Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte pulls into the lot in her shiny silver BMW, filling the air with an annoyingly loud industrial mix. After parking she lets the car and music run for a bit, adjusting the mirror to make sure her hair is in order. She preens for a moment longer before cutting the engine and stepping out, peering around carefully as she locks up.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): The girl is a shining example of mixing innocence with aristocracy. She holds well defined cheek bones and facial structure surrounding brilliant emerald eyes. She has soft rich natural blonde hair that falls to her mid back when its not curled or pinned up. She's a figure of beauty, thin in the right places and appropriately swelled in others. She emits a feeling of loss, like someone who either needs or longs to be taken care of. (appearance 4, innocent. Youthful appearance flaw) Tonight she wears a skintight pair of white leather hip huggers over silver combat boots and a white corsette top. Her long naturally blonde hair is twisted in playful pigtails, bright emerald eyes lined with white and silver.

Jarod Freeman: He slips out of the other side of the BMW, shutting the door and moving around the car. a young man, blessed by God with natural great looks. He has a very "pretty-boy" face, vaguely reminiscent of Jared Leto with his well-defined facial structure and big blue eyes. He is just a little bit lanky, though he tries to stay physically fit, and it shows underneath his clothes. His hair, a shoulder-length platinum blonde, hangs free and unfettered. He walks the confidence of a man who knows who he is and what he wants. The pretty boy actor-singer is raved out, in a net mesh long-sleeved shirt and pair of cyber tube jeans, with mid-calf boots to match. His make-up...yes, he's wearing make-up...is pale, with a purple tint to the eyeshadow and fingernails.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte hugs her arms across her chest, meandering slowly for the club entrance at Jarod's side. "It's.. good to get out." She says, looking down to the ground. "I'm glad you came. It worries me. Being alone."

Jarod Freeman: "Why?" He looks to her curiously, head cocked slightly to the side, as he walks along. "Because you think you might be harmed, or because someone else might be?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a meek shrug, walking close to the man. "I.. I still don't know who all is out to get me. I haven't spoken to Vic yet. And Cherry.." She blinks with a tiny pause "I've not spoke with her since. And.. the other.. the other one.." She hugs her arms more tightly around her chest. "I'm just scared to be alone. Everytime I'm alone he shows up."

Galen Mackenzie: He glides across the parking lot, weaving among the cars towards the entrance.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): When she makes it to the door of the club, the bouncer gives her a once over with a wicked smirk. He demands ID on the both of them, with a look of disbeleif that a girl like this would even try getting into the club. Brigitte meekly pulls her wallet from her skintight back pocket and produces an ID with a faint smile, flashing the cover charge for both her a jarod.

J.T. Sincaid: Jeez dude wait up..I ain't used to walking so fast. *he says with a laugh as he takes a few quick steps to catch up with the long striding Galen* You sure about this place? Looks kinda...fruity to me.

Jarod Freeman: "Every time you're alone, who shows up?" He shows the guard his ID as well...well over the age limit. Just a youthful face.

Galen Mackenzie: "Oh, tha irony." He glances over his shoulder, slowing down minutely so that JT can catch up with him. "It's nae my city, an I'm nae expert on fruits. Jus' wanted to get somewhere ta have a talk wi' ye."

Galen Mackenzie: ~Esteemed by the Spirits, he exudes self confidence. Although his breeding is hardly remarkable, Stag's children note his arrival. Looking to be perhaps 20, his skin is a warm copper-bronze, certainly not from keeping indoors. Bright green with flecks of gold his eyes, gleaming brightly when amused or angered. He moves with self-assurance, his long legs clad in comfortable jeans carry his 6'3 and reasonably-muscled figure with gliding ease. He radiates an innate sensuality, with long, thick eyebrows and a teasing smile. Fawn coloured hair is layered in long waves, rakishly disheveled. A single gold hoop in his left ear and a chain with a Celtic cross typically his only jewelry..Wearing a blue dress shirt, dark olive jacket, and black boots laced up to midcalf, he seems comfortable in his own skin.~

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte frowns and slips into the club, meandering toward the bar with her arms still tight around her chest. "The one Cherry mistook me for. He.." She squints, shaking her head "This isn't the place." She gives a frightened look over her shoulder, as though expecting to see him manifest behind her.

J.T. Sincaid: And you chose a dance club? *he raises an eyebrow* I ain't exactly dressed for this..mayhap we should...head somewhere more..condusive to talking. *he listens as the bass from the music reverberates through even the concrete outter wall*

Galen Mackenzie: Shrugs his shoulders."Figured after we 'er done I could find someone else tae go home wi' tonight." Smirking, he looks over the crowd outside, then back at JT's attire.

Jarod Freeman: "No, it's not." He puts his hand on her shoulder, comfortingly. "I'm here. Whatever happens...he's got to deal with me, too."

J.T. Sincaid: You saying I'm not good enough for you! *he makes a feigned expression of indignance*

J.T. Sincaid: J.T. is a young man in his late teens standing around 5'10" and weighing around 170 pounds. His build could be considered average although since he's clad in an almost perpetually worn black leather jacket he appears a bit larger. J.T. could almost pass for a biker if it wasn't for his pretty-boy smile and his wild black hair seemingly styled in the dark with only gel and a hand. His light blue eyes make for a nice contrast to his dark hair and perhaps more beneficial for him they serve to distract onlookers from his what would be generously called lazy style of dress. A black Slayer t-shirt and blue jeans are his general clothes of choice, although for him really any shirt, pants, boots combination will do. He doesn't look bad, in fact many girls like the way he looks, but anyone with refined tastes would almost certainly dismiss him as a common street punk

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She nods, leaning meekly into the man before turning to the bar. "And that's exactly why I'm buying your drinks, tonight." She gives a coy smile and leans forward on the bar with a sultry grin to the tender. "Skyy on the rocks, please. Start a tab." She motions with her hip to jarod "His are on me."

Galen Mackenzie: JT: "Ye ain' my type." Pausing, he runs tanned fingers through his wavy hair. "Though' tha' is wha' I wanna talk tae ye abou'." Hesitating, debating the atmosphere and the seriousness of his intent.

Jarod Freeman: "Rum and coke, please." He smiles a bit, letting Brigette lean against him without complaint. "Honestly...I needed to get out. Do something to get my mind off shit."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She nods, grasping her drink and leaning in a striking pose against the bar. "How's mel doing? Everything good on that front?"

J.T. Sincaid: *he raises an eyebrow* You're confusin me man..inviting me to a dance club...then telling me I'm not your type. Stop it with the mixed signals. *clearly he's joking but considering this is only the second time he's spoken with Galen his humor might not be recieved well*

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (if you'd like we can assume that this club has two levels, the top one being a quieter setting with pool tables and booths. for talking and whathaveyou.)

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She takes a slow sip from her vodka, beautiful eyes scanning the floor with a hungry intent.

Galen Mackenzie: It isn't being received all that well, he frowns down at the shorter man. "Whether ye swing both ways.." Trailing off, perhaps with all the loud music and the topic for future discussion JT's humor might not be appreciated. "A bar then, someplace..private."

Antonio Pavlatos: (dance club right? scene open?)

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (very open)

Jarod Freeman: "Well enough." He nods. "Not much to complain about there. She's well, I'm well...we're all well. All the time. 'cause we can't tell each other anything else."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She frowns with a tiny nod. "It's for the best. If I'd gone that route with.." She trails off, taking another slow sip peering to the crowd with a pained squint. "I'm happy for you."

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs* Dude..I was just joking. *he motions up to the stairs that lead up to the bar/poolhall upperlevel* I think that would do..*strange he didn't notice there was a second level when they first arrived (hehe)*

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (you were blinded by the strobes and tacky music!)

Jarod Freeman: "I know." He slides an arm around her shoulders. "And I appreciate that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a playful laugh and ducks under his arm, grinning at the man. At least her spirits are up. "Hey now. How am I supposted to snag a hottie with you feeling up on me all the time? Sheesh.."

Galen Mackenzie: They get past the bouncer or whathaveyou without a problem, and he follows JT upstairs to the bar, eyes scanning the crowd for anyone attractive as well as for a dark place to sit and speak in private.

Alexander Donovan: Alex is 6' even, made of firmly toned muscle. His dark eyes are framed by a mane of golden brown hair that rolls in waves down to his chest. He carries himself with surity and purpose. He's currently wearing a white shirt (opened on the top three buttons), and light brown leather pants with a matching jacket. He almost dismissively pays the cover, not really giving the staff even a second glance. (Pic in the gallery)

Jarod Freeman: He grins. "Just tell them I'm gay, and you're my fag-hag. I'm an actor...they'll believe it."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte locks eyes on Galen when he passes, flittering the man a bat of glittery lashes and a sly grin.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a shocked look to Jarod. "You're gay! Elijah would have been appauled to hear that.. You never put out for HIM." She gives a girlish giggle and takes another sip from her drink.

J.T. Sincaid: *he motions over to the corner booth* You want a beer? (sorry for being slow stupid ICQ!!!)

Antonio Pavlatos: He walks in quietly behind Alexander, showing an ID if requested. *A young man with a surreal appearance that seems to be in his late teens or early twenties. He has the nervous habit of pushing strands of his ebony hip-length hair out of his face, revealing somewhat North American features on a face that is truly surreal, being more andrognous and pretty than handsome, or simply twirling it around on his finger. He wears black leather pants laced up the sides of his legs loose enough to show patches of skin, and an oversized black sweater, a long gray leather duster coat over it all. His large chocolate-brown eyes are very expressive, and almost constantly scan around him, but rarely make actual eye contact with anyone.* http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&pos=-446

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Green eyes flash at Brigitte, and he winks, more or less an unconscious response. His eyebrows rise as he overhears part of her conversation with Jarod. Maybe JT was right and this is a den of sinners. He joins JT in the booth, sliding his long legs in. "Hell no, not if it were like tha last ones. Scotch will do for starters."

Jarod Freeman: "Yes, well...I'm sorry, love, but I have to come out of the closet, behind closed doors. I'm not gay. But that's just between you and me." He winks at her.

J.T. Sincaid: Liquor before beer you're in the clear. *he meanders up to the bar and orders two glasses of scotch, Dewars if they have it. He's carded of course but luckily he's been gifted with a most impressive Fake ID. He brings the drinks back and slides one across the table to Galen taking a seat across from him* So...speak your mind my friend.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a cocky nod, looking through lowered lashes to Jarod. "Good. Suits my fancy nowadays." She gives another girlish giggle and peers back out to the crowd. Profiling.

Alexander Donovan: Alexander looks around the patrons, sizing some of them up. For what? Maybe he doesn't even know. He does ask one of the employees about employment applications as he casually throws an arm over Antonio's shoulders.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Samples the drink, nodding his approval as he gazes around, sprawling out then focusing back on JT. "How do ye feel abou' Erin?" Straight to the point.

Jarod Freeman: He chuckles a little bit, then glances around a little himself, starting to slowly move to the music.

Antonio Pavlatos: Eyes quickly scan the room, relaxing slightly at the arm across his shoulder. (Oh forgot in the description, he is wearing a thin, soft leather collar around his throat)

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives Jarod a once over, grin widening. "If you want to dance with me.. all you have to do is ask." She takes a sip, looking away teasingly

J.T. Sincaid: *he raises an eyebrow at the question, that was bold* Uh...*he laughs quietly, perhaps a nervous habit* Honestly...I know she's your kin and all (kin not being an uncommon term for a relative hehe) but I really like her. *he laughs quietly again* We get along real well...at least I think we do

Galen Mackenzie (upper level) -> Jarod Freeman: ((*G* what music is playing?))

Jarod Freeman: "You know me. I hear music on a dance floor, I start to move. Kind of a calling, as you know." He grins to her, and shrugs.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a flighty laugh and backs away from the bar, swinging her hips to the music. She wiggles her way between the dancers with another teasing glance to jarod.

Alexander Donovan: Alexander heads toward the stairs. Maybe it's less boustrous up there, but maybe not.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He makes his expression as bland as possible,taking another sip. "Mmmhm. I got tae hear how ye got along. She told me last nigh'." Leaning forward. "An this is between tha two o us." Locking eyes with him briefly, before settling back. "She tol' me ye fucked her. Was i' just a casual thing?"

J.T. Sincaid: She used those words? *he asks quietly, his carefree demeanor fading away quickly* We've been spending a lot of time together..I didn't think it was just a casual thing...did she say it was? *he had no problem meeting Galen's eyes, he's not afraid of the man after all*

Jarod Freeman: He shrugs and follows Brigette onto the dance floor, letting the techno-rock playing control his motions. He gets an odd look on his face as he moves along. A little more primal...a little more ethereal.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She spins around with a playful laugh, letting her hips flay wildly to the rythm. Having the time of her life it seems. When WAS the last time she'd done this.. Too long. That's for sure. She takes a carefree drink from her vodka and dances through the crowd with a liquid grace. Sensual.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): ((sorry was away)) JT: "She used a lot o words." His fingers play in a small puddle of water on the table. "She's nae sure what she feels abou' it."

Alexander Donovan: Yes, the upstairs is much calmer. Alexander brings them both to a table and sets out the applications, though his eyes are still on the other patrons. Still just watching anyone that catches his eye. ((Who's upstairs and who's downstairs anyway?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (jarod and brig are the only two downstairs i beleive. well.. that and the slew of clubbers)

Jarod Freeman: He's absolutely within his element, moving along through the throng of dancers. Even as he moves with pupose, his body twists and sways, slipping gracefully between warm bodies.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): ((upstairs with JT, seated in a booth..pic in gallery))

Antonio Pavlatos: He sits down with his back to the wall, looking over Alexander's shoulder as he fills out the applications, both of them.

J.T. Sincaid: *he seems a bit taken aback* I kinda figured she dug you..the other night in the park..she was totally ignoring me when you were around. *he looks down for a moment and then takes his drink throwing back the remaining three-quarters of it*

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte starts dancing up on some poor unsuspecting female, a woman a few years older than herself of moderate shape and figure, dolled up in full raver attire. Brigitte slips a hand around the girl's waist with a sly grin.

Alexander Donovan: Alex is filling out the forms, touching Antonio gently and nodding toward the bar.

Jarod Freeman: He grins a little, watching Brigette as she encircles the girl. His eyes shut slightly, and he stops fighting the urge to give in. He dances in perfect time to the beat, his moves instinctual, not preplanned or even really deliberate.

Antonio Pavlatos: Without a word, the young man rises and moves to the bar, ordering a Tequilla Sunrise, and a glass of red wine.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): "She an I were never like that." His voice isn't loud, a mild bass, but he consiously works to lessen his typical accent. He takes another swallow, leaning one arm across the back of the booth." I thought it was because we hadn't seen each other fer a while. She's nae too happy with your former roommate."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He glances towards the bar, watching the long haired fellow make an order.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte gives the raver chick a kiss on the cheek before unwrapping and slipping away into the crowd. She meanders around with lush hips still swinging, scanning the floor for someone she considers worthy of her time.

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs quietly* Yeah..she and Livvy don't get along. They almost fought...but I didn't let it happen, that's what lead to Erin getting hurt..she ended up fighting that other...one of your group. I can't remember his name at the moment.

Alexander Donovan: Alex glances the direction of those that make a note of Antonio, including Galen, but not paying him any more mind than some of the others. (And less that some of the ladies that look his way.)

Lurkette: ((21+ club or most anyone can get in?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (18 to enter, 21 to drink i'd imagine)

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): JT: "Ye have sex with tha one too?" Calmly taking another swallow, eyes traveling over the crowd upstairs, meeting Alexander's eye briefly in acknowledgement before facing JT again, watching him studiously.

Antonio Pavlatos: He brings the drinks back to the table himself, serving Alex the Tequilla Sunrise before sitting down again himself.

Alexander Donovan: Alexander gives Galen a smile at the nod. But it's more just a movement of his lips, like the smile doesn't mean anything more than the nod.

J.T. Sincaid: What?? *he shakes his head fervently* No way..we just lived together...she was staying at this scummy motel..I just gave her a place to crash for a few weeks. Then I met Erin...and..I guess you know the tale from there. *he looks down at his empty drink* Another?

Jarod Freeman: He's completely lost into the music...he moves against people briefly, but moves away from them soon after. The man is at one with the beat and the song, twisting and dancing in perfect stride. The floor is his, and he holds it well.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He shifts in his seat, pulling out his wallet and laying a couple bills on the table. "The same." He'll let JT get the second round. He's not entirely without sympathy for the Walker's predicament, and a few minutes away will give them both time to think over the facts of the matter.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): After making a loose circle around the dance floor, Brigitte meanders back toward Jarod and dances up behind him. She slips an arm around his waist and leans in to speak to the man, lost in dance. "These people are boring me. I'm going to check out the second level. Come up when you want to hear more about you know who." She kisses his cheek and meanders away, taking down the rest of her vodka and handing the empty glass off to a random clubber.

Alexander Donovan: Alex takes a sip of his drink before going back to the forms. They don't take him long before he slides one around to Antonio along with the pen.

Ziahl: Slips inside.

Antonio Pavlatos: He follows Alexander's eyes to Galen, but it is the barest of attention. Not rude seeming, more curious, but he doesn't linger long enough to make eye contact.

J.T. Sincaid: *he returns to the bar and orders two more Dewars this time on the rocks, just to change things up. He pays and returns to the table sliding the drink over for Galen* So...you were with Erin last night? I was looking all over for her, she didn't answer her phone..but I also didn't leave a message.

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

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Perception : 8,1,6,2,

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little bit, barely noticable, but for Brigette being so close, and continues to dance, at least until the song is over.

J.T. Sincaid: (oh no! not Ziahl!)

J.T. Sincaid: (haha just kidding)

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte swings by the bar to get another Skyy on the rocks before meandering for the stairs to the second level. She peers around with curious emerald eyes, looking for nothing in particular but a good time.

Antonio Pavlatos: He doesn't even look over the application, he just takes the pen and very slowly writes his name, as if it is a laborish thing for him.

Ziahl: A wide smile finds her lips as she sees the festivities and dancing.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He pushes his empty glass to the back of the booth, taking the second one, aware of some perhaps unwarranted minor attention. "With her, but not with her. She got herself fuckin drunk in under 15 minutes." Holds the glass up, squinting at it before taking a swallow, relishing the taste as it slides down his throat. "What are yer intentions?"

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks around at the various 'calm' forms of entertainment up here. The usual fare of pool, darts, and pinball. ((I would assume anyway, if I'm wrong, just slap me and tell me to shut up.))

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): d10: Per + alert : 5,10,8,3,4,5,

Ziahl: ((And for those who prefer a pic: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=107))

J.T. Sincaid: She got drunk? *he asks curiously* She told me she didn't drink all that often...you didn't make her drink did you? *he answers questions with questions, how subtle*

Alexander Donovan: ((Alex's at-- http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=4 ))

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): ( same with brigitte http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=18 i don't THINK she's run into Ziahl.. but i could be wrong.)

Ziahl: Dancing! What are they celebrating? She eases through the crowd with a cat-like grace.

Ziahl: ((No, I don't think they've met, Brigitte))

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Rolling those sparkling green and gold flecked eyes. "You got 'er drunk. I got her undressed and dumped her in tha shower, not that I got any thanks fer it." A short pause. "So?"

Alexander Donovan: Alex slides Antonio some money and nods to the bar again. "Splurge and get us some decent food."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte makes a slow pace around the upper level, sipping her iced vodka with one hand and running the other delicate one in a teasing manner along the railing. She blinks with a clear hunger from clubber to clubber.

Alexander Donovan: "... and give these back to the man."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He spies Brigitte, the possibly gay girl from downstairs, eyes wandering over her slowly, tapping his fingers on the back of the booth as he waits for JT to give him a direct answer.

Antonio Pavlatos: He gives a slight smile to Alexander, then immediately moves back to the bar.

Antonio Pavlatos: He turns on a dime, and takes the applications, then proceeds to the bar.

J.T. Sincaid: *he scratches his head* I didn't get her drunk...(if he did and I just don't remember strike that part) So..I don't know..I like being with her. *he says quietly as he tilts his head up to look Galen in the eye* Maybe we had sex too soon..but I didn't think I was taking advantage of her. She's sweet..I really like her *he repeats himself for whatever reason*

Ziahl: So many warm, delicious bodies. She feels like she's in a candy shop. Someone brushes against her, encouraging her to dance and she briefly twines around him like a serpent, before separating and making her way across the room. She wants to explore first.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte gives a not so subtle sway of the hips and a sly grin to Galen, watching with the half assed interest of a tease. She leans against the railing and peers to the bottom level in a sultry pose.

Alexander Donovan: Alex stands up as well, considering trying his hand at the pool table or darts while waiting on food, but he waits for his companion to come back before making a decision. He does pick up what's left of his drink and finishes it off.

J.T. Sincaid: *he taps his fingers in time as a live version of "(Don't Fear)The Reaper" comes on over the upstairs speakers* Sweet...Blue Oyster Cult.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He gulps down another swallow, ice clinking in the glass. "She got drunk 'cause of ye. Or maybe because I didn't fuck her." What's that expression? How about them apples?...He cocks his head, glancing back at Brigitte. Perhaps she isn't gay after all. His mouth spreads in a grin, paying her back for the favor.

Antonio Pavlatos: He orders a very rare steak, the largest cut available, a shrimp cocktail, a chef salad, and two slices of cheescake.

Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 5,5,6,7,7,9,

Antonio Pavlatos: The music causes him to sway slightly while he is making the order, an unconscious gesture.

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Galen Mackenzie (upper level): His attention taken with the lass, he blinks confusedly before figuring that JT's last remark was in regard to the song playing.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She sways her hips, arching her back in a delicate preen. She knows she's watched, and is apparently enjoying every minute of it. He'll come around.. when he's ready.

Ziahl: Oh, she smells food! Her eyes play over the crowd and around the room, following the stairs to the upper level, which is waiting to be explored.

J.T. Sincaid: What? *he says with a hint of anger in his voice, apparantly he didn't think the latter statement was that amusing*

Jarod Freeman: Eventually, he makes his way off the dance floor, and moves to the stairs. Up he travels, toward the higher levels, eyes scanning the area as he does so.

Alexander Donovan: Alex makes his way around toward the darts after making eye contact with Antonio to let him know he was moving. He gives Brigitte a wide smile as he walks by, just because she seems to be 'on the prowl' tonight.

Antonio Pavlatos: He spots the man that Alexander spoke with, and moves to him, handing him the applications, then returns to the bar to wait for the food.

Ziahl: Glides up the stairs behind Jarod.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives Alexander a once, taking a teasing sip from her glass of Skyy. She trails him for a bit, seeing where he ends up.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He pulls his eyes away from the girl. He got laid last night, so she receives a bit less attention than she might otherwise, but he looks the room over again, maybe she'll stay up here and play pool or order some food, the night isn't over yet. JT: "I didn't have sex with her."

Antonio Pavlatos: He catches the nod from Alexander, and continues to wait patiently for the food.

Alexander Donovan: Alex drops a quarter in the dartboard, then pulls the darts. If he is noticing Brigitte following him, he's not reacting.

J.T. Sincaid: *he shakes his head* You implied that she wanted to though...that's fucked up man. *he balls his right hand into a fist just for a moment instead of lashing out he just grabs his drink and downs the rest of it*

Jarod Freeman: He glances over hsi shoulder to Ziahl, offering her a smile, then looks back over to Brigette. He comes up to Brigette in a slow walk, following her gaze to Alexander as he comes up to her.

Alexander Donovan: ((How close is she staying?))

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte makes a bored meander past Alexander, sipping from her vodka. She makes a slow pace for Galen and JT's table, landing a squint of recognition on JT. She seems content to walk alone for now, watching the comings and goings. She blinks over her shoulder with a wink to Jarod. "Booth?" She asks

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (not close)

Jarod Freeman: "Sounds good." He nods, and moves to follow her to a booth, close behind.

Ziahl: She smiles sweetly at Jarod and when they reach the landing squeezes past him.

Alexander Donovan: Alex does glance back in Brigittes direction before throwing a dart at the board.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): JT: "I wasn't implyin' I was stating." He's still feeling the Walker out, though his manner is direct, he's not trying to intentionally hurt him. His glass sits in front of him, half finished. "It gae' me a fuckin headache last night...though I found a remedy for i'." A hint of satisfaction over this last bit. "Erin's got a stubborn streak, but I don' want tae see her come to harm."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She slips fluidly into a booth not too terribly far from JT and Galen, setting her vodka to the table.

J.T. Sincaid: *he's not exactly in the observing the surroundings type of mood, if he caught Brigitte's brief glance he doesn't acknowledge it*

Ziahl: Her eyes light up when she spies JT. "Hello, Jaaay Tee."

Alexander Donovan: d10: toss: 3,3,9,4,7,

Antonio Pavlatos: Eyes flickering around he doesn't realize that he is now moving his feet as well as swaying, the music making his eyes a little dreamy as if he is getting caught up in it.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte leaves one hand cupped around her glass with a tiny forced smile to Jarod "I've met him a handful of times. Always alone. Always in the dark. He's.. frightening."

J.T. Sincaid: *he shakes his head* I'm not going to hurt her..*he says quietly, what Galen has said, or perhaps how he percieved what Galen has said reveals that he himself is a bit hurt. He glances towards Ziahl when she greets him in that strange drawn out way* Hey..*he says curtly as he leans back further into the bench seat of the booth*

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Watching Brigitte, he makes a clicking sound with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. She's with someone apparently. Still, she's more pleasant to look at than JT, so his eyes will occasionally drift back over to the booth she settled at.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks back at Antonio before turning back for another toss.

Jarod Freeman: He slips into the booth on the same side as her, so they can speak quietly and under the music without having to shout. "Tell me about him. I haven't heard much, yet."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): His eyes narrow slightly at Ziahl's approach, waiting to see how well she knows JT, not replying to the other man yet.

Antonio Pavlatos: He gets the order, pays for it, and shakes his head at the waitress, requesting to take it himself.

Alexander Donovan: d10: number : 4,6,6,3,3,

Ziahl: "Gaay Lin." Her eyes flickering to his companion. With her accent feminizing his name as well.

J.T. Sincaid: (brb)

Alexander Donovan: A bit distracted maybe? He gives it one more toss.

Alexander Donovan: d10: last one: 10,7,7,3,6,

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Guess the rest of the conversation will have to wait, she remembers him too, and still can't quite get his name right. "Lass. What are ye doin here?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She leans in close to Jarod, resting a head girlishly on his shoulder and speaking as softly as the music will allow. "I don't know how he knows who I am. I.. I was scared to ask. But he's looking for an ally. Someone to help him take out Tom and Cherry. His thrall as well." She frowns, taking a sip from the glass. "I.. I've been playing alone, with hopes that Cherry and Tom would need me to set him up. Though.. when I suggested it.. it didn't turn out for the best." She rubs a spot on her neck.

Antonio Pavlatos: He takes the tray back to the table, laying out a napkin neatly at the chair Alexander had been sitting at and placing the steak and shrimp there. The salad goes in front of his chair, the cheesecake in the middle of the table. He turns to watch Alexander.

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles at the last hit, apparently it went where he wanted. He starts meandering back around.

Antonio Pavlatos: He gives Alexander a smile, then leans up to whisper something in his ear.

Alexander Donovan: Alex pats Antonio's shoulder as he sits down and starts cutting into his steak.

Ziahl: "Exploring. What are you doing here?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (alone-along)

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks back up at Galen, this look a little... less neutral. Not that the emotion there is particularly strong, just that it's not as bland a look as last time. He also studies each of the others at their table for a few moments.

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little, leaning in to appear as to be reacting to her intimate lean. His voice comes soft as well. "What happened, love?"

Antonio Pavlatos: After Alexander sits down, so does Antonio, adding a tiny amount of Italian dressing to his salad.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Ziahl: "Have a seat." Indicating the room next to JT, who takes up a bit less space. "Talking, 'aving some drinks."

J.T. Sincaid: You always draw so many looks Galen? *he asks the man as Alexander looks over that the Fianna once again*

Antonio Pavlatos: Antonio noticeable keeps his head down, concentraing on his salad, that he picks at more than eats.

Alexander Donovan: "Eat" He takes a bite (and not a small one) of his steak and spears some shrimp.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): JT: "Wha are you talkin about?" With his focus on Ziahl and having to pause their topic of discussion, Alexander's look has gone unnoticed.

Ziahl: Sniffs the air again as she slides in beside JT. "I smell meat." You can just hear the predator boiling under those three words.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She nuzzles her nose behind the man's ear, speaking lowly "I approached Cherry after our first encounter. And told her what he was planning. That was when she tried to kill me. Since then he's met with me again. He wants more information on the two.. he doesn't know much."

Ziahl: ((Who all is at the table?))

Antonio Pavlatos: A simple nod of his head, and the young man starts to eat the salad. Not fast, almost reluctantly, but he does eat it.

J.T. Sincaid: First the pretty girl...then the pretty guy..*he laughs quietly. He raises an eyebrow when Ziahl announces she smells meat* They have food...you want to order something?

J.T. Sincaid: (J.T. Ziahl and Galen are at one table)

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): ((lesse...JT and Galen are in a booth, not far away Brigitte and Jarod are in another and..I know Alex and Antonio are eating, but not sure where they are in regards to the others))

Alexander Donovan: Oh yeah, his steak is rare enough to bleed. He pops the shrimp in his mouth one after another.

Jarod Freeman: He turns and leans in to whisper into her ear...she might catch the frown on his face, but most others won't. "I don't like you being bait. Not that you don't do it well, but in your current state...it's not safe."

Antonio Pavlatos: (At any table on the second level that lets him have his back to the wall, probably not far from Glan and JT since booths are against the wall)

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): "I.." She gives a quite obvious frown, curling an arm over the man's lap. "I have to. I have to make up for.. you know. I'll be fine. It won't be anything like Cynthia. I'm not getting nearly that involved."

Antonio Pavlatos: (ick, sorry for mangling the name - Galen)

Ziahl: Her eyes drift towards Alexander as she pinpoints the source of the smell, lips parting slightly as if she can taste it. "Ohh yesss," she says to JT.

J.T. Sincaid: *he plays a bit of air guitar as AC/DC's "Hell's Bells" begins to play over the speakers. The music is easily heard but still somewhat perverted by the dull thumping of the base from the club music below*

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): JT: "I already turned down yer advances, there's plenty o' flesh in this place." He turns his head, looking toward Antonio, assuming that one was the one he meant, but that fellow seems to be busy eating and isn't looking his way.

Alexander Donovan: Sensing a danger to his dinner? Maybe just luck. (or maybe because he was already looking in their direction). He looks directly at Ziahl while she's covetting his dinner.

Antonio Pavlatos: A smile comes over his face as he spears a carrot, apparently liking the music. His boots tap slightly as he eats.

J.T. Sincaid: Anyone ever tell you you're strange Ziahl? *he asks with a raised eyebrow. He can't get out of the booth otherwise he'd go up to the bar to order her a hamburger or something*

Ziahl: Looks around, confused by the crowd as to whom she should ask for food. She slides out of her seat, and prowls towards Alexander.

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Percept/Alert Gavin: 10,6,3,8,7,7,5,

Jarod Freeman: "You don't have to make up for it, Lela." He shakes his head, leaning in to make like he's kissing her neck. A sigh escapes his lips. "I know you want to help, love...I just...be careful. Let me know the instant you need help, please?"

Ziahl: "No." In reply to JT's questions about strangeness.

J.T. Sincaid: (haha from 2 posts ago I wrote base instead of bass..what an icky typo)

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He finishes his second Scotch, the remains of the ice cubes rattling as he sets the glass down. Air guitar huh? Now he can see why Erin was attracted to the Glasswalker. "Where ye goin girl?" His eyes widen, lips twitching with a look of wonder as Ziahl gets up, moving across the floor.

Alexander Donovan: Alex flips his fork around in his hand for a moment... then makes himself set it down as Ziahl comes closer.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She purses her lips, running an apathetic hand up the man's jawline. "He is trying to kill tansy." She states, simply in a low tone. "I can't let him do it. You know if I'm in a bind, you'll be the first person I call. You're number one on my speeddial."

Antonio Pavlatos: That little twitch hits him and he feels eyes on him, he looks up at Gavin but immediately drops his eyes again and starts in on the rest of his salad with actual vigor.

J.T. Sincaid: Oh, well don't be surprised if a few others say it to you *he pauses* Cause ya are. *he laughs quietly, his ribbing in Ziahl's direction good natured*

Antonio Pavlatos: (Good thing that I read fluent typo, since I write it so well)

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): ((*wonders if by Gavin Antonio-p means Galen*))

Ziahl: "I would like some meat, please," she informs Alexander.

Antonio Pavlatos: (See what I mean? *Drops head in total shame* I just can't seem to get your name straight)

Antonio Pavlatos: At Ziahl's comment, he almost chokes on his bit of salad.

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs loudly as Ziahl requests "meat" of a total stranger*

Alexander Donovan: OK, that makes him genuinely smile. "How very... blunt... of you... miss?"

Jarod Freeman: He nods a little bit, pulling back and smiling to her. It's supportive, intended to set her at ease. "Good. I'd hate to think I'm #2 or 3." The smile becomes a bit of a grin.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He's watching Ziahl move across the room towards Alexander and Antonio, so he does notice when the man looks back at him, but he suddenly laughs out loud, a strangled sound of pure amusement, as Ziahl makes her strange request. His hand slips down from the back of the booth to bang on the top of the table.

Antonio Pavlatos: Coughing slightly he actually blushes a deep scarlet, something he hasn't done in... too long.

J.T. Sincaid: That was priceless. *he says to Galen referring to Ziahl's request as he wipes away a tear from his eye*

Antonio Pavlatos: (gotta reboot, brb)

Ziahl: ((*G*)) "Yess, I am female," she acknowledges with a sweet smile, one hand trailing the curve of a full breast to support her claim.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a half smile down to the table, weak and takes a sip from her vodka. "I'm.. I'm really trying, love."

Ziahl: She gives Antonio a concerned look when chokes.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): JT: Nodding his head, he rubs the palm of his hand against his forehead. "Now she's gonna take 'er clothes off an' give us all a show. I think ye better ahh..call 'her off."

Alexander Donovan: Alex. "Oh, I have noticed." The look he gives Ziahl isn't a leer... at least, not quite. Close though. Alex picks up his utensils and cuts off a fair portion of his steak. Half of what is left, (ending at about a quarter what he started with) and offers it to Ziahl.

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs quietly again as he continues to watch Ziahl* I don't really know her that well..*he says with another laugh to Galen* This is the first time I've ever run into her outside the park.

Jarod Freeman: "I know, Lela." He nods a little bit, leaning back. "I know you are. And unless there's something I don't know...it's a good start."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Whispers to JT. "I've seen her devour food, this is nae gonna be a pretty sigh'"

Ziahl: "Thank you," she says sweetly. Plucking the chunk of meat off the fork, quite oblivious to leers. "I will find you some money."

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs at the whispered words* Should be entertaining though...another drink?

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She frowns, leaning weakly against Jarod "It's.. hard. Not being recognized by some that I've made close relationships with. I showed myself to dara.. which was easy.. But the others.." She takes a sip with a tiny shake of the head "Someone I hold very dear to me was quite ugly to me not long ago. It.. tore me apart."

Alexander Donovan: "I think you've managed to pay for the meal already."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He slides out of the booth, stretching, and grabs up his empty glasses. "An some food I think. Aye suddenly have a cravin."

Antonio Pavlatos: (back, sorry, trying to get ICQ to work) He glances to Alexander, then the woman. He doesn't seem at all conscious of her sexually, unlike Alexander, but he does raise an eyebrow at Alexander actually sharing his food.

J.T. Sincaid: *he stands also and nods to Galen.* Let's see if we can round up Ziahl before she makes a scene.

Ziahl: A smile and a wink, and she turns to return to the table, stuffing the whole thing in her mouth and pretty much swallowing it whole. She's getting the hang of hunting in the city.

Antonio Pavlatos: He blinks... the woman didn't even give her name... Alex would be hell tonight...

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches with interest, glancing at Antonio for a moment, then back to Ziahl. "Pull up a chair, you can have some of my cheesecake."

Jarod Freeman: "I'm sorry to hear that." He sighs a little bit, a hand rubbing her shoulder lightly. "Love...you know if I could take what happened with you and Tansy back, I would. If I could take all of it back. I can't...but I can help you face the future."

Alexander Donovan: And yes, he'd keep saying that as she walked away. If she's that hungry....

Antonio Pavlatos: The glance was enough, he goes back to his salad silently.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): JT: "Oh, I dunno abou' that, we can stop her before she goes Full Monty..." Stares at Ziahl as she...a sudden flash to last night and he shakes his head. He knew it wasn't goin' to be pretty. "Hey lass, how about we get ye your own steak, what say?"

J.T. Sincaid: *he shakes his head at Ziahl as she eats the steak in a most uncivilized fashion* Good god! *he says loudly his eyes wide with surprise* We're uh....getting more food if you're still hungry Ziahl. *said in a tone that would indicate he's still trying to figure out if she actually swallowed that piece of steak whole*

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She brings a delicate hand to her cheek, on the verge of tears. She leans back against the booth, squirming away from Jarod. "She.. she thinks me a monster, Jarod. She'll never let me see my boys. It's not fucking fair."

Ziahl: Glances back over her shoulder, sucking her fingers clean. "Cheesecake?" Considerable interest in her tone.

Alexander Donovan: Alex holds up one of the slices of cheesecake so she can see it.

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: PercepAlert Overhear: 1,2,9,6,5,1,4,

Jarod Freeman: "Maybe in time." He shrugs. "Who knows? Maybe, given time, she'll be able to get past all this."

Alexander Donovan: There's an almost challenging look in his eye if Galen or JT look his way.

Antonio Pavlatos: No, the boy is defintely attacking that salad now, he missed both Galen and JT's comments. (*Kicks dice roller*)

Ziahl: She smiles at JT. "I'm going to eat cheeeezecake."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He calls over to Alexander. "Our frien' here is still gettin' used tae the city..." Well, he's not anyone else's keeper, but then again it's not impossible that someone might have a little difficulty keeping the veil in these surroundings.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a weak shake of the head, rubbing a hand over her eyes with a careful grace. Not wanting to smudge her white and silver liner. "She won't. If she sees me.. she'll kill me. Again."

J.T. Sincaid: We'll get you your own food Ziahl...just sit tight. *he shakes his head at Alexander and raises an eyebrow as he looks over to Galen* What's with that dude?

Ziahl: Galen> "I did." Alex is dangling the string in front fo the cat, her eyes on the treat.

Alexander Donovan: Alex sits back and pops another of his shrimp into his mouth. His attention back to his own table. Either she'll join him or she won't.

Antonio Pavlatos: Antonio doesn't seem to care either way, whether she joins or not, in his own little world, finishing off the salad he was told to eat.

Antonio Pavlatos: (And "Cherry Pie" just came up on the studio, how appropriate)

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Drops his voice when replying to JT. "Fuck it, let 'er eat 'im then." A bit louder. "I'm gettin a steak." He heads to the bar, sliding his used glasses on the counter.

Antonio Pavlatos: (Stereo, I need to stop taking meds, I really do)

Ziahl: "Thank you, Jaaay Teee," settling down at the table between Alex and Antonio. Apparently not seeing eating her own food as exclusive to also eating their food.

Jarod Freeman: "You don't know what the future will hold, love...none of us do. Not even her." He smiles a bit. "Don't give up hope of seeing your children."

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles and slides the cheescake over to Ziahl. "I hear you're new to the city?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He makes room, the situation doesn't seem the least bit odd to him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte tilts the glass of vodka back, downing the rest in a much needed gulp. She slips up "I need another, love. I'll be back."

Antonio Pavlatos: (whoops, reread that, change last post to...) He makes room, the situation with a woman with them doesn't seem the least bit odd to him, but he does seem a little anxious that he isn't closer to Alexander.)

J.T. Sincaid: *he shakes his head at Ziahl as she sits down with the strangers* Alright...*hopefully she'll understand that they're not getting her food now. He moves up to the bar and orders two Heinekens, he hands one to Galen* Drink up.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Holding the glass of ice, Brigitte makes a slow pace past the others' table toward the bar. She tries to shake the sad look off her face to no avail.

Ziahl: "Yesss. What is your name?" Reaching across to borrow his fork.

Alexander Donovan: "Alexander. And yours?"

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): "Thanks." He takes the bottle, glancing at the fizz and taking a sip. Much better than that other crap, still not great, but better. He motions a waitress over, ordering a medium rare steak for himself with a side of baked fries, tapping his foot against the back of the bar to the music.

Antonio Pavlatos: He slowly sips on his wine, wishing it was heated but so few bars would do that.

Ziahl: "Ziahl," she breathes, the name almost something like a soft sigh.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Brigitte slips up to the bar next to JT, laying her empty glass on the counter. "Skyy on the rocks, please." She leans in a sultry pose with a half assed smile at the bartender. Trying to perk herself back up.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): His eyes travel slowly down Brigittes frame,then back up at her face finally.

Alexander Donovan: "And your freinds don't mind you joining me for a bit.. or.. " he drops a few shrimp next to the cheesecake "bite as it were?"

J.T. Sincaid: *he raises an eyebrow at Brigitte's pose* Damn girl... *he says quietly as he takes a sip of his beer, he looks to Galen and laughs a bit*

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Perc/Empathy Ziahl: 10,2,10,8,3,4,

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She grasps her drink with a glittery wink to the tender, before turning to JT and Galen. "Yes?" She asks with an innocent smile. She leans back against the bar with a sip from the glass. Looking to JT "You're Mel's friend.. right?"

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): In response to the wink and JT's look, he pulls a quarter from his pocket, tapping it against the wood of the bar. "Flip ye for 'er." He says teasingly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a soft laugh at Galen's comment, flipping a playful pigtail over her shoulder "None of that boys. There's plenty of me to go around."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): ((at the risk of the migraine returning, I'm going to leave shortly...))

J.T. Sincaid: Yeah..me and Mel are...aquaintences *he says with a nod and a friendly smile* You do mean Mel the black guy bout this tall...drives a jeep? *said to Brigitte of course*

Antonio Pavlatos: He sips his wine, concentrating on the woman beside him now.

Ziahl: "Why would they mind? It's good to make friends." She looks at the quiet Antonio. "What is your name?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a faint smile to JT. "Yes that one. He's a dick." She takes a tiny sip from her vodka.

Antonio Pavlatos: ( :( )

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Well now. She's not a shy one. He shakes his head, taking another sip of the dark beer. "I prefer not ta share." He plays with the quarter, trying to roll it across his fingers.

J.T. Sincaid: *luckily he didn't hear Brigitte's "plenty of me to go around" comment other wise he'd be left standing mouth agape*

Alexander Donovan: Alex gives Antonio a brief nod, then pops another shrimp into his mouth.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): d10: dex + ath: 9,10,5,2,

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems to sink slightly in his seat, obviously a bit more nervous as he sips at his drink.

J.T. Sincaid: *he ponders why she'd say that about Mel* He met you in the pool hall that night...*was that her...damn he was way too drunk that night to remember who Mel left with*

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a playful smile to Galen "Aww.. but sharing is caring.." She lets out a soft giggle before raising the glass to glossy lips.

Ziahl: Pops a shrimp into her mouth, and bites it once before swallowing it. Ooooh, that's why they chew. As the juice flavor spreads across her tongue.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She nods to JT "That's right. The boy's off his rocker. He begs me for my number.. then has the audacity not to call me after I give it to him." She shrugs, arching her back in a tiny preen. "Oh well. His loss."

Antonio Pavlatos: "Antonio, ma-am, but most folks just call me Tony" Quiet voice.

J.T. Sincaid: Yeah...his loss..*he says quietly his eyes roaming a bit before he realizes what he's doing*

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He closes his fingers over the quarter, not having paid the slightest attention to the talk of Mel, other than hearing something about a Jeep. He looks down at Brigette, raising his eyebrows slightly. "I don't know JT well enough, besides, I think he's got tha wrong idea abou' me." With a poke to JT's ribs.

Alexander Donovan: Ziahl: "Looks like your freinds.. or would that be family?... are making a new freind as we speak."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives JT an appreciative once over. Hardly subtle. "What was your name again?" She looks over to Galen with the same coy grin. "And what idea would that be?"

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs and shakes his head* What can I say Galen, you're pretty. *he winks at him, so obviously joking it's not even funny*

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He leans in, speaking quietly to JT.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She nods to Galen, running her glass teasingly over glossy lips. "You are. It's true." She gives a glittery wink to the man.

Jarod Freeman: He sits back in the booth, lost in his own thoughts as Brigette flirts at the bar. Left alone, he allows his face to slacken a little, his eyes casting down to the table. Tired...he's way too damn tired these days.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): d10: overhear per+alert: 8,7,8,3,

Antonio Pavlatos: He finishes his wine,and speaks quietly to Alexander. "Could I get another wine?"

Ziahl: "ToeKnee." She seems to find some amusement in the name. "Friends," she says, popping another shrimp into her mouth and experimentally chewing it.

Ziahl: Smiles at JT and Galen as they make a new friend.

J.T. Sincaid: I'm J.T. *he says to Brigitte with a smile and a laugh. He takes another long swig of his beer, at least that'll keep him from leering at her*

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles and gives Tony the money for another wine, pulling him over by the wrist (gently) when he reaches out to take it.

Antonio Pavlatos: He tries to give her a smile, but it seems wilted as if he can't quite make it work. "Yes'm"

Antonio Pavlatos: He takes the money and doesn't resist the hold, but looks up in Alexander's face.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He glances around, looking for the restrooms. While the food is cooking, maybe he can get a quickie, or at least some head.

Alexander Donovan: Tony: "Pull your chair up next to me when you come back." Ziahl: "Ziahl is an interesting name, whereabouts does it come from?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She finally tilts the glass up and takes a sip. "JT, that's right. It's a pleasure." She flicks her eyes over Galen with a wild grin. "Better than you could possibly imagine, studpuppy."

Ziahl: Watches the two men curiously.

Antonio Pavlatos: Very, very quietly. "Yes, sir..." He moves to the bar.

Ziahl: "Egypt."

Jarod Freeman: He looks up at Brigette finally, watching her play the two men, and shakes his head with a slight grin.

Ziahl: Amber eyes trail Antonio as he moves off.

J.T. Sincaid: *now his mouth does fall agape, a bit of beer running down his chin, he quickly reaches up to wipe it away before coughing out a laugh* Holy shit...this night's quickly turning quite crazy.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He doesn't even have the common courtesy to blush, it seems the lass overheard him. "I'm Galen. Not missing yer date, are ye?" Taking another sip.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She blinks over her shoulder at Jarod. She flashes him a wink before looking back over to the pair at the bar. "He's not my date. Just a friend."

Alexander Donovan: Ziahl: "I've wanted to head that way for a while now. Never have gotten the chance though."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Glances in the direction Brigitte looks, an expression of speculation on his face. "Hmm. So 'ow abou' you prove it then." His eyes dancing with a challenge, he leans his arm across the bar, grabbing a napkin and handing it to JT without looking at him.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives another wild grin to Galen "Have something in mind? I've been bored out of my mind since I got here."

Ziahl: "I'm sure you'd find it... enchanting." Slicing a bit of cheese cake and smelling it before sliding the treat into her mouth. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...." Yes, she seems to be having an orgasm.

Jarod Freeman: He smiles a little to Brigette and nods. Looks like he's going home along tonight.

J.T. Sincaid: I'm gonna head out Galen...I need to call Erin. *he takes the napkin and wipes the front of his shirt again* You two play nice...or...rough..whatever suits. *he laughs quietly and finishes his beer in two gulps* I'll catch ya on the flip-side.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She gives a halfgrin to JT, with another sip from her glass. "Seeya around. Tell Mel I said hi."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): Food. Sex. Hmm. "Yeah, ye head out.." A slight leer on his face, the mention of Erin reminding him. "Don' say anythin' to her abou' tonight."

Antonio Pavlatos: He orders another red wine, asking if they could heat it, and sighs when told they couldn't,but he orders it anyway. When he returns to the table, he does as Alexander says, he takes another chair, sitting directly beside him.

Ziahl: Scoops up a much larger bite and stuffs it in her mouth. How come no one's ever fed her cheesecake before?!

Alexander Donovan: "Well, you certainly enjoy your cheesecake."

Ziahl: "This is sooo good."

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): He gets the bartenders attention, telling him when the steak is ready to deliver it to the table Ziahl is at, handing him enough money to pay for it, and finishing off the rest of his Heineken, pushing it across the counter, and turning back to Brigitte. "I could think o' a few things to do." His tone nothing if not suggestive.

J.T. Sincaid: I won't...*said in a tone that reveals he definately is going to. With that he heads for the door* Night Ziahl..*he says with a laugh as he passes her at the table* I think Galen ordered a steak, he said he'd share if you deepthroated it like you did the last one. *another laugh and he's down the stairs*

Alexander Donovan: Alex slides the other slice of cheesecake of to Ziahl. That was too good a show to not see again. He throws his other arm over Tony's shoulder. "So, what do you do while not out looking for new foods?"

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches JT as he leaves, an almost... calculating look.

Ziahl: "Bye JayTeee!" Waves, then cranes her neck to find Galen so she can smile at him.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems to melt into Alexander's touch, the tension in his shoulders melting.

J.T. Sincaid: (away! killing nick)

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): That son of a bitch. Fine, let him tell Erin, he'll only wind up regretting it. The flecks of gold in his eyes flash with animosity.

Antonio Pavlatos: (nighters!)

Alexander Donovan: ((Goodnight, sleep tight, may only the good looking bedbugs bite.))

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): Without asking, Brigitte slips an arm around the man's waist with a sly lean into Galen. "Well then.. what are we waiting for?" she takes down the rest of the vodka and sets the empty glass to the counter.

Antonio Pavlatos: He does look to JT was he leaves, but it is too quick to register anything.

Jarod Freeman: A little sigh, and he shrugs, pulling a clove and getting to his feet. He lights the thing, and then makes his way toward the stairs, heading down them.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): At Brigitte's touch the anger slowly leaves his eyes, he nods at Ziahl, but it's with distraction and his hand slides down Brigitte's shoulder as he leads her towards the stairs to walk down to the lower level. "Yer place or mine?"

Ziahl: "I meet people and make new friends. What do you enjoy?" Helps herself to the other piece of cheesecake, since he's offered it so generously, taking a huge bite, and letting it melt in her mouth, eyes closing for a moment as if it's the most glorious sensation on earth. "Mmmmmmm..."

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): She shrugs, running her dainty fingers along the man's pantline "Either is fine by me. I'm staying in a hotel right now.. so I don't really have much to offer. It's adequate enough, though."

Jarod Freeman: He makes sure to be in front of Brigette & Galen, so as not to look like he's following them. Down the stairs he goes, heading straight for the door.

Alexander Donovan: "I enjoy dancing, and watching dancers." Alex gives Tony a little squeeze. "Making new freinds is fun too."

Antonio Pavlatos: He smells the clove and sighs, wanting a cigarette so badly....

Antonio Pavlatos: He leans against Alexander as he speaks, smiling to Ziahl, but not speaking.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): ((and my head is telling me I need to be off...care to continue with them later?))

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches Galen leave the same way he watched JT.

Ziahl: Something about ToeKnee makes her want to comfort him. She slowly reaches over and pats his arm.

Brigitte Clara Deleon (dance club): (that's cool. it's past my bedtime anyway. *hugs* i'm out guys. thanks for the play)

Antonio Pavlatos: (Night Galen, maybe they can meet formally later, and i can type your name right)

Alexander Donovan: ((Nighty night. I've used up my witty comments for the night. As poor as the last one was, I don't want to risk another. So sleep well, and ignore the eyes outside the window...))

Jarod Freeman: And he's gone, out the door alone, and walking home.

Galen Mackenzie (upper level): ((same here, thanks for the scene *S*))Makes his way down the stairs with Brig shortly after Jarod, sparing a curious look for the clubbers in various forms of revel.

Antonio Pavlatos: (nighters hun!) He tries not to jerk away, but he does tense, his eyes looking to her for just a moment before he drops them and takes a large gulp of wine."

Ziahl: ((Good night))