May 23 13:07:07 106 PA

From Chronicles

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.

Having been here a couple times now, Sage didn't have to present her order for her custom drink from the bar. She simply was able to ask for the 'usual', yet that seems to be the only thing that has become somewhat comfortable here. Moving away from the bar, she considers the music being played today. She's starting to get used to the music, but hasn't quite gotten into the spirit of clubbing as she moves more towards the perimeter. A place where she can stand near her table in relative obscurity and awkwardly try to mimic the dances she seems on the dance floor. She doesn't do a very good job of mimicing or moving in rhythm to the music, though.

The club isn't busy tonight, not compared with the height of its popularity but Aimee is content. She is seated at the bar, her nails tapping against the wood, the red paint on them glinting almost black in the lights. In front of her is a simple wine glass, and altogether she makes an elegant image, with the little black dress and her hair piled high on her head. Her green eyes move from person to person, watching thoughtfully, her eye for trouble accurate.

Nearby guffawing draws the attention of the light auburn haired woman causing Sage to realize she's the subject of amusement. The lose of concentration on the current 'dance' steps causes her to stumble and she has to steady herself by placing her hand on the table. An embarrassed glare is sent towards the people poking fun at her, but she is too distracted by her own thoughts to consider an appropriate counter. Instead, she parks herself on a chair at her table and contemplates her drink as she tries to ignore what seems to be more amused comments about her.

Aimee's gaze rests thoughtfully on the other woman, a slight tilt to her head as the laughter starts. Before Sage's rear hits the chair Aimee is up and moving. Oddly, her first steps are towards the laughing people, a feline smile on her lips. There is a deliberate sway to her hips and they turn as she arrives, recognising her as one of the owners. She murmurs a few comments, her smile never leaving her lips, but the green eyes are hard as chips of stone. The laughter stops and she nods slightly, turning away. Returning to her drink, with a murmured suggestion for the barman whose attention is instant. In another moment, a drink of the kind Sage prefers is placed neatly in front of her.

Mulling over her drink, Sage's mind briefly considers a way she could exact a little satisfaction of her own. A mild mischievous look passes over her features as her gaze shifts subtly to the table where the people who mocked her sit. Yet, strangely there's a woman standing over by the time now. This gives her momentary pause as she considers the situation. The oddity pushes aside her petty little thoughts off to the side. Giving a thoughtful pause, she finishes up her drink as she tries to think on what just happened. Then, there's a new drink placed in front of her. She gives a mildly questioning look to the person who delivers the drink, "Wait..." She says to pause the person, "Who...?" She gestures to the drink.

The waiter gives her a professional smile and nods towards Aimee. "Miss Benoit." His explanation is brief, only the two words, before he vanishes into the bar, returning to work. Aimee herself is watching the exchange with an amused smile on her lips, green eyes brimming with laughter at the bemusement of the other woman. She lifts her glass in a toast before sipping from it, her gaze turning back towards the rest of the club, a tiny wrinkle appearing between her eyebrows as she watches a pair of rowdy young men being removed by security.

Once the waiter informs her of the source of the unexpected kindness, Sage shifts her gaze to fall upon the other woman. Her head tilts slightly as she realizes its the same woman that had approached the guffawing people. She lifts her own drink is a salute that is made a little slower by uncertainty. Her gaze shifting to see the rude men being attended to by security, drawing confused surprise. She glances back to the other woman at the bar, giving a small smile as if the pieces are beginning to fall into place. She rises from her seat, takes up the glass and makes her way over towards the other woman.

Aimee's amusement doesn't fade as the protesting men are removed, her glass sipped from in tiny amounts. Around her, the dance of the club continues, the bar and security staff running like a well oiled machine. As Sage approaches, Aimee returns her gaze to her, giving her a thoughtful look, considering. "Good evening." Her accent is noticeable, but not overwhelming.

The door to the DJ booth opens, Kid stepping out with a brief pause to glance back at the equipment within. Sure that all is in order and the current mix will give her some time, she closes and checks the door lock before slipping down the stairs. she slips off the jaunty little top hat that's part of her chosen costume for work time, as if to give herself a bit more anonymity within the mix of people as she edges her way around towards the bar. Even so she's accosted by a few people before she can get there, forcing some measure of civility in dealing with customers. She keeps her show of ire until she's left them behind, looking more annoyed than charmed by their praise. Not too common, but it happens from time to time.

With the other woman's gaze coming to rest on her before Sage gets close makes her mind begin to wander self-conciously over what she intends to say when she gets there. Her own gaze considers the other woman lightly as she approaches. "Hey..." She replies simply, not feeling no elegance in words coming to her. "Did you...?" She makes a motion towards where the people had been escorted out.

One perfectly shaped eyebrow arches and she follows Sage's gesture. An expression of surprise, mockingly, appears. "Me? Non. The security men, perhaps they did not like their faces. Or their dancing." She shrugs lightly, giving Sage a small half smile, inviting her into the joke. "I am Aimee." She introduces herself simply, aware that the other woman probably knows it already.

Kid breathes out a low sigh as she comes up to the side of the bar, though her thoughts on a little nip slip a bit to the side as she spies Aimee present amongst the occupants. She pauses for a moment, considering private matters before she seems to decide upon a course, approaching her, and Sage by the same account, noting the other woman there as she nears. She hears Aimee's response, her eyes flicking towards Sage for a moment before they return to Aimee. But rather than interject, she looks to the side, to one of the bartenders, placing a muted drink request. Whiskey on the rocks.

Sage's brow lifts faintly in counter point to Aimee's at the comment about security not liking the men's faces or dancing. Yet, her lips faintly curl even if her gaze lowers briefly in self-reflection. "I'm Sage." She replies softly, before getting a wry amused look, "But, I may be next to be escorted out if dancing style counts here..." Mild embarrassment in her tone spoiling the humourous undertones a little. She seems distracted enough that Kid's arrival doesn't register yet.

"Non, I quite liked it. You seemed, perhaps, a little unsure but ..." She shrugs, dismissively. "Kid, mon ami, this is my dear friend Sage. Is she not amusing? I think, me, she was in the auction, non?" Another sip, watching Sage over the brim with green eyes glittering with amusement, dancing. "Perhaps I should run dancing lessons, what do you think?" The laughter there deepens and one corner of her mouth quirks.

Kid is just getting her whiskey when Aimee addresses her, the young woman glancing towards her at that moment. Her eyes flick towards Sage as she's introduced, responding with a barely audible, "I know her already. And she was." Dull moods are common enough for Kid that her lackluster response might not be anything out of the ordinary. Including the lack of a direct response to the potential of dancing lessons, save for an abstract shrug on her part. Instead, she devotes some quality time to her drink.

Mild embarrassment still plays with her features, yet it doesn't push Sage into anger as the other woman doesn't seem to be mocking. She gives a faint nod soon after the word unsure is mentioned as if to confirm the other woman's assessment. She takes a breath before her gaze shifs to Kid. "We know each other." She confirms, before looking back to the amused green-eyed woman. "Ah... you were the one to coax me out..." She says with a tone that mixes rememberance, mild accusation and a little humour. She raises a brow faintly as dancing lessons are mentioned. She has had one offer already, but she hadn't embraced it fully. Her head tilting as she considers the other woman. "Out there...?" She asks, glancing to the dance floor uncertainly.

"With the people in the club? Non, not at first, I think." Aimee seems amused by that idea, resting her elbow on the bar, her chin resting on her fingertips. "Kid here, she is not amused by the idea." She shrugs lightly, taking a sip of her drink. "Kid, mon ami, did I tell you, mon chat and I make a surprise for Kesslan, and I think, soon, we will show him?" The mischief in her eyes removes the look of boredom that has lurked beneath the surface. "And see, I can teach so perhaps, perhaps I will teach the Sage that she can dance. Perhaps!"

"You didn't say, but we ain't done much talking since I got back ," Kid responds to Aimee, leaving the issue of her amusement undressed. "Just wanted to say I was sorry for how long I was away for.. but we might go out again and as much cred as I got from the first time.. I'm thinking about going a second." She says so without hesitance, though she seems somewhat.. uncertain as to Aimee's potential response to this. So after a moment she adds, in a lower tone, "Fifty kay ain't nothing to sneeze at.. even with what we got jumped by." A notable tension touching her at the mention.

Letting out a little breath, relief shows on her features as Sage draws her attention away from the dance floor. Her gaze drifts to Kid for a moment, "You did fairly well for a first time outside..." She comments softly, restraining the tone of encouragement given the woman's demeanor. She looks between the two woman as she speaks about a surprise but seems content to remain curious about the matter for the time being. It is the mention of dance lessons once more that draws her main attention. What had made her waver about the first offer? Yes... the relationship that was attached. She considers the green eyed woman. The realization that the woman wouldn't bring that type of discomfort into lessons makes a smile slowly blossom on her lips. "That would be a kindness." She says after her thoughtful pause.

Kid's words gets a long look, the amusement fading from her eyes and face. "And perhaps, my music will play itself while you are gone? With magic, non?" There is an unusual sharpness in her voice, and a frown on her face. "Well, perhaps I can find another DJ." Her lips tightening, she glances at Sage for a moment. "Oui, it would, and oui, if you come on a Monday, perhaps I shall teach you." She slides from her stool, leaving her glass behind. "I think, me, Kid, we will discuss this another time. Perhaps when I am less angry." Indeed, her green eyes are glinting and not with amusement. At that, she turns, moving towards the back office door.

Kid rolls her shoulders noncommittally when given comment on her performance. "I guess.. ain't like I could do much of anything with all that.. outdoors stuff." She grimaces faintly and knocks back another measure of her whiskey in a quick toss, eyes narrowing slightly as she enjoys it. Though there is a slight flinch at Aimee's response. "I can find someone," she puts in, though she doesn't press the issue, the results of the request seeming to only add to her lackluster mood. BUt she will wait until Aimee is out of earshot to mutter a heartfelt, "Fuck.." Then goes the rest of her drink, swallowed in a single go, leaving her next breath a raspy one.

With the tangible conflict between the other two woman, Sage begins to thoughtfully consider the drink in her hand as if it has become suddenly interesting. When she realizes she's being spoken to by Aimee, she looks back up and offers a faint smile. "Monday." She says softly, as if in confirmation. "Thank you." She adds, as if to ward off any anger that could be directed at her. She takes a sip lightly from her drink as the dialogue briefly strikes up between Aimee and Kid once more. Her gaze moves eventually to rest on Kid in sympathy. Yet, there isn't much she would be able to do to help.

Kid puts the glass firmly on the counter, giving it a bit more force than is required. She's peeved, it's obvious enough. It's a silent signal for more and she'll get it soon. But with a lack of instant gratification, she turns her attention on Sage. "So what would you do, huh? Most everyone seems to chomp at hte bit to toss around advice. Got a steady job that doesn't suck on one hand, got the chance at a fat payout on the other. What would you pick?" There is a little bite in the question, though it seems more residual than focused ire.

The sympathy in her eyes disappears when the other woman turns on her, but Sage doesn't seem to get ruffled overly by the change of events. Almost as if she were expecting it. A brow raises as she lowers the drink from her lips. "I take care of the library museum, and I'm starting up a vegetable garden to benefit the Deli and other businesses with a friend." She states calmly, "Its flexible enough for me." She adds with a shrug. "Do you think she'll carry through on her threat?" She bounces the ball back into Kid's court.

Kid snorts faintly, looking back to see her glass has been refilled. She snatches it up. "Not if I get someone good.. but not too good. I don't need to be replaced." Though whether she truly believes that might happen it doesn't show. Her tone is vague enough to put some doubt. "Ain't like this is some minor thing.. running of with some nobody. Going with Kess and making some serious money. Not like I like being out there anyway." Which Sage could likely guess from their time on the trip. There would have been complaining.

A faint nod is given to the other woman's comment, but Sage has a speculative look in her eyes. "Does this mean that you didn't get someone good the first time?" She asks simply, before taking a sip of her drink. Her attention directed at Kid the entire time. She tries to keep her tone neutral. "And, is it Kesslan heading out again or someone else this time?" She asks.

Kid shrugs her shoulders. "I didn't think it would be that big a deal.. Not like I want to find someone as a temp that will upstage me. That shit ain't smart." Not at all. She takes a more conservative drink, then reminds Sage, "He said he was going to do more.. just a matter of when he's ready for it. FIgure I might as well get ready for it now." She pauses, considering. "Maybe I should get some of that fancy NTI gear.." Thoughtful on the subject, mulling her cash flow, of course.

"Neither is giving no warning of the disappearance." Sage notes simply, tending to her drink in a slow mulling fashion as she's already had one around. She leans gently against the bar rather than taking a seat. "I should get some new stuff as well." She says, "Only having the rifle was rather awkward for fighting those... things."

Kid frowns and turns a rather displeased look on Sage. "I have warning," she states. "I ain't gunna abandon no one that would miss me. I even sent that fucker Ordo a note.. just so he can't say I didn't tell his ass nothing. Cause he'd try and turn that shit back on me.. I know it." She takes another swig. "Not like there's a lot I had to send to, but I ain't never been popular." Her shoulders roll in a casual shrug.

The look of displeasure is nothing more than a ripple in the pond to Sage as she offers a faint shrug. "Figured something went wrong." She notes, before smiling ever so faintly. "Perhaps you are popular, but choose to ignore it." She says with a hint of musing before she sips from her drink.

Kid snorts faintly at that. "Yeah, I got 'friends' if you want to call 'em that, but real friends I don't got much of," she states, the liquor loosening her tongue a bit. "Lots of people I know.. but you never really know a person, do you? But you don't know I've killed people before. Bunch of 'em. Didn't know that, did ya?" Not exactly stated as something to be proud of.. more flaunting the 'secret' of it than the act itself. "Only person I really know is Cali.. Aimee.. she's been a good friend, but I dunno.. don't think I really know her. But she don't know me either. Not really." She frowns faintly at that, her thoughts tangling a bit.

With the outburst, Sage takes her time as she lightly sips at her drink and considers the other woman with her gaze. A brow raises faintly at the other woman as she sets the drink aside for the time being. "I'm not sure you would know what to do with another real friend." She says plainly, "But, I commend your choice of the one." She considers herself close to that particular woman as well. "And, do you think it truly matters that you've killed people?" She asks, "Ever kill a friend?" She adds with a edge of bluntness.

Kid smirks at the note of what she'd do with another real friend. "Don't matter anyway, does it?" Cynical enough to bypass the possible insult in that. Though the last question gives her pause. She considers it. Considers who she has killed in the past. After a few moments she shrugs faintly. "Guess not.. not a real friend, anyway. Killing false friends ain't really different from killing anyone else, is it?" She drinks again, a deeper draught this time around. Tags: aimee, kid, sageThe 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.