Andrea Angotti : Andy stalks lazily into the club, paying her cover at the door before moving to the bar. She's dressed simply in a pair of snug blue jeans, her combat boots and a simple top that ties at the neck and again at her lower back, leaving her strong arms and artfully inked back bare to the eye. It also, upon occasion, flashes the full curving sides of her breasts.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He pays the cover charge and stalks his way into the Limelight Club. The man has a hard, primal sort of expression out on his face, dark green eyes scanning the place as he pays the cover and walks in.

Andrea Angotti : She pauses at the bar and leans one hip against it, tongue flicking over her lips as she ponders the choices. "Rum and coke."

Marcel Giovann: Marcel too is stalking through the club, the pale looking goth has raven black hair that is short and sylish. Obvious money spent on both his fashionable clothes. Designer lables that also help to show off his money. There is a ruby tear drop ear ring dangling from his lobe. His silk shirt is a dark shade of red, and shows unbottoned to reveal his smooth muscular chest. The pants are black leather, and almost look tailor made for him with how they hug his body.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: he looks around, scowling just a little bit...none of the regulars he knows are here. A slight harumph as he lights a cigarette, the cherry sparking red in the club light, as he makes his way along toward a waitress.

Andrea Angotti : Retrieving her glass she pushes away from the bar and heads towards the day beds, hips swaying as she walks - hard to do in combat boots...

Marcel Giovanni: The sway gets his attention, then the attention stays on her with a wicked little smile as he moves towards Andrea. Maybe its the boots, or the back but something has his attention on the woman.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He orders a scotch from the waitress, Chivas Regal, aged 18 years, and points toward the table near the daybeds where he'll be. A good vantage point where he can watch the door and the floor. He prowls through the crowd as the waitress moves off, seeming very much the hunter moving among the sheep as he slips toward the table.

Andrea Angotti : d10: per alert: 3,5,2,

Andrea Angotti : She's oblivious as she settles on one of the beds, laying back with a sigh, her feet on the floor, the glass balanced on her rock hard abs, eyes closing.

Marcel Giovanni: He steps up near the day bed, taking seat along the edge of it. Just watching her since she has her eyes closed. A little lick to his lips, almost seeming hungry or something.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 6,7,9,6,7,7,

Andrea Angotti : She feels the dip of the bed and her eyes open, tracking slowly towards Marcel's face.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The man sees all, eyes flicking around the crowd. He glances over to the day bed, watching the man staring down at the reclining woman. He watches for a moment, brow quirking curiously.

Marcel Giovanni: He looks back to her with a little grin. "Good evening." he says to her with a little nod of his head. A rather obvious Italian accent coloring his voice.

Andrea Angotti : "Ciao," she says slowly as she sits up, her eyes never leaving his face. "What can I do for you Signore Giovanni?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Garou Lore: 10,5,9,2,6,7,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Oh. His attention hits the duo a little more fully, leaning over in his chair to watch the duo a little closer. The cigarette burns in his hand as he observes Marcel and Andrea.

Marcel Giovanni: He can't help but smiles more at what she says. "Oh, all types of things." he says to her while he studies her. "You are a very astute girl."

Andrea Angotti : "Si," she agrees, nodding slightly. She takes a sip of her rum and coke and moves to stand. "All the men in your familia have a look about them."

Marcel Giovanni: "You don't say?" he asks while he watches her.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He takes the drink the waitress brings him, not bothering to look up at her. A ten dollar bill his handed to her, change waved away as he tracks the goings-on not too far away with an intense look in his eyes and face.

Andrea Angotti : She frowns and takes another sip of her drink, standing, eyeing him warily. "Yeah. I do say. What do you want?"

Marcel Giovanni: "To talk." he says plainly as he stands up as well, the expression taking on more of a serious note.

Andrea Angotti : "About," she asks, voice lowering as her tongue flicks nervously over her lips.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stubs the cigarette out and lights another one, pulling it away from his lips long enough to take a drink off of his scotch.

Marcel Giovanni: He leans a little closer. "You Andrea." he says with with a knowing smile touching his lips.

Andrea Angotti : "Jesus Christ," she whispers, taking a quick step back, muscles tensing beautifully. "Angelo sent you!"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He rises from his seat as she skitters away, frowning a little bit. He picks up his drink in his right hand, eyes locked on the situation.

Marcel Giovanni: "He is curious what became of you." he says to her. "Though I don't have to tell him I found you." he says with that wicked little grin.

Andrea Angotti : Her tongue flicks over her lips and she slowly sets down the glass on the table to her right. "Of course you don't, Signore Giovanni...But what do you want in return for not telling that pig where I am, hm?"

Alexander Donovan: ((*sticks a toe in, expecting the error Demon to bite it off*))

Marcel Giovanni: "That should not be discussed here." he says while watching her.

Andrea Angotti: "Oh, what...You think I'm gonna leave with you," she asks, body sliding into a balanced ready stance, her biceps beginning to thicken with the first flush of adrenaline.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Empathy: 7,1,8,7,2,6,3,

Marcel Giovanni: "If you don't want me to make a phone call." he says while turning to leave towards the more private parts of the club. Towards the Dungeon.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sorry, to clarify...directed at Andy, not Marcel.))

Andrea Angotti: Her lips peel back from her teeth and she moves off after him, jaw clenched.

Kaitlyn Kelly: The weather wouldn't keep her away. She was on the prowl. And this definitely wasn't her first time here either. Having left her coat off at the check area, she moves around the place as if almost seeking out prey. Kaitlyn displays an inner beauty in the graceful way that she moves, even when she isn't dancing. Physically fit, she is rather tall at 5'10", quite lithe and definitely built like a dancer in all the right places. The dark-haired, dark skinned exotic beauty tends to wear her long wavy dark auburn hair loose, which falls to her waist, when she is not dancing, but swept up elegantly whenever she is in competition. She wears very little makeup, just a hint of black eyeliner to bring out her big brown eyes. Tonight she was dressed in a black-pinstripped suit, with a very colorful Mardi Gras looking type of tie hair swept up gracefully under a black fedora. ((http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=65))

Mercury: He has the limo driver pull up outside the club, comfortable in the back of the black stretch.

Marcel Giovanni -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (Pretty obviously calm, collect, and pleased)

Alexander Donovan: Lounging out with Mercury, his jacket off and laying tossed in a corner. Once they arrive, he snaps the leash in place.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He growls a little and starts following behind, keeping a distance, but not so much that he can't get close quickly if needed.

Damien Thiereaoux: *yawning softly as he wanders inside, long leather jacket, leather pants laced up the sides, black vinyl skintight vest like shirt zipped up the front with creepy (type o) green here and there on it, he raises the shades over to on top of his head and looks about the place lazily*

antonio pavlatos: He so looks like he wishes to be somewhere else, but in the dimness of the limo, and with his head slightly down, it isn't easy to notice.

Andrea Angotti: She stares at the back of Signore Giovanni's head, imagining her hand punching a hole right through it...

Mercury: The chauffeur opens the door for them, and he bounces out. "Pull around and wait. We'll be a few hours."

Kaitlyn Kelly: First a drink at the bar to get warmed up. An Absolute Royal Fuck first is ordered as she shimmies up next to the bar. As she waits she takes a look around at those here and perhaps any potential dance partners. She figures the prospects will be slim and it'll be another night of dancing alone. Not that it mattered that much to her.

Alexander Donovan: Since they get dropped out by the door, Alex braves the cold with his tight t-shirt, pulling Tony along with.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Dex+Stealth (WP): 8,8,4,8,

Marcel Giovanni: He just stops near the stairs down and just grins a little about something as he looks to Andrea. And then he heads down into the Dungeon.

antonio pavlatos: He keeps his coat pulled tightly around himself, and right behind Alex, not having a lot of choice in the matter as the leash is truly short tonight.

Andrea Angotti: She shakes her head slightly, the look in her eyes murderous as she follows him down.

Mercury: He walks through, not caring who opens the door first, looking around.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 10,6,9,7,8,8,

Mercury: d10: p/a: 7,6,4,10,5,2,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: That right there is as sneaky as the man gets as he prowls along through the club, using other people as cover, following his prey. Whichever it is.

LIMELIGHT DUNGEON

Andrea Angotti: "One misstep," she says softly. "And I will kill you."

Marcel Giovanni: He moves off towards one of the shadowed alcoves with a day bed and takes a seat. Looking over towards where the entrance is. Waiting to see if Andrea follows him down or not.

Marcel Giovanni: "Oh, you can try." he says with a little smile.

Andrea Angotti: "Oh, I can do more then try. And if I don't I know three men who will." She settles near the doorway, staring at him, her arms folding. "Now talk. What do you want in return for not telling Angelo where I am?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He slips quietly into the hallways, staying close but keeping to the shadows. His ears are definitely perked, the hunter in him paying close attention to the duo.

Marcel Giovanni: "I've seen your vids." he says with a happy little smile. "So as long as you keep me entertained when I am in town. You spend a little time with me. Thats a good start... for now."

Andrea Angotti: She bites her lips at that, stiffling laughter. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph. You want me to fuck you?"

Marcel Giovanni: "I didn't say that. I'm sure we'll think of all types of things for you to do to entertain me."

Andrea Angotti: "I think you push me too hard and you wind up in a ditch somewhere with a whole in your head," she says, letting her arms fall to her sides.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He frowns in the shadows near the alcove, hand dipping inside his trench coat, just in case. Kin forced to do...entertaining, whatever the kind this fuck meant, wasn't something he thought he liked the sound of.

Marcel Giovanni: "I wouldn't push you too far." he says with a happy litlte smile.

Andrea Angotti: She snorts. "What? You want me to fuck your thoroughbred," she asks, voice tight. "Maybe let your Rot mount me so you and your buddies can wack off?"

Marcel Giovanni: "My my, the ideas you have dancing in that head of yours." he says while watching her. "There is so much more, but I'm not about to get into that here and now." he says to her.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Eyes narrow. Fuck that shit. A thumb draws back the hammer inside the trench...but still waiting. He wants to see how this plays out first.

Andrea Angotti: "If you think, I will let you do to me what Angelo did to me...If you think I will put myself through that humiliation again just to stop him from coming here...You're wrong. He won't get anywhere near Nadia...And if he tries he'll get torn to shreds...You tell him, that fucking with me, is a big goddamned mistake. I'm the queen bitch around here...He got nothin."

Marcel Giovanni: That does seem to suprise him, the head tilting to the side. "I see you've been busy then." and he slides off the daybed. "Don't forget who owned you first. Angelo was crude and foolish, not all of us are. I can see now what drew him to you." he says with a wicked smile on his lips.

Andrea Angotti: She smirks, watching him, body tensing. "Ain't nobody own me. I see you again, Signore Giovanni and you're dead."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: No. No one 'owns' anyone here. He withdraws his gun, focusing on his gifts, asking Luna for protection.

Marcel Giovanni: He seems to watch her, his expression a mixture of curiousity and suprise. "So this is how you want it then?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Lunas Armor (WP): 5,3,6,

Andrea Angotti: "I'll tell you what I want...I want you to get the fuck out of the city before I bring the whole fucking Familia down on your goddamned head."

Marcel Giovanni: An eyebrow comes up at that and then his eyes narrow slightly. Seeming to be thinking on this sudden turn about. "I think your bluffing."

Andrea Angotti: "Try me," she says softly, tongue flicking over her lips. "I've got a Giardini warming my bed...You want me to have him let the Don know he's got competition moving in?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Just say the word, woman...just say the fucking word. Say you aren't bluffing. He waits there, ready to spring out at a moment's notice. Its a darkened area...he should be able to get away with it, so he does one more thing. Shifting his body up, taking Glabro. Always good for intimidation purposes. ((Rage spent to do so))

Marcel Giovanni: "I see." he says as his demeanor changes slightly. Marcel nods to her slightly as he stands watching her for a long moment. Finally he smiles a touch. "I should kick Angelo's ass for letting you get away."

Andrea Angotti: "You should kick his ass anyway. He's a fucking waste of skin."

Marcel Giovanni: "I just might." he says casually as he straightens the cuff's of his shirt.

Andrea Angotti: "I suggest you leave New York...I'll have people watching for," she says softly, watching him but not quite meeting his eyes.

Andrea Angotti: d10: manip: 7,4,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The gun is slipped into his trench coat pocket. "Andrea?" He comes out of the shadows just a little, hulking there, still shadowed by the darkness a bit. "Wondering where you went off to...go off to the bathroom for one second, and you're gone. Hard for me to protect you that way..." He knows how to play the bodyguard...it's his old job. He looks from Andy to Marcel, watching him closely, most of the bestial features hopefully hidden under the trench and the darkness. "Who's this?"

Marcel Giovanni: He still looks her over slightly. "I still say your bluffing, but for now I have at least confirmed that you are indeed in New York." and he starts to head for the stairs up again.

Andrea Angotti: "Signore Giovanni," she says, eyes slightly wide, her back tensing as the man sneaks up on her. "He was just leaving I believe."

Andrea Angotti: She turns to watch Marcel leave, her hand slipping into her pocket to tug out her cell phone. She counts, silently to ten and then dials Craven's private number.

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel heads up the stairs with only a slight glance to Aerin on the way out.

Andrea Angotti: Andy glances up at Aerin as she sags, shaking against the wall, cell phone clutched to her ear. "Pick up...Pick up..."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks after Marcel, giving a deep grunt as he walks out. He waits until the man is well out of range before he looks back to Andrea. His hands come out of his pocket, crossing over his chest as he waits for her to finish the phone call.

Andrea Angotti: "Go get Nadia. She's with the sitter...For God's sake, Craven hurry...Get her things. Take her to the pack house. Just....Please."

Andrea Angotti: "Angelo's got Familia in town, Craven," she whispers softly, voice breaking. "He knew where to find me..."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He frowns deeply as he listens to the woman's words. This really didn't sound good. He remains there in Glabro, watching and waiting to see if Marcel is deciding to come back.

Andrea Angotti: She closes the phone slowly and leans her head briefly against the wall before straightening and glancing up at Aerin. "Thank you...Whoever you are..."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks back to Andrea and nods shortly. "Aerin. You're Craven's?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((DLP))

Andrea Angotti: "Not really." She shakes her head, funning fingers through her hair. "I'm not, officially, anyone's. Can we go upstairs? Please? I need people...LOTS of people."

Andrea Angotti: ((DLP as well!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks back to Andrea and nods shortly. "You're Craven's?"

Andrea Angotti: "Not really." She shakes her head, running fingers through her hair. "I'm not, officially, anyone's. Can we go upstairs? Please? I need people...LOTS of people."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah." He nods a little, shifting his way back down into Homid and taking up position behind her. A bodyguard position.

Andrea Angotti: She rolls her shoulders and moves up the stairs, hands clenched tightly.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: And he's right behind her, eyes scanning around in front of her as he does.

LIMELIGHT CLUB

Alexander Donovan: "Should we go get comfortable?" Alex tilts his head, indicating the daybed.

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel slips out from the dungeon, not as pleased looking as he was going down. In fact, he looks to be in a foul mood now as he starts to head for the exit.

Kaitlyn Kelly: As she touches her own body it's not so much provacative dancing as it is for the sensuality of the dance and the passion of the music and the other person she is dancing with. The Forbidden dance she had exacted to quite an art form with her own take on it.

Mercury: Alex: He nods. "Sure." Taking his drink and heading over there.

Damien Thiereaoux: might as well...*nodding, eyes still on the dancers for teh moment*

Alexander Donovan: Alex keeps an eye on tony as they make their way over to one of the daybeds. He knows tony can get wrapped up enough to miss them moving, so he stays prepared for when tony is finished.

antonio pavlatos: And he notices her moves, and works to imitate them. That is, after all, how he started to learn dancing in the first place. And he does seem to share a passion with the music and the dancing itself, transforming into another being while the music flows around them. On a stage, or a dance floor he becomes alive in a way he doesn't anywhere else.

Damien Thiereaoux: *picking up the bottle from the bar, jacket over one arm, glass of wine held in his other hand, he follows after the other two*

Mercury: He sprawls on the daybed, taking up a lot of space.

Marcel Giovanni: Marcel slips out into the night after getting outside.

Kaitlyn Kelly: Imitation is the best form of flattery and so she doesn't mind him doing this. Kait moves in a little closer and from time to time gently touches him (all professionally) as she comes behind him and shows him that way how to move just a little better. (Then again if he gets freaked out suddenly, she'll back off immediately)

Alexander Donovan: Alex lays out on the bed, one hand running over MErcury's chest, the other inviting Damien to choose his spot.

Mercury: He relaxes, not minding the touch a bit of course.

antonio pavlatos: Long, long hair moving around him like a cape as he doesn't seem to even think as he continues to attempt (and likely succeeds fairly well) the moves in the same manner, not seeming bothered by her touch except to half close his eyes for the moment as if making contact in a dream.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he lays on the other side of alex, bottle set down, glass as well, jacket moved aside out of the way*

Andrea Angotti: She stalks upstairs, her hands clenched into fists, impressively muscled arms corded and hard as rock. The tendons in her neck stand out in sharp relief beneath pale flesh as she tosses waist length hair back from her face.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He stalks along out of the dungeon right behind Andrea, moving with a fluidness, a tense state of readiness. His eyes, a dark shade of green that's unusual for him, scan the vicinity as he moves along behind her.

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 2,5,8,3,7,

Andrea Angotti: She heads for the bar, weaving her way through the dancers, her eyes glittering with anger and fear.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Color change for sanity))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 8,6,4,5,1,9,

Alexander Donovan: Alex may be lounging about, but while tony is seperated from them, he's at least paying a little attention. He picks one arm up and waves at those coming out of the dungeon.

Mercury: d10: : 8,7,7,7,5,7,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He makes his way along behind Andy, noting Antonio and Kaitlyn on the dance floor. They don't get more then a moment's notice before he looks elsewhere. They aren't threats. He follows Andy to the bar.

Mercury: He happens to be looking directly at the Dungeon when Aerin and Anddre appear. A quirk of his brow as he watches them.

Kittie: ((Pardon, is Ashton about?))

Andrea Angotti: She orders a bottle of Cuervo, sliding the money to the bartender with a sigh. "I don't need a shadow," she mutters as she pours a shot. "I'm sure you have better things to do than follow one Italian hottie around."

Damien Thiereaoux: *nuzzling alex's chest briefly before he makes himself comfortable, leaning back on one arm, he keeps watching tony*

Mercury: ((He's not in this room, but I can icq him.))

antonio pavlatos: He doesn't notice who is around, still lost completely in the dance, his chocolate eyes intent on Kaitlyn, a soft, dreamy look and smile on his face. Even as the music goes to a crescent and then begins to wind down.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She speaks quietly to Antonio in an Argentinian accent, while they dance together.

Kittie: ((Please Mercury-p. I'd appreciate it. I'll wait in OOC so as not to interupt further. Thank you!))

Mercury: ((done!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Chivas, eighteen years." He's handed a bottle, his usual amount, and takes the cap off, pouring a tall glass as he stares at Andy intently. "I beg to differ. You rather happen to need a shadow pretty severely at the moment, I would say. And, Craven's or not, you're obviously associated with him, enough for him to be on your list of people to call favors into. It sounds like you're up shit creek, and not only do you not have a paddle, the raft has capsized and you're up to your neck."

Alexander Donovan: Alex runs his hands through Damien's hair as he gets leaned against. He notes Aerin playing bodyguard and doesn't try to distract him again.

antonio pavlatos: He moves close enough to hear her, listening.

Andrea Angotti: She slams the shot and pours another, her hands shaking. "I called him to go pick up his daughter," she says, glancing up at Aerin, brow arching as she shakes back her hair. "Because if you see one Giovanni, there's at least five you don't...and if he knew where to find me then he knows where I live and where I work...and he knows where my little girl is..."

Mercury: He leans comfortably against Alex, head on his shoulder, his ebony hair streaming down as he watches Tony.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Well, then. If you're the mother of his daughter, it wouldn't do for me to leave you here when one Giovanni walked out the door, but there's maybe five more around, right?" He shrugs and lights a cigarette. "But hey, if you've got it handled...more power to you. Tell me to walk."

Andrea Angotti: She growls at Aerin and picks up her bottle. She downs the shot and drifts towards the daybeds, pretty damn sure the man will follow. "Don't be a prick. I have enough of those in my life," she mutters.

Alexander Donovan: Alex runs his hand through Mercury's hair as well then. Just relaxing at the casual touch.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She nods to him, continuing to speak quietly to him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He snorts, picking up the glass and bottle and moving with her. "Don't tell me to leave when you don't want me to. I've had enough of that in my life."

Damien Thiereaoux: *he almost murrs softly at the hands through his hair, eyes going half lidded and fighting not to outright nuzzle into it*

Andrea Angotti: She sits down with a sigh and sets the bottle and shot glass aside before sliding back into the corner, her eyes flicking in disgust to the cuddle pile of men and then away. "Jesus...He wasn't supposed to find us..>"

Mercury: He looks up at Alex and smiles, his voice just able to carry to his ear as it's close by. "What's going on with Tony? Never seen him unhappy to be here."

Mercury: ~though, of course, Tony isn't unhappy at *this* moment, dancing~

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He takes a seat across from her and sets his bottle and shot glass down. He picks up her bottle and pours her a shot. "Lots of things aren't supposed to happen, Andrea. But they do. You need to start planning how to deal with it."

Alexander Donovan: "Someone he liked fell in with someone he really doesn't. I'm still trying to get more details than that."

Andrea Angotti: She licks her lips and takes the shot, downing it quickly before swiping her hand across her mouth. "The only thing that matters is protecting my daughter. I'll do anything I have to to do that." She shrugs and lays her head back against the wall. "I gotta call Frankie and Demitri...And then I gotta head to Craven's."

Mercury: He nods. "If there's anything I can do to help, all you have to do is say."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Thank you," she murmurs back, reaching into a pocket and pulling out a business card. (On the card-for Julliard-- it has her name Kaitlyn Kelly. and a home phone number on the back). "I offer lessons at my studio. My number's on the back."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little, his gaze hard but approving. "And then what?"

Andrea Angotti: She grins then, slowly, nastily. "Then I give some people Signore Giovanni's description and we go hunting."

Alexander Donovan: "We'll have to see what way events unfold."

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing softly, he looks to tony and kaitlyn talking, then glances to alex* don' know who th'someone he liked is do ye?

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((misstell)) She slips a business card into his hand.

Alexander Donovan: Alex smirks at Damien. "You were the one in here with him when it all started."

antonio pavlatos: As the music ends, he blinks his eyes rapidly, as if someone waking up from sleep, and reaches out to take the card. "Thank you, Ma-am. I'm... Antonio Pavlatos." He licks lis lips, starting to feel the nervousness inch back now as he is no longer actually dancing.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Good start." He nods. "And the rest of them?"

Alexander Donovan: Alex slightly disentangles himself from the other two and sits up as Tony starts talking with the lady. He doesn't interupt, but is ready for when Tony is through.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Kaitlyn Kelly. Nice to meet you," she continues to move though even though there is a pause in the music. "Thank you for the dance."

Mercury: He moves aside sto Alex can move.

Andrea Angotti: "They're familia. They'll attempt to retaliate and we'll wipe them out too...Send a message." She shrugs. "If we don't they'll try and push out every other legit and not so legit business in this city."

Mercury: ((sto=so))

Damien Thiereaoux: mmm?*raising a curious brow looking up to alex now when the other man sits up*

antonio pavlatos: He spots Alexander moving towards him, and that image from the dance floor fades completely, leaving a vulnerable look in his eyes. His soft tone barely audible. Kaitlyn> "Thank you, Mistress." He steps away then, waiting for Alexander.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "So you do have a plan, then." He nods a little, pouring her another shot before taking a strong drink off his own glass. "Good. Make sure you think it through, though. You don't want to fuck this one up."

Mercury: He slides over next to Damien, finishing off his jack.

antonio pavlatos: (alter that post, I misread something, He spots Alexander watching him... then instead of waiting he moves towards the daybed they are on.

Andrea Angotti: She takes the shot, turning the glass in her hands before downing it. "There's people I have to talk to first. Ultimately the desision isn't mine. I just have to trust that the people I know will do what's right."

Andrea Angotti: ((I HATE that word! Decision? Desicion?However the heck its spelled!))

Kaitlyn Kelly: Brown eyes look a bit surprised for only a moment, but she catches the words. She watches even closer, having a bit of a guess; she certainly wasn't unfamiliar with such things. It had been a very good dance for her. As the next song begins, she pulls her hair back up under the fedora, straightens her suit and tie and once more, lets herself become lost in the music and the dream.

Alexander Donovan: Alex does get up enough to hold an arm out for Tony as he approaches, allowing a bit of rearrangement on the bed.

Mercury: ((decision))

Mercury: That is, he slides over when Alex actually gets up. Laying his head down on Damien's lap now and smirking up at him.

Damien Thiereaoux: *when merc slides over he leans in to nuzzle the neck with a quick good nip, chuckling softly, reaching to his coat for a moment before sliding a closed over something hand back towards merc, holding it to him *

antonio pavlatos: He will slip to the floor unless Alexander nudges him to get on the daybed. Whichever, he is back to being quiet again, but his mood has seemed to improve a bit. He doesn't have that air of unhappiness anymore, just still nervous acting, watching around them, and to the door.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "The decision is yours, Andrea." He watches her with an intensity in his gaze, eyes unyielding. "The choice is yours and the power to do something is yours, until you let someone else take it."

Mercury: He looks at what's been given to him.

Andrea Angotti: She smirks slightly at him and then stands. "The decision, ultimately is theirs...but they'll do exactly what I want," she says softly, confidently. "They always do."

Alexander Donovan: Alex will pull him up into the bed.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abilapt cult dance: 6,10,10,6,1,2,9,4,

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: : 1,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins a little at that. "Well, then. You have things well in hand. Good luck to you." He dips into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. "My number. If you need...anything...give me a call."

Andrea Angotti: "Grazi," she murmurs, taking it and tucking it away. "Ciao. And again, grazi, for everything." She dips her hand into her pocket and comes up with her keys, moving for the door.

Mercury: "Ohhhh, wow." He grins, reaching up to hug Damien. "That's so cool!" He sits up, putting it on.

antonio pavlatos: He simply rests his head against Alexander then, quietly, watching Kaitlyn again through his hair.

Mercury: ~it's a black leather collar, looks perfectly ordinary when on, but he has a smile to him as he feels the tiny spikes~

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks down to see what Damien just gave Merc.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: extended: 9,5,10,8,9,5,3,9,

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: : 1,

Damien Thiereaoux: *chuckling softly, he returns the hug, watching him as he puts it on* glad y'like....didn' see y'all f'valentines .....figured was you when I saw it

Mercury: "Oh, yeah." He grins, resting his head back in Damien's lap, feeling the bite of the collar as he does so. "It's perfect."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She finds something in the music deeper in as she focuses on it and dances so much better now, eyes closed and entirely engulfed as she dances her version of a private tango.

antonio pavlatos: He does glance to see what the excitement is with Mercury.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He watches Andy walk off, and shakes his head. He pours another glass of scotch and looks out to the dance floor for a moment, then back to the daybeds nearby.

Damien Thiereaoux: *chuckling again, he slides a finger sloooowly along the collar with a crooked grin*

Alexander Donovan: Alex reaches over to run a finger over Merc's new collar. "Nice."

Mercury: Alex: "Little spikes on the inside!" he enthuses.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks a little, watching the four men on the bed, and takes a drag off his cigarette.

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc/Alert: 4,5,1,3,7,10,2,

Damien Thiereaoux: yknow...as much cool lil things an toys as Ive found o'er the years.....always been tempted t'start a lil shop or somethin, yknow?*half grinning as alex joins in stroking along the collar*

antonio pavlatos: (darn 1s again! why does the dicebot love to taunt me with 10s and then 1s?) He blinks through his hair, thinking he spots Aerin by the bar.

Alexander Donovan: "Careful, stay that gleeful and I might just bite you here in front of everyone like I did Damien."

Mercury: Damien: "That's not a bad idea. And imagine the fun trying out new merchandise."

Mercury: "You know what we should do? I should hit up Rei for a serious loan, and you and I should start up a shop and..." Grins over at Alex. "You know what biting does to me, man."

Alexander Donovan: Alex smirks. "Now how would I know such things?" he says with a wink. Hes definately relaxed now that tony is back with them.

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 8,5,6,6,2,

Alexander Donovan: Alex notices Aerin is now alone and waves him over.

Mercury: He grins, then follows Alex's wave and adds his own to it at Aerin.

Alexander Donovan: Alex raises an eyebrow at Mercury joining the wave. "You've met?"

Damien Thiereaoux: *chuckling softly* temptin idea ain' it though? could be some good jobs in it f'people we know what need em too....

Kaitlyn Kelly: She finds another girl to dance with out on the floor, and given the way Kait is dressed as a male with the hat and the girl in a very nice sequined evening dress, the tango they do gets some attention by some of the dancers on the floor as they make room for them and watch.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shrugs a little bit as the group waves at him and rises, picking up glass and bottle and stalking his way over toward the daybed.

Mercury: Alex: Quirks a brow. "Yeah, he's a good friend of mine." Damien: "Isn't it though?"

Mercury: He does sit up a little so Aerin has someplace to be.

Alexander Donovan: Alex slides up to a sitting position, pulling tony over so that his head is in Alex's lap.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Mercury. Damien. Alexander...Antonio." He slides his way to the bed, giving the four a grin as he comes up, setting his drink and bottle on the side table. "Good to see you all."

Damien Thiereaoux: mmmmhmm....*moving over a bit as well so aerin can sit if he wants, smiling warmly up to the man* evenin aerin...

antonio pavlatos: He had been about to simply slide off to the floor to make room for Aerin, but gets shifted around so he curls up, legs underneath him, his head resting now is Alexander's lap. He murmurs softly to Aerin. "Evenin', Sir."

Kaitlyn Kelly: The dance comes to near the end, as she dips her partner and lets her hold there close to the dance floor as she looks down to her, then pulling her up back into her arms, not having a rose to offer, and feeling bold and passionate about the dance they shared, she kisses the woman on the lips.

Alexander Donovan: "Having an... interesting night?"

Mercury: "Yo, Aerin, 'sup? DIdn't know you knew everyone." Grins.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He takes a seat on the corner of the bed, a leg curling under him. There's a tenseness in him not normally present...not the stressed, nervous kind. More of an edge...easy, comfortable to him, but noticable. Ready to react to anything. He nods to Mercury. "It just so happens I do. Small world, I suppose." He chuckles a little bit

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "An interesting night is an excellent way to put, Alexander, yes."

antonio pavlatos: He goes back to watching Kaitlyn as well as the rest of the room, staying still and quiet, not even drinking anything.

Kaitlyn Kelly: The woman is surprised by the kiss and kises her back, with a hug and and a thank you for the dance before she heads off to the bar. That seems to have made Kait's night. The bar also looks like a good place to go and cool off for a little and take a break so she heads there, but giving the woman a moment so as not to look like she's following and making sure she picks a section of the bar that is far enough away from her.

Damien Thiereaoux: he's a worldly man he is....*chuckling softly at the talk of aerin seeming to know everyone*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Something about Damien's comment draws a sudden, deep laugh from him. He shakes his head, smirking. "Yeah, that's what they say."

antonio pavlatos: He slips the card Kaitlyn gave him from his pocket and looks at it, turning it over and recognizing that the numbers on the back look like a telephone number.

Alexander Donovan: Aerin: "Relax. Take a load off."

Mercury: He glances over at Tony. "Whazzthat?"

Kaitlyn Kelly: She orders something a little different, but obviously, she likes Absolut vodka. This time her drink is Absolut Screwed.

antonio pavlatos: He glances briefly up at Mercury, murmuring. "The lady I was dancin' with... give it to me."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Thanks, Alexander." He leans over and grabs his drink, taking a good, strong pull off of it. "It's in the plans."

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking to aerin briefly, nodding to alex's inviting him to relax, he glances to merc and tony curiously*

Mercury: He leans in over whomever in the way to look at the card. "Julliard? Damn...is she an instructor at Julliard?" He sounds pretty impressed. "Kaitlyn Kelly. That's her name."

antonio pavlatos: He looks at the card, mouthing the words Mercury spoke and trying to 'see' them in the letters on the card. "That's... that's what she said her name was. What's... Julliard?"

Ziahl: *wanders in*

Ziahl: The light caught her features just so, and for a moment, there was no denying you were in the presence of something inexplicable: the archetype Nubian queen in NY. It was ludicrous of course. Material for a B comedy with Eddy Murphy as the sidekick. Still the mahogany skin looked like mocha cream silk, and those amber eyes, golden when the light touched them at just the right angle. Maybe you just imagined it. Her nose is straight and wide, a strong feature that somehow manages to fit nicely above full, thick lips which could only have been crafted by cupid. Her cheek bones are sculpted high above a strong jaw. Nobility has replaced delicacy in her features, and something about her simply breathes of strength and passion. (pic in gallery, last page)

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 1,10,9,1,6,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Impressive," he says to Mercury. "Wonder if she taught Malcolm."

Mercury: "Julliard is a school for the performing arts. That's acting, singing, musicians, all different kinds of dancing...they accept only the best, it's very hard to get in. Of course, the way *she* moved, she is really exceptional. And she gave this to you..." He blinks over at Alex suddenly. "She gave him a card. A business card from Julliard."

Alexander Donovan: Alex gets a breif glance of someone in the crowd, but not sure who.

antonio pavlatos: (Okay, someone loaded extra 1s on that dicebot! lol)

Damien Thiereaoux: hot damn....julliard?*raising a brow*

Mercury: Aerin: "Mal---oh, Malcolm!" A sudden grin. "He was really something. Never saw him perform though. Dammit."

antonio pavlatos: He murmurs softly. "She's a teacher, she toldt me." (I can get the post but I think it shows Julliard and then a private studio)

Ziahl: (smacks around the dice bot) Smiling she strolls towards the day beds to see if any of her friends are lounging about. (where is everyone?)

Mercury: d10: p/a: 3,3,5,4,8,1,

Mercury: Not noticing Ziahl until she's right up in front of them. Grins. "Ziahl!"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He smirks to Mercury. "Believe me...the man could put on QUITE the performance."

Ziahl: "Hello Mercury." Petting his hair. "You have been well?"

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((She said she gives lessons in her studio, I believe that's how I had worded it.))

Ziahl: "Aerin." Nodding at him.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks at the card. "Probably the handwritten stuff. If she's interested in you as a student, we should probably check it out. Though we may not be able to meet the price."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She's sipping at the Absolut Screwed, watching the dance floor, her body moving a little to the beat of the music.

Damien Thiereaoux: *hearing mercury, he looks up and grins warmly to ziahl, holding an arm out towards her invitingly* hey theyah belle.....

Mercury: "Well, it's naming her studio, so it's not the school itself, but then he'd be too old to start there and...hell, even her *studio* is pretty damn amazing."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over his shoulder at Ziahl, smiling a little to her. "Ziahl. Good to see you."

Mercury: He nods to Tony. "Keep that card safe. It may come in handy. Maybe Alex will want to find out what this is about." It's Alex's decision, after all.

antonio pavlatos: (Thanks! :D) Adds softly. "She taked about givin' lessons in her studio... I thought studio mean where ya go to record songs."

Ziahl: Moves into Damien's embrace, kissing him soundly.

Alexander Donovan: Alex reaches over and runs a hand down Ziahl's arm.

antonio pavlatos: He glances up at Ziahl, giving her a brief smile before taking the card back from Mercury.

Alexander Donovan: Alex raises an eyebrow at Ziahl and Damien's kiss though.

Mercury: "There are dance studios, where people learn and practice."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Ziahl and Damien's kiss draws a raised brow, before he shakes his head a little and looks out over the dance floor briefly.

Ziahl: "Hello Tony." Giving him a sweet smile as she reaches over to return Alex's caress, letting her fingers brush his cheek lightly.

Mercury: "'Sup, Ziahl?" Giving her a lazy grin.

Ziahl: (LMAO, she's getting raised brows over a kiss when Aerin got a head job here?!)

antonio pavlatos: Murmurs very softly, hardly audible as if talking to himself. "I sure would love to... learn more from her. She's really good."

Alexander Donovan: Alex leans slightly into the caress, smiling. "Bed's getting a bit crowded. Are these bolted down, or can we drag another over here?"

Damien Thiereaoux: *getting the kiss from ziahl, his arm wraps around her and he murrs with a deep rumble returning the kiss* now thats a nice greetin t'get...*chuckling softly, swatting her rear playfully(lightly)*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Yep. Because it's a very different situation. *G*))

antonio pavlatos: (It wasn't Aerin, it was Damien, unless Aerin did too.. heard that goes around in here sometimes ;)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((No, Aerin got one, too.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: She finishes the drink and heads back to the dance floor, cooled off and ready for more dancing.

Mercury: "By the look of the card, it's her studio, not the school. But she is *really* good. She's not an exotic dancer, Tony, she's a professional dancer though."

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abilapt cult dance: 9,6,7,2,7,6,3,8,

Alexander Donovan: ((OK, I missed that one.))

Ziahl: ((It so is NOT! *L*)) Jumps a little at the smack and pokes Damien in the ribs. "I am well Mercury." Looks at Alex. "Crowded can be nice."

antonio pavlatos: Murmurs again, getting jostled about a bit as Ziahl and Damien rough house on the crowded daybed. "She dances different'n me, I'de love to learn more."

Mercury: "Crowded is perfectly nice. Welcome aboard, Ziahl." He's nestled between Damien and Alex.

Kaitlyn Kelly: And once again, the woman in the pinstripped suit, with the Mardi Gras colorful type tie, and hair up in the fedora dances her own Forbidden dance, hands moving over her body with exquisite sensuality, passion and fire. That earlier kiss must have helped inspired her.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sure it is, for several reasons. Especially in the blowjob-ee's eyes. 'cause it ain't him. *G*))

Mercury: Tony: He nods. "Her moves are not as a stripper's moves. There are many different kinds of dances. Modern, ballet, tango, tap...I couldn't even name them all."

Ziahl: Snuggles right in where ever there's room. "Who does Tony?"

Alexander Donovan: "Yeah, but as big some of us guys are, I don't think this bed will hold much more."

Alexander Donovan: Alex pulls Tony up into his lap. "You'd be great Tony."

Damien Thiereaoux: *keeping ziahl happily on top of himself with that wicked grin there still, he chuckles and raises a brow back at the ones who look at them like that* interestin combination....

Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 4,2,1,6,9,7,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He's still sitting on the corner of the bed, leaning forward slightly. Still carrying that bit of predatory edge to him. "I don't my hundred and fourty-five pound ass is bringing it much closer to the breaking point..."

Ziahl: She doesn't seem to mind being on top at all. She glances towards the dance floor and blinks. "Look at her."

Mercury: Aerin: He chuckles. "No, it probably ain't you. But if the bed creaks ominously, I'll just sit on the floor."

antonio pavlatos: "I know some of 'em, 'n some stuff I ain't sure what the... names are." A little smile then to Alex as he gets pulled up, and he doesn't resist, just curls up in his lap to make more room. Alex> "Does it cost lots... lessons like that?"

Mercury: Ziahl: "Yeah, she teaches at Julliard, and has her own dance studio, too. She liked the way Tony dances."

Ziahl: "Tony dances beautifully," flashing a bright smile Tony's way.

antonio pavlatos: He points out towards the dance floor, to Kaitlyn. "That's her... she's a teacher."

Alexander Donovan: Tony: "Yeah. Not sure we can afford it... but if she has a personal interest... Some teachers are known to find ways around the fees if they see some potential they can bring out in someone."

Mercury: Alex: "At least, it could be looked into." A soft look to him, understanding money situations. If it weren't for Rei, Merc would still be leaving in a cockroach-infested dump and eating beans and tuna fish.

Mercury: ooc> leaving=living

antonio pavlatos: He ducks his head down, hiding the expression on his face at their words.

Ziahl: "Perhaps if we all helped with the cost?" She really needs a job!

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks from person to person as they speak, the expression in the dark jade of his eyes contemplative...appraising, maybe.

Mercury: "I could definitely help. Maybe when I ask Rei for money to help me and Damien set up a shop, we could see about a little extra money. It can only help, you know, to learn a few new moves."

Ziahl: Trails her fingers through Damien's hair. "What sort of shop?"

Alexander Donovan: Alex kisses the top of Tony's head.

Damien Thiereaoux: Im tellin ye merc.....that idea......we should....could help in more ways than one....*half leaning to murmur something to him*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A slight shrug. "I may be able to help some. Micah left me a fair amount in his will, and it's not in danger of being gone any time soon."

Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 9,5,4,5,4,5,

Ziahl: (to overhear Damien's whisper, since she's laying on top of him)

antonio pavlatos: At Aerin's words, he looks at the man for a brief moment, curious or thoughtful expression in his eyes before he drops them again.

Kaitlyn Kelly: Kaitlyn just continues to dance on the floor, finding a few men and women to dance with as she makes a circuit around, from the outer fringes to the deeper parts of it.

Mercury: He nods to Damien. "I think so." Ziahl: "Toys and stuff for pleasure and intimacy." He looks to Aerin with a warm smile, though saddened. He had known Micah, too.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He gives Mercury a smile in return...all in all, he seems remarkably casual about it.

Ziahl: "I think I should like to dance with her." Glancing at Tony to see if he would mind.

Alexander Donovan: "We'll manage, somehow."

Ziahl: Merc> "That would be a fun store to work in."

antonio pavlatos: He gives Ziahl a little smile. "You should... she's great."

Mercury: Ziahl: He grins. "We're thinking about it. Take a few thousand to rent a shop, get it set up, order merchandise, advertise..."

Ziahl: She kisses Damien's nose and sliiiiides down the length of his body and off the day bed, the tugs her dress back down, none too concerned over whom she may have flashed with that little maneuver.

Mercury: He suddenly sings, off key, to the tune of the old song Fun Fun Fun, "It'll be Fun Fun Fun, til your daddy takes your dildo awayyyyyy!"

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles as Ziahl tugs her dress back down, leaning a bit into the nearest guy not in his lap. (Mercury, I think.)

Damien Thiereaoux: could prolly find some people t'even sell leatha clothin, specialty stuff too....heck..I know cori an mebbe someone else who'd prolly love makin herbal things t'help 'stimulate y'love life'*chuckling at the phrase*

Alexander Donovan: "And that could be the catchphrase for the commercial."

Ziahl: Merc> "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

antonio pavlatos: (Mercury should have been a Galliard the way he pops out in song! lol)

Mercury: Alex: "That's what I was thinking." He grins.

Mercury: ((Except his voice is horrible. *L*))

Mercury: Ziahl: "We'll see if it goes, yeah."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A smirk hits his fact at Mercury's sudden paraphrasing of the Beach Boys, and slips off the bed just long enough to pour himself another glass of scotch.

Ziahl: She saunters towards the dance floor, looking for the special woman.

Ziahl: d10: dance (wp): 10,7,9,3,4,6,10,

Mercury: He stands up. "I'm gonna go home to Rei. He doesn't like sleeping alone much. Night, everyone." ((Switching chars to someone verrrrry different from Mercury. *L*))

Ziahl: d10: : 6,4,

Damien Thiereaoux: *when aerin reaches for his drink he reaches for his own glass of wine sitting to the side, taking a few sips before half reclining with it in hand*

Ziahl -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Aerin's opinion of her dance skills might be up for re-evaluation. *L*))

Damien Thiereaoux: *half pouting up to merc as he rises to leave* latah chere.....*waving with his free hand before he looks towards ziahl heading to the dance floor*

antonio pavlatos: He glances up to Mercury, giving him a little smile. "Night, Sir." If he wonders how he and Alex would get home, he doesn't say anything. Alex would, of course, figure it out.

Alexander Donovan: Alex runs a finger over Merc's arm. "I'll come by for my jacket later."

Ziahl: And as she reaches the dance floor she steps literally into the music her body voiceing the joy and wonders of life in one of the oldest languages ever.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Good evening, Mercury." He grins faintly at him, settling back down on the bed.

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((She has a specialty in dance?))

Mercury: He smiles and leans over to give Alex and Tony hugs. "The limo is yours, guys. It's on the tab. I'm getting a taxi home."

Mercury: He grins at winks at Aerin, gives Dami a hug, and off he goes.

antonio pavlatos: He returns the hug, nuzzling Mercury with his head.

Alexander Donovan: "I'm going to make the best of that."

Ziahl: (specialty is in dex actually, graceful)

Damien Thiereaoux: *blinking when his pocket vibrates, he sets down his glass of wine and manages to snake his hand into the tight leather pants pocket , snaking back out his cellphone and answering it* hello

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks out on the dance floor, eyes passing over Ziahl and blinking. Whoa. Woman can move, it seems.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: extended: 9,3,3,3,4,3,6,7,

Damien Thiereaoux: *his eyes seem to light right up and he smiles soft and warm at whoevers on the other end* hey.....course.....membah th'club I told y'bout darlin? s'wheyah I am....

Alexander Donovan: Plenty of room now, Alex stretches out and encourages Tony to do the same. Alex's hand makes just a breif brush against him in acknolwedgement, but leans against Damien.

Kaitlyn Kelly: As can Kaitlyn apparently. She has been very inspired tonight and is pushing herself hard as she continues into another song which apparently has a very good beat to it. Eyes closed and back into her private tango once more.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he almost murrs when alex leans against him, nuzzling in against him briefly, still on the phone*

Damien Thiereaoux: alrigh....see y'all in a few then....

Ziahl: Her style is quite different from the modern apes moving about her, the gestures more grande, flambouyant yet specific, her body telling a story as old as time itself.

Ziahl: She lets her motions carry her towards the female whom she'd spied earlier moving with such meaning and grace.

antonio pavlatos: He uncurls himself some, streching his legs more to curl against Alexander's side, raising up more and leaning his head against his shoulder, eyes scanning the floor to find the two women.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Finally, the thrid glass of scotch downed for the night, he manages to relax a bit, moving to lean back against the head of the bed. On the far edge, generally on his own. But hey, it's something.

Alexander Donovan: Alex has Damien on one side, Tony on the other, but he reaches over toward Aerin in invitation to come closer.

Joey Edwards: He walks in, looking around and awed at the decor, trying to take it all in at once. He seems not to notice the bouncer, until he's finally tapped firmly on the shoulder, and he shows his I.D. Joey does *not* get the stamp of underage, so he seems to pass.

Joey Edwards: He is a slim but muscular, 5’11” young man, barely brushing up against 21 years. Long, soft, dark brown hair frames his dusky, rounded face. His eyes are dark green and often filled with simple happiness. He wears an aura of vulnerability about him, displaying a gentle soul. He is obviously of mixed race, with hints of Native American influence. He is dressed simply, in blue jeans and a non-descript t-shirt, stretched taut over his developed chest and firm abdomen, as if clothing is an afterthought to him. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Joey.jpg

Joey Edwards: He's more moved along by the crush of bodies than of his own accord, still gawping at everything and everyone. He's never seen so many strange and diverse people, not all in one place! Well, maybe at university...

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches as Ziahl moves. Dang, if he they had set up a stage they could have just raked it in. No need to strip with the kind of raw passion going on out there tonight.

Damien Thiereaoux: *hes half leaning back against alex, eyes towards the door though in hopes of spying someone by the way it looks*

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 9,7,1,6,7,8,

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((For the late comers: Kaitlyn displays an inner beauty in the graceful way that she moves, even when she isn't dancing. Physically fit, she is rather tall at 5'10", quite lithe and definitely built like a dancer in all the right places. The dark-haired, dark skinned exotic beauty tends to wear her long wavy dark auburn hair loose, which falls to her waist, when she is not dancing, but swept up elegantly whenever she is in competition. She wears very little makeup, just a hint of black eyeliner to bring out her big brown eyes. Tonight she was dressed in a black-pinstripped suit, with a very colorful Mardi Gras looking type of tie hair swept up gracefully under a black fedora.))((http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=65))

Damien Thiereaoux: *he catches glimpses, head tilting, half grinning as he thinks he sees him, letting out a whistle that direction and a wave towards joey*

Kaitlyn Kelly: Obviously there are two very distinct dance styles between the two and with her eyes closed, lost in the music, the dream, the passion and the sensuality of what she is dowing, Kaitlyn is entirely swept up into the music right now.

Joey Edwards: His eyes now fixed on the dancers. Wow! Two women, in particular, really catch his eye and he's mesmerized by Kaitlyn and Ziahl.

Joey Edwards: d10: : 9,1,2,4,5,

Joey Edwards: The whistle is lost to him, as is the wave. Mouth open in wonder and amazement as he watches.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances over at Alex, watching him for a long moment. Eyes seeming examine the man, appraising him and perhaps his intent...perhaps his threat level. He seems more curious then wary, a faint smile on his face as he looks the other over.

Joey Edwards: He sways to the music unconsciously.

Ziahl: Z has an almost serpentine grace as she moves on the floor, going high and low again, letting her fingers brush the floor. She wished to entice the other woman into a dance with her, but she is in her own world and Ziahl is not intrusive with her motions.

antonio pavlatos: He starts at the whistle, having been watching the two women, then follows Damien's motions and spots Joey.

Alexander Donovan: Aerin: "I know you're monogomous, but that doesn't mean you can't be comfortable. I won't even try to seduce you."

Joey Edwards: Ziahl's more primal dance perhaps calls to him more, but the sensuality of Kaitlyn's is not lost upon him either. He suddenly moves into the throng of dancers.

Joey Edwards: d10: : 4,3,7,9,9,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Alex's comment about Aerin's manogamy draws a chuckle from the man. "Well, that part of it seems to be negotiable now...but still, you've made your point." He moves closer to settle in.

Joey Edwards: His dancing is not as others, following the beat of the music. Rather, as Silkie had taught him so long ago, he moves to the beauty of the Mother Goddess inside of him, more raw athletic sexuality than actual dancing, but he moves with an undeniable grace.

Damien Thiereaoux: *hmphing and sighing, a definate pout and furrow of brows, he reaches for the glass of wine and finishes it off*

Alexander Donovan: "Something wrong Damien?"

Ziahl: She lets others move in and out of her dance, chapters in a story, some as fleeting as a phrase others move with her longer.

antonio pavlatos: When he moves closer, he leans over to nuzzle Aerin's shoulder before settling himself back comfortably between him and Alex.

Joey Edwards: Primordial, bound to the earth and the Goddess, he lets her move him.

Kaitlyn Kelly: The music beat changes, she opens her eyes and notices some new dancers, including Ziahl, which she takes in for the type of dance she understood as interpretive, at least in her own mind and style of dancing she had learned about. Then that of Joey's. Still not as inspiring as her first partner's of the night, Antonio's.

Damien Thiereaoux: *odd tilt to his head, brows furrowed evne more, he absently answers alex* jes comfy heyah an saw m'joey...but hes off t'dan....*blinks more, sounding like hes never seen what hes witnessing* .....dancin?

Joey Edwards: He opens his vivid, dark green eyes and grins, moving off the dance floor now as the music changes, feeling energized.

Joey Edwards: d10: : 9,7,9,5,7,

Joey Edwards: He spots Damien immediately, breaking into a sunny smile that beams across the floor and actually, running over to him, wending his way through the crowd.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He's quietly accepting of the nuzzle, looking at Tony as he does so before leaning back against the bed.

Ziahl: As the beat changes, so does the story her body tells of the earliest days when life was something more pure than it is today, and existance itself was a celebration of the mother's creativity.

antonio pavlatos: He looks over at Damien briefly at his words, curious it seems, but in mode, and stays quiet.

Alexander Donovan: "Oh... nice. I guess Tony might have to lay on me to make room here."

Kaitlyn Kelly: And time for a cool down, so she heads back to the bar, but this time, for some ice cold bottled water.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances at Joey as he hauls ass toward the bed, frowning and tensing instinctively. Identified by Damien or not, someone he doesn't know is running in his direction. And maybe Damien knowing him doesn't ease the man all THAT much.

Damien Thiereaoux: *when he sees joey running that way his brows ease a bit, and he holds a hand out towards him invitingly*

Alexander Donovan: Alex on one side of Tony, Aerin on the other. He's relaxed.

antonio pavlatos: Luckily he has at least met Joey, or he might have quite the same reaction that Aerin has, although his eyes do widen slightly at the guy barreling toward them.

Joey Edwards: He slows to a walk as he gets closer, his eyes mostly on Damien. He smiles warmly and shyly at the other three, taking Damien's inviting hand and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hi," he says to all of them presumably.

Ziahl: Her story ends, not necessarily with the music, and she makes her way back towards the day beds, at a far more leisurly pace than Joey used.

antonio pavlatos: He gives Alex a quick look.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks at Joey for a long moment before nodding finally. "Evening."

Alexander Donovan: Alex tugs Tony up on top of him to make room as Ziahl starts back to make a little extra room. Tony's feather weight not a problem at all.

Alexander Donovan: "Hi there." Alex offers his hand to Joey. "I'm Alex, I'm sure you've heard of me."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She sips down the water, slowly, even though she is quite thirsty now.

antonio pavlatos: He gets hauled over, and again doesn't resist, just goes with it and curls up in his lap again.

Ziahl: She gives Joey a friendly smile as she settles beside Alex. "I've heard of you," she chuckles.

Joey Edwards: Alex: Taking his hand with a firm grip, his hand large and work-roughened from a childhood spent doing heavy chores. "Nice ta meet ya. Ah'm Joey Edwards."

Damien Thiereaoux: guys, Id like y'all t'meet m'roomie an boyfriend(yeah....a committed relationship like type title on someone...from dami) joey...joey...this heyahs aerin an alex*nodding to each in turn* an y'know tony....an this heyah lovely things ziahl...*as she comes back, smiling to her*

Joey Edwards: He smiles at Ziahl, shyly of course. "Reckon we ain't met, ma'am, but ah seen ya 'round the house a time or two. Ah'm Joey Edwards."

Joey Edwards: And a shy, warm nod to Aerin as well as he's officially introduced.

Alexander Donovan: Ziahl: "Good. I'd hate to have not made an impression of some kind."

antonio pavlatos: At Damien's pointing him out, he murmurs to Joey. "Evenin', Sir."

Joey Edwards: His smile is less shy to Tony, more sunny and warm.

Ziahl: "A pleasure to finally meet you, Joey." Leaning over to offer her hand.

Joey Edwards: He shakes Ziahl's hand a bit less firmly than Alex's, but still a strong grip. "And you as well. Ah heard about ya from Damien of course."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Hello, Joey." He nods to the man...not warm, really. More calm and even, still eyeing him a bit.

Ziahl: Her grip is light and gentle and when she gets her hand back she pats Damien.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She takes a glance around and sees Antonio with the rest of the group. As she is more back in the here and know she definitely recognizes the woman dancer as the one that had caught Jeff's eye that night and they had gotten into it a little. And the Damien guy too. Regulars too here apparently.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he beams up at joey, squeezing, before looking to ziahl, nuzzling into the pat*

Joey Edwards: He looks around the place in wonder again, eyes bright.

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc/Alert: 3,9,4,3,4,9,9,

antonio pavlatos: He catches Kaitlyn watching them, and gives her a little smile, and turns to nuzzle Alexander's shoulder.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She smiles very warmly to Antonio.

Ziahl: "This is your first time here, Joey?"

Alexander Donovan: Alex pets tony's hair at the nuzzle.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He pulls a cigarette out and lights it, an arm crossing over his chest. Not entirely comfortable, but not nervous or upset, either. Just sort of...ill at ease, perhaps.

Joey Edwards: He turns his wondering eyes to Ziahl and nods happily. "It's so purty from the outside, ain't much like the tall buildings of glass and metal. Ah ain't never seen so many interesting people!"

antonio pavlatos: He nuzzles Alex again, more pointedly.

Alexander Donovan: Alex pulls tony up by the hair and looks him in the eye questioningly.

Ziahl: Gives Aerin a curious glance.

Ziahl: d10: per + emp (Aerin): 2,10,3,10,

Ziahl: Joey> "It is a wonderful place to meet people."

antonio pavlatos: He lets himself to pulled up, then leans forward, even if it tugs, and whispers something softly to him.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She finishes her drink, tipping the tender well, and as a seat clears, she decides actually sit down for a few moments.

Joey Edwards: "Ah love meetin' people. Ah never knew the world had so many dif'rent types." He leans over and picks up Damien's scotch curiously, sniffing at it.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Ziahl: Something's...very different about Aerin. He's colder, more of a predator feel. There's a hardness to him that just isn't normally present in the typically warm man.

Joey Edwards: "Afore ah came ta the city, anyhow."

Joey Edwards: Putting the scotch back down.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks back toward Kaitlyn, thinking.... "Tony, ask her what she'd expect of you if you were to take up classes with her."

Ziahl: Smiles sweetly at Joey. "So do I."

Ziahl: She leans waaaay over and lightly touches Aerin's hand. "Are you all right?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Joey's sheer enthusiasm brings a smirk to his face. He leans back in his spot next to Alexander and sighs...a drag of smoke follows a swallow of Chivas.

Damien Thiereaoux: (not damis scotch*G* dami has wine*chuckles*) *he seems to warm and curl into joey easily, definately great affection from him towards the man*

antonio pavlatos: He nods to Alexander, and uncurls himself, getting up slowly.

Joey Edwards: ~backhills accent, many would call it hillbilly as it's more pronounced and uneducated than simply a country bumpkin~

Joey Edwards: ((Damien's wine then. *L*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He down to his hand, where he sees Ziahl's hand. After a moment, his eyes switch from their hands to her face. He stares at her for a moment before grinning a little. "Better then I've been in quite literally months, Ziahl. Thank you."

Joey Edwards: He grins at Ziahl, comfortably leaning against Damien but not seeming to mind one single bit if she curls up with Damien either, or with Joey for that matter.

Ziahl: She looks back, although she's careful not to stare, studying him for a moment as she considers if this is an improvement. "If you say so."

Alexander Donovan: Alex sits up enough to keep an eye on Tony as he goes to talk with the lady.

Joey Edwards: "Ah'm gonna git sumpin' ta drink." He stands up, heading towards the bar.

antonio pavlatos: He moves off then across the room, having that purposeful step to him that he always gets when he is following orders. His eyes watch the ones he moves through though, always just a little paranoid.

Joey Edwards: Not interfering with where Tony is going, or following him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles a little bit at Ziahl's response and shrugs, leaning back. Stretching out a little.

Damien Thiereaoux: *when joey gets up if ziahl is near he curls an arm around her, loving the close contact*

Kaitlyn Kelly: She watches as it seems Antonio is walking over toward her, deciding she'll stay and wait and see before getting up.

Joey Edwards: He leans in and talks to the bartender, a serious expression on his face. The bartender looks surprised, and they talk a bit more. Joey gets a weird look on his face, like he's not sure to laugh or not, and firmly shakes his head, saying something else. The bartender rolls his eyes and gets a bottle, pouring him a glass of something.

Ziahl: Scoots closer to Damien as more room is suddenly available.

antonio pavlatos: He walks up to Kaitlyn, stopping in front of her and speaking softly, but more clearly than before. "My Mtolo wanted me to ask you about your... classes."

Ziahl: Splays a hand across Damien's chest and leans in to nip his ear.

Damien Thiereaoux: *murring, he chuckls and playfully nips at her neck*

Kaitlyn Kelly: She wasn't about to ask what a Mtolo was, but figured it might be master since he'd called her mistress. Kait nods to him. "Certainly, what did you wish to know," she says softly to him.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances over at Ziahl and Damien, watching them for a moment.

Ziahl: Giggles and gives his cheek a wet lick.

Joey Edwards: He comes back with the glass of clear alcohol after paying, sitting carefully down with it near Damien, giving his and Ziahl's antics a grin.

Damien Thiereaoux: ewwwwww woman.....y'all are gonna wake up some mornin with somethin happened when y'least expect it....*chuckling at the lick, smiling at joey hwen he comes back*

antonio pavlatos: Kaitlyn> "Mainly what you would... expect of me iffin I took 'em, 'n how much would it cost?"

Joey Edwards: "Aw, she's jest bein' affectionate, Damien," he laughs.

Ziahl: "With you, I always expect something unexpected."

Ziahl: Grins at Joey when he takes up her cause.

Ziahl: Gestures Joey closer, like she wants to whisper something to him.

Joey Edwards: Ziahl: "He does all sorts of weird things, though." He grins. "Watch out fer feathers."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Simple really. What I expect from any student is to enjoy what they do and really want to be there. As for cost, since many of my students come from Julliard and hardly have any extra spending money, I work out something on a case by case basis. Sometimes baking me brownies or cookies. Sometimes they have managed to get me a ticket to something, even a movie. Take me out to dinner. I'm pretty flexible. And with you, your dance is pretty special. I would love to see you develop it more. I definitely would work something out with you if that would make the difference between your taking lessons or not."

Joey Edwards: And, guillable and trusting, he leans closer to Ziahl.

Ziahl: And she gives Joey a wet lick too.

Joey Edwards: "Ewwww!" He laughs, wiping off his wet cheek. Taking it in fun like it was meant to be.

Joey Edwards: He takes an experimental sip of the clear liquid in his glass. Feels it buuuuurn going down. Hm. He thinks. Takes another sip. Smiles.

Damien Thiereaoux: *dami watches ziahl lure him in, laughing richly, warm and deep, when she gets him too* that'sa girl, was wonderin when y'alld get him belle*kissing her cheek, winking to joey* didnt heyah no complaints from you bout that

Ziahl: Flops back with a laugh.

antonio pavlatos: He listens to her, eyes sparkling just a bit. He turns his head to look over at Alexander before responding back to Kaitlyn. "I...I ain't real sure how much we got to spend, you 'n the Mtolo would have to work that out... but I kin cook pretty good... I... I love to dance." His last words are still soft, but extremely sincere. "I'de be willin' to do work too, or whatever it took to please you 'n learn from ya."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The playfulness between Damien, Ziahl, and Joey gets not response, as if he hadn't seen it, impossible as that is.

Alexander Donovan: Alex is smiling at their play, but is mainly keeping an eye on Tony, not letting the guy out of his sight.

antonio pavlatos: (AH! I'll brb, might take more than a few minutes so I'm taking nick out just in case, so I don't dump anyone)

Kaitlyn Kelly: "It pleases me to see you dance. I'd be happy to work the details out more then with your Mtolo. Cooking might be very nice. The only other thing I warn about is that I have a couple cats. And if you are alergic to them, I have a very good air filter for that and keep the cats in a room. I warn all my students about that."

Joey Edwards: He grins. "Aw, ya wouldn't listen iffen ah did complain." Handing him the liquid. "Have a drink. It ain't bad."

Ziahl: "What is it?" Peering at the glass Joey hands off to Damien. It looks like water.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "You have my card, with the number. Have him call me. And we'll talk. I really must get going however, I have a class at 11 and it is very late. Good night, Antonio. And thank you again for the dance." ((sorry, eyes are bleary and I can hardly seen the screen. I really am way up past bedtime. Good night!))

Damien Thiereaoux: whatd y'get chere?*sniffing the liquid curiously*

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (*chuckles**offers a phone call distraction for him if its wanted* as always*G**hugs*)

Joey Edwards: ~smells alcohol-y?~ "Ah tried ta 'splain moonshine ta the guy, and he tried ta talk me inta some weird drinks, then he gave me this." ((Bye!))

Ziahl: ((Good night!))

Joey Edwards: "D'ya know there's a drink called a Flaming Blow Job?" he practically whispers, dark green eyes going wide.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Sure. *G*))

Damien Thiereaoux: (ni ni) whatd he call it then?*asking with a raised curious brow*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Night! *hugs*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Not a great drink, to be honest," he comments idly.

Alexander Donovan: ((Goodnight. See you around))

Alexander Donovan: "Lightning or everclear?" Alex looks at the drink.

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *ringring*(you pick whether its kae or dara*G* Im not adverse to either)

antonio pavlatos: (Sorry I had to take off like that!) He gives her a soft little smile. "I like cats, no... no problems with their hair. I'll.. tell him, Mistress. Thank you for talkin' to me." He gives her a bow of his head at the dismissal, and turns to head back to Alexander and the others.

Alexander Donovan: Aerin: "I think they use the sex monicers to make up for the utter lack of good taste."

Ziahl: "Really? A flaming blow job?" Thinks about raspberries and Mel. "Would you get me a flaming blow job, Damien?"

Damien Thiereaoux: Id take a drink, but.....cant take a chance until I know what it is, considerin I know whats in a certain kinda ouzo....

Joey Edwards: Aerin: "Ah didn't much want ta try it." Laughs. Damien: "Everclear." And it looks to be straight, uncut Everclear, all right.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Let's go with Dara. *G*))

Ziahl: "What's in ouzo?"

Joey Edwards: Damien: "Might be a bit much. It's purty dang close ta moonshine. Er, sorry fer swearin', ma'am," he says to Ziahl.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "You'll regret it," he says to Ziahl with a smirk. His phone rings, and he slips the phone out, flipping it open and holding it to his ear. "Hello."

Damien Thiereaoux: eeeyah....that stuff'll knock y'on yer ass f'shuah...*chuckling, handing it back to joey* y'what one?*raising a brow at what ziahl asks for*

antonio pavlatos: He comes back just in time to catch Ziahl's statement, or hear enough of it that he has to blink. (And I'm going to have to go, but I didn't want to just drop out of the scene so he'll hang there with them until Alex decides to take them home, telling him quietly what Kaitlyn told him)

Alexander Donovan: ((I'm about to pass out. I haven't slept since about this time yesterday, and I think I just spent several moments asleep in this chair.))

Ziahl: Blinks at Aerin. "Or maybe an ouzo?" Gives Joey a confused look, uncertain what he swore or why he'd be sorry about it.

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: heyas scruffman, um........how yas doin? not interruptin schnuffin am I?

Joey Edwards: ((*HUGS* I have to get going too. My eyes are going grainy.)) He takes another sip.

Alexander Donovan: Alex slowly rises when Tony rejoins them. "I'm going to have to call it an evening. I hope to see you all again soon."

Ziahl: ((*snugs Alex-p* Get some sleep. Good night.))

antonio pavlatos: (Whoa, didn't mean to take half the room with me! *HUGS* Thank you all for the scene!)

Joey Edwards: "G'night," he says to Alex and Tony. "Ah reckon ah should be gittin' home soon muhself."

Damien Thiereaoux: certain kinda ouzo y'cant get in the states because its illegal has opium in it..*shrugging* ouzo tastes like...black licorice

Joey Edwards: ((Tony - RP without you is unbearable? *giggle* Night, all!))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Good night, Alexander, Antonio," he says momentarily, before speaking into the phone. "Hey. I'm...well." He chuckles a little bit. "Very, very damn well indeed. What about yourself?"

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking to joey* y'goin?*then to tony and alex* gimme a call soon yeah?

Joey Edwards: He takes another sip of the alcohol, determined to finish it before he leaves.

Ziahl: "Good night, Alexander."

Joey Edwards: He nods to Damien with a sunny smile. "Ah'm prit near tuckered out."

Alexander Donovan: Alex snaps the leash back in place, just for the sake of it before he heads out. (After letting Tony say his goodbyes). He'll make sure the limo driver has a good story to tell the next shift. (((*hugs all around....goes to pass out*))

Ziahl: "You too, Tony."

antonio pavlatos: He says his quiet goodbyes to them all, and trails out after Alex.

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Im ooookaaaaay....yknow....an stuff...jes...*chucklinng quietly for a moment* ya know what happens when a featherhead gets booored when they don' go out alla that much?

Joey Edwards: The leash gets several blinks. Total incomprehension.

Ziahl: "Aww, everyone's going," when it looks like Joey is preparing to leave as well.

Damien Thiereaoux: lll leave y'be to y'rest then*kissing joey softly before he leaves at some point*

Joey Edwards: He returns the kiss, determined to ask Damien sometime later about the leash. He nods goodbye to Ziahl and Aerin, finishes his drink and walks somewhat steadily out of the club. ((*hugs all* ~poof~))

Damien Thiereaoux: I aint goin , less y'want t'head back t'the 'partment or somethin....mebbe go windowshoppin f'furnishins.....

Ziahl: "Good night Joey." *waves* Looks down at Damien. "Furnishins?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A brief nod to Joey goodbye, and he grins at the phone. "I would imagine they get birdbrained."

Damien Thiereaoux: yeah....remembah? I said ifn y'wanted we could fix up th'place a bit till elsewhere was found that y'liked when y'all were ready for it...?

Ziahl: "Oh... beds?"

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: oooooooooo cuuuuuuuuute*snickering softly despite herself*bit late fer that fer me tho Id 'magine yeah?

Damien Thiereaoux: beds, sheet an comfortah set, chairs....

Ziahl: "What about the furniture that's already there?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Yeah, I guess so." He leans back on the bed, stretching out a little more languidly. "So, what was the right answer to that question?"

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: *giggles* trouble of course....

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Ahhh. I think I like trouble." He snickers a little. "What kind of trouble are we looking at tonight?"

Damien Thiereaoux: could ask y'landlord ifn theyahs summere y'all kin keep it

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: feh.....nothin I can think of honestly....like I said....boooored

Ziahl: "I'll ask around, and see if I can get permission."

Ziahl: "I don't use any of it except the bed anyway."

Ziahl: Glances at Aerin as he snickers over 'trouble'.

Damien Thiereaoux: I tell ya tho...wouldnt mind curlin up with ye at night no a larger bed

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Hmmm...well, I could suggesthe the Limelight...s'where I am."

Ziahl: "If we took everything out we could fit a larger bed inside. Do we really need chairs?"

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: wha.......that place huh? aint never been theres

Damien Thiereaoux: yknow.......I usually sit on the bed anyways, dont I?*smirking slightly*

Ziahl: "How many places to we need to sit?"

Damien Thiereaoux: not many Id figure.....really....*nuzzling in against her neck with a soft kiss*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It's..." He looka round, quickly "It kind fo tefyine xeplanation, reall."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Wow, watch MY fingers hit the wrong buttons! Ype by touch isn't always your frieeeeeend.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It kind of defies explanation, really."

Ziahl: ((Wow, were those typos? *L*)) Slides her hand under his shirt, leaning over to trail tiny kisses along his jaw.

Damien Thiereaoux: (15 min warning guys...I really need sleep for work tomorrow*snugs*)

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: well y'want me ta come on over er sumfin?

Ziahl: (I should crash too.) She slides off the bed, taking Damien's hands to pull him along. "Let's window shop."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Sleep goooood.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Sure, if you'd like."

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (*hugs* mind if we fade from here hun?goin on been up for 24 hours in 1 hour,but Im on tomorrow after work....)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Fading is fine. *Hugs on&

Damien Thiereaoux: *he chuckles and heads off with ziahl*(*hugs y'all both* thanks for the rp guys*flops**G* ni ni)

Ziahl: *And off they go.* ((Good night!))

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (*curls round, murrs* ad tomorrow, we do what we've not managed to get to yet*G* if we can(adele and train yard) thanks hun, see you then)

Damien Thiereaoux: (*waves an poofs*)