Mar 18 18:18:05 107 PA - Talking work at the Alibi

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Sat Mar 18 18:18:05 107 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.

Erica is sitting at the bar with a mixed drink in one hand and her other hand is tapping the rhythm of the music on the bar. Relaxing and leaning back on her bar stool she has her legs crossed while she scans the dance floor and looks at the other people in the club.

Bailey enters the Alibi, walking with a casual strut as she pauses by the weapons lockers. Unzipping her leather, the psi=stalker draws out her pistol and checks it into one of the small casings, taking a key to pick it back up later. With that done, she narrows her eyes as she scans the night club, walking into the crowded area beyond the entrance to check out the light show for a few moments, smiling as she catches the scent of a psionic dancing in the room. She draws in a deep breath, the kind one might do after entering a bakery, a warm smile forming upon her lips befoer she begins to wander towards the bar area.

Erica glances over as she notices the hairless woman walking into the club. She takes a moment to look the other woman over for a moment before taking a sip of her mixed drink. She turns back to watch the dance floor with a faint smile on her lips. She watches the floor for a moment before leaning down and retieing the cloth straps that secure her shoe to her foot.

Bailey's eyes find themselves glancing over Erica as she adjusts her shoe and the psistalker smirks as she draws near, slipping against the bar between two stools while she waits for the bartender to come by. Not that she's thirsty for a drink, but more to be social in the club and to support the venue. "I don't blame you for not dancing," she comments, her eyes still upon the ambitious heel that Erica wears. "They're killer shoes, though." The bartender drifts by, and she orders a bottle of beer, one of the local brands that she hasn't tried yet.

Erica looks down at her heels and then back up at Bailey as she gives a little shrug of her shoulders. "Oh not the heels. I was dancing a little earlier, but I decided to take a break and have a drink or two. I guess I am still tired from getting back from my mission." She says while giving another shrug of her shoulders. She takes a long drink of her cocktail, finishing it off, and turns back to the bar to set her drink on the bar. Gesturing for another drink from the bartender she turns back to Bailey. "Psi-stalker I take it?"

Bailey watches as Erica drains her drink, pursing her lips as the empty glass is put aside for another. She nods her head, at Erica's question, "That obvious?" she chuckles, having been on the recieving end of many a hurtful glance and glare on her wanderings through the magic district. She takes another deep breath, revelling in the rich scent that the city offers her. Her drink arrives with the cap already twisted off and she takes the cool glass bottle with one hand as she leans against the bar, her scrutinizing eyes sizing Erica up. "A mission?" she asks, her voice skeptical that one appearing so young would be going on anything remotely described as a mission. "They conscript early in these parts, I take it."

Erica giggles softly and nods her head. "Not like I haven't seen a few psi-stalkers before. I have fought beside them and against them in the past." She says with a slight smile. "Not like your people are uncommon after all. There are plenty psi-stalkers that work security and KDPD as well." She says while turning to the bartender and offering her a smile as she gets her next drink. "Yes I'm a merc I guess. I run missions, but before that I did work for a defense force."

Bailey takes a pull from her bottle as she listens to Erica explain, enjoying way the cool liquid sates her thirst. Enjoying the flavour, runs her tongue over her sharp teeth and nods her head, "So there is work to be found in town, then?" she clarifies. "Is it organized, or more of a free for all?" She holds the bottle out as she recollects, but decides better than to go in on some rambling tale for the moment, allowing Erica to speak.

Erica stirs her mixed drink to make sure the raspberry vodka and soda is mixed up before taking a sip from the straw. "Well it is a little of both. For example I'm currently looking for escorts for a package to Newtown. There are notice boards up around town. And certain people are always doing missions or organizing them. But I would say there is plenty of work around." She says while she turns around to look at the dance floor for a moment. "Why what kind of work are you looking for?"

Bailey shrugs her shoulders indifferently to the question, but her eyes do seem to light up at mention of there being plenty of work around. "Oh, anything that keeps me fed," she says with a sly smile, her eyes drifting back to the dance floor as if trying to pinpoint which dancer is the one radiating that delicious aura about them. "Newton, hey? I've never been in that area, pretty hot to be needing escorts?"

Erica rolls her eyes at the mention of feeding. "Yah well no feeding on anyone that isn't going to be killed anyway. At least not when it is my job." She says with a little shake of her head. "Well not super hot, but my package needs to get through for sure, so I'm hiring a couple escorts."

Bailey chuckles and nods her head, "That's generally how it's done," she says, taking another small sip from her bottle. "The name's Bailey," she says, introducing herself. "If you're having trouble finding anyone, I'm sure you could do worse than me."

Erica turns her head to give Bailey a quick smile. "My name is Erica. Well I might hire you, but I don't really know you. Where did you train? Or are you part of one of the local tribes?" She asks in a voice that has changed from casual to more buisness manner.

Bailey shakes her head to the question, "No," she says, "I'm from up north," she says. "Originally near bug territory, but then I moved down to Chi-Town and worked in the Burbs for a little while before falling out with the Coalition." She tries to keep an air of bravado about her, but mention of the Coalition brings a bitter taste and she sets her winter ale down on the bar, having had enough of it even though she's barely emptied it past the tall neck of the bottle. "I was hoping to maybe hook up with whatever militia they've cobbled together here, but if there's mercenary work, that's all the better."

Erica gnaws on her lower lip as she nods her head slightly while listening to Bailey. "Interesting. I don't hire Coalition sympathizers. And are you able to control your feeding needs?" She asks with a raised eyebrow before taking a long sip of her drink. "Well militia work is good it pays ok. Merc work pays a lot better. I made about 100k in credits on each of my last jobs. So judge for yourself."

"I've got no sympathy for them, don't worry about that," Bailey says, perhaps a little defensively. "And as for feeding, that's never really been that big of a problem." She shrugs her shoulders again, "But for a hundred grande, I could go hungry for a week."

Erica laughs and shakes her head slightly. "Well I'm not paying nearly that much, but I'll tell you what you can keep anything that we find. Usually the equipment covers plenty of cost, and if we don't run into any trouble you'll still have credits. But the question is will you take orders and obey them?" She says as she stirs her drink and takes another sip of it.

Bailey snickers, "As long as you aren't ordering me to blow up a bus full of school kids, I have no problem following orders, you are the boss, after all." She wets her lips, her mood lightened by the progress, "So, when are you thinking of heading out? And what is the payoff?"

Erica shakes her head slightly. "Don't know quite when I'll be leaving yet. The package still needs some preperation for travel. I haven't decided on the pay yet either. I guess it depends on how many want to go. You have transportation? Cause that is sort of a big deal."

Bailey winces and shakes her head, "Just two feet and a heart beat, sorry," she says, glancing down to her worn in boots. "Got me here from Chi-town if that makes a difference?" She sighs and leans back. "Maybe next time, hey?"

Erica gnaws on her lower lip and thinks about it. "Well can you ride a horse? Cause if you can I'll buy you a horse in exchange for you escorting me. What do you think of that deal? Not the best but at least you'll have some transportation."

Bailey smiles at that, "Can I ride a horse?" She shakes her head incredulously, "I grew up on a farm, sister, I can handle a horse." She smiles, "You get me a horse with kit, you've got yourself an escort."

Erica laughs softly as she takes a long drink from her cocktail. "I'll get you an untrained warhorse. With the kit and you have yourself a deal. But keep in mind I'll hold the pink slip for the horse until we get back to Kingsdale."

Bailey takes up her bottle once more and uses it to clink glass with Erica's drink, "Looks like you've got yourself an escort," she says with a pleased smile. "And I've got to find myself some spurs," She adds with a wink. "Is there some way I can get ahold of you? I'm just staying at one of the local hotels until I get myself settled in."

Erica laughs and clinks her glass against yours in turn before she sips on her drink. "Fair enough. Well you can always contact me on the radio. I have one twenty four seven." She says while tapping the side of her head and returning your wink.

Bailey smiles, "Oh, there's something I've got to get as well," she shakes her head, "You always forget things when you're running away, like radios and things from the 23rd century." She chuckles and pushes off of the bar, "I'll go shopping and get in touch with you tomorrow?"

Erica shakes her head slightly. "Sure you can call me on the radio anytime, but just keep in mind that the package is going to take a little time to prepare. That and I'll have to buy you a horse after all. So don't get too ready to go."