Mercury: ((*waves to everyone leaving*))

antonio pavlatos: (Night, thanks for the scene!)

Sha-Sha: ((G'night!))

Moira Connolly: her pale finger reaching out to glide against the shaking finger there was a pout in her lips. on closer look she seemed a work of art almost perfectly sculpted. and dazzling green eyes. when she nears she mouthes and whispers the sensual lines of the current song.

Alexander Donovan: One hand slides up Mercury's T-shirt, the other reaches down to pet tony.

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 4,8,6,4,7,4,

Mercury: A sudden, sharp, hissing intake of breath, followed by a low groan unheard under the music.

Sha-Sha: *She wrapped her finger around Moira's briefly, then grinned. She sways her hips to the beat of the music, her arms raising in the air.*

antonio pavlatos: He leans into the petting, but he stays busy elsewhere, and considering that no doubt others were affected in the club, they wouldn't be that noticable, thankfully.

Moira Connolly: she grins and continues moving with Sha-sha until she hears a song she really didn't care to dance to. she makes a face at the DJ booth and stops dancing as she looks Sha sha taking her hand and gently lifting her knuckle to her lips pressing them lightly to only leave a faint lingering imprint from her black and red painted lips.

Alexander Donovan: Alex seems to be giving Mercuy a bit of a message under his shirt, his own breathing quickening a bit.

Sha-Sha: *She blinks, then giggles as her hand is kissed. She looks at the booth, then over at the bar and nods in that direction with a questioning look. It was easier than trying to speak over the music.*

Moira Connolly: She nods her head with a gentle gestule of after you.

Mercury: He drops a hand to Alex's leg, digging in a bit with his fingers, head tilted back.

Sha-Sha: *She grins and walks towards the bar. It's not an active thought that causes her hips to sway as she slips through the crowd, but it happens none-the-less.*

Moira Connolly: a flicker of mischief, a twinkle of anargance in her eyes as she moved with Sha Sha to the booth. her steps always of a slight sensual elegance.

antonio pavlatos: He is pressed up against the lower half of Alex, on the floor, and simply grinding against his legs.

Alexander Donovan: Alex's hips wiggle a bit, whispering in Mercury's ear. "Just say when..."

antonio pavlatos: Head more of less sandwiched between the two men at the moment, his body tenses, then goes through a shuddering spasm.

Mercury: He bites his lip, eyes closing, not stopping Alex from anything.

Sha-Sha: *She arrives at the bar and asks for a simple sprite, the stamp on her hand making it pretty obvious why. She didn't care, she could have fun without it.*

Alexander Donovan: Alex holds Tony tight to himself, his hand trailing from Mercury's chest downward.

Moira Connolly: Moira would order her usual a shirley temple as she turns to face Sha Sha "i'm moira.."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: The man steps through the front door of the Club, looking a bit like he's on the prowl. The man's got a slightly different look tonight...the dress shirt and slacks have been switched out for a red lace-up shirt and leather pants, with the trench coat hanging over it all. His hair hangs free, spilling over his shoulders and down to his waist. Dark green eyes scan around the place, watching the heightened sensuality of the place with some sort of dark amusement as he makes his way past the front door.

antonio pavlatos: And that shudder continues.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Gaah. Color change for sanity.))

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (Oh, you just missed the fun, Satyr style.)

Alexander Donovan: Alex relaxes a bit, now only strocking Tony's hair. His hand moves up to Mercury's chest again, coming back down.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> antonio pavlatos: ((Yeah, I know. Always miss the best Limelight scenes. I was busy with a ST'ed scene. :P))

Mercury: A wince, which oddly is accompanied by a dark smile.

Sha-Sha: *She grins at Moira* Sha-Sha, a pleasure! *Her accent isn't from New York, though it's hard to place, more like she had one once but it's been trained out of her.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Per+Alert: 3,9,7,10,3,1,

Mercury: "When," he finally groans to Alex, for no other reason than a damp t-shirt. Well, that, and continuing here might not be a good idea. The moon is not *entirely* in their favor.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He raises an eyebrow as he approaches the bar, eyes casting over to Alexander, Mercury, and Antonio...interesting. He smirks and shakes his head, looking back to the bar as he orders his particular brand of scotch...18-year-old Chivas Regal, for those keeping score. He glances to Moira and Sha-Sha as well as he waits there.

Alexander Donovan: Alex's hand stops, just relaxing for a moment.

antonio pavlatos: He nuzzles against Alexander almost roughly, then he his body seems to run out of energy and he simply curls against Alexander's legs, trying to find out where his breath went to, his head slipping out from between the two men to rest against Alex's leg. He blinks though, and reaches over to Mercury, touching the stain on his t-shirt. He murmurs softly. "You're bleedin'."

Mercury: He grins at Tony, his eyes seeming even blacker in the irises than usual. "Yeah, I am." And he laughs.

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (Aerin would see others having lost control in the bar as well. Fang already went to bed, but it seems several folks sorta lost it in public there tonight)

Sha-Sha: *She glances over at Aerin as he looks their way. A smile and a nod is given.*

Mercury: He grabs his jack and finishes it in one gulp, then looks around.

Mercury: d10: : 2,6,9,3,6,1,

Mercury: Grins over at Aerin, then flops his head back against Alex's shoulder.

Moira Connolly: She smiles "not a new yorker either huh?" she sips the sweet cherry flavored drink. She catches Aerin's glance with a grin back looking back to Sha Sha.

Mercury: ((gonna switch I think to a more, eh, unusual sort...Merc is probably going to get a little dangerous))

Mercury: He opens his eyes, working himself to stand up. "You guys got cab fare? I'm gonna head home to Rei."

Mercury: He slips on his jacket, to cover the bloodstained t-shirt.

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles and shakes her head* Just arrived about a month ago. You?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks over the two women with something a touch predatory in his gaze, eyeing them for just a touch too long to be casual before looking away. And he wasn't even iin here when the hijinks began. He gets his drink and pays for it, then makes his way away from the bar, toward the daybeds.

Alexander Donovan: "You going to be Okay? Don't want the cabbie hauling you to an unscheduled stop at the ER."

Mercury: "Limo, dear Alex." He laughs. "The chauffeur gets paid not to notice shit."

antonio pavlatos: (*Pouts* Okay! lol) He looks up at Mercury with half-closed lids, "You're leavin', Sir?"

Alexander Donovan: "Alright. Yeah, we seem to be racking up places to stay."

Mercury: He strokes his hand through Tony's hair. "Yeah, Boo. It's been fun, but I gotta keep Rei company."

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 2,6,5,2,8,

Sha-Sha: *She winks at Aerin as he continues to stare their way for a long moment.*

Mercury: He grins and waves at Aerin.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks up as they are approached... now that he's not busy anyway. He isn't in a hurry, but does take his hand back, licking the blood off his fingers and palm.

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc+Alertness: 8,9,8,6,6,8,5,

Moira Connolly: She like Sha Sha would wink, but would also give a playful blow of a kiss. watching both their reactions as she leaned a little closer to Sha sha.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He sips at his drink as he comes up to the bed, a cigarette having been placed between his lips somewhere along the way and lit. He nods to the three men, a faint sort of smirk on his face. "Evening. Looks like I came into the club a bit late tonight..."

antonio pavlatos: (Now where was that when I had him dancing?) It seems passion has made his senses even sharper, and his normal scanning of the room is crystal clear. He notes the other looks of passion on people's faces, and notices Aerin at the women.

Mercury: Aerin: "Yeah, you missed a bit. A hell of a dance, too. It was...amazing." Tugs a bit on his bloody t-shirt. I'm going home to Rei, so talk to you later."

Mercury: OOC> quote mark before I'm going

Alexander Donovan: "I don't know. Mercury may not be sticking around, but we're not going anywhere." Alex slowly peels his own shirt off and hands it to tony.

Mercury: Once goodbyes are said proper, he leaves the club.

antonio pavlatos: He looks up at Aerin from the floor at Alexander's feet, eyes misty, face serene and peaceful looking.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He grins a little bit to Mercury, nodding. "All right. I'll see you later, Mercury." He looks away from the man, back to Alex with a chuckle. "Good to hear. Mind if I join you?"

Moira Connolly: She glances ro Sha Sha "i've been here since the beginning of the semister, Attending Juliard. What brings you to the big apple?"

Sha-Sha: *She watches Aerin move towards the other men, ahh, that was a sight to watch. Yummy. She looks back over at Moira as the woman leans closer.

Alexander Donovan: "Of course not. Your company is certainly welcome." Alex pats the bed next to him.

Sha-Sha: Mmm...Fate. *She grins.* Chance. It was time to stop travelling and this is where I happened to land.

Terrence London: He walks into the club, shoulders back and walking tall. Tall and lanky, he is virtually a beanpole but with some sinewy muscle to save him from weakling status. He hovers between plain and attractive, and he has ordinary brown eyes beneath arched dark eyebrows. His light brown hair long to his shoulders and currently tied back smartly in a long ponytail. He appears to be in his mid-20s. He is wearing a very nicely cut, pin-striped suit with a black bowler hat at a jaunty angle, and carrying a stout, mahogany walking stick, the handle curved into a dragon's head. [http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Terrence.jpg]

Terrence London: He gets by without carding, and he pokes his walking stick at various ankles and legs to move people out of his way.

Moira Connolly: "isn't is alway by her fickle hand?" she grins to Sha Sha as she watches the goings on her attentions remaining primary on Sha Sha.

antonio pavlatos: When Aerin sits down, he leans across Alexander's legs to nuzzle his legs lazily in greeting.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He chuckles and nods, slipping onto the bed and settling in next to Alex with a swallow of scotch. "So how are you two doing?"

Terrence London: "Oh dear dear, oh tsk tsk, oh dearie me," he mutters as he pokes his way through the crowd. When he reaches the bar, he flicks out a pristine white handkerchief and mops at non-existent perspiration on his brow.

Alexander Donovan: Alex pulls tony up into the bed with him after Aerin sits down.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He lowers an idle hand down to pet Tony's hair lightly at the nuzzle.

Terrence London: "A martini, my good sir," he says in a high-pitched British accent. "Shaken not stirred, with an olive twist. That will do, that will do."

Alexander Donovan: "Ohh... very, very well. Though Mercury may need some temporary stitches."

Sha-Sha: *Sha's paying attention to Moira, but she can't help but keep looking at the guys on the day beds. She watched them head that way after all. It certainly was entertaining.* Indeed it is. *She grins.*

Alexander Donovan: ((It's London. Terrence London.))

Terrence London: ((He isn't cool enough to be a secret agent. *G*))

Sha-Sha: *Oh her eyes are drawn like a moth to a flame to Terrence the moment she hears that accent. Oooooooo. More eye candy! Yes, yes, Sha-sha REALLY likes this place.*

antonio pavlatos: He is still looking around after he curls back up at Alex's feet. He blinks, seeing the odd man who kept falling all over the club earlier. He seems... different.

antonio pavlatos: (ROFL)

Terrence London: He pays for the drink, after flicking his handkerchief back in his breast pocket with a dramatic flair.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Sounds like an enjoyable time for all," he says with a slight chuckle to Alexander.

Moira Connolly: She stiffens a moment as she reachs into her boot pulling out her cell opening it to read a text. her brows furrow with a sigh she sits up. "looks like there is an emergency i have to go fix. " she pouts "when i was having so much fun tonight.

Terrence London: He looks over at Sha and gives her a big smile. "My dear," he rasps (since he had just taken a drink of the martini), "If I told you that you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?"

Sha-Sha: Aww. Well good luck Moira. Again, it was a pleasure to meet you. *She waves at the other woman.*

Terrence London: ((IcQ went off on me, btw. It died.))

Moira Connolly: She lifts a brow seeing the composed Terrence grinning to bad she has seen his fubling earlier.

antonio pavlatos: (I missed that he got pulled up, sorry, just change floor to curled up by Alex)

Sha-Sha: *She blinks at Terrence, then squeezes her eyes shut briefly in disbelief* Oh come on! Surely you can come up with a better line than that!

Moira Connolly: "Adeiu...and perhaps another night. "She dips and moves out of the booth with a wink to her and towards the door heading to the dorms.

Alexander Donovan: Aerin: "So what have you been up to?"

Moira Connolly: ((night everyone have lotsa fun ;) ))

antonio pavlatos: He blinks at Terrence, then starts nuzzling Alexander's shoulder. Now that the passion has been released, he is back to more normal subdued state.

antonio pavlatos: (Night! Thanks for the scene!)

Sha-Sha: *She nods at Moira, then turns her attention back to Terrence*

Luis Ruiz: * He is a short, well built latino in a pair of khaki pants and a gray polo shirt. The eyes are a deep brown and he looks too be in his mid to late twenties. At one time he was handsome, but there is a large and ugly scare along the right side of his neck that has changed all of that. *

Sha-Sha: ((Night Moira! Thanks!))

Terrence London: "Hm, that chestnut is a bit rotten is it? How about, do you know, your hair and my pillow are perfectly color coordinated?"

Terrence London: ((Night!))

Luis Ruiz: * Entering the club from off the street he pauses for the patdown and wand before entering and cuting his way through the sea of dancers on his way to the bar. *

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Moving, mainly. Ethan and I are moving out of my apartment." He shrugs a little bit. "And beyond that, a lot of getting shit done."

Terrence London: "Or even better!" he enthuses. "I have a riddle! Do you know what winks and screws like a tiger?"

Sha-Sha: *She groans* You're awful. *She's amused, though, and so doesn't dismiss him out of hand.*

Alexander Donovan: "Are we privy to the new address?"

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Of course." He nods a little bit. "Apartment in the Upper West Side, for now. Moving in with Bliss, a member of my...circle."

Luis Ruiz: * He takes a seat on one of the stolls and wipes at the bartop with his hand before looking up to see what might be instore for the evening. After a few moments he seems to settle on something and he shifts on the seat while he waits for the tender to make her way over to him. *

Luis Ruiz: {{ Blah. Stolls=stools }}

antonio pavlatos: He rubs against Alexander more intently, trying to gain his attention, still staring and listening to Terrence.

Alexander Donovan: "Ahh. Good idea."

Sha-Sha: Lazy Desc: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10723/Shasha.jpg (hair with the blue in the front currently) Wearing: Leather pants with lacings from ankle to calf, webbed blouse under a deep red bodice with gothic architechtural bits embroidered on it.

Terrence London: He grins and finally finishes the riddle by...winking at Sha. Then he slaps his knee with a loud guffaw.

Alexander Donovan: ((Alex is on page one. Nice to start with an 'a'.))

Terrence London: Sha-Sha: "I have something better! I'm new to this country and you are the prettiest sight I've see so far. Can you give me a tour of your body?" Gleefully brandishes his cane in the air. "Even better! Hi, my name is Milk. I'll do your body good."

Luis Ruiz: {{ Luis is in there somewhere. }}

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "I thought so." He nods, leaning back and looking over to Tony. He follows the man's gaze over to Terrance, eyes tracking the cane-wielding man for a moment. He still speaks to Alex, though it's perhaps slightly distracted. "Not sure if we'll stay there, or if we'll find our own place soon...either way, we'll be in that vicinity, though."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((So is Aerin, though I think he's still under Jeremy. Gotta fix that.))

Sha-Sha: *She covers her eyes with her hand.* Dear god. How about "Hi, I'm so-and-so. You are?" Honestly, I think you'll have much better luck with the women you meet that way.

Luis Ruiz: * Once she gets to him he orders quietly and waits while she heads off to pour his drink. A slow frown crosses the features and then is quickly gone. *

Alexander Donovan: Alex has to look up at Terrence with both of the other two looking that way. "You guys know him?"

antonio pavlatos: He dares to just murmur to Alex, since he can't seem to get his attention at the moment. "Mtolo, excuse... but... that man... he's... very weird."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "Nope." He shakes his head. "Just idly curious."

Terrence London: He grins and bows to Sha-Sha as if he's just given a performance and received a standing ovation. He then walks away, forgetting his martini.

antonio pavlatos: At the question, he speaks more openly. "Mtolo, he was... here earlier, he left as you came in... he was... different. He acted... scared at times, 'n he kept fallin' over things 'n people, 'n fell when he was dancin'. He ain't like the same man now... but he looks the same."

Terrence London: He stops halfway between the bar and the daybeds, outstretching his arms and in a booming voice, recites, " 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!' He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought-- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought."

Terrence London: " And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "

Luis Ruiz: * Then a grin and a tip when the shotglass arrives. The man downs it and lets the drink explode in his gut before taking a sip from the bottle of beer that came with it. *

Alexander Donovan: Alex taps a bit on the bed, thinking. "I never did like Alice in Wonderland."

antonio pavlatos: He blinks rapidly at Terrence, inching a little closer to Alexander.

Terrence London: He bows deeply to...no one.

Sha-Sha: *Mmm-hmm. Right. She shakes her head and looks back up at the men at the daybed. Then blinks realizing they were looking her way and she glances over at Terrence as he walks away again. A small pout graces her lips. It doesn't look like she could just happen to wander over to where the guys are and Terrence is just plain strange.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "He's reciting Lewis Carroll. How..." He trails off. There isn't really an appropriate way to end that sentance.

Sha-Sha: *Okay, strange didn't fully cut it. He was insane!*

antonio pavlatos: And at bow, he looks at Alexander as if he could answer the question in his eyes.

Luis Ruiz: * He glances up to look over the drunken poet, then takes another sip of beer before looking away. Fuck this pueblo. *

Alexander Donovan: "... fucking nuts?"

Terrence London: He clutches his free hand to his chest, as if overcome with rousing cheers and applause, then wipes a non-existent tear from his eye and continues on.

Sha-Sha: ((*finds all of the pictures and just sets them up on the screen to drool over*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He shrugs. "Better then the Walrus and the Carpenter."

Terrence London: He finds a chair and sits down. The people around the table where the chair is stare at him. He heaves an exaggerated sigh, then flicks out his handkerchief and appears to blow his nose.

Sha-Sha: *She sips her sprite and watches people.*

Terrence London: The people at the table eventually decide to go dance or something. He blinks out at the dance floor. Why, he could do that!

antonio pavlatos: (Has already drooled all over Alex's several times. I wish I could have found a better one for Tony, but thing is that he is so surreal I can't FIND one that matches enough, but that's close, just he is prettier, and his hair is down to his thighs)

Luis Ruiz: * Another gulp of the beer and then a glance to the door. Finaly he settles on watching the people out on the dance floor. *

antonio pavlatos: (*picks up PM and carries it to the Sha-Sha*)

Sha-Sha: ((Tony: Yummy!))

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Aerin's is very non-droolable, for the record. It got deleted from the database, so I just uploaded it. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&pos=-501))

Alexander Donovan: ((No, that's alright. You can drool over Alex publicly.))

antonio pavlatos: He looks around the room again with his dowcasted eyes, trying not to stare so openly at the odd man.

Sha-Sha: *She sips again and pulls a coin out of her purse. She flips it over her fingers for a moment then lips it in the air and catches it, looking to see how it landed.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He has no qualms about staring at Terrence openly, eyes narrowed as he watches the man. "Just when I think New York can't get any wierder, I get smacked by into the reality of the situation."

Terrence London: He gets up, moving onto the dance floor and...begins a jig, using the cane as a prop.

Terrence London: d10: : 3,8,3,9,8,4,

Terrence London: And he is pretty good. Even if it doesn't match the music in the slightest. He is doing a true Irish jig, his feet moving fast enough to almost be a blur, and the cane being used to great advantage.

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc+Alert: 4,5,1,9,8,10,8,

antonio pavlatos: He listens to Aerin, silently agreeing. He notices other new faces in the room, particularly Luis.

Alexander Donovan: "You, of all people, underestimating how weird things can get anywhere?"

Sha-Sha: *She blinks and watches Terrence. She finishes the sprite and moves closer to that day bed area. She'd thought about dancing again but now it seemed a better idea not to*

Luis Ruiz: * He watches the drunk dance for a few moments and seems to be impressed. Dude has some moves... *

Terrence London: He finishes with a twirl and...bows deeply again. He walks back over to his table and sits down.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He looks to Alexander, amusement floating in the flecks of dark emerald around his pupils. "There's a difference between wierd and abnormal," he says with a chuckle. "Abnormal, I never underestimate. It can get you killed."

Terrence London: He takes off his bowler hat and sets it on the table.

Terrence London: Hooks his cane on the edge of the table.

antonio pavlatos: He murmurs to Alexander. "Mtolo, you think that one is... dangerous?"

Luis Ruiz: * After the guy leaves the floor Luis finds someone else to watch as he sips from his bottle. *

Alexander Donovan: "At that deranged... quite possibly."

Terrence London: Someone passes close by his table, and he waves them away. "No autographs, please, I'm exhausted." The person looks startled and just walks away.

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles at Sha Sha as she walks their way.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He nods a little, silently agreeing with Alex's assessment. Maybe that's why his eyes are locked on the man, eyes narrowed slightly.

Sha-Sha: *She grins at Alex and offers a wave.*

antonio pavlatos: He can't inch any closer to Alexander, so he merely lays his head against his shoulder, watching Terrence, and also Luis, mostly through his long hair.

Terrence London: He looks around, a slightly bemused smile on his face, almost puzzled. He stares at the cane and then the bowler hat.

Luis Ruiz: * Two many people in the place too even worry about someone watching him. He is good but not anywhere near that good. Luis just watches the dancers and contemplates what he will do with the rest of his night off. *

Terrence London: He passes a hand over his eyes and stands up slowly, gathering the two items, though he doesn't brandish them jauntily as before.

Alexander Donovan: Alex streeeetttchess... showing off? Nah, just coincidently making most of his body visible to the grinning woman. He relaxes again.

Sha-Sha: *Mmm-hmm, sure it was. Since they don't seem to be actively pawing each other anymore, she figures why not. She keeps coming on up towards them, until she's in an audible distance.* Hello.

antonio pavlatos: He whispers against Alexander's ear, just as he had weeks back with Crystal (Harmony). "Do you like her, Mtolo?"

antonio pavlatos: (DLP)

Terrence London: He looks confused, looking at the cane and the hat. He looks around like he's not sure where he is.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Sha-Sha's presence is noted, but not addressed at the moment. Terrence's strange behavior has Aerin's attention...the lanky, long-haired man leaning forward on the bed, staring intently at him.

Luis Ruiz: * He turns back to the tender and orders another shot of Belvedere before looking down the bar at one of the other customers. *

Terrence London: He suddenly blinks over at Aerin. The stare is...unnerving. He looks behind him reflexively; the man *must* be staring at someone else. He looks back in Aerin, and his hands clutching the items make a helpless gesture in his direction.

Alexander Donovan: Sha: "Hello. Looking for a comfy place to relax?" Alex does glance at Terrence a bit. They guy is acting too weird, even for here, not to.

Sha-Sha: Yes, actually I am. *She glances towards Terrence again.* It seems safer up here. *She chuckles*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: A brow slowly raises, his gaze not moving from the man. Something primal hides behind Aerin's eyes...hard and intense, as he watches Terrence..

Luis Ruiz: * And whatever it was that he saw he must not have liked. He downs the shot quickly, then kills the beer before rising and heading back for the doors. *

antonio pavlatos: He catches the looks going on between Aerin and Terrence, and watches them intently, though his head is still against Alex and his hair spread over his face.

Terrence London: He shivers, looking down at that look from Aerin. Looking lost and afraid, more than anything.

Alexander Donovan: "Well, I'll protect you if he gets violent." He winks at her runs his other hand through Tony's hair.

Luis Ruiz: *Gone*

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc+Empath (Terr): 3,6,2,6,3,2,

Sha-Sha: *She laughs and takes a seat.* Most appreciated. I'm Sha-Sha.

Alexander Donovan: "I'm Alex, this is Tony." Indicating the scrawnier of the two scrawny guys.

antonio pavlatos: He looks over at Aerin, biting his lip, then he starts rubbing against Alexander's shoulder again, since he is talking to Sha-Sha.

Terrence London: He wrings the rim of the bowler hat in his hands.

antonio pavlatos: He looks at Sha-Sha then, a quick glimpse of his eyes to her. "Evenin', Mistress."

Sha-Sha: A pleasure! *Her eyes sparkle, she really was enjoying herself tonight.*

Alexander Donovan: Alex pulls tony up so that he can whisper in Alex's ear.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He finally looks, away from Terrence and to Sha-Sha. The intense look slowly fades, and he smirks a little to her, nodding a bit. "Hello."

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles as she's called Mistress. Ooo. She could get used to that. She glances at Aerin who seems to be having a staring contest with the weirdo.*

Terrence London: He sits down, almost missing the edge of the chair. Staring at the table and wringing the hat brim.

Alexander Donovan: "Aerin, you're freaking him out. I think he was sleepwalking."

Sha-Sha: Aerin: Hello, in case you missed it, I'm Sha-sha. *She smiles just as brightly at him, oddly enough.*

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "It's cool, Alcer. Backed off already. Nice to meet you, Sha-Sha. Interesting name...what's it short for?" He tilts his head, grinning a bit. "I'm...Aerin." Just a slight pause between the two words, almost not noticable.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I have NO idea how Alex became Alcer.))

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc+Empath (Aerin): 10,9,5,9,6,6,

Terrence London: He gets up slowly, making his way uncertainly towards the exit.

antonio pavlatos: d10: : 5,

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Man+Sub: 10,7,4,3,8,7,2,

Sha-Sha: *She shakes her head* Just a nickname I've always had.

antonio pavlatos: (I thought you had a new nickname for him)

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: d10: Specialty: 7,

Sha-Sha: ((*giggles* I was trying to figure that one out.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((*G*))

Alexander Donovan: ((Too much stress and onions? No, wait. That's 'ulcer'.))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> antonio pavlatos: ((Ahh, the joys of the tie)) He's very hard to read right now. Something's up...he's not his usual self. But what? Hard to place.

Sha-Sha: ((*snickers*))

antonio pavlatos: (LOLOL)

antonio pavlatos: His eyes flutter and blink as he looks over at Aerin, then drops his head to hide his expression.

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: He glances at Antonio, his brow quirking slightly before he settles back, moving to pick up his scotch and sip at it.

Alexander Donovan: Sha: "Don't mind these two, He's exhausted" indicating Tony. "And he's tense." indicating Aerin.

Terrence London -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Hmph. I'm out of characters for this place, with Jez and Tony on the outs. *S*))

Sha-Sha -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: Reposts unsure if you saw it: *She shakes her head* Just a nickname I've always had.

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: (You know, of course, that if the two of them ever get together with their other selves it would be one heck of a weird scene)

Terrence London -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Oh, and Adrian left a message for Aerin that he is returning to the city and for Aerin to indicate a time and place to meet.))

antonio pavlatos: His head comes up when Alex motions at him, tossing another quick glance from Sha-Sha to Aerin.

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles and nods* I see. Have you guys lived here long?

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Sha-Sha: ((I did miss it. :P))

Terrence London -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((Unless you want it to be here. *EG*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "What's it short for?" he asks casually, looking over to Sha-Sha. Alex's comment gets a brief look and a smirk.

Alexander Donovan: "Well, I know we spend a lot of time here... even slept a day downstairs... but we don't actually live here."

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> antonio pavlatos: ((*G*))

Aerin Thomas [PB 3] -> Terrence London: ((Whatever works. *S* I did change the name over for ya.))

Terrence London -> Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: ((I noticed that, and I'm having a little gigglefit like a total geek because I'm anxious to debut the new persona. *L* I am SUCH a geek.))

Sha-Sha: *She laughs at Alex's comment.* I meant here in New York! *Then she glances at Aerin as he pushes the point.* Does it have to be short for anything?

Keith Newcomb: He walks into the club, looking around with a faintly bemused smile quirking his lips. Scanning the area. He moves towards the small bar, still scanning the area. He stands at just about six feet tall, around his early to mid 20s. He has a strong athletic build, though he isn’t bulked up like a weightlifter. His face is attractive and lean, the hint of dimples, and his eyes are a dark hazel. His straight blond hair plays down past his shoulders in a single layer of cream, and he dresses usually in ripped-up blue jeans or artfully torn black leather, paired with a long-sleeved jersey displaying a band of generally black metal or hardcore punk, though he sometimes favors The Doors. His jacket is a black leather motorcycle jacket with the Misfits “Legacy of Brutality” cover screenprinted on the back. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Keith.jpg

Aerin Thomas [PB 3]: "No," he says with a shrug. "No offense intended. Usually, in my experiences, short repeated names tend to be short. Like an old friend of mine Mariah, who was Ri-Ri. Or, say, Jer-Jer for Jeremy. If it's not short for anything, my apologies."