Keith Newcomb: The cab pulls up outside the place, and he gets out with Kae, a glance at the line. He might actually get in this time.

Keith Newcomb: He's wearing black leather jeans, of course, with a black shirt that laces up at the neck. His hair is pulled back, and he's actually wearing eyeliner, thick and black.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *looking to the outside of the place she grins* so thaaats why you picked here....Im your token T&A to get in*smirking impishly*

Keith Newcomb: He laughs and nods. "Yeah, I couldn't get in last time." Smirks, taking her hand and eventually they are chosen to go inside.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *wearing a black dress shirt with one or two buttons done(enough to keep it closed so it doesnt expose the black lacy bra), short black skirt and sandals that lace around her calf, the unruly curls are up on the sides, with a few tendrils dangling to frame her face done with dark red lipstick and kohled aqua blue eyes* thought so

Keith Newcomb: "I mean, of course not, you are a rose for my arm." He chuckles, sliding an arm around her waist and walking into the pounding beat of the lights and music.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: suuuuure riiiight...nice save slick*her head starting to sway slightly to the wave of music*

Keith Newcomb: "Drink or dancing first?" ((And I need to pause here until I get back... *S*))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: drink...so I can dance..(kk)

Keith Newcomb: ~pause~

Keith Newcomb: He nods, moving the bar, lights flashing and splashing over him. "Hey!" Trying to be heard over the music. "Two Guinness over here, man."

Keith Newcomb: ((moving TO the bar))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (aww cmon, have 'im move the bar!LOL prove his manliness*ducks*) *happy and smiling when she at least hears him order the guiness*

Keith Newcomb: ((*thwap* He doesn't have to prove it! *L*)) He gives her a wink with a grin. No, he hadn't forgotten. When they get their chilled bottles, he lifts his to clink to hers. "To life and all its wondrous chaos."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yay chaos...*lifting the bottle, she makes a slight face before lowering the bottle to her lips to take a good gulp*

Keith Newcomb: He laughs, taking a big gulp of his.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: scary....*looking about the place and the flashy lights and the dancing people and so on* its been too damn long

Keith Newcomb: "Why's it scary?" He looks around, looking for something scary. "You think skinheads are going to attack?" Referring to the latest news stories. Long laugh.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: meant scary as in its been too damn long since Ive been out somewhere.....*thpthting and nudging his arm* and why do you think I wanted the token phallic symbol with me?*chuckling softly* I may be in shape, but my fighting skills are for crap

Keith Newcomb: He raises an arm and flexes with a smirk. Although unlike many, it doesn't really come off as especially cheesy given that his bicep bulges rather impressively. "Rawr!"

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: this is where Im supposed to ooo and ahh and fawn all over the guns right?*chuckling and smirking more before taking another good gulp*

Keith Newcomb: "Absolutely." Smirks, takes a chug. "Maybe later you can fawn. We should check out the dance floor. So how's Mr. Romantic Hippie working out for you?"

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: ugh...havent even finished the first guiness and already ready to torture me huh?*shaking her head, she downs the rest of the guiness(bout half?) or at least most of it, licking her lips before nodding*..ok...now Im good to go

Keith Newcomb: Smirks all over again. "That bad, huh? C'mon, I'll help you forget him." Taking her hand as he sets his bottle on the bar. "Dance."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: huh?*blinking at the that bad, she lets him take her hand and lead her to the dancefloor...shrugging as she follows him*

Keith Newcomb: He sweeps Kae into his arms and bends her back nearly to the floor, then brings her up so close to his body she can feel every muscle.

Keith Newcomb: d10: dance: 6,5,5,7,6,3,10,

Sha-Sha: Outfit: http://www.dracinabox.com/lolita2.jpg http://www.dracinabox.com/lolita3.jpg (no gloves) *Tonight she's in this new cute lolita number. Black with short poofy sleeves and a frilly bottom. Frilly trim going down the front as well with bows on each sleeve and one in the small of her back. Her hair is now that short cut, ending just under her chin with a tendency to curl at the ends. Around her neck is still that same pendant of a regular playing dart and over her shoulder is the smallish folding purse. Pic: http://www.geocities.com/compkittie/ShaRed.jpg

Keith Newcomb: And oh, he has some moves! His body is moving as if they were unclothed and going at it with passion on that floor, the close crush of bodies not distracting him in the slightest.

Christian Gallagher: The taxi pulls up, and out Christian steps, holding the door open for Sha-Sha. The DJ is looking generally in a down mood, but he's trying for his girlfriend's sake. T-Shirt reads "Unsuspecting Victim" tonight underneath the jacket.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she blinks wide eyed but smiling and laughing as he bends her back like that, laughing more and shaking her head when shes brought back up* forgot you could dance

Sha-Sha: *She slips an arm around Christian with a soft smile, as they head for the door.* Are you going to want a drink first or dance first or just sit and watch for a bit?

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: dancin: 5,10,2,5,6,

Christian Gallagher: "Could probably use a drink," he says with a shrug, smiling a bit to her. "Then, we'll see."

Keith Newcomb: ~Black leather jeans, a velvet shirt the color of blood, black Doc Martens, his hair tied back, and he's wearing actual eyeliner, thick and black.~ He grins at Kae. "I never learned how. I just feel the music and respond." And responding, he certainly is, and he's making sure she knows it.

Sha-Sha: Alright *She rubs his back a little and pays for their way in. She looks around once inside, locating the bar before heading that direction.*

Sha-Sha: d10: per alert: 9,7,6,7,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *wearing a black dress shirt with one or two buttons done(enough to keep it closed so it doesnt expose the black lacy bra), short black skirt and sandals that lace around her calf, the unruly curls are up on the sides, with a few tendrils dangling to frame her face done with dark red lipstick and kohled aqua blue eyes* yeeeah I can....tell*chuckling again with a grin, trying to loosen up enough, lips tightening every once in a while when she moves her left shoulder but she still keeps at it*

Keith Newcomb: He doesn't stop the dancing, moving to the throbbing beat, but his hand steals over Kae's neck and along her jaw, fingers tangling into her hair to draw her head back as his lips move tantalizingly near. Dangerously near.

Sha-Sha: Hmh. Must be a different bouncer tonight. They let Keith in. *She chuckles softly and indicates the dance floor for Christian.* Looks like he's on a date.

Christian Gallagher: Bar's all the way in the back, past the dance floor. Christian makes his way along with her, apparently familiar with the place. He glances up to the DJ booth briefly before nodding to Romano, the dusky-skinned man behind the bar, and orders himself a Corona. "What do you want, hon?"

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: dancin(gettinintoit): 1,3,8,7,4,

Sha-Sha: Mmm...A glass of Reistling? *She nods at the man as well with a smile.*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she closes her eyes, trying to get into the beat, lose herself in it, but her eyes open as the fingers go through her hair and those lips move near and shes not quite as 'on' as she was before, startled just a touch...but she works through it and goes with it*

Keith Newcomb: d10: Dance: 3,2,5,4,9,3,5,

Keith Newcomb: He loses some of the beat himself and stops, laughing a bit as he says something in her ear, then steps back.

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL* They must know they are being watched!))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (*snickers* y'ever get the feeling?LOL) *when he does as well she smiles some, then blushes a touch, shaking her head to whatever he says*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: (oooooooopen?)

Keith Newcomb: ((very much so *S*))

Keith Newcomb: He laughs, giving her backside a 'friendly' pat. "I'm gonna get another drink. You want something?"

Christian Gallagher: ((Sure!)) He smiles and nods, ordering the drink for Sha-Sha. Once he pays and gets the drinks, he hands Sha hers and turns around, watching for now as he sips his beer.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: mmm...yeah....something with a 'good' kick to it...you have an idea what I like...*smiling, swatting at the hand that pats her backside while trying to do the same to his* brat *laughing with a smirk*

Sha-Sha: ((Oh dear. *L*)) *She takes and sips from her glass as well glad they didn't try to card her. A DJ boyfriend certainly had perks. She leans back against the bar watching Keith and Kae with a smile.*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: The skinhead tromps into the place, pushing his way toward the bar with his usual sneer about him.

Keith Newcomb: He laughs, sliding an arm around Kae's waist and leading her to the bar. Quirking a brow as he happens to choose a spot next to Sha-Sha and Christian. A grin. "Hey, kiddies." Motions to the bartender. "What was that drink called, Kae? Irish Carbomb?"

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 6,4,10,3,2,3,

Keith Newcomb: d10: per alert: 9,7,5,2,9,

Christian Gallagher: He takes a lean against the bar and nods to Keith, before glances over at the entering Gunther. A slight frown hits his face...that look did not lend itself well to being on Christian's good side considering current events.

Keith Newcomb: He straightens suddenly, eyes zooming to the skinhead coming up to the bar. No way! He runs a hand over his face, trying to hide a sudden smirk.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: hey..*smiling as she sees both of them, giving a wave their way as well* how you guys doing?*then nodding to keith with a huuuuge grin* yeees....irish carbomb

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He seems to be minding his own business, all things considered. He orders his usual.

Sha-Sha: *She grimaces at the drink Keith mentions and can't help but shudder at the memory.* I see you're luck's running better tonight. *She chuckles at Keith.* Hey Kaeleigh.

Sha-Sha: d10: per alert: 5,1,1,6,

Sha-Sha: *Oops, something fell out of her purse. She leans over to pick it up not noticing anything else around her for a moment.*

Keith Newcomb: He chuckles, ordering two Irish Carbombs. Moves a little closer to Gunther. "Hey, man," he says over the music. "Buy you the next one?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks over to Keith, casting a toothy grin. "Ja. Ain't gonan turn at down. Ain't seen yer scrawny ass round in a minute."

Sha-Sha: *She blinks at the frown on Christian's face, then follows Keith and notices Gunther and sighs a little. She wraps her arm around Christian.* Want to go dance? *In a quiet voice, then he wouldn't have to be around the other man.*

Keith Newcomb: "Fuck no, man, I've been busy as shit." Grins. "Where the fuck you been? Ain't seen you at Hard Times?"

Christian Gallagher: He leans over a little closer to Sha-Sha as he nods briefly to Gunther. "Hey."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: d10: p/a: 7,8,1,9,9,2,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *flicking a glance over to gunther curiously for a moment, when the drinks come she turns attention back that way with a nicely crooked grin*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He tilts his chin to Sha sha. "Hey, slutface. Ain't know this place was yer speed." He looks back to Keith, shaking his bald dome. "Got a bigger better deal. I play here every week now. I'm off tanight, though."

Sha-Sha: Gunther...We've had this discussion. Please call me by my name.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Yer name sucks." He replies gruffly.

Keith Newcomb: He puts an arm over Kae's shoulders. Gunther: "Check the skirt, this is Kae. Kae, Gunther. Yeah? Damn, man, then I'm coming *here* for some real music. The shit Hard Times is playing is whack!"

Keith Newcomb: "Getting my band together," he adds. "Still can't find no decent singer."

Christian Gallagher: He scowls suddenly to Gunther. "Don't call her that."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: hey..*nodding to gunther as she gets the shot ready to drop in the glass, looking to keith* y'ready?

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He sneers to Christain. "Back off fuckstick.. fore I break yer tiny ass." He nods to Keith. "If ya need someone ta fill in.. I got some free time. Ain't gonna let it get in the way a blutstau.. but if ya just need someone ta rock out with."

Sha-Sha: It's a damned sight better than slutface. *She sighs at Keith's comment and looks over at Christian. She'd thought this would be a peaceful night.*

Keith Newcomb: "The band's pretty hardcore. Death metal with a Greek twist. Cool just to jam." He nods to Kae, holding his shot glass over, too. "Ready as a bitch in heat."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a toothy grin, looking Kae over. "Got you a bitch what can toss em back. Nice."

Christian Gallagher: His eyes narrow, but he looks to Sha-Sha. "Yeah. Let's go dance. Not a fan of morons in my company." He takes her hand and goes to lead her off to the dance floor.

Sha-Sha: Gunther stop. Now. *She frowns then nods at Christian and heads off with him. When they are closer to the dancefloor she leans in closer.* I'm sorry hun, I thought going someplace different would help.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *After a bit, she finally gets past the doorman. Taking a moment once inside just out of the way of the door to take a long drag off her ciagrette and just take the place in. A short pause later and she heads in the direction of the dance floor.*

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He sneers and shrugs, looking back to Keith. "Bitches.." He says, dismissing the other pair. He downs his drink effortlessly.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she chuckles and shakes her head at keith, smirking to what gunther says* damn skippy...*nodding to keith and dropping the shot before chugging the drink as it should be.....yep, shes done this before, licking her lips with a grin afterwards* hot DAMN that felt good

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (damn skippy to the being able to drink part that is*G*)

Christian Gallagher: "Not your fault," he says with a shrug. "Just our luck...we go somewhere to get me off thoughts of curbstomping skinheads, and we run into..." He shrugs and gestures to Gunther.

Lee Minardi: * He's a rough looking young man in his early twenties. Standing tall at a few inches over six feet, with hard green eyes and a shaved head save for a thin, spiked mohawk of black hair. His frame is well toned and muscular, looking like he could do a little more than just hold his own if things go bad. There is a small silver cone in his left earlobe and another silver barpell just under his bottom lip, above a well trimed black soulpatch on his chin. Both arms bear elaborate tattoos of swirling flames, flowers, lightning and women in various states of undress. He is dressed in a orange shirt with the word COUNTY printed across the back and a pair of torn up jeans. On his feet are a pair of heavy OI boots. Those into ink might find him familier. {{ Fame 2 }} *

Keith Newcomb: He chugs his own drink, slamming it back, then wipes off his mouth with his sleeve, giving her a wink. He orders another Guinness for himself. "Alright, you two get what you want, last time tonight I'm gonna be generous. Fuckin' lessons don't pay too good." Back to the bar, glancing around.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *She finds a nice little spot near the dance floor that gives her a decent view of the dancers. She is a very attractive girl in her late teens or early twenties, with a pale complexion, just under average height with a petite frame curved just enough in all the right places. Long raven black hair hangs a bit past her shoulders, dyed with red streaks. A cigarette is often found dangling between her red glossed lips. Thick black eye liner and red eyeshadow highlights her brilliant green eyes. Wearing a silky smooth black mini-skirt with red lace trim, with sheer black stockings and a pair of black mid-calf spirit boots on a 3 inch stiletto heels with laces and straps, with silver skull buckles. A black satin and gothic lace strapless buister, trimed in red and laced up in the front. Around her neck is a black velvet choker, with a silver pentacle hanging from it resting in the hollow of her throat.* ((Fame 1 PM for details)) (( http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=7 ))

Lee Minardi: * A change of scene was needed. Time to check out the freaks. It takes the man a few minutes to get in the door but eventualy he strides inside, pausing to let his eyes adjust. *

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grins to Keith and orders another of his usual. "Maybe I could get Shiva ta set you guys up with a gig here once you get yer shit tagether. We could use an opener that won't show us up."

Sha-Sha: *She nods* I know. Come on...maybe dancing will help even with him here.

Sha-Sha: d10: Dance: 9,5,9,9,10,10,5,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: hey, Ill buy the next ones....not like I cant afford it...*nodding, ordering another guiness for now*

Sha-Sha: d10: Reroll: 8,2,

Keith Newcomb: "Fuckin' A. We've got two guitarists and a bassist, and I'm on drums. The sound is pretty killer."

Keith Newcomb: d10: per alert: 3,5,8,5,7,

Sha-Sha: ((*jaw...drops...*))

Lee Minardi: * He makes his way out onto the floor and slips in with the other dancers, trying to feel something in the music that just is not there. *

Keith Newcomb: He notices a really good looking figure walking in. Rather familiar. Checks out the chest. Hey, it's Roxy! And the tattoo guy.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He chuckles darkly to Keith. "Wow.. yer halfway there, scrawny. Get yer tiny ass a voice an yer golden."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: per/alert: 8,9,5,9,9,10,

Christian Gallagher: He dances with Sha-Sha, and stays by her side for the rest of the night. ((Sorry, guys, scene just got too big for me. Ping me if something that Christian would really need to react to happens.))

Keith Newcomb: Gunther: "Oh, yeah man, I forgot to tell you. My sister bailed, left town, and I gotta new place now. Fuckin' free, too." Laughs. "I buy some food once in awhile, and the roomies call it good."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she notices lee as well and grins, giving a wave his way if he looks towards the bar at all before taking a good gulp of her guiness*

Keith Newcomb: ((*hugs*))

Keith Newcomb: "Scrawny?!" He snorts. "Fuck that, man, I can round for round with you in a fight, betcha."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods to Keith. "Killer. Got me a new place not too long ago. Some shit went down.. had ta pack up from my old place. Better'n cleanin anyway.." he downs his drink.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He cocks a brow at Keith. "You gotta be fuckin kiddin me.. seriously. I ain't wanna hurtcha just ta prove a point.. But my boot'd be comin out yer nose fore you could scream uncle."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *Doesn't take to long before she gets asked to dance, moving out onto the dance floor with young man.*

Lee Minardi: * He gives a grin to Kae and steps away from whomever he was dancing with to make his way over to her. * " Never would have expected to see you in this dump. Whats up doc? "

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: ((semi afk))

Keith Newcomb: He laughs. "I ain't worried. Though you want, we could go out and do violence on others. That'd be a kick."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gains a toothy grin. "Sounds like tons a fun, blondie.. so long as you can hold yer own. You call me sometime. We'll fuck some shit up."

Sha-Sha: *Out on the floor, the dancing goddess has decided to remind the nightclub circuit how she got her rep with moves that just wont quit. She moves with the music as if born on the dancefloor.*

Keith Newcomb: He glances over at Lee, giving him a similar chin-up nod as the one Gunther usually does. A little surprised he knows Kae. His arm is still around her shoulders, unless she moved out of it.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: I needed to get ouuuut..badly....too much work home work home crap only going out for jogging.......networking tonight painted man?*smirking to him, giving keith a brief glance when she hears him before taking another good gulp of guiness*

Keith Newcomb: Gunther: "Jeff's been fuckin' hiding himself away, be good to get out again and create some serious discord."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs. "Ain't know a jeff."

Keith Newcomb: His eyes fall over the dance floor a moment. Or rather, his gaze does; eyes would be gross. Daaaaaamn.

Keith Newcomb: Gunther: "Partner in crime. Fuck, we had some serious shit goin' on. Now, he's being a pussy."

Lee Minardi: * He looks at Keith but says nothing. * " Yeah pretty much. Just networking. Doubt that I stick around for long but it was cool seeing you again. "

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He frowns, nodding. "Know how it goes. It fuckin happens. Lately I ain't have shit fer company. I rock tha fuck out.. make my money.. see my bitch.. an go home."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *She continues to dance with the young man or anyone else that catchs her fancy nearby*((distracted by RL so droping nick as to not TO room, may or may not be back in a bit))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yeah*giving a quiet grin and nod* good seeing you too...*downing some more guiness, likely draining the bottle*

Keith Newcomb: Gunther: "Can't have that, man. No fuckin' way." He smirks, then glances over at Lee, appraisingly, not knowing what his deal is most likely.

Lee Minardi: * He grins again and slips past them to get to the bar and order a shot of vodka. *

Keith Newcomb: He looks at Kae. "Hey. Didn't you say something about a new tattoo?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs, leaning forward heavily against the bar. "I ain't usually mind. Right now my bitch's been off runnin round.. Out a town er some shit. Ain't got no one ta fuck with cept tha boys. An they're all pussies."