Sep 18 01:56:20 106 PA - Casual chat at the Alibi
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.
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Early hours of the morning, and Maya is curled up in one of the bench seats, nursing a purple drink and some deep thoughts. Her gaze rests on the dance floor, watching it blankly, her own clothes designed for clubbing, her hair pulled back into bunches and her make up heavy on the goth side of things. Anyone watching would see a dancer break away, be rebuffed with a broad grin and a shake of her head, the words too low to be heard over the music. Still, the crowd is dancing, and the mood in general is good and friendly.
Flare slips into the Alibi and glances around. The crimson-haired elf in leather corset and pants that matches her hair, takes in the room a moment before moving more into the place. She seems to be examining the room, and the stage for a moment as if checking for something.
Maya is focused on her drink for a moment before it runs out, a final slurp of purple juice, and she moves out of the bench seat, towards the bar. Her attention is not with the path she takes and as she passes, she nudges against Flare, having moved to avoid a flailing dancer. She stops, turning with that broad grin, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to catch you there..."
The first thing noticable about Flare is that her skin is warm to the touch and moreso than just from physical exertion or something. She smiles, "It is alright." she says softly, "I was just checking out the stage going to be auditioning soon, changing jobs and my bo...friend wants me to apply here."
"Are you a singer?" The cheerful question is asked as Maya focuses properly on the woman in front of her, ignoring the dancers around them. She lifts her empty drink, "I'm going to the bar, want one?" With that, she turns, heading to the bar, leaning on it with a grin and a wiggle of her fingers to attract the bar staff. Over her shoulder, she looks to see if the other woman is following her.
Flare smiles, "dancer," she says as she follows after maya, "Worked over at the Ivory Lady." she shakes her head, "My friend wants me to apply to be a firedancer preformer, given some of my talents."
Maya gains her usual drink, making her glance at Flare a question and offering the staff member credits to cover both. "Isn't that the whore house?" Maya's question is blunt, but her grin and cheerfulness isn't dented, making it obvious that she isn't meaning offense. "What do you do?" She turns her back to the bar, hopping up to perch on it, all the barstools taken.
Flare shakes her head, "no, strip club, Sally Ann's is the whore house." she says soflty and then shakes her head a bit and gets a flaming dr. pepper or something similar. She looks at her, "I am going to try to be a firedancer, something I won't have to take my clothes off for. I am a burster."
Maya's grin widens slightly, and she shakes her head. "Sorry, one of my friends was trying to persuade me to go watch some girl's act there and I assumed, ...guess it does make an ass out of you." She takes a slurp of the drink, tilting her head back for a moment, the heat in the club uncomfortable tonight. "You've spoken to the club's owners?" She asks, genuine interest in the topic showing in the woman's warm grin.
Flare cocks her head to the side, "my riend has, and what friend would this be that would want to take you to the strip club?" she asks curiously as she gets her flaming drink and starts to drink it, flames and all, which seem not to bother her.
Maya watches for a moment, fascinated, before she replies, "Sebastien. Just a friend, nothing like that." She grins again, shaking her head, amused, "He has a serious thing going with some girl." Another slurp and she turns her head to watch the dance floor for a moment. "They have a couple of nights where people showcase here..."
Flare nods, "That is what my friend wants me to do." she says and then looks at her, "Sebastien." she shakes her head, "Might have been me he wanted you to come see." she says softly.
Maya returns her attention to the other woman, a slight narrowing of her eyes as she suggests it might have been her. "I forget the name, but it could be, if you knew him and danced there." She shrugs lightly, dismissing the man easily, "Do you like to dance?"
Flare smiles, "my name is Flare." she says softly and then shakes her head, "Sort of, not really, but need some sort of steady employment. Being a mercenary doesn't always pay well."
"Never tried it, I'm not terribly suited to that type of thing." Maya takes another slurp of her drink, one foot tapping to the beat of the music. "I'm Maya. I'm a doctor of sorts." The vagueness is spoken with a shadow crossing her face before the grin returns.
Flare nods and smiles, "A pleasure." she says and offers her hand to the other woman. The elf smiles a bit, "Doctor eh? Always good to know one of those." she seems a friendly sort and in a relatively good mood, rather than being morose like she used to be only a week or two ago.
Maya takes the hand, shaking it with hers, firm and brief, before resting them on the edge of the bar. "Not my type. Generally, I work with the dead people, so if you are mine, it isn't good news for you." A dry note of humour before she slides from the bar, one foot tapping away, a restlessness entering her movements.
Flare nods, "well it doesn't happen often, if I go I go, but people often underestimate me." she smiles and shakes her head a bit, "I should start wearing armor though." She looks at her for a moment, "Problem?" she asks noticing the restlessness.
Maya shakes her head quickly, refocusing the grin on the other woman. "No problem, just tempted to dance. I had a bad day, trying to shake it off." The quick explanation is finished as Maya turns to take her drink back up. "Sometimes you just want to lose yourself."
Flare nods, "I do that, of course things catch on fire when I do that." she shakes her head a bit, "Wanna dance?" she asks as she looks at her.
"Things catch on fire?" Maya is distracted for a moment before she shakes her head, returning to the topic. "I do. I'll be back..." She leaves her drink, turning towards the dance floor, just as a heavy beat starts and Maya loses herself, literally jumping to the beat, her hands lifted above her head. The little skirt flares with each jump, and the bunches match it's movements.
Flare shakes her head and smiles, "I lose control I burst into flames." she comes back and watches Maya go and then finishes off her drink and follows Maya to the dancefloor.
Maya is lost in the music, utterly oblivious to her surroundings. The heavy boots she wears define a space for her to move in, crushing any resistance beneath them, along with the toes of those who come too close.
Flare smiles and starts to dance close by Maya and watches her with a smile, mostly trying to be polite as she watches and moves to the music.
Maya's focus stays with the music until it changes, turning into a slower, more romantic song and she stops abruptly, pulling a face as she turns back to the bar. "Not the right mood!" She explains quickly, laughing as she steps around another dancer.
Flare smiles and follows along, "Well take it that you want the fast stuff, but not feeling frisky?" she asks and then shakes her head a bit.
Maya settles on one of the bar stools that just was vacated. "Oh I could go for some sex but romance? Not so much my thing." She draws up a leg to retie a lace that escapes her, flashing the tops of the long socks she wears. "I'm not really a romantic type..."
Flare cocks her head to the side, "Ah, well can't say much there, wasn't really able to have sex until recently." she flushes as she realizes she just admitted to that.
Maya's interest is piqued and she settles down, dropping the foot to watch the other woman. "So.... now you have to tell me all the details." A cheerful grin and she wiggles fingers, ordering a repeat of their round again.
Flare chuckles a bit and then shrugs, "I don't have the best control over the flames sometimes, though my control has improved drastically recently. My first serious boyfriend, we were making out and might have went all the way, but I lost control and my emotions caused me to burst into flames and set my boyfriend on fire." she shakes her head a bit, "So until I could learn to control it, couldn't get close to anyone. Then a friend made me a device that protects anyone around me from fire and heat, and opened the door."
Maya listens with interest, a glint of scientific interest showing in the woman's eyes. "That is so ..." A hesitation before she finishes the sentence. "Coooool. Would you come up to my lab, let me look you over? I'm writing a database, to see if I can document what species and what biological differences..." She trails off.
Flare cocks her head to the side a little and then smiles, "Alright, I think I could do that." she says softly as she looks at her, a bit intrigued.
"The theory is that if we understand them, we can treat people better, make sure we can fix their medical problems." Maya's expression changes, letting the scientist peek out from good natured party girl, as she speaks using her hands, the grin vanishes and her face ernest.
Flare nods, "That makes quite a bit of sense, especially that it varies from what I grew up with." she shakes her head a bit and smiles.
Maya nods, seriousness in her face. "There was a being, it all started with him. I didn't understand his physiology when he was bought in and it limited the ability to help..." She stops abruptly, flushing slightly before shaking her head. "I'm ranting."
Flare nods and smiles, "it is alright, I understand and am all for helping." she says softly and takes a bit of her drink.
Maya nods, abandoning her drink once more, a thought striking her. "I ...come up to the hospital, ask for me, ... I have to run. I just realised...if I examine..." The thought left unfinished, she hops from the stool, vanishing towards teh door almost at a run.
