Christian Gallagher: He's been working himself pretty hard tonight...and now, he's on a break, as his replacement takes over. Just coming down from the booth, he starts to make his way to the bar. The T-Shirt tonight reads "πMP" in a stylized, disco ball-like 70's fashion under the leather jacket. He nods to the bartender and gets a Weinhard's.

Adriana Carmichael: The crass woman steps nervously up to the club entrance. Looking very out of her element. She gives her thin black gloves a timid tug, watching the people filter in and out of the place. Her hair is down for a change, casual this evening. Trying to be, at the very least. She wears a long flowing black silk skirt and a simple white tunic blouse. (all can roll awareness diff 9)

Adriana Carmichael: (color)

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alertness: 5,4,1,6,4,5,

Adriana Carmichael: She purses her skinny lips and makes her way in. Strolling nervously toward the bar. Repeating a silent mantra to herself. You can do this.. it isn't THAT bad..

Christian Gallagher: And just classic...he manages to miss the good doctor as he lights up a cigarette, leaning back against the bar. He nods his head a little bit to the music, raising the beer to his lips for a sip.

Adriana Carmichael: d10: p/a: 6,9,6,1,2,

Adriana Carmichael: Oh! A familiar face. That helps at the very least. She gravitates toward Christain, avoiding all other human contact if possible. Weaving her way through the crowd nervously. She approaches with a stern. "Good evening, dear."

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Adriana and smiles a little, surprised to see her. "Doctor Carmichael. Evening...how are you?"

Adriana Carmichael: "I.. am well." she decides with a subtle nod. Sharp eyes blinking down to read his shirt. "Amusing." she states in a shrill tone. "I was unaware.."

Christian Gallagher: "Hmm?" He looks down and then chuckles a little. "Oh, yeah. Well, you know. My secret job and all..." He looks to the woman, head cocking to the side inquisitively. "Can I buy you a drink?"

Adriana Carmichael: She pauses for a moment, considering. After the pause, she nods hesitantly. "You.. may. Grey Goose, dear. Thank you."

Christian Gallagher: He nods and looks to the bartender. "Hey, Steve...Grey Goose for the good doctor. Clean glass. Thanks." He looks back to her. "It's...good to see you. How have things been for you?"

Adriana Carmichael: She stands a ways away from the bar, minding not to touch anything in her vacinity. "Things have been well, I suppose. Setting up a private practice. Hopefully.. it should be operational in the near future."

Jeff Brolin: *An i.d. flashed, and again, the somewhat coherent beast enters the scene. He licks at the small scar on his bottom lip, and then goes past the bouncer into the club itself.* Been a while, baby. You miss me? *He laughs faintly, but the expression fades.*

Jeff Brolin: *Yes, and this to the club. He clops over noisily in steel-toed boots, straight to the bar.*

Christian Gallagher: "Good...good for you." He smiles and nods. "I hope it goes well for you. Private practices usually do okay, right?"

Adriana Carmichael: She nods to the man. "I should hope so. At the very least I'll have the appropriate permits to carry out my research. If need be.. it shouldn't be terribly hard to land another grant. I am not worried."

Christian Gallagher: "Excellent." He takes the drink from the bartender and hands it over to her. "One Grey Goose vodka, for the lady."

Adriana Carmichael: She carefully takes the drink from the man, minding not to touch his hand. Just in case. "Thank you, dear. It is much needed, trust me." She blinks down to the vodka, giving it a careful inspection before sipping.

Jeff Brolin: An' while you're at it, a little jose for me, *he says with a wave of a hand. He looks across the bar. Hmm... a little too stiff to be his type. But the naughty librarian look was a bit hot.*

Adriana Carmichael: She purses her lips a bit, giving Jeff his space. Or more specifically.. minding her own. She takes another sip.

Jeff Brolin: *He leers. And then brightens when his shot appears.* Long time no see, Chris.

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Jeff, and raises a brow. Smiling slightly as he nods to the man. "Hey, Jeff. Been a while."

Adriana Carmichael: She stares down at her drink. If she's being looked at, she doesn't notice. She stands with a formal posture. Still very much out of her element.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She'd been changing a lot and had at one point determined never to come back. Considering now what was ahead of her, this place was nothing. And maybe dancing would help bring things out once more rather than singing. Besides, enjoy the dance while it was still in her. Dressed unusually simple tonight and not in one of her dancing costumes, she has on a dark blue bustier and matching blue leather pants riding low down on her hips, still wearing the rainbow belly ring, her long wavy brunette hair worn lose and down to her waist is streaked in dark blue as well. Makeup is simple with a dark black eyeliner to bring out her brown eyes a bit.

Jeff Brolin: *His shirt is actually simple. A tee, white, plain, with black sleeves. His jeans are blue. He looks far too normal. Some new scars stand out, along his neck and throat.* I've been busy, *he says.* Nice to get out. Who's your friend? *He looks over his shoulder, to the new entrant at the door, and he clears his throat, looking somewhat nervous.*

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks up to Jeff at his inquiry. "Associate. Doctor Carmichael." she states in a shrill tone. "Adriana, if you prefer."

Christian Gallagher: "Ahh, yeah, introductions." He nods. "Doctor Carmichael...this would be Jeff. Jeff...Doctor Adriana Carmichael."

Kaitlyn Kelly: Under her breath she says something, looking annoyed a bit but heads immediately to the dance floor.

Adriana Carmichael: She nods in his direction. "Jeff.. a pleasure." Her expression remains somewhat blank. Unsure of how to react. Keeping her distance and nursing her vodka.

Jeff Brolin: Ah, a DOCTOR, *he says with a small smirk, perhaps a twang of some accent or another. Doctah, it almost sounds like.* Very nice. Pleasure t'meet you. What are you a doc in, anyway?

Jeff Brolin: *He says this, but his eyes follow Kait. He clears his throat slightly.*

Adriana Carmichael: "My area of expertise lies in Neurology. Though I have a strong background in the medical application of more technical sciences."

Kaitlyn Kelly: Stepping closer into the middle of the dance floor, still seeming to talk to herself, which helps clear a little space for her, she stands there, listening to the music and closes her eyes, feeling the music.

Jeff Brolin: *He sighs.* Fuck, *he finally mutters. And he realizes the implications. He looks back to Adriana.* Sorry, Doc. Not t'you.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: dance/abil apt: 3,1,8,8,2,8,4,6,

Christian Gallagher: He does that easy sort of fade into the background as Jeff and Adriana talk. His eyes follow Jeff's to Kaitlyn, and he idly watches her as she makes her way to the floor.

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks a bit, surprised at his outburst. "O.. okay. No apology needed. Swear at will, I suppose. I'll not be offended."

Adriana Carmichael: d10: p/a: 7,6,4,5,6,

Kaitlyn Kelly: Not quite as good as before, and probably not with the same quality of her singing that night, she moves easily into her own tango-ish dance.

Adriana Carmichael: She looks to the pair, then to the girl, then back to the pair. "Pardon me for asking.. but if the two of you are interested in said female.. why hesitate in your approach? I've no qualms about drinking alone, I assure you.."

Jeff Brolin: *His foot taps on the rung of the barstool, and he throws back the shot with a shudder and a wince.* I mean... nothin' wrong with a little brain shit, right? You good at it?

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Adriana.* Because I like my balls JUST where they are. Thank you.

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks at Jeff. "Brain.. shit? I'm.. not entirely certain I understand your inquiry."

Jeff Brolin: Neurology. Means you study the brain, yeah? Or ... the whole... system. You any good at that shit?

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine decides to go out for the evening, she shows her ID then moves inside the club. Dressed in a dark off the shoulder gown with some embroidered silver dragons along the bottom trim. Her long dark hair is up, held by chopsticks with a few strans falling about. She's certainly attractive enough to be a model, and has the same walk of one.

Adriana Carmichael: She nods. "She wishes to detatch your testicles. There must be a story behind that one. I'll not inquire further." She takes down the rest of her vodka and sets the glass gracefully on the bar.

Christian Gallagher: "I'm not interested." He shrugs a little. "I'm with someone...and even if I wasn't...I don't date."

Adriana Carmichael: She casts an amused condescending look to Jeff. "Yes.. I'm quite good at my chosen profession. Quite good, indeed. And it IS the whole system, yes."

Jeff Brolin: *He shakes his head.* Naw, I'm sure she wants t'kick 'em up into my abdomen.

Adriana Carmichael: "She would have to kick very.. very hard."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She moves into the next song, continuing to dance a bit faster, more sensual as she tries to feel something deeper inside her.

Jeff Brolin: You've seen 'er legs, yeah? She could DO it.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: again: 9,4,5,9,1,8,9,4,

Adriana Carmichael: She shrugs. "Should you offend her to that point, feel free to look me up. Perhaps I could equip you with a pair of bionic testicles. Hardly the same, I would imagine.. but it has to be better than going without." Surprisingly enough she keeps a sterile face throughout her offer. Seems she means business.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): The young woman moves around slowly from the entrance. Standing in place long enough to take in the surroundings before she heads towards the bar.

Kaitlyn Kelly: Oh and she does move, letting herself gently brush against some of the other dancers close to her, just enough for the contact and nothing more.

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen slightly, and he offers Adriana a grin.* Ooooh... now THAT would be fuckin' awesome. "We can make him come better, stronger, FASTER." *He waggles his eyebrows.*

Christian Gallagher: He shuckles a bit at the two of them, shaking his head slightly. He glances over at Catherine, watching her approach and gives a slight nod.

Adriana Carmichael: She actually cracks a tiny smile at the man's excitement at her offer. She's doing so well! Very proud of herself it would seem. Then she actually catches his words. Blinking at his crudeness. She looks over toward the bartender, raising a daintily gloved hand "I.. feel I require another grey goose, dear. Start a tab, please. Carmichael."

Jeff Brolin: *He looks over, and he pushes himself off of the bar.* Whoop. Feel a dance comin' on. Save my seat?

Adriana Carmichael: She looks down to the barstool "So long as it doesn't involve.. touching it.. Perhaps."

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine spots Jeff, smiling alittle to herself while she looks him over. She does though look to Christian and returns his nod while approaching the bar.

Jeff Brolin: Naw, you just have to beat the shit outta people who get too close. *His voice takes on a curious quality, as he sees Katherine approach. He actually moves towards Kait.*

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny frown. "I'll do no such thing. The attendees of this venue are filthy. I'll not contaminate my person and sacrifice my sterility over a filthy barstool, sir."

Jeff Brolin: *Quickly now, faster, away from the woman.*

Adriana Carmichael: She looks to Christain. Her voice softening subtly. Quieter at the very least. "Am.. I being social yet?"

Christian Gallagher: "Don't worry, no one's taking your seat," he says to Jeff with a grin. He takes another swig off of his beer, looking to Adriana. "You seem to be doing a lot better then you did last I saw you. That's good."

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny nod, reaching forward for her vodka. "It is something I have put priority on. I have been trying."

Katherine Coventry (Fae): "Good evening." she says to Jeff as he approaches her. Seeming actually a touch suprised by that, but still grinning some.

Jeff Brolin: *He does sidle up to Kaitlyn, and leans over.* Oi, long time no see! *IF course... if he gets it all out.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: She still dances as the next song starts.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks over his shoulder, and perhaps... puts himself between her and Katherine.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: Her eyes opens at the voice. She stops dancing suddenly, saying nothing.

Christian Gallagher: "You're doing well," he says with a nod. "Jeff is...an acquired taste. Took me a while to get used to him, actually. Good enough guy, though."

lrm: ((Open?))

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana keeps drinking, paying no attention to the drama on the dance floor. Detatched. Lost in thought.

Jeff Brolin: *He stops at that too, and pauses in the dance.* Uhh.. unless it's a bad time.

Jeff Brolin: ((Jah!))

Adriana Carmichael: She nods to Christain. "He seems an exciteable type. Understandable.. considering his age, I suppose."

Christian Gallagher: ((Yep!))

Kaitlyn Kelly: She shakes her head and in that, spots Katherine. "Oh fucking......" is all she says as she just stares.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine smirks a little while watching Jeff blow past her on his way to some woman. She watches the pair with a curious gaze as she seems to consider something. Finally she turns back and moves towards the bar, moving in near where Adriana and Christian are so that she can order a glass or red wine.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Kait.* What? What's wrong? *He looks back over his shoulder. And he looks... very fearful. But back to her.* Don't pay attention yeah?

Kaitlyn Kelly: Then under her breath. "Shut up...I'm not going to do her...."

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah. A major player, too. But he means well."

Jeff Brolin: *He narrows his eyes.* I didn't fuckin' SAY you were gonna do 'er, yeah? Just... Chrissake! Just askin' you t'stay away from 'er! She's dangerous, yeah?

Moody Bleak: A flash of the card, and she was into this place that a bunch of drunken college types doing the club crawl told her about. Studying what she needed to study was getting a little on the dull side, so the tall space cadet figured that she needed a little break. It was either this or go to bed and sleep, and considering what happened last night Moody wanted to hold that aspect of life off for just a few hours more.

Adriana Carmichael: "Player.." She says, trying to place the term. "I'm assuming you're not speaking of him as a sportsman. I'm not very.. down.. with slang terms, I don't think. He uses women?"

Adriana Carmichael: (oh. all can roll awareness diff 9. i keep forgetting to mention that when people pop in)

Moody Bleak: d10: mojo rising? : 5,4,9,1,6,

Christian Gallagher: "Exactly." He nods a little bit. "He sleeps around a lot, is what I mean."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Pardon?" she looks at Jeff now, blinking, but shaking her head again and saying something again under her breath. "Stop it....get out of my head," but this time it comes out in her native Portugese.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine gets the glass of wine, glancing once more to Adriana and Christina as the two talk. Her eyes taking in the unusual pair without comment, merely sipping delicately from the wine glass.

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Katherine when she glances their way, and smiles to her a little. "Hello."

Adriana Carmichael: She nods, sipping her vodka. "Everyone has a hobby, I suppose. From what I understand he isn't the only who's chosen procreation for recreational purposes. Though I hardly understand why.."

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah...not a big fan of it myself," he says with a little sigh to Adriana.

Adriana Carmichael: She looks over her shoulder, turning to see who christain is greeting. A tiny nod to the woman. "Hello, dear."

Jeff Brolin: *He frowns slightly.* Oi, you okay? Baby, you okay?

Moody Bleak: No vibe coming out of this place, which could only be a good thing. Sinking yourself in the Whimsy was all well and good, but even the most hardened excitement junkie could use a breather. She danced through the crowd, all smiles, gazing at the occasional costume as she weaved her way through the crowd.

Adriana Carmichael: She nods to Christain. "Neither am I. The exchange of bodily fluids is a heart wrenchingly disgusting display. Even in the most sterile conditions.. the potential contaminants are seemingly endless.."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Perfect," she quickly answers him.

Moody Bleak: d10: per+alert: 6,9,9,5,2,

Jeff Brolin: Yeah, sure an' I'm a fuckin' priest. What's wrong? You pissed at me?

Katherine Coventry (Fae): "Hello." she says to first Christian, then nods to Adriana as well. The woman slowly turns her back to the bar and looks towards Jeff and Kaitlyn. "So you know Jeff?" she asks glancing again over towards Christian and Adriana.

Christian Gallagher: He looks away from Adriana. "Yeah. I know." A drag off his cigarette, looking back to Katherine.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I do not think I was ever actually pissed at you. Nothing is wrong. You took off. I took off. Life goes on."

Adriana Carmichael: She casts an apologetic look to christain. As though just realizing that he's the last person she needs to remind of this. "I.. am sorry." She says quietly. Staring down to her drink. Taking another sip.

Christian Gallagher: "Hmm?" Ahh, a different topic of conversation other then sex and catching things. "Oh, Jeff?" He smiles a bit. "Yeah, I know him. Friend of his?"

Moody Bleak: There was a passing glance to the woman that she'd seen in Grand Central Station, the one that looked at someone else that she knew, but it seemed that she was engaged in conversation with someone... maybe she'd seen that face before?
Then there was the other one, the dancer. There was a man with her and they were talking; the conversation looked a little strained. She headed that way, curiousity getting the best of her.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks frustrated, and turns from the dance floor. A grumble, as he rubs at his chest disconcertedly. Starting to head back for the bar. He almost ducks, and moves onto the other side, on Christian's side, almost using him as a shield.*

Adriana Carmichael: She looks to Katherine. "I've known him for all of ten minutes now."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She watches Jeff leave. Not a surprise again. So she looks around for the woman and it doesn't take her long to spot her, licking her lips. "Bonita...." she says quietly.

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana still stands a few feet out from the bar. Avoiding contact. Drinking her vodka.

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen. Unless Kait-p means Moody.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((Katherine. Never spotted Moody))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine sees Jeff returning before she responds, finally shrugging some while looking past the man over to Jeff. "Shall we try again?" she says perhaps directing it towards Jeff.

Christian Gallagher: "It's all right, Doctor," he says quietly in response to her apology. "Don't stress it."

Moody Bleak: That stopped her dead in her tracks. Must've looked a little funny, this tall, gangly, Olive Oyl type gazing at the south american woman. Moody tapped her on the shoulder, gently.
"S'up? Tripping the light fantastic?"

Adriana Carmichael: "Stress is innate. It cannot be helped"

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes slowly, and he gets up, moving over to Kait's side. Or at least, behind her. He grits his teeth.* I TOLD you, *he says, his Aussie accent straining.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: Between the question just asked her and Jeff suddenly appearing next to her again getting upset about something, her attention on Katerine is again deterred. "What the hell?" looking entirely befuddled now.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): "My my..." she says while she watches Jeff with her eyes return to Kaitlyn's side again. Finishing off the glass of wine as she continues to watch the interplay.

Christian Gallagher: "It's an expression. I meant, don't feel bad about it."

Adriana Carmichael: "There isn't much I feel bad for, dear. I was sorry that it made you feel uncomfortable, given the cirumtance. Not sorry that I pointed out the truth."

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply.* Angerous-day. I ... t...told you, it's not... safe, we could go somewhere... else.

Moody Bleak: "What? I just asked if you were dancing, that's all... no need to like, cut the cheese in confusion."
She didn't so much feel the strain of the man's words than feel them bonk around in her skull. Moody gave him a slightly perplexed look. "Dude, problem? What's the dealy?"

Kaitlyn Kelly: She tilts her head. "What are you talking about? Can't people speak plain English any more so I can understand. And I never remember you telling me anything. Just asking me if I was pissed at you."

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana downs her second drink. Seasoned at putting back the vodka, it seems. She sets her glass to the surface of the bar, looking about. "If I recall from my only other venture into this establishment.. the bathroom was terrifying.."

Jeff Brolin: *His breath shudders.* I told yeh, it's... *He looks back to the woman approaching. Moody. He looks... terrified.*

Christian Gallagher: He nods slightly at Adriana's words, taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair. "Fair enough. And yeah...they're a bit scummy, you could say."

Adriana Carmichael: She purses her lips. "Unacceptable. I will have to wait, then."

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine finally gives a parting nod to Adriana and Christian before she starts to slowly make her way towards Jeff, Kaitlyn, and Moody. A predatory smile slipping onto her features as she moves towards them.

Moody Bleak: "Dude. The fuck..."
What a look on that man's face; you'd have thought he'd seen a ghost or something. She looked at Kaitlyn and jerked a thumb. "What's he freaking for? You guys fooling around and the husband walked in?"

Christian Gallagher: "Sorry. I know, it's not the cleanest place...but it's a living, y'know?"

Adriana Carmichael: She nods, looking around the establishment. "I require sterile conditions. But.. of course.. this isn't my chosen profession. I can respect that."

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes slowly, trying to retain control, but as Katherine approaches, his head lowers.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: "He is not my fucking husband. Yuck. I'm a lesbian for ..... " the rest just going into Portugese as she grits her teeth, tense and stressed. "And...." more Portugese as she looks around her, up to the ceiling.

Jeff Brolin: *He is shaking. He tries to look up.*

Christian Gallagher: "I've certainly worked worse places. Some places, you didn't want to drink out of anything that even touched the bar. The toilets almost would have safer to drink out of. Back before I could call a few more of my own shots." He looks over to the confrontation on the floor, brow raising curiously.

Kaitlyn Kelly: And she is almost screaming too (forgot to mention)

Adriana Carmichael: She watches Katherine move off toward the quarrel. Watching for a brief second. "Jeff seems to have angered the foreigner. Perhaps he's a bit TOO excited at the thought of bionic testicles. I should not have mentioned the offer.."

Moody Bleak: "Or maybe it's the wife... wow. Awkward."
That woman looked as if she was baring down on somebody. Moody's head turned to Kaitlyn, then Jeff. Kaitlyn. Jeff. Then back to the woman.
She smiled, raised a hand. "S'up?"

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine moves in to the small group, looking the trio over one by one before she finally settles her eyes on Jeff. Not saying anything for the moment.

Adriana Carmichael: She turns around to order another vodka.

Jeff Brolin: *His expression is blank. He keeps his head lowered. Not moving at all, despite the music.*

Kaitlyn Kelly -> Christian Gallagher: d10: roll: 4,10,9,

Christian Gallagher: ((Slipping my ST shoes on for a moment; hence the color. Not makin' my DJ an NPC or anything. *S* Per+Awareness rolls, all.)) "God, I hope that's not what he's up to..." He sighs. "I doubt it, though. Even Jeff's not that nuts."

Moody Bleak: "Uh. Problems?"
She turned to Kaitlyn and snapped her fingers. "Gotcha. Fuck if I had any idea on your sexual mores and what-fors. No need to like, go native on me dude, none whatsoever."
The interplay between the woman and the man seemed a little... strange. Moody decided to give it a moment or two, sensing the tense air.

Adriana Carmichael: d10: per+aware: 2,6,5,9,

Moody Bleak: d10: per+aware: 6,5,6,5,3,

Adriana Carmichael: She looks to Christain with a tiny smile. "Your pun does NOT amuse me, dear.." she says. The doctor made a funny!

Kaitlyn Kelly: She gives a sigh, finally stopping her stare at the ceiling. "See, I knew you didn't exist...." said under her breath.

Christian Gallagher -> Adriana Carmichael: Adriana senses a burst of magic come from the vicinity of the dance floor...strong, surprisingly so.

Christian Gallagher -> Moody Bleak: Moody senses a burst of magic come from their vicinity of the dance floor...strong, surprisingly so. Soomething Mind-based.

Adriana Carmichael: She looks back to the quarrel. Pursing her lips with a disapproving stare. "Oh dear.." She mumbles to herself, reaching for her vodka.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine raises an eyebrow as she looks to Kaitlyn and what she's saying. "So who is your friend Jeff?" she asks with only a brief glance over to Moody.

Christian Gallagher -> Kaitlyn Kelly: Kaitlyn feels that voice sort of meld directly into her...it says two simple words. "It's time." And then she feels a sudden connection, as it seems to join with her, connecting with her mind briefly and empowering her with a sensation of ecstatic joy and freedom.

Jeff Brolin: Mine, *he says, just like that, with a slight growl. But his head remains down, and he is still shaking.*

Christian Gallagher: ((Ack, and Per+Kenning for the Fae-ish folk. Sorry.))

Jeff Brolin: ((And for Fae, Per+Kenning.))

Moody Bleak: She blinked, and then suddenly developed a defensive posture, legs slightly apart, knees a little bent. Sweet fuck that was big.
"This town just keeps you jumping," Moody muttered to herself, looking around with narrow eyes.

Jeff Brolin: ((*L* Yeah, that too.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: She takes in a deep sharp breath, closing her eyes and a smile as she shivers very hard. "You...." is all she says outloud though.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Kait.* You okay? Kait!

Adriana Carmichael: Adriana finishes her vodka and reaches into her purse for her wallet. Doing her best to appear as casual in the act as she can. But knowing that it is time.. for a hasty exit.

Christian Gallagher -> Katherine Coventry (Fae): ((Katherine feels a burst of something come forth from their vicinity...it feels joyful, ecstatic.))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine blinks some, taking a step back with a look of puzzlement on her face. "Oh my..." she says while watching Kaitlyn now.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I'm wonderful," she smiles and as if nothing had even happened, she starts to dance, though not even close to the same style as earlier.

Jeff Brolin: *He grits his teeth.* What did you do t'her? *Accusingly, of Katherine, though he still can't look up.*

Christian Gallagher: He looks around, Mister oblivious. Poor mortals, always the last to know. "Adriana?"

Moody Bleak: With no idea of where THAT came from, other than it being a hellish boost from somewhere, Moody figured that a nice boost of altered perceptions would be, in this case, something of a Good Idea. With that in mind she left the group and headed straight for the bar.
"Vodka and Red Bull," she said, looking around the dance floor, ready for anything that might occur.

Adriana Carmichael: She blinks over to Christain, forgetting for a moment that she'd been speaking to him. "Oh. I.. I need to go. I'm.. terribly late."

Christian Gallagher: "All right..." He frowns a little, concerned, but nods. "I...guess I'll see you later then?"

Katherine Coventry (Fae): "And why is it you think I am involved? Did you not claim she were yours?" she asks without moving away and still watching Kaitlyn.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks away.* You're not? *He grunts. He shivers, and takes a heavy step back.*

Adriana Carmichael: She gives a tiny nod to christain. ".. Perhaps. I.. don't imagine I'll become a regular by any means. I don't generally fray from my routine. Do you have my number, dear?"

Moody Bleak: She caught a bit of that, and she wasn't sure of what it meant, not exactly, but she could put two and two together. Moody took the drink, slammed it, felt the vodka hit her stomach. Then she spun around and looked at the group that she just left. What was happening here...

Christian Gallagher: "I do." He nods. "I'll give you a call sometime, okay?"

Adriana Carmichael: "I'll not hold my breath.. but you can if you like." She says in the same shrill tone. "Good night, dear. Take care of yourself." She moves off quickly toward the exit.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): "No, of course not." she says and takes a step forward, towards Kaitlyn. "Hello Darlling..." she says to the woman to see if that gets her attention.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks up, and he again moves closer to Kaitlyn, the dancing queen.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Oh....you're fucking hot....." she does notice and without any fear, but with total wild abandon, grabs Katherine and kisses her deeply (unless of course Katherine fights her off and pushes her away)

Katherine Coventry (Fae): (Um, nope no struggle)

Jeff Brolin: *He stops, and his eyes widen at that. He shudders. Swallows.*

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine does seem suprised by the kiss, after a moment she does return it and slips an arm around the small of her back.

Christian Gallagher: He looks over to Moody, watching her strangely, then looks back to the floor. He sighs when he sees Kaitlyn hop on Katherine, so to speak. "Limelight business as usual..." He orders himself another drink. "Put Adriana's tab on mine," he tells the bartender.

Jeff Brolin: *His foot taps, in rhythm to the music. His head bobs, and he rubs his hands together.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: When she comes up for air, she notices Jeff there. "Well.....what did you expect?" And reaching over, she grab an arm around his neck, pulling him in and kisses him as well. Unless he does resist it.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Fuddle (Kait)(WP): 9,5,3,2,7,

Jeff Brolin: *He looks surprised, but doesn't resist, and that actually DOES interrupt the cantrip, which fizzles.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((Did you want to not do that since I didn't realize he was going to do something and she already tried something with him?))

Moody Bleak: Now, she needed to make a choice.
Mind magic of some sort was involved. Snippets of conversation, the look on the man's face, what he said, what she said, and now this. She prepared herself, symbols flashing in her mind one after the other in rapid succession, when she heard the man mutter something.
"Dude. You say something?"

Jeff Brolin: ((No, the Fuddle fizzled anyway. I didn't realize Katherine tried something.))

Adriana Carmichael: (adriana's already paid for her drinks. And unless someone needs some more crass doctor in their life, i'm out.)

Moody Bleak: ((Hmm. That's not roll-worthy, right?))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine remains close, watching Kaitlyn very closely and now towards Jeff and the little grin on her lips.

Jeff Brolin: ((The Cantrip didn't go off, so no. No roll.))

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Moody, raising a brow. "Hmm? Oh, nothing. Orgy on the dance floor...Limelight business as usual." He takes his drink with a thankful nod to the 'tender, and moves away from the bar, toward the DJ booth. "'scuse me," he says to Moody. "I'm back on-shift."

Christian Gallagher: ((Ahh, Delete that part about the tab, then...missed it.)

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Katherine, over his shoulder. Ew. Kait tastes of HER.*

Moody Bleak: "I don't think I'd go that far dude," she said, a small frown on her features as she considered what was happening, watching the man as he left. Nothing wrong with the orgy on the floor, not in Moody's eyes, unless one of the participants was under the influence of someone else's control.
That was the crux of the problem right there.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Nonononono! I wanna dance dammit!" she keeps trying to dance. "Listen to that music. It is like nothing I've ever heard!"

Jeff Brolin: Then we can fuckin' dance outside, *he says quickly. He winces.* C'mon.

Christian Gallagher: Okay, so he's done better. But at least it's functionaly. He settles in as best he can, though he's not able to keep from watching the trio on the dance floor. He sighs and shakes his head a little as he spins.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): And Katherine helps guide the trio towards the door. "You can dance to a different type of music..." she says in a seductive whisper, the grip a bit more forceful to keep her moving. If necessary dropping a hand to ass to take her mind off the music.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "But the music!" she still just keeps moving against them both, only half resisting and not yet aware of where they were taking her. "Dance with me!" she pleads.

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes that desperation in; it's his style, it's everything he WANTS... it is almost painful to refuse her. His heartbeat races, and his eyes go somewhat vague.* Please... Kait, come on.

Moody Bleak: Okay, time to interrupt this.
Moody figured that this sort of behavior, combined with what she'd heard, listening into the conversation, was ethically manky. Whoever these people were, they seemed to be taking advantage of Kaitlyn, one way or another. Time to use an old rote, one The Dude had taught her.
She let loose, the target being the woman.
((Cultist Rote: Nostalgia: Negative))

Kallista: She slips in the door, eyes narrowed as she looks around. Ahh, to be in the right place at the right time...she stops right inside the door, dark eyes scanning the place.

The woman who approaches is a very attractive woman in her mid-twenties, likely of Mid-Easter or Mediterranean extraction. Her black hair is wavy and long, and her complexion is a dusky olive tone. She's wearing leather pants, a vinyl tank top cut off just below her breasts, and sandals with leather straps that go halfway up her calves. She's festooned with rings, necklaces, and pody jewelry. The number "23" is tattooed within a fairly large five-pointed, pentacle type star (minus the circle) on her left shoulder, and a golden apple with "Kallisti" written in Classical greek is inked onto the small of her back. She's more of a force of nature then a person, with something inexplicable about her...a sense of a frenzied, almost savage dynamism.

Moody Bleak: ((Do I have to explain that one?))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): (Um... someone should :) )

Kallista: ((No, you do not have to explain to the ST who knows the CoX book verbatim that one. *S* Although it may be nice to know what trigger she's tying it to, if any))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): (Waiting for my response till I know)

Kallista: ((And some rolls would be nice, too.))

Jeff Brolin: ((Likewise.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((I'll be doing a quick brb while you do this. I have to wait to see what she does as well.))

Moody Bleak: ((Mind 3, Time 3. The Cultist actually conjures up her target's memory of some overwhelming stimuli they felt in the past, forcing the target to feel the sensation again as if it had just happened, which makes the experience a very personal one))

Moody Bleak: ((I know, I was getting to that. No trigger has to be involved for the making of this rote, it can be free formed. Rolls coming))

Moody Bleak: d10: Arete (wp): 1,1,7,

Moody Bleak: ((WOW. Does that count as a botch with the wp?*L*))

Jeff Brolin: ((with the one success, it doesn't.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((back))

Kallista: ((Moody, in the future, when I say you do not need to explain a Rote, do not worry about explaining it, all right? And for the record, it's only Mind if you tie it to a trigger.))

Moody Bleak: ((So it fizzled. Or is it just a +1 to the rest of the rolls?))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine continues guiding, obviously the one with the forceful personality or whatever. "We'll all dance when we get outside and away from here. The best kind of dancing..." she implies while walking. Now, definatley grabbing Kaitlyn's butt to drive the point on.

Jeff Brolin: *He continues pushing Kait towards the door. So very careful not to touch Katherine.*

Moody Bleak: ((Sorry, I just type slow))

Kallista: ((+1 to any more rolls.))

Moody Bleak: ((I think she's commited))

Kallista -> Moody Bleak: ((And FYI, you do typically have to explain how many rolls you're making in advance. Letting it slide, 'cause that's my bad, I don't think I ever told you that.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: She is still dancing through as she's getting moved out the door. There is no outward signs of her being made to do anything against her will, she is happier than Jeff may ever remember seeing her before.

Moody Bleak -> Kallista: d10: arete: 6,6,7,

Jeff Brolin: *It's the worst part of it. Wondering what the hell happened - then realizing that it was happy for her.*

Kallista: Meanwhile, Kallista, standing in front of the door, murmurs to herself in Greek, fingers tracing a little pattern at her side as she looks around.

Moody Bleak: d10: arete: 7,7,4,

Moody Bleak -> Kallista: (want me to roll that other one in the open?)

Kallista -> Moody Bleak: ((All rolls for supernatural stuff needs to be public also. I'll count it, though. :) ))

Kallista -> Moody Bleak: ((Naah, it's cool. :) ))

Jeff Brolin: *And she gets passed. Jeff does pause momentarily. He smirks, and salutes her with two fingers, and then presses on in his quest to shove his friend out the door.*

Kallista -> Moody Bleak: ((However, you also have to roll one Arete roll per turn, not all together. Each roll takes one turn. So I'm giving it delayed time, since you did not give people time to post.))

Moody Bleak -> Kallista: ((Ohhhh... I often wondered about that. I saw a lot of people doing it all at once))

Kallista: ((Okay, people, PLEASE PAUSE a moment. I'm having to do a lot of PM's, and haven't even gotten Kallista's Arete roll off yet. She's not just standing there doing nothing.))

Kallista: d10: Arete (WP, Quint): 8,3,2,

Jeff Brolin: *He doesn't move past her, that is. Stopped. But he still salutes.*

Kallista: ((Per+Kenning, or Per+Awareness, everyone.))

Moody Bleak: d10: mojo rising?: 8,5,8,2,1,

Katherine Coventry (Fae): d10: woohoo: 8,6,

Kallista -> Jeff Brolin: d10: Int+Occult: 9,9,9,6,6,7,8,

Kallista: d10: Per+Awareness: 8,7,3,5,2,8,8,

Kallista: ((Oookay, gonna just do all this publicly, to save my mind. Give me JUST a sec to type it up.))

Kallista: ((Oh, and Katherine, as you sensed mojo, you do get a WP "Dodge" against Moody's Mind effect, per the Mage book.))

Moody Bleak: ((20 minutes folks))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): (sure, since I don't want to go gaining banality)

Jeff Brolin: ((Bah, t'would only be temporary.))

Katherine Coventry (Fae) -> Kallista: d10: wp roll: 5,8,2,3,9,2,

Kallista: Moody's effect goes off, hitting Katherine, but not with the level needed to be effective. ((1 net success which is needed simply to effect another Pattern, pre-effect successes)) Katherine feels mojo coming, front and back, and manages to slip her mind away from behind. Kallista, for her part, focuses her attention on the trio approaching, and she narrows her eyes. Actually respectful-looking to the approaching Fae, though she shakes her head. "You're not leaving with her," she says calmly, a small smile curling her lips. Moody feels another source of magic go off somewhere.

Moody Bleak: d10: per+alert: 3,4,4,8,6,

Jeff Brolin: *He lowers his head.* Yes. Yes, we fuckin' are. M'friend's sick, someone slipped 'er somethin'.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine does pause as they draw up towards Kallista and she feels the other effect going on. She moves a half step away from Kaitlyn as her right hand moves towards her hip. She does though take a moment to scan the crowd for the second person, now completely on guard.

Moody Bleak: Holy crap, what the fuck IS that woman?
Not even a goddamned eyeblink; she just shrugged it off like water on a duck's back. And NOW what, she wonders, as more magic comes filtering through her senses.

Kaitlyn Kelly: Hearing another voice, and well, another hot woman...this certainly was her night for the beauties and well.....impulsively she moves to try and get a good kiss in on this one now. ((and feel free to have her resist it too.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((and well seeing another hot woman))

Kallista: "No. You're fucking not." She folds her arms over her chest calmly. "Eris would not allow it, Sir. Nor will her priestess. She didn't slip. This is my problem, not yours." She looks to Katherine, brow raising. "Unnecessary, Lady. I will start no fight, but you will not take this one with you." She points to Kaitlyn.

Moody Bleak: ((Okay guys, I've six minutes. Would you want to pause this, or is Moody allowed to slip through the front. Or back, or wherever?))

Kallista: Somehow, that all comes out BEFORE she gets attacked by Kaitlyn. She blinks, a bit surprised and thrown off her game, but doesn't resist the kiss. Eris loves all sorts of chaos, and this certainly fit.

Kallista: ((Moody could easily slip out another exit...I think there's a side one.))

Jeff Brolin: *He growls, and lowers his head. The surprise, of course, he uses that to slip past Kallista, if he can, and he tries to grab Kait in the process.*

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine turns her attention back towards Kallista with narrowed eyes as she watches Kaitlyn move into her arms like that. "We only want to get her away from here." she says with more authority coming into her tone. "I suggest we all move outside and away from other unknowns."

Kaitlyn Kelly: And she wouldn't be expecting to be grabbed so being lip-locked is easy to undo.

Moody Bleak: She looked, noticing Kallista, the deacon.
The fucking deacon.
Lord. Moody sighed, hopped up and went out of the side exit, slipping though the crowd. She would remember those two people, oh yes.

Moody Bleak: ((Suckage! *sigh* See you tomorrow guys. Good games))

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dex+Ath: 1,9,4,10,6,6,10,

Jeff Brolin: d10: Reroll tens: 5,3,

Kallista: When Jeff grabs her and tries to slip past, she frowns and starts to move with them. She reaches out and puts an arm on Kaitlyn's. Not foreful, but firm. He's not running away with her. "Agreed," she says to Katherine. "Outside would be wise."

Jeff Brolin: *He growls.* MY fucking Dreamer, *he mutters under his breath.*

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine nods, following behind them the trio and watching closely and still remaining tense and ready to act... should it be needed.

Kallista: d10: Dex+Athletics (Grab): 8,5,2,7,

Kallista: ((Later, LRM!))

Kallista: She scowls, spitting out a Greek curse under her breath as Jeff manages to be faster and tries to run. "She is NOT yours..." She starts to give chase.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dex+Ath: 5,6,4,3,8,2,9,

Jeff Brolin: Run! *he snaps at Kait.*

Katherine Coventry (Fae): And so Katherine gives chase as well, cursing herself. "Stop!" she orders as she starts going too.

Kaitlyn Kelly: The dancer just stands there looking between them all, blinking at them all.

Kaitlyn Kelly: Unless Jeff still has her and is running that she has to run, then she will.

Jeff Brolin: *And the most amazing thing. When Katherine shouts it, he comes to a screeching halt, and his head lowers.*

Kallista: She runs up to them, skidding to a stop when Jeff and Kaitlyn do. Her eyes narrow, a little lost now, and she looks from Katherine to Jeff. Wary, but still carrying that tone of respect in her bearing toward them. She flits her eyes to Kaitlyn.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): She comes up fast... actually blinking in surpise at the sudden stop.

Sio: ((open scene?....seems not so))

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I'm not going to get to dance tonight am I?" she asks with a puppydog look in those big brown eyes.

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((Don't believe so.))

Jeff Brolin: We did, *he mutters.* We already danced.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine moves over to the trio, looking back around them before setting a hand on Jeff's shoulder gently. "We only want what is best for her." she says to Kallista.

Jeff Brolin: *He twists at the touch, and he actually growls, low, under his breath.* Don't touch me, Sidhe.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "She is a she."

Kallista: ((This is a bad time, I think, Sio. *Wince* Sorry...))

Sio: ((its tis why i as...heh ..."she is a she" *Dies* too cute))

Kallista: She looks between them all, her brow furrowed. "Lady...Sir...with all due respect as you are due. She belongs with me and mine now." Her eyes flit around, watchful for anyone else nearby, and she murmurs quietly. "There are...agreements to this effect. She's Awoken."

Kaitlyn Kelly: There's a word she recognizes and she tenses. "I'm in trouble now...." she sighs softly.

Jeff Brolin: *His eyes widen. And he makes an odd noise.* she's a fuckin' Willworker now. Chroist.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): Katherine lets her hand fall to her side, glancing around as well before looking back to Kallista. "Someone attempted to do something to me inside. I'm not sure if this is the best place to discuss this." and then looks to Jeff when she says that and sighs some. "You should take her then, but I wish to check on her just to make sure everything is alright." she says pulling out a buisness card from a case in her purse.

Jeff Brolin: *His breathing shudders, and he just starts to walk away.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: "And now he hates me," she says.

Kallista: She actually quirks a slight grin, amused, at Kaitlyn's remark. She takes the card from Katherine. "Of course. It will be discussed later. You may contact me at your convenience." She sighs a little, seeming to take on a slightly different coutenance...more teenager-like, perhaps. "I suppose I'll have to carry my phone on me now." It's said like a joke, really. She nods to Katherine. "Have you paper and pen?"

Katherine Coventry (Fae): She looks to Kaitlyn, "I would not go so far as to assume that." she says to Kaitlyn while giving a card to Kallista and a small pen a moment later with a warm smile. "Thank you."

Kallista: ((The remark about being in trouble, not Jeff hating her, is what she grinned about))

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((I was thinking but not sure. :) ))

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

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((Good night. Thanks for playing, Fang :) Sleep well!))

Katherine Coventry (Fae): (Sleep well)

Kallista: She scribbles down her phone number and hands it back. "You're welcome, Lady. Thank you for understanding." She looks over to Kaitlyn, watching her curiously.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Do you hate me too?" she asks Katherine.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): "Of course not, infact would you honor me with your number?" she asks offering the card and pen to Kaitlyn. She then looks back to Kallista if Kait takes it to right. "It is always best if everyone learns to get along. I am Lady Katherine. It is a pleasure to make your aquaitance."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She looks back to Kallista not sure just how much trouble she might be in.

Kallista: "Kallista." She inclines her head courteously to Katherine. "High Priestess to Discord herself, Eris. The pleasure is mine."

Kaitlyn Kelly: Not hearing a no, she takes the pen and writes her name down, along with her phone number. "Kaitlyn."

Kallista: She doesn't seem particularly adverse to the number being shared.

Katherine Coventry (Fae): She smiles a little more, "How delightful." She takes back the card and pen and smiles over to Kaitlyn. "I do not wish to keep you, I understand the importance of the timing. Good luck to you both." and she nods once more before walking off towards where she parked her car unless stopped.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Thank you Lady Katherine. Good night," then as she walks off a long heartfelt sigh.

Kallista: "Good evening, Lady." She moves next to Kaitlyn, an arm slipping around the woman's shoulders as she watches Katherine go. She can't help a little chuckle at something.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "Are you going to take me someplace and put me over your knee and spank me?" she asks.

Kallista: "Only if you'd like..." She grins at Kaitlyn. "Although Domination games are not my forte. We should leave this place, though. Come." She starts walking to the street, arm raising to hail a cab.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I....." she just blushes a little about the mention to domination games, letting Kallista lead her.

Kallista: When the cab pulls up, she gives him directions for Chinatown, slipping into the cab after Kaitlyn and letting it head off with them.