Thomas Judge: He is dressed for it anyway, a night on the town, no female company, no gay company, just the Seraphim himself. Dresed in bright red jeans, white shirt with black gothic flames leading up each arm, a set of bracers hang from his jeans, the union jack flag printed over ever avavlible space. The guy looks on fire tonight, hair a little styled, cough in mouth sat by the bar getting quite a few 'warm up' drinks in first.

Sasha: The girl is out in force, and you know what? Honestly, she's never looked better. Her hair has a purple tint to it's blackness...a hint of coloring, perhaps. Her make-up is perfectly applied, with a definite "rave fairy" feel to it, with the same purple color scheme. She's dressed in a Lycra fishnet shirt over a purple corset, and a slick miniskirt that barely covers much. She's dancing through the crowd with abandon, as a remix of Prodigy's "Firestarter" blasts through the club.

Thomas Judge: He smiles "I luv this track." A more devish grin then, eyes back on his Jack as he downs another. Thats the thing about nightclubs, if you not dancing, your chatting with company, if your not chatting with company your drinking. And if you don't dance and have no company your generally left with option 3, which Tom has opted for, get pissed, listen to fat tunes then go and collapse somewhere, all in all the basis for a good night in his book.

Cameron Gerard: He steps in and takes a deep breath, it's a night off and he intends to have a good time. Bright blue shirt lies open of over a black T-shirt and a trench coat that stretches down to his ankels covers that in turn. He has black combats with chains hanging off at various points on and a pair of large boots. His blue hair seems to shimer where the lights hit it. He walks over to the bar and gives the bartender a nod taking a stool and looking over the list of various drinks.

Teri Jensen: *Stunning. It's an excellent word to describe her. Somewhere in her early twenties, she's everything that women hate and men take stupid risks for. 5'7", all siren, with a face that would make an angel cry. A riot of copper curls fall halfway down her back, her skin predictably pale to match, making her mossy green eyes even more intense. She's trouble, this one, wrapped in low slung leather pants and a red suede tanktop that leaves her tummy bare and zips up the front.*

Sasha: d10: Dex+Performance: 2,5,4,5,3,

Sasha: ((GAAAH!))

Sasha: She moves through the crowd...she's not dancing well...more slam-dancing then anything else, but hey, it's pretty much a mosh pit anyway, so what's the big deal? Slowly, she moves to the edge of the crowd.

Teri Jensen: ((wow. that is so not kelly green...))

Sasha: ((I am SO an advocate for taking that color out.))

Cameron Gerard: ((I could agree to that, lol))
he orders a dark rum and coke and twists round to get a better look at the place as it's poured for him.

Thomas Judge: He takes a drag from the cough, tries his Seraphim's Kiss, his swirls it in his mout an unimpressed look about his face "No seraphim would be caught dead bein' named after a drink that shit."

Cameron Gerard: d10: percep alert: 7,5,5,9,

Sasha: Persiration is heavy on the girl...she must have been here for a while, or she's just sweating up a storm. Of course, her eyes are fairly dialated, too...maybe it's something else. She disengages from the floor as the song transitions to Nightwish's gothic rock rendition of "Phantom of the Opera," and heads toward the bar to get something to drink.

Teri Jensen: *A brow arches at the music, sighing inwardly at the further decline of humanity. She makes her way to the bar, the click of her heeled boots on the floor barely audible with the music*

Cameron Gerard: Dancing people, woo, well, some dancing anyway, he scans through the crowd, nope no one he knows, hmm, just gonna have to meet new people then. He gives a small shrug turining to look at the people along the bar, and then a rather 'oh god not again' expreshion comes across his face, he looks down at the drink and mumbles something, not that anyone could hear it over the noise in here.

Thomas Judge: HE listens to the music, a small shake of the head, Classicals should be left as just that, they try and put heavy guitar riffs and bass in anything nowadays, as he does he lets his blue eyes take in his local surroundings

Thomas Judge: d10: Per & Ale: 7,8,9,5,

Thomas Judge: He sees Cameron, he just looks past 'manga' boy, hey he knew what Manga was now, he spots hot chick Teri (Just for note this Angel ain't weeeping) And he spots Sasha,they got on alright last meeting, he calls out to her "HEY SASH!"

Sasha: d10: Per+Alert: 2,9,9,6,2,8,6,

Teri Jensen: *Her eyes flicker across the bar seating, looking for a suitable spot. She perches on the edge of the stool rathar than sitting on it, arms crossed and on the bartop, leaning forward just enough to be suggestive without being lewd. The bartender gets a brilliant, flawless smile when she's finally noticed* Grey Goose on the rocks, please.

Sasha: And as always, the girl sees all. She scans around the club, eyes darting to Thomas the second he calls out. A tiny little smirk hits her face, and she alters course to head his way, a little sway to her hips. "Hey...looking good."

Thomas Judge: He nods checking her out "Not as robin as you pet, seems wen you polish up you make a pretty hot lady, you wanna drink, Tommmy's treat?" He smiles putting the cough out in the nearest ashtray smoke being blown from his mouth

Sasha: "Thanks." She grins a little, sliding up onto the barstool next to Thomas. "Yeah, I'm game for that."

Cameron Gerard: "Another wonderful name for a drink." he says more to himself as Teri orders, picking his own up and taking a swig. he looks to her "Why do you think they need such interesting names?"

Teri Jensen: d10: per, alert: 5,4,8,6,4,8,

Teri Jensen: *Her eyes flicker over to Cameron, her smile amused* Vodka. French vodka. *Glancing t what he's drinking*

Thomas Judge: He whistles over the barman after he has served Teri "Yeah gov, 'nother Jack for me, and watever this lovley lady is 'avin'" He gestures to Sasha.

Sasha: She grins at the bartender, who seems to know what she wants, setting down a water in front of the girl and then making a Seraphim's Kiss after Tom's drink is poured. Sasha leans against the bar, grabbing the water and opening it up. "So what's new with you?"

Cameron Gerard: "Rum" he says tilting the glass slightly and settin it down on the bar again. his smile also amused "Don't know or care where it's from to be honest." the corner of his mouth twitching a little up before reverting to the amused smile again.

Teri Jensen: Bar rum, surely. *Smile ever so slightly edged before she looks away in an act of clear dismissal*

Thomas Judge: He he slaps a $20 down for the barman once the order is done. "This an that pet, not much, wheelin' an dealin'"Which in his head means burning Zombies, saving kids and playing a really fucking dangerous game.

Cameron Gerard: he shrugs as she looks away "be like that." quietly more to himself than anyone shifting the glass back into his hand and swirling the drink before taking another swig.

Sasha: "Sounds like fun." She downs a coupe swallows of water and glances around. Her free hand rests on her upper leg, fingers tracing circles against the skin there. "More wheelin' or more dealin'?"

Thomas Judge: "More wheelin' pet, how about yerself, still on the horse so to speak?"

Teri Jensen: *She slides back onto the stool finally, stirring the liquid and making the ice clink against the glass, legs crossed at the knee. There's a vague expression of amusement again as she looks around Cameron to the others near the bar*

Thomas Judge: Two raised eyebrows "Robin point Sash. Hows life, lookin' far better if I may say so, certainly a step up."

Cameron Gerard: He reaches back collecting his drink again and swallows the last of it keeping the glass in his hand turning it around and around.

Sasha: She shrugs a little. "Partyin' hardy. Workin' for Alexia Rottersham, the singer for Luna's Fool."

Thomas Judge: He nods "Sweet deal, 'ave 'erad of them an her, can't remember where I heard but heard I 'ave." He doesns the Jack "So no longer workin' the streets, robin for you." He looks over to Cameron for a moment then his blue eyes catch Teri looking over, a wink and a small nod to her till his atttention is back on Sasha

Sasha: "Yeah." She nods, the hand that was circling her skin moving to glide up the skin of her torso, then reach behind. God knows where she got it, but she withdraws a cigarette and puts it between her lips. "Got a light, cowboy?"

Teri Jensen: *A quick flash of a smile back, glancing over the girl he's with, ice still stirred in her drink*

Thomas Judge: He seems impressed by the cough trick, he pulls out his light "I always 'ave a fire stick pet." he flips the zippo open, holding it up for her, the flame reflecting in his eyes and for a moment it is like his eyes have there own fire burning inside of them, a trick of the mind, or maybe the drugs in Sasha's case.

Sasha: She catches that look in his eyes and grins a little bit, leaning forward just so as she lights her cigarette...yes, she is an ex-whore, after all, and she knows exactly how to shift in order to entice. It may not even be on purpose...just a natural way she moves, after so long.

Thomas Judge: He clicks the zippo shut, takes in an admiring loo, I mean they are right there. Before signalling to the barman for another drink "So who you out with pet, not Gunthur Ze German I 'ope. Don't wanna meet that fella in a mosh pit."

Teri Jensen: *She smirks, watching the girl*

Thomas Judge: ((loo = look *My spelling it so off tonight*))

Cameron Gerard: He turns back round and places the glass down on the table sitting watching the barman to get another order himself, ah well he's in no rush.

Sasha: "Aaall by my lonesome," she says with a drag off the smoke. "Ain't seen Gunther in a hell of a while. And Lexi's off doin' her own thing right now. So, just me."

Teri Jensen: Could I get a fresh one please? His tab. *Looking back to the bartender finally, gesturing toward Cameron*

Thomas Judge: He looks to her, a small confusion as she says Lexi, but he quickly susses out that Alexia is obviously her. "Yeah I ain't seen 'im in a bit, wondered if he 'as biten off more than he can chew, serves the mouthy fucker right." A smirk as the Jack is poured and Tom lays down some more notes "Leave the bottle squire, I may see if I can push through till dawn"

Cameron Gerard: He looks at her and raises a blue eyebrow "I'm sorry who said I was going to buy you a drink?" he asks but gives the barman a wave of yeah fine even as he asks her. "And another lambs." he says to the barman. before looking back to her questioningly.

Alexia Rottersham: Why the hell would she go on stage when she can have just as much damn fun on the floor? Fuck playing, she doesn't feel like it. Maybe later. The girl moves out from a backstage door, shifting her way towards the bar. (poke for DD)

Sasha: "Not my problem," she says with a shrug, rubbing at the side of her neck some. "His ass, not mine." She shrugs. "So what're you doin' over here drinkin' yourself stupid, an' not dancin' for?"

Sasha: d10: Per+Alert: 7,1,2,3,10,4,5,

Sasha: d10: Specialty: 8,

Thomas Judge: A slightly embrassed look "I don't dance pet, not willin'ly an it takes quite a few ales to get me that pissed that I'd fuckin' try, Mosh pit I can 'andle like but dancing" His minds wanders off to some club Tom went to, and he went to many and vividly remembers his dancing, he has seen hippos move with more grace, and on;ly dancing, the angel has tried it once or twice but not with much success, "Two left feet."

Alexia Rottersham: She's impossible to miss, even by New York standards. Looking about 24 and standing at 5'6", she has a nicely full figure, curved in all the right places. Brown hair with brillant red streaks are pulled back into messily done buns, save for the red bangs that fall into her eyes. Brown eyes peer at the world through square glasses. But its not her figure that captures the attention- it's the sheer number of piercings and tattoos the girl seems to have. Metal shines from everywhere in her face, from lips and ears and nose. Another in her belly button. Her tongue. Pictures trail over pale skin. But despite her appearance, there's something unique and different about her that draws a person in. ((Cha 4 'Delightfully Different', Fame 3, pm for tattoo/piercing details))

Sasha: She glances over her shoulder as Alexia comes up, blinking twice, then grinning. "Hey..."

Alexia Rottersham: The woman is dressed in a skirt made of tattered black fabrics and an almost too small tank top that reads 'Rockstar'. Thick, clunky boots with too man buckles come up to her knees. She grins down to Sash, winging. "Yo."

Alexia Rottersham: ((winking even))

Sasha: A glance to Tom and she grins. "Ain't gotta dance with skill, just gotta dance." She leans over, and gives Alexia a tight hug. "Lexi, Tom. Tom, Lexi."

Thomas Judge: He looks over Alexia, shit she has more metal on her than Dara. He has never one to be star struck, not since he caught that Michelle lass chucking round the voodoo, an after meeting Eli and Ashlyn he started to think the whole entertainment world is supernatural...but still soooooo much metal, just ain't right, he never told any angels to stick metal through Adam and Eve, where do these mortals learn this stuff. He holds out his hand to her "Not often I get to met famous folk pet, robin to met ya like."

Alexia Rottersham: She hugs Sasha back tight, and keeps an arm slung around the girl. She takes Tom's hand, smirking. "Alexia, Lex, Lexi, that's fine. Don't call me pet though. Nice to meet you."

Teri Jensen: *She slips from her seat, moving to the one next to his, offering one of her smiles again* Excellent ice breaker, no?

Sasha: She leans into Alexia, her head resting on the other's shoulder as she listens to the two talk, swaying to the music of the club.

Cameron Gerard: "I quite like ice, why do you wanna go breaking it for?" he asks her teasingly. "How you ever gonna skate or sculpt or use Ice for anything more productive than cooling a drink if it's all broken."

Thomas Judge: Okay another no pet, that most likely includes luv, darlin too. "Soz Lex, 'abbit of mine. He looks to Sasha "You 'ave freinds now, look at that, wat robin luck."

Teri Jensen: *She laughs, legs crossed again as she settles in next to him* There is that. *Her eyes flicker over him quickly, before she offers her hand* Teri.

Alexia Rottersham: "It's all good Tom." Her hand back, she taps the bar so the bartender will get her beer, an arm still wrapped around Sasha companianbly.

Sasha: That draws a smirk from Sasha. "Yep. I'd say lucks been on my side in life." Something VERY amusing there to the girl.

Cameron Gerard: "Cameron" he says shaking her hand. "Charmed to make your acquaintence."

Thomas Judge: "It's all in the stars pet." He pulls out another cig slipping one in his mouth before offering the pack round the three "Cough ladies?" zippo coming up in his other hand

Teri Jensen: I'm the charming sort. *The smile turning teasing* Standard small talk work for you? Come here often and all that?

Alexia Rottersham: She glances at Sasha, smirking, before she grabs her beer. She takes a big swig of the alcohol.

Sasha: She takes one of the offered smokes, and gives another one of theose enticing leans forward for a light.

Alexia Rottersham: She sets the beer down, and reaches out to pluck a cigarette from Thomas' pack. She also yoinks the zippo. "Thanks."

Alexia Rottersham: Well, yoinks the zippo once Sasha's gotten her cigarette lit up.

Cameron Gerard: "Insert small talk here." he comments in an equally teasing tone as the two drinks are delivered, he pays for them and picks his own up though he doesn't drink from it. "First time I've been to this particular bar I must admit." he says with a half shrug. "Though I may have to start comming more often."

Thomas Judge: He lights up Sashas cough another quick look, Alexia yoinks it as Tom is left flameless still waiting for his to be lit, so he settles for a shot of Jack instead

Teri Jensen: It's... *Looking over her shoulder at the dance floor, resisting the urge to sigh again* Quite a place. *Attention returning to him* Not what I was expecting, somehow. *She stirs the ice in her drink again, head tilted a little as he doesn't drink*

Alexia Rottersham: She grins around the cigarette, and then holds outthe lighter to light Tom's.

Thomas Judge: He rolls his. leaning in to light it, then holding his hand out for the light, grin on his lips "Quick hands, Lex, quick hands, you need far more drink in ya."

Thomas Judge: ((He rolls his eyes))

Sasha: She reaches out for her drink...the water this time, downing a good couple swallows of it before setting it back on the bar. "So, Tom...I gonna have to drag you out there to dance, or you goin' willingly?"

Cameron Gerard: "What were you expecting?" he asks tilting his head in a mirror of her own tilt a slight smile.

Thomas Judge: He holds out his hands "We don't dance pet. Tis not the done thing, two left feet!" He imagines himself out there, he is doing the Can-can, not nice.

Alexia Rottersham: "Ahhhh, the drinkin' is for AFTER the show." She grins, winking, as she hands the lighter back. Another squeeze his given to Sasha, before she releases the other woman.

Teri Jensen: Something less... *Tacky. She shrugs a shoulder, taking a sip from her drink* Guess I've just been out of the big city too long.

Sasha: She grins up to Alexia. "Break a leg, or whatever the music version is." A glance goes back to Tom. "C'mon. It's pretty much a fuckin' mosh pit, anyway. Less a dance floor then a brawl."

Cameron Gerard: "Everywhere is either tacky or seedy or depressing, seems to be the general jist of it. some are more than one, so take your pick." he chuckles and takes a swig of his drink "Don't let it wear on you, just enjoy what you can of it."

Alexia Rottersham: She waves to Sasha with a smirk, and then pushes her way back through the crowd, to disappear behind a door. A few minutes later, said rock chick is sliding up onto the stage with herband in tow. Grinning like the cheshire cat.

Thomas Judge: He looks tom the dance floor, he has faced far worse sights but non get him so worried has him dancing "You get started without me pet 'ill drink a few more shots an see you out there." A swift nod, sounds like a plan.

Sasha: "Alright." She slides off the barstool, her hand accidentally (?) ghosting Tom's leg as her feet hit the floor. She turns and makes her way to the dance floor, ready to start rocking to Luna's Fool.

Teri Jensen: Where do you usually go, if not here?

Alexia Rottersham: There is no hello New York, or shit like that. There is no warning, no crowd pleasing. They just go straight into the hard rock that Luna's Fool is known for.

Thomas Judge: He grins,then shakes his head, he had just agreed to dance. He could blag it. Eyes follow Sasha as she hits the crowd "Dancin'..."

Alexia Rottersham: d10: cha+performance(wp): 3,7,7,10,2,6,8,

Alexia Rottersham: d10: reroll ten : 9,

Sasha: ((Lexi wins at LIFE))

Cameron Gerard: "I don't normally, I tend to go other places, I work at a place like this so often it's the last place I wanna go on my days off you know? but there are times." he shrugs. "When I do go out I go wherever the tide takes me."

Alexia Rottersham: ((7 sux total)) And damn, are they good. Alexia seems to own the stage, moving, twisting, stalking along it, and singing. The words are harsh, the song dark, but she -owns- that song. She pours passion and feeling into it. This is her fucking life.

Cameron Gerard: and as he speaks he raises his voice slighly to be heared over the 'hard rock', despite which he does glance over at the stage when he finishes speaking for a moment an considering look of approval before looking back to Teri.

Sasha: d10: Dex+Perf: 4,5,9,1,2,

Teri Jensen: Where do you work? *Legs uncrossed, and recrossed*

Cameron Gerard: "One of the places that is sleezey and depressing down in downtown." he says with an amused tone taking another swig of his drink.

Sasha: She starts moving to the music, and again, it's...well, let's just say it's obvious why the girl was a whore, not a stripper. It doesn't lack for passion, though, as the woman moves with wild abandon, sliding through the crowd, making contact with several people. Tactile overload.

Thomas Judge: He downs one drink as his foot starts tapping to the beat, a second as he looks over to Lex and the band, shoulder bobbing, two more shots and he is thinking balls to monty, lets do it. He gets up pushing the bottle of Jack to the barman for safe keeping as he heads to the -pit- of bodies and hopes he can find Sasha in there somewhere.

Teri Jensen: Sleazy and depressing. *Laughing softly* Do they use that in the advertising campaign? It's catchy.

Alexia Rottersham: And thus, Alexia and Luna's Fool continue to rock hardcore the rest of the night.

Sasha: She sidles through, writhing and swaying to the music. She grins as Tom approaches, and beckons him with a finger.

Cameron Gerard: "Shockingly enough dispite my best efforts to get it featured on the posters the guy who owns the place doesn't seem so keen on it." he says an amused grin.

Teri Jensen: Absolutely no sense of humor. *Smirking, taking another tiny sip of her drink* So where else is good? That the tide has taken you?

Thomas Judge: He barges against bodies, seems to be getting into the flow of it actually, there is no skill there what so ever, he may as well be brawling, eyes a little dilated from the drink, hence the dancing. As he moves up to Sasha, a point to Lex and a thumbs up, he seems to like it.

Cameron Gerard: "The best places are the places doing live music, addmitedly live can very from crap to astounding, but it's better than listening to the same old stuff forever, some of the 'up and comming' nights dotted about are pretty good."

Sasha: She slides up to Tom, her shoulders, swaying in opposite time to her hips, and gets in close, dancing against him. It's not overtly, Xtina Aguilera "leg-humping" sexual, but there's a definite sensuality to it.

ak -> Sasha: Baaad Sasha! *lick*

Thomas Judge: He kinda wasn't ready for this, if someone said to him Aguilera leg-humping he'd think you were talking about someones dog. He doesn't shy away however, one dance right, can't hurt.

Sasha -> ak: ((Can we say Girl on the Self-Destructive Cycle from Hell? *Grins and hugs* Sorry about this morning...the connection went down, and I kept trying to fix it, to no avail.))

Teri Jensen: I haven't been anywhere with a live band in forever... *Glancing over her shoulder again*

ak -> Sasha: sokay hon. I'll be on after work. Just chillin on my lunch. *snugsnugs* And yeah. I can see it. You know what kinda disturbs me...Micah still hasn't been buried...Half his friends dont' even know he's gone.

Sasha -> ak: ((Aerin's been making the rounds, telling people, and is arranging funeral stuff.))

Sasha: Nope, one dance, sure can't hurt...she sways up close to him, just enjoying the sensation of a warm body, one of many, so close to hers. Something's in her face as she does, behind the haze of sensation-overload...a longing, for something she doesn't want to be missing, but very much is.

Cameron Gerard: "Well now ya have," he indcates luna fool on the stage "And don't seem to be a bad one either." he shifts in his seat slightly and downs the rest of his drink.

Teri Jensen: *She glances over to the stage again, nodding with a small "Um hum" sound, falling otherwise silent*

ak -> Sasha: We are much needing to do Nathanael/Angel tonight. Provided I have power when I get home. It keeps going out at work tonight cause of the windage. We have back up generators. No such aminal at home.

Thomas Judge: Had he been more aware he may have noticed the drugs eyes, had he been on the game he may have noticed her movements, but the nights since Saturday have been long and he was still feeling it from the battle, the veil. He wasn't so on his game tonight. He sways into her, not too much hand move to either side of her hips but not touching, head thrashing to the beat, drink fueling his movements

Sasha -> ak: ((We will definitely do that.))

ak -> Sasha: Sorry to bug you in a scene. *sheepsh headduck* i'll slink off now))

Sasha: Signals? They're comin' out, consciously or not...little looks, the right body movements, the way her hips just happen to brush his hands.

Sasha: ((Lurker: Is okay, hon! *Hugs on tight*))

Cameron Gerard: He gets to his feet slipping off the stool. "Well regretably I wont be hearing the end of the performance, I should be heading out of here before any trouble breaks out, I really don't feel like it on my night off." he chuckles. "It's been very plesant passing the time with you, maybe I'll get the chance to again some time?"

Thomas Judge: He starts getting into the flow of things, not quite thinking like that right now, or not noticing, as the song dies down and Lex gets ready for another beat, he licks his lips, more drink he thinks, eyes running appraisingly over Sasha...no Tom, no, bad monkey!

Teri Jensen: *The flawless smile returns, turned fully on him* Thanks for the drink.

Cameron Gerard: "You're most welcome, it was worth the price of a drink for your wonderful company."

Teri Jensen: Flattery gets you everywhere. *The smile teasing for a moment* Actually, I should get going as well. Walk a girl to her car? *Sliding off the stool*

Sasha: The look is noticed, and quite definitely returned. She closes her eyes, leaning into Tom a little bit as she dances, making just a hint of full-body contact, briefly.

Cameron Gerard: "certainly"

Thomas Judge: No, No, No Tom, go drink not get wound up in this, pull away, get a drink, just stop it before it gets to far, now. He waits till the end of this song, body (trying) to move with hers but he has little grace, signalling he wants a drink and starts bashing his way backwards, hoping he has the power to walk away

Thomas Judge: d10: Willpower: 5,1,7,1,2,10,7,3,

Thomas Judge: He does.....just pull himself away, damn it she looks hot, no thats the drink....fuck!

Sasha: d10: Dexterity+Seduction: 6,9,5,9,1,6,5,

Sasha: ((Gaah, forgot dice for flirt Merit))

Sasha: d10: Flirt Merit: 7,6,

Sasha: She slides off the dance floor, following behind Tom. Hell, she needs the water, anyway.

Thomas Judge: He sits licking his lips for more than water just now, trying to hide the fact he is checkign her out and breathing a little more heavily, but that is the dancing...must be?, not quite sure what to make of it, he remembers her as that crack whore but SHE so doesn't look like that now. Hands tensing and untensing at his side. No you have woman, no, no, bollocks.

Teri Jensen: *She takes his arm, reguardless of if it's offered* Ready when you are.

Cameron Gerard: "then lets be off" He says not objecting to his arm being taken he begins to head for the door, walking out of the club, keeping the pace easy for her to match.

Sasha: She gets another bottle of water from the bartender and leans against the bar, watching Tom beneath slightly lowered eyelashes, a half-grin on her face...does she even know what she's doing to him? Is it an effect of the X flowing through her nervous system? Hard to tell.

Teri Jensen: *Heading out with him*

Thomas Judge: He looks to the Jack and pushes it away. Trust him to get trapped ina place called Seraphims Tears and he grins at the irony "You move quite well out there pet, you ever thought 'bout bein' a dancer like? That wat you do for Lex?"

Cameron Gerard: Once outside he takes a deep breath clearing his lungs of the smells and smoke of the club "So where's this car I'm walking you to?" he asks lightly.

Sasha: She shakes her head, taking a drink of water. "Personal assitant. Just kind of help her out. Thanks, though." She smiles a little, tongue flicking over her lips.

Teri Jensen: Just up the block. I can manage. Just policy to never be seen leaving a club alone. It avoids trouble. *Smiling, moving to untangle her arm*

Thomas Judge: He gulps "No probs, so you got a fella then Sash?" A sip of the whiskey, eyes not leaving her face now, still be strong Tom, be strong.

Cameron Gerard: "As you wish" he says letting her arm free and looking about a bit for a moment. "hmmm, that way." he mumbles to himself. "We'll it's been grand, take care now." he says lightly giving her a half wave and starting off down the road hands going into the pockets of his trench coat.

Sasha: Something hits her eyes, a flash of something...a slight, almost imperceivable twitch. It's gone almost before one could notice it. "Nope," is all she says, shaking her head as she produces another cigarette from behind her back. She holds it up, as if to ask for a light.

Teri Jensen: *She stays put, arms crossed lightly in front of her, watching him go*

Thomas Judge: He pulls the zippo out and lights it, leaning in to light her cough, pocket vibrating as he does.

Cameron Gerard: and off he goes, headed towards the water front. ((Thanks for the RP all))

Teri Jensen: *A soft sigh, glancing back to the building before she starts up the street in the other direction*

Teri Jensen: ((bye :) ))

Thomas Judge: ((Bye, I need to off soon am afraid too, sorry Rav :( 10 mins warning))

Sasha: ((Bye, guys! *Hugs*)) She leans in to get the cigarette lit, and...whoops, throws herself off-balance. She puts an arm out to steady herself, using Thomas's leg as the steadying block.

Thomas Judge: He reaches out steading her using her hip as his point of support, one hand pulling his phone from his pocket. "Easy there pet."

Sasha: "I'm fine..." She straightens out, taking a drag off the smoke as she looks at his phone as if it were the devil.

Thomas Judge: He would be the one holding it as he frowns, big style "Fuck!" He slips the phone away and rips the top off his cough packet writing his number down as he looks to Sasha, looks Sasha up and down "I 'ave to go pet, am needed."

Sasha: She frowns, and then shrugs it off. "Fine, catch you later, Tom."

Thomas Judge: He hands her his number "Call me if you want pet, few 'ave got me dancin'" He stands sliding the bottle of Jack in her direction, it was paid for "I 'ad fun Sash, it was robin, an so where you." A wink as he heads for the door

Sasha: She takes the number with a nod. "See you, Tom." She looks around the club as he heads out with a sigh.

Thomas Judge: As the air hits he rubs his face, Damn why was he always a sucker for a pretty face....and body....and legs. He puts his hands in his pockets thankful for the need to do something to take his mind off his libido. ((Night man, thanks for the scene :) ))

Sasha: ((Night, Judas. Thanks for the scene. *S*))