Jez: The Hungarian reaches his ears, and an introduction cannot be ignored. On pain of death. He turns then, a few steps to take him to their table, his head inclining graciously to Hugo with utmost respect. ~magy~ "It is an honor to meet you in person, Mr. Baiczinski."

Hugo Baiczinski: He pauses glass half way to lips as he looks to the inficate spot that UIngvar points out Jez to him. He says to the woman sitting beside him to go and fetch the young one. Asking Ingvar how things have been with Mr. Talino.

Damien Thiereaoux: tony stop TUGGING*said in a low quiet tone as they manage to reach the door, one hand to tonys shoulder/arm as he steps out the door, peering about before stepping outside fully*(heading to open then)

Jez: ((Ahh *S* DLP then he will slow his steps if he sees that Hugo ssent someone to fetch him))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Such is his charisma.. that for a moment, Ingvar actually finds himself attempting to determine whether Hugo were upset.. he does catch himself after a moment.. but his eyes never stray far from the cagey man. He introduces Jez with the appropriate formality, given the situation- that is, 1) loud, due to the music- and 2) expansively, to denote his level of faith and trust in the youth.*

Jez: He stops and waits for the woman to approach.

antonio pavlatos: The moment he is told to stop he does, but tears are now running down his face.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He taps the side of his head as he watches Hugo's eyes, extoling the young man's virtues- but not overmuch.. not unheard of for a lieutenant to catch the eye of the boss... and suddenly be made captain alongside him..*

Damien Thiereaoux: *he leans in as he brings tony out the door with him, murmuring quietly, face dead serious*

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *sipping her chocolate rum thru a straw she heads, thru the crowd looking for a empty table to sit at.*

Hugo Baiczinski: The woman does approach him sliding an arm around Jez's shoulders, asking him in emglish to come and join their table. The woman still standing by Hugo taps one finger on top of Hugo's head before going back to rubbing the bald head, she had been watching and studying Jez. Hugo does not look upset in the slightest.

antonio pavlatos: (follows)

Jez: He approaches now, and inclines his head with utmost respect to Hugo. ~rus~ "It is an honor to meet you."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar's eye flickers to the finger.. perhaps the stories he'd heard were true.. rather than tip his suspicions, Ingvar assumes all the coiled ease of a serpent in a dangerous situation.. relaxed, but only outwardly so. now, it was up to Jez to make himself known well.. but not to set off Hugo's radar..

Andrea Angotti: Andy stalks into Limelight much the same way she stalks into Wyld Nights - like she owns the place. She's still dressed in what Craven charmingly refers to as her 'uniform'; a tight black t-shirt, the sleeves ripped out and the collar cut into a deep v that doesn't quite cover her lace cupped breasts, with the word 'Security' stamped across the front in bold white letters and a pair of skin tight and low slung blue jeans, the legs of which have been ripped and shredded strategically to reveal far more skin then they hide. A wide black belt with a silver buckle and combat boots complete the lovely little ensamble. Her body is composed of soft, full curves and hard, sculpted muscle, her pale sking glowing with gold dust that catches the light as she makes her way into the club.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ~rus~ Meester Baiczinski, I give you Jonny Talino. A newcomer, but with his wits about him. He was of much assistance during the Sujimori deal.. *A canted eyebrow, and a nod.*

Hugo Baiczinski: Hugo holds the full glass in hand speaki9ng in Russian to Jez. "Sit, have a drink." is he pleased to meet jez who knows anyones guess. "You come here often?"

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 8,9,2,

Jez: ~rus~ "Thank you." As he obediently sits, straightening his tailored suit. "Yes, Mr. Baiczinski." A light, polite smile. "Intriguing connections can be made here."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Powerful hands fold against each other as he leans back slightly.. oh yes.. forgot.. Hugo is here.. the man is more than capable of conversation. Best to remember that Ingvar.*

Andrea Angotti: Her eyes flick around the crowded club, settling briefly on Ingvar and Jez, her brow furrowing. They looked vaguely familiar but she couldn't quite place it. Giving her head a shake, she makes her way for the bar, shouldering roughly through a few knots of people on her way.

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *slips to a out of the way spot so that she can watch the dance floor and check out, potional dance partners.*

Hugo Baiczinski: A nod of his head to ingvar. He remebers that.~R~ "Quite good....quite." he watches Jez. There is one seat there and it looks like the woman who abandoned it offeres it to Jez to take.

Jez: d10: : 6,4,3,2,5,4,8,

Jez: ~rus~ "I must inform my companions that I will be away from them for a time. While I am up, may I refresh your drink by bringing back a bottle?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: The door opens, and in he walks, looking around with a frown on his face. Is this what it took for a guy to find a fuckin' bathroom in this neighborhood? He pushes past the bouncer once checked over, making his way in.

Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut. Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is his…it just needs to realize it.

Hugo Baiczinski: A smile to Jez as he downs this next glass of Vodka. How many is that now. Setting it roughly on the table once more hand moving out to clap Jez on the shoulder. Yes he is strong almost bowling over Jez, he shakes his shoulder a bit. ~R~"Good to know, you make use of these cnnections?" The woman who went to fetch Jez stands at his opther side. It now goes boy girl boy girl boy girl. She places a hand on his free shoulder.

Andrea Angotti: Andy settles her hip against the bar, running a hand through her hip length chestnut curls, blue eyes distant as she watches the dance floor. "Cuervo. No lemon," she calls to the tender.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 9,8,3,9,

Hugo Baiczinski: A raise of an eyebrow. There is already a bottle on the table. ~R~ "No need." The woman at his side watches Jez intently. Stroking Hugo's bald head. ~R~ "Go then." he tells Jez.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Wow, he's actually fairly perceptive. He notes the men at the table a ways away as he looks for the bathroom and...at the bar...is that...? He blinks, forgetting the bathroom for the moment, and heads that way.

Andrea Angotti: She downs the shot fast and taps the glass against the bar. "Refill..." Her eyes flick across the dance floor, drifting.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A brief, flickered glance to Jez.. every word with this one, Kin... watch every. Single. Word. His eyes pass languidly back to Hugo's glass, which he refills of course- this time? Spot on, at least he hopes. He nods to Jez.* Please- after Mr. Baiczinski is finished.. he may like another. *He rattles the empty bottle before offering it to Jez.*

Jez: ~R~ "As you say, there is no need." He rests back in the chair.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Eeeeh- in that last post? Delete Ingvar's request. Snow is really scaring me with her ability to play a mobster with under five minutes of storyline given. I'm uh... sort of frightened.*LOL*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: per/emp: 9,10,4,7,7,

Jez: He takes the bottle from Ingvar, inclining his head, noting the brand. A glance at the man's glans. He'll have to be quick.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *he does lean foreward slightly, though his eyes are not precisely on Frankie.* Mr. Baiczinski.. one of the... *narrows eyes.*

Jez: ((DLP *nod*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((that was actually supposed to be per/alert. sorry.))

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 9,8,3,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: wits/street: 2,6,1,5,7,2,

Andrea Angotti: And THEN she spots Frankie and can't quite stop the grin as she downs her second post work shot. "Frankie, ciao baby," she calls.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Giardini's, is here... *His attention swivels back to his superior, the Magyar's regal presence dimmed slightly in Hugo's expansive presence, he nevertheless fills the role of captain admirably.*

Hugo Baiczinski: (*Blinks* I thought I was losing my touch*S* glad to know I can manage to make things work*S*))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He comes up behind Andrea, not trying to be especially sneaky, but not being overtly obvious, too. "Drinkin' 'em quick tonight, I see..."

Jez: d10: p/a: 8,5,2,10,8,6,3,

Jez: He looks. "Francesco Giardini. Frankie." Said quietly to the table.

Andrea Angotti: She shrugs and curls her arms playfully around Frankie's neck. "Its called post Craven cravings. The prick was at the club tonight making my life hell as usual."

Anastasia "Roxy" Jones: *After a bit, she decideds to go see if the bar in the Dungeon has some likely prospects and heads off for the stone stairs down.*

Abbey Randelle: *A ghost in all white slips in.. she'd been told they played techno.. and she'd do anything to avoid being mobbed at a rave..*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Frankie? *His pale eyes slip from the man moving across the floor back to Jez.* I thought he was... taller?

Hugo Baiczinski: Hugo is still watching Jez, he picks up the glass of vodka in his hand. Ready to have another drink a pause. ~R~ "I would not have thought this a place for him." He looks around to see if he can pot the man. The woman stroking Hugo's head looks about as well.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Caio back, donna bella," he says with a bit of a grin. "Ain't expected to see you in here...ain't expected to see anyone I knew in here. What's up?"

Hugo Baiczinski: d10: Per+Alert: 7,9,2,1,2,6,4,

Alexander Donovan: Alex walks back inside, grateful for the modern convience of central heat as his bare chest recovers from too long outside in the cold.

Andrea Angotti: "Checkin' out the competition." She shrugs and smirks slightly. "Its kind of nice to see clothed bodies and NOT be getting randomly groped by men who don't understand exactly what my size ten boot up their asses feels like."

Jez: "He may give the impression of height, but he is a small man." Humorless smile. Hugo: ~R~ "A diverse crowd comes here. The possibilities for information are encouraging."

Abbey Randelle: **Standing 5'7, Abbey is beyond graceful, sliding like a ghost from place to place, each movement purposeful and smooth. At 19 years, She's thin and lithe, built like a gymnast, with long slender legs and a willowy frame, complimented by a thin white gauze overcoat, that hangs just above the knees of white satin pants, tailored perfectly. Her hair is fashioned into a wispy pageboy and from under the starkly white mass of thin strands stare two unwavering grey eyes, set into a pale triangular face. The only real color of note is that of her lips , which curl up in the corners as though she's enjoying some private joke. Despite the thin case down her back she's a picture of purity and class, voice never above a murmer. (app4-pure)**

Hugo Baiczinski: With the aid of the woman at his side, he does catch Frankie. Waiting to catch his eye, and if he does he raises the glass in a salute and downs it. Placing it back on the table. ~R~ "Our business concluded. Mr. Urgahaldt. We shall speak more." a flick of his eyes to Jez and back.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 1,6,7,5,

Abbey Randelle: d10: per alert: 4,5,8,7,

Jez: He inclines his head, looking to Ingvar to see if he is dismissed.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar rises smoothly as Hugo stands from the table.* A pleasure, sir.. enjoy your evening.*

Antonio Pavlatos: He comes in, handing on to Alexander, wiping tears from his face, making his elaborate make-up smear.

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 8,7,3,3,6,

Jez: He rises immediately as Ingvar does, stepping back and scooting in his chair.

Jez: d10: : 6,4,2,6,4,10,3,

Abbey Randelle: *she glances idly at Alexander as he moves in behind her. But her eyes pan and rivet to a tall hungarian. Or more importantly.. the women fawning on a tall hungarian*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: per/alert: 6,3,5,9,8,6,

Jez: He looks over catching Alex's eye. A nod, his expression cautioning him. It looks like he's attempting to leave the people he's with.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He just barely notes the attention paid his way, and nods slightly, before looking back. "Yeah, must be nice. Though I ain't know if you can call a lot of what's in here 'clothes.'"

Jez: And a look to Ingvar to see if he saw Abbey.

Alexander Donovan: Alex stretches his shoulders a bit as he gets warm, heading in the direction of Jez and those he's with.

Andrea Angotti: She snorts slightly and leans into Frankie, nipping his earlobe. "You never complained about my sense of style," she says, giving the way too short t-shirt a little tug.

Hugo Baiczinski: Hugo does stands. The three girls moving from their sopts around Jez and Ingvar, and move around Hugo. His enterage so to speak. ~R~ "Good evening, to our futures." he says taking the arms of two of the girls. The third woman who was stroking his bald head, walking slightly behind him They might all look like Russian beauties, but he keeps them all around for reasons of his own. He makes sure to nod his head to Frankie as they pass on their way out.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Frozen? no. Rather, let us say the coiled serpent feeling of the Judge does not fade as the immense man cuts a swaith through the crowd- whether they may be inclined to let him pass or not.* Mr. Talino.. a favor. One bottle of Aquavitt, provided they have it..*his eyes remain on the pale albino, a slight smile beginning to tug at the corner of his mouth* A tall glass of Crysanthemum juice... *Pale eyes flicker from Abbey to Hugo, and Alexander.* And invite Mr. Giardini to our table whenever he would please, yes?

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His arm slips around Andrea, moving in close to her, supporting her. "Yeah, well...it looks a shitload better on you, Andy." He winks to her.

Jez: Once he is dismissed from Ingvar's side, he moves quickly towards Alex and Tony. "Sorry about that. Glad you waited like I asked; I was worried that it would take much longer. Where's Damien?"

Abbey Randelle: *A thin snow white eyebrow creeps towards her browline. Her chin slowly raising. Interesting. In that way that a butterfly was interesting.. before you sprayed it with insecticide. She slips toward the Hungarian*

Andrea Angotti: Andy glances curiously to Hugo, raking the bald man with her eyes and favoring him with a slow, sensual smirk as the man nods at Frankie.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems to freeze up, not wanting to move, and will only do so if Alex commands him to.

Alexander Donovan: Alex reaches the table with less than his customary learing at the patrons, despite getting more looks for his attire (or lack therof). He offers Jez a buisness card.

Antonio Pavlatos: He just stares at Jez, tear streaked makeup on his face.

Jez: OOc> Before he left (sorry, icq stuff) BIC> He nods to Ingvar.

Jez: He takes the card, pocketing it for now. "What's wrong with Tony?" Alarmed, and worried. "What happened?"

Damien Thiereaoux: *outfit straightened, a slight brief grimace as one arm reaches over his chest to fix a shirt sleeve and then to the tie as he heads back inside the doors*

Alexander Donovan: "I don't think he followed us back inside. Anyway, your freind has some... control issues... He kicked her to the curb, and almost worse."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar's eyes remain on the broad russian moving through the crowd. That... will not be good.*

Antonio Pavlatos: He nuzzles Damien's shoulder, still not looking at Jez.

Jez: "Yeah, he's an idiot, anyway. What's wrong with Tony?" More concerned about that.

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes flick over the fat man and his 3 hussies. Chill.. but she favors Ingvar with a curl of her lips as she glides through the crowd.*

Antonio Pavlatos: Murmurs. "Can we sit down now, Mtolo..." To Damien. "...Sir? Tired of runnin' around."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *pale eyes rarely leave the albino as he makes his way through the crowd toward her, and perhaps the bar.*

Alexander Donovan: alex looks at Tony. "Tony?" He had intended to ask that himself shortly, but he can make it a bit early.

Jez: d10: body lang: 7,6,2,3,7,6,2,

Damien Thiereaoux: (nuzzles alex's shoulder ya mean?*G*) *holding a business card in his hands, he finally gets to looking about with a quiet non descript expression on his face*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He follows Andrea's gaze, watching Hugo. Recognition, of course, and a nod of respect. Ingvar gets a look-over, and a nod as well. Perhaps some recognition there, too.

Andrea Angotti: Andy nips Frankie's ear again and leans back against the bar, fingers of one hand curling in his suit coat. She bites her lips as she notes that he's now wearing a healthy dusting of her scented gold body glitter.

Jez: He blinks, not understanding. He looks to Alex. "Did I do something? But what? I was only gone a few minutes. I asked Damien and Tony to wait, and I spoke to my Lo---er, *my* Mtolo. What did I do?"

Antonio Pavlatos: (No, Damien's if he is close. He is nuzzling both of them)

Antonio Pavlatos: (No, he didn't ask, he didn't speak a word)

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 2,8,7,9,7,1,

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey appoaches beside Jez, pausing as she waits for ingvar to reach her*

Damien Thiereaoux: (damien didnt come in until a few minutes after them tho, unless theyre right at the door)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert (Gliiter): 7,4,10,2,

Jez: ((In his mind, he did ask just not verbally.))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks down at the suit, blinking a little bit. Ummm...shit. Brown eyes slip up to Andrea and he grins a bit. "Yer sheddin', Andrea." He tries his best to brush the stuff off.

Jez: "Damien?" He's confused, looking between Alex and Damien since Tony won't talk to him.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Frankie recieves the cultured minimalism of a gentleman. A graceful nod as he nears, deepened a bit due to obvious circumstances.. first the Judge makes his way toward Abbey, however.. proper introductions, perhaps.. or for such as them.. unequivocal staking of territory.*

Andrea Angotti: She bursts into full throated laughter, smirking as she reaches out to try and help him dust it off. "Sorry," she says, trying for sheepish and failing. "Its part of my uniform," she lies, sounding playful.

Damien Thiereaoux: *heading to them, he catches the last bit of what jez says, tilting his head* th'finger up in th'air? yeah...I membah y'given it tellin us t'stay back.....

Antonio Pavlatos: (Oh, okay, sorry then, he would just be nuzzling Alex then, hiding behind his hair, not showing his face)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: The same sort of nod is given to Ingvar...not quite as deep as the Magyer gives him. He leans over, whispering in Andy's ear, before pulling away slightly.

Ness: The rich businesswoman enters the establishment with a look of determination. Coffee. She needed to find a place where Dragons and crazy hippies wouldn't attack her in turn-based action, and this seemed like a good location. She walks through the doors and glances around for the bar. Coffee... they do not serve coffee here. Alcohol will do. She walks up to the bar and orders herself a stiff Vodka.

Jez: "Yes, I..." Oh shit. Feral. Tony. "Oh no. Oh, Tony..." He looks at Alex and Damien. "I...botched that. Tony, when I held my finger in the air, I...I didn't realize you wouldn't know...it means to wait, that I'll be right back. I had to get my Mtolo, and he was with someone. He..." He is there. Introductions. Why now?

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Andrea Angotti: "'scuse me, baby...business calls. Ain't goin' nowhere, but...y'know." Maybe a hint of distaste in his tone toward the approaching Ingvar?

Damien Thiereaoux: *the card in his hands idly flicked about between dextrous fingers, holding it out to jez almost absently*

Antonio Pavlatos: Since Damien comes up, he also nuzzles his shoulder, but if he hears Jez he doesn't show it.

Andrea Angotti: Andy's grin turns to a slow smirk as she turns her attention towards Ingvar, arms folding beneath her breasts as she settles her hip against the bar.

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles a bit at Abbey, patting Tony on the shoulder. "I need to get warm. Tony, Damien... if the two of you would like to keep company.. enjoy yourselves. I'm going to sit for a moment."

Abbey Randelle: *her hand slips idly to touch the hungarian's suit. A purse of her lips as she notes its slightly crumpled. That will Not do. It has been decreed. Therefore it is straightened demurely, as she smiles politely to him* Ingvar. I did not have oppurtunity to meet your acquaintances...

Ness: She's dressed in ash gray dresspants and a white sleeveless blouse. Her arms are creepily thin, and she's quite tall for a woman, almost reaching six feet.

Jez: He looks to Abbey at his side and puts on a smile. "Ms. Abbey Randelle, good evening. Mr. Urgahaldt, may I introduce Alexander and Damien. I believe that Mr. Urgahaldt and Antonio have met."

Jez: ~introducing Abbey and Ingvar to everyone then~

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: per/alert: 9,4,3,5,10,6,

Alexander Donovan: Alex offers his hand to Abbey at the introduction.

Alexander Donovan: .. and Ingvar... and anyone else that gets introduced.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey inclines her head politely, murmering softly* A pleasure. *A delicate white hand is extended with practided grace*

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking to alex for a moment, he looks to abbey and ingvar, nodding to them, thick n'orleans accent pouring out, quiet expression on his face* evenin mam'selle Randelle, m'sieur urgahaldt...*wow, showing some of those manners and society upbringing that got ingrained in his skull growing up for once*

Jez: Murmurs to Tony softly, even if he won't look at him.

Antonio Pavlatos: He just stands stock still, he already has been introduced to Ingvar, and try as he might didn't seem to do any good. Another tear slides down his cheek and he hastily tries to wipe at it. He has to at least appear together for Alex's sake, and he does try, even though his body is trembling.

Ness: She takes her drink, and spins around on a heel to face the room. Yeah, she's cool. She leans back on her elbows and surveys the crowd.

Alexander Donovan: d10: Ness Again?: 2,3,4,3,10,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A nod to the two men, though Ingvar's eyes seem quite drawn toward the woman across the distance.. rather known to him.. and smirking.. he allows his eyes to settle in hers for a moment. Marked. Then his attention turns the the two men.* Good evening, gentlemen.. *He turns slightly to Abbey.* My dear.. a man whom I think you should rather meet..

Alexander Donovan: The handshake is firm, but DAMN his fingers are cold. He pointedly looks away from the door after glancing that way.

Andrea Angotti: The smirk widens slightly and she flicks her tongue across her teeth as she uncurls her arms to run fingers through her hair, shaking it back from her face before she schools herself to an almost warm smile. Craven would never forgive her if she was an utter bitch to his right hand man.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A slight blink at Antonio's crying.. hmm- that will not do. Ingvar guides the pale creature next to him through the crowd. Not hasty.. but perhaps rather too much runny mascara. Asshole? Indeed.*

Ness: d10: Per + Alertness: 2,8,6,9,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He waits there at the bar next to Andy, watching Ingvar and the rest of his company get introduced. They all get appraising looks...Jez is recognized. Abbey, Damien, Alexander, and Antonio are not known, but they do get once-overs. He orders a scotch, never once looking away from the group.

Abbey Randelle: *she will have to sanitize that hand, no doubt. A slight.. flinch? at the goth thing crying. She blinks, then turns to ingvar head tilting slightly.. slipping away with him greatfully*

Abbey Randelle: d10: per alert andrea: 1,5,4,4,

Abbey Randelle: *She sees less than nothing, slipping behing the broad expanse of Ingvars back as she tries not to touch dirty ravers and leches and other unsavory sorts*

Jez: He looks helplessly at Damien. "I guess I'll leave. I don't think I'm really wanted here."

Damien Thiereaoux: *he reaches a hand over to tony gently, rubbing his shoulder , trying to be comforting* cmon...les' go sit yeah? get warm, like alex said....

Antonio Pavlatos: He tenses, but moves with Ingvar unless Alex stops him. He is trying so hard to stay in control that he bites his lip until blood runs into his mouth.

Alexander Donovan: Alex heads back to their previous seat. Someone else had been there, but something in the way he looks at them encourages movement as he drapes himself back out, basking in the warmth and REALLY hoping that girl doesn't recognize him without his clothes.

Antonio Pavlatos: If he heard a word from Jez he doesn't show it, having been moved over by Ingvar, although the touch from Damien seemed very welcome.

Ness: Rose-tinted glasses sit squarely on her nose, covering little brown orbs that divide the crowd by culture, subculture, and social group.

Alexander Donovan: Alex won't have Tony go with Ingvar, and will keep a hand on him if he doesn't stick with him or Damien.

Damien Thiereaoux: *pausing, looking to jez* what the hell y'mean by that?*raising a brow*

Ness: And oh, she's blanently recognizing people, watching them walk away. She sneers. They're walking away in fear, no doubt. Snyde must have talked to them already.

Antonio Pavlatos: Okay, so he stays with Alex then. The boy looks confused, lost and simply tired and wanting to sit down before he loses it and starts crying again.

Jez: Fine. He did his best, and if the guy gets upset at ten minutes apart in a club, he can't worry about it. He has to serve his Lord, and that is the final, bottom line. He sees Ingvar is headed to Frankie and inwardly curses at his lack of timing, at least moving to the bar to *attempt* to get the drinks. If they card him, it's a no-go."

Damien Thiereaoux: (gah!*head explodes*)

Jez: Damien: He gestures towards Tony and Alex who have left. "He's upset with me. I'm not sure why. Because I left for ten minutes? He didn't understand when I asked to wait, and that's my fault, I guess, but jesus fucking christ, I don't *understand*." Upset himself.

Jez: Damien: "I have to try to order some drinks for people." He rubs his face wearily. "I think Tony needs you more than I do. I don't know *what* the hell I did."

Antonio Pavlatos: (sorry, my bad, I misread a post - he would have stayed with Alex the whole time)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He waits. Ingvar's coming to him...no need for him to meet them halfway. He has the excuse that he's waiting for his drink, at least until the bartender hands it over. He takes the drink, raising it to his lips as he waits expectantly.

Abbey Randelle: *Simply allows the tall lord to guide her through the crowd*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A shark through placid waters, Ingvar cuts a line through the crowd toward Frankie, guiding Abbey as they move.*

Andrea Angotti: Andy straightens as Ingvar nears, careful not to brush any more gold body dust onto Frankie.

Alexander Donovan: Alex sits up on the daybed, looking to all the people in there he knows, has met, or want him dead. (Or all of the above.) Today is not a good day.

Damien Thiereaoux: *tony heading off with alex now, he blinks, then looks back to jez* because he thought something would or was going to happen to you, yknow how he is if alex leaves his sight? well....y'left his sight an he didnt notice or know what the finger hold back thing meant.......*taking a deep breath, rubbing his temples and sighing it out* ifn y'busy with whassisname an his lady can und'stand , but should come talk...Ill see ifn I can get him t'understand mebbe...ifn y'want...*hand slipping from temples to neck to rub now*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *amusement, perhaps.. it flickers under the still water of his face as he notes Frankie...simply.. waiting. Cute.. rather required of him, however, not to make a scene.. though somewhere behind his eyes he is sawing off chunks and feeding them to his dog, The ghost of a smile gracing fine lips seems to hold none of the daggers his eyes do.* Ms. Randelle, allow me to introduce Mr. Giardini.. Mr. Giardini, Ms. Abbey Randelle.

Jez: "Maybe give him some time and space before. His emotions are a riot. Why did Alex leave? Where was he?"

Ness: Her eyes focus on Alex. She sips from her glass, slowly shifting her weight to a single hip.

Damien Thiereaoux: he seemed upset an went t'outside where jamie an whassername went.....alex did.....*blinking slowly looking up at him, he reaches into a pocket for those leather gloves to tug them back on his hands*

Antonio Pavlatos: He curls up next to Alex, clinging tightly to him now, ignoring all except Damien if he comes over to them.

Abbey Randelle: *this place was full of miscreants of the worst sort. She rather prefered raves. They didn't play at Class. She glides from behind Ingvar as they near Frankie. Polite smile, though her eyes slip over the woman beside him with a chill* A pleasure, Mr. Giardini.. *she extends a hand*

Andrea Angotti: Andrea smiles slightly, tongue flicking over her teeth as she regards Ingvar and the little ghost of a woman.

Jez: "He did? He probably shouldn't have followed Jamie. Dangerous guy. No *wonder* Tony was upset, if Alex went off chasing *that* maniac."

Damien Thiereaoux: he was more worried bout you f'a bit theyah because y'seemed so.....off....upset..actually....on top of alex leavin t'go outside.....*gloves tugged on, the shades are found, fingers through his hair straightening and neatening it a bit before the shades are slipped back on*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His posture is formal and respectful...but relaxed. Certainly, had this situation been between any two other of their unique genetics, there would be a different stance to the man being approached, but the situation here is even more unique then normal. He smiles to Abbey at the introduction, taking the hand in both his hands, bowing his head. "Miss Randelle...a pleasure." He looks to Ingvar. "And Ingvar...good to see you. Allow me to introduce Andrea Angotti." He gestures to her.

Jez: Walking up to the bar, but not objecting if Damien comes with him.

Andrea Angotti : "I believe Mr. Urgahaldt and I have met, though not formally. Its a pleasure to meet an associate of Craven's." She extends her hand to him and then to Abbey.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: The introduction of Andrea is directed to both Ingvar and and Abbey.

Jez: "I was..." He sighs. "I'll give him some time, then try again. Looks could you send a glass of Chrysantheum juice and a bottle of Akavitt to Ingvar and Abbey down there? I can't order, I'm underage." Giving him the money. "Thanks."

Abbey Randelle: *a polite inclination of her head to Andrea, regardless of her trashy attire. The delicate albino gives the woman the benifit of ignoring her tawdry wardrobe, slipping her hands from Frankie's with due grace to shake Andrea's*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The canted eyebrow is minute.. the eyes speaking volumes as Ingvar continues to play along. All part of the same old game, however it rankles. He takes a moment to take the measure of Mr. Giardini, having never met him directly.. though his appropriateness where Abbey is concerned does mollify... to a point. The woman recieves a brief flicker of eyes- then his attention is back on Francesco.* Frankie.. allow me to cover drinks for yourself, and your companion, should you care to join us?

Jez: ((lost my connection))

Damien Thiereaoux: *murmuring something to him, he blinks , then sighs and nods, not taking teh money, instead paying for with teh slim wallet he brings out what jez asked him to order, asking for it to be sent over to ingvar and abbey before the wallets set back in his pocket*

Andrea Angotti : Her eyes narrow slightly at Ingvar and the polite smile slides back towards a smirk.

Alexander Donovan: Alex sighs and stands back up, wrapping an arm around Tony and heading out with him.

Jez: "No, I'll come. It's best if I'm not in too long of contact with Abbey," he says quietly to Damien.

Ness: She taps the gloved fingers of her free hand against the side of her leg, watching Alex. ((Awareness.))

Antonio Pavlatos: He does glance around the room anymore, he merely stays beside Alex, tired of trying.

Ness: d10: Arete: WP: 5,5,6,

Abbey Randelle: d10: aware: 2,2,1,

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding, he heads towards alex and tony now*

Abbey Randelle: *There must be some killer airconditioning in this place.. Its actually ~cold~ in this little pocket of the club. Magic? what magic? who?*

Antonio Pavlatos: (doesn't I meant) He rises at Alex's touch, and starts to leave with him, keeping his head down, hiding himself behind his hair.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: The expression on the Judge's face is noted, but not commented on. A slight hint of satsifaction slips through his eyes, a blink covering it, before he nods qith a gracious smile. "Of course, Ingvar. That would be most appreciated...thank you."

Ness: d10: Arete: 2,2,7,

Damien Thiereaoux: alex..*calling out to him as he sees them heading to leave*

Andrea Angotti : She shivers with a slight frown and briefly chaffes her arms, brow furrowing.

Alexander Donovan: Alex stops when Damien calls.

Abbey Randelle: *the delicate ghost of a girl remains a beautiful acccompaniement to Ingvar's arm*

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: aware: 4,6,8,5,10,

Ness: She explicitly points at Alex for the final gesture of her macro. You.

Ness: d10: Arete: 7,2,5,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He cants his head slightly... suprised, as he turns, to see the drinks at his elbow. No matter.. all will be delt with in time. *He leans over the bar- and it takes a moment to gather someone's attention. The wait is too long, no matter how short it is. Brief words exchanged with the bartender- table 16, yes. He cants an eyebrow, turning his gaze toward Andrea.* To drink?

Damien Thiereaoux: *shivering briefly, he tenses at something, blinks, and catches up with alex*

Jez: He doesn't follow. He isn't wanted. He sits at the bar and can't remember where he put his ginger ale.

Andrea Angotti : "Scotch please. On the rocks," she says, glancing up at Ingvar, meeting his eyes briefly before dropping her own, head canting, just slightly back and to the side to bare her throat.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He brushes a hand down Andrea's arm, waiting for the drink orders to be finished.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks around... this is weird. "Huh?"

Jez: He looks over to where Damien is.

Andrea Angotti : Frankie's touch draws her eyes to the man and she smiles with genuine warmth, her blue eyes soft. ~Italian~ "Remind me to start packing a change of clothing in my car or Craven's office."

Abbey Randelle: *Silent and Pleasant*

Damien Thiereaoux: out NOW*hand to both their arms, ushering them out the door*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ...Better.. *It rolls across the space between them as he looks back from Andrea to the bartender to transfer the order.. also table 16, please. He stands again, offering an arm subconsciously to Abbey as he moves to guide their guests across the club. Quite genteel, calming.. this will be salvaged.. and he will know more of this Francesco he'd paid, but never spoken to.*

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow slips up as Andrea speaks in a foreign language, and she glides along besode Ingvar*

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks to Damien and blinks, looking to Alexander for directions although he is ready to move toward the door.

Alexander Donovan: Alex waves a bit at Damien. "She's just talking. A damn sight better than jumping into a fight first thing. But I've done enough talking today. If she wants to talk, she can do it face to face. I offered her that last time, and she rejected it." Alex walks out the door with Tony then.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: : 10,4,4,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ~Ital~ "Will do." He gives her a smile, perhaps a bit formal, but warm. Business was one thing...proper respect to women another. He holds his drink in his hand, moving along besides Ingvar. Not behind. The Hungarian man guides him, he does not lead him.

Damien Thiereaoux: (sorry, that was arete rolled*G*)

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

Antonio Pavlatos: He follows Alex, much preferring the safely of his arms to anything his so-called 'family' can offer him.

Abbey Randelle: (alright. abbey's magically blind for the rest of the scene)

Andrea Angotti : Andrea moves calmly at Frankie's side, sure of her place in the man's life and in the world.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes slide to the side at Francesco's posture and aquittal of himself. Perhaps a glimmer of respect, or a question. Can he hold the position? *Of course a gentleman, he guides Abbey to preceed him up the stairs.*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Damn skippy she is, Abbey! *G*))

Damien Thiereaoux: *tony and alex heading out the door, whatever comes their way he tries to counter it if he can(see arete roll above), glancing back towards jez briefly with a questioning look before moving outside after them*

Abbey Randelle: *A slight inclination of her head, she slips up the stairs to their table, feet falling lightly as she murmers* Thank you.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: And so follows Andrea, just as Abbey. Even with her style of dress is far from Abbey's, she receives the same respect from Frankie that the albino receives from Ingvar. The Hungarian's glance his way is retruned respectfully, but confidantly, without flicnh or hesitance.

Jez: He nods to Damien - it's alright - and gets another ginger ale, before moving towards Ingvar's table.

Andrea Angotti : Andy almost rolls her eyes but refrains. The look she shoots Frankie, however, is eloquently amused. She moves up the stairs easily but not lightly or with any real grace.

Alexander Donovan: Alex gets to the vehicle and pulls his blanket out and starts it warming up. "Thanks for the evening Damien."

Ness: She slumps against bar and takes a sip from her glass. Great. They're hostile, and unwilling to admit it. Those are the worst kind.

Jez: He inclines his head to Andrea and Francesco. "Mr. Giardini." He looks to Ingvar and questioningly at an empty chair.

Damien Thiereaoux: Im serious, what I said alex....*eyes on him* next chance we both get....

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He draws out Abbey's chair, a cool pass of eyes ensures both the approach of their drinks and that of his henchm- that is, his lieutenant.* Meester Baiczinski and I were rather suprised to see you here, Mr. Girdini.. *He glances around briefly.* Upon this visit.. I am rather suprised to have found us present, for that matter.

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey waits for Ingvar to pull out her chair, before settling into it in one smooth motion, blade case slung at her side carefully*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar gestures to one chair for the young man, before assuming the one next to Abbey himself. That is, unless there is a sudden dash for it, the one that gives a clear view of the stairs.*

Ness: She turns toward the bar and focuses on her work. She draws out a little diagram on the top of the bar.

Ness: d10: Arete: 5,5,3,

Antonio Pavlatos: He listens to Damien, giving the man a sincere smile, feeling at least this one wouldn't forget his oaths or promises and wouldn't run out on him without even a word.

Andrea Angotti : Andy settles where Frankie hints, biting back the hiss as the cold chair touches bare skin through the rents in her jeans.

Jez: He sits down where indicated, his glass set on the table.

Alexander Donovan: Damien: "Good. I think that'll be a great help." Alex closes the door and rolls down the window a bit. "Goodnight man. I'll see you around, hopefully soon." And he and Tony take off for the day.

Antonio Pavlatos: "Thank you, Sir, for... everythin'." He then leaves with Alexander, without a backward glance to anyone else.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He takes Andrea's chair by the back and slides it out from the table out for her, chuckling to Ingvar. "Hardly a usual place for me to frequent, to be honest. I just happened to chance my way inside...fortuitously, obviously, wouldn't you say?"

Ness: She hangs her head as she gestures accidentally in the wrong direction and opens the wrong program. Screw it. She finishes her drink in a burst of outlandishness, and starts to walk toward the door.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Jez gets a look-over, and a nod. He takes a seat next to Andy, setting his scotch down before folding his hands on the table.

Abbey Randelle: *her hands are folded just so. Limbs perfectly draped as she graces the table occupants with a polite smile. A dainty sip of the yellow nector*

Damien Thiereaoux: *blinking, he watches them head off, sighs then nods as he rubs his neck again*

Andrea Angotti : She sips her scotch, eyes sliding to Jez as she offers him a slight smile and a nod.

Jez: A light smile back to Andrea. He sits silently.

Ness: She walks out of the club and steps out onto the curb in flat-heeled business shoes. What a day.

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes skate around the place coldly. Ew. How terribly uncouth. Her face however - remains a porcelion mask of politeness*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Of course.. *One powerful hand wraps around the glass as he rumbles a brief chuckle himself.* Baiczinski in his element.. We would have invited you over, of course- pressing business rather directed him elsewhere. A pleasure to have a moment outside of work, however. *Crysanthemum juice delivered for Abbey, Scotch on the rocks for Andrea, and a second of whatever Francesco was drinking. A bottle of Aquiavitt rests on the table before Ingvar.*

Jez: Something occurs to him and he reaches in his jacket pocket discreetly, pulling out a business card. Puzzled expression, and he turns it over. Bites his lip hard against a smile and quickly pockets the card.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((*ahems* and a glass. Not just the bottle.))

Damien Thiereaoux: *standing at the curb still, he takes a deep breath and without even really looking up turns back around to head back inside*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Meester Giardini- my.. associate, Mr. Talino. And.. this is Ms. Angotti.

Jez: He nods to the two of them as he's introduced or, in the case of Frankie, re-introduced. Under much more pleasanter circumstances.

Ness: She turns to look at Damien with narrowed eyes. Yes! Finally! One of them alone! She pulls her gloves into oddly shaped fists, and sighs.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Quite all right," he says, nodding to accept the apology, despite his verbal waving it off. "You seemed quite busy. How is Mr. Baiczinski? I only regret I did not get to extend him my best wishes personally. Surely, you will pass that message on?"

Andrea Angotti : "Mr. Talino." She nods again to the boy and relaxes into the chair, crossing her legs.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Mr. Talino, he says with a more official nod. He recignizes the man...it's in his eyes. But he doesn't make any indication of negative connotations to the Leiutenant.

Abbey Randelle: *Polite smile. Sip of juice. Perfect posture. She's arm candy tonight*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: He is doing well, though Mr. Rajvin's death was rather a blow. Family, you know.. *A slight gesture with one hand as he continues.* I will certainly let him know of your best wishes.. and you? Business proceeds appropriately?

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 3,7,8,9,2,2,

Ness: "Fucking hell! I'm right here, damit!" She stomps her foot angrily. "I'm trying to talk and you guys keep running away!"

Jez: He settles back in his chair, perfectly at ease as he studies the table. He is dressed in an elegant, expensively tailored, black-on-black silk suit with a shimmer to it that catches the eye, and black Italian leather dress shoes.

Jez: d10: p/a body lang ANDIE: 3,8,7,8,10,6,5,

Jez: d10: specialty: 4,

Damien Thiereaoux: *he looks over to ness, blinking slowly, rubbing his neck.....not exactly looking intimidating or aggressive in the least.....quite the opposite*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Quite well," he says with a nod. Abbey is given a brief smile, then he looks right back to Ingvar, calm eyes passing over the other man's face. "This are definitely getting back to normal."

Ness (Arcane 2): She stands there, suddenly not feeling so brave. She's giving him an unsure look, like she was expecting something more intimidating or aggressive. Emotions, how do you handle those?

Abbey Randelle: *Polite smile. Sip of juice. Perfect posture. repeat*

Jez: d10: p/a body lang FRANK: 2,9,3,9,1,8,4,

Jez -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((He's attempting to determine how he feels about each person at the table. *G*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *This brings a somber cast.. not that the Judge's face ever quite changes- though this news does seem welcome.* Good for us all, Mr. Giardini. Well done. *He offers a slight toast, apparently rather sincere.* Good men, I rather thought. Efficient. A touch uncouth.. however that does have its place at times.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A common thing amongst the unwashed eurotrash masses.. amidst a fitting eulogy, a bit of cheek thrown in.*

Damien Thiereaoux: what? what do y'want mamselle?*brows lightly furrowed, wincing slightly as the arm lowers finally*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Jez: Jez, he associates with Dante of course, and that makes for negative connotations. Ingvar...he's enjoying this position of power over Jez'z Lord. Being civil, but enjoying it. Abbey has his complete respect, and he is completely cool with...Andrea, he's protective of and very much attracted to, almost maybe in love, even.

Andrea Angotti : Her brow arches slightly. Uncouth. Yes, that would admirably describe Frankie's underlings.

Ness (Arcane 2): "Ex. Plan. Eh. Tion?" She ticks off the syllables with her tougue, frowning.

Abbey Randelle: *She remains silent, and mutedly interested. A very fitting compliment to the dark hungarian, in appearence, if nothing else*

Jez: d10: body lang ABBEY: 5,2,6,10,5,3,9,

Jez: d10: specialty: 7,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Good men, indeed." He nods solemnly. "An' they'll be remembered, every one, and their losses paid for many times over." He watches the other calmly, courteous and relaxed.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: Per+Empt (Ing--WP): 5,1,4,

Damien Thiereaoux: about what?*frowning now himself* the hell did I evah do t'you that I need t'explain?

Andrea Angotti : Andy touches Frankie's hand lightly and then takes a sip of her drink, tongue chasing a droplet of liquid from her lip.

Ness: She narrows her eyes, "You forgot? How could you forget?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: That is the idea, yes.. a thing we are working on. *Pale eyes sweep across Fracesco for a moment, weights and measures taken behind his eyes before he continues.* On this subject, I think we should speak again. Tomorrow.. lunch, perhaps?

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks at Andrea and smiles warmly, then looks back.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Tomorrow would be perfect, Ingvar, yes."

Jez: He lowers his eyes, sipping his ginger ale. The quiet, unobtrusive, harmless young man.

Ingvar Urgahaldt -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: man/sub: 1,2,10,2,6,5,

Ingvar Urgahaldt -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: back-atcha!: 9,5,8,3,5,

Abbey Randelle: *sip of juice*

Damien Thiereaoux: lady .....I ain' done SHIT t'y'all.....this is th' first Im knowin of I even TALKED t'you....*blinking slowly, the shades getting raised showing the brilliant eyes*

Ness: She points a fist at him, "Remember, or so help me..." She's tired of the games, the lies, and the fear. It's time for answers.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A napkin is brought to his lips briefly as he sets his drink back down.* Excellent.. tomorrow then Frankie. For this evening.. I believe we must excuse ourselves.. rather late, yes?

Damien Thiereaoux: jaysus fuckin keerist onna pogo stick *hand rubbing his face now, sighing deeply*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: Man+Sub: 9,4,2,6,7,5,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Of course." He rises from his chair, smoothing the front of his coat as he does, the hand extending...to Ingvar, then palm of for Abbey.

Andrea Angotti : Andy rises a moment after Frankie, nodding politely to Ingvar, before offering Abbey a slight smile.

Ness: "Yes. Pogo stick. Dragons. Ziahl. Let it seep into your brainspace." She's standing flatfooted and pointing her fist at him like it was some sort of megablaster.

Abbey Randelle: *She graces Frankie's hand with hers, and allows a slight curve of lips to quirk at Andrea as she rises as well* A pleasure to meet you both. Good evening.

Damien Thiereaoux: *and hes still rubbing his face, not paying her a whit of attention it seems...blase...like he just doesnt care maybe* y'all are nuttiern a squirrels ass in springtime woman......."I" aint done shit t'yall....let THAT seep inte the space where y'brain is.....*shaking his head, just looking up at her now, frowning, looking like he doesnt really need this right now*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Another taking of Abbey's hand in both of his hands, and a low nod. He releases the hand and moves it toward Ingvar's,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar shakes Francesco's hand in a polite one of his own- neither too hard nor too soft.. the man quite unreadable.* Until tomorrow, then.. Ms. Angotti.. *A slight nod. Respectful, though he doesn't touch her.*

Ness: "Well I... Well... Then. Just. Walk away." She looks like she's about to cry. "Yes. Walk away. Now."

Andrea Angotti : "Mr. Urgahaldt. Give my regards to Craven and my daughter if you see them before I do tomorrow," she says softly.

Jez: d10: body lang INGVAR: 9,3,10,4,8,6,8,

Jez: d10: specialty: 8,

Jez: He watches Ingvar through his lashes.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He stays standing, watching Ingvar and Abbey depart. Ever respectful, ever calm, looking after them, and Jez of course, assuming he leaves.

Jez: He stands the moment that Ingvar does.

Damien Thiereaoux: *closing his eyes for a moment* Im goin inside, an havin a drink...or 20....y'do what y'will , an don' be doin that jes bout t'cry thing alrigh? y'jes caught me on a REAL bad day....*shaking his head, he waves before he heads inside finally*

Abbey Randelle: *the blade case is collected to her in one fluid motion, the albino slipping her hand to circle Ingvar's bicep. She departs at his side*

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow raises at Andrea*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Would you like to use my phone, Ms. Angotti? *He cants an eyebrow, reaching toward one pocket.*

Ness: Well, she can't do it now, because he just called her on it. She watches him head back inside, frozen in place.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He does seem perfectly polite, and waits for her reply.*

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey regards her fiance idly*

Jez: He looks to Frankie. "It was good to see you again, Mr. Giardini. That suit is great. Is it Gucci?"

Andrea Angotti : "Not at all." She chuckles. "Nadia is spending time with her daddy for the week. I'm sure she's been getting under Craven and the boy's feet."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick to Jez- then back to Frankie.. apparently rather interested in the answer.*

Andrea Angotti : ((That should be boys' - plural - feet))

Jez: A flick of his eyes towards Ingvar. Knowing eyes.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 9,3,8,8,7,5,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Children, yes? *A smile that can't quite be real, before he turns to guide Abbey out of the club.* Good evening..

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Sorry- fading here- he does still wait for Frankie's answer.))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Hmmm?" He looks to Jez as the question of Andrea calling HIM comes into play, eyebrow raising. "Oh...the suit. Valentino, actually."

Ness: She turns away from the club to face the street full of cars. "an' don' ya be doing dat jus' bout cryin' thang." She tries to imitate Damien meanly, and then she kicks a car. "-Okay. Ow." She limps a few steps back from the car and gives it a mean glare.

Andrea Angotti : She exhales slowly, watching Ingvar and Abbey, her hand sliding into Frankie's.

Damien Thiereaoux: *eyes flick about, looking to jez(if he can be seen?), standing near the door for the moment*

Jez: "Nice." He inclines his head, stepping back.

Jez: He looks to Damien. Slight nod.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Thank you," he says to Jez with a nod. "Good day, Mr. Talino." His hand slips over to take Andrea's.

Ness: Finally, she starts to head away from the club. She's walking tonight. She has some anger to burn off before she gets home.

Jez: "Good day." He waits for Ingvar to dismiss him.

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodded to, he moves towards the bar, leaning over it once he gets there, wanting to order something but unsure what*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *With that, Ingvar guides Abbey out of the club and toward the car.* ((Thanks for the scene folks- had fun!))

Andrea Angotti : She stops herself from leaning into Frankie by sheer force of will. As it is she now owes him a dry cleaning.

Andrea Angotti : ((night!))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Jez he draws aside briefly.. only a few sentences before he's gone.*

Jez: He moves over to Damien with a tired sigh. "Ready to go?"

Jez: ((hold that post until Ingvar is gone))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: As if he'll let her pay for the cleaning of his suit. He looks over to her and smiles, murmuring a bit. "Definately a change of clothes." He chuckles a little.

Andrea Angotti : "What was that with the phone," she asks softly, turning to face Frankie. "One would assume that Craven's associates are aware of our current status."

Andrea Angotti : She flushes and sticks her tongue out at Frankie. "I usually go home after work. But yeah. Clothing good."

Damien Thiereaoux: *quietly murmured as he nods* yeah.....been ready....think m'chest is stuck t'mshirt from earlier....don rightly know how t'get blood from silk do ye?

Jez: ((once our scene resumes)) Damien: "Yes, I do, actually." He sighs.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Nothin'," he says quietly, slipping back into his more common speech patterns. "Nothin' important." He grins at the stuck out tongue. "Ya know, I know a sayin' that resonds to that particular gesture..."

Andrea Angotti: "It was somethin' Frankie. You got a clue so spill," she says, reaching up to run fingers through his hair with a sigh. "And you should probably take a lint brush to your suit. That dust smells and Brighid'll notice it."

Damien Thiereaoux: lead the way then....think Im too tired right now t'be in charge of anythin honestly...

Jez: "My car's parked around the corner." ANd he leads Damien out.

Damien Thiereaoux: *following jez out and to his car*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He shrugs. "I ain't got any idea what Urgahaldt was about. I just got a bit twitchy. Ya know how much I love yer ex, after all..." He chuckles slightly to Andy, then looks to his suit. "Yeah, I got one in the car. "I'll use it."

Damien Thiereaoux: lead the way then....think Im too tired right now t'be in charge of anythin honestly...

Jez: "My car's parked around the corner." ANd he leads Damien out.

Damien Thiereaoux: *following jez out and to his car*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He shrugs. "I ain't got any idea what Urgahaldt was about. I just got a bit twitchy. Ya know how much I love yer ex, after all..." He chuckles slightly to Andy, then looks to his suit. "Yeah, I got one in the car. "I'll use it."

Jez: ((Night))

Andrea Angotti: She sighs slightly and caresses his face. "I know, hon. Its almost daylight," she says softly, glancing up at him.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Night, guys! *Hugs*))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah...yeah, it is." He looks over to her. "Ya need a ride home?" An elbow offered.

Andrea Angotti: "I got my car. I could use a bit of company. Maybe breakfast? A shower?"

Andrea Angotti: She slips her honey sweet and glimmering arm through his, heedless of his suit.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Sure." He nods slightly, smiling very genuinely and warmly to her. "I'd like that." He moves to escort her out of the club.

Andrea Angotti: "I'd be badly disappointed if you didn't," she says softly, letting him escort her.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Out the door they head, to her car. He escorts her to the driver's side...mindful of women's lib with this one, the man is.

Andrea Angotti: She chuckles at that and grins, snapping her teeth playfully as she digs keys from her pocket. "Meet you at my place," she asks, arching a brow at him.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "See ya there." He nods a little, smiling warmly, and moves to get into his car.

Andrea Angotti: She grins and starts the engine, gunning it out of the parking lot with a squeel of tires.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: And out Frankie follows, away from the Limelight.