Abbey Randelle: you are of course, on the guest list sir. *she smiles with perfect politeness*

Abbey Randelle: *she looks around at the idiots. there were aolt of t hem. however.. another glance over mercury's overall confirmation. yes. likely this was true. she inclines her head* yes, that would be lovely, thank you mercury.

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: "Cool! I'll get raging drunk and give a toast!" Sly grin. "Nah, not really. I gave up the booze."

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He offers his hand, palm up, to lead her to the dance floor. He elbows a couple of people sharply to give them a small pocket to start with.

Abbey Randelle: oh dear. *she murmers at the raging drunk and oasting bit, hand sliding into his.. juuuust slightly colder than it likely should be were she entirely alive and proper*

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He tests the musical waters.

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: d10: dancing: 5,6,10,3,2,2,

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: His body moves with a surprising grace for all those muscles, though he hasn't quite found the rhythm to his liking yet.

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex ath aptitude: 2,4,2,10,2,5,3,1,

Abbey Randelle: d10: : 3,

Abbey Randelle: *abbey's in about the same boat, lean muscles of her frame moving well, but well..its not a very good song now is it?*

Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow raises as the song says something altogether innappropriate.*

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: "Not very good music." He rolls his eyes at the DJ booth and then slips around to the other side of Abbey as some half-drunk yahoo gets too close.

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head, talking was nearly impossible now that the dj had gotten into his swing, she gives a polite smile as Mercury gets between her and the yahoo, murmering* Thank you. I am capable of managing myself, however sir. *she tries to get a feel for the next song as it fades in*

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex ath aptitude: 10,8,3,4,2,4,10,3,

Abbey Randelle: d10: tens: 4,1,

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: Yeah, he totally missed what she said, but he's enjoying dancing as a bodyguard, kind of fun.

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: d10: dancing away: 8,6,7,9,9,10,

Abbey Randelle: *and they are, likely..the best dancers, in the club.. at this moment.. *

Sasha: She steps inside the club, having paid the cover charge, and moves straight toward the dance floor. The girl is already perspiring...likely, this is not the first club she's been to tonight, just the latest.

This is what youth looks like when it's been tossed into a blender and set to "puree." Dressed in a black T-Shirt with "Goddess" printed across it in purple lettering, a pair of blue jeans, and an newish pair of shoes, the young woman looks very much like a child of the Modern Age, worn down by life. She can't be much older then the mid-20's, and her black hair, shoulder-length and straight, frames a youthful face that projects a simultaneous world-weary cynicism and innocent flirtatiousness. Her make-up is just a hint toward overdone, with a vague impression toward being fairy-like. Her eyeliner is a bit heavy, circling blue eyes with a haze in them.

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: There is it, the groove, the burn, and now the entire club can see why he's actually successful as an exotic dancer despite his frightening aura. His hips move to the beat with the thrusting of a salsa dancer, his torso circling in an opposite manner, one large hand pressing on his abdomen to emphasize the rippling muscles as he moves with a raw primal lust.

Sasha: ((Sorry, that was the old Sasha color.))

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey moves like liquid, body sliding though the air with the grace and poise of an assassin's blade, slender body radiating purity and perfection, so teasingly untouchable in perfect contrast to Mercury's raw animal heat*

Sasha: d10: Dance, Dance, Dance!: 8,3,8,6,7,8,

Abbey Randelle: (its like a movie.. we're all proffesional broadway dancers)

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He is the yang to her yin, or is that the yin to her yang? Either way, they are fire and ice, and people don't know whether to stare at the Odd Couple or at the hot young girl who just hit the floor like a freight train.

Sasha: She slides into the crowd, hitting the rhythm, body starting to undulate to the beat. The girl has hit a groove tonight, and she writhes and twists in near-perfect rhythm, her body staying consistantly close to one body or another. She's pure rave-sex fairy as she slides her way through the crowd, wild abandon thrown into her motions, making it perhaps not QUITE perfect, but still well-timed.

Sasha: (("Who would've guessed that everyone in school was a professional dancer?" --Not Another Teen Movie))

Abbey Randelle: *between the trio of them they've people that have all but stopped dancing entirely, a slight flush of pleasure blossoming faintly rosy in the delicate albino's cheeks, her wispy white hair in something of a mess about her triangular face, grey eyes flick up to mercury, a smile tilting her lips*

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He runs his hands up and through his hair, fanning it out so that it falls like a sheet of liquid obsidian down his back, heightening his exotic, erotic look. He moves as a predator on the hunt, but is his dance partner prey or another predator?

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He smiles a conspiratorial smile back to Abbey, words unimportant, even useless. There is only primal energy.

Abbey Randelle: *the porcelion creature should well be familiar with this dance. it was something of a reality of life living with ingvar, she taps into her emotions, letting fear radiate off her in a wave as she dances counterpoint to Mercury, a white rabbit to his predator vibe*

Sasha: Whereas Mercury and Abbey are complementing each other brilliantly, Sasha's a lone figure...there is no one else on the dance floor, to her...just warm bodies. She brushes her, touches there...mostly, though, she's focused on the sensations inside her own body, twisting and moving ethereally, more then a little seductively, to the beat. The beat is all that matters...it helps her lose herself. Forget the rest...focus on the now.

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He follows Abbey's lead, dance-stalking her, but always pulling back before he actually touches the epitome of feminism, and if they were on stage they would be making bundles of money in tips alone.

Abbey Randelle: *she quirks an eyebrow as the music slows to something more mellow, the dj just having realized that ..well.. there were almost only 3 people dancing... everyone else staring..abbey's white hair wisping about her face as she slows*

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He slows his own pace, rather disappointed. He points to a table, then the bar, and shrugs, leaving it up to Abbey.

Abbey Randelle: *she inclines her head. slow..after that? no. the girl slips silently through the croowd*

Sasha: She doesn't quite consciously register that the music's slowed until it's full-swing into the next song...her body did, altering it's pace, but her mind was somewhere ENTIRELY different. She frowns a little bit, and starts to make her way off the floor. Mellow was not the mood this one was after.

Sasha: ((Naah, I just let it have sex with me in very uncomfortable places...that keeps it pacified. You know, like the back of a Volvo.))

Abbey Randelle: (*laughs. ass off*)

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He sees Abbey to where she might get seated and comfortable. "I need to take off, before Rei panics." ((I need to focus on the pack scene going on, can't keep up now! *LOL* But thank you SO much for the scene!))

Abbey Randelle: of course sir. *she tilts her head* a pleasure seeing you again.

Sasha: She watches Mercury head off, sighing a little, and uncaps her water, downing some. A glance goes Abbey's way, frowning a little...where the hell did she know her from?

Mercury [upscale nightclub]: He grins and winks, can't help it, and then he's gliding through the crowd out the door.

Abbey Randelle: *a raise of an eyebrow as the man wnks at her, a slight shake of her head as she touches her wrist. mm. sleeve darts still there. her eyes scan the crowd again. but where..was piotr? *

Abbey Randelle: d10: : 5,2,3,1,

Abbey Randelle: *and she's promptly blinded by a misdirected strobelight, frowing mildly to herself as she retreives small red spectacles from her purse*

Sasha: ((Sorry...I stole all the successes up there!))

Sasha: She blinks as Abbey gets blinded, and grins a little, shaking her head. Watch where you're looking. She looks around the club, for something to do for the night...a little curl of her lip, though, as there's nothing that seems to suit her interest.

Abbey Randelle: *with a slight sigh, she rises, sliding gracefully though the crowd to the bar. she required water*

Abbey Randelle: *a polite inclination of her head to the bartender, water paid for without a need for change. she uncaps the bottle and wipes the top with a dainty hankercheif, before taking a sip*

Sasha: She watches Abbey coming her way...hmm, maybe she'll figure out where she knows the pale chick from. An upward nod of her head to Abbey as she approaches, taking a swallow of water.

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes catch sasha's nod. and then narrow. the albino gives a polite smile.cold. should the trollop make one comment. just one...* good evening *its murmered*

Sasha: "Hey." She grins to Abbey, pulling a cigarette and lighting up. She keeps her eyes on the woman...her pale skin is noted, surely. But it's apparently not enough of a clue to get past the haze brought on by enhanced serotonin levels. "S'up?"

Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow raised. she regards the girl and turns her eyes back to the dance floor, murmering politely* Not a good deal. yourself? Miss?

Sasha: "Just out on the hunt...y'know?" She follows Abbey's gaze to the floor, looking the selection over...pretty dim. "One o' those nights."

Abbey Randelle: I see. the hunt for what, may i ask? *its all said quietly. coldly*

Sasha: "Whatever I find," she says with a chuckle. Her hand comes up to run through her hair, getting it out of her sweat-glistened forehead...the contact with her own flesh causes her to shut her eyes for a moment, sighing deeply, before she opens them again and leans back in her stool. "What about you?"

Abbey Randelle: I hunt for nothing miss. *a sip of water, dainty and polite. least of all your company. she sips again, quietly* I Take it you don't recall meeting me.

Sasha: "You look familiar," she admits. "Sorry, can't place where. Should I?"

Abbey Randelle: *she quirks an eyebrow* Perhaps not. i seem to recall you implying some rather unflattering things while with a large german gentleman.

Sasha: d10: Int+Alertness: 7,3,7,7,2,

Sasha: She thinks...oh, shit. Recognition comes into her eyes, and she grins a bit...whether at the memory or because someone just brushed against her on their way to the bar, hard to tell. "Ahh, fuck. That's right...the carnival. With fuckin' Gunther."

Abbey Randelle: Indeed. *she murmers, hands clapsed in front of her*

Sasha: "Yeah...I don't hang around him so much anymore." She says it with a casual shrug. "Been a long time since that."

Abbey Randelle: Indeed. *seems she has a one word vocabulary. is it cold in here? a sip of water. hands clasped again. the music picks back up and she murmers* excuse me. I wish to dance. good evening. *and sasha's been dismissed, pale creature leaving her drink and moving to the dance floor*

Sasha: A blink, and she shrugs to Abbey. She was sick of this place already. Not enough attractive guys, too many stuck-up bitches. "Later." She turns to make her way to the door.

Abbey Randelle: d10: dex ath: 10,8,9,8,1,6,4,6,

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey on the other hand, is only sick of sasha, its clear once she gets on the dancefloor, slipping to a higher vantage point and moving perfectly again to the music. trampy cretins, dity masses, piotr following her, evil incarna sigils, all forgotten as she lets her body move, troubles ignored for a time*