Nov 30 11:22:34 106 PA - A celebration, a drink and Mr Tight Pants!

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Wed Nov 30 11:22:34 106 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.

Eleven thirty on a Wednesday. The bar has its usual retinue of socialites, the carefully-dressed sort with nowhere to be, flitting about the dance floor like a double handful of confetti blown in the wind. The tables are mostly full, gossip loud over the music, where some business is done, while the DJ spins loud throbbing techno from Sir Psycho Saint's latest album try try and entice the younger crowd from happy hour at the bar. The dance floor's painted in great swaths of red lighting, the bar an orange, tables in amber with just enough white spots to see.

The silvered Sebastien is painted in orange this evening, planted at the bar, drumming his hands on the smooth bartop before him and pointing at one of the partial conversions spotted down on the dance floor as he leans aside to speak to the man next to him. The two laugh as his companion stares down briefly between his legs and shudders. Just what sorts of accessories does that conversion give one, anyhow?

This particular socialite is running late, finishing her shift and heading down to the bar. She arrives, giving the doormen a broad grin, and bouncing down the stairs, her feet together as she jumps. The bunches bounce with her and she heads towards the bar, skirt swirling as she moves. A few pauses on the way, giving refusals to offers to dance. Her broad grin matches the hazel eyes, warm and happy, and she turns, almost running towards Sebastien, his only warning her "Seb!" before she jumps at him, aiming to land on his waist, her arm aimed at his shoulders.

His head pops up, turning in the direction of that voice like a groundhog spotting a bobcat on the plain. Eyes wide, Sebastien articulates a very expressive 'Aaah!' as he turns, the man beside him falling away off his stool, and the young knight only manages to half-turn before he's become prey. With Maya latched on above, the pair hammer once against the bar to rattle drinks and overturn a thin-stemmed cocktail. Cries of protest go up nearby, and Sebastien stares up at the small scientist with a wince and a query; "You want me back at the hospital, Maya?"

The small scientist is unrepentant, leaning back as she stares back up at Sebastien, her mouth curved into an impossibly wide grin. "No, stoopid." She leans in then, sliding down his body to stand on her own feet, landing with a little bounce. His companion gets an glance and a quickly spoken "Sorry!" before she turns back to Sebastien, practically fidgeting on her feet. "Drink! We need a drink. What do you drink to celebrate?" She is almost bouncing, her hands pressed together in front of her.

The 'tender's there a moment later, a well-dressed young man in a tie and apron and disapproving frown, and Sebastien reaches into his pocket to slide some cash across even as spilled drinks are mopped up. "To celebrate?" he wonders, glancing over his shoulder back at the bar. "This depends!" When he looks back, the young man eases about so that he's sitting with his back to the bar, knees between them, leaning back just a touch against that wood. He stretches a touch and grins at the animated Maya, scarred face splitting oddly for the gesture. "Is it that this is a small celebration, such as for a promotion or some such, or a very large celebration?" His hands sneaks out to claim hers, and Sebastien stares up at Maya with guarded eyes belying the smirk on his features.

Maya's grin becomes, impossibly, wider and the hazel eyes dance. "I quit the hospital and the Director... I mean, Joachim agreed to go to dinner with me." The utter joy of this statement shines in her face, and staying still is apparently too much, for she jumps, both feet hitting the floor with a thud. Her hands tighten in his and then she releases them, stepping in to deliver a massive hug to his waist, her cheek against his chest for a moment. "He said yes!"

Mikjel steps down the stairs and into the bar, submitting himself to the pat-down from the bouncers as he does. That done, no weaponry found, he continues on toward the bar, edging between patrons in order to get close enough to the bartender to trade a few credits for a pint glass filled with rye and ice. His first milestone accomplihed, he steps back from the bar and does a slow scan of the crowd, looking for anyone of interest to him.

"Champagne!" Sebastien declares, arms wrapping about Maya's shoulders to return that hug. He leans his head back, not quite releasing her, and tries to catch the eye of his wandering tender to order something sweet enough to gag an eight year old on Halloween. "What is it that you asked him, anyway?" Sebastien wonders with a laugh. "A date, did you skip that and simply propose?" The young man leans forward and wonders, "Is the priest celibate?" That last thought comes with a dark twinkle in his eyes and a very mischievous look.

Maya stays put, leaning into Sebastien, a comfort level built from repeated touches and sharing personal space. A blush slowly rises in her cheeks, and she tries to tone down her grin, biting her lower lip. "I'm not entirely certain. I went in there all planning to be sensible and he had to tell me to break because I wasn't, and I kept trying to explain and he wasn't getting it and..." Breathing might be a good idea, and Sebastien's other question turns that blush into a fire, "I think he isn't." She whispers the words, hopefully.

Mikjel is about three metres away, looking out over the crowd nad the dance floor. Turning back, he edges over to the bar, a little down from the pair. There, he pulls out tobacco and papers and begins rolling a cigarette. Catching the bartender's attention, he leans in, talks for a moment, making a few gestures indicating pouring and amounts, before he settles with his back against the bar, lighting his cigarette and taking a drink from his plastic glass.

That elicits a loud, broad laugh from Sebastien, and he leans back to stare at the ceiling and let it out. "You don't KNOW?" he wonders, squeezing Maya before looking down, first at her head and then ... Well, he's only a man. "Mademoiselle, I think you would burst. You'd grab the nearest ... man, woman, who can say? And so smother them with your need as to nearly kill them! For the sake of us all, let us hope he is not. I'm not sure this city would be safe with a truly repressed Maya." He's laughing at her, peering down with fond eyes, and at the 'ahem,' from behind him he looses Maya to pay for the wine, nudging Maya with a knee.

Maya laughs, shaking her head at Sebastien's comments, the joy in her face and voice too much to stifle. "I don't think he is." She repeats firmly, before failing at adulthood and sticking her tongue out at him. She moves back to let Sebastien pay for the wine, and turns to scan the crowds for familiar faces. Her gaze snags on Mikjel and she reaches out to tap Sebastien on the arm, to let him know where she is going, before moving to jump next to Mikjel. "Mikjel." She greets him, attempting sobriety, her grin stifled, badly, for the moment.

Mikjel exhales a long plume of smoke into the air before raising his glass to Sebastien and Maya. "How are you all tonight, anyway?" Glancing at Sebastien and then back at Maya, he gives the latter a smile, saying, "Guessing he ain't your preacher." As he says this, a glass arrives by Maya's elbow. Red, frosty, bit of ice. "Reckoned I'd grab you something in preemptive congratulation anyhow," he says as he gestures in that direction with his own glass, taking another drag off his cigarette.

Dueling drinks! Sebastien hangs back a moment, downing one, then another glass of the bubbly in short order. He looks rather un-preacher-like there on that stool, in leather and mesh and paint. Refilling his glass, the young man takes two stemmed glasses in one had and lifts the handle of the ice bed with the other, following after a long pause to park himself on Maya's opposite side. "Sebastien Dubois," he greets with an appraising eye on Mikjel's tattoo.

Mikjel pages: It's vodka with a splash of cranberry, in case you needed a flavour marker.

Maya's grin bursts out then, her eyes dancing. "He is Sebastien." She answers the questions in the reverse order, reaching to take the drink with a broad smile of thanks for Mikjel. She steps back, turning to include Sebastien, before she lifts the glass in her hand and takes a sip. "Mmm, that is lovely... thank you." She takes another sip, an enthusiastic one, before speaking. "My preacher said yes to dinner and I quit my job." These both seem to be good news, and she lifts the glass, toasting them both, "A votre sante!" Then the lovely red drink is downed.

Mikjel's tattoo is faded and smeared, like it was done a while ago and quite inexpertly, at that. He juggles cigarette and drink into the same hand, extending the other to Sebastien, replying to his introduction with, "Mikjel Ortega." As he says that, he catches Maya downing the drink out of the corner of his eye and blinks, slowly, then turns with a grin and says, "Reckon you might not want to keep that pace up. Don't know how you're gonna take a half pint of vodka."

"She does not drink," Sebastien replies with a smirk as he shakes that hand. His grip is firm but not crushing, and decrees, "So this will be her only one. I don't fancy the idea of holding her hair back all night!" The young man chuckles softly, and wonders, "Though I loathe to dampen tonight, I do wonder how the regulars will take the news that our little Maya is suddenly off limits? There will be many tears over many drinks, I think."

"I'm fine!" The assertion is given a little louder than Maya is wont to be, her grin keeping her mouth curved, her eyes dancing with the pure joy in her face. She reaches out, giving Sebastien a sidelong glance as she takes one of the glasses. "I have hair bands." She comments on his dictate that she will only be having one. "And I'm not counting my chickens... he might not come, he might go back on his word, or he might not enjoy it." She sighs, her face glowing despite her words, as she takes a sip of the glass, peeking at both men over the brim.

Alistair rushes over to the bar, hopping onto a stool; his heavy backpack is slid under his feet, pretty much out of the way. "Hello!" he greets with a smile before turning to the bar and then leaning in to order quietly. Then back to sitting. He looks from person to person, blinking his eyes, and frowns faintly as if something was at least a little amiss here.

Mikjel looks over Maya's head to the bartender, gesturing again. "Might turn out he's got some kind of irreconcilable kink..." He rocks on his heels, shifting his drink back into his right hand before taking another drag off his cigarette. "...Bet I can think of twenty more things that might go wrong, but you all might as well celebrate that you've almost got the pants off him." He gives Maya a smile and a wink, saying, "If it's love, who knows, you might be willing to make yourself a tree costume to indulge him," as a second red-filled pint glass arives next to Maya's elbow. At Alistair's approach, he steps quickly sideways to avoid being bowled over, succeeding instead in splashing his own legs with a slosh of rye and ice.

Sebastien frowns at the little Maya, quirking an eyebrow at her as he watches the woman devour her liquor with the gusto of someone whose system hasn't caught up with her guzzling yet. "You really don't like her much, do you monsieur Mikjel?" Sebastien wonders, waving his fingers as if washing his hands of the ordeal. "Lucky!" Sebastien calls, gathering his glass and leaving his bottle of champagne. He walks away from the vomit-producing time bomb without a look back, wondering, "How is your redhead? I see she has not yet managed to build a robot to replace you!"

Maya pulls a face at Mikjel, rising above the teasing, her grin still brilliant. Alistair's arrival has her stepping back, protective of her glass. "I'll celebrate that I get the chance..." She replies, taking a sip of the champagne, her hand moving to touch her nose as the bubbles tickle. Alistair's bemusement is noted and she gives him a look of concern, the emotion taking the edge from her joy. "You alright?" Sebastien's defection is noted, a tiny flicker of bemusement crossing her face.

"I'm sorry! I can get you another one" Alistair replies to Mikjiel after noting the unfortunate event. His gaze slowly travels to Sebastien. "Her name is Cali, and she's doing alright - busy as usual" he replies, "And definitely not building a robot" the last is added a little indignantly, perhaps a triumph for Sebastien's teasing. Looking back to Maya he smiles, "I just didn't think you could look happier than you normally do."

Mikjel waves his hand dismissively as he leans back against the bar, raising it to his lips to take a drag off his cigarette, then butting it out. "Ain't no matter. Mostly just got ice on my pants." He gives Alistair a wink, adding, "If she's building a robot, and she models," a gesture with his newly-freed hand, "bits off of you, take it as a compliment." Glancing back at Maya, he adds, as an afterthought, "This drink, you might want to take it a bit slower, cherie."

"This is why he is so concerned!" Sebastien chortles from the end. "She modeled nothing from him!" He laughs again, sipping from his last glass of champagne, and flashes a grin at Alistair. "Though I do wonder. There was a priest taken from the dregs recently, non? Simply gone? I wonder if this is a trend?" His eyes flicker along the group, flashing a quick smile. "Is it that any of you have heard of this?"

The joy returns, lighting up Maya's face, washing the concern away. She gives Mikjel a nod, slowing her drinking down a little, "The ... Joachim said yes. To dinner. So we're going out to dinner." The words are uttered in a breathless rush, and she is almost bouncing on the balls of her feet, her glass held in two hands. Sebastien's comment dims the light in her face and she frowns, the grin vanishing for a second as the man receives a look that is bordering on unfriendly. "Think I might dance." She comments, reaching out to put the glass on the bar.

Alistair watches Mikjel for a few moments, and he then looks away, turning bright red - you know, like an aircraft or ship collition beacon? Just like that. Sebastien on the other hand gets shot a look. A look to Maya for a moment too, given her reaction, and then back to Sebastien. "You might want to choose your words a little better Sir, some jokes cross a line or two."

A look down at Sebastien as Mikjel says, "Ain't heard nothing about that, but I reckon that my neighbors ain't about to come over to my fire and share the gossip of the day." He leans forward, getting to his feet and setting his drink on the bar. "Boy like that, reckon she'll come calling with a mold and some rubber, leastwise, if that's her aim. Might be as she likes his bits better when they're part of the whole package." Grinning at Maya and missing the glower, he extends a hand, asking, "Wanna take a turn on the dance floor then?"

"I was not joking," Sebastien replies quietly. "Though I think I may have my stories confused. The priest disappeared after several of his flock were drained of blood? I was hoping someone else might know of this." The young man reaches to plant his glass on the far side of the bar a little firmly, and shrugs. "It's an old story now. I heard it weeks ago. I have just been occupied."

"It wasn't me and my priest is fine." Maya's comment to Sebastien is spoken softly, but the tone isn't gentle, and she punctuates it by turning her back on him, turning towards Mikjel with a smile that doesn't hold the absolute joy she had before but does have some gratitude. "Yeah." She puts her hand in his, tilting her head back to look up at him. "I'm not a great dancer..." She warns him, the humour returning slowly, "I bounce mostly.. .jump around..."

"Poor timing" says Alistair, then he stops for a moment as he processes what was instinctive more consciously; his gaze returning to Maya slowly, Sebastien being given a quick, "Maybe it's vampires or vampire poseurs? It's serious but not for here or this company" he smiles at the dancers to be then, tilting his head little.

Mikjel gives Maya's hand a squeeze as he pulls her out onto the dance floor. "Ain't like I'm about to start complaining about watching you bounce, cherie. Guess we'll see how the music moves us." He keeps ahold of her hand as they arrive in the centre of the dance floor, his feet catching the beat of the blaring techno and his body beginning to move with the music.

Sebastien stares at Maya evenly as she leaves, a faint smirk touching his lips, and nods once at Alistair once she's gone. "Then I will find other company," he decides, dropping rather abruptly from his stool. All painted up and no dancing! Odd. The young man strides off away from the door, disappearing into the crowd in a straight path for the exit.

Zero enters the Alibi with his head low, allowing the brim of his hat to interfere with view of his face somewhat. The stop at the front is brief, the man having nothing to hand over at the door. Thus he's quickly ejected into the room at large. Once amid people, he flows with them, more letting the motion of people back and forth guide him rather than going in any particular direction. Though as Sebastien passes, he turns, eyeing the silvered up man with an odd look. Then a shake of head and a turn that completes his 360 while staying with the flow.. mostly. A jostle with one person in the mix sends him off in a new direction.

Maya's smile begins to return properly on the dance floor, her head tilted back to look up at Mikjel as she watches his movements and mimicking. Not well, but with an enthusiasm that shows in the broad grin that is spreading across her face, her hazel eyes lighting up. The bunches dance somewhat more gracefully, as she almost bounces, finding rhythm if not grace. The skirt flies and she keeps hold of Mikjel's hand, "Thanks Mikkie...." His newly gained nickname is, by force of the music, almost shouted.

Alistair waves at Sebastien, turning to look at him and hiking his brows up - a little frown followss, some curiosity in his expression as well, and then his gaze returns to the dance floor just as he's handed his drink at the bar. "Ah, thank you!" he smiles, nodding, his feet still on the backpack under the stool he is sitting on.

Bouncing a little to the driving beat, Mikjel smiles back at Maya. His hand squeezes hers softly while the other flutters in the air, following the melody. "Ain't no trouble. I'm fond of dancing. Why I come out here at all." Brown curls dance around his head as his boots tap out the beat with sharp clicks. A smile sparkles in his eyes as he lifts the joined hand, offering to twirl her around.

Zero ends up at the bar. A common starting point, the young man easing up next to Alistair. Though his brow furrows as he eyes the broad selection behind it in a 'math is hard' sort of way. But it only slows him a moment before a hand is lifted in a casual wave at the selection and he asks, voice raised just a bit. "Gimme something cheap that ain't piss." That hand dipping to sink into his jacket pocket, fishing around as he glances towards Alistair beside him. "Hey." he says to the man, chin tiling up slightly with the casual greeting.

Maya's smile returns, the sparkle that was in her eyes earlier returning. "I love it." She replies, as she is twirled, throwing herself trustingly into it, her cheeks flushed, the skirt flying around her thighs. She returns from the twirl, curling his arm around her, ending with her body pressed back against him, her back towards him. "Can't believe he said yes!" She is yelling above the music, as she tilts her head back, trying to match her rhythm to his.

Mikjel laughs, his arms wrapped around Maya's waist as she completes her spin. "Great! Maybe now you all can get from the moony pining to the full-on puppy love now." Giving her a squeeze, he continues dancing, chest against to her back and hands moving to hold her around the hips. Pressed against her, he continues to move with the fast beat, steps slowly turning the pair of them in a circle.

"Who said ... " Alistair tilts his head slightly, looking to Zero then as he moves in next to him. "Hello" he smiles at the greeting, "How are you?" casual but cheerful, he then takes a sip from his drink, his eyes moving between the dance floor and Zero.

Zero takes the bottle that he's given and, once he's got the price, drops the right amount into the guy's hand before the bottle is lifted and tipped at the tender in a casual salute. He then turns to consider the dancefloor, then Alistair as he responds. "Fine, I guess. Sort of depends, don't you think?" He leans against the bar casually, bottle lifted for a sip.

Maya, for once, giggles. An honest to god giggle, along with a blush. She lifts her arms, hands resting on the back of her neck for a moment as she looks over her shoulder at him. Her hips move in reasonable beat to the music, the girl's happiness absolute in that moment, the antici....pation of the love affair wholly complete without even a slight dent. She does a little shimmy, dipping her knees, before coming back up.

"Sure, everything is relative I suppose, but you can be happy or sad or - well, I guess it's always socially acceptable and prudent to say you're fine. The little white lie that makes the world go around, no?" Alistair smiles, brows hiking up a touch. "Maybe I think too much, too" he nods, considering that particular possibility.

Mikjel gives Maya a wink and a squeeze, replying to the shimmy with a dip of his own, body sliding down her back until he is almost kneeling, then back up again. "Glad to see you happy instead of flustered or worried. Looks good on you." He flashes her a grin as he continues the upward motion, offering to lift her.

Zero eyes Alistair a moment, then nods his head. "Yeah, you do. See.." he glances at the dancefloor. "See, if I was that guy right there.." He points his bottle in Mikjel's direction. "I'd be pretty damn happy right now. Cause that's the sort of chick I could get into by the look." He grins, glancing back to Alistair. "But that ain't me. So I guess i ain't all that good, but good enough I suppose. Ain't got no holes in me after all." He smirks lightly.

That chick gives her dance partner a tiny nod, her grin widening as she is lifted. Trustingly, she lifts her arms up, throwing her head back, the movement arching her body in his arms. Less dancing and more of something entirely else, but her heart is bursting with the joy of her day, and it shows on her face, and in the flashes of feelings that are open to sense, ...The little skirt flares and spins, and at that height, reveals the black silk french knickers.

"So, still breathing, and not suffering" Alistair nods, "So in other words fine" he smiles, lifts his drink for a moment as if to toast, and takes a sip from his drink. "Miss Maya has a lot more to her than just looks, and -" he blinks, turning to the bar now. "And interesting underwear."

Mikjel is grinning and laughing, using Maya's motion to lift her to about chest height, before setting her down lightly, facing him. He looks her in the eyes, his own creased in a smile, then closing in a quick wink as he moves against her, still following the rhythm as he dips again. As he rises, he holds her close, hands loose on her hips as he catches her eyes again with his own.

"Man.." Zero's not shy about getting a good eyeful. "Oh, I bet she's a lot of fun." He takes a swig from his bottle, then the hand moves over to nudge Alistair's shoulder firmly. "I've known a crazy girl or two. They're always wild to be around. She might be classy too.. you know, into the dinner sort of thing and all that jazz, but when you're with a crazy girl you don't just do that.. you gotta be creative. Hell, some of 'em like it more when you do crazy stuff with 'em. Can only eat out so many times, you know? Ain't every day you go.." He motions lightly with his bottle, taking a moment to come up with an idea. "I dunno, ride through a richie neighborhood and paint bomb some cars.. or something like that."

Maya is laughing, her face alight, her expression speaking of the emotions she feels, the jubilation and joy of the moment obvious. Her hands move to rest on Mikjel's shoulders as he dips, her hips moving with his hands, her haze meeting his, hazel eyes wide. She returns the wink, adding a broad grin, before she runs hands down his arms, then lifting her arms in the air, a deliberate twist in his hands. Dancing, she may not be good at, but laughing teasing, she can do well enough, and trusting... she does that, letting herself fall backwards, trusting to him to catch her.

Looks like Brady's a little late to the party, and he can't blame all of it on the iron-knappers at the door. A little lighter than when first stepping in, he moseys himself between the tables and towards the bar. A cigarette is extracted and lit up, now that he doesn't have to fight the wind outside for it.

"Something crazy?" Alistair looks towards Zero, brows hiking up a little. One might see the gears turning a little. "Hmmm " he smiles and nods, "If it works then I will have to buy you a drink Sir, if it doesn't, i guess I will buy you one for the advice anyway" he replies. "I'm sure Miss Maya would dance with you if you asked nicely, she is pretty friendly."

Mikjel rests his hands on Maya's hips for a moment, giving her a gentle squeeze. As he feels her weight shift back toward him, he steps out of the way, one arm remaining behind her to catch her, the other slipping around to link with it as he steps, still in time with the beat, in front of her. He gives her a wide smile and a happy laugh as he holds her that way for a moment, arched back, his arms around her waist.

Zero smirks at Alistair and shrugs. "Hey.. that's on short notice.. and I'd have to get to knwo what kinda crazy she is before I know what to do with her. Well, besides the obvious anyway. I ain't really the sort to cut in on a guy though. Usually ends bad and don't always get you good graces with the girl." He lifts his bottle for another swig, glancing towards Brady as he is noticed. A quick once over before he leans back over to Alistair a bit. "But yeah.. got my eye on that one. And that one." He tips his bottle towards another dancing woman. Young, pretty, but not traditionally so. "Mostly what I'm doing now.. scoping things out. Gotta scope things out to do the most damage."

As the DJ changes the music, Maya returns up into his arms, laughing, the exuberance of their dance adding warmth to the grin on her face. She tiptoes, needing only to do so a little to press a kiss against his cheek, rewarding him with a smile. She moves her mouth to his ear, speaking just above the sound of the music, "Drink?" Then, she turns, holding out a hand as she turns to move towards the bar, her cheeks flushed from the exercise. Apparently directly towards Brady and Alistair.

"I said she might dance with you, not other things" Alistair clarifies politely; he smiles and nods, "Most damage, huh? I suppose I'm not used to putting things in those words" he stands up off his stool and leans in to pick up his backpack. "I must be going, though, class awaits" the glass is set down and he waves a hand at Zero, then he smiles at Maya and Mikjel, waving a hand at them as he starts on his way out.

Brady reaches the bar and uses a stool rung as a boot rail while he orders a beer. Alistair's last words, or what he thinks they are, filter over, and he turns a grin towards Alistair and the one he's advising. "Oh, she's real friendly... It's when she ain't you gotta watch out for. I bet she knows more ways to kill a man than everybody else here, put together." Just a bit of neighborly advice, of course, before he follows Zero's gaze to get his own eyefuls of Maya.

Mikjel catches Maya's hand, getting dragged across the dance floor and back to the bar. There, he recovers his drink and, grinning, out of breath and with an arm loosely around Maya's waist, takes a swig of what is now ice water with a little rye. He gives Brady and Zero both wide smiles and a raised glass in greeting as he tries to catch his breath.

"Never know what a girl does until you know," Zero notes to Alistair, waving his bottle casually. Though as Brady speaks and he notes Maya and MIk heading in their direction he glances at the man and his brows lift. "What's she do?" Rather than seem troubled by the possible danger, he seems intrigued, though he has the presence of mind to keep his voice a bit lower, just in case. He waggles his bottle at Mik when they do arrive, reserved for a moment.

"You shouldn't make a nice person sound so evil! Bye bye Mr. Brady!" Alistair says cheerfully and makes his way out, the backpack clunking with things o'goodness inside, no doubt. No, not weapons - those aren't allowed in here.

Maya doesn't object to the arm around her waist, a tiny frown appearing on her face as she puts a hand out to steady herself on the man at her side. She reaches up for the glass, giving Mikjel a questioning look as she steals his drink and takes a quick swig. She hands it back, giving him a slow blink, before following his greeting towards the two men. Brady's presence is noted, and she grins at him, lifting her eyebrows at him, before glancing at his companion. Then she turns, tilting her head back to murmur something softly to Mikjel, her hands moving to his upper arms to balance herself. "I don't feel that great." The urgency of the comment suggests an understatement.

Mikjel winces visibly at Maya's comment and sets his drink hurriedly on the bar. "Can't have you messing up Aimee's floor. Come on, best to get you outside. Cold'll sober you a little, and if worst comes to worst, there's snowbanks to cushion your sick." Gently, no longer squeezing her, he begins to escort her out of the club, giving Brady and Zero a resigned shrug and a wave.

Brady adds to the drink salutes with his bottle as it shows up, lifting the beer to all three . Mikjel gets a grin, and Maya a little larger one. "Howdy, Tails. Got yer bounce back, I see..." Then his brow quirks with Mikjel's words. "Maybe a little too much, eh?"

Zero gives Maya a grin and dips his head. "Hey there." Decidedly friendly, this pup. Though there is a bit of concern when she doesn't seem well. Not that he does anything active in response of course. She's in hand, sort of. After that he's quiet, but observant, glancing towards Brady as he lets slip the nickname.

Maya's grin is a little lopsided, and she gives Brady a little wave, almost over Mikjel's shoulder as he begins to turn her towards the fresh air, and away from Aimee's nice floors. Zero's greeting gets a giggle. Definitely a giggle and a quick look over of the man, followed by a thought directed towards Zero's mind, "Oh Mr Tight Pants!" Then Mikjel and Maya are gone, out of the door, the girl leaning into his arms.

Brady watches Maya and her supprt system wander out and takes a long swallow from his bottle. "At least she's got somebody handy in case she needs carrying." He chuckles at the general amusement of the thought and glances towards Zero. "You're not planning of just looking forever, are you? Cause most ain't."

Zero hikes his brows slightly at the errant thought. Startling. And pleasing. He smirks a little and looks towards Brady again. "Me? Nah.. just have to pick the right time, you know. I think she's my type too. She some kinda mind melter or something? That what you meant before? Never went out with one of them before." Perhaps unwisely he seems more intrigued than concerned. "Chick that could read your mind.. that'd be tough."

"Don't know about that." Brady's duster shifts with his shoulders' roll. "She's a doc for stiffs. Cuts 'em up to see what killed 'em. Course," he grins, big and wry, "sitting with dead folks all day makes her heaps of fun, I guess."

Zero's brows lift and he glances after the two that left. "Spooky.." Not that this seems to trouble him either. "Got a lot going for her, that one. Definitely going to have to give her a try." He grins, lifting his bottle for a sip. As it lowers, he wonders, "Tails? Cause of the hair?"

Brady nods and his grin grows further. A 'firing' gesture is made to Zero with his thumb and trigger finger. "Bull's-eye. Coud've used 'Doc,' but first thing I saw was the tails. Fits her way better, I think."

Zero grins, seeming quite pleased with himself. "She's got a lot going, that's for sure. Not just the hair either." He lifts his bottle, giving it an eyeballing before he glances at Brady. "I guess you don't got eyes on her then? Don't figure you'd be dropping info if you did. Or not the right info anyway."

"Oh, I ain't blind," Brady's girn curls to a smirk, "but I ain't all that greedy, neither. Besides, she's friendly. Does what she wants with whoever she wants. Doubt many could lasso her for permanent, and I ain't gonan try." He shrugs again and swallows down more brew.

Zero chuckles and shakes his head a bit at that. "Ain't saying I'm looking to marry her or nothing," he protests lightly. "Never really thought about it." He shrugs. "Never know, I guess, but moms always said I'd know it when I see it. So I figure might as well see as much as I can." He shakes his head, tossing the thought aside. "But I've run into enough jealous boyfriends to keep an eye out, you know? Just lucky none got a chance to cut on me."

Brady tips his bottle to him with a laugh. "Don't know 'till you try, so try all you can. Jealous ones are always to watch out for. Run into a few, myself, time to time. Don't think I've seen you around. You just wander in, or was I just not looking the right way?"

"Just another drifter, man," Zero replies to Brady, a self deprecating grin offered up. "New, still getting the lay of the land.. and the ladies. Been a little while, so I guess maybe I got some focus if you know what I mean." He seems confident enough with Brady that he does. "You can call me Zero.. or just Zee." His free left hand offered for an awkward shake.

Erica walks into the club all bundled up in her long coat to keep out the cold outside. She flashes a smile to the doorman as she unbuttons the coat. Finally taking off the coat to reveal her red dress she checks the coat in before making her way over to the bar. Smiling at the bartender in a familiar manner she orders a drink and climbs up onto the barstool before setting her purse on the bar.

"Interesting name." Brady admits and takes the brief handshake. "Brady. Blindin' Billy Brady. How'd you wind up Zero? Not your scorecared, I hope." His smirk flashes again, then switches back to smile when the devil in the red dress saunters over. "Howdy, Erica. Out for some fun, again?" He bends is brim to her with the free hand while his baby blues lower to make sure she and her dress are all lined up and filled out proper. The friendly neighborhood clothing inspector, he is.

"Got a knack for making things go boom," Zero offers to Brady. A pause as he notes Erica's approach. And a few moments more as he considers the dress. Not exactly discreet, but with an honestly appreciative eye. "Uhh.. yeah." He glances at Brady, catching back up to his prior thought. "Rigged a cycle once. Placed the charge wrong, it cracked the nuke pack. Ground Zero's the full moniker, but I like just Zero." He shrugs and grins, the innocent sort that works well with his youthful features.

Erica shakes her head and giggles a little bit as she nods her head at Brady. "I thought you were supposed to treat me with a bit of respect not ogle me?" She smiles again at the bartender as she receives her mixed drink. She stirs the raspberry vodka and soda with the straw making the ice cubes swirl around before taking a sip with her pink painted lips. She swivels her chair around a little to take a look at the dance floor and also to listen in on your discussion.

Brady quirks a brow. "Trust me, I'm respecting you. Wouldn't be eyeballing if you weren't a looker." And he's grinning wide again. "Compliments are respectful, ain't they?" He belatedly winces at Zero's explanation, likewise distracted, no matter how much fun exploding things are to talk about. "Ouch. Guess I can figure that one out, now. Nice name."

Zero casually waves off the wince. "It was alright.. we weren't even near the thing when it went off. No harm, no foul.. sort of." He then considers Erica and wonders, "You always dress up coming here? Place ain't exactly a dive, but I dunno if its that classy." 'That' noted with a light tip of his near empty bottle towards her. "Not that I don't appreciated it."

Erica shakes her head again but she has a wry little grin on her lips. "I guess they can be kind of ok." Turning her head to Zero she considers him for a moment before taking a sip of her drink. "What you expect me to dance in my fatigues? This is the best dance club in town. Unless you like the metal music they have at Nut and Bolt, but I can't dance to that in these heels." She shrugs her shoulders and starts tapping on the bar as the music changes to a song she likes.

"You can dress up as fancy as you want, Erica." Brady notes. "Don't bother me one bit. Speaking of dancing, don't you owe me one?" To Zero, he adds, "I don't think any places is classy enough for her. Not until she shows up, anyhow."

Zero grins and glances around. "It is classy, I'll give ya that, but I bet there are classier joints in the richie burg." His eyes drop to Erica again and his shoulders give a shrug. "Nothing wrong with fatigues, so long as you can move in 'em. What kinda dancing you do?" Brady's comment garners a grin tossed over and a fresh pull off the bottle.

Erica laughs at Brady's compliment. "Sure I owe you a dance. Would you like me to go over what you owe me there Brady? Cause I sure could use another dress." She turns to Zero and shakes her head. "Nope this is pretty much the best place around, and I do all sorts of dancing. And there are a hell of lot nicer looking girls then me around here. I'm the bottom of the barrel. I know that cause I'm ignored as soon as another girl walks in." She shrugs her shoulders and takes long drink of her cocktail.

Brady echoes her laugh. "Don't get yer ...well, whatever you got on under there, in a bunch," he motions to her dress with the bottle before setting it down, "cause I'll get your that dress. I've got those other toys you wanted, too. Wouldn't mind collecting on the dance, first, though." He shoots her a wink and tips his head towards the other man. "Then Zero, here, can stop gawking and try for a twirl, too."

Zero glances towards Brady and smirks. "Lay of the land, man. Never hurts to scope the situation. You learn patience playing with what I have." He then grins at Erica. "Ain't danced in a while neither, so I ain't too quick to make a fool of myself just yet. But this place ain't too bad for getting the feel back."

Erica looks towards Brady and give him a wink. "You aren't wearing the proper attire for our dance if I remember correctly." Her lips curl into a wide grin before she finishes off her drink. "But I guess I'll give you a little whirl. Just don't get fresh with me on the dance floor now." She climbs down off her stool and starts heading to the dance floor already swaying to the music.

"I'll try," Brady straightens and pushes off the bar to follow her, and enjoy the view, "but it's gonna be hard. How twirled you want to be?" A little chuckle with a large grin.

Erica reaches the dance floor and turns around and rolls her eyes at Brady. "

Zero smirks faintly, head tilted slightly as he watches as well. More her than him, but he considers the other man too. Lay of the land. "Don't twist nothing," he sends after them, his empty put on the bar beside him, a thump on the top calling attention to it. A few more creds will change hands for a fresh one.

Erica reaches the dance floor and turns around and rolls her eyes at Brady. "It is hard to believe that anyone finds you charming silly boy." She says as she starts moving her body to the beat. She is light on her feet as she glides around the floor, twirling when the mood hits her. She grabs Brady's hand as he reaches the floor and she starts moving with him to the fast beat.

Brady wasn't lying when he told her past he was better at dancing horizontal. Honest. Of course, he's not all that bad with his boots on. No professional contest winner, but he can grab hold of a girl and move about without crushing toes. Her poke makes his laugh again. "Now you're hurting my feelings. I happen to know lots of folks that like me right fine. Didn't have to make a wager for the dance, Freckles, it just seemed more fun just then."

Zero is holding the bar up casually as he watches Brady and Erica hit the floor. His fresh bottle held lightly as he considers them both more generally now. Though once they're there, he lets his attention drift a bit. Considering the place, the patrons and generally being observant.

Erica leans in as she moves and gives Brady a quick peck on the cheek. "Oh I'm not hurting your feelings. You are one of those macho types." She starts moving faster as the beat picks up. Still light on her feet she turns around so her back is to Brady and starts rolling her generous hips to the music. She looks over her shoulder at Brady and smiles at him around her hair as it flails about.

Elsewhere in a booth bordering the club's wall Tirzah is debating with a fellow. "I know they are out their combing the place for such things because I was sent out there to intervene and get one. And it was no easy task. Both sides are out their looking for that which would turn the tide. investing time or resources neither can afford to waste under these conditions. It stands to reason they are quite certain the artifacts are out there." Is her final retort as she decides she desires no further discussion on the matter and rises from the booth. Fuming lightly she approaches the bar for a drink. "White russian, tall."

"That got showed up by a girl in a pretty little dress." Brady isn't hurt, of course. Maybe a few bruises to the ego , but he seems totake them in decent stride. He doesn't really bounce, roll, or any of the other movements that look much better on the ladies, anyhow. More a two-step, with some juice added to meet the pace.

Zero is largely ignorant of TIrzah's presence until, of course, she comes to the bar. The shirt catches his eye and he glances towards her, lingering for the usual once over for a new face. His bottle coming up for a passing swig of the modest brew within. Something seems to tickle him as a 'mona lisa' smile comes to him, though he goes unsaid as his gaze shifts towards the dancefloor again.

Erica keeps dancing around Brady as he does his two-step. She twirls around him on her toes quickly and gracefully more to show off then anything else. Arriving back to face him just as the music ends she smiles widely at Brady even as she catches her breath. "Well I think I'll take a drink to cool down and then maybe we can dance again now that it is getting later." She giggles happily and gets up on her tiptoes to give Brady another quick peck on the cheek before heading to the bar and her waiting drink.

Her drink is quickly delivered and Tirzah cools down with a good long swallow. Her gaze does catch the man raising his glass but as their is no dialogue to follow she must assume it just a friendly gesture. She simply returns it before turning to look about and see who has come in as she was attending to other things.

Brady doesn't mind Erica showing off, and likes it much better than her showing (him) up. There's a least once appreciative member to her audience. "A drink sounds good to me, and I'll take you up on the other, too." The peck fuels his grin, and then he's following her back to the bar. Ladies first is the gentlemanly thing to do.

"So what'd you do?" Zero glances at Tirzah, the question asked casually. Matching the light return of his attention. "Moms used to say that's the first question you should ask girls you run into. Cause it tells you a lot about 'em." Not yet aware of the two returning from their brief dance.

Erica reaches the bar quickly and grabs her drink she takes a long sip of it before setting it back on the bar and giving a little gasp. The little woman then goes to the task of climbing up on the bar stool. Finally getting her seat she spins around in it and giggles to herself before motioning to the bartender. "Give me another raspberry vodka and soda, and I'll take a lemon drop too as a shot though." She looks over her shoulder at Brady. "You want a lemon drop too?" She spots Tirzah easily as she looks over and she gives her a quick smile and little wave. "Hiya Tirzah." She squeaks out before turning back to the bartender.

Tirzah pauses, her glance sliding from her now half empty drink to the fellow asking the question to consider him for a moment. "I'm a warlock, guide, potion maker, blacksmith, and treasure hunter. Just starting up the last one again anew. Had to take a break to get myself up to the big leagues." She offers freely, her gaze lingering on the fellow for his reaction as she seems to relax and help herself to a stool. "Heya Erica, hows you?" She calls back to the girl, being polite.

"Another beer for me." Brady orders and answers Erica's question, both. Tirzah is spotted, with the help of Erica's greeting and Tirzah answering it. "Howdy, Red." He bends his bring to her and winks to Zero with some friendly advice. "Watch yourself, Zero. She's a whole heap of ornery. This place grows them or draws them, seems like."

"Big leagues, huh? Sounds impressive." Which Zero says without a trace of sarcasm in his laid back tone. He looks past to Erica and grins. "Done already? Didn't figure you'd both be back that quick." Brady's caution provokes a casual grin and he replies, "YOu say that like it should turn me away. You know what I do. I'm used to volatile."

"Oh I'm great. Thanks for asking." Erica says to Tirzah as she gives her a nod. Turning back to the bar she claps her hands together happily as she is brought her cocktail as well as her shooter. Picking up the shot glass she raises it to Brady. "What are you talking about I'm not ornery. I'm sweet as honey." She flashes him a wry grin before downing her fruity shot. Smiling warmly she puts the shot glass on the bar and grabs her cocktail. "Mmm tastes like candy."

Looks can kill from Tirzah, but as a tribute to her restraint and forgiveness She merely glares at Brady for a moment before downing the rest of her drink to dismiss the remark. Pushing her glass back across the bar for another she shrugs at Zero's sarcasm. "Its not, its just talk until you are a part of it in some manner. Just another story from another girl. Only involvement gives it substance."

Brady could burst Erica's bubble that he was referring to Tirzah, but, well, she's orenery, too. "Yeah. Ornery honey." She gets a wink, and Tirzah receives a grin that spreads wide enough to shield him from her glare. Then there's Zero, who isn't really least, even if he's last. "That's why I was sharing. Figured you'd like to hear it. And we're just taking a breather, since I wore her out, already."

"I suppose you're right," Zero replies to Tirzah. "Never really done the big leagues myself. Sounds too high pressure and I get that enough with my tinkering. Nerves can only get so tight and steady before they snap, after all." He tips his bottle towards Brady and adds, "It is good to know before dipping fingers in," he admits, then the bottle goes up for a swallow.

Erica stirs the ice cubes around in her cocktail before taking another drink. She catches Tirzah's glare and her face grimaces before she turns away and shakes her head at Brady. "You welch on your bets with her as well Brady?" Erica asks with a sly grin before leaning back on her bar stool and tapping along with the musical beat on the bar.

Brady is forgotten once more as Tirzah claims her newly full drink to drain a good third off the bat. Regarding Zero with idle curiosity she nods slightly. "Yeah I know a few tinkerers, good people to have in your pocket if they can deliver. If they cant they become a real pain real fast. What do you tinker with?"

Brady? Ignored? Well, that's better than fricaseed. He snatches up his bottle and turns to Erica while he gulps. "Nah. Our deals are always on the up and up. I don't welch bets, Erica. Just ain't found the right dress yet." He knows he still owes her that. "Maybe you just need to come with me. Try some on. Probably make it easier."

"Whatever blows up and makes large holes in things," Zero returns casually. "Steady hand, nerves of steel." He extends his left hand and, to his credit, there is no pronounced twitch in his fingers, slender and agile. "Not one to be in a pocket, though. That don't sound like a comfortable place to be. I suppose I have a knock for weapons in general too. THe ones that shoot, anyway. A pity the fun ones are too big for me." He grins.

Erica shakes her head slowly. "See Brady I still need to see you in drag. That was the bet after all. I see you here fairly frequently and your always wearing mens clothes. When you going to be a man?" Her grin grows even wider as she gives him another wink. "I guess I can go and pick out a dress for you and for me if you really want." She giggles to herself and takes a long sip from her cocktail.

Tirzah smirks and nods in agreement. "Oh, probably have some things that would fascinate you. Bit of a combustibles expert myself." She gets out before she is forced to turn and regard Brady and Erica with a good deal of shock. "You want to see him in a dress?? I'd rather see him in nothing at all and that's saying something.."

"Like I said. Ornery." She didn't have to share that with everyone, but Brady isn't surprised that she did. "I also said I don't welch, and I mean it. Got my reputation to keep, you know." He's not sure exactly where drag and reneging compare to each other on factors of reputation, but... He turns to Tirzah, and his grin kicks back in. "Bet's a bet, and I lost. If you want a show all your own, I figure we can work something out."

Zero arches a brow, glancing towards Brady then Trizah at her note. he smirks faintly and murmurs, "I'm always open to seeing some new boom," he replies, though casually before adding in tone perhaps not soft enough, "Some weird chicks around here." Lifting his bottle to take a swig.

Erica laughs and turns around to face Tirzah. "Hey a bet is a bet. He is the one that proposed it not me. He most have some secret desires or something." She giggles again as she gives Brady's cheek a quick pat. She finishes off her latest cocktail and waves at the bartender for another one.

Tirzah just shakes her head slowly, downing the other two thirds of her drink to push back the empty glass for another. "Maybe he suggested in the idea that no sane person would want that reward. I would have insisted on something material over something my opponent suggests as blackmailable."

Brady manages a chuckle. "Well, I weren't planning on losing, and it was a fair bet, otherwise." He grins anew to Erica and looks over her and dress again. "Maybe we'll have to wager again, sometime." Now Tirzah gets a similar look and a quirked brow. "Didn't think you were the gambling sort, Red." He just nods to Zero, and isn't going to disgree on that. In fact, he pretty much said that already."

Zero nods his head towards Brady. "Guy wouldn't make a bet like that unless he thought he was pulling a sucker into a sure thing," he agrees. "Dunno if I'd go through with it, though. Between going back on a bet and prancing about in a dress." He pauses, looking towards Erica. "You did define terms on where he has to wear it, right?"

Erica looks sideways at Brady for a moment. "You going to lose to me again? Jeez." She shakes her head as she turns to Tirzah. "I don't want to make the poor boy any poorer. Otherwise he'll be on the street." She looks up at Zero and shrugs. "Really it didn't matter much he said he would buy me a dress either way. Just the loser had to dance in a dress, and he sure as hell isn't wearing anything made for me."

Tirzah smirks mischievously. "I'm not really.. If I'm placing a wager you can rest assured I'll be taking the winnings one way or another. So its not really gambling if victory is assured is it?" She asks, her fiery eyes flickering at Brady before she leans back to take up her next drink. She shakes her head at Erica. "Better not be poor already, gave him seventy grand just the other day.."

"I ain't poor," Brady smirks and tips his head towards Erica, "but she was good at taking my credits. And I like how you gamble, Red. A sure thing is the best kind." That brings him to Zero, and he nods to the other man with a new grin. "It was dancing with her with me in a dress, or her out of hers. Seemed like a pretty sure thing when it was made. She's just damned lucky, and a good shot, too."

Erica's eyes dart to Brady quickly. "Oh really? I'll have to see if I can take some of that from him." She flashes Brady a quick grin as she grabs the new mixed drink the bartender brings her. Turning back to Tirzah she smiles and raises her glass to the other woman. "Thanks for the tip." Giggling softly to herself she swivels in her chair before taking a sip of her drink.

"You didn't say he had to buy you something sized for you," Zero points out with a tip of his bottle and a casual grin at Erica. Brady gets a wry smirk. "I see how you play it, man." He considers Tirzah then and notes, "Pretty confident. Or maybe you just take sure things," he comments to her. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Me, I don't gamble much. At least, not with people."

"I ain't poor," Brady smirks and tips his head towards Erica, "but she was good at taking my credits. And I like how you gamble, Red. A sure thing is the best kind." That brings him to Zero, and he nods to the other man with a new grin. "It was dancing with her with me in a dress, or her out of hers. Seemed like a pretty sure thing when it was made. She's just damned lucky, and a good shot, too."

"You didn't say he had to buy you something sized for you," Zero points out with a tip of his bottle and a casual grin at Erica. Brady gets a wry smirk. "I see how you play it, man." He considers Tirzah then and notes, "Pretty confident. Or maybe you just take sure things," he comments to her. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Me, I don't gamble much. At least, not with people."

Erica's eyes dart to Brady quickly. "Oh really? I'll have to see if I can take some of that from him." She flashes Brady a quick grin as she grabs the new mixed drink the bartender brings her. Turning back to Tirzah she smiles and raises her glass to the other woman. "Thanks for the tip." Giggling softly to herself she swivels in her chair before taking a sip of her drink. Looking at zero she raises and eyebrow. "And what size is he going to buy a dress for me?"

Tirzah says, "Mostly the latter, but some would say more of the former than is healthy. Too which I point out that I am very much still here." Is Tirzah's reply before she downs the rest of her third drink and rises to consider the others. "I think I could go for a dance. How about you Erica?" She invites with a tempting smile."

Brady still has another smirk for Erica. "How you planning on swindling me, this time, and what are you wagering?" Then he stops at Tirzah's comment, starts to offer, and is beat to the line. "Thought you said you didn't like folks in dresses, Red?" A mild taunt before he tends to his beer again, looking to Zero with a chuckle. "Maybe we should reload our drinks for this."

Zero shrugs his shoulders idly and says, "Ain't my say, just pointing out how you didn't really lay much down straight on the bet. Lots of wiggle room." He then grins at Tirzah and replies, "Luck swings around. Keeps going one way, maybe means when it rolls back around it'll roll hard. Or maybe not." He tips his bottle back and straightens. "Best be getting along. Gotta move my truck before someone decides its scrap," he notes to Brady. The bottle settled casually on the bar before he starts to move away from it.

Erica turns to Brady and gives him a sly grin. "Oh just out shoot you again Brady." Giving Zero a little wave she quickly turns to Tirzah and squeaks and nods her head eagerly. "Yah that will be fun." She downs a bit more of her drink and hops down off her stool. Setting her purse on the barstool she returns Tirzah's smile although not managing to look nearly as tempting. She heads out on to the dance floor already swaying and moving to the music.

Starting to glide Tirzah pushes herself out onto the floor with a good single thrust before dragging her foot to slow to a stop and wait for Erica as she slowly starts to sway to the beat. "You seem to be doing much better today. Hope I wasn't too horridly frigid before. You're nice and all, but my side is taken and even if it wasn't nice isn't enough to tame me."

"This ought to be a nice show..." Brady orders himself up a reload and leans back against the bar to be an audience. The last of his brew is nursed until the fresh one arrives.

Quietly like a gentle wind, Sage enters the establishment before going through the customary check near the entrance. Once unencumbered by things that she doesn't need once inside, she lets her gaze wander over the place before deciding to approach the bar first.

A warm smile curls Erica's lips as she reaches the dnace floor and starts dancing. Graceful on her feet she glides around to the slow beat. She shrugs her shoulders as she turns her smile to Tirzah. "I'm doing better today. I got to dance which I always enjoy. I do think you were reading a bit much into my actions, but no harm done." She twirls around on her toes as the beat picks up a bit.

Tirzah nods, reaching out with a strong arm to touch Erica's shoulder gently as she glides about the girl. "Could have, Sebastien suggested you were impressionable, and you seemed to fit the bill. Just played it by ear, not really having the freedom to bring it boldly to a point as soon as I noticed it. But since that is water under the bridge you do seem like a resourceful girl. I'd like to consider working with you in the future if you like a fair bit of risk for good pay. You seem like you could be a good friend." She relates, her expression calm and friendly between turns and sways to the beat herself.

Not one to go with the standard drinks, Sage slips a recipe the bartender with a faint smile on her lips. She nods faintly to the response she gets, before wandering along the bar until she finds a good spot to overlook the dance floor or any performers that might have the stage today. She spares a glance around the rest of the area, before she begins to drink in the atmosphere with her eyes.

Erica keeps moving with Tirzah as they chat above the music. "I think Sebastien doesn't quite know me as well as he thinks he does, but oh well. Like you said water under the bridge. Sure I do pretty good work, and I have more skills then a glance at me would suggest. As long as the work isn't well wicked I guess, but I'm sure you weren't suggesting anything of the sort." She pauses for a moment as she spins around and gives herself a little giggle. "I would like to have a friend. All I know right now is a bunch of boys, and they are nice and all. But they all are a bit suggestive."

Tirzah grins widely and nods in firm agreement. "Sebastien doesn't know any women as well as he thinks he does. But even a fool can be right by fluke once in a while. And most, no all, men are fools. Just part of who they are. So easy to tell what they are thinking with and for. The work wont be wicked, I'm aiming at artifact acquisition. Some items of power are being sought by the Coalition and I'd very much like to intercede on their claims to steward them." She explains with a calm smile as her glide slows to a halt with the end of the song.

Listening to the music, Sage falls into quiet comtemplation of the dance floor before a particular thing draws her attention. A faint curl comes to her lips, but she's momentarily distracted by the arrival of her drink and the brief exchange thereafter. She takes a sip from her drink before she slips off her stool. She begins to wander towards the dance floor, getting the angle to regain her view of what had grabbed her attention. She pauses where she is once she's sure, and lets her mind reach out to a redhead on the dance floor. << Causing trouble as usual? >> She muses softly into the other woman's mind.

Erica stops with you as the song ends, her heels clicking to a stop on the dance floor. "It would be very nice to have a friend who isn't a man fascinated with his guns and blowing things up. It would be great to be your friend. I can definitely help with your job. I can scout for you or if you want I can be a little louder. All depends on the situation I guess. I'm fairly versatile I sort of am a bounty hunter by trade, but I like to branch out." She offers Tirzah a shrug and a warm smile.

Tirzah nods to Erica with her warm smile before Sage's presence in her thoughts draws her gaze to her partner. Without hesitation she poshes off immediately to glide to Sage and reaches to embrace her tightly. "It is one of the few things I do well, as you well know. And you? Finally letting yourself out of that garden to have some actual public fun?" She asks Sage with a tempting glint in her eye.

Without knowing what the two had been talking about, Sage has no idea if she's interrupting anything important. Yet, it becomes a moot point as her partner comes over to join her. She sips from her glass once before setting it down as Tirzah arrives. She returns the embrace, before looking over the other woman's shoulder to see who was left on the dance floor. "Perhaps..." She replies with a small smile on her lips as she turns her attention back to Tirzah. "If I'm not interrupting something important that is..." Her tone mildly teasing.

Erica tilts her head curiously as she watches Tirzah embrace the other woman. She shrugs her shoulders and her painted lips curl back into a smile as another song starts. She starts dancing to the faster song almost bouncing along to the beat. Her heels slow her down so she quickly unstraps them and ties them together. Hanging her shoes around her neck she starts bouncing around on the dance floor to the fast pop beat.

"That's ..." a voice speaks from ten feet away. "that is a sight of which I will never tire." Sebastien stands with arms folded across his chest, feet just less than shoulder width apart, a smirk covering his features. "It warms the heart. Improves the circulation! A common folk remedy, I hear."

Releasing Sage, Tirzah leans over to the bar to order another tall white russian. "Not at all, song had finished and this ones too fast for my affinity. Besides, you are what's important my dear." Is her reply as she turns back to regard Sage fondly. Keeping Erica in sight peripherally enough to catch Sebastien's entrance. Which merits a more direct look of curious interest.

Releasing Sage, Tirzah leans over to the bar to order another tall white russian. "Not at all, song had finished and this ones too fast for my affinity. Besides, you are what's important my dear." Is her reply as she turns back to regard Sage fondly. Keeping Erica in sight peripherally enough until Sebastien's entrance. Which merits a more direct look of curious interest. "A remedy for what?"

"Likely mine as well... unless you want to become a dance floor hazard together." Sage comments with bemusement, as she reaches out to reclaim her drink after the embrace is ended. Any warm look directed at Tirzah gets interrupted by the male voice that comes from nearby. Her gaze shifting to settle on Sebastien. "He might not know..." She comments softly with a hint of teasing.

Erica's long hair is waving back and forth as she moves her head up and down. She keeps bouncing around to the pop music, and smiling like crazy. Oblivious to everything but the song she keeps dancing away, making her shoes bounce around her neck. As the song ends she pants for breath and wipes a little sweat from her brow. Giggling happily to herself she pads back to the bar on bare feet. Nodding to Tirzah and her friend as well as Sebastien, she climbs back up on her barstool and takes a long drink from her cocktail before trying to fix her now wild hair.

Sebastien snaps his fingers, walking around to eye the pair there as he circles towards the dance floor. "I'm not sure I exactly remember, mademoiselle. Some grave, life-threatening affliction to which I have I think never fallen victim. Impotence, was it?" He winks, and bows slightly. "A heady cure that kick-starts even a healthy man, je pense." He frowns, staring into space for a long moment, his white scar splitting the gesture so that the sides of his lips don't quite line up. "Come to think of it..." and he heel-toes, walking off to follow Erica. "You have a head start on me!" he declares, peering at her drink. "How many?"

Tirzah smirks shaking her head at him before he wanders over to Erica. "Well if you come here I'll give you a permanent affliction so you can be the expert." She offers with a devilish smile but he is off to tempt another lady. As the song switrches again to something slower she turns back to Sage. "This is more us, shall we?"

Sage can't help but roll her eyes a little as the man speaks about a particular affliction. Her attention drifting briefly to the woman that had been with Tirzah on the dance floor previously. "Hey..." She greets softly, but loud enough to carry over the music. Some curiousity resides in her gaze, as she goes to sip from her drink. The departure of Sebastien towards the other woman seems likely to delay the introductions for the time being as she looks back to her partner. She pauses to listen to the music, taking one more sip. "It does seem better than listening about one man's... organ." She comments, smiling faintly. Setting the drink off to the side, she extends her hand to her partner for the trek to the dance floor.

Erica gathers her hair up and settles the unruly mass down before turning to look at Sebastien. "Oh I've had four now, but I think I might be leaving soon. You should have gotten here earlier. I've been dancing up a storm." She giggles a bit at that last part as she stirs her drink mixing it up. She looks up at Sage and offers her a warm smile and a little wave. "Hiya. I'm Erica. It is nice to meet a friend of Tirzah's" She manages to call out over the music as the other women walk away.

"Four ... four ..." Sebastien frowns at that drink, wondering, "Four big ones? Like that?" He eyes Erica suspiciously, planting hands on the bar. "Four smallish ones, maybe?" He eyes the drink again, leaning forward to sniff at it, then back at Erica, brow furrowed. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls a credit stick free to wave at a bartender. "One bottle Sandburry's Raspberry vodka, and one bottle of soda water." He flashes a grin at Erica, brows wiggling expressively, and as the pair arrive at great expense to his poor credit stick Sebastien upturns that red bottle. Chug. Chug. Chug. Chug. It's impressive, really, in a frat boy kinda way. He slams that one back on the counter a little too hard, a little bit of red liquid still swirling in the bottom as he upends the soda water, holding his free hand up in a 'one minute' sort of way as he gets through half of that. Gasping for air, he makes a face and wonders, "So ah, where are ..." he pauses then, loosing an impressive raspberry belch from deep in the gut, "Wheew. Tasty. Where are we headed then?" He grins at Erica, apparently none the worse for wear. Yet. "And ah, mademoiselle, do they have bathrooms there?" He grins at her apologetically.

Erica raises an eyebrow as you order the bottle and then her mouth drops open as you start guzzling her favorite vodka. She shakes her head slightly is disbelief as you chug the whole bottle. "You think I'm going to take care of you when your sick all over? I mean what was that for?" She closes her mouth and eyes you for a moment.

Sebastien just licks his lips and lets out a slow breath, shrugging. "I'm all caught up. It was the gentlemanly thing to do. A man should never take advantage of a woman more intoxicated than himself!" He takes two steps away, towards the dance floor, and cartwheels before bouncing on the balls of his feet, before reaching towards Erica from afar. "Come on. You were leaving. I will give you a ride."

Erica laughs as she watches you cartwheel away. She puts her heels on the bar and climbs down from her stool. Standing straight for a moment she takes a deep breath then jumps high up and turns a complete backflip and lands standing straight. Giggling to herself she raises her hands up above her head after sticking the landing. "See your not so special."

"I am going to ignore this challenge," Sebastien replies softly, "for now. It would not be fair. To you, I mean." He winks, stepping once in to reach to her unprotected side for a quick flit of the fingers, tickling mischievously. With a grin he adds, "I train this way with forty pounds of equipment on. Sometimes a rocket pack." He winks at that, and tries the quick slip of an arm around Erica's shoulders to direct her out.

Erica squeals as you tickle her and she jumps away from you. She turns to glare at you as she hugs her sides to protect herself from your tickling fingers. "Yah yah always better aren't you?" She sticks her tongue out at you playfully.

"Until proven otherwise," Sebastien concedes with a nod. He leans forward to snap his teeth at that tongue, and grins. "Fine. You and I have unfinished business, mademoiselle," he declares, and folds his arms before him, smirking as he turns. After two steps away he pauses, his silver-haired head turning just enough that she can see his undamaged profile. "Next we meet we're burying this hatchet," he decides, dropping his chin with a grin. His eye flashes at her, and he strides away, off towards the dance floor.

Erica squeaks as you snap your teeth at her tongue and she quickly pulls it back in. "I am not sure what hatchet you are thinking of burying and where, but you are much too sure of yourself." She giggles as she grabs her heels from the bar and starts strapping them onto her feet. She turns to watch you start dancing for a moment before heading out to get her coat and then to leave.