Mar 26 22:12:00 107 PA - Fun time at the Alibi
From Chronicles
The current game time is: Sun Mar 26 22:12:00 107 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.
Maya flips off the stereo and the lights, plunging the lab into dark silence, and the women make it across town without incident. Sunday night is R&B and rock night, and Maya's step is almost a bounce as she makes it across the club to the bar. Soon, the girls both have drinks to their liking, Maya's odd purple choice served over ice with a straw, and today a tiny tiny umbrella. "Erica, right? So what do you do when you aren't delivering corpses?"
Erica stirs her drink with her straw to make sure it is all mixed up while she bobs her head in time to the music. Her gaze is on the dance floor obviously people watching as they dance and move to the R&B music. "Oh I'm a merc pretty much. People pay me to shoot things or defend things or deliver things. That sort of life. Sometimes it pays well, and sometimes my costs are higher then the pay. Like last job." She says with a giggle and a grin. She looks at Maya's drink for a moment in a curious manner. "What is it you are drinking?"
Maya glances around, claiming a booth table for them, and considering a menu in an absent way. "A merc? That sounds cool...What was the last job?" She rests the drink on the table between her elbows, dipping her head to catch the straw and taking a slurp, inelegant but effective. "Mostly flavouring and caffeine." The answer is given with a broad grin, and a softer confession, "I can't hold my drink in the least. Last time, Mik had to spend the night holding my hair from my face."
Erica sits down at the booth that Maya found and leans over to look at the menu instead of looking at her own while gnawing on her lower lip in thought. "Oh it was grabbing an artifact from the CS warzone up north. Tirzah wanted it retriezed instead of in Coalition hands I guess. Lost two suits of armor though." She says with a shake of her head and another shrug of her shoulders. She giggles slightly at the confession as she nods her head. "Fair enough. I learned to drink in the service. Had to keep up with the boys. Mikjel? How is he? I used to see him around regularly but haven't seen him in a while."
The two girls are sitting in a booth, drinks in front of them, the R&B and rock music filling the dancefloor easily. Evening of the earlier day, and Maya is listening to Erica's tale of life as a Merc. "Artifact? What was it, do you know?" A perk of interest in her face and then she is light hearted again, grinning as she shakes her head. "I saw him yesterday, went dancing a bit, had some dinner. I had to drag him out of the truck, its so damned cold down there. I told him he can crash at mine but..." She shrugs lightly, bending her head to slurp at the drink more. "I think he wants to stay in his blankets."
Erica shrugs her shoulders again as she bobs her head to the music. "Uh I don't think I ever got a good look at it. Was called a Mobius or something like that. Not sure what it does, but Tirzah wanted it and she is a friend of mine. So thought I would help her out despite the net lose of the mission." She says with a giggle and a shake of her head. "Well I need to try to catch him more often. I used to dance with him from time to time. But the boy does need to find himself something other then his truck. I don't know how he lives without a proper shower or bathtub."
"A Mobius?" Maya's interest peaks and she gives Erica a briefly serious look, intense before she shakes her head and changes the topic. "He uses my shower sometimes, and I think he bathes in the truck." She wrinkles her nose though, expressing well enough the thought of that. "I love my bath, and shower, and apartment. I said he could crash when he likes but he likes his truck." A broad grin and she adds, "And being able to bring all the girls back to his own place."
Reizor enters and quickly removes his soaking cloak and his weapons. Handing them to the attendant, he grins at a joke one of the doormen quickly tells him, before making his way to the bar. Smiling pleasantly at the attendant, he sits on one of the end stools, and looks out over the dance floor, smiling in greeting at a few of the customers he's met before.
Erica giggles and gives Maya a little wink. "Well yes I assume he does enjoy that or going over to their places without someone wondering what he is up to." She says with a little giggle while sipping on her mixed drink. She turns her head as she notices someone coming into the club out of the corner of her eye. "Yah a Mobius. Like the strip I guess."
Maya's grin widens and she laughs, a loud enough cheerful laugh to draw attention. She takes the last slurp of her drink, giving it a rueful look. "He certainly likes to keep himself free. At least I never have to worry about some jealous girlfriend swinging for me." The comment is entirely without jealously or malice, Maya's grin firmly in place. Her gaze follows Erica's glance towards the new comer and her grin widens more. "I could get him to come over if you fancy him?"
After draining his drink, Reizor orders himself another, and looks over at the sound of laughter coming from one of the booths. Smiling warmly, he raises his glass to them, and takes a drink, looking round as a newcomer enters the club. Setting his drink down, he continues to watch the rest of the people here, though his eye is drawn back to the booth more often than not.
Erica laughs softly as she shakes her head. "I had my fling with him already. I don't think he is interested in doing it again." She says with a wink as she settles back in the booth. Noticing the raised glass she raises her own glass to Reizor and gives him a little wave of her hand before turning back to Maya.
Maya gives Erica a look with widened eyes, "Wow, you already hit on the new guy? You are fast, girl!" The casual grin widens as her gaze moves between the two and she begins to slide to the edge of the seat as she picks up her glass. "Refills?" Half way through that word, a loud beeping occurs, and Maya rummages in her bag, withdrawing a pager with a frown. "Oh hell, I have to go. Corpse." The wrinkling of her nose shows the lack of impressedness, and she leans over, giving Erica an enthused hug before she turns and heads out, her step full of energy.
/And I'm gonna get ya, gonna get ya!/ The soft rock overhead attracts the less energetic dancers on Sundays, who keep the floor swaying instead of bouncing. One of the more exotically-dressed individuals, likely clad for a more raucous night, bounds off the dance floor with a chuckle, turning back to shake his head at someone behind him. He jogs two steps and slows as he spies the bar, a smile flickering over his face as he finally stops entirely. "Je suis ici, mademoiselle!" Sebastien yells, at the top of his lungs, and jumps twice while reaching arms high overhead with hands slanted downwards, to point at his head. "I am approaching you slowly, from in front of you, while avoiding direct eye contact!" He sidles towards Erica, gaze firmly fixed on her navel.
Reizor chuckles at the man on the dance floor, and takes another sip from his glass. He stops watching the rest of the club entirely, as one of the women rises to leave the club. Standing up, he leans against the bar, and watches her leave before turning his attention back to the booth itself.
Erica returns Maya's hug with a hug of her own as she pouts a little bit as the other woman leaves. "Call me when you get a chance Maya." She calls out to Maya's back. Turning her head at the yell she gives Sebastien a slight smirk and a shake of her head. "Well you try tracking invisible monsters and then not get startled when someone sneaks up on you." She says with a giggle before turning her head to look at Reizor for a moment as he watches her booth. She offers Reizor a friendly smile.
Sebastien must not have seen Maya. Else he'd be even more rambunctious! The young would-be knight approaches with his eyes still on Erica's navel, and he replies, "In fact I have, mademoiselle, though I bought a fancy helmet that allows me to see such creatures no matter how sneaky they might be." He reaches to offer her a hand, wrinkling his nose at the booth. "How antisocial of you. Come! Let me buy you something to make you warm and pliable!" His eyes are still averted.
Reizor smiles back at the woman, and taking his drink, moves towards the booth, moving easily between the other people in the club. Arriving just after the man, he smiles. "May I join you?" he asks in a soft voice, his American quite good, but with a Russian accent. He nods in greeting to the man, "My name is Reizor, and I've recently arrived in Kingsdale, may I ask who you both are, and would you care to join me for a drink?"
Erica rolls her eyes as she shakes her head, all the while having an amused expression. "I'm not antisocial. Maya was just here, but had to leave." She takes Sebastien's hand and guides him to the booth seat. "Yes you and your fancy toys Sebastien. I have to replace some of mine." Turning her head she looks at Reizor and nods her head. "Sure. Nice to meet you Reizor. I'm Erica and this is Sebastien. Are you with all the other Russian people that seem to be running around?" She asks while sipping on her mixed drink.
Sebastien half sits, nodding, though as the Russian approaches he bounds into a standing position and eyes the man up and down, reaching for a firm handshake. "Je m'appelle Sebastien Dubois, chevalier de l'ordre de Coake. Have a seat." he waves at the seat opposite Erica, and waits for the man to begin descending before easing himself in next to the woman. "I have all sorts of toys, mademoiselle. You should try some sometime. You may enjoy them." He winks at her, finally meeting Erica's eyes, and peers back at Reizor. "That is a lot of armor for a club, monsieur. Expecting trouble?" His keen blue eyes peer out from that scarred face, more amused at the prospect than worried.
Taking his seat opposite the pair, Reizor grins across at them. "I've only really met a few of my countrymen so far, most of my time has been spent looking for work." He pauses, and looks depreciatingly down at his armour. "Occupational hazard, lifetime of soldiering. Besides," he takes a small drink "until recently, I haven't had the funds to find a clothes shop and buy some more.." he frowns for a moment "suitable attire. When I do, however, I'll be sure to ask your advice." he replies with a smile, gesturing with his glass at the pair.
Erica keeps shaking her head at Sebastien's innuendo. "I don't think I could use most of your toys Sebastien. Or would want to. I mean who knows where they might have been." She says with a giggle and a sly smile before sipping on her drink again. "Well it seems like there are a lot of Russians around. But maybe that is just me." She mentions with another shrug of her shoulders. "Nothing wrong with armor. When I arrived in town I didn't have much in the way of clothers."
Sebastien gives an exaggerated sigh at the mention of Erica arriving sans clothing. "The good times," he opines, and his knee nudges hers under the table. As a waitress approaches, he peers up and declares, "La fee verte, s'il vout plait!" His eyes meet hers with a knowing look before he peers back at the other pair, offering, "And for you?" He makes a tiny motion to give Erica some more room. "There is a sizable Russian population ici, je crois. Still, you have come just in time monsieur! There is a beast afoot. Though one wonders how you would be paid for hunting it." Sebastien's eyes narrow at Reizor before he wonders towards Erica, "Is it that there has been a bounty placed on its head yet?"
Chuckling at the light banter between the pair, Reizor says to the waitress "Vodka, neat please." He looks at Sebastien, his expression serious. "What beast, this is the first I have heard of this, though, to be truthful, I don't know where to find such information yet."
Erica tilts her head as she listens to her translator tell her what Sebastien was spouting off. As the waitress approaches she finishes off her cocktail and orders another raspberry vodka and soda. "I haven't heard about a bounty yet. I could use the money though after the last mission. I tracked it a little bit out of the arena. Oh it is some crazy invisible reptilian beast that managed to escape the arena. It was pretty messy. People are trying to track it down."
The waitress is intercepted on her return, and when the drinks are bought to the table, it is the club's owner, Aimee, carrying them easily on her one hand, lifted to shoulder height. "Sebastien, mon ami, are you chasing the fairy tonight? Erica, ma petite, and my new security man." She greets them all with a warm smile, putting the tray on the table. "And how are you all?" She blows Sebastien a light kiss from her fingertips, the green eyes warming a little.
"Her seductive green eyes call to me!" Sebastien proclaims, waving at his verdant drink. He grins up at the proprietress, half-standing as best he can in the booth, a little off balance as the angle lets him come to roughly even height with Aimee. "Though Erica, I wonder if you recall another invisible green lizard we have met recently?" He quirks an eyebrow and half-scoots out to meet Aimee, leaning over to whisper something in her ear.
As he is about to reply, Reizor sees Aimee arrive. Standing up, he nods respectfully. "Good evening ma'am, would you care to take a seat?" He moves to one side, allowing her to seat herself if she wishes, and quickly gets his drink from the tray. He looks at quizzically at Erica. "Crazy, invisible reptilian beast? If it's as dangerous as the description sounds, someone is bound to want to pay for either it's capture or termination."
Erica looks up and beams at Aimee as she comes over with their drinks. "Hi Aimee. It is nice to see you as always. How is buisness?" She inquires as she picks up her drink from the tray while frowning slightly at Sebastien as he leans over to talk to Aimee. She lashes out with her knee and bumps his leg under the table. "Well I'm sure someone will pay. I just haven't heard of any advertised offers. And yes Sebastien I remember the dragon we fought. This thing isn't like that though."
"Business is good, ma petite." Sebastien's movements gain him both a raised eyebrow and a feline smile, the whisper getting no reply at all. "Perhaps some magic person can use the corpse for some thing and will buy it." The light suggestion is offered, a deliberate provocation to Sebastien, "And it is Aimee, Reizor, not ma'am. That, it makes me sound as if I run girls, not a club." A slight tilt of the head indicates consideration to the idea before she smiles, dismissing it, finally answering Sebastien's whisper with one of her own.
Sebastien peers back at Erica, smirking. "I think they are very connected. We go out and kill an invisible lizard and suddenly there is another invisible lizard ici to plague us? Worse; dragons are shape shifters. Who is to say what form this this new menace takes now? It could be anyone, come to listen and choose targets." He doesn't look directly at Reizor, but Sebastien's eyes narrow faintly at Erica before he slides the other half way from his seat, reaching to claim his shot glass. "Excuse me un moment, I need a word with the madame." He chuckles softly and reaches to claim Aimee's arm in one big hand, directing her away from the table to converse quietly.
"As you wish Aimee, just wanted to know the correct form of address." He offers with a smile, and sits back down as Sebastien takes Aimee to one side. "So, Erica, what else do you do with your time, except keeping newcomers company?" he asks with a grin, taking a drink and leaning back in his seat.
Erica raises an eyebrow before shaking her head slightly. "If you say so Sebastien. I don't see any connection myself, and I think the Arena people would notice if it was a dragon but whatever." Her eyes widen and Sebastien's narrowing eyes and she looks slightly confused. "Uh ok have fun. She offers to Sebastien before turning back to Reizor. "Um I'm a merc I guess. I do odd jobs for credits mostly protection, retrevial, or monster killing. It pays the bills most times, although last mission was expensive."
Aimee turns with Sebastien, a soft word of protest at the title he casually issues her, but her face becomes serious when he speaks with her and she replies in low tones before she turns, reaching a hand out to a nearby staff member, who listens to her instruction and heads towards the security team at the door. Aimee herself returns her attention to Sebastien, reaching up to lightly touch his cheek with her palm, the gesture affectionate as she speaks.
The young man's head turns into the hand, chin ducking, and he speaks softly to Aimee as his eyes follow that Aide, then back to her with a grin. Then, smirking, he walks back towards the table with eyes on Aimee, looking cautious as it waiting for a reprisal. "She means to say she is a hero for hire! She is no mercenary, I stress. She is the damsel in distress! Except, you know. In reverse. I would call her the knight in shining armor except I imagine someone already has that role sewn up."
Reizor chuckles at Sebastiens reply and grins at Erica "Excellently put Sebastien, I couldn't really imagine Erica being distressed, though I daresay she manages the damsel part well enough." He takes another sip of drink. "And what do you do with yourself Sebastien? I can't help but notice the cross you are wearing..?"
Erica rolls her eyes slightly as she shakes her head as Sebastien comes back. "That is silly Sebastien. I'm no knight. So what was that all about?" She asks as she nods at Aimee. "Conspiring against me?" She jokes with a quick wink before sipping on her mixed drink. Turning to Reizor she shakes her head slightly. "Try not to listen to Sebastien he says some pretty silly things. And thank you for the compliment." She says with a little giggle as she reaches out and pats Reizor's hand.
The look Aimee gives Sebastien is slightly surprised, and she reaches out a hand to draw him aside, her voice a low murmur, green eyes on his face. The reprisal is not harsh, if it can even be counted as one and she turns back to the table with a quick smile returning to her lips. "Non. A private business matter, no more." Aimee dismisses Erica's enquiry lightly, "And now, I do have business to attend to. Keep away from the nasty invisible things, ma petite, mon ami, et mon employe."
Sebastien eyes Aimee from the booth, a grin flashing over his features. "Aye aye, captain!" he declares, before downing the drink before him. The young man leans forward, sputting a soft cough, and eyeing the table before he peers at his empty glass. "Have Cynthia come by again for a refill?" he asks, eyes twinkling. "You really do need to stop hiring beautiful waitresses. I would drink just to give them my orders." He leans back, side coming to rest warmly against Erica as he speaks, and the young man turns his attention from Aimee to Reizor. "She is modest, but tres brave. Just the other day, I hear, she went toe to toe against a pair of Samas suits with just a jet pack and a rifle and came out on top. Always, she ends up on top. How is that, I wonder?" He nudges Erica again, though the question is directed at Reizor.
Aimee turns from the table, shaking her head, and when the drinks come, a young male waiter by the name of Juan is delivering them. He shoots Sebastien a slightly confused look, as he puts the man's drink in front of him. "With complements from Aimee, and she said you asked for me particularly."
Reizor smiles as he replies "Ah, no gentleman would dare ask how any lady ends up on top now Sebastien, at least, not without the ladies permission." He drains the last of his drink and rises from the booth. He bows gracefully to Erica, and offers his hand to Sebastien, noting the firm grip as he shakes it. "It has been a pleasure meeting you both, thank you for the company and conversation." With that, he smiles warmly, and makes his way out of the club, peering into the windy night as he puts his cloak on and leaves.
Erica keeps rolling her eyes as she returns Sebastien's nudge with a nudge of her own. "I got lucky although they did shred my favorite armor which I don't know how it will be fixed. Can't until Tirzah gets her thing ready. Lost another suit of armor on that trip so I'm poor now, and have to buy more armor. Oh well hopefully this next trip will go well." She says with a shrug of her shoulders before turning to grin at Reizor. "Oh he just wishes more women were on top of him." She says with a giggle as she nods her head towards Reizor. "It was nice meeting you."
Sebastien leans back and reaches an arm around Erica's shoulders, giving her a squeeze as he greets first Juan, "As beautiful as ever, monsieur Juan. Stay close, I'll need refills!" He tilts his head back at Reizor then and inclines his chin. "Stay warm out there. And get some clothes, you silly man! Next time I see you," he raises his voice to call out, "you had better be wearing pants!" He grins at the departing man, wriggling a little against Erica, and relaxes a touch against her. "They've abandonned us," he complains.
Erica giggles softly as she feels Sebastien wiggling against her. "I think they got scared off by you. You are too loud for your own good." She says in a teasing manner as she leans back and watches Sebastien through her thick lashes while drinking her cocktail. "So what else have you been up to Sebastien since I saw you last? Clubbing non stop?"
"Non," Sebastien replies, and reaches for his glass. The second shot of absinthe is taken half at a time, more smoothly than the first. "Mostly beating up children at the gym. I have this young apprentice. She does not know that yet, but she is learning." Sebastien laughs at that, and sets his shot glass against the table to spin it in place, watching the glass go round and round. At least it's empty. "It strikes me that one of these missions I will not return from. That I should have someone else ready to take up the standard, that I should be remembered well when I have gone. So."
Erica raises an eyebrow as she looks towards Sebastien. "Oh and who have you drafted to be your apprentice? That sounds like an unenviable position." She says with a little laugh while she works on her drink. "Well death happens to everyone. I've allready got a will drafted up and everything in case something happens to me. But it doesn't seem like something to dwell on really."
Sebastien tilts his head back and forth, and ignores the question for a moment, "Mademoiselle, I'm not entirely sure how to break this to you, but I am a touch psychic." Sebastien pauses a moment, before leaning his head forward to display his psi bar code. "See? So I have some inkling of how I am to die, though I am still fuzzy on the 'when.' I will be young, I think. It is just ... I would rather there be mourning rather than celebration. So I work now for that at least." He gives the young woman a faint squeeze about the shoulders, and plays with her far sleeve with his thumb as he speaks with her, "So. I did not sneak up on you. Does this count as the good date?"
Sebastien's head turns in towards Erica, just smirking as she speaks her doubts. "There are many kinds of psychics," he utters, though he leaves it at that. His scarred head turns half away as he says he will be both mourned and celebrated to scan the crowd, and when she mentions this is a good date he turns his head in towards her to kiss the top of Erica's head, uttering into her hair, "Good." His lips munch, capturing a lock of that hair briefly before he 'pthew!'s softly and leans back, making a face. "You need better-tasting shampoo."
Erica laughs softly as she keeps shaking her head. "If you say so." She says with a little smirk as she stirs the ice cubes around in her empty drink. As Sebastien kisses the top of her head she giggles but then sticks out her lower lip in a pout. "What is wrong with my shampoo? It is nice and smells like lavender. And my conditioner is nice as well." She says in a mock wounded tone as she takes a little bit of her hair and smells it.
"It smells nice," Sebastien confirms, "but it tastes like soap! Reminds me of a misspent youth." He scoots back a touch, leaning down and across Erica's bodice to stick his nose against Erica's neck, drawing in a deep smell. "More lavender," he utters softly, chin ducking as he peers down her body. "Have you hidden anything spicy down there?"
Erica giggles and looks up at Sebastien. "Oh did you get your mouth washed out a lot. I can imagine your poor mother must have been driven to her wits end." She says with a giggle and a wink. Her head tilts away from Sebastien as he leans in to smell her neck and another giggle escapes her lips. "No just one of my bras. I'm not sure what you think I would be hiding. I'm not wearing a garter belt in my fatigues usually. Sorry to dissapoint, but Maya brought me over here after I saw her at her lab."
"A rare exception," Sebastien opines, and stands there beside the booth before lowering a hand to help Erica stand. "Well then?" he asks, blue eyes twinkling as he peers at her expectantly. His other hand slips into his pocket, drawing free some money to place on the table to cover the drinks.
Erica looks up and offers Sebastien a warm smile as she takes his hand and stands up. "Well I think it would be best if you met with and talked with Auranna before you came over to ravish me as I think your plan is." She sys with a little wink and a giggle. "I don't want to upset her after all."
"Auranna?" Sebastien asks curiously. He peers aside, then back down, mind obviously running behind his eyes. "Well. Of course, I should meet her. Set it up. Tell her about me." He smirks, and leans forward a touch, "Just not so much about my parents, non?" Not everyone likes the story of my old home." He leans forward a touch further, to peck Erica on the cheek. "Call me when you know?"
Erica gnaws on her lower lip for a moment before nodding her head. "I will. Maybe you can come over and meet her soon, or we can go out to the club and meet up. Might be interesting. But anyway I must get going it is getting late and I have some errands to run still." She gets up on her tip toes and gives Sebastien a quick peck on the cheek.
Sebastien accepts the kiss, waiting a moment before reaching to give Erica a firm smack on the ass. Then dancing away, he laughs and eyes her, retreating for the dance floor. In moments he's found a young woman, dancing away with her to some slow song, glancing once back at Erica to wink.
Erica squeaks out as Sebastien smacks her ass. She spins around and glares at him as he dances away. She wags her finger at him for a moment before she turns back around and heads out from the club.
