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?"