May 08 05:17:57 107 PA - Lounge Ladies

From Chronicles

May 08 05:17:57 107 PA - Lounge Ladies

Kingsdale - Nightingale

Late, late on Sunday and Vixen is lounging. How long she's been there is hard to say. Only one glass lingers close to hand, but it is low on contents. She herself is lounging quietly, her attention drifting slowly from person to person without much focus. Her posture is deeply slouched, a leg up on the seat opposite her at the booth she occupies.

There's lounging, and then there's -lounging-. Bridget pads into the lounge, and she isn't dressed for clubbing, unless there's a slumber party night. An oversized tee, comfortable sweats that are still short in the legs, and barefoot, she looks to be out for a nightcap, or a wake-up call.

Vixen glances towards Bridget when the woman comes into view. Her brows furrowing just a little as she takes in the casual dress. She smirks faintly to herself and gives her head a slight shake. Though for the moment she only watches to see what she'll be doing looking like that.

Bridget is getting herself a drink, in case anyone might be wondering. Just the drink, since she doesn't take a stool for the order or the wait. A light mixed, most likely, judging from the color, ice, and fizz in the glass she's handed. It gets a sip and the bartender gets the creds before she turns and, well, lounges. There's a happy little smile around the straw as she looks around casually.

Vixen continues to watch casually, her expression largely neutral after her initial amusement passes. She considers lightly for a moment after the woman gets her drink before considering her own glass. After a moment she decides to abandon it, smoothly rising from her seat with a few careful slides. The rise punctuated with a casual stretch of her arms over her head and a little grimace. Too long there. She relaxes and snags her bag, casually slinging it over her shoulder before she steps towards the bar and, in the same, towards the woman.

Bridget's doesn't seem to be watching anything in particular, or anyone. The ambient music gets her to tap her toes now and again as she leisurely nurses through her smile, but there's little other direct attention. Well, until the neon redhead nears the bar. Vixen is closer, even if she's probably just headed for a refill, and the hair is a bit of an eye-catcher. "Love the color." It's a simple, friendly greeting, with the added bonus of Bridget's upbeat smile.

Vixen pauses when Bridget addresses her, turning a casual look on the woman. It'll be a moment before she responds, a faint curl given to her lips. Vaguely positive. "Yeah, it works for me. A little underdressed to be walking around, aren't you? At least, outside of your place, anyway. Especially if you don't have a room here."

"This is my place." Bridget answers that before another sip, then grins at how that sounds. "Well, I don't mean the whole place, but I stay here. Upstairs." Her glass motions upwards, not that there are rooms here in any other vague direction.

Vixen nods her head, not surprised by that. "Still not real regular, but whatever floats your boat." She considers the woman a moment, then adds, "Though maybe you already got floated." A little smirk comes to her as she moves closer to the bar and draws out some credits. "The good bourbon. The whole bottle," she requests as she puts the money down. Extravagant.

Bridget can't help it, and her smile grows quite bit larger. She doesn't blush, but it's not a gloating grin, either. "That obvious? It just seemed a bit much to get all dressed up for one drink." Her floating might be why she didn't really need the shoes, at least.

"I can tell," Vixen states simply. She takes the bottle given to her and turns back to Bridget. "Rule number one? Stock up for when you just want one." She lifts the bourbon bottle to waggle at the woman before she tends to carefully slipping it into her bag. "I always have a variety for when I don't feel like going nowhere."

"Thanks for the tip," Bridget lets out a short laugh at the advice, "and I'll be ready next time. What's number two?" The gratitude and laugh are both honest, and so is the curiosity after it. Sarcasm isn't a presence, at least for the time being.

"NUmber two is if you don't do number one, just send him down to get what you need," Vixen replies, her bag closed up carefully. She looks up then. "If you've done what you do right, he shouldn't say no." She grins, a sly curl to her lip. "After is usually when a guy is easiest."

Bridget started to take another sip, but this one get lost to alcohol abuse as she starts to laugh again. She's nice enough to turn her head away from Vixen, and when the liquid laugh is under control, turns back with a grin of her own. "I'll remember -that- one for later, too, but I'll aim for the first. Sometimes, after is when they're dead asleep."

Vixen smirks faintly. "Then he needs more stamina," she suggests. "Or promise of more, that usually gets 'em moving." She shakes her head and glances outward some. "I should probably be getting back to mine." She has a strange look on her face as she says as much.

"It was my fault, so can't really blame him." Bridget waggles her glass to Vixen, even if it's not as hefty as the bottle-sized one that the redhead gave. Of course, Bridget's is more of a wave farewell. "Don't keep yours waiting too long. The good ones are hard to find."

Vixen smirks faintly and shakes her head. "Yeah, you stay loose, chick," she offers before turning to make her way out of the club.