She places her own glass on the same table as Tirzah places her's for simplicity. She accepts the embrace, letting the feeling of the closeness of her partner and the emotions she sense around her begin to ease her into the subtle motions of the dance. She moves to her own beat rather than that of the music, "If you say so..." She says teasingly to the comments about talent, before she smiles at the next comment. "Perhaps we'll find out."

True his word, Leonard does manage to locate the alcohol repository without a hazardous step. After a soft inquiry, he acquires a stark purplish drink and steps back towards the general milieu. As pairs meet, begin to dance, or just admire each other from across the room, he becomes a casual spectator once more. A few sips allow his palate to appraise the colorful concoction in his hand as his eyes do so with the gathering crowd. The songs slow and passionate Tirzah has no trouble finding a soothing flow from her feelings to guide their dance. Letting Sage find her center and link with hers like they did before she's patient and comforting. Her depression of the day before long burned away by the joy she felt in all she has worked for for this day coming to pass. Though she still had to wait a bit, she was open for a little appetizer here.

Desmond tries his hand at mingling with random people after leaving Leo to his own. He's not looking too bad in his suit and he moves about the people with a personable, if still so very 'Desmond' manner. The straight expression, the smooth and unvaried roll of his deep voice rumbling lowly as he speaks to one individual, then a couple, making only faint motions now and then with his hand amid the moments of small talk. He's learned well from some tutor when it comes to being the host. Perhaps the one on stage that, between pauses, he continues to cast looks towards. The morning has started off well and afternoon nears with the slow flow of people in continuing and the festivities undisturbed.

As Isabeau comes closer and hugs him, Etienne wraps his arms around her and holds her close. "Aye, 'n looks like 'twas a good thin' I made ye res' more than ye wanted ta." What with the morning apparently catching up to the woman now. He leans down a little to gently kiss the top of her head. Then he looks around again, notices the bar. "Would ye like somethin' ta drink, Isa?" Something non alcoholic, likely, considering the pregnancy.

The door to the club slowly opens, admiting a sole, lonely and yet familar soul. There's a slight stomp of feet to clear off snow from outside, along with the clunk and scrape of the sound of armored boots. The armored feline at the door clearly having returned from yet some other mysterious long forray into the world beyond Kingsdale. For Kesslan has been gone a long time. Again. Only to return home again. A brief soft murmur as he speaks with some of the staff near the entrance, though at least one of those he has come here to seek out is easily located, if perhaps a little occupied at the moment. The other's presence however is at the very least confirmed, and due to his size, probably not too hard to find either. A thing the pantheran d-bee is at least gladdend by as he slips off his helmet and gives his head a weary shake.

The dancers fail to regain Isabeau's attention, for with Etienne here and with her, he keeps it. She blushes a little, though as she slips from the hug, she keeps one of her arms around him. "Mmm... well, I don't mind so much that you did, now," she comments, looking up at him through her lashes. "Something to drink would be lovely. I think some of the berry cocktail that's been made for today, and with no alcohol added to it," she suggests. Avoiding alcohol is, at least for her, a difficult task, considering that she normally drinks like a fish. She gives him a little squeeze then, looking up at him with a smile. "You look wonderful, by the way," she adds, her eyes showing a sparkle to them.

The slow dance seems to be easy enough for Sage as she takes her time to find her center. The dance floor may be more spacious than she's used to from previous occasions, but she keeps herself facing more towards the stage and sides where there aren't many people. Eventually, her body motions begin to mildly reflect the nature of the song being offered.

Leonard nurses his drink, which involves more carry than sip, as he mingles. His interperetation of the verb is to stand in a conspicuously non-dancing, non-embracing fashion roughly between the majority of the current guests and the source of alcohol distribution. A passing woman, who is a solid head and shoulders taller than he, receives a pleasant greeting and smile. It is returned, at least, but unaccompanied lady still continues. Leonard notes her again a few moments later on her return trip, this time not alone. The man accompanying her is even taller than she, and notably more broad. Leonard's budding smile to her quickly sputters and dies as he notes this, considering his notice is noticed, and the other man is not smiling.

Desmond notices Kesslan after a few moments, finishing his low talk with a couple. They move away with a smile and he bids them off with a half bow before his awareness sweeps outward again. A glance towards Aimee again, of course. Lingering a beat before his attention sweeps the interior. Kesslan stands out, the only ones armored beside him being the guards. Leaving off hospitality for the moment, he turns and approaches his fellow with a smooth step. "Kesslan, I did not think you would come in time," he rumbles, pleased enough that he has by the tone. "But I did plan for this, if you would like to dress in something more.. fitting to the occasion." His brows lifted slightly.

As Sage slowly gets comfortable Tirzah starts warming for her again, drawing a miniscule measure of power from her link to simmer inside herself. "You see me at my best and worst, and accept it all. Have I told you how much I appreciate that? Even if I have, I still do." She whispers to Sage warmly before moving to kiss her openly.

For his own part, the feline D-bee seems a touch confused as to what is even going on, though as Desmond approaches he decides to sit and wait like the pacient hunter to find out what is even going on. Clear signs of questions uppon the pantheran's features, as well as a desire to offer up a friendly greeting to Desmond as the larger feline approaches. However, covered in the grit of the road and his travels, he clearly is unwilling to risk dirtying up Desmond's suit. Afterall, he fully understands the need for descretion when ceremonies are about, even if he doesn't really understand the human way of doing things.

"Desmond. It is good to see you and Aimee both again." he says, not hiding the true happiness in the slightly tired tone of his voice. "But.. what occasion is this?" his ears perking up as he looks about, clearly clueless as to what is going on, yet more than willing to find out. Pantheran curriosity being a thing most legendary in it's scope, if perhaps not so well known by other races yet.

Aimee, on stage, spies Kesslan as he enters, and the song actually stumbles. Briefly, and only a moment, but it does. A member of staff makes a tiny signal and she brings the song to a close, announcing a soft break, leaving the background music of the piano to be with the romancers. She herself moves swiftly across the floor, towards the two felines and her face is warm, that smile that is kept purely for them. Kesslan, his arrival such a surprise, receives the warmest of hugs, and a light kiss. "Mon minet..." She murmurs.

Etienne smiles down at the redhead he holds. He nods to her request of teh berry cocktail, and then pauses, a blush suffusing his features. He murmurs a little bit, the words either so quiet as to be unintelligable, or perhaps in another language. Then, "Ye look wonderful too, Isa. Beautiful," he says. "I'll be righ' back," he says, releasing her. He moves to get a glass of the punch, and brings it back, offering it to her. For himself, he brings nothing along for himself. He gently touches along her arm as he leans down to murmur into her ear. And then he's gone, striding toward Aimee, Desmond, and the feline he doesn't know. There he pauses, waiting for a moment to speak quietly to Desmond and Aimee, though Kesslan, for his nearness, is easily included in the words as well.

Isabeau blushes deeply at his compliment of her, and she dips her chin slightly to him. "Thank you, Etienne," she says softly, her blue eyes showing a sparkle to them. She raises an eyebrow slightly when he speaks of leaving, and then she gives a small nod. "Oh, okay -- I'll wait here for you," she says softly, quirking a smile. She accepts the glass of punch, holding it in her right hand, lifting it to take a sip from it as she watches him pass through the crowds. She's curious, but she doesn't follow him through the crowd.

Feeling the other woman warm in her arms draws no surprise from Sage as she's found it comforting at times. She considers the other woman as she speaks, "Its not always easy." She confides to her partner, before her attention drifts briefly at the faltering in the song. She looks back to her dance partner, only having time to instinctively react to the kiss. She keeps it light on her part, figuring it to only be a casual kiss.

Casual is the order of the day for now. As that is how Tirzah feels for now, casual. Though the harlt of the singing does not go unnoticed, Tirzah actually finds the dance lacking without it. So once the music breaks for the next song she smiles to Sage before making a gesture to head back to the drink. "How long did you want to linger?" She enquires lightly, not pushing, just curious.

"It is called Valentines day. A day devoted to the feelings of those who are close or seeking one to be close to," Desmond answers Kesslan. "So too, this is Isabeau's work, to perhaps become staff here." Regardless of the dusty nature of the other feline, Desmond will land a hand on his shoulder, giving a companionable squeeze. "I have clothing similar to my own and a means to cleanse the self in the back, if you would like to relax here and enjoy the food and drink. And, of course, enjoy the entertainment." His head turned, attention sent Aimee's way again to give a focus to just what entertainment he refers to. Only to find her coming. And too quickly that he might save that new dress from Kess' dustyness. There's a moment of concern, though only a moment before his expression relaxes. The done being done, Desmond will look towards Etienne as the man comes to discreetly speak with them. The man's words find no disagreement from him, in so far as his expression remains relaxed. But he does look to Aimee for confirmation.

Kesslan spreads his arms out as Aimme all but seems to leap at him in her usual display of joy. A welcoming sight at any time to say the least for the road weary feline. Though, like Desmond he's a touch dismayed that she'd go quite so far as to dirty up such a nice dress. And so his arms stay spread out slightly, not to ward her off or wish her away, but for fear he will only make matters of a slightly soiled dress worse. Still he leans forward to nuzzle against her and give her a fond lick. "Ever is Kesslan glad see Aimee too." he responds, still tired but also still glad. "Careful should you be Aimee, for dirty your dress is getting." and it seems at least, his english is slowly improving, if only ever so slightly.

Uppon hearing Desmond's explanation, the pantheran is still lacking in true understanding, though the explanation itself at least lends him to understand why it would be considered important. "It seems the races of this world strange celebrations have, yet no fault in desire of such can be found." he offers up in response. "So too in dress proper would Kesslan be if such proper is."

Aimee's care for the dust is less than her delight at seeing Kesslan once more, safely home, but she steps back, giving Desmond a quick smile, almost laughing at him as she dusts the dress down. "See, mon chat, mon minet, it is unharmed. I promise, me." Her green eyes are dancing as Etienne comes to speak, and she turns, listening, her smile widening as his request amuses her. She gives Kesslan a glance, a promise to return in her face. But then, she turns, although reluctant to leave the felines, towards the stage, leading the way, business coming first. She flips her headset back on once more, drawing attention from the crowd. "Mon ami, we have the most wonderful thing. But I will be silent, I promise." She removes it, and hands it to Etienne with a flourish, stepping back.

A smile is offered to the redhead before he's gone. Etienne stands with Aimee and the two cats for a brief time, then follows Aimee to the stage. He accepts the headset, and steps up to the stage. Onto the stage he steps, and then motions over to Isabeau. He clears his throat a little bit and looks over the crowd, a faint blush coming to his face. "I'd like yer attention, please," he says into the mic, the sound carrying over the crowd. His eyes turn to Isabeau. "Isabeau, please come up here..?" Just in case she hadn't come to his motion.

As Etienne lingers over near to Aimee and Desmond, Isabeau's curiosity is only forced to do one thing -- to increase. Then she watches as Aimee heads towards the stage again, and her brow furrows briefly at the announcement, of sorts, which is made. Then notices Etienne up on the stage as well. She manages to take a small sip of her juice then before sitting the glass on the bar, oddly wary of his presence on the stage. When she's called up to the stage by him, she blushes fiercely as she watches him, nerves definitely fluttering in her stomach now. Ducking her chin slightly, she brings one of her hands to rest on her stomach as she starts to make her way up to the stage. There, she climbs the few stairs to be able to join him on the stage, trying to calm the flurry of butterflies warring within her.

With the music at an end, Sage smiles faintly at her partner as she walks back to the table where they left their drinks. Taking up the drink to take a sip from it, she glances over to her partner. "For a little longer, I suspect." She comments, with a faint shrug. Her attention drifts to the stage once Isabeau's man starts to speak. A brow raises as she wonders what the man is up to with this rather noticeable display. A mischievous smile spreads over her lips as she notices the man beckon the shy redhead that is Isabeau up to the stage. "To Isabeau!" She calls out impishly with a rise of her glass as if in a toast.

As the events focus attention upon the stage, Leonard's shifts as well. It is a pleasant change of pace, at the minimum. Whatever pick up the purple refreshment may contain, it hasn't helped his upwards picking so far. The day's festivities are likley just beginning, however.

Desmond watches Aimee go off with Eti briefly before he turns to Kesslan. "Come, I will show you where the things are," he rumbles, a hand motioning towards the back rooms, his hand lingering on the smaller feline's shoulder. He'll let Kesslan lead the way back there, trailing behind him. He does perk an ear and turn an eye towards the stage as the two get up there and the announcement starts. Not paying a great deal of attention himself, though he listens.

Most of the people in the place pause their actions and turn attention towards the stage when Aimee makes an announcement. Their attentions shift to Isa when she's called up and mounts the stage itself to join Eti and Aimee. Kesslan is tired and road weary, yes, but he's still relatively quick and light on his feet as Desmond directs him towards the back rooms. A tired body and sore muscles afterall can wait for rest a while longer. Especially if it means spending time with those he cares about and has not seen in some time. Ever is his regret that he must be gone so often, and yet it must be so. Not only for the good of his people should his tasks succeed. But more importantly perhaps, more imediately, the simple safety of everyone he lives near. For to linger too long too often would cause a great deal of suffering for others. And that he cannot allow, MUST NOT allow. But so too does it mean he cherishes the time he has in the company of friends all the more.

Aimee lets herself fade into the background, letting Etienne and Isabeau steal her stage, slipping from the stage to watch the two felines move towards the back offices. A hint of regret shows on her face, missing a chance to spend time with them. But she has a murmured conversation with the piano player, before listening to the announcement. From afar, Aimee may post at this rate

Once the redheaded woman is up on the stage, Etienne smiles to her, and pulls a dark red ring box, velvet covered, out of his pocket. He glances over at Sage and offers a nod to the woman, a faint smile appearing. He drops down to one knee, and holds the ring box up. He flips it open, revealing a ring nestled within the brilliant red silk there. Celtic knotwork, made of silver, gold, and copper, ties together to make a beautiful whole, it all ends in two silver hands, cradling a copper heart crowned with gold. "Isabeau," he says, accented voice carrying over the crowd. "Will ye marry me?"

A glance is cast to Sage at the toast which is offered towards her, though she's not given a chance to argue to it. Nor would she argue, in public, though if she was closer to Sage she probably would. Though she isn't really comfortable in being on the stage, the fact that Etienne is there with her makes it better, somewhat. As Etienne takes out the dark red box which can only hold one possible thing, Isabeau blinks a little out of utter surprise as her blue-eyed gaze looks to Etienne. Amazed and shocked, she is, as this something she hadn't come around to expecting from him, and the surprise of it steals away her voice for a long moment. Gazing at Etienne through tears which come to her eyes, she lifts a trembling hand to bring it to rest upon one of his hands which holds the ring box. Her cheeks are blushed with colour, and she manages a little nod first. "Aye, I will," she says, though her voice is soft-spoken more than her usual. Tears of happiness, of joy, trickle to her cheeks.

That she is mostly alone in her little toast to the redhead going onto the state doesn't seem to bother Sage in the least. She knows that Isabeau has been much like a flower that only blossoms on occassion. She shares a faint smile with the man on stage and a mischievous look to the redhead on stage, and doesn't resist when her partner embraces her from behind. She makes a good natured noise and move her hand back on the side that she's being nibbled on to give a dismissive way. "Not now." She murmurs, before restraining herself from making a teasing call out after the man asks Isabeau to marry him. She doesn't doubt the answer herself. With the setting, she can do little but wait for it to come. She raises her glass once more silently to the pair before sipping from her drink. She looks over her shoulder to Tirzah, "This will either be her happiest day or more embarrassing... I'm not sure which." She murmurs quietly.

Tirzah snickers, watching the scene unfold with her chin leaning over Sage's shoulder from behind. "Wow, that's so sweet, and so brave. I'd never have the gall to propose like that." She notes in awe. "The place, the time, he must truly love her." She notes, liking the atmosphere of the event very much. Then summarizing her interpretation she smiles at Sage. "Happiest I think, though it will likely be a bashful memory for some years as well."

How appropriate a setting for such an announcement. With a chuckle quiet enough to be lost amidst even the quieted crowd, Leonard wonders if anyone thought to be recording the scene, for posterity or the couple. That thought is enough to draw his attention from said couple to scan the other party guests...

Desmond will disappear into the back with Kesslan for a brief few minutes before he emerges once more, without the other feline. He will have heard the goings on, emerging just after the agreement with an eye out for Aimee. Seeing her back a bit on stage, he turns and goes up, keeping back a bit to not interfere with the Isa and Eti. "He will sleep," the big male rumbles lowly when he comes up beside her, taking a place beside her.

Aimee has stepped back, letting another singing step up in preparation for taking the headset once the happy couple are done. At Desmond's comment she nods, her face showing a brief concern, and she touches Desmond as naturally as she breaths. "Mon chat, I will check on him, perhaps some food." More to reassure herself, honestly, she offers the feline a kiss, before Aimee herself slips off, heading to check on things behind the scenes,

The setting is precisely what Etienne had been waiting for, too. As she agrees, he smiles and eases the ring free from the box, slipping it gently on over the ring finger of her left hand. He then stands up and wraps his arms around her in a warm embrace. "Thank ye, Isa. I love ye," he whispers, but the whisper carries clearly to the crowd, thanks to the mic. He smiles, though he is still blushing. Apparently, he dislikes being in front of a crowd just as much as Isabeau does. But for something like this, he's entirely willing to go in front of a crowd. As the glass is raised by Sage again, Eti offers her a smile and a nod again. Etienne releases Isabeau, now his fiancee, and offers her his hand as he tucks the box back into the pocket from whence it came.

Isabeau ducks her chin a little as the ring is placed on her finger by her now-fiance, though once he's done that, she catches his fingers in hers briefly. Hers still have a slight tremble, but better now that the worst of her nerves have slipped away. She slips her arms around him to hug him, giving him a gentle squeeze in the midst of it, and she looks up at him through her lashes. "I love you, too," she whispers, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. Casting a glance towards that headset with the microphone, she considers thieving it from him to give him another hug but ends up waylaid by him offering his hand to her. Lifting her right hand, she brushes tears from her cheeks, and as she smiles brightly at him, she brings her now-beringed left hand to rest in his, squeezing his fingers.

Sage smiles softly to her partner, "That's one way to make this day special." She comments, "Each to their own." She adds softly, before nodding faintly. "Yes, likely happiest." She agrees before removes herself from any embrace the other woman has on her. "Excuse for me for a little bit." She says softly, "And, we may be able to leave soon after." She offers, before she walks to pass close to the happy couple. "Congratulations." She says for their ears primarily, before she makes her way back into the staff only area. Perhaps, there'll be a new treat to be created within the secretive kitchen area.

Leonard finally adds his own drink to those that may be lifted towards the stage and the engaged, then brings it up further to empty the remainder. "Congratulations..." His words are probably superfluous, given that they are spoken too softly to carry.

Desmond responds to Aimee's kiss with his own and wraps an arm about her before she goes. Letting her go, watching as she does so for a few quiet moments before he looks back to Eti and Isa. Watching their bonding with a thoughtful expression on his stern countenance.

There is a hearty round of applause for the show, the people around getting into the spirit of the day in showing appreciation for an example of it laid out before them. It'll last for a bit and Desmond will make his way off the stage as it carries on, the next singer of the evening stepping up to give congratulations while retrieving the headset. Warmly seeming the couple off the stage. no doubt to be met by several of the partygoers for a good word and a handshake.

As for himself, Desmond will go about getting back into the mingle thing. Making a presence for the owners of the club whilst Aimee is away. Unobtrusive, yet one could hardly miss him in a crowd where he towers over most.

As she catches his fingers in hers, Etienne reaches up and turns the mic off before taking it from his head. He returns it to Aimee with a smile of thanks, then turns his attention back to Isabeau. He sqeezes her hand gently, and then leads her off the stage and back to her abandoned punch. "So," he says quietly. "How dead am I when we ge' home?" The question is asked with a little bit of a smirk.

As the singer comes up to claim the headset from Etienne, Isabeau blushes a bit and inclines her head slightly, giving aquiet thanks for the congratulations offered. A glance and a nod are given to Sage when she passes offering the same, and her gaze lingers on her friend as the other woman heads into the kitchen. Her attention returns to Etienne swiftly, and she smiles brightly up at him, her eyes shining. Once back to where she's left her punch, Isabeau laughs lightly before slipping her arms around him to hug him tightly. "I love you, Etienne," she says softly, giving him a squeeze. "So you'll not be dead, but I might swat you. Might," she comments, winking at him. Releasing him, she gathers up her glass of punch to take a sip from the juice. "Try some?" she offers, lifting her glass to him, her eyes sparkling.

If the banter between Isabeua and Etienne were to reach the mic, it would draw a soft laugh from Leonard as he turns from the stage to return to the bar. Perhaps one more will further improve the party, his fishing, or his mood. The flavor has begun to grow on him, as well.

Vixen has been in the Alibi for a while yet, being low key. Lots to shoot around here and she and her little camera work the crowd. Even got the popped question, grinning to herself throughout. With that done, she seems apt to have a little impromptu interview magic. The camera slid into her pocket as she slips a hand into her bag to flip on the small radio inside, a cordless mic drawn from beside it. And so the smooth music mix currently playing over her radio frequency will be interrupted. "Hey out there, friends, this is your Video Vixen and as promised I'm at the Alibi. Just had a spell of mixing it up with the happy couples here and there and guess what? We just had solid gold with a pop proposal right up on the stage." All said as she makes her way towards Eti and Isa. Arriving, she gives the both of them a broad grin and says, "Ain't this just a day to remember? I'm Vixen if Vixen's View, mind a quick little interview for the fine folks of Kingsdale?"

Etienne chuckles softly at Isabeau's words. "Aye, 'n ye know I willnae stop ye," he comments quietly. He considers the glass, and then nods, accepting the offer. He takes a drink of it, and smiles. "Mmm, 'tis good," he says. And then he's distracted by Vixen. His shifts to slip his arm around Isabeau's waist, and smiles to the radio lady. "I dinnae mind," he says. "Bu' 'tis up ta Isabeau, really.." He reaches over and sets the glass of juice onto the bar's surface again.

Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly as she looks up at Etienne, and then she gives a small nod. "Aye, I know you wouldn't. But you also know it's unlikely for me to actually swat you, too," she comments, her voice soft and fairly quiet. When he becomes distracted by Vixen, her gaze turns there as well, and a small smile touches at the corners of her lips. She glances to Etienne briefly, as though to get a feel for what he thinks of the idea. "I suppose we don't mind...?" she replies, still looking at Etienne. Her gaze lingers on him for a longer moment, then comes back to Vixen, a blush rising into her cheeks. "It's absolutely a day to remember, though," she says softly, her eyes showing a sparkle to them.

Leonard returns with his ...third? glass and moves for a seat at one of the larger tables. The request for an interview pulls his gaze towards Vixen and the interviewees as he walks, and away from his path and things in it. Such as the chair that deftly slides underfoot while he tips his glass and has his attention diverted in at least three way. A cry of surprise, ricochet of tumbler and the clatter of man upon devious furniture and floor follows. A moment to forever cherish...

Vixen nods her head once to Eti, then looks towards Isa, keeping the microphone extended for their words, but not too obtrusive. "Let me say first, congrats to you both." She then focuses on Isa as she says, "I hear you were one of the prime movers on this event. Must have been rough with your condition." She then grins at Eti and adds, "I've seen her before, but I don't think we've met. What's your name?"

As she had mysteriously disappeared into the staff area, Sage returns with a small platter that is covered up by an opaque lid. She looks around to see how things have developed since she departed from the room. Smiling when she finally spots the happy couple, she makes her way over in their direction with the tray in hand. When she's closer and sees an opportunity, she'll make her presence known if it isn't noticed already. "I wish you told me that you were going to do this..." She glances to Etienne for this, "But, I have made a treat for the both of you." She offers over the platter.

Oh yes, absolutely a day to remember.. To Isabeau, he smiles. To Vixen, he nods, and smiles. "Thank ye," he says. Etienne glances to his fiancee, but makes no comment about her condition. To the other, he says, "Etienne Navarre. Pleased ta mee' ye." He seems a likeable enough person. As Sage approaches, and speaks, Etienne shrugs a little, a sheepish look appearing on his face. "Aye, likely I should have. Bu' I dinnae... Isa dinnae know anythin' abou' i', either," he says with a wicked grin. He blinks at the offered platter, and glaces to Isabeau before taking it in hand, slipping his hand free of Isabeau to do so, to be able to hold it with one hand.

The petite redheaded woman raises an eyebrow slightly as her gaze rests on Vixen, and a smile touches her lips as she blushes again. "I was, aye. But it wasn't really very rough -- I had a lot of help in the kitchen, and everyone worked wonderfully together," she says softly, a smile curling her lips. She glances to Etienne then as he introduces himself, and while he does, her attention turns to Sage. "Thank you, Sage," she says warmly, glancing to the platter with curiosity. She quirks a grin, and then gives a nod of agreement. "Aye, he didn't tell me anything about it or even give any clues to it, either," she says, her eyes sparkling. It was truly a surprise for her, and nothing she expected.

Accompanied by a few bobbing balloon hearts and muttered apologies, Leonard picks himself up and pushes the vile chair in properly at its table. Alas, he must now navigate the obstacle course back for a fresh purple picker-upper. He keeps his attention doggedly upon his route this time, and acquires two replacements for his trouble. He limps slightly to reach his intended seat and quickly does so. It is much more safe.

Jaxain makes his way into the bar, pausing in startlment as he takes in the sights. Not saying anything for the moment, he makes his way into the grouping, ending up near the black clad mage. "Hey, man, whats going on here?" He asks of Leonard quietly.

"Sort of breaks up the surprise of it if everyone knows," Vixen notes with a playful grin. Even as Sage comes up, offering the new dish, Vix remains focused on Isa. "Now, I'm sure a lot of ladies out there might be wondering this very thing. What was going through your head when he brought you up there and popped that oh so important question?" Letting some interest enter her tone, as if she were one of those wondering folks. She glances to the side a moment, though it isn't too perceptable as she adds, asking Sage, "What've you got there?" THe microphone tipping towards the platter that's passed off.

Breaking off from the conversation she found herself immersed in in Sage's absence Tirzah rises and ventures forth to find her partner again. Which isn't hard in the slightest, finding the gaggle around the newly engaged couple she wanders about a bit until she spots Sage with the platter of goodies. Smirking at Sage's flawless persistence of character she considers if she should for for another pair of drink or if their time has come.

With the tray begin taken, Sage removes the lid and eases the second smaller dish away for her own purposes. "I've recently heard some people call these love apples." She explains, before nodding to her friend. "Welcome." She murmurs, before glancing briefly to Vixen. "Doesn't need to be a surprise to me, but that doesn't matter." She looks to the couple, "Congratulations again." She offers, before turning to look for her partner. She smiles once she spots Tirzah, "I thought you might want some too." She says, revealing the small plate containing the same bruschetta she offered to the happy couple.

Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly as she brings her attention back to Vixen, and then she gives a small nod. "Oh, that's true. I don't mind this kind of surprise," she comments, a blush rising to her cheeks again. "I had no idea he was going to ask. I didn't even know why he'd asked me up to the stage, to be honest. It was such a wonderful surprise," she says softly, blushing a little and glancing to Etienne and the platter he holds. "Thank you, Sage... it looks wonderful," she compliments, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. She doesn't take a piece of it just yet, but it's likely that will happen soon. Etienne, it would seem, has chosen to remain quiet for the time being, but still certainly pleased with how things have turned out.

Leonard looks over at Jaxain's question and chuckles. "A celebration, an engagement, some stumbling..." He lifts the pair of glasses in his hands. "... and much drinking, I think."

Jaxain laughs, looking around for a drink of his own. "Sounds like I missed a good show then!" Finally seeing a bottle that isn't attached at the arm to someone, he holds out his hand and it floats quickly into his grasp. "Congratulations!" He calls out randomly to the couple he doesn't know. "Long life and happiness together!"

Vixen nods to Isa as she responds and grins. "Hopefully the next surprise will be another good one," she replies lightly. "Now, I got one last thing to ask you, then you and your fella can get on with celebrating. You can think about it a bit if you want. Imagine you could tell the whole city one thing, whatever has significance to you. That's what I like to call, your Word. What's your word, babe? Cause right now you got at least some of 'em listening." Jax's call out gets a flicker of attention, her head turning slightly to the side, an amused expression coming to her.

Tirzah mmms and cant help but lick her lips and accept Sage's offer. "You're going to spoil my appetite dear." She chides lightly before sampling the delightful dish. She quietly finishes the dish to give Sage some more time to mingle in the scene but once done she smiles and leans in to her to be a bit more assertive. "My appetite is not quite sated.." She whispers to Sage. "If its not too soon."

A warm smile is given to Isabeau by Sage, "Your enjoyment of it will be thanks enough." She assures the woman, before she gives her partner an amused look. "Its only a small appetizer." She teases lightly in response before claiming one of them for herself and a napkin that she'd placed on the plate so that she can sample it without potentially spilling on herself. She takes a moment to look back to Isabeau. "Is everything all set at this point?" She asks softly, hoping that her question will make it through everything else being tossed the woman's way.

The redheaded woman's attention shifts away from Vixen for a moment, finding Jaxain who calls out to them to offer congratulations, and she inclines her head slightly to indicate she heard and acknowledged it. Lifting her right hand, she offers a wave of thanks as well, then brings her attention back to Vixen. "Hmm... well, I guess it would be to not be afraid of love and to not be afraid of believing in love," Isabeau says softly, a smile curling at the corners of her lips. Her attention turns to Sage, and then she gives a nod. "We'll both enjoy it, I promise. And everything's all set for the food, if that's what you mean," she says, her eyes showing a sparkle. Etienne still remains at her side, with one of his arms around her, but he's chosen to stay quiet for the time being.

Explanation offered and safely sedentary, Leonard looks back towards the interview. The brief glance of the interviewer in his vicinity (even if not to himself) is responded to with a grin and salute with one of the violet drinks in his hands.

Jaxain, being not so mannered as his temporary companion, responds to the glance by traveling in that direction as he takes a long pull from from his stolen bottle (he figures it is probably an open bar anyway). "Hey babe, so who's getting hitched to who here?" he asks of Vixen.

"You heard it here, friends. THis is Vixen, signing out, but still on the case," Vixen says into the mic before a hand dips back to flick off the small radio. A few touches setting the station back to music. "Thanks for your time," she adds to Isa before looking towards TIrzah and Sage. " Better,' she murmurs casually before turning. The mic goes back into the bag next to the small radio and Vixen looks towards where Jax and Leo are. Only to find one of the two coming up to her. "Right there," she says, motioning towards Isa and Eti. "Don't go taking up too much of their time," she adds, moving past him. Headed in Leo's direction, though with her attention transient, flicking about casually.

Tirzah nods to Vixen, she is feeling much better today. Nothing could damp her spirits for long, even if it did look pretty dark for a bit yesterday. Today was another day and the promise that still loomed for her as it neared its close continued to goad her. Summoning more strength of will she smiles warmly and waits for Sage.

A nod is given in response to Isabeau, before Sage turns her attention back to Tirzah. She smiles softly, and reaches out with her hand to cup her partner's cheek. "You're beginning to look like you might burst at any moment." She muses, "Are we getting close to one of your arrangements?" She asks, not knowing what kind of schedule that would had been set. She purses her lips as she considers the event lay out. Food, planning and ideas had been her contributes for this little event.

Isabeau quirks a smile, and then she gives a nod. "You're welcome," she responds, leaning a little against Etienne there next to her. Reaching out to the plate, she takes up a piece of the bruschetta, starting to munch on it in enjoyment, sharing a piece with Etienne and talking quietly with him for a moment or so. Her attention turns to Sage, and she blushes a little. "Arrangements?" she inquires, curiosity touching her voice. Etienne continues to enjoy the piece of bruschetta they'd been sharing.

"Would you like a drink?" Leonard rises from his chair as Vixen approaches and offers her the one he has not yet sipped from. "They ain't picked me up yet, but after five or four... I think I like the taste..." His smile widens, a little sloppy at the corners before he swallows more of the one that he is working on.

Jaxain raises his bottle to the happy couple and offers them a nod, "'Gratz!" He says, before moving into the background and looking around for any single women who's passions might have been stirred up by the event. Gotta seize the moment!

Vixen smirks at Leo as he offers her a drink. She accepts it, though she remains on her feet as she lifts the glass to take a long, lingering pull from the glass before it gets lowered. "Shmoozing is thirsty work," she states afterward. "Thanks. Might have to hang around you more if you're going to be handing out the free drinks left and right." She then eyes him a bit. "Though you're looking a bit sloppy, boy. Better to not be stumbling around out there with things like this." Said as she reaches out to try and snag his glass after that latest draw from it. "They might not cut you off, but I will."

Tirzah smiles at Sage, blushing warmly as she nods, slightly ashamed she's let it show. "Yes, we can head out at any time now. Though its not as if I set things so such had to happen when.. Its just as I see it getting closer, every second seems to pass slower. If it continues though I will spend eternity in your presence and that would be nice." She offers, her wit even turning for the festivities.

A smile forms on her lips as Sage seems to enjoy seeing other people blush. "Perhaps I should teach you a lesson in patience..." She teases lightly, "There will be time enough..." She gives one last caress of the other woman's cheek before she shifts her attention towards the other redhead. She nods her head slightly, "At some point today, it seems my day will beat to someone else's drum." She muses, "So, it would seem to be a matter of when at this point."

Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly as she listens to Sage's words, :raises an eyebrow slightly as she brings her attention back to Vixen, and then she gives a small nod. "Oh, that's true. I don't mind this kind of surprise," she comments, a blush rising to her cheeks again. "I had no idea he was going to ask. I didn't even know why he'd asked me up to the stage, to be honest. It was such a wonderful surprise," she says softly, blushing a little and glancing to Etienne and the platter he holds. "Thank you, Sage... it looks wonderful," she compliments, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. She doesn't take a piece of it just yet, but it's likely that will happen soon.

Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly as she listens to Sage's words, and then she chuckles softly before giving a small nod. "Aye, well -- following the beat of another's drum seems to be something going around today," she comments, casting glance to Etienne who gives her a squeeze. He chuckles to her words, and keeps an arm around her, keeping her close. "It's not a bad thing, though," she comments, quirking a grin and leaning against Etienne a little. She retrieves her glass of juice and takes a drink, enjoying the flavours of the berries used in creating it.

"Drink your fill..." Leonard blinks as both glasses leave his hands, then laughs. "I didn't stumble... but there was a chair that jumped in front of me earlier... but maybe you're right." After clearing his throat and wiping his chin, he attempts to regain some of whatever respectable appearance he had beforehand. "I don't need to make a fool of myself... and definitely not on camera."

"Well, be glad I don't got it out right now, then." Vixen smirks at the man, casually putting his glass down on the table before she tips back the one given for another drink. She breathes out lowly, then grins and lays that one down too. "Anyways, enjoy man. I've got to get a move on. Done with things here, cause I don't think much else is gunna top that." She jerks a thumb back towards Isa and Eti. "Stick with cola for now." With that last playful jab, she will start to move around him to head on her way. Not in a rush, hand digging into her coat as she goes, pulling out her little cig case.

Tirzah grimaces as Sage mentions a lesson in patience. She could handle it, she would endure this small torment. But there would come a time where Sage was impatient, yes indeed, and then she would be thew one to draw things out. Again. Smirking she amuses herself with that memory while she waits.

Sage nods faintly with a smile to Isabeau's words before she turns her attention back to Tirzah. "But, I never said it would be today or right now." She notes softly with mild mischief in her tone. "I imagine the happy couple may wish to be left to enjoy their day." She comments, briefly looking towards the engaged pair before looking back to Tirzah. "The rest of my day is your's?"

Isabeau watches Sage and her companion for a moment, listening to the conversation between them. She quirks a smile, her eyes showing a sparkle to them, and she rests her head against the front of Etienne's shoulder nearest to her. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Sage, and may it hold all that you wish," she says softly, inclining her head slightly. She takes another drink of her juice, finishing the last of it, and then she reaches for another piece of the bruschetta that Sage had gifted them.

Leonard should have expected the brief discourse, and nods. "I will consider it..." After a brief hesitation that gives Vixen a step or two, a new, less sloppy smile forms as he adds, "...Let me know if the holiday mood strikes." He then watches her head off for the next word before sitting back down.

"Who knows, you might get lucky." Casually tossed back towards Leo as Vixen slips a cig between her lips. Moving through security to get out, weapons reclaimed.