Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: Eli makes his
way to the entrance of the club, flashing ID and the cover charge before sliding
through the doors with his usual hungry grin.
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: He worms his way
through the dancers straight for the bar, leaning forward with a wink to the
bartender "Martini, love. Start a tab"
Lydia Malandra: Strolls into the club,
every bit as mysterious and glamorous as she is on television.
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: Eli receives his
martini and tells the tender "Let the big man know Eli's here. I want to talk to
him before I head out." He tips his glass at the tender and pulls out a few
bills as a tip, sliding it across the counter to the man. With a sip he spins
around leaning back against the bar and eyeing the other club goers.
Lydia Malandra: She pays the cover and
pauses to sign a few autographs, patting the cheeks of the true believers. Faith
blossoming around her like honey suckles. She'll have enough soon. And then....
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: Eli fidgets
around looking a bit ancy.. possibly bored. He downs the drink and sets it on
the counter before working his way back to the dance floor to shake his groove
thing for a bit while he waits.
Lydia Malandra: A gesture, like a pagan
blessing, a kiss on someone's forehead and then she's past the groupies and
heading for the bar.
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: Moving to the
rythm he makes quick movements about the crowd, pretty eyes flicking from person
to person.. in a way shopping for the one that looks juuuuust right.
Lydia Malandra: "Molokai cocktail,
please," she requests of the bartender, before taking a seat, and looking the
place over.
Lydia Malandra:
6,10,9,7,6,
Collin Anderson:
After a call from the bartender and several
moments, he comes out from his office, heading straight for the bar.
Collin Anderson:
Ah, now who’s this sharp-dressed man? Standing at
just a hair under six feet and physically fit, the man in front of you looks the
part of power in his perfectly pressed power suit and tie. If pressed to
estimate his age, you might guess late 30’s, perhaps? His hair, a short honey
blonde, is combed perfectly into place, and a pair of light, wire-rimmed glasses
shield his keen, rich brown eyes, which look astutely around the area. His face
is perfectly clean of facial hair, and despite his average face, he seems to cut
an impressive figure from force of personality alone.
Lydia Malandra: She has no trouble picking
Eli from the crowd, the man absolutely glitters.
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: With a tiny
disappointed pout, Eli dances from one side of the floor back to the other. Oh
well.. He makes his way back toward the bar for drink number two when he sees
Lydia atop a stool. He advances with his usual strut "You made it. Killer."
Lydia Malandra: Amber eyes play lazily
over the man approaching the bar.
Lydia Malandra: Smiles as Eli approaches.
"Indeed I did."
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: He motions to
Lydia and leans forward against the bar, trying to get the tender's attention
"Put this lovely lady's drinks on my tab.. And another martini, please."
Lydia Malandra: "Why sank you, Eli. You
are most generous." A gentle pat of his cheek, if he allows it.
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: Eli flicks his
gaze down the bar, expecting to see Cori and Damien but instead noticing the
approaching Collin. He stands back up to his full height with a grin to Lydia.
"Excuse me, love.. I'll be back." He grasps his martini and walks over to
Collin.
Elijah Phillips [Vertigo]: ((eli.. allowing
a woman to touch him.. never! lol. of course he allows it.))
Lydia Malandra: Her eyes trail Eli as he
approaches the handsome looking devil in the business suit.
Collin Anderson:
He comes up, eyes passing briefly over Lydia
before they travel back to Eli. A wide smile and warm chuckle, as he comes up.
"Good evening, Elijah." The hand comes out for a shake. "How are you?"