Felisa Espinosa: She turned to face Jeff again, not bothered in the slightest over the rack comment. "He sounds like one of those dour types, frankly. Man's just worried about you, and that's... well, it's sort of cloying. But he means well."

Misty Greymoore: d10: Perception/Kenning: 9,6,7,

Keith Newcomb: "Sounds good. Feel free to bring any lady friends you want." Then a shrug. "Or man friends if you want, who cares? It's all good." A nod to Felisa. He trails where Jeff is looking, but isn't sure who.

Misty Greymoore: She sniffs again, and a small pink tongue flicks over her darker lips. Turning on one elbow, to look around, eyes settling on Fel & co. Money is tossed across, the glass raised in greeting

Jeff Brolin: *He looks over to Felisa.* And there's m'problem. Fucker worries too much. Y'keep a butterfly in a jar it suffocates.

Jeff Brolin: Sounds coo, *he says with a shrug to Keith.* Anyone I can think of who plays...

Keith Newcomb: He stabs out his cigarette and pushes off the bar to head out. ((nearly dinnertime! *S*))

Keith Newcomb: Jeff: "Found three potential singers. Just looking for fun right now, but hell, who knows what might happen on down the road?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Some people don't understand that. Or they just like to watch things as they curl up and suffer. Cautionary tale? You got me man, you got me." She looked over to the woman raising the glass and smiled, waved at her. Keith got a nod in return; Felisa was, at least on the outside, a friendly sort. All smiles.

Jeff Brolin: Hey, I can sing too, *he says with a nod.* Multi-talented. But if y'want... I can just do the backup shit. S'long as I can feel it, I'm good.

Misty Greymoore: It's enough. SHe takes her glass and moves over in a flutter of skirts, smiles, and sips. Eyes on Jeff as much as Fel, and on Keith only a little "Mmm. Someone's feeling his oats tonight, yes?" A wink at Fel, and another sip of the milky drink

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at that.* We'll have to fuck sometime, *he informs Felisa.* But not now. Don't have much time.

Keith Newcomb: He nods again to Jeff, a faint smirk at something, and he is on his way out. ((Thanks for the quick scene!))

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply, to Misty's words.* Claws back, pussy.

Felisa Espinosa: "Maybe, possibly. I doubt it but you never know. I suspect we have very different tricks," she said, smirking a little before turning to the woman. "I think someone's grasping and groping at his oats, and fondles them a bit too much sometimes. And how are you?"

Misty Greymoore: "Keep it behind the tuft, Tumnus" She counters, still grinning

Jeff Brolin: Ooooh... we've got a literary fuckin' genius here, don't we. *He laughs at that, and leans on the bar.* Get her a saucer of milk, barkeep. So she can get some actual GOOD licks in.

Misty Greymoore: "Screw the milk. Creme liquor" Despite the fact she's 16 or so, and unstamped hand. "And yours had -any- imagination? Come on, some effort."

Felisa Espinosa: "I take it you two fight a lot then."
She went back to smoking, with the occasional glance to a nice piece of ass. It was, after all, a place that served to the racey types.

Misty Greymoore: "He's the type for butting heads" That sleek way of talking, flipping out her glossy black hair, nodding "But I don't think I've caught him red-handed before ..."

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles faintly.* You jealous I've caught more mice? *He looks to Felisa.* Neh. Never met 'er before.

Misty Greymoore: "At least I only play with my -food-" Glancing down at his hips and below, then a grin "I'd call it a truce, but this is fun. Gimme a name"

Felisa Espinosa: "Better than catching his hand in someone's bush, har-har. That sort of thing leads to strangeness. Which, come to think of it, isn't really a bad thing."
She looked at them both and smiled. "Well, aside from names... you've met."

Lurkette: (open?)

Misty Greymoore: ((Yep!))

Felisa Espinosa: (Poof on in)

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at Felisa's observation.* Well... not before this day.

Monique LeFlambeau: *struts in*

Kaitlyn Kelly: 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, though tonight she wears purple and green eyeshadow. Tonight she was dressed in a black-pinstripped suit, with a very colorful Mardi Gras tie hair swept up gracefully under a black fedora.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 9,9,2,5,6,

Monique LeFlambeau: Her stilletto heels click softly and a long white coat of finely woven cashmere hangs to her ankles. Beneath is she's wearing a pale lilac camisole trimmed in white silk and brocade. A violet skirt hangs jauntily on her hips cut at a sharp angle so one side is calf length the other hanging no lower than mid thigh. The long side of the skirt is split to the hip, shapely legs flash with each step she takes. Fingerless white gloves of lace trace a pattern of roses almost to her elbows and her nails are painted white with holographic glitter over them that cause them to change colors with the angle of the light. She draws a cigarette to violet lips as she takes a slow look around.

Jeff Brolin: *He shivers,as the door opens, and he nearly falls off of his stool.*

Misty Greymoore: d10: Perception/Alertness: 5,1,2,8,2,

Misty Greymoore: Absolutely no idea of the mountain of more-women that enter, she shrugs, and nods to Jeff's hands. "Well, won't catch any mice talking to you, darlin'. Take care, eh?" And a careful nod, as she turns away , stepping along the wall a way

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh, speaking of which..."
She gave Jeff a nudge and pointed, knowing that he'd be a happy camper at the sight of the dancer. And there's the one who bent over for her that one time. Felisa pulled out another Wide and fiddled with her lighter. Looks like a busy night.

Monique LeFlambeau: Well, this certainly looks like an interesting dive. She saunters through the crowd, taking in all the eye candy, nevermind that she qualifies as the same.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She is definitely in the mood to dance tonight, feeling higher energy in herself than usual as Mardi Gras draws closer. Listening to the music, she starts to dance before even hitting the bar.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abil apt cult dance: 5,2,6,9,5,9,1,4,

Kaitlyn Kelly: She's certainly doing a lot better tonight than last night as she moves into a freestyle of an Argentininian tango, mixed with a quick step, losing herself to the music.

Monique LeFlambeau: She idly fends off someone who tries to pull her onto the dance floor as she makes her way towards the bar.

Jeff Brolin: *His head swivels to the lighter... and back to the dance floor. Movement catching his eyes. Ohh yes, he looks stoned.*

Felisa Espinosa: "There a reason why that woman was associated with cat references?" she asked, and then tittered a little as the man's jaw hung agape.
"Eh. Nevermind."

Jeff Brolin: Hnnh? *He looks over to Felisa.* No real reason. It's all a dream.

Monique LeFlambeau: She slides onto a bar stool, and crosses long legs, the skirt falling on one side baring a single leg to the hip. Dark eyes play over the bartender. "Cognac."

Felisa Espinosa: "I keep telling people that the whole things cracked, but they don't listen. No wonder the world is like this," she muttered, lighting her cigarette. "Go dance, you know you want to."

Monique LeFlambeau: d10: per + alert: 6,9,4,4,9,9,

Kaitlyn Kelly: She continues to dance, not a care in the world, the place is hers, moving expertly through the people, dancing with them without them realizing she was dancing with them until she had already moved on.

Jeff Brolin: I dance now I'll take the whole crowd down with me, you included. *He smirks.* M'not stupid.

Monique LeFlambeau: Lifts her drink when it arrives and twirls the stool, putting her back to the bar as she checks out the crowd, her eyes coming to rest a moment on Felisa. Ah, the little one from the park.. and the theatre. She seems to get around. Tilts her glass to her in greeting.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (room for one more?)

Felisa Espinosa: "There's a window, I can throw myself out of it," Felisa replied, eyeballing it just in case she really had to make a dash for it. "Suit yourself then."
The woman in the violent skirt got a smile and a nod in return.

Jeff Brolin: ((Ehh, why not?))

Felisa Espinosa: ((Hop in))

Felisa Espinosa: ((Violet, violent. One of those))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (lol. *I* need a wiolent skirt)

Monique LeFlambeau: Swirls her drink as she bides her time, relaxing and watching.

Monique LeFlambeau: (Hangs onto her skirt! What little there is of it. (*c*)

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at Felisa's words.* You're doubting my beat. My pulse. The music's mine, *he says. Perhaps a bit crazed himself.* I want everything t'be a dance.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl meanders in through the front, looking a bit more spacey than usual. She's dressed in a simple white sundress and an elegant light grey cardigan. She slips fluidly toward the bar with a sweet smile, flipping a lock of long soft blonde hair over a frail shoulder.

Monique LeFlambeau: Ebony eyes play over the new arrival.

Kaitlyn Kelly: The song changes and the dance ends. Pulling the fedora off and letting her hair tumble out of it, as she takes a bow with a man who seems surprised by her dancing with him; not the same one from last night though, but with the same awkwardness. She gives him a smile and quite happy tonight, kisses his cheek as she starts to whirl around some more on the dance floor, moving even faster than before, and still avoiding running into others around her.

Jeff Brolin: *Ohh... he knows THAT set of breasts too. Brigitte's breasts recieve a nod.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips atop a stool and crosses one long fair leg over the other, chiming innocently to the man on the other side of the counter. "Skyy on the rocks, love. I need a tab started. Thank you."

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh no, I'll throw myself out of that window quick as a wink if you started tearing the house down. Or I'd just slip out through the front door. But I'd remember, oh yes..."
Felisa gave him a respectful nod with a twinkle in her eye. As a wise detective once said, everybody's hiding something. Even you.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks over her shoulder with a meek smile at the man nodding at her breasts. Though she doesn't seem nearly as 'on the prowl' as she usuall is, she's not one to ignore attention.

Moira Connolly: (*peeks* up for another girly?)

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 1,4,5,4,9,

Monique LeFlambeau: (Come on in, it's ladies night!)

Jeff Brolin: ((OI!))

Christian Gallagher [PT]: The door pushes open, and in he steps, running a hand through his hair. He's a bit early for work, but better late then never, they say. A smile and nod goes to the bouncer, before he makes his way toward the bar.

Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The leather jacket sits over a T-Shirt that reads "1f u c4n r34d th1s u r34lly n33d t0 g37 l41d" and an olive button-down. Blue jeans and an old pair of sneakers finish the look, one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear.

Moira Connolly: ((just for info http://www.fairygothmother.com/newimages/ds-01b.jpg this is her dress))

Felisa Espinosa: And she misses the woman completely, which isn't unusual in this huge ass crowd. Stabbing her ciggie out, Felisa had a sudden urge to sit on the bar just to get a proper look at everybody. She didn't do it.
Mainly because the counter was filthy.

Monique LeFlambeau: Slides off her stool and sashays past Jeff, moving towards Fel.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte wraps a dainty hand around her drink with a sweet smile to the man on the other side. She swivels around to face the dance floor with a sad look about her. Obviously has a bit on her mind and is lost in her own little world. She watches the people and leans weakly back against the bar.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abil apt cult dance: 10,4,3,5,9,9,10,8,

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: : 2,3,

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply.* All of 'em. Lesbians, ALL of 'em. *He slides to his feet, a bit wobbly, and he smiles. At the feel of the floor beneath him. At the beat, the pulse of the music.*

Jeff Brolin: d10: per+alert: 1,5,5,5,

Monique LeFlambeau: Smirks at Jeff's comment as she sidles up alongside Fel. "We seem to keep crossing paths."

Jeff Brolin: *The stoner's mind... a difficult one. He stares into the lights, above him. He can't seem to look away, it's too shiny.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: And Kaitlyn is on fire tonight, back into her groove. The passion and senuality of her dance tonight is more than obvious now as she dances. She doesn't need a partner at the moment.

Felisa Espinosa: "Sweet fucking crackers, you can't swing a cat in this place now," she muttered, thinking about how cats could be a proper unit of measurement (I'd say you could swing, twenty, maybe thirty of the fuckers in this room) before the comment of the woman caused her to turn her head.
"I wouldn't go that far. I came in, you came in. Now we're here. It's been... four times, I think."

Monique LeFlambeau: "At least. What's your name?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips off her stool to begin wandering around. May as well play the game while you're here. She forces her sweetest most innocent smile to her face and looks around at the other patrons for something to catch her eye.

Monique LeFlambeau: Her eyes play over the dance floor as she speaks, resting briefly on the fiery little dancer.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+alert: 6,4,5,6,

Moira Connolly: Arriving late, dressed casually for herself the emerald eyes looking around. she sways to the bar humming along with the music. when she reaches the bar she leans against it waiting as she pondered what to drink.

Felisa Espinosa: She raised an eyebrow and gave the woman a look. "What's yours? A bit forward aren't we?"

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He goes up to the bar, nodding to the bartender. "Hey, man...gimme a Weinhard's Private." He takes a lean against the bar, lighting up a cigarette as he scans the club. Hopping tonight...he'll have to be on his game.

Monique LeFlambeau: "Yes, we are," she agrees, dipping a finger in her cognac and running it around the edge of the glass before pursing violet lips and sucking it clean.

Jeff Brolin: *He finally shakes himself free from the power of the shininess.* Oi... get your own set of breasts, *he tells Monique. And he reaches over and grabs one of Felisa's.* These are spoken for.

Monique LeFlambeau: Eyes Jeff. "I have my own set. Grew them myself."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte wanders behind Jeff with a meek smile to the man. "Yoooou never called me." She smiles over his shoulder to Felisa. "Hello there, love."

Jeff Brolin: I DID call you, *he tells Brigitte.* I was asking about your prices an' you didn't return MY call with the info. *He doesn't move his hand.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: Time for a break; she leaves the fedora back at the coat check, before heading toward the bar.

Felisa Espinosa: "Well we just might have to throw it in idle for a few minutes," she said, plainly. She fished for a ciggie, found one and lit it, noting that the woman didn't answer the former question.
"You picked the only woman that's not wearing fetish gear or has a pale face caked with black lipstick. There a reason for that?"

Christian Gallagher [PT]: d10: Per+Alert: 6,2,2,4,3,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She giggles. "Oh, pish posh. Taking a stab at my profession isn't the same as the kind of call I was looking for. Besides, I'm in a new racket nowadays.. as soon as I can meet up with my contact that is.. Price is no longer a cause for concern. Happy?"

Felisa Espinosa: Jeff gets a smack upside his head for his efforts.
"Don't do that. Rude."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Brb. Smoke))

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He...doesn't notice too terribly much. The woman coming to the bar, he notices, as well as the one who just walked away. That's about it. He takes his bottle of Henry's and raises it to his lips, nodding Kaitlyn's way as she approaches.

Jeff Brolin: Oww, *he lets out, and rubs the back of his head. He does not move his other hand, on her breast.*

Monique LeFlambeau: (Fel asking that of Jeff or Moni?)

Moira Connolly: a yawn as she turns with her coke in hand glancing about the club area.

Moira Connolly: d10: percp+alert: 5,1,7,6,2,

Jeff Brolin: *Okay... so he does move it in a moment. And his head swivels.* So. Is every woman in here a lover of the pussy? *He snorts.* Shit. Shoulda stayed a girl. *He pauses, and raises his chin to Kaitlyn. And he walks over to her, perhaps too rapidly.* Beautiful... fuckin' dance. *He looks stoned. VERY stoned.*

Monique LeFlambeau: Gives Christian a once over. She's either staring at his breasts, which are lacking, or decyphering his shirt.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She grins to Jeff, and kisses him right on the lips. "Why thank you!" grinning even more.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny laugh at Jeff. "If every woman was a lover of the pussy, love.. I wouldn't have to deal with men as frequently as I do." She takes a sip from her skyy and lets the rim of the glass trail along pretty lips, looking out to the dance floor.

Jeff Brolin: *He stares at Kait's chest, and then his eyes lower, to surmise the guy's crotch. Pondering, then back up to Kait.*

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles at that kiss, and his hand slides against hers, weaving fingertips.* These are pretenders. Still dancers, all of 'em. *He cants his head.* One for me?

Christian Gallagher [PT]: Monique gets a moment of attention, Christian's eyes drawn away from Kaitlyn and Jeff's PDA. He looks down at his chest, then realizes what she's doing. He smirks a little and raises his bottle to her in greeting. "It says, 'If you can read this, you really need to get laid.'"

Moira Connolly: She spotted the fabulous dancing of Kaitlyn. Decides there is more alure to the floor right now. she moves in that direction.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Mmmmm....yes. Anytime, baby. I'll even let you lead."

Monique LeFlambeau: Eyes black as midnight meet his. "I was... getting there," she swears.

Jeff Brolin: Ohh... *He shivers.* I don't... know if y'want me to do that. *He looks back over to Brigitte at her words.* An' yet, we've got nice tits over here near all over Fel here. You haven't even fuckin' complimented how good these pants look on me. I mean, hell. Nice ass. HelLO.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte wanders off again, slipping fluidly out to the dance floor to look for something entertaining to hold her attention. Sipping her vodka, she starts grinding up on a random goth boy.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Erm, back. Monique, what was the question?))

Moira Connolly: She pauses when she near seeting Jeff she lifts a brow staying back a bit.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She laughs softly and places her hand on his ass as she takes in the pants. "Very nice...and tight."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She ignores Jeff's comment before wandering off. With a bored look about her. She seems unimpressed with said nice ass.

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... you're so sweet, *he says dreamily to Kaitlyn. Though he'd obviously been fishing for compliments.* Let's dance, eh?

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "I know." He gives Monique an easy, friendly smile. "But the shirt's no fun if you can't ruin the punchline."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: boogie oogie: 2,10,4,3,4,4,

Felisa Espinosa: "Jeff, I'm bi. If that makes any difference. And yes, while I'm flattered that you think my tits are worth fondling that doesn't mean you can grab them at your lesiure, you follow me? I think your boyfriend's worrying about the wrong thing."
Her tone wasn't mean, just a little flatish.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Let's...." her reason for going to the bar all but forgotten.

Monique LeFlambeau: Purses her lips. "I suppose now, I don't need to get laid," she chuckles, her voice rich and pleasant to the ear.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Gah, have to reorient myself))

Jeff Brolin: Hnnh? *He looks back to Felisa, perhaps a bit dazed.* They're nice, though. I'd be happy if y'grabbed my ass. I mean, even though SHE... *she, indicating Brigitte with a point of his chin* isn't staring in awe and glory at my perfect ass in these fuckin' awesome pants... doesn't mean you can't grope.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl's not nearly as on her game as she usually is. She carries an apathetic look about her, barely moving against her chosen partner for the moment. She hands him her drink and digs a perscription pill bottle out of her cardigan, plopping two in her mouth before stuffing the thing away.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "And thus, I've saved you from the trouble of pick-up lines. See how nice I am?" He grins and takes a drag off his smoke.

Monique LeFlambeau: "Why thank you. I'll have to put you on my Christmas list."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She laughs softly, watching and listening to Jeff, and catching part of the conversation, purposely staying out of it.

Jeff Brolin: *Ohh yes. Pretty dance floor. Pretty lights. He starts to sway with her to the beat.* I should take you to a rave sometime, *he murmurs.* The contact, the lights, the fuckin' beauty of it. The whole crowd sharing one pulse. It's like death.

Felisa Espinosa: "It's all right, it's a lovely ass dear, very firm and quite nice for a bite, or perhaps a nibble. But go dance, it's what you're here for," she said, pulling on her ciggie.

Monique LeFlambeau: "Although I suppose wearing your pick up line, is something of a time saver."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She rocks back and forth with Jeff, to the beat, letting him lead.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dance (AbilApp): 4,8,7,3,3,9,5,

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Maybe," he says with a shrug. "A little tacky, though, I think."

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 5,8,1,3,6,

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: : 5,10,5,1,10,10,5,4,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: With the same bored look about her, Brigitte squirms away from the clingy goth boy and weaves her way back toward the bar. On her way, she downs the rest of her vodka.

Monique LeFlambeau: "In that case, why don't you take it off?" Giving him an amused look.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((Oh, now that's just overdoing it. Leave some tens for us, too! *G*))

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((And that wasn't even with the abil apt this time either....however...love the 10s))

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: : 8,5,

Felisa Espinosa: And she still doesn't notice the pill popper over in the corner, looking morose. You'd think there was a dirge playing from the way she moved about, not that Felisa knew that the woman was around.

Kaitlyn Kelly: This time, it's Jeff's turn to outshine her.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Mmm. A little bit cold in here." He shrugs with a chuckle, nodding to Brigette as she approaches the bar. "No need to stand at full attention, now. There's enough people doing that...and besides, I have all this outerwear to get off first." Indiciating the jacket and the button-down. "It would just be a hassle."

Jeff Brolin: *He does a very good job, really. He has talent, that much is clear. But it's the passion that he puts into this that makes it unbelievable.*

Moira Connolly: She watches Jeff now as she lingers to the edge of the dancefloor.

Monique LeFlambeau: "I suppose you can tell people tacky is the new black."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives Christian a meek smile and slips up next to him with a sultry lean against the bar. "Another Skyy, love."

Kaitlyn Kelly: Inspired by his passion, she still allows her own passion to show mostly, moving with him as if they had been dancers for a long time, following right along with him.

Monique LeFlambeau: Looks Brigitte over as she arrives at the bar.

Felisa Espinosa: So many people tonight and here she was without conversation. Felisa shrugged attributing it to just one of those things, knowing that sooner or later someone would tap her or say something. It was times like this that she'd wished she brought those files she found on her urban explorations. Oh well.
Nothing to do but wait a bit.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Tacky is the new black, depending on where you go. Have you been to most of the hipper clubs in this city?" He grins to Moniqe, and then looks over to Brigette with a nod. "Hello."

Jeff Brolin: A dance for luck, *he murmurs.* I need to travel again. Soon.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives a subtle arch of the back, noticing that she's being looked at. She tilts a tiny smile Monique's way and looks between her and Christain. "Hey. Haven't seen you two around here before." She gives them each an appreciative once over.

Monique LeFlambeau: "I've been to a few," she admits.

Moira Connolly: She moves onto the dancefloor swaying towards the dancers.

Monique LeFlambeau: Brig> "We're virgins."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Of course." Leans in close to him, whispering against his ear as she lets her lips touch while she speaks.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh to Monique. "I see. Well, that considered I'll be a virgin too, tonight. Sounds like fun." She wraps a frail hand around her vodka and raises it to pretty lips.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 5,1,2,5,5,

Monique LeFlambeau: Chuckles and lifts her glass in a toast, then carries it to her painted lips.

Monique LeFlambeau: "We can start a club."

Monique LeFlambeau: "Madonna's Like a Virgin can be our theme song."

Felisa Espinosa: "Barkeep, pack of Wides please."
Might as well get that out of the way. She sighed, huffed and turned to face the sea of wriggling, jiggling flesh. It was nice enough to watch, and she licked her lips a bit.

Jeff Brolin: *He nods at Kait's words, calmly.* Yeah... just for a bit longer.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She tilts her glass up with Monique with a sweet smile. "I'll have to wait until my first one's up and running before I start any more. Don't know how successful it will be.. I hear Virgins are terrible dancers."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He smiles to Brigette. "I've been around. Most people just fail to see me...I work the DJ booth."

Monique LeFlambeau: "Yes, but we're great drinkers. That's why we're all at the bar."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I can do that," she says quietly and nodding to him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods to Christain, looking over his shirt with a tiny grin. "I see." She looks back out to the dance floor with another sip from her vodka.

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles.* Coo'. *He reaches up and touches her cheek.* I'll be back bettah. Promise. Just... have t'go now. thanks... foah this moment.

Moira Connolly: She drifts a little more directly into Jeff's direction "fancy whom i find on the floor...but then again...i shouldn't be too suprised no?"

Kaitlyn Kelly: She smiles and gives him another short kiss. "I know. Thank you too."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Not all virgins are bad dancers. Just depends on whether they're a natural or learned talent."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She flashes christina a wide grin. "Is that a challenge? I've been looking for a decent partner."

Monique LeFlambeau: "Think I'll stick to singing. I can do it without falling down."

Monique LeFlambeau: ((Christina? *L* There's a gender-bender for ya.))

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles. He shivers at Moira's voice. He looks over to her.* I have t'go, *he says idly. He pulls away from Kaitlyn gently.* You keep on dancin', baby. Inspire the world. *He winks to the bar. Who knows to who? And licks his lips lasciviously.* I'm out!

Felisa Espinosa: All right, she was starting to get a little restless. Which might not be considered a good thing. Or a bad one, really, depending on the situation. The dungeon door made her vaguely curious; she looked it over with a casual smirk. Looking at that type of thing was always fun.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Later Fang *hugs*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (oh... bah. you knew what i meant. *G*)

Jeff Brolin: (('night... I'm out!))

Monique LeFlambeau: ((Night Fang))

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((Bye. Thanks!))She laughs softly as she watches him leave again. The dance was fine and always was with him. But a quick drink wouldn't hurt.

Moira Connolly: Seeing the satyr moving leave she watches him carfully with a sigh.

Keith Newcomb: ((assuming it's an open scene?))

Felisa Espinosa: ((open))

Keith Newcomb: The lesson done for the night, he walks into the club again. Doesn't have to show his I.D. a second time, at least. He stands at just about six feet tall, around his early to mid 20s. He has a strong athletic build, though he isn’t bulked up like a weightlifter. His face is attractive and lean, the hint of dimples, and his eyes are a dark hazel. His straight blond hair plays down past his shoulders in a single layer of cream, and he dresses usually in ripped-up blue jeans or artfully torn black leather, paired with a long-sleeved jersey displaying a band of generally black metal or hardcore punk, though he sometimes favors The Doors. His jacket is a black leather motorcycle jacket with the Misfits “Legacy of Brutality” cover screenprinted on the back. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Keith.jpg

Kaitlyn Kelly: Spotting Felisa, she heads on over toward her.

Keith Newcomb: He moves in a mostly straight line to the bar, not bothering to get out of people's way, seeming to expect them to make way for him instead. Not that it always happens that way. But he does eventually reach the bar.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 2,5,3,4,2,

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((I swear to Christ...he's not even approved and he's already changing genders. Only ~I'M~ supposed to change my PC's genders! *G*))

He grins a little bit to Brigette and shrugs. "I can give it a shot. I'm better on the other side of the music usually, but hey...we can give it a run."

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((Actually I need to do a quick brb...instead of heading toward Felisa right now, she moves to the bathrooms. I'll be back shortly.))

Keith Newcomb: He orders a dark ale, lighting up a cigarette as he sits on a stool.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte backs away from the bar, toward the dance floor with a teasing smile to Christain (see? boy. BOY.) She crooks a finger for him to follow her.

Monique LeFlambeau: Takes a deep breath and lets out a bored sigh.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Snerk))
Her mind was in the ether for all that it mattered. She concentrated on the door, maily because someone was coming out of it looking all squirrely and wobbled, the endorphin buzz hanging over him like a cloud. Felisa wondered what the hell happened to that one.

Keith Newcomb: He watches the siren Brigitte through heavy-lidded eyes as she beckons to Christian.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He takes a last sip off his beer and goes to join Brigette on the dance floor, with a friendly parting smile to Monique.

Keith Newcomb: A look-over of Monique, and a couple other women near the bar. Felisa gets a slight nod as he remembers her from Jeff earlier tonight. Then his attention goes to the dance floor to watch the chimps dance.

Monique LeFlambeau: Sets her drink down and fishes a cigarette case from god knows where, flipping it open and selecting a hand rolled cig.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte flitters a girlish wave to Keith when she moves away from the bar, offering a sultry wink before turning and slipping off to dance with her newest find. Maybe this one would hold her attention..

Monique LeFlambeau: Gives Keith a wink as she lights her cigarette with one of those fancy electric lighters, then tucks the gold case away.

Keith Newcomb: Smirks, giving Brigitte a wave that imitates hers, apparently just to be funny. Or maybe he waves girlishly, who knows?

Moira Connolly: She grumbles silently as she moves back to the bar to get a fresh coke.

Keith Newcomb: Winks back at Monique, taking a long drag from his ciggy, blowing a bored puff of smoke.

Felisa Espinosa: "Alone in a crowd," she muttered, giving the guy that came from the dungeon a pat on the back. He jumped a little, turned to her and smiled; she smiled back and waved because that's what people did.

Monique LeFlambeau: Pats the empty seat beside her, invitingly.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He makes his way through the people, following the girl to the dance floor. Starting to move a little bit to the music, even before he gets there.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips long frail arms over christain's shoulders with a sweet smile to the man. "My name's Emma. What's yours?" Her hips start swaying when she finds the beat.

Keith Newcomb: ((Monique: Refresh my memory, yes. *S*)) He grabs his beer and moves to the stool next to Monique. "Keith." Last names unnecessary. "Buy you your next drink?"

Christian Gallagher [PT]: His hands slide around Brigette's waist, leaning into the dance, matching her swaying with excellent time. "Christian. Nice to meet you, Emma."

Kaitlyn Kelly: Kait comes back out of the bathroom, and moves toward the bar where she had spoted Felisa, even though the beat of the music was calling to her again and she wanted to dance again.

Monique LeFlambeau: "Monique," she says offering a delicate, lace gloved hand.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 10,7,6,9,2,

Keith Newcomb: He shakes her hand. No gentlemanly kiss to the back of it, nope.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She leans in close with a playful smile to the man. "I hope I didn't tear you away from that woman you were talking to at the bar."

Keith Newcomb: "Nice gloves."

Felisa Espinosa: She noticed her come out (finally, a decent roll!) and smiled a little. Come to think of it you could say that she snapped out of her little daydream and started to focus in on everything again. Must have been in orbit there for a little while.

Monique LeFlambeau: "Thank you." Ebony eyes playing over him. She has a rich, pleasant voice, that's a delight to the ears.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Hello, Felisa."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Don't think so," he says with a shake of his head. "We were just talking. Hadn't even gotten past the playful banter stage yet into any serious discussion."

Felisa Espinosa: "Hello Kaitlyn dear, how are you? As usual, you looked nice out there, and as usual Jeff was drunk. He fondled me so I had to give him a good whap, but he didn't seem to mind it all that much."

Keith Newcomb: Monique: "I could feed you a few lines, but that's boring. You into the small talk or in-depth philosophy?" Blowing a trail of smoke over the bar.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Mm.. pity." She curls her arms more tightly around the man, pulling him closer. My she's a clingy one..

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I think I was in my zone tonight. Better than last night. And no, he probably wouldn't mind getting whapped for something."

Monique LeFlambeau: Arches a brow. "Have you any in depth philosophy to offer?"

Monique LeFlambeau: Takes a drag from her cigarette, the narcotic smoke wafting into the room.

Keith Newcomb: "Not a thing, I'm just looking for brainless fun. But if figured you could start, and I could nod and say uh-huh a lot and make you think I'm a genius." Grins.

Felisa Espinosa: "For all we know he likes a good spanking," she said, chuckling a little. "But enough of that for a night, anybody who wants that sort of thing will just come up to us and ask. So. You're well I take it?"

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Quite." He doesn't seem to mind getting pulled in for a closer dance, stepping forward into it. Quite at ease for now, with the beat of the music and the woman he's dancing with.

Monique LeFlambeau: "Mmmm... do I look that gullible?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nuzzles her cheek against the man's neck. "So why aren't you spinning.. night off?"

Keith Newcomb: "Not so much up close. But you never know going into these things." Shrug.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I believe he just might," she nods. "Yes. Tomorrow is Mardi Gras. I will miss my friends back home, but we all had a good talk earlier. Next year, I will try to go back," definitely smiling and in a very good mood.

Monique LeFlambeau: Chuckles. "Does that mean you were hoping I was or I wasn't?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Good to hear. Whenever you decide to go, inform me would you? If I can't go I'll say as much, but I shell out good money for a knick-knack."
She gave her hair a ruffle, giggling. "Nice to see you in a good mood."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He doesn't object to the nuzzle, doesn't return it. "I've got a couple hours until I take over. And usually, the guy who's spinning now hates handing it over to me. 'cause I make him look like an amateur." A little wink, as their bodies move. "So I'll be lucky if I spin tonight."

Keith Newcomb: He grins. "A gentleman never tells his secrets, but I ain't not gentleman. Guillable is usually better for guys like me. I'm not the smoothest operator and new in town to boot." MOtions to the bartender. "Gimme a shot of tequila, straight up, and a beer chaser. Dark, same as this one." Waving his half empty bottle. "And something for the lady."

Keith Newcomb: ooc> not=no

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Oh yes. You should try and go. It is great fun really. And if you can't, I would be sure to bring you back something very nice."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a meek smile at the wink, giving his hips a playful tug in her direction. "What a shame.. I'm sure you're devestated."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "And how are you this evening?"

Monique LeFlambeau: "Whiskey sour." Looks Keith over, appraisingly. "Where are you from?"

Keith Newcomb: "Frisco. Fuckin' hate the governor, decided to come here, freeload off my sister a bit. You?"

Monique LeFlambeau: "New Orleans originally."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He chuckles a little bit, tugged along, and shrugs. "Honestly? A little. I love what I do. Makes me feel alive."

Felisa Espinosa: "Eh. Sort of a wallflower tonight. I guess in a way I'm always sitting around and looking, which is probably a good thing as I can't dance worth a lick. Still, it's not a bad thing, as I usually have someone to chat with sooner or later. Guess this time it's a little later."
She smirked softly, lowering her dark, wild eyes.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "You're very interesting to talk to. Shame most don't see the wisdom of your words."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh. "Must be nice. I envy you." She takes her skyy and tips it back, slowly backing away from the man. "I'm dry again. Going back to the bar." She extends a dainty hand in his direction trying to get him to trail along after her.

Dara : *managing to get in, the hood on her sweater tugged close around her head and hands hidden mostly in the over long sleeves(fingers barely peeking out), shes got a pack over her shoulder and old aviator style goggles hanging around her neck, her hands rub together and feet stamp to ward off the cold from outside* http://www.vampirefreaks.com/pics/vinyldemon/be6.gif (what shes wearing) http://heavyred.com/images/2090-M1.jpg

Keith Newcomb: He nods. "Haven't been there in a while. Went for Mardi Gras once."

Monique LeFlambeau: "Since the hurricane last year, there's not much left of it."

Felisa Espinosa: "I didn't think of myself as particularly wise Kaitlyn, in fact I'm considered quite the motherfucking fool in some circles. But since I'm a teenager I don't mind, and fools are very lucky souls," she said.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He seems intrigued enough to follow Brigette, making his way along with a somewhat curious smile. This one was sort of interesting...not your usual clubgoer.

Keith Newcomb: "Hurricane?" He thinks back. "Oh, yes, I think I read something about it. Katrina or Katina or something. You had family still there?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She meanders back toward the bar, slipping up next to Keith and flashing the boy a sly grin. She oders another skyy.

Monique LeFlambeau: "No, but the lower quarter is gone." Sounding a little wistful. "Mardi gras won't be the same."

Dara : *sighing softly, dark green eyes flick about here and there curiously, lip tugged as she chews on the lipring(left brow and left nostril pierced too) and wanders further into the place, taking it all in*

Monique LeFlambeau: Smiles at Brigitte. The girl's an operator for sure. "Gonna steal this one too?"

Keith Newcomb: He tilts his head to Brigitte. Taps a bit of ash off his ciggy and takes another drag. "Yeah, you've got a point. That would be weird to see."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He comes up to the bar and gets another Henry Weinhard's Private Reserve from the bartender. A smile to the man behind the bar, before he raises the beer to his lips.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Out of the mouths of babes, goes that saying I believe? You strike me as being smarter than you let on. And there are many ways to define it. Just my observations. Take it for as little or as much as it's worth."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head at Monique. "I've been framed." She giggles and wraps her hand around her drink. "You can have him back, love."

Keith Newcomb: A glance at Christian.

Monique LeFlambeau: "After you got him all sweaty?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte takes a sip from her vodka, giving Keith an appreciative once over. "So.. you're Alice's brother, Mm? I suppose she told you all kinds of terrible things about me."

Dara : *nose wrinkling at something, she shakes her head, the hood falling letting long black hair with bleach blond streaks and bangs spill out as she heads towards the bar more or less*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh looking to monique "It's not my fault.. I have that affect on some poeple."

Monique LeFlambeau: Chuckles.

Felisa Espinosa: "I'm flattered and I thank you Kaitlyn. I'll also state again that you've got the bestest legs on the dance floor, and yes, I think they deserve a word like bestest. Why someone hasn't snatched you up and taken you away from all of this is beyond me."
It was a bit of a puzzle, actually. Of course there was Jeff, but he was the wrong gender.

Keith Newcomb: Brigitte: "I only hear half of what she says. Besides, I think the part about you being a butch lesbo truck driver was mostly fabrication."

Keith Newcomb: A glance over at Dara. The goggles capturing some of his attention.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He snorts a little in amusement as the two women talk about him like he isn't there. "Ahh, discarded so easily...I see how it is." He shakes his head and rises from the stool he just sat down in, making his way toward a table after a little smile to Brigette and Monique.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She bursts out into a fit of giggles, reaching down to cling to her side. "Oh.. sweet jesus.. I've been called a lot of things in my time.. Butch was never one of them.."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a mock pout to Christain "Oooohh.. don't be like that, love. I was only teasing. Come back.. I don't mind that you're sweaty.."

Monique LeFlambeau: Winks at Christian as he escapes the estrogen-fest.

Dara : d10: per+alert: 6,8,3,6,8,8,7,

Monique LeFlambeau: "Well, I'm afraid I have to be off. Nice meeting you all."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He gives Brigette a wink, and one to Monique, before he continues on his way to his table.

Keith Newcomb: Brigitte: "I thought that would give you a laugh."

Keith Newcomb: A furrowing of his brow as Monique goes to leave. *After* he paid for her drink! "Hm. Yeah. Night."

Monique LeFlambeau: *Slides off her stool and smoothes her skirt, before sauntering off.*

Monique LeFlambeau: *The drink is left on the bar untouched.*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She waves at Monique and leans in close to Keith. "So.. why is she so skittish around me, love? Everytime I see her.. the girl runs like I were about to snap her pretty little neck. It's creepy, really. A shot to the pride."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "An interesting question you pose. I spend a lot of my time dancing. Practicing and at the school. Not many are that interested, at least for long. Those who would be interested, I don't mix business with pleasure. And besides, most relationships I've seen wind up in jealous fits and I do not do that scene at all. Call me picky."

Dara : *making it up to the bar, she looks over hearing the fit of giggles and blinks a bit looking at brigitte,then at those with her, head ducking back and bringing the hood up again seeing keith looking that way, soft clicking coming from her mouth, eyes flicking back out and about until she gets to order a soda*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks down the bar with a soft smile to Dara. She waves a dainty hand in her direction.

Keith Newcomb: He slides the drink to Brigitte. "Truth? She's a little paranoid. You'll understand, I hope, that I gotta be the protective older brother. Maybe if I smother her with enough 'overprotection' she will rebel and stop being a bunny rabbit."

Felisa Espinosa: "And you thought I was the wise one. Well played Kaitlyn, very well played. I myself have been in a boiling pot of Jealous Soup, and I didn't even want to be in there in the first place," she said, twirling around on the bar stool. "You'd think people wouldn't be so insecure, but they are, and it's sort of annoying."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes a sip from her vodka and leans weakly in keith's direction. "Mmm.. perhaps."

Dara : *she peeks almost oddly shy back over towards brigitte and gives a wave back with the fingers peeking from the sleeves still, getting her soda and sipping it as she slips from the bar and looks about...eyes glancing distractedly to things here and there every once in a while*

Keith Newcomb: "She's also in that gangly teenage stage." He smirks. "Your beauty makes her feel ugly, I think. Though she'll never say it."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She makes a slight bow at the complement. "Thank you. Call it also that I'm 30 years old," she certainly doesn't look a day over 23. "I've dealt with my share of bullshit. And I don't take it any more. But you too have wisdom to see that jealous often involves insecurity, so half the battle or so is already solved. The latter part is up to the other party to either learn not to do it, or not."

Keith Newcomb: He glances over at Dara when the women exchange waves.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He settles down in a chair, at a table near the DJ booth, and gives a little wave to the guy in the booth. The scowl he gets back, gets returned with an amicable middle finger, before he lights another cigarette and leans back, watching the floor. Not his fault he had more talent and a bigger name.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles sweetly to Keith "We've all been there, she'll grow out of it."

Dara : *her glance slides over towards christian at the table, tilting her head curiously, one hand escaping from the glass of soda to reshoulder her pack carefully(the pack jingling as she does)*

Keith Newcomb: Brigitte: He shrugs. "I don't mind. Makes me feel needed. Kid knows I'm there for her."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She watches dara move with a loving smile on the girl. Protective, almost motherly. She rotates a soft smile back up to Keith. "That's sweet of you. If there were more men like you.. the world would be a better place."

Felisa Espinosa: "I'm starting to think that they won't, and that they never will. That leads me to wonder about my future prospects, and that in turn bugs the fuck out of me. I don't want to have to go through a myriad of changes, I'd rather not have to deal with it at all... but if it comes down to the bloody bones I'll do what needs to be done."
There was a finality to her words. Felisa's face didn't change, but there was an certain bluntness to her tone.

Keith Newcomb: He seems to find that so funny, he actually sputters on his beer.

Keith Newcomb: He grins. "Thank you, Emma, that just made my night."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She pats Felisa's arm gently and comfortingly. "You'll find your answers. They may not be the answers you want or like, but it'll happen in time."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She preens a bit with a soft smile to Keith. "Anytime, love. It's what I do." She takes another sip from the vodka, trailing the rim of the glass along pretty lips in a teasing pose.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He looks up, over to the bar to look at Dara. A smile goes her way, nodding slightly as his right heel taps along to the music, almost unconsciously.

Keith Newcomb: "What, make men feel eight feet tall?" Chuckles. "You could probably make them feel about two inches high, too, with just a word."

Dara : *deeeep breath, she keeps looking about. even though shes dressed for the place she looks almost out of place in it, both hands holding the drink once more, so not looking into the music, just...there*

Felisa Espinosa: "I'm not liking it NOW," she said, looking over to the girl and laughing, "and I'm sure it'll be a goddamned mess one way or the other, but I'm determined. I've gotten this far, right? Stood up on my own two feet, pulled myself up by the bootstraps. Fuck it, buy the ticket take the ride."
She looked over and noticed that the woman wasn't drinking anything. "I'll buy you a drink. Barkeep..."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Oh, that's okay. I had a few before I got here. Was going to just get a water tonight, so I don't dehydrate...." she smiles back to Felisa. "Take the ride, find out where it takes you. Don't look back and make your destiny where it waits for you."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a playful nod, smiling sweetly at the man "I could. If I chose.. but what good would that do me?"

Dara : *the smile from christian gets a quiet almost shy one back, cheeks on the petite thing pinking a bit before she looks elsewhere, though she does peek back at him once or twice*

Keith Newcomb: "I don't know. I never actually figured out why some women do that." He pauses after a swig of beer. "Come to think of it, I never bothered to wonder why."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "It's pointless to wonder. The ones who do it most frequently are oblivious as to why they're doing it.. the ones who do it intentionally would never admit it. That's why I like men. They're simple. And not nearly the pain in the ass."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: His smile quirks a little bit as he makes Dara blush, shaking his head a little bit. He's used to that reaction, and he never knows quite how to deal with it.

Felisa Espinosa: "I like the way you think. Now there's a woman that takes fucking charge... and keeps charging. I'll get you a water then, it's the least I can do."
Grinning, she motioned for the bartender to come over. "Best water in the house dear."

Keith Newcomb: "We aren't?" Chuckles.

Dara : *deep breath again, she finishes the drink, leaving the glass distractedly at some table, reaching into her backpack and bringing out earbuds, sticking them in her ears, seeming to ease a bit as her head and hips absently sway*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a soft laugh, leaning weakly against keith. She rubs her hip. "Mmm.. can be a bit of a pain to other parts, love.. I'll give your gender that much. Don't have the woman's touch. Men are simply easier to deal with. Maybe it's just because a good deal of the woman I speak with are jealous of me. That seems to be the going trend."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I did something that I felt I had to do. Not pleasant. And I couldn't look back. No point to worry about things already done and past," and nod to Felisa. "Yes, they have very good water here too," smiling to the young woman.

Dara : d10: dance attempt: 4,3,6,

Keith Newcomb: He puts an arm over Brigitte's shoulders. "I'm pretty rough myself. Definitely not a woman's touch here."

Felisa Espinosa: "You're right about that one. I've seen far too many people being haunted by ghosts these days; they follow people like an extra shadow, and murmur bad things while they sleep. You escaped that little trap though, didn't you? Yay for you Kaitlyn."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He watches Dara as she dances...okay, she's not great. But he chuckles a little nonetheless...he's seen worse, that's for sure. You really do see the worst of dancing while spinning...puts things in moderation.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((moderation = perspective. I don't know WHAT I was thinking with that word.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I went through the nightmares you could say. But didn't let it rule me. And you have a spirit about you. You'll get through yours too. Fighting and kicking."

Dara : *nope....definately not working it, then again she is listening to her own music so her movements seem out of synch with whats playing as it is, and when she accidentaly bumps her hip into someone near her she squeaks, blinking, backing a bit from them and chewing on the lipring*

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She curls into the man laying a hand to his chest. "Mmm.. no problem there, love. I don't mind."

Felisa Espinosa: "Tomboys do love to fight and kick. Sadly I'm not so good at the fighting, or the kicking. But I'm learning how, slowly but surely."
She watched the bartender hand Kaitlyn a tall bottle of the good stuff, then turned to see who was doing what out on the danse floor.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 7,7,6,4,6,

Keith Newcomb: "What is the story with you and Jarod?"

Kaitlyn Kelly: She grins. "You'll get the hang of it." Taking the water from the tender she sips long and slowly from it.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He smiles softly, chuckling, when Dara bumps into something. Nothing malicious about it...he actually finds it kind of endearing.

Felisa Espinosa: "I'll have to, this is New York fucking City. Even the geeks stomp the eyeballs out of people in this town."
Or gouge them out. But that woman wasn't a geek. She tilted her head at the shy woman on the dance floor and pointed. "You seen that one before?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She casts a teasing smile to the man when he brings up Jarod. "It's a long story, love. And I don't know you nearly well enough to go into it." She nuzzles her face into Keith's neck. "So.. do you want to head back to your place and creep out your sister a bit?" She kisses the man's ear.

Dara : *ok,granted they looked grumpy but werent doing anything, so shes making an escape....so to speak, turning around and darting from near the dancefloor, moving to a table somewhere to catch her breath, not even paying attention to if someones sitting there*

Kaitlyn Kelly: Brown eyes turn to look where Felisa is tilting her head. "Oh, plenty of times. Though, based on body language, she feels out of place more than likely. Thus the earbuds. She's giving it a good try. That's for sure."

Felisa Espinosa: "She seems so frail, the poor dear. Kinda like the man from last night," she said, looking over at Kaitlyn. "Somehow I don't think she's got a support group though. With the other guy you kinda knew that he had pals around."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He smiles a little bit as Dara rushes to his table, his expression to her friendly and inviting. "Hey...you okay there? Looked like you were having fun until you made contact..."

Keith Newcomb: He smiles at that, a strange smile. "Not while she is giving me free rent." He stubs out the little remainder of his cigarette, disentangling himself and standing up. "And I have an early lesson tomorrow morning and must get to sleep."

Keith Newcomb: ((I have to get to bed. *S*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (me too. heh.) She gives a faint smile and moves off from the bar. "Pity. Another time, maybe. I'm going to go find someone to spend the night with. Lovely talking with you." She casts a wink over her shoulder and moves away.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Yes, though I believe she just got her own little cheering section," seeing the young man talking to her. Finishing the rest of her water, she then asks the barkeep for a pack of ciggies ((player tired and can't remember the brand, but Kait would remember)), pays for them and slides them over to Felisa. "One more dance calls to me before I need to get home for the night."

Keith Newcomb: "Another time, I think is definite," he mutters as the 'sure thing' sashays off.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (thanks guys! need to go spend time with the hubby before he throws a pissy fit. *hugs*)

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((*Hugs the Scarlet* Thanks for the scene!))

Dara : *uh...oh....shes at someone elses table...slowly turning her head around....aaaalmost a deer in the headlights look, almost, as she looks to him, soft clicking coming from inside her mouth* um.....I...yeah.....s'fine...*the earbuds long since fallen out, hanging from the pack at her back* um...sorry fer rushin yer table...*now that shes closer, through the thigh high mesh stockings the edges of tatts can be seen* jes......ain used ta so many so close....yaknow?

Felisa Espinosa: "You do that voodoo that you do so well," she says, with a little nod and a tickle of the ribs. "I'll watch, and admire, and if I don't see you for goodbyes I'll see you tomorrow night, aight?"

Keith Newcomb: ((*hugs and/or waves* Thanks for the scene))

Keith Newcomb: He heads out.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Most likely," she laughs softly, blowing Felisa a kiss as she rises. "Enjoy the dance. I do it for the world."

Kaitlyn Kelly: Back to the dance floor, she listens for the beat of the music and gives it one more go. Sharing her talent for any and all who wish to watch and enjoy.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abil apt cult dance: 8,4,5,5,6,4,8,2,

Kaitlyn Kelly: And yes, she's still on a good roll, as she moves around the floor, graceful, passionate, and sensual. The music was singing to her, still well inspired perhaps from her earlier dance with Jeff. Hard to say.

Felisa Espinosa: She caught the kiss with a hand, held it tight so that it wouldn't run off and join the circus. Nice woman, that Kaitlyn, and such a lovely pair of gams. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might warrant further things, bigger things. But that action would be a long, long ways away, and there were more important things to do at present.

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((My bed calls. And it's winning right now. Good night all. Have a good one!))

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "No, I know the feeling," he says to Dara with a smile. "Sometimes, people just get too close, and you need to get away from them." He gestures to a seat at his table. "Feel free to take a load off, if you like. I'm Christian."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((Night, Kait-P!))

Felisa Espinosa: ((Nighters))

Dara : (ni ni*waves*) *soft clicking from her mouth still, she blinkblinks a bit, glancing to the dance floor, then back to him,nodding to his words* yeah....thas...'sactly it....*trying a little smile, hands to the pack strap, she looks surprised by the offer, but with a glance to the dance floor again before she looks back she nods, a bit relieved* thanks, Dara....

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Nice to meet you, Dara." He leans back in his chair a little bit, taking a drag off the cigarette. "So what brings you here? Just looking for a night of carefree dancing and fun, or something in particular?"

Felisa Espinosa: With nothing else to bide her time with, her eyes went back to the couple, who seemed to be making tenative steps to get to know one another.
Actually that's not accurate. The man, the DJ, looked confident, caring in a way. The girl looked a little surprised. Felisa cocked her head, tried not to stare. It was interesting though.

Dara : jes,..ya know..needed ta get out fer once, steada...back an forth ta work, I spose....heard bout this place nuff jes never came here.....s'cool...*finally taking a seat, teh backpack slid to her lap, hands resting on it, pins and such all over it*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He smiles, nodding some over his beer. "Lucky you. You come here to relax from work...I come here to work. What do you do for a living? Maybe I can go there to relax..." Completely amicable, no bitterness at all. Gentle teasing at worst.

Felisa Espinosa: Let them have their fun, she thinks, and with a generous tip for the bartender, Felisa hopped off the stool and made her way to the exit. It was a good night, overall... and hopefully the night would get a little better.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Figured Fel would probably disrupt things. You guys have fun. *winks*))

Dara : *that actually gets a slight chuckle, chewing on the lipring again as she looks to the table for a moment* nah....ya wouldnt wanna....Ima translator in m'other life....*looking up to him again* ya work here?*head tilting, curious* doin what?*starting to ease a bit*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Here and other clubs," he says with a nod. "I'm a deejay."

Dara : thas cool....wow*smiling a bit more, pushing hair back from her face* must be real talentedlike ta work all kindsa places...

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "I've got some skill, I like to think," he says with a smile. "I've been doing it long enough you'd hope I'd have picked up some by now. So you're a translator? That has to be interesting. Always wanted to learn another language...I like to imagine that translators have all the power in negotiations and the like. After all, they're the real point of communication."

Dara : *nodnodnodding, head almost bobbling for a moment, she gets alot more at ease and gives a warm smile when he asks about one of her favorite subjects* yeah, can be, especially when ya figger s'all jes differnt ways of sayin teh same thing sometimes an how differnt things like culture can change tha meanin of tha simplest things...an....I jes say what other people say.....aint no power....you tho? ya gots power....*nodding sagely*

Dara : *soft clicking heard again when she realizes she started to babble a bit there*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "No, no. Don't sell yourself short." He smiles a little bit. "You've got quite the power there. Imagine if, for example, you said something different then what the person intended. Just the simplest difference, the smallest thing. You could change the entire course of things. Not that you would, but I'm just saying...you've got quite the power there."

Sha-Sha: ((Open for other people? :) ))

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((Sure... *S*))

Dara : yeah, I spose, but...*head tilted slightly as she thinks on it, the look on her face like shed never thought to do something like that before, nose wrinkling and shaking her head with a slight smile* s'not translatin then.....s'tellin a story based on facts ifn ya know what I mean...

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He nods a little bit. "Yeah, I know what you mean, I guess. Still..." He says with a grin. "It is power. That's the only point I'm making." He winks to her...more a joking gesture then anything fliirtatious, and raises his beer to his lips.

Dara : ok mistah make masses of peeps gyrate an move in odd an obscene ways jes by playin music...*chuckling a bit more,smile brightening*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Hey, the music does that," he says with a chuckle. "I just spin, blend, and mix it."

Dara : yah...yer choices in tha music make otha peoples choices tho, an their moods too......I mean....heck...I came in here an tha guy workin right now?*shaking her head* I cant dance, Ill admit, but tha stuff playin ?*shrugging,holding up the earbuds*

Sha-Sha: *Having checked her coat at the door, she slips into the main area of the club. A bright smile on her face as she looks around the club for a familiar face. She was getting to be quite the regular here. She stops a bit away from the door, scanning both dancers and people milling about the bar. A woman of Gothic Beauty stands before you. She could be a model though you likely don't recognize her face. She has long hair that's been dyed a deep black with the bangs and front bleached and dyed bright blue. Her eyes are dark and trimmed with long, beautiful lashes, accented by the kohl liner around them. Her full lips are painted a dark red. She as a complexion of pale cream, flawless. Her curvaecious figure shows the constant exercise in it's tone and firmness. From her neck dangles what seems to be an ordinary playing dart that's been turned into a pendant. The dress she's wearing is rather form fitting with a black corset about the waist. Blood red with black lace over it, the dress is formed with lacings down the hips and ends at the cups of the top with just the lace continuing on to form the sleeves. ((Desc there doesn't do it justice, pic of dress: http://www.goodgoth.com/6072.htm Pic of Sha:http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=104))

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He chuckles a little bit. "He's not so bad..." He looks up as the man does an overly abrupt blend from electronica to pop-punk, wincing. "Jesus H. Christ...okay. He's bad."

Adriana Carmichael: (room for a cranky drunkard?)

Sha-Sha: *She wrinkles her nose a bit at the DJ's choices in music and blend and makes her way over to the bar. She wasn't hardly going to dance to THAT.*

Sha-Sha: ((Come on in! The water's fine! *G*))

Dara : *dara winces as well, offering over an earbud with a grin*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((Go, cranky drunkards! *G*))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana slips into the place with a blank expression. Her nervousness is aparent in ever facet of her person. She is as casual as it comes nowadays, a flowing ankle length black silk skirt and an elegant white tunic blouse, dainty black silk gloves and purse. Her long dark hair is falling in soft waves down to the small of her back, steely blue eyes scan the place with a careful inspection. Taking it all in. She's in her mid to late thirties with a hint of a spanish heritage, pale due to spending most of her life in the lab (fame in the medical/technological communities)

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He chuckles and waves off the earbud. "No, no...this is music to my ears, pun intended. When people leave the dance floor from the competition's stuff, my job is virtually assured."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((For Sha-Sha: Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The leather jacket sits over a T-Shirt that reads "1f u c4n r34d th1s u r34lly n33d t0 g37 l41d" and an olive button-down. Blue jeans and an old pair of sneakers finish the look, one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear.))

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks around the place, standing near the entrance with a judgemental squint. THIS is what people do with their free time? THIS? She slowly and gracefully snakes her way toward the bar, doing her best not to touch any of the.. ehh.. patrons.

Dara : ooooh yeah good point*chuckling again with an almost bubbly giggle, the smile really looking alot more in place on her face*

Sha-Sha: *She orders a virgin Shirley Temple, someday, the bartender will likely know her order without her telling him, but for now, she orders. Her eyes move around and she grins at seeing Christian. Ooo. More eye candy. She loves this place! She wanders down in the direction of Christian and Dara, intending to eavesdrop a little before actually approaching.*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana steps up to the bar, standing a good foot back from the thing and squinting down to the surface. Filthy. Just filthy. She looks up to the man behind the counter. "I require Grey Goose. In a sanitized glass, please. Any contaminants WILL be noted and not tolerated. Thank you, dear."

Dara : ooooh yeah good point*chuckling again with an almost bubbly giggle, the smile really looking alot more in place on her face*

Sha-Sha: *She orders a virgin Shirley Temple, someday, the bartender will likely know her order without her telling him, but for now, she orders. Her eyes move around and she grins at seeing Christian. Ooo. More eye candy. She loves this place! She wanders down in the direction of Christian and Dara, intending to eavesdrop a little before actually approaching.*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana steps up to the bar, standing a good foot back from the thing and squinting down to the surface. Filthy. Just filthy. She looks up to the man behind the counter. "I require Grey Goose. In a sanitized glass, please. Any contaminants WILL be noted and not tolerated. Thank you, dear."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: d10: Per+Alert: 3,8,9,3,4,

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He glances over toward Sha-Sha and Adriana, looking them separately over and nodding a little bit to each of them before he looks back to Dara. "So, yeah. The worse he does, the more work I get. Though there is a balance...sometimes, it's painful."

Sha-Sha: *She gives Christian a wave and a smile as he looks her way.*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana doesn't seem to notice. She's too busy keeping an eye on the bartender as he makes her drink. Eyes scanning the glass carefully. Is that a smudge?

Dara : *nodding, smiling, that soft clicking noise heard again though* ya...um...by tha way....thanks fer lettin me sit here an chill...really....yer a cool guy an ya didnt hafta be

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He smiles a little bit to Sha-Sha and waves, then looks back to Dara. "Any time, Dara. You seem like a really cool person, and I'm glad I could offer you a port of safety from the teeming masses."

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana purses her lips and clasps a daintily gloved hand around her glass, eyeing it with a careful inspection. She gives a tiny nod to the tender before stepping back from the bar. She turns to scan the patrons with a careful eye. Her way of blending in.

Adriana Carmichael: d10: per+alert: 4,3,8,4,4,

Sha-Sha: *She finds a place near Christian and Dara to listen in for a moment.*

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny squint in dara's direction. Skinny lips purse and she makes a pace for her table. Stealthy.. she is not. Woman sticks out like a sore thumb in this place. Hard as she tries..

Dara : *seeing him wave and smile to someone, she turns to look briefly, blinking, soft clicking heard again as she does, giving a quiet smile* you uh...wanna talk ta yer friend....Ill get m'butt up then....need nother drink anyways...*starting to rise from her seat*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Not a friend, yet," he says with a shrug. "Never met her before. But if you wanna come back after getting your drink, you're welcome to." He smiles to Dara and shrugs.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana steps up a few feet away from Dara, planting her loafers. "You there. You're Victor's little friend. Dara, correct?" She gives one of her gloves a nervous tug, looking around the place.

Sha-Sha: *She gives Dara a smile as the woman looks her way. The friendly sort, apparently.*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: His watch goes off, beeping a couple times, and he reaches into a pocket for a prescription bottle. He opens it up and slips a couple 100 mg pills out, popping them into his mouth and chasing them with a beer. When Adriana approaches and stops near them, he looks back at her, offering her a smile.

Adriana Carmichael -> Christian Gallagher [PT]: (would she get a per+med to see what kinds of pills they were?)

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks at Christina, perhaps a bit confused by the gesture. She shifts her weight and takes a sip from her overpriced drink.

Dara : ya sure?*again, seeming surprised, when she hears adriana she turns and looks, and swallows hard, chewing on the lipring briefly* aint talked ta him fer a while tho...*holding to the straps of the backpack a bit more as its slipped over her shoulder*

Sha-Sha: *She blinks at the woman who's so out of place now that she's approached Dara and shakes her head with a chuckle.*

Christian Gallagher [PT] -> Adriana Carmichael: ((Sure. *S*))

Adriana Carmichael: "Oh." She states, a bit taken back. Maybe this was a bad idea. "I was.. being sociable. Hello, child." She looks around again, sipping her vodka as not to have to do anything else with her mouth. We all have our weaker qualities.. Talking.. aparently.. is hers.

Sha-Sha: *She decides now's as good a time as any and smiles as she finishes approaching.* Hello, I'm Sha-Sha...*She'll actually include all three in her gaze as she introduces herself if the women are still close enough.*

Adriana Carmichael: d10: per+med: 6,5,2,4,3,6,8,

Christian Gallagher [PT] -> Adriana Carmichael: Retrovir, a brand-name version of azidothymidine (AZT), used in the treatment of HIV.

Dara : yaa.......oh....um...s..sorry...*shes got that shy spooked look about her again that she had for a bit after bumping into the guy on the dance floor, giving a sheepish smile to adriana, then looking to sha-sha* um.....hey.....

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He looks to Sha-Sha and nods to her amicably. "Hey. I'm Christian." Said for Adriana's benefit as well.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana looks from the pill popping man at the table.. to the gothic wonder who approached. She takes a step back, looking like she could bolt at any moment. Not knowing what would be approprite to say.. she says nothing.

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny nod at the introduction and retorts "Dr. Carmichael" out of habit before wincing, remember that she's not on campus. "Adriana. My name is Adriana."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He gives Dara a look, faintly concerned, before he looks to Adriana and smiles, nodding. "A pleasure to meet you, Adriana." He looks at the goth and smiles. "And you, Sha-Sha."

Dara : *murmuring a quick 'Dara' having noticed she forgot to mention her name like the others did to sha-sha, she looks between the three, flicking a glance to the bar, then back again* Im....um...Im....gonnagetanotherdrinkscuzeme... *speaking quickly before she nods to them, one hand holding to the strap of her bag the other slipping those aviator goggles over her eyes and the hood up over her head again on the sweater shes wearing as she turns to head off for the bar*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana takes a gulp from her crystal clear liquid. Drinking like she needs it. She's visably tense, hands shaking somewhat.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He watches Dara go, blinking, before he looks to the good Doctor with a slightly raised brow.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: d10: Per+Emp: 2,3,5,10,10,8,

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((That roll directed toward Adri, not Dara. Sorry, should have specified.))

Sha-Sha: *She blinks* Um...I don't mean to scare everyone off...*She does look genuinely concerned that she did just that.*

Adriana Carmichael -> Christian Gallagher [PT]: (the woman is on edge, facing her fears. she's highly uncomfortable but forcing herself not to run away. also somewhat detatched and very lonely.)

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks down at Christain when he raises his brow. She takes a defensive step back. "Am.. I acting inappropriately for this particular venue, dear?"

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Not inappropriately, no." He smiles a little bit, giving her a pleasant smile. "As a matter of fact, I think you're one of the first people to ever be appropriate in this place." It's a gentle joke, his voice calm, and a little soft. Loud enough to be heard clearly, though, over the music. "Would you like to have a seat, Adriana?"

Dara : *making it to the bar darting in and out between people, she catches her breath, closing her eyes for a moment, probably getting an odd look from the tender before she blushes and tugs at teh hood, muttering off an order for another soda..sooo wishing it were a vodka right now*

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny squint to the man. Terrible at reading people, and it shows. "Are you mocking me?"

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks down to the table with a clear inspection, waiting for his response before she comes to a decision.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Not at all." He shakes his head. "No talent for mocking, I'm afraid. And it was an honest question."

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles with a rueful smile.* Actually I think he was rather mocking the rest of us, rather than you, Adriana...

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana slips gracefully into the chair, minding not to touch her back to the thing. Posture straight and formal. She looks down to the edge of the table closest to her and runs a gloved finger under the thing. She gives the man a tiny nod. "I appologize for insinuating, dear. I'm.. somewhat unused to dealing with people." As an after thought she adds ".. in places like this. I'm unused to dealing with people in these types of venues." Great cover.. smooth. Yeah, right.

Dara : *the soda comes and she takes a gulp of it, glancing back towards the others from the bar, watching them quietly for a few moments*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "No offense taken," he says with an easy shrug, letting the awkwardness of the afterthought slide away without comment. "Lots of people are unused to dealing with as...interesting an atmosphere as this." He looks over to Sha-Sha with a grin. "I was teasing the rest of you, not mocking. Difference in intent."

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana takes another gulp from her glass before setting it back in the ring of perspiration on the table. She folds her gloved hands in her lap and blinks sharply around the place.

Sha-Sha: *She grins back at Christian.* Hmm, I suppose you can be forgiven then. *She winks, having all of the ease with people that Adriana lacks. Speaking of whom:* You need to relax, sweety. I don't think the people here bite unless you ask them, too. *Sweety, to a woman who's probably older than she is. Late teens, early twenties. That's where Sha seems to be agewise.*

Adriana Carmichael: "I'm quite relaxed." she states in a shrill tone. Obviously a lie. "And if another of the patrons even so much as looks like they might make an attempt to bite my person.. I'll put them down as painlessly as possible." Defensive.

Dara : * taking a deep breath, she heads back that way, careful about it, keeping the goggles over her eyes and the hood up*

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles.* You are not relaxed. *She moves over and goes to massage the woman's shoulders. If Adriana looks like she's going to freak totally at the touch, she'll pull back but otherwise it's a friendly massage, not sensual or seductive. Genuinely just trying to help her not be so uptight.*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "And well you should, if they tried to bite you without your permission." Again, no mocking, not even any teasing there, either. Just calm agreement. He raises the beer, downing some of it.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "Sha-Sha..." He looks at her, shaking his head. That does not seem like a good idea to him.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana's eyes widen and she rises quickly, moving away from the table. "Do NOT touch me." She states sternly.

Dara : (10 minute warning*pouts*) *watching sha-sha go for adrianas shoulders, she watches with curious interest , giving a wave as she makes it back over to them*

Sha-Sha: *She pulls her hands back.* Sorry. I was just trying to help. *She sighs.*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana downs the rest of her vodka, like a seasoned drunk and turns to make a somewhat less graceful pace back toward the bar. "I require more alcohol." She mutters before moving off, clearly offended or disgusted by the woman's forwardness.

Alexander Donovan: **can I pout too? CanICanI?)) Alexander steps in. Today in his 'plain' clothes. Jeans, and a far too tight t-shirt. The leash is out today, and connected.

Sha-Sha: *She grimaces, going to follow Adriana.* Wait...let me get it for you. Really, I'm sorry.

Dara : *blinking and pausing as adriana heads back where dara just came from, watching her go for a moment, she looks back to sha-sha and christian, soft clicking heard coming from inside her mouth again*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He watches Adriana head off to the bar, sighing a little, before he looks back to the goth. "She's trying to deal with fears, I think," he says, only loudly enough that it carries across the table to her. "That was...a bit much. A for effort and intent, though." He gives her a little smile.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((DD for the new guys: Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The leather jacket sits over a T-Shirt that reads "1f u c4n r34d th1s u r34lly n33d t0 g37 l41d" and an olive button-down. Blue jeans and an old pair of sneakers finish the look, one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear.))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana's pace quickens, trying to get away from the unseemly girl that tried to touch her. "Leave me be, child. I require nothing you have to offer. Umm.. begone!" Not paying attention, she runs into a random goth kid to which she immedietly winces and shakes her hands.. as if she could catch goth by touching them. She scurries over to the bar.

antonio pavaltos: He walks in with Alexander, dressed in his normal leather pants, the leather ripped poet's shirt and very gaila body paint. (if anyone needs complete DD, I'll send it)

Adriana Carmichael: (same here, if anyone needs adri's dd, just slap me)

Sha-Sha: ((Can give a full desc again if needed too)

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana steps up to the bar, still minding to stay a good foot away from the thing. "I require another grey goose, sir. In a CLEAN glass, thank you." She sets her empty glass down with a clumsy clank.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: d10: Per+Alert: 6,7,7,6,10,

Alexander Donovan: Alex heads toward the bar. First things first, get a drink, get comfortable.

Sha-Sha: *She stops when the woman seems even more upset by her attempt at an apology and sighs. She looks back towards Christian then around with another sigh.*

Christian Gallagher [PT]: The man is nothing if not alert right now, and he looks over at Antonio and Alexander as they walk in. He watches them a little bit from his table betwen the daybeds and the dance floor a moment, taking a drag off of his cigarette and ashing it in the tray.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana cups her daintily gloved hands around her fresh glass and raises the thing to skinny lips for another stout gulp. Taking the vodka straight without so much as a wince. She gives a frightened look over her shoulder to see if that woman was still tailing after her.

antonio pavaltos: He moves very fluidly tonight, moving after Alexander like a shadow.

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 8,2,9,5,7,

Dara : *she stands there, watching shasha head off, then looks to christian* um....wanted t'say thanks gain....*nudgnig the goggles up to on top of her head*

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles, giving Sha-Sha and Dara each a wave.

Adriana Carmichael: (my god, I must be tired. I completely forgot to announce that you can roll per+awareness diff 9 on adriana. *slaps forehead*)

Sha-Sha: d10: Per+Alert: 10,7,4,7,

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "You're very welcome, Dara." He looks to her, smiling warmly. "Feel free to use any table I'm at as a safe harbor any time."

Dara : d10: per+alert: 7,3,1,8,7,9,7,

Sha-Sha: d10: Annnd Per+Aware: 9,4,4,9,

antonio pavaltos: d10: Per+Alert: 6,3,3,7,7,4,5,

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana takes another gulp from her glass and rolls her shoulders a bit. Doing her very best to calm down and simply.. relax. She takes a deep breath to brave herself and walks back over to the table she'd been sitting at. A familiar spot would do her well.

Sha-Sha: *No, she had stopped following Adriana. She was rather standing there halfway between her and Christian still looking a bit upset. She sees Alex and puts on a smile and waves.*

Dara : thanks...*smiling a bit more now, she chances a quick peck on his cheek, then rubbing at pinking cheeks, she blinks and sees alex, waving back, sighing deeply as ehr phone rings* um....scuse me....gotta take this....*moving off a little with furrowed brows as she starts speaking in rapid fire and fluent like its her native language japanese* (back after dropping off husband*hugs* dropping nick for now)

antonio pavaltos: He glances around the room, head lowered, as they move to the bar, noticing Sha-Sha from before, and giving her a soft smile.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He nods slightly to Dara, and smiles Adriana's way as she approaches again.

Alexander Donovan: Alex gives Dara and understanding look at the 'buisness before pleasure' pain of a telephone as he and Tony make their way to Sha-Sha and company witht heir drinks.

antonio pavaltos: (Will notice Dara when she gets back)

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana steps back up to Christain's table and lowers her eyes to her drink. "It was not my intention to snap at your little gothic friend. I'm sorry." Somewhere along her second glass, she'd become intoxicated enough to cease from masking her inherent texan accent.

Sha-Sha: *She looks back at Adriana for a moment, mentally kicking herself again. Then turns her attention to Alex and Tony, holding out her arms for a hug, smiling brightly as if nothing had happened.*

Alexander Donovan: What the lady wants, she gets. "Hey there good looking." Alex unsnaps Tony's leash and gives Sha-Sha a big hug before inviting himself to join them by sitting down and starting to wrap the leash around his arm.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "No offense taken," he says with a light shrug. "We all have our comfort levels. Yours was crossed. And she and I just met...she's as much my friend as you are."

antonio pavaltos: Following Alex's cue, he nuzzles Sha-Sha's shoulder before dropping to the floor next to Alex's feet, seeming especially energetic tonight.

Sha-Sha: *She hugs Alex, tightly. Oh she needed that.* Mmm...heya hot stuff. *She grins at him. Tony is offered a hug too if he wants it.*

Adriana Carmichael: She looks up to the man before glancing around the room. "I'd hardly think of you as a.. " She trails off with a confused squint "Sweet Jesus.. are those beds? What self respecting person would sleep in a place like this?"

Sha-Sha: *She blinks as Tony drops to the floor by Alex and raises a questioning look to the latter.*

antonio pavaltos: He pauses for a moment, looking to Alex first, then returns the hug before he drops to the floor.

antonio pavaltos: (lol Adriana)

Adriana Carmichael: (hehe. i couldn't resist bringing her in here)

antonio pavaltos: (Sorry, adjust that other post to show he would have responded to Adriana)

antonio pavaltos: (hehehee)

Alexander Donovan: "They aren't for sleeping, they're for making out." ((Everybody is at the same table, right? Or did I miss something when I came in?))

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He looks over to Antonio and Alexander as they sit down at the table, nodding with an easy smile to them. "Hello." If he thinks anything wierd of Tony & Alex's behavior, he doesn't say anything.

antonio pavaltos: (darn, my mind got off on Adriana, I meant Sha-Sha, excuse please)

Adriana Carmichael: (I.. don't think they are. unless I missed something sha sha is halfway across the room.)

antonio pavaltos: A quick glimpse up at Christian, and a slight nod of his head, otherwise he remains quiet, curling up at Alex's feet quite contentedly.

Sha-Sha: ((Nope. Sha was standing halfway between Christian and Adriana(who was at the bar). When Alex came in and in that general direction Sha held her arms out for a hug.))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana's eyes widen at Alexander's abrupt explanation. "That's.. that's.. inappropriate to say the least. I bet those beds are teaming with all sorts of infectious germs."

Sha-Sha: ((Er...))

Alexander Donovan: ((Ok, I see the post I missed. *winces*))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana blinks at the man curling up on the ground. Confused and possibly disgusted. She takes down the rest of her vodka in a single gulp and looks with a pleading glance to Christain "I.. think I should vacate the premesis. I wasn't built to handle such stimuli, i'm afraid."

Christian Gallagher [PT]: "They keep them fairly clean on a regular basis," he murmurs, the good doctor's comment muting him just a touch.

antonio pavaltos: He peeks out through his hair at Adriana, a curious expression in his eyes before he drops them.

Christian Gallagher [PT]: He looks to Adriana and smiles a little bit, nodding slightly. "If you're not comfortable. It was a pleasure meeting you, Adriana."

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana bites her tongue, resisting the urge to remind Antonio that he's a biped.

Sha-Sha: ((Um...could adjust to say that Alex and Tony pulled Sha over in that direction?))

Alexander Donovan: ((Fine, Alex took her by the hand and dragged her back then. *nods* He wants to meet the people she was around when he came in.))

Christian Gallagher [PT]: ((Hey, whatever works for me. *G*))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana gives the edge of her glove a nervous tug and backs away, tripping over her chair and stumbling to the ground. "Oh.. just.. fuck." She states quite frankly with a disgusted look to the floor.. which she's currently piled on. "Now I'm going to HAVE to burn this outfit."

antonio pavaltos: (and figure wherever Alex stopped, that's where Tony dropped)

Alexander Donovan: ((Hey now. I have enough people taking my brain cells already. Don't need another taking a share. Not enough to go around.))

Sha-Sha: *She looks over at Adriana, a meek look on her face.* I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make you so uncomfortable, really.

Alexander Donovan: Alex stands up and offers his hand to Adriana to help her up.

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL* Um...could we say Sha's comment went before Adriana fell?))

antonio pavaltos: He blinks at Adriana, giving a quick glimpse to Alexander, to see if he should move to attempt to help the lady or not.

Christian Gallagher: ((*Kicks the PT out of his tag and cheers*)) He looks over at Adriana and winces. "Oh, shit..."

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana waves his hand off, attempting to push herself up with aid from the chair she'd tripped over. Damn thing.. if you were mine.. I'd mince you up to line Rocha's litterbox.. She manages to get to her feet with a bleary gaze to Sha Sha. "You did make me quite uncomfortable, dear. But you can't be blamed for my unseemly condition. I appologize for wanting to shoot you."

antonio pavaltos: He just relaxes then as Alexander does his normal and takes control of things. He sips at his warmed wine, watching them quietly.

Alexander Donovan: Alex leans back in his chair then. "Well, I certainly seem to have come in at a good time. Alexander Donovan." He offers Adriana a bit of a bow, and offers his hand to Christian.

Christian Gallagher: He reaches out and takes the offered hand, smiling to Alex, though he's a bit distracted by Adriana and her apologize for murder impulse. "Christian Gallagher. A pleasure."

Christian Gallagher: ((apologies. Damn, I'm just all off on word choice tonight.))

antonio pavaltos: He gives Adriana a rather owlish expression, although luckily his hair covers most of his lowered head. This woman seemed to have a violent nature about her.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana takes a deep breath and brushes herself off, smoothing her tunic blouse back over her skirt as not to look so frumpled.

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles, and finally reacts to their looks at Tony. "You can pet him, he won't bite. ...well, unless you ask him to." ((I didn't even notice until you said something))

Dara : *brows furrowed, she wanders back as she shuts off her cellphone, chewing on that lipring and looking to see if teh others were still there*

Sha-Sha: *She smiles at Adriana.* Thanks. Friends?

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana gives a tiny squint to Alexander, looking from him and the unseemly man on the floor. "Why is everyone intent on biting me this evening? I promise you.. I most likely taste like disinfectant and vanilla body wash." She stumbles a bit and digs a fresh pair of gloves out of her purse, having soiled the ones she's wearing.

antonio pavaltos: At Alex's remark, he raises his head, like a good little pet and gives them both a little smile, though not making actual eye-contact. Alex didn't give his name, so he doesn't speak.

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks sharply, letting icy blue eyes fall on Sha sha. "No." she states in a shrill tone. "If you'd like you can label me as a loose aquaintance at best." She hiccups and slips her gloves off, stuffing them into the purse. With haste she replaces them with a fresh pair, this time a thin white cotton.

Christian Gallagher: He smiles ruefully at Alexander's comment and Adriana's reaction, leaning back to drink the last of his Weinhard's Private Reserve. He looks to a waitress, ordering another of the beers.

Sha-Sha: *She blinks, startled by the rejection. Her mouth opens and moves but no reply comes. It takes her a moment to manage a simple.* Ok.

Dara : *taking a chance she wanders back to where they were(the table?), drink held in both hands as she sips from it*

Alexander Donovan: Alex chuckles at something, and winks at Sha-Sha as he says. "That's OK. tony'll be your freind." Alex looks down at the good pet and grins. "Won't you?"

antonio pavaltos: He notices Dara then, and gives her a little smile and a very quick nod of his head before he lowers it down again, very much in mode tonight, it seems.

Alexander Donovan: "Welcome back Dara. I've just been talking with your commrades."

Christian Gallagher: ((The table, yep!)) He looks to Adriana and Sha-Sha, lips pursing helplessly. Soft blue eyes fall on Dara and he smiles to her, nodding to her. "Welcome back."

Adriana Carmichael: She pulls each glove tightly around frail elongated hands with a practiced grace. Now.. if only she could walk. She sways a bit in her stance and looks back toward the door. She gives another confused look to the man on the floor before stumbling away from the table. "I.. think I need to lie down."

antonio pavaltos: (oh hell, he just turned Tony loose on her...) His eyes flutter up to Alexander, then over toward Adriana, and he nods to him, voice soft as he murmurs, "Yes, Sir, Mtolo." He moves rather gracefully the few feet over to her, a half crawl, half roll, then nuzzles her leg with his head, a rather innocent seeming gesture of greeting/affection from the boy.

Dara : *she gives a bit more of a grin to tony, looking up to alex and blinking, tilting her head* ya?

Alexander Donovan: "There are beds right over there." Alex indicates the daybeds, knowing perfectly well she's already seen them. "And some more interesting furniture that way." indicating the dungeon.

Christian Gallagher: He rises from his seat with a murmured "Excuse me" to those there, taking a few steps toward Adriana. "Adriana...can I help?" His head tilting to the left, watching her with a calm, pleasant expression on his face. "Maybe I can help you to a cab, or somewhere where you can lie down and regain your bearings for a moment."

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL*)) *She laughs and reaches out to squeeze Alex's hand.* Thanks. *She blinks as Tony nuzzles her leg, then smiles and reaches down to run her fingers lightly through what she can reach of his hair.*

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana's eyes widen at the man crawling around her feet "If you touch me.. I'll strike you. Subjugated or not.. i'll not tolerate that sort of unseemly behavior. Cease!"

antonio pavaltos: (okay, wrong character there, must read more carefully - SHA-SHA, not Adriana! That means the good doctor won't shoot poor Tony...good)

Christian Gallagher -> antonio pavaltos: ((I think he turned Tony loose on Sha-Sha. *S*))

antonio pavaltos: (although that response is great!)

Sha-Sha: ((*giggles even more* and I missed that the wrong name was there. *L*))

Dara : thanks*another smile to christian, watching tony crawl over towards the other woman*

antonio pavaltos -> Christian Gallagher: (yeah, I'm tired and misread that)

Adriana Carmichael: She shakes her head adamantly to Alexander "I'll not lie even a thin layer of semen and sweat.. not to mention other infectious bodily fluids. No, sir." She says in disgust. She looks to Christain with a scared glance.. like she expected him to pull a tony and start humping her leg.. or some such odd behavior. "I.. I'm fine.." she lies.

Adriana Carmichael: (lol. good. delete the cease part then)

Alexander Donovan: Alex pulls Dara into his lap as Tony heads over to Sha-Sha.

Christian Gallagher: "No, you're not," he says softly. He stays out of her personal bubble, but stays there, with that same soft smile. "Let me at least call you a cab and escort you there. I promise, nothing untoward, nothing unseemly."

Dara : *ok, tony busy with shasha, christian helping adriana, she blinks a bit and tugs at the hood on the sweater making sure it stays on her head, sipping at her soda*

antonio pavaltos: He leans into Sha-Sha's touch, glancing up then curiously at Adriana as if he didn't understand what in the world she was babbling about, again a rather odd contrast in sensual innocent on his face.

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a suspiscious squint to christain and backs away slowly. Untrusting and quite intoxicated. She stumbles and nearly falls on her bum a second time.

Dara : *then she gets tugged into alex's lap and she meeps with wide eyes, backpack slipping to teh ground, blushing deeply, but she doesnt move away* um.....h..hey?*sheepish grin*

Christian Gallagher: He sighs as she stumbles again, keeping himself, with effort, from reaching out and stablizing her. "Please. For my sake, so I feel less worried. Can I call you a cab?"

Sha-Sha: *She looks between Adriana and Tony, sucking in her lip for a moment, just waiting to see what happens next.*

Adriana Carmichael: She shakes her head, stumbling toward the exit. "I.. needn't a cab. If I'm to stay in the city tonight.. I'll require accomidations. Certainly there's a place within walking distance.."

Alexander Donovan: "So, I take it you two have met before I arrived today?" Indicating Sha-Sha and Dara, since they were both here first... and the other two are moving away at a stumbling pace.

Christian Gallagher: God dammit...the woman's going to get herself mugged. He looks back toward the table, nodding a moment as if to say 'I'll be right back,' then turns to start walking after the doctor.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana pushes her way out the door with a squint down the street. Where was I again? She looks with bleary eyes for a hotel in the vicinity. Something to meet her required standards.

antonio pavaltos: If Sha-Sha stops petting him, he just remains quiet on the floor, sipping at his drink, seeming quite comfortable and content down there.

Dara : ummmm....briefly? prolly aint even been an hour since I found out her name.....*glancing to shasha*

Sha-Sha: *She gives Christian a small wave. Then looks at Alex and nods a bit* Just, though I seem good at frightening people off today. *She sighs, petting Tony some more, though absently.*

Alexander Donovan: Christian: "Wuite alright, and completely understandable. Just watch out for Mace."

antonio pavaltos: A little nuzzle at her leg anytime she touches him. (and to make clear, I mean Sha-Sha! Sorry for all the confusion earlier)

Alexander Donovan: "Well, the three of us are still here." ((Quite. Quite. And you thought your misspellings were bad))

Christian Gallagher: He walks out the door, patting the bouncer on the shoulder on the way, and continues walking along, next to Adriana, as if it were perfectly natural that he was heading in the same way she was. "Best hotel in this vicinity is the Chealsea Savoy, about a block and a half that way." He points west, past 7th Street. "It's not far."

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL* sokay)) *She looks down at Tony and smiles at the nuzzles.*

Adriana Carmichael: She gives another suspiscious squint to the man, stumbling clumsily down the sidewalk. She catches herself on a lamppost. "Why do you feel the need to follow me? I.. I know precicely where I'm going."

Christian Gallagher: "Because I'd like to know you made it there without getting mugged, raped, or killed," he says with a shrug, lighting up a cigarette. "As long as that's all right with you."

Harmony Christenson: She walks into the club, She seems not to be going for the goth look tonight. Slumming it in a pair of rei[p[ped and torn jeans, that are lose on her figure. A baby doll tee, and a leather jacket. The collar is around and in evidence around her neck. She is not wearinf her heeled boots but a pair of tennis shoes. Her hairs is lose and it cascades over one of her shoulders. She looks around trying to find someone as she walks through.

Adriana Carmichael: She frowns, stumbling along "I haven't got time to be killed.. that would put me well past my scheduled deadlines."

Alexander Donovan: d10: see?: 5,6,3,2,3,

Alexander Donovan: Alex maybe sees someone come in, but only gets a passing glance through the crowd. "So, do the ladies have a request for the evening?"

Harmony Christenson: d10: Per+alert: 6,10,10,6,3,1,

Dara : *she looks to tony nuzzling shasha and chuckles softly, amazingly still on alex's lap unless he moves her, weighing like nothing*

antonio pavaltos: (oh, that's a quote if I ever heard one!)

Sha-Sha: ((*LMAO@Adriana*))

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah. I bet that would be inconvenient." He sighs, walking along beside her. "So how about we avoid said inconveniance, and let me walk you there?"

Harmony Christenson: She spots the crowd of people. only slightly hesitant, her beautiful face slightly pinched, but she continues on over to where Alex and Tony are at.

Sha-Sha: *She looks over at Alex.* I just want to have a good night.*She smiles.* Don't really have a plan for that.

Adriana Carmichael: She plants her moderate loafers to the concrete and leans feebly against a lamppost. "And who's to say that you won't carry out all three? Look.. I don't know you.. You don't know me.. What say we skip the small talk and the pathetic attempts at chivalry.. and establish the fact that being in my pescence is something you'll eventually avoid like the plague. In return.. I'll stay as far away from your little house of sin in the future."

antonio pavaltos: d10: Perc+Alert: 9,4,8,10,9,6,3,

antonio pavaltos: d10: : 8,

antonio pavaltos: (well, now that he can see that fly on the wall...) He spots Crystal (Harmony) in the crowd, and gives her a smile as she approaches.

Harmony Christenson: She see's Tony's smile through those always half lidded eyes of hers and smiles in return. She makes her way up to Alex, a nod politly to Dara who is on his lap. A tilt of her head to Alex, an unspoken question'do you still want your kiss?'.

Dara : *she just shakes her head, fidgeting with the glass in her hands as she sips from it* no requests

Alexander Donovan: Alex pulls 'Crystal' down for a kiss by the collar. "Hello Crystal. Out for a night on the town?" ((And a note, Cry's collar has an amblazoned lion head that matches the lion head buckle on Tony's collar))

Alexander Donovan: "Tony, perhaps she would like a foot rub rather than you just sitting there?"

Christian Gallagher: He frowns deeply. "First off, it's not 'my little house of sin,' it's one of many clubs I spin records at. Second off, if I wanted to mug you, I'd have slipped something into that Grey Goose you've been downing, and you probably wouldn't have noticed, drunk as you are. Third, if I wanted to rape or kill you, I could have done it in the dungeon area where no one would have thought your screams to be anything more then pleasure or pain of very rough sex. Fourth, I don't have sex in the Limelight. And fifth, I consider this to be a rather valiant attempt at chivalry, because a pathetic attempt would have been to give it the college go and then let you walk out into the night. Now, you're making it to a hotel tonight, and nothing's going to happen to you. And it's going to happen whether you let me walk you there, or whether I pick you up and carry you there. And I'd really rather see you keep at least SOME of your dignity tonight. So do we have a fucking deal, or not?" He folds his arms across his chest, staring at her.

Harmony Christenson: She kisses him back, very enthuasic and deeply, with as much passion in it as she can muster. She whispers something to Alex and reaches her hand up to where his is on the collar, holding his hand. Then she straightens and say. "Could bve, I think I lost my date somewhere around 50th, though." a shrug of her shoulders.

Adriana Carmichael: Her icy gaze falls to a glare on the man. "How DARE you speak to me in such a manner?! Why.. I.." She stumbles away from the lamppost only to fall on the ground. "If I weren't so intoxicated I'd be outraged!"

Dara : *when he pulls harmony down for a kiss while shes still in his lap she squeaks quietly, biting her lip around the lipring hard, squirming from his lap*scusemeforafew...

Christian Gallagher: "You're intoxicated AND outraged," he says, watching her fall on her ass. "A multi-talented woman, obviously. Now, do we have a deal, or not?"

Alexander Donovan: Alex pats Dara on the shoulder. "Sorry Dara. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Alex slides something into his pocket.

antonio pavaltos: He gives Alexander a little smile as he bites his lower lip, perhaps showing just a touch of that mischeviousness that he, at rare times, shows in private. He puts his drink down and moves to take off Sha-Sha's shoes.

Adriana Carmichael: She struggles to push herself up. "I sign nothing without my lawyer present. I'm fully aware of my rights young man." She looks down the sidewalk with a squint. Where did she put that damn hotel.

Sha-Sha: *She watches Alex, then looks down at Tony and blinks as Alex commands him. Not sure what to make of it.*

Christian Gallagher: He sighs and holds out a hand...last-ditch effort. He raises his other hand, waving down a cab.

Dara : *when he pets her on teh shoulder she squeaks again, sliding to an ungraceful seat on her rear as she grabbed for her bag, closing her eyes as her cheeks turn bright pink and she slides those goggles over her eyes, shaking her head* s'alrightsnothinalexdonworryboutit

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana nods at the man and stumbles past, hand ignored. "Good.. you're leaving. I'll be on my way, then."

Alexander Donovan: Harmony: "I take it the date wasn't going well then?"

Sha-Sha: *She looks down at Tony, simple platform sandles to go with the dress tonight, easily removed. She certainly doesn't protest.*

antonio pavaltos: When he gets her shoes off, he begins to slowly roll his hands over her feet, then starting at the toes, begins to massage them.

Harmony Christenson: "Well I better get going, see if I cannot at least attempt to find my date forthe evening." a mischevious grin. "Should be fun." She winks to Tony and kisses Alex once more before turning to leave.

Christian Gallagher: "It's for you. Stop walking, before you fall again and hurt yourself with the difficult task of staying upright." The cab pulls up to the side of the street, and Christian moves to the door, opening it up for her. "Get in. You're going, I'm not."

Alexander Donovan: Harmony: "I do expect you to take advantage of your present."

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana ignores the man and continues stumbling down the sidewalk.

Harmony Christenson: She turns her head around and winks. "oh I will do not worry about that."

antonio pavaltos: Softly spoken to Crystal (Harmony). "Night, Crystal."

Sha-Sha: *She closes her eyes after a moment.* Mmmm. Oh that feels good.

Christian Gallagher: He glares at her, and shuts the door, waving the cab off after slipping a couple bucks into the slot through the back for the cabbie's trouble. As it drives away, he turns and starts walking with her. "You can be a real bitch when you're drunk, you know that?"

Dara : *she just stays sitting there on the ground,one hand on her head and bag before her, goggles over her eyes(that are closed underneath), soft clicking coming from inside her mouth as she breathes deeply

Harmony Christenson: "Have a good night sweetie." she says to Tony.

antonio pavaltos: He looks over at Dara, now sitting on the floor with him, and leans over and nuzzles her shoulder, his hands still rubbing Sha-Sha's feet.

Alexander Donovan: Alex pets Dara while she's on the floor.

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a pathetic laugh, stumbling down the sidewalk. "I assure you I'm no more pleasant when I'm sober. Run along, now dear."

Sha-Sha: *She opens her eyes as Tony leans towards Dara, watching him, Dara and Alex, quietly.*

Dara : *she almost flinches at the nuzzle, but manages to sit still, sneaking a peek to alex when he pets her*

Christian Gallagher: He keeps walking, pointing out an alleyway half a block in front of them. "You see there? Friend of mine was mugged and killed there a few years ago." The finger points a little further down. "And there, a 16-year-old girl was gangraped early last year. Now, do you want to become a fucking statistic, or would you like to endure my presence for another five minutes while we walk to the hotel?"

Harmony Christenson: Seeing them all havbing a good time, she turns and heads towards the door a hand pressing to her stomach as she goes.

antonio pavaltos: d10: Perc+Empath (Dara): 9,3,8,10,6,4,

antonio pavaltos: He blinks at Dara, watching her curiously through partially downcast eyes.

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches as she Harmony leaves, getting a bit of a serious look on his face while she's still inside.

Adriana Carmichael: "You know.. your incessant warnings of the obvious dangers of the city really aren't phasing me in the slightest. I can take care of myself. If someone means me harm all that badly.. I highly doubt that YOU could do much to prevent their actions. Now. Run along.. Choke down some more azidothymidine.. and leave me be."

Alexander Donovan: Still petting Dara though, unless she stops him.

Adriana Carmichael: (i've got 5ish min before I HAVE to go to bed. *G* this's been a blast, though)

Christian Gallagher: His jaw sets, the woman's words striking him hard. He glares at her for a long, long moment, before shaking his hand. He looks like he might spit at her for an insant, before he just turns and starts stalking away, back toward the club. "Fine. Fucking die, then, bitch. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Dara : *she doesnt stop alex from petting her, eyes just going to the bag in front of her, curling her thigh high stockinged legs closer instead of having them splayed out like they were(considering shes wearing a skirt*G*), goggles still on, soft clicking coming from her mouth*

Christian Gallagher: ((*Grins and hugs the Scarlet* It has!))

antonio pavaltos: He blinks at Dara, and while he doesn't stop massaging Sha-Sha's feet and ankles, he does lean over and rests his head against Dara's shoulder, a comfort gesture.

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny frown. Damn.. that was harsh. Even for her. She peeks over her shoulder before stumbling forward, making her clumsy way to the hotel to check in for the night.

Harmony Christenson: She doesn't turn around but keeps walking pressing her hand to her lower back streaching a bit, and the rolling her shoulders, a shake of her head, she doesn't even know if they are watching her, she actually believe they would be engrosed with their other female companions which is why she slipped out as quick as she did. She stops once and air kisses some red head and then slaps her on the ass before continuing on to the door with a waye behind her.

Adriana Carmichael: (k. i'm out. Thanks guys *hugs*)

Alexander Donovan: Alex winks at Sha-Sha. "Nice, isn't it?"

antonio pavaltos: (*Hugs* I have LOVED just reading your posts!)

Alexander Donovan: Alex is watching her go, and wondering why such a quick entrance and exit. But he does have an image to maintain.

Adriana Carmichael: (awww. *blushes* danke. have fun guys.)

Sha-Sha: *She looks up at Alex and smiles and nods* Yeah it is. How have you been?

Sha-Sha: ((Night hun!))

Christian Gallagher: He slips up the steps of the former church and past the bouncer, into the club. Looking much the worse for wear from when he left. Nothing remaining of his pleasant demeanor...he looks over at the group of massaging, petting people at the table he was at and flinches before making his way to the bar.

Dara : *when tony leans his head against her shoulder she just keeps her eyes down and slowly shuts them*

Harmony Christenson: And she slips out the door and catches a cab home. Exaustion overtaking her. But at least she got the car to him. that was the main point of tonight. ((Hugs* thanks for the scene all))

Alexander Donovan: "I've been doing quite well. For the most part. Except for the occasional crazy that takes offense at my lifestyle."

antonio pavaltos: (*hugs* Thanks for coming in!)

Sha-Sha: d10: per+alert: 2,1,2,4,

Christian Gallagher: ((YEEEEESH, Sha-Sha...thanks for taking the botch for the night for us...))

Alexander Donovan: ((OK, I was going to roll to see if Alex saw him come back in, but now.... ))

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 5,3,8,4,7,

Sha-Sha: *She laughs a little at the comment.* Yeah. Or get upset when you try to help them.

Christian Gallagher: He nods to the bartender, getting another Wienhard's and slumping onto a stool. He checks his watch...fuck, he's missed his start for his deejaying, now. Brian'll be up there all night. He sighs and leans forward on the bar, taking a couple good swigs of the brew.

Alexander Donovan: Alex glances over at the now very sour man who was so pleasane a moment ago. He motions to a chair if the man looks their way, but also turns in his chair, firmly planting both legs on either side of Dara. His hands drop down to her shoulders and begin a bit of a massage as well.

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL* At least she's simply unobservant...If she'd have been on the dance floor or something...she'd have had to hide forever in shame.))

antonio pavaltos: Tony, being rather being rubbing Sha-Sha's feet, and will continue to do so until told to stop by her or Alex, and resting his head against Dara that he doesn't immediately notice Christian's return.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 9,9,1,6,9,

Sha-Sha: *She sighs a little and looks out at the dance floor. The DJ tonight has just plain been awful. They really should fire him. She's having a hard time pretending to simply brush off Adriana's reactions earlier.*

Christian Gallagher: He looks over his shoulder, watching the group and the amounts of touchy-feely still going on. He stares for a long moment, before smiling very faintly and shrugging helplessly and shaking his head to Alex, looking back to his beer.

Dara : *swallowing hard, the clicking stops and she just lets alex rub her shoulders, which are VERY stiff, the sweaterhoodie definately in teh way of doing much good if any at all, not looking up once*

Alexander Donovan: Well, Alex isn't going to ask her to disrobe, but he has the muscle to do some good. Not a huge amount of technique. But some. "Perhaps your other companion would prefer if everyone were actually seated in a chair?" Alex tilts his head back toward Christian at the bar.

Sha-Sha: d10: try again?: 8,5,8,3,

Sha-Sha: *She looks to see who Alex is talking about and finally notices that Christian returned. She chews her lip and looks back at Alex.* Maybe he doesn't like being touched either?

Sha-Sha: ((*and loses distractions finally*))

antonio pavaltos: d10: Perc+Alertness: 8,2,6,3,4,5,5,

antonio pavaltos: His eyes scan the area, taking note of who they are speaking of. He drops his eyes then, seeming more than comfortable right where he was, but would move if Alex directs him to.

Christian Gallagher: He reaches up to scratch at he back of his neck, Adriana's words ringing in his ears still. A snort, and he takes another good swallow of the beer. Expression slowly turning from hurt to bitter.

Dara : *she still doesnt bother to look up, taking a deep breath and rubbing her hand under the goggles within the hood for a moment, nabbing up the backpack and slipping over to a chair and up into it soundlessly*

Sha-Sha: *She looks over at Dara.* You okay?

Alexander Donovan: "C'mon Tony, up and relax."

Dara : *shaking her head and shrugging is about the most response shasha gets, half leaning forward on the bag on her lap*

antonio pavaltos: He gives a quick glance to Alex, then goes about putting Sha-Sha's sandals back on before he rises to his feet. He pauses for a moment, leaning over and whispering something softly into Alex's ear.

Sha-Sha: *She moves closer to Dara when the girl shakes her head.* What's wrong?

Dara : *eyes shut again she just shakes her head outright to shasha, leaning her chin onto the bag*

antonio pavaltos: He moves to curl up then next to Alexander on the daybed after retrieving his glass from the floor, his legs tucked underneath him.

antonio pavaltos: (alter that to a chair next to Alex, he would still all but curl up into it though)

Alexander Donovan: "Dara, If I've done anything to offend you..."

Christian Gallagher: He leans forward against the bar, hands rubbing over his face, up through his hair. He gives a tired look to the incompetant deejay and mutters something, looking over to the bartender and smirking. "One of those nights, huh?" The 'tender grunts and nods, patting Christian on the arm comfortingly before moving down to help other customers.

Sha-Sha: *She sighs and begins playing with the dart around her neck.*

Dara : you didnt....*shaking her head, voice nearly a murmur* Im jes....a bit messed in tha head from things is all....sorry....*murmuring something about wishing she had a vodka or something*

antonio pavaltos: He looks up at Alexander at Dara's murmur.

Alexander Donovan: Alex nods to Tony, and gives a pointed look back toward Christian.

Sha-Sha: *She chews on the inside of her lip, studying Dara, thoughtful.*

antonio pavaltos: He rises at the nod from Alexander, it seems very adapt now at reading even subtle body movements, and without a word moves to the bar, positioning himself so that he is casually leaning against Christian. He orders a vodka, a Tequilla Sunrise, another warmed wine, and whatever Sha-Sha had been drinking.

David Poe: * He is maybe six feet tall with a long and lanky build. The beginings of a soulpatch dot his chin and his hair is cropped close and black. He is dressed in a pair of leather pants and vest over a white buttondown. Entering from off the street he moves off to his usual spot in the corner to wait for his drink. *

Sha-Sha: ((Cherry Seven-up...fancy name: Virgin Shirley Temple))

Christian Gallagher: The casual leaning against him draws a slight flinch, before he glances over to Toney. Lips press tightly together, almost debating, before he offers the man an attempt at a small smile. "Hey."

Sha-Sha: *She shakes her head a little and watches Tony walk towards the bar.*

David Poe: * He takes a moment to check out the dancers before sparking up his cigarette and stareing off into the smoke. *

Dara : *brow furrowing, she rubs her hand up under the goggles within the hood again and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly and murmuring again* sorry.....brain gettin away from me 'gain...*giving a quiet smile and shrug to shasha and alex*

Sha-Sha: It's alright. Happens to all of us from time to time. *She offers a smile back.*

Alexander Donovan: "All of us at the table anyway. I've met a few who lack the required brain for it to get away from them."

David Poe: * A scowl as someone walks up to him, followed by a smile when he notices that they are bringing his drink. Large tip, then he is alone again. *

antonio pavaltos: He gives a glance upward to Christian, and a slow little smile. With a purpose given to him, he finds it much easier to make the smile and his expression just this side of sensual friendly, but not overly flirting, his soft voice holding a slight drawl to it, perhaps Southern accent. "Evenin', Sir."

Dara : yeah..lotta.....lotta brainless peeps in tha city aint theres?

Sha-Sha: *She laughs at Dara's reply.* Yeah, I suppose there are...

David Poe: * He takes out his computer and starts to write, glad that there is nothing to realy distract him for once. *

antonio pavaltos: d10: Perc+Alert: 6,4,7,3,6,5,10,

Christian Gallagher: He sighs a little bit and leans back on his bar stool, looking over to Antonio rubbing at his eyes a little bit. "How's your night going?" An attempt to be nice. Pretend the uppity doctor bitch didn't slice open a big ol' wound and pour a tenty-pound bag of salt in there.

antonio pavaltos: d10: : 9,

Alexander Donovan: "I've found that in about every city. Lots of people will help 'em by trying to think for them. Of course, you got some rednecks that do the same thing while giving themselves fancy names with religious connotations."

David Poe: * A pause for a sip of rum and then back to writing. *

antonio pavaltos: He turns his head when he hears the computer come to life, blinking owlishly at the man sitting in a club but typing on a computer. He comes back to himself in a moment though, dropping his eyes from him, then turning to Christian as he is spoken to again. "Purty good, Sir, can't complain." His order arrives and he hands the bartender a twenty from his obviously very new wallet, then murmurs softly to Christian. "My Mtolo would like to know if you wanna join us at the table?"

Sha-Sha: *She makes a bit of a face at Alex's comment.* Yeah.

Sha-Sha: d10: Per+Alert: 8,7,5,5,

Dara : thankfully my brain dont go too far when it gets away from me..*trying a soft tentative chuckle*

Sha-Sha: *She blinks a few times seeing David* Um...why on earth would anyone come into a place like this to work on a computer?

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks in that direction, shrugs and looks back. "Writing a book, maybe?"

David Poe: * He continues to type in his corner, oblivious to the superhuman hearing at the bar. *

Christian Gallagher: He obviously doesn't know what Mtolo means, but he has a good idea of who Tony's talking about. He looks back to the table...well, all the massaging and general PDA's are gone, at least. He sighs, nodding as he rises. "Advance warning...I'm not very good company at the moment. But sure."

antonio pavaltos: Murmurs to Christian, turning to head back to the table. "Maybe company'll bring your spirits up, Sir."

Dara : d10: per+alert: 8,5,10,5,5,9,3,

Christian Gallagher: "Maybe." He shrugs a little bit, grabbing a new beer from the 'tender before he makes his way along behind Tony, toward the table. He puts on his best shot at a smile as he approaches.

David Poe: {{ No, but will let you know as soon as DM and I can track it down. *S* }}

Dara : oh....huh...*noting what they mentioned....she blinks a bit, then looks towards the bar and sees christian rising*

David Poe: {{ Punts droped PM. }}

antonio pavaltos: Mission complete he nuzzles Alexander's shoulder with his cheek before he gives him his drink, then serves the ladies.

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles as Christian rejoins them. He's definately not one that lets a fish get away.

Sha-Sha: I suppose. *She shakes her head* Seems a strange place for it though.

David Poe: * He takes a long drag from the cigarette and blows a few smoke rings as the eyes look over the little screen. *

Sha-Sha: *She blinks and smiles at Tony* Thanks. *She looks at Christian.* Welcome back.

Christian Gallagher: His eyes fall on David as he crosses the club, giving him a curious once-over before looking back to the table he's approaching. "Hey, guys," he says with a nod all around, moving to take a seat at whatever seat is unoccupied.

Dara : *she definately looks surprised when shes given a drink, blinking at it a bit before looking to tony curiously*

Alexander Donovan: "Welcome back. We're just talking about 'brains on vacation'."

Dara : welcome back mistah christian...*lips twitching a bit when she says that*

Christian Gallagher: "Mmm, brains on vacation. Better then brains on the unemployment line. At least on vacation, things are hopefully sunny."

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles a bit* Depends on where the vacation is.

David Poe: * Then its back to typing and another sip of the rum. *

antonio pavaltos: He curls back up in his chair then, taking a sip of his own wine, listening silently, head lowered and eyes downcast but still looking around the club, noticing comings and goings as well as the man who seems curiously engrossed in his computer.

Alexander Donovan: "A vaction to the beutiful arctic circle in the dead of winter?"

David Poe: * He stops and checks his watch, then kills the rest of the drink before begining to put his rig away. *

Dara : s'more like if coney island were totally empty.....*chcukling softly, taking a tentative sip, surprised but pleasantly at the drink, takign a gulp of it now*

Christian Gallagher: "Okay, maybe not then," he concedes to Alex, smirking slightly. He still has that downtrodden sense to him, but the smirk has a touch of actual amusement to it, at least.

David Poe: * Once its safely packed away the boy stands and heads back across the dance floor and out the door. *

Sha-Sha: *She sips the drink she was given, looking down at it, listening.*

Sha-Sha: ((Oh hell. Just locked work keys in one of the rooms here.))

Christian Gallagher: ((Eesh! *Hugs Kittie*))

antonio pavaltos: (ouch!)

Sha-Sha: ((Right, well that means I can't do much of anything unil someone else gets here anyway. *Groans*))

Alexander Donovan: ((Oh, that's not good))

Christian Gallagher: He sighs a little, stubbing his cigarette out and going for a new one. "So what brought on the topic of brains on vacation? Random club talk, our lovely little friend the drunken doctor, or something else?"

Sha-Sha: ((I knew I was tired, so I didn't have them hanging on my belt for fear of taking them with me when I left again. *pouts* I was TRYING to avoid a problem.))

Dara : *downing the drink in record time, she blinks slowly, looking at the others, then to her watch that beeps, letting out a whining sigh* maaan...I dont want to go get sleep before being a responsible adult...

antonio pavaltos: (I can sympathize. I locked myself out at work once, and believe me that was terribly embarrassing) He looks up at Dara, then to her beeping watch as if he found it fascinating.

Dara : um...me apologizin for actin like a zombie with even more of a mental deficiency...*blushing a touch, giving an apologetic smile to christian*

Alexander Donovan: "We all have our off days."

Christian Gallagher: "Ahhh." He nods to Dara. "Don't worry about it. We all zombify from time to time. And that's why I work in clubs. Eliminates any need for sleep and being a responsible adult."

Dara : yeah...Ive been havin...an, um...off life....really*chuckling softly and shrugging, smiling despite her words, she does seem better now*

Dara : *hearing christian on why he works in clubs, she smiles, sticking her tongue out and thpthpthting softly, the barbell in her tongue showing when she does(the ball on the end of it looking like a miniature eyeball) before it slips back into her mouth, shouldering her backpack as she stands*

Christian Gallagher: "And some of us have them, too. Right there with you, sweety." He smirks faintly and looks to his drink, raising it to his lips for a drink.

Christian Gallagher: ((Yes, raising his drink for a drink. Ain't I a wordsmith tonight? :P))

Sha-Sha: ((Damn, thought I had a reprieve. Didn't work. *groans*)) *She chuckles at Christian and Dara.* Where do you work Dara?

antonio pavaltos: (he really likes that drink *nodsnods*)

Alexander Donovan: Alex lightly touches Dara's shoulder. "Stay safe."

Christian Gallagher: He looks up to Dara and nods to her. "Take care, Dara. Rough streets out there...nice meeting you."

Sha-Sha: *She nods as the girl stands.* Have a good night then...

Dara : thanks*smiling to christian, then looking to shasha with an almost smirk* an actual decent job...translation service....wouldnt think ta look I wear a suit ta work eh?*chuckling, she moves to hug alex, then tony * thanks guys.....seriously...sorry bout earlier...gimme a call huh?*looking to christian again, she leans clsoe and murmurs to him softly for a moment*

antonio pavaltos: He looks up at Dara then, giving her a small smile. "Night, Ma-am."

Dara -> Christian Gallagher: thank ya gain white knight guy*honest and warm, friendly, and maybe a bit of attraction in her tone* hopefully see ya here 'gain

Christian Gallagher: He raises a curious brow and leans in to listen to the murmur.

Dara : *nodding to everyone once more as she leans up from murmuring, she gives a wave and heads on towards the door and out it*(time to get child ready for school*hugs an poofs* thanks for the rp!)

Sha-Sha: *She laughs at the suit remark.* Interesting. *She shakes her head* Don't worry about it. *She smiles watching Christian and Dara. Cute.*

Christian Gallagher: He smiles a little bit, a touch of maybe sadness there, but genuine warmth, too. A slight nod to Dara, and he nods. "Probably will. G'night, sweetie."

antonio pavaltos: (*hugs* Thank you too! See ya later!)

Sha-Sha: ((It was fun! Thanks for letting me join in!))

Christian Gallagher: ((*Hugs the GG* Night, hon!))

Sha-Sha: *With Dara out the door, she looks back to the three gentlemen she's with. Putting on a smile once more.*

Sha-Sha: So...? ((*was supposed to be on the end of that*))

Christian Gallagher: He watches Dara head out, sighing a little bit and shaking his head with a little smile. "Sweet kid." He reaches up and rubs at the bridge of his nose a little.

Christian Gallagher: "So...what?" He looks over to Sha-Sha curiously.

Sha-Sha: Now what? *A bit of a chuckle.*

antonio pavaltos: Still staying quiet, unless addressed, he sips his wine watching the others out of that veil of hair on his lowered head.

Christian Gallagher: "Don't ask me," he says with a shrug. "My plans for the evening went out the window thanks to my unexpected detour out the door."

Sha-Sha: *She purses her lips* We shouldn't let her sour our night completely.

antonio pavaltos: (I am getting so drowsy, sorry, my mind is frozen)

Christian Gallagher: "No...no, we probably shouldn't." He runs a hand through his hair, leaning back. "That would mean she won, or some such shit."

Sha-Sha: I'd suggest dancing but...*She waves in the direction of the DJ*

Sha-Sha: It's not a matter of winning or losing. It's a matter of letting someone else's troubles bring us down, when she obviously wanted no help for them.

antonio pavaltos: (*Hugs* Thanks all for the scene! Sorry, but I gotta get some sleep before I fall out on my keyboard. Tony will stay there, per usual his quiet self, get them more drinks or whatever Alex wants him to do, then leave when he does.)

Sha-Sha: ((Night hun!))

Alexander Donovan: ((Alex's player is getting to the same point soo..)) "I think the two of you definately should do some dancing. Tony and I are going to head out and check on a few things. If you'll excuse us..."

Sha-Sha: Good night Alex, Tony. *She watches the pair head off.*

Alexander Donovan: Alex does head off with Tony, fishing keys out of his pocket and looking at them for a moment before he heads out. ((Thanks for the scene. My eyes are crossing though))

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL* It's been fun!))

Christian Gallagher: ((Night, guys! *Hugs*)) He looks after Alex and Tony, nodding a little bit, and looks back to Sha-Sha. A faint chuckle sounds on his lips. "Yeah...guess so." He looks up at the DJ, and gives him a look that just screams 'You suck and I can do your job better,' before looking back. "C'mon...the guy's a colleague, even if he is an asshole that took my shift. Let's dance a little bit."

Sha-Sha: *She laughs a bit* I'm just so glad I don't have to worry about that. *She finishes her alcohol-less drink and stands, waiting for him to head out to the dance floor.*

Christian Gallagher: He grins and stands up, heading away from the table with Sha-Sha, starting to move and twist to the music the second their moving toward the floor.

Sha-Sha: *She walks with a bit of a sway to her hips that seems entirely unconcious.*

Sha-Sha: d10: Dance: 3,2,10,5,4,1,2,

Christian Gallagher: d10: Dance: 1,2,2,2,10,7,3,

Christian Gallagher: d10: Specialty: 5,

Sha-Sha: ((*player just cries* She's supposed to be a GOOD dancer! So why is every dance roll I've ever made for her accompanied by that evil 1!?))

Christian Gallagher: It's the music. It's GOT to be the music...or maybe his mood. He just can't get into the music, his rhythm only barely on-par. He chuckles a little when he notes she's having the same troubles that he is.

Sha-Sha: *She tries, and keeps trying for a moment, then groans and, grateful that she's not the only one having trouble, she laughs* Do you want to go do something else?

Sha-Sha: ((or not?))

Christian Gallagher: He laughs a little bit and shrugs, sighing. "Honestly...I'm not feeling too good tonight. Besides the rest, I'm a little off physically...I think I should call it a night." ((Since the wife just reminded me I have work in...three and a half hours.))

Sha-Sha: *She smiles, a bit disappointed but she still smiles.* Alright then. Have a good night. Sleep well and hopefully tomorrow is fated to be a better day. *She may as well leave as well. The music just drained her ability to dance at all.* ((Ew! *hugs* Have a good one!))

Christian Gallagher: "Here's hoping. Nice meeting you, Sha-Sha. Good night." He makes his way to the door, heading out toward home. ((*Hugs* Thanks for the scene!))

Sha-Sha: Nice meeting you Christian. *She makes her way to the door soon after, grabbing a cab home. She couldn't ride her bike in that outfit after all.* ((Thank you, too! G'Night...er...day.*L*))