Jun 03 01:34:20 107 PA - Dancing, Drinks, and Plotting

From Chronicles

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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.

Erica is lounging next to the bar, leaning against it while she sips her mixed drink. Her free hand is tapping away the beat of the music on the hard surface of the bar while she occasionally sips her cocktail. She chats with the bartender occasionally inbetween drinks as she relaxes from a long day.

Bridget is ready for some relaxing... or fun, which can be even better. The weather's nice for a change, but it's even better inside where the music and drinks are. She passes the security guys and their little check, aiming straight for the bar to get herself a drink.

Erica looks over and notices Bridget taking a seat at the bar and she raises her mixed drink in greetings to the other woman, before taking a quick sip of her drink through the straw. She pauses her tapping on the bar as the music changes and uses the break to fish some chapstick out of her purse and applying it to her lips.

Bridget orders a 'whatever,' which looks to be one of her favorites. Always fun to let the tender come up with something, and it's usually something different. She takes a little look around while she's waiting and spots the drink wave. After a pause, she lifts a hand to wave back to Erica with a smile.

Erica finishes applying her chapstick and puts the tube back in her small purse. She catches the wave and offers Bridget a quick little smile that curls her pink lips. She picks up her tall mixed drink and stirs it quickly before taking another little sip as she turns to look at the dance floor as the music starts again.

Bridget can't sip at her drink until she gets it, and when she does... well, she does. A nice big gulp, too, and then she's looking past Erica and towards the dancefloor. The music starts her tapping a foot some as she looks over the people already dancing. Hmm. Decisions, decisions.

Erica takes another long sip of her drink, finishing it. She sets her empty glass on the bar and gestures to the bartender for another one before she climbs down off of her chair and walks over to the dancefloor while smiling softly to herself. She sways slightly as she walks in her heels and once she hits the dance floor her true grace starts to show. She starts moving with the beat of the music and her long auburn hair moves with her as she twirls and sways to the hypnotic beats that are playing from the DJ.

Bridget isn't the only one thinking about dancing, it looks like. She watches Erica sway on out to the floor to sway some more. For now, maybe she'll wait a bit before going out to dance, herself. Instead of cutting into Erica's show, she sips at her drink from her spot at the bar.

Vixen enters the Alibi with a pause to hand over a variety of small weapons, the routine of it not hard for her to accomplish quickly. And once she's done so, she turns in and glances around slowly, considering the place. Her sweep perfunctory before she heads towards the bar. No trouble, no tension. She starts fishing into her coat as she weaves past folks, extracting her scratched cig case lightly.

Erica doesn't seem to be dancing for anyone but herself as her eyes close partially. She lets the beat move through her as she sways along with it. Her steps are precise, and yet her movements seem to very freeform as well. While it is obvious that Erica would never be able to dance at a professional level she does seem to be rather talented non the less. Her face sheens with sweat as her long hair lashes about as her movements become more energetic as the beat steps up.

Bridget watches the dancefloor, including Erica, while she sips at her drink. Her lips are a little snug around her glass, and her forehead is wrinkled in thought. She doesn't notice anyone else coming in yet, since she's focused on the music and the ones dancing to it.

Vixen notices Bridget as she nears the bar, she picks out the woman and approaches her directly. "Hey there, chick. Found your cult," she murmurs, easing in beside, arms crossed against the bar as she leans into it. "Been keeping watch the last few days.. Erica was one of them with you? She's been visiting the place." She turns her head towards Bridget. "Know what that might mean?"

Letting herself into the club, Sage breezes through the checkpoint with familiarity. Her gaze drifts around the place with pursed lips. She moves with casual intent as she looks for someone she might know. She walks in a path that allows her to survey the dance floor and bar with relative ease.

Erica takes a deep breath as the music pauses for a moment and then once again the beat starts playing hard and loud. She picks up on the music quickly and starts twirling and dancing to the new song. Her eyes are almost closed as she trys to lose herself to the music and to her dancing. She seems oblivous to the others on the dance floor even while a few people try to dance with her. She shakes her head at each one and continues to enjoy her solo dance.

Bridget startles from her watching when Vixen speaks up and tries not to spill her drink. She -almost- doesn't, and frowns as she looks to Vixen. When she speaks it isn't very loud. "Yeah, that's what I was worried about... You find them before or after they moved? I tried to go back just the other night, and they were gone. Well, I know where Erica is, anyways..." Then she makes a pointed look back towards the dancefloor.

"Since I still have tabs on them, after," Vixen murmurs to Bridget. Her head turns, following the woman's gaze to note Erica. "Not saying she's definitely compromised.. but I'd think it a good idea to assume so." She looks back to Bridget. "Some other people.. I can show you the images later, see if you can mark any of them. WHat we need to do is get someone with mind mojo that is trustworthy to see if she's got something in her head. Not sure just who, though."

While she begins to notice familiar faces, its a glimpse on the dance floor that makes Sage pause. She takes a moment to make certain of who she saw before giving a thoughtful look. << Boo. >> She mentally-sends to the solo dancer. She remains where she is for the time being.

Erica squeaks and jumps up at the mental message and looks around quickly. After a moment she spots Sage and her lips curl into a wide grin. She walks off of the dance floor, still swaying slightly to the beat, to catch up to Sage. "Hey there. Nice to see you Sage." She says while she quickly catches her breath. "Hold on let me grab my drink." She says over her shoulder as she hurries over to the bar and grabs her mixed drink and purse from the bar before going back to beside Sage.

"That's -some- good news, at least..." Bridget relaxes a little and sighs. Her glass comes up for another sip and she adds, "I got a line on..." She stops when Erica starts to come to the bar so she can smile to her. It's not until after Erica walks away that she finishes. "...the thing. Not alot, but it's something. Be good to peek at what you found, too."

"Line?" Vixen's head turns to track Erica as she goes towards Sage. "Like, you know what it is? If so, that'd be good.. the more you know, the easier it is to kill.. whatever. I'll keep watch. Though I suspect they'll move again. Place they got now is a bathhouse.." She leans over to Bridget, murmuring the location to her lightly. "Don't go looking.. yet. Might cause them to move again. I suppose question now is.. what'd we do with her." She tilts her head towards where Erica and Sage are.

Sage offers a more subdued smile to Erica as she tries to sort through her feelings about this whole business that seems to be developing. "Hey..." She replies before letting the other woman dart off to the bar without another word. It will give her a chance to view the woman's aura without worrying too much about her reaction to whatever she might see.

Erica glances over at Bridget and Vixen and gives the other women a quick wave in greeting after noticing their looks. She doesn't seem concerned though as she walks back over to Sage while taking a sip of her drink. "Sorry had to get my booze after all. So what has been going on Sage?" She asks as she leans against a chair and raises up her foot to adjust the straps on her heel.

Bridget waggles her drink back to Erica in the middle of her quiet little somewhat sideways chat with Vixen. There's a nod. "Yeah. A friend did a little digging and thinks he knows. Some kind of mind-slug that gets you by chewing on you. Now I know why it was so happy to nibble." Now there's another swallow from her drink, and that takes all the rest of it. "It's bad news. Really bad news. I guess it can boss around anything it wants to, and was told it can play around with dragons and monsters as easy as people."

"That's a bitch," Vixen murmurs, a frown coming to her. "Normally I wouldn't get involved, but I can't stand shit like this.. all this mind fuckery pisses me off," she murmurs sourly. "Can't tell who is what and what is who." She eyes Bridget. "Hell, could be you're compromised, but that's not so likely.. I don't think. But you gotta take a chance." She glances towards Sage and wonders, "What about Sage? Was she with you guys?"

Allowing herself a brief grimace while Erica is still facing away from her, Sage lets out a faint sigh. A wry smile comes to her lips when she considers something. When she notices the other woman returning, she keeps her expression a little neutral. Offering a faint smile, she gives a sligh shrug to the apology. "I've been thinking of what we talked about last time..." She comments simply.

Erica sets down her foot after adjusting her shoe and picks up her drink and stirs it idly as sh smiles at Sage. "Oh I'm guessing you are not talking about the boxing?" She says teasingly before giving Sage a quick playful wink. "Oh about that person I wanted you to meet? I think you would get along well with her." She says as she pulls out the chair she was leaning against and plops herself down.

"Yeah," Bridget nods again and orders a refill, "I'd really like to keep my brain -mine-. Sage? I don't know the name, so I couldn't tell you." Her eyes follow after Erica a little, and then they're looking to the dancers again. An ear stays pointed towards her and the woman she's talking to, though.

"The one talking to Erica now. That's Sage. Healy sort.. maybe she's the sort that we need.. not sure. Never asked a lot. We're not real close, though I know her." She considers, tapping the bar to get the tender's attention. "Whiskey," she states. "Question is, not that we know what we're up against, what do we do about it? I'm not real eager to go toe to toe with something that's got mind mojo going. I hate it. But maybe we can find a few guns with people attached to them to point at it."

Letting faint amusement show on her features, Sage shakes her head gently to the comment. "No, I don't think these are quite the right surroundings for that kind of talk... but, if you want, I can try to arrange a real sparring partner for you. One that you don't have to worry about going easy on or vice versa." She comments before pursing her lips at the meeting 'that person'. She nods faintly, "Yeah, about that. Think I have a friend that'd be interested too, but we'd need to arrange a time to meet... and knowing where might help too."

Erica laughs softly and shakes her own head. "Well I think you would likely be the best sparring partner for me. Everyone else has powers or what not. At least you would give me an honest session." She says before shrugging her shoulders and taking a quick sip of her cocktail. "Oh well who is it? I really wouldn't like anyone who was an asshat."

Bridget is quiet, now, just nodding for Vixen and taking up her new drink. Just little sips, not really drinking it, or even paying much attention to the dancefloor she's looking towards. Finally, she shrugs her shoulders a little. "Don't know if Sage is in or not, but I'm trying to find out. Some guns with people on the triggers sounds damned good to me, too." It's side-talk, since she's talking to Vixen without really talking -to- her.

Vixen is facing the bar, arms lightly crossed as she speaks lowly to Bridget. "Can probably get Tirzah in there easy enough. Chick likes fighting, so she'd probably leap at the chance. Just make sure you stay behind her, her aim slips a bit at times. Ask around.. but be careful. Dunno who these freaks are getting to. Might not want to say too much just yet. Until we can get our list checked for those that might be compromised." Her whiskey comes and the glass is lifted, a subtle sip taken. "You come by the Nightengale tomorrow afternoon. I'll have some faces lined up for you. See who else you now is visiting the funny farm."

Sage frowns faintly, "Not everyone has powers and I was just thinking of some other person that goes to the gym regularly." She comments, "Not like there's money on it to cheat for..." She adds with a faint shrug, before smiling faintly. "As for who's my guest, I think I'll leave that as my little secret." She replies, "Asshat or not, my guest will be coming."

Erica giggles softly as she shrugs her shoulders. "Well I usually just work out alone. I mean you are pretty much my only friend, so it is sort of hard to find someone to work out with when I can't drag you to the gym." She grins and gives Sage a quick little wink before she takes another long drink of her cocktail. She looks at the dance floor and gnaws on her lower lip for a moment. "Alright fine I will trust your judgement, but you have to come dance with me then." She insists as she holds out a hand for Sage to take as she sets down her drink.

On the dancefloor fashion is always a varied thing. But not too many people these days wear clothes that glow. Thus Rubidia is probably easy to spot as she moves about the floor with a measure of grace and skill. She enjoying herself, and paying attention to the sorts of songs requested this Friday night.

"She didn't do too bad at the range last time I saw her." Bridget gets something close to a grin and takes a real sip of her drink. She also turns to face Vixen. "I'll be there to come take a look, and... not sure about your healy friend. If she's not on the farm, she might be soon." Her almost grin falls off.

Vixen glances over towards the two. "Hold on a moment, chick." She takes her glass with her as she pushes off the bar and turns, moving with purpose towards Erica and Sage. She doesn't do subtle and will, once she gets close to the pair, speak up. "Hey girls." A casual grin offered. "Erica, think I could borrow Sage a moment? Won't be too long, just a little query," she says, lifting her glass for a casual sip.

Sage gives Erica a bit of a look, "I said I would take care of finding the sparring partner... and if you truly have no friends except me, it should be easy to find someone willing to knock your block off with little encouragement." She replies, keeping her tone mild. She offers a faint smile before nodding, "Good." She replies to the part about trusting her judgement. She pauses before she can begin to accept or decline the invitation to dance as she looks over to Vixen. "Hey..." She replies simply, before glancing back to Erica to see what her response will be to Vixen's interjection.

Another song ending Rubidia decides to take a break and make her way to the bay. The bands of blue at her thigns streaking through the darkness as she makes the move quickly. Her petite frame allows her to reach her destination with minimal colisions. Thos that were made perhaps not felt. "A sleeve o' dry cider." She orders and waits, tapping her foot to the beat of the next song.

Erica shrugs her shoulders as she giggles softly. "Well likely you'll find someone who will kick my ass completly up and down." She says as she stand up from her chair. As Vixen comes and asks for Sage she crosses her arms and sticks out her lower lip in a childish pout. "Alright if you must Vixen. You know you could come and say hi to me as well jeez. I'm a person too." She says teasingly as she waves Sage and Vixen away and starts making her way over to the dance floor. She starts swaying in time to the beat of the music even before she reaches the floor. Quickly she starts dancing as the next song starts up. Her movements are quite graceful as she looses herself to the music her eyes closing a little bit as she starts getting into the movements of her graceful dance.

Bridget wasn't really expecting Vixen to walk off, but her eyes follow the neon redhead right along. Focused on the three... well, two when Erica moves back to dancing again, she doesn't notice Rubidia. Even if she is all silvery, blue, and glowing.

"Hey," Vixen offers Erica with a grin. Though once Erica has turned to move away, the grin falls away, her expression evening out. She'll wait a few moments, letting Erica get into the mix of people before she turns back to Sage, her expression speaking of seriousness. "You got mind powers," she asks straight off. "I know you're about healing and such.. but is it just normal.. or magic or that mental shit? Got some serious business to deal with and it requires some mind mojo."

A brow raises faintly to the childish display by Erica, but Sage doesn't comment on it as she looks to vixen to give the woman a look over first before she realizes that Erica has disappeared onto the dance floor. She purses her lips at the straight forward comment. "Since you seem to be clean... and I assume you mean Erica or this cult..." She comments before pausing to consider it. "I have not tested her completely, but Erica is effected. There's something off about her... a shift in mind or spirit or both..."

Erica keeps dancing loosing herself to the movement of dance. She jumps up and twirls around and then lands gracefully despite her tall heels. As the music shifts again she starts moving and swaying to the new beat in a seamless transition of dance. Her long auburn hair tails and lashes behind her as it trails her movements.

Rubidia takes up her cider with a nod of thanks and makes her way around the bar in search of a seat. Ineveitably this catches her up the Bridget. "Bidget! Thar ye ar' coo. Had me all worried after ye ran off on me. But Aye found my way here easily enough." Probably not the first sleeve for Rubidia tonight, her accent is slipping.

Bridget sets her drink down and stands up from the bar. She looks away from Vixen and Sage long enough to check on Erica the dancing queen, and spots Rubidia in there. She puts on a smile. "Hey. See you made it. Sorry about that... and this. I'll be right back." Bridget isn't really running off on her, this time. She's just walking towards Vixen and Sage to see what's up. Vixen's grinning, so that seems a good thing, at least.

Vixen grins at Sage and nods, "Good.. that's at least something solid," she murmurs. "THe cult, yeah.. I've got their new HQ on surveillance. Getting the people going in and out.. Erica is one of them. Bad shit going on." She points at Sage. "You.. we need you, so you'd best be real careful of anyone that's got.. whatever this is in them. Cause I don't trust many people with mind powers, but you're one of them." She purses her lips lightly and glances back towards Bridget as the woman approaches. "You see that chick coming over? Double check her. I think she's clean, but knowing is better than guessing. And if Tirzah's clean, let her know I have my eye on the situation." She pauses then, looking towards Bridget a moment, letting her approach.

"New HQ?" Sage asks softly, "Is that where they bring potential new recruits?" She purses her lips as she considers the situation, before raising a brow faintly. "Tirzah and I were coming up with a plan... but, I suppose I should check her now that I know what to look for..." She comments before she lets her gaze drift towards the approaching woman. Her gaze shifts to consider the woman's aura.

Erica doesn't seem to notice the small gathering as she continues to work up a sweat from her energetic dancing. She opens her eyes as a few people come up to her and ask to dance. She dances half a dance with each person before moving on to the next person. Her movements continue to be graceful as she goes from person to person dancing a dance of joy to the hard moving beat.

Rubidia cant help be feel rejected as Bridget bails on her for the second time. Even if its only a few paces. "Well fine then, ye bugger off and I'll hve my drink." She gripes before taking a long swallow. Her empy hand subconsciosly reaches for her megaphone but thes not that drunk, yet. Bridget is probably glad no one's drunk enough to say nice things at her with a megaphone. She can say another sorry and maybe buy Rubidia a drink in a little bit. "Hi." Bridget isn't sure what else to start with for Sage, other than the smile, so... She looks from her to Vixen and quirks up a brow. "Everything Ok?"

"All I know is street word led me there and I've seen, on my all seeing eyes, Erica going in and out," Vixen notes softly. "I'm still monitoring. Collecting faces." She then nods to Bridget. "Just filling Sage in." she murmurs. "I'm about to get outta here, have a lot of footage to scan for faces. Even with the recognition software, have to do a lot of manual work." Though after she knocks back her glass, she glances at Sage, giving her a questioning look.

Alistair shows up at the bar about as suddenly as can be - "Hello!" he greets with a smile, seeing a few familiar faces. He turns to the bartender for a moment, and asks to buy an entire bottle of something good, and turns back to look at those who knows. "How are you doing?" he appears to be in a bit of a rush though - not staying long, perhaps?

Sage's lips purse before she offers a faint smile to Bridget, "Hey..." She comments before glancing towards Vixen. she considers the words offered with a thoughtful look. "It appears I need to find more than one way to sense." She comments simply, "I think Erica said Bart had met this person... so he's probably with them too." She comments, before she hears a familiar voice bustling past. "Hey Alistair...?" She greets the man with a little bit of a questioning tone. "Fine, and you?" She asks simply.

Erica decides to take a break from dancing and catch her breath. She looks over and sees the small gathering at her table. Deciding to grab another drink first, before she returns to her table, she heads towards the bar. Raising her hand towards Alistair she offers him a quick smile as she orders herself a tall raspberry vodka and soda along with a lemon drop shooter. She uses a cocktail napkin to wipe off some sweat from her brow. As soon as her drinks arrive she quickly drinks down the shooter and then takes a long drink from her mixed drink.

Rubidia abandons her sleeve at the bar half full. Deciding to venture back out onto the floor and work off some more of the alchohol. Before she makes it there though she recognizes the nice man who she talked to the other day and moves to he him as he buys a bottle of something nice. "Hey hun sorry Aye had te run on ye the other day. How'r you?" She slurs a bit.

"Glad you've got all the eyes around." Bridget's smile gets bigger to Vixen and then she nods to Sage. "Glad not everyone's on the funny farm, too. I didn't know who to talk to, really. There was a guy with her there, and if he's the one... Yeah, he's in the club. I'm pretty sure on that one."

Vixen arches a brow slightly at Sage, then glances to Bridget. "Bart?" She looks back to Sage and says, "We should talk more about this.. you seem to know a lot and I want to know what you know. But business calls." She glances at Bridget and says, "Noon. I'll have a lot for you to look at and I'll buy the drinks." She nods to Sage and tells them both, "Watch your asses." That said, Vixen then turns and starts off at once. She'll be gone quickly, leaving her empty glass on a table she passes by.

Alistair waves to Erica as well, and looks over to Sage then, nodding. "I'm doing well - and you too I hope! Cali is alright, she has gotten very" he grins, and pauses for a moment. Better choose words carefully. "Pregnant" he nods, and certainly seems quite happy about it. He collects the bottle, and says, "I have to go though, I'll come visit later and show you photos!"

"For the moment it seems." Sage replies to Bridget, "And, I think we'll have a few details to go back and forth on." She comments glancing between the two women near her. "And, take care." She adds quickly to Vixen. Then, she manages to get her attention back on Alistair to offer the man a smile. "That's good to hear... I'm glad you realized the question about Cali was implied." She pauses before she realizes the man's about to head off. "That's what you promised last time!" She protests before waving the man off.

And before getting too far, he turns his attention to Rubidia; "Miss Rubidia! I'm alright - but I must go" he smiles, "I see you have been having fun though. Don't let the bad men take advantage of you!" he mock-glares around the room, and then smiles at Rubidia before heading on. "Have a good night, I'll see you soon I'm sure!"

Erica looks over to the colorful woman at the bar and opens her mouth to make small talk, but at that moment Rubidia walks away. She shrugs her shoulders and takes another long drink from her cocktail. She taps out the beat of the music on the bar as she looks over her shoulder to see if her friend Sage is free, seeing her still occupied she shrugs her shoulders and turns back to her drink. As she notices Rubidia come back she nods her head at the colorful woman. "Ooo nice outfit I like it. Where did you get it?"

"Japan." Rubidia replies as she waves good by to Alistair before turning to look over the girl who complemented her. "Thats not a bad ensemble you have on your self hun." She returns with an approving nod. Her sobriety seems to be improving now.

Bridget gives Vixen a little wave. "Always do." She follows Sage's looks to Alistair just in time to watch him head out, then quirks a brow at Sage. "Maybe you ought to come by the Nightengale tomorrow, too? Sounds like you know a bit about things."

Once Alistair has left, Sage's gaze returns to Bridget with a faint smile. "Perhaps. Although, I suspect I've just been hearing information from a different source." She comments, "Any particular time tomorrow?"

Erica looks slightly confused and shakes her head. "Oh never been there, but never been a lot of places. Where is it?" She asks before looking down at the dress she is wearing and looks back up at Rubidia. "Thanks I like it a lot, but I need to pick up some new outfits. I think you have inspired me to pick up a dress I have had my eye on. I think it will look pretty good." She says with a little giggle as she raise her cocktail up to take a sip of it.

"On the othe side of the world.." Rubidia replies with a shrug. "Keep forgetting you folks can just flash to wherever you want to be whenever you like. I'm Rubidia by the way, nice to meet ye."

"Noon. You can help with picking out people, too." Bridget smiles back, but then it dims. "Sorry I couldn't meet you when things were more... normal. Still good to meet you, though." She makes a short glance towards the bar, and her smile shrinks more, then springs back up when she looks to Sage again. "I ought to get going, or I won't even get to sleep before noon tomorrow. Hope to see you there." Since she doesn't have a drink to wave, she just uses her hand and turns to head out.

Erica sets down her drink and gives Rubidia a quick little smile as she holds out her hand to shake. "Thanks it is nice to meet you too. I'm Erica a merc around these parts, although it has been a while since I have had work unfortunately, but not to worry. Yah it can be convient being able to get around fast, but I haven't gotten that far away. So what is it you do?"

"I sing, play guitar, dance. The usual stuff a performing artist does." Rubidia explains to Erica with a content nod, looking to savor the anominity for the moment. "Should be preforming around here pretty soon, if things go well."

"Oh yah? You have talked to Aimee?" Erica says with a pleased smile. "I look forward to the show. What kind of performance is it going to be? What kind of music?" She asks as she finishes up her latest cocktail and opens up her purse to pull a few credits out to pay her tab.

"Pop slash rock, some tech too. I take requests, so tell me what you want to hear and I can satisfy. Havent run into Aimee yet, but I'm looking to." Rubidia explains beofre moving to reclaim her half sleeve of cider. "Bring some shades if you come though. I'll try to arrenge having a crate available but the doesnt always work out." She advises with a nod to the departing Erica before finishing her cider and returning to the dance floor.