Jan 11 18:44:44 106 PA
From Chronicles
The club is a liberal mix of modern and classic styles with a dark, warm lean to the hardwood and metal decor, dressed up with velvet and leather. Set up about the stage with attached DJ station and dance floor at the center, the entrance is set to one end of this, the bar to the other. The entrance itself is tightly controlled. There are always two well dressed people at the front, a bouncer to check each person coming in and another watching the drum and closet lockers that hold all patron weapons.
A broad , semi circular stage extends from the center of the widest wall, rising two feet, with lights rimming the edge and hidden in scaffolds high above. A rich red velvet curtain lies ready to sweep about and veil the stage itself from view. The DJ booth is set up right next to the stage, set into the same wall. With a thick window and biometric locks on the two side doors, one to the stage and the other to a set of stairs down, the equipment within is secure. Within a C shaped desk and racks hold the sound equipment, all linked into a central computer. All done up in sleek, dark cases, mixing well with the warm, wood paneling of the booth's exterior.
A dance floor is central to the club, laid out in a broad circle before the stage. Laid out in a semi circle opposite the stage side of the dance floor are a series of round tables, with smaller two person sized ones at the edge, with larger four person tables in the next row and a few grand six to eight person tables on the outer edge. All staggered to make for the best view for all to the dance floor and stage. To one side of this central focus is the bar, a broad affair taking up much of the shorter wall in width. The bar itself is a mix of modern and classic, with the simple, elegant hardwood design of the bar itself mixing with the display of alcohol behind it, opaque plastic shelves lit from within to highlight the wide selection of common and uncommon liquors for sale. The barstools themselves, lined up in a neat row, mix dark metallic stems with comfy red leather seats.
Early evening, but the club is closed tonight. A private meeting is happening in the backroom and the door has one member of security on it. Outside, in the main club, a few staff are continuing to stock and prepare for the other days. Aimee is settled at a table between the business meeting room and the doorway, her books spread out in front of her, her outfit more casual but still businesslike, her hair piled up upon her head, the dark curls falling either side of her face.
Early evening, but the club is closed tonight. A private meeting is happening in the backroom and the door has one member of security on it. Outside, in the main club, a few staff are continuing to stock and prepare for the other days. Aimee is settled at a table between the business meeting room and the doorway, her books spread out in front of her, her outfit more casual but still businesslike, her hair piled up upon her head, the dark curls falling either side of her face. (repose)
Quietly, the slender redheaded woman approaches the club and stands beyond the outside of the door for a lingering moment. She's given this particular idea more than enough thought, really, and less action than what it deserves. Reaching the club, she frowns a little to finding it closed, though to seeing folk in the process of work inside, she's struck with a moment's worth of indecision. Chewing a little at the inside of her lower lip, Isabeau's attention turns to the security personnel at the front door. Challenges, indeed. This is what she gets for being shy and keeping a lot to herself. She approaches, with innocent intent, having talked herself into actually doing something about things rather than leaving them be.
Desmond emerges from the backrooms steadily. His need to personally oversee matters back there ended for now. He will approach where Aimee has settled, nodding his head once toward her in discreet, positive sign. All is well. As he's laying his helmet down and settling in beside Aimee, outside the two men watching the exterior notice Isa. And while they give her a firm once over, they seem to decide she's no threat. Indeed, one of the two will approach her, taking a few steps before he asks, "Something wrong, miss?" Since she's not looking 100%.
Aimee gives Desmond a warm smile in return, lifting one eyebrow, a hint of teasing in the woman's eyes. She continues to write, pausing at times to check her figures against the taking book. As Desmond settles, she turns, offering a kiss to him with a smile. "Mon chat, is all well?" For the moment, she is oblivious to the men outside, speaking to the shy woman.
Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly as the security person comes to her to speak to her, and she blushes a little before faintly shaking her head. "Oh, no... there's nothing wrong, thank you," she says softly, her tone sheepish. "I... was just hoping to speak with the owners for a few minutes, if I could," she admits, her tone sincere. She has no reason to lie, after all, and she's learned it gets people in trouble more often than it helps. She's come unarmed, which likely speaks a lot towards her intentions as well, should the security personnel happen to see a reason to search her for such items.
The kiss is welcomed before be replies, though the hand that rests along her back as he partakes lingers after, despite the armored shell that covers it. "They are settled and discussing. All is calm and I have two standing outside. We will know if there is disagreement enough to be concerned. I anticipate no such thing."
Outside, the security man considers the shy woman again, t hen glances back towards his partner. The second man nods his head once. In agreement, the first man looks back to Isa with a grin. "No problem, pretty lady. They're both in there. You can step in," he says, taking a step to the side before he motions for her to go on. He'll 'escort' her back to the entrance before letting her into the club proper.
"Oui. I hope it goes smoothly." She smiles, her eyes crinkling in the corners, her eyes twinkling. "I think, me, we have some planning to do..." She trails off as the security let the woman in, one eyebrow arching. "And now, a new guest..." She murmurs softly, no spark of recognition in her eyes. She rises from her seat, moving towards the other woman. "Oui, can I help? We are closed today, it is not a day for clubbers..." Her gaze flickers over Isa's outfit, without a flicker of comment in her face.
A flicker of momentary surprise rises to her features, and Isabeau offers a smile to the security person. She'd expected to be turned away, since the club was closed, and so it comes as a surprise to be given entry. "Thank you, very much," she says softly, blushing a little more and giving a nod of thanks as well. She doesn't mind the 'escort' he provides, and she steps as unobtrusivly as possible into the establishment. Though once inside, her shyness comes again, freezing her to the spot for a moment which likely feels longer to her than what it truly is. She takes a couple of steps inside, then stops again, holding her hands paired in front of her with fingers twined to keep them from fidgetting out of nervousness. "I'm sorry, I know you're closed today, but I didn't realise that to be the case when I came here. I... didn't come for clubbing," she offers, slightly shaking her head to deny that idea. "I came to make an inquiry... and a suggestion, if you don't mind," she says softly, looking from Aimee to Desmond and back again.
Desmond devotes his attention to Aimee as she mentions planning, though before she might be inquired as to the precise nature of this planning, Isa enters the room. Outside the one who approached her before glances to his partner and tosses a grin. Which amuses his partner, though the moment passes as the two get back down to being observant and daunting. Within, Desmond rises as Aimee does, but for now remains by the table they'd been settled at. No need to loom, though he does recognize Isa somewhat. Her words considered briefly before he rumbles, "If you had wish to speak to us alone, then this day is a better day for it than any other."
Aimee lifts her eyebrows at the shy woman, glancing over her shoulder to Desmond. She holds her hand out to her, offering a welcoming smile. "Oui, today is a better day. We are noisy and busy the other days, and not so able to sit." She indicates the table, a silent invitation to join them. "Coffee perhaps?" She turns, resettling herself there, closing the books and putting them to one side. "A suggestion, and an inquiry, oui?"
Isabeau glances back to Desmond, offering a smile to him as she recognizes him, and then her attention returns to Aimee. Some of her shyness slips away, and she steps forward to accept the hand which was offered to her. "Then by chance, it seems, I've come on the right day. Thank you. My name's Isabeau d'Anjou," she offers, by way of introduction. "And thank you, coffee would be lovely," she accepts, blushing again for reasons she likely wouldn't be able to explain. Having been invited, she steps to the table before drawing out a chair for herself and settling to it, seeming at least a bit more at ease now. "Aye... and, well... I suppose I might as well start with the inquiry first. I was wondering if, by any chance, you're still offering employment? And if you happen to be, then what positions you might be looking to fill?" she asks, sounding hopeful. Her hands have come to rest lightly in her lap, and manages not to fidget, with effort.
Desmond will wait for both of the women to come and settle before he too resumes his own seat. The agreement on coffee met as he l ifts a hand towards one of the nearby staff still on premises. A silent request that gets a silent response, the man veering off to retrieve some fresh coffee. That done, Desmond will cross his arms against the edge of the table and assure Isa, "We are ever on the lookout for those who might bring added and special talents to our establishment. On such a thing we can be flexible when need be." His eyes shifting towards Aimee.
Aimee pours coffee, listening to Isabeau as she speaks, her gaze resting on her face. "I am Aimee, and this is Desmond..." She lifts a questioning eyebrow as she holds the cream up, the question obvious. "Employment? Oui, we are always looking for special people who might add something." Her voice is smooth, a soft purr, as she adds cream to her own coffee. "What talents do you offer, Isabeau?" She gives the other woman's name a french inflection.
Blue eyes turn to Desmond in response to his words, and she tilts her head slightly to one side as she considers them. Some hope, then, and as she realises it exists, it shows in her eyes. To the question of cream or no, she gives a small nod to Aimee to accept it, a smile touching her lips. "Please and thank you," she says, further accepting. "That's reassuring, to know that you're still looking," she says softly, blushing a little as she finds the french inflection given her name to be quite pleasing to the ear. "Well, I've had a hand in brewing different alcohols, before I came here to Kingsdale, and I can cook," she admits, sounding a little shy. If it weren't for the shyness, she'd likely mention her musical ability, but she doubts she could successfully play on stage for a crowd.
Desmond lets his eyes shift towards Aimee as Isa makes note of her talents. "We buy our stock for the most part, though it might be.. interesting to see if there is a demand for more customized drinks." More a suggestion given towards the other woman. His eyes then shift towards Isa. "We don't serve very much food.. it has not yet been a strong demand. Though that I would not say that excludes such a turn."
Aimee rests her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her fingertips as she watches the other woman, having poured the cream into the coffee. "Perhaps we should let you speak with Hex..." She glances towards Desmond, questioningly. "She is our bar manager, and perhaps a magical person with the drinks. "But perhaps one night of food and we can create a market? Perhaps a trial run, allow her to try one night?" She addresses the thought to Desmond, her face thoughtful. "It is not, I think, a bad idea, me."
Isabeau shifts her attention to Desmond at his words, and it can't be helped that in response to them, the glow of hope fades a little. "I was raised on a vineyard, and we experimented more than a little on the fermentation process and way of getting different flavours in the wine and such," she offers, explaining that at least a little more than had initially been offered. Her attention turns to Aimee then, when she offers her opinion, and the hope which had faded returns, full force. "I would be more than grateful for an opportunity to try. If you'd like it to be munchable type foods or things that would suit that sort of atmosphere, then I'd certainly be willing to work with that," she says softly, blushing a little again as she realises that she's being slightly assertive in offering her two cents. Not in a bad way, just... excited about the prospect and hopeful about it, as well.
Desmond nods his head once to Aimee. "You would know better for such things," he rumbles. "Though I believe it is worth an attempt. a broader offering to customers only increases the measure of those who would come to be here." Those basics he has a grasp of. "If it goes well, perhaps an adjustment of our staff and hiring on of a few more to provide proper manpower to what comes of it."
Aimee watches Isabeau with a faint air of interest, amused at the blushing. "Oui... perhaps one night then. We will put on an evening dinner just once to see if there is interest." She leans back in her chair, holding the cup in both her hands. "So, a trial run, and then if it works, we will talk, oui?" She arches an eyebrow, questioningly. "Perhaps next week, or the week after. Oh oui! Valentines? Dinner and a dance?"
Isabeau smiles brightly at the prospect, as she's at least going to be given a chance, and then she gives a nod to accept it. Only then does she seem to think of the coffee she'd been offered, reaching out to it to take up the mug in her hands and take a sip of it. "Whenever you wish it to be done, I will come. A trial run is perfectly fair," she says softly, her eyes sparkling. Even though she knows she shouldn't get too excited over it, in the back of her mind she's already turning over ideas for foodstuffs to create.
Desmond looks towards Aimee as she notes Valentines day. Again. He considers, then nods once. "You have mentioned this.. it would seem proper to stage this during such a time. We haven't much time to prepare, if I recall the date you mentioned before. Have you ideas as to how we might present such an event. My knowledge of the day is limited."
Aimee nods, her face turning thoughtful. As she puts her cup down and begins to speak, to plan, the guards from the business room move, giving Desmond a glance, significantly. Aimee catches it and nods abruptly. "Isabeau, ma petite, we shall plan, you and I but perhaps not tonight. Will you come to the club one afternoon and we can make decisions, but soon, oui, so that we can do this in time for the valentines day?" She rises then, her movements making it clear that Isabeau must leave quickly, a glance across at the back office door.
Desmond glances towards the guards as he is given said significant glance. His naturally firm expression grows a bit more so and he rises at once, without much more attention paid to those at the table with him. Though as he's picking up his helmet, he does pause a moment and look towards Isa. "Farewell for now," he rumbles to her before turning to move towards the back meeting rooms and the guard that gave him the glance.
A bit more of the coffee is savoured, while the two discuss it a moment, but when she's addressed, her attention turns to Aimee swiftly. Reaching out, she sets the mug to the table before rising within a moment of Aimee doing the same, and she gives a nod. "I will come in the afternoon one day this week, to discuss it with you further, and plan more so it can be done for Valentine's. And I look forward to the opportunity, thank you, both," she says softly, a smile lightly her features again. "Farewell for now," she adds, giving a nod. Having determined by their actions that she's to clearly leave at this point, Isabeau turns to make her way out of the club, her steps light and as quiet as she can possibly be. Tags: aimee, desmond, isabeau
