Mar 08 12:03:43 106 PA
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Tue Mar 08 12:03:43 106 PA.
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.
Later in the evening and the live act tonight is buzzing! The floor is packed and jumping, the music loud, the lights low. On the edge of the dance floor, the latest doctor of the Knight Hospital is dancing, looking the least like a doctor that can be imagined. Her hair is down, black around her shoulders, the heavy fringe lying across her eyebrows. Her eyes are made up heavily, and her face is pale with make up, a slash of red across her lips. Her throat is hugged by the leather dog collar and her body is encased in a pair of tight jeans, and a black t-shirt, the word 'Cruel' written across her chest. Her feet have heavy boots which are bright purple and her dancing seems to involve jumping, her eyes closed, lost to the beat, hands in the air. Despite this, she has her fair share of male attention, which goes utterly ignored.
Vixen arrives at the Alibi quietly. Another face in the crowd, slipping through it with the casual air of belonging. A weave of motion takes her to the bar, often the first stop for patrons of the place. Only a brief deliberation is needed be fore she comes away with a tall glass of strawberry tequila, wandering towards the tables with the same weaving through peoples. As she arrives, a half done cig dangles from her lips, the glass held in a casual grip as she picks out an empty table right up near to the dance floor. What better place from which to observe the flailing of the people? She drops into one of the chairs there at once, a scoot turning the chair outward to face the floor a bit more, one leg lifted to lay bootheel to seat as she slouches comfortably. glass on the table, she lifts her hand to take up her cig, blowing a plume of smoke upward before she actually pays attention to the floor.
Maya is having fun on the floor, oblivious to the people around her, lose in the music and the beat, with little skill at dancing, if at all. But the pleasure and enjoyment on her face shows well enough, and when the music pauses, she stops, lifting her hands to lift her hair from her neck, tilting her face to the ceiling, taking a breath. Then, she steps off the floor, turning towards the bar, intent on ordering a drink. For a few moments, she is locked in intent conversation with the barman, coming away with a large pint glass of ...something purple, with a straw. This, she settles to drink, perching herself on a bar stool.
Vixen spies Maya for at least part of her dancing experience. Amused lightly as she observes things. And the utter disregard she shows for the boys. Her path tracked when she decides to go to the bar. Her attention shifts back towards the dancefloor after.. for a short while anyway. But after no one else seems to bring that same level of amusement, she straightens up, heel slid from her chair. Cig dangling from fingertips, her own barely diminished glass in hand, she tracks the other woman down. Coming up as she's settling, she eases up quietly behind. "Leaving those poor boys without a glance. How cruel," she comments whilst behind before moving up on Maya's right, her glass laid down on the bar top. She slants the other woman a sly little grin.
Maya is leaning against the bar, her head tilted back, admiring the lights apparently, as she enjoys the drink. The comment, and the woman joining her, brings her attention back to the now. "The boys?" She questions, giving Vixen a grin, her mouth curving enough to show that it is a little too wide for beauty, but hazel eyes dance, mischief and amusement mingled there. "See, I give them due warning. It is written in big red letter..." She runs a finger lightly across the lettering, the blood red apt for that moment. "You were at the hospital. Reporter?"
"So you do," Vixen replies. The two are at the bar, a drink for each and the evening is still young with a good bad starting off amateur night. "I wouldn't give myself such a formal title. Investigator, maybe.. but yeah, I saw you there. Looks like you show enthusiasm in whatever you do if then and now is any indication." She turns, her back to the bar as she lifts her cig for a slow drag, her head turned towards Maya after as she holds the smoke lightly.
Leonard enters the club with his usual ease at the doorcheck, a nod given to the doormen that are beginning to become somewhat familiar faces. The young man continues for the bar, that great font of all things intoxicating.
"Is there a point to doing something you don't enjoy?" As if to prove the point, she wraps her lips around the straw, sucking the purple drink in a way that might have broken any of the boys that were dancing with her. "You investigate what?" Her mind follows the path she had set for her, the flush from the energetic dancing fading from her cheeks with the cool of the large drink she holds. She and Vixen are beside the bar, the floor filled with dancers on a loud, relatively good live act night. Vixen is stood on Maya's right.
Vixen holds a sly expression as Maya speaks, head leaned back just a bit to send the smoke skyward, a soft chuckle coming out after. "You got a point, but it's a matter of degrees I suppose. You're pretty high intensity.. not that there's anything wrong with that." She reaches back to snag up her drink and, just before a swallow, she explains, "Whatever needs to be investigated, however I can get it investigated."
Bair makes his way to the door outside. As he waits to get it he slides off his 2 daggers and hands his weapons to the door key taking his key. He seems to mumble something as he slides the key in the back of his blue jeans. His hair is pulled back and looks as if it was cut resently. Glancing around he makes his way over to the bar. Stopping at the bar he orders a simple beer and turns about to survey the area.
Leonard notes one familiar face, conspicuous with the frame of red locks. "Evening, Vix. A glass of wine, please." He offers a smile and greeting, then pauses long enough to order a drink before continuing. "Out hunting the next word?"
Maya turns her head, giving Vixen a long look, thoughtfully, before speaking. Her mouth doesn't look the grin though, and her hazel eyes are still dancing, pleasure showing. "My parents told me to tone it down, on and off." She agrees, cheerful at the critique of the parental units. Leonard's arrival and the comment bring more curiousity, the black haired woman poking verbally. "The next word?" She asks, the moment before her lips close around the straw, enthusiastically drinking the purple ...stuff.
Vixen gives Leo a casual grin before she notes to Maya, "Your Word is what you'd tell to everyone if everyone was listening to you at a particular moment. Everyone has one, even if they don't know it yet. Just a matter of thinking what it might be." She then lifts her eyes to Leo. "I will have to start gathering up a fresh batch for my next PDD. I have a feeling it will be popular with the footage I have. Too had it has to wait at least a little longer." She grins lightly as she lifts her glass for another sip of the tequila before she twists to lay it on the bar again. "But I'm as off the clock right now as I get. Never fully off it."
"It was quite the little trek. I'll certainly want a copy or two." His smile widens as Leonard nods to Vixen, then to her companion. A brow lifts in mild curiosity at the enthusiastic suction. "Evening to you... and you can drink it without the straw if you're that thirsty..."
As his eyes dart from group to group they settle back on his beer. He takes what most people would call a heafty sip before his eyes fall on Vixen, Maya and Leo. He shrugs and starts to head over. "Hey you guys from around here?" A smirk on his face.
Maya gives Vixen's comments some thoughts, clearly struck by the simple concept before Leonard's words earn him a look, forehead wrinkled, some scorn mixed in. "Gee, I'd never have thought of that. My god, why didn't I try that before?" She lifts a hand, striking the heel lightly against her forehead, before she rolls her eyes, the grin returning. "I could, but I don't want to. I like straws." The newcomers comment brings a laugh to her lips though, and she shakes her head. "No. Never come here." The mock solemnity of the comment is spoilt by the twitching lips.
Vixen smirks faintly at Leo, observing him mutely for a few moments before Bair lands his own question on them. "Not if you mean the Dregs," she replies to him, eyeing the man as she says as much. "If you mean the city, yeah." She then turns, from back to the bar to face it as she gives Maya a light pat on the shoulder. "Go easy on him, he's still new to the ladies, but he learns," she advises. It's early evening with a good amateur band on the stage and people enjoying the beginning of a fruitful night. "He's Leo," she points out.
Leonard chuckles as he takes his prepared drink. "Perhaps I should work on my sarcasm, too. Thanks for your support, Vixen. I meant the city, yes." He then offers a hand towards Maya with wider grin. "I'm Leonard, the new, learning, and breakable one."
Agrin starts to cross Bair's face as he listens to there banter. "Ahh I see." He looks around again and sips his beer. "When did this place open. I have not been gone that long." He sighs a bit. "O how things change when you leave to visit family." He smirks and then returns to look at Vixen and Maya. "How long you guys been part of the city?"
An unlikely appearance is made by Alistair - he steps in a little reluctantly, biting his lower lip and glancing about. It certainly looks like a nice place here; he starts to wander about a little, looking here and there, and trying not to bother anyone although he'll smile at anyone who looks at him - he'll say hello, even. Eventually he ends up near where the other four are, though he doesn't notice right away.
Maya glances between Vixen and Leonard, her grin widening a little before she nods, glancing towards the dance floor. "Leo? Cute name." A quick thought crosses her face, mischief in her eyes before he speaks himself. "Breakable too? My my." A questioning glance is thrown towards Vixen, before she shakes her head, taking a slurp of the drink, her attention span not that long. "About ten minutes, give or take one." She replies to Bair.
"Don't ask me, I wasn't here when it went up either," Vixen replies, her shoulders given a casual shrug to Bair. "I grew up here, but only just recently came back. Some things changed, some things didn't." She then grins at Maya and notes, "Breakable, no.. but fun to play with." No, she has no qualms about talking about him right in front of him. "I suppose he can be insufferably cute at times. Likes to make with the compliments too. If he weren't so green, I might think he were up to something half the time."
"Thank you, I..." Leonard begins to Maya, then pauses to glance sidelong at Vixen. A thumb jabbing her way follows. "I was about to mention that she's been kind enough to be gentle, but I'm not so sure anymore. She IS always up to something, but damned if I'll ever be able to determine what it is." His head shakes in amusement and he takes a swallow of wine to wash down some of his thorough outclassedness.
Alistair turns about, sighting the people he knows, he smiles and greets, "Hello Miss Vixen, Leonard - Miss, Sir" looking to each one of them, "How do you do?" the question rolls off somewhat mechanically, perhaps his shyness is kicking in a little. New place and all. He moves in a step so as not to be in people's way.
Bair grins at the to ladies, "Well arnt we full of spunk this evening." He looks for a chair near by and sits down. He takes a sip of his beer again and relaxes.
"Everyone is breakable." Maya's reply is spoken to Maya, her hazel eyes moving across Leonard consideringly, the girl's mouth curving into that broad, irrepressible grin. "You like it gentle?" The question is asked in an almost innocent manner, Maya's eyes widening, as if it is a perfectly reasonable one, even as she slides from her stool, moving around Leonard, her hand reaching out to trail his waist as she moves past him, to the other side, to the bar, where she wiggles her glass for a refill of the purple liquid. Alistair's arrival gets a curious look over her shoulder, one booted foot resting on the back of her other leg, as she leans on the bar.
Vixen merely smiles at Leo, giving him about the sweetest little experssion she can muster. Which isn't too bad, given her predisposition towards the look. "Why, I'm up to nothing at all. You know me and the truth," she says, the picture of faux angelic purity. Of course, then Alistair reveals himself and she looks to him with that purity given way to a casual smirk. "Come on over here, man. You look like you need something to loosen up. What's your poison?" Maya's advance upon Leo goes without much reaction from Vix. A passing glance before she looks to Alistair again.
Leonard's outclassedness becomes stuck in his throat somewhere, along with the wine that was supposed to wash it down. Somewhere between the angelic purity and the impish advance, he coughs. A sputter follows before he looks down at his glass. "I think I'll be needing something stronger..." A brow is quirked at Vixen as he turns towards the bar to do just that, and order one of those purple pick-me-ups.
Bair grins at Leo's ... outclassedness. He shakes his head as he finished off his beer and heads to the bar to get a new one. He Makes his way back to the table before looking at the group. "Yall seem to be having fun making that poor guy rack his brain."
"Are you teasing Leonard?" Alistair asks with searing innocence, his eyes widening a little as he comes closer. "Vodka I think" he says softly, smiles a touch and moves on towards the bar. "Hello, I am Alistair" he introduces himself to Maya, then Bair since they seem to be acquainted with Vixen and Leo, offering a hand to each in turn. He glance at Leo for a moment, giving the man a sympathetic look.
Maya's order comes through and she picks up the large glass, taking the first slurp with enthusiasm as she turns back to the floor, considering her options. The purple pick-me-up turns out to have no alcohol in it at all, only caffeine. "Maya." She replies to Alistair, giving him a quick once over before she glances at Vixen, the grin returning. "Dance!" She exclaims, reaching out for the hand Alistair offered, in passing as she heads towards the dance floor once more. If he lets her, she'll take him with her, her energy showing itself once more as she begins to jump around to the music.
"Gotta keep a guy on his toes," Vixen comments idly, perhaps fielding the words of both of the other guys. Her cig lifted for another draw, the oddly smelling smoke blown upward casually once more, adding to the faint haze that lingers about the club. When ht seems Maya might drag Alistair off, she calls out to him, "Watch out for that one,s he'll wear you out." Amused with the activity around her. Dance Maya might have exclaimed, but the young, leather clad woman seems to have no immediate intent to follow her onto that active floor.
"Wh-what-ah!" Alistair does get dragged away, because he's like that, though there's some panic and surprise in his voice, "But Miss Maya!" he looks over his shoulder at the others and says something like 'help' but it's too late to hear now as the young woman takes him away with her. One might think Maya is super-human, but anyone who has an idea of how strong Ali is - he's just being polite. Not wanting to dissapointt he girl he tries to dance with her, but it doesn't seemto be something he's done a whole lot; he puts some effort into it at least.
Nor does Leonard, as he takes his Violet Vhatchamacallit, and a long pull from it. "Should I be intrigued, or terrified?" He queries Vixen as he watches Maya start off for the dancefloor with Alistair in tow.
Bair just sits there watching the group. A smirk crosses his face as he just sits back.
Alistair may have been drawn in her wake, her hand in his, but Maya is in a world alone, jumping around to the music, her purple-filled glass in her hand. Poor Alistair, he is mostly ignored, merely someone to bounce around. "Maya! Not miss..." She yells over the music, giving Alistair a glance, before losing herself in the moment again, the boots giving her help in clearing enough space to jump around in. After a while, the jumping slows, and she glances at the oversized man's watch on her wrist. Then, giving a wave to Vixen at the bar, she abandons Alistair there, alone on the dance floor.
Vixen glances towards Leo, a brow raised subtly. "I'd say that depends on you, man. I'm probably the last one you should ask that kind of question." Her lips curled into a faint smirk as she says as much. She spies Maya's departure and casually lifts her hand, cig dangling between fingers, in response. "What do you think of her?" Vixen slanting the guy a carefully schooled look, giving away nothing herself. Which may be telling in and of itself.
Alistair tries to keep up, but he relaxes a little as he realizes Maya isn't paying him a whole lot of attention. When she abandons him he waves at her, watches her leave, and starts on his way back, his expression a cross between relief and dissapointment - or confusion. Eventually he makes it to the bar, where the vodka is waiting for him; he pays and looks into the shotglass, then he glances to Vixen and Leo.
"She is energetic... and forward?" Leonard gives the departing discussee a polite wave before turning fully towards Vixen. "Likely very exciting, but, other than that, I'm not sure what to think." The returning Alistair receives a lifted salute of his drink, and a grin. "You survived?"
Vixen casually nods her head, then turns her attention towards Alistair after Leo's response. "Looks like you lucked out. Just don't tell Cali," she tells him with a sly little grin. "I get the feeling she might not take it so well." She then turns around again to pick up her glass, lifted to drain a nice, healthy swallow before she looks to Leo again, considering him intently. This time with her expression settled a bit more into an uncertain world of neutrality.
"Oh, so I did" Alistair smiles sheepishly at Leo, he's barely broken a sweat, too - but perhaps the meaning is different. He looks to Vixen then, nearly pouting at the mention of Cali. "She would?" he asks, his brows hiking up a touch. A little frown crosses his expression and he looks back into his shotglass, then he shoots the vodka.
Leonard takes a small sip of his drink, made shorter as he notes himself under scrutiny. His brow lifts to Vixen just before he is forced to ask, "Credit for your thoughts? I'm not even attempting a guess, so I'll just ask. What's on you mind, Vixen?"
"Nothing," Vixen states in response to Leo after a moment, turning her back to the bar again, her drink lifted again for a light sip before she gives Alistair a casual grin. "Lets just say I'm pretty sure she would be a bit iffy on you dancing with random chicks. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Her grin lingering as she lifts her cig to take a smooth draw off it, the thing nearly a nub now.
Alistair blushes a little - perhaps the alcohol going down. He looks at Vixen, blinking his eyes at her in what might be disbelief. He makes a sound, but ends up not saying anything, perhaps wisely so at this point. There's a deep breath, and he glances about, potentially looking out for any other would-be kidnappers.
"I saw nothing." Leonard reassured Alistair with a grin that dims as he looks back to the red redhead. "Now I think that I should be terrified over intrigued. I've missed something, somewhere, haven't I?"
Vixen shakes her head slightly, looking towards Leo. "What makes you say that?" If there was something, she seems to have moved past it.. or hidden it. "You're really too paranoid sometimes, Leo." She then grins lightly at Alistair. "Relax some. You're way too uptight," she tells him, reaching out to jab at his shoulder lightly. "Cali's just odd that way."
Alistair looks at Vixen again. There's a moment of ... something or other as he stares at her, then he smiles a touch. "But she doesn't like things being hidden from her" he points out, "What would hurt her more? Knowing or finding out later from someone else?" he asks, tilting his head a touch. "I don't like to make Cali cry."
Leonard rolls his shoulders, his grin returning. "I try to know what I'm getting myself into. It wasn't her thoughts I was asking about." He turns from Vix and nods to Alistair. "Good point. I don't think that your dragging off will upset her, even if she is the jealous type."
Vixen considers Alistair a moment, then gives her shoulders a subtle roll. "I guess you're right.. but then you can look at it this way.. tell her and its another moment you can have a good excuse to shower her with whatever you shower her with when you're looking to calm her." She then looks to Leo and gives him a considering look. "I know you weren't asking about her. And when it comes to me, you already know what you're into, right?"
Alistair nods his head to Leo, apparently agreeing with that, then to Vixen; another little frown, and he sets the shotglass down on the bar. He's perplexed, and perhaps uniquely unhappy. He smiles a little to both of them, "Have a good night" he dips his chin a little and starts on his way out now.
"I do." Leonard gives Vixen a nudge with his free hand and smiles. "Which was why I was expecting a lesson or lecture of some sort." He blinks slightly as Alistair excuses himself and lifts his drink. "Enjoy your evening. Don't forget the showering."
Vixen lifts a hand casually to wave in Alistair's direction as he goes off, casually looking after him for a few moments before she turns back to the bar again and, after a final draw off her cig, the nubby remains get tossed into her near empty glass. "A lesson on what exactly." She turning to face the guy, arms lifted to cross over her chest as she regards him intently. Though again with that vagueness that muddies her true aims.
Leonard rolls his shoulders and sets his glass upon the bar. "On how I should have handled that? I'm sure you have some opinion. I know where you stand, Vix, but that doesn't mean I'm comfortable tossing myself at every passing smile. Even with your nudging, and wonderful instruction, I don't think that is me."
"Why should I tell you how to handle other girls?" Vixen's question. "I mean sure I give you some general pointers, but I'm not going to hand hold you when it comes to dealing with individual chicks. You're the guy, you do what comes naturally." Her tone remains even, though not 'natural'. "If you like what you see, do something about it. If you don't, don't. It's pretty simple, ain't it?" Her arms remain crossed, her eyes intent on Leo, though that ambiguity lingers in her manner.
"I've tried that," is snapped in return, perhaps a bit more harshly than Leonard intended, "but someone enjoys reminding me what they're NOT everytime things get too friendly." Not that it wasn't for his own good, of course, but maybe it didn't help much. He snatches his glass back up and begins to gulp at it.
Vixen is given pause by the response, her lips pursing, expression firmed, as if to deflect that moment of ire. And after she relaxes somewhat, but a light sense of wariness lingers about her as a few moments tick by without verbal response. Finally she says, tone lowered, "I'm just helping you out, man. I ain't cut out for relationships. I.. just ain't, ok?" Yeah, she does it again, though she doesn't seem to have much past that vague denial as her words simply pause there and she tries to look firm.
Leonard lowers his glass with a sigh. "Vix, I... I'm sorry." He then meets her gaze, his ire utterly gone, and glass once more set aside, this time in favor of her shoulder. "I happen to like the way you're cut out. Maybe I'm building that pedestal too high..." A slight smile flickers tentatively. "but I'd like to see how it stands up."
Vixen frowns faintly, though ire doesn't describe her expression. Concern.. worry? Perhaps something along that line. "ain't just your choice.." Though saying as much seems all she can come up with for the moment as a brief pause is followed up with, "We can talk about it later.. I gotta go." This being the sort of 'go' that comes right on the heels of her words, the young woman moving around Leo to strike off at a modestly elevated pace.
"I know it isn't..." Leo begins, pausing for thought. Which is a bad idea, considering she steps off, and he turns to follow her with only his eyes and a half-open mouth. "You don't know until you try..." Probably not a verbatim bit of her advice, but it's what he manages. Unsure whether he's helped either one of them, he simply watches her depart, and considers another drink.
