Jez -> Christian Gallagher: ((Or would you prefer someone else? *L*))

Jez -> Christian Gallagher: ((I have to ask sometimes before 'inflicting' Jez on people. I think a lot don't really like the character much.))

Christian Gallagher: He slips into the Limelight Club, nodding to the bouncer with an open smile. The man's dressed much like normal...leather jacket over a T-Shirt, with his olive button-down hanging open as a barrier between the two A pair of blue jeans and his sneakers finish off the look. The T-Shirt tonight reads "I Beta-Tested Your Girlfriend" in with with a series of green circles behind lettering. He makes his way along, nodding to a couple people before he hits the bar.

Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The look is one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear. (Fame 1: Professional DJ. Check Who's Who for Details)

Christian Gallagher -> Jez: ((Dude! I love Jez! *G*))

Jez: ((Thanks *L* I just never know sometimes. He can be a bit...much, I freely admit.)) He walks into the club after several days' absence when he decided to take it easy and stay home and stop, you know, being a flirt. But it beckons to him, temptation does, and so he bows to it. He is wearing red silk pants with black side lacings and a black silk poet’s shirt worn like a tunic and belted with a spiked black leather belt round his waist. His ever-present black leather trench and black leather boots laced up to his knees complete the ensemble, along with heavy black kohl lining his eyes.

Jez: He heads right for the day beds, though a cursory glance in that direction told him that his friends aren't here.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 8,8,8,9,5,

Jez: d10: p/a: 1,6,10,2,5,4,1,

Jez: He walks through a haze of smoke, holding his breath and just focusing on the day beds so he can get there, falling bonelessly onto one with relief.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: http://www.angelfire.com/ak/redheads/images/kristen.jpg *comfortable, thats what describes the fiery strawberry blonde redhead with aqua blue eyes, dressed comfortably in faded well worn hip hugging bluejeans with a few holes in them and a black wifebeater tanktop fitting well to her solidly muscled form underneath a long warm leather jacket*

Jez: He sits up, shrugging out of his coat, patting an inside pocket, then folding the coat over and bundling it up to it's less of a theft target.

Christian Gallagher: The man is, as usual, remarkably observant, all things considered, and his eyes fall on Jez, recognizing him from earlier today. Sure, it's quite the different look, but it doesn't surprise him...all types come here, and feel free to hang out. He smiles and waves to the man as he gets his beer.

Jez: ((to=so))

Jez: d10: notice: 3,10,7,7,8,1,5,

Jez: He almost missed the wave, and he squints though the haze of smoke is clearing. He grins, waving back to Christian.

Jez: Glances to the coat, makes sure it's safe as he gets up to go to the bar and get a drink.

Christian Gallagher: Kaeleigh also gets noticed, Christian's soft blue eyes glancing in her direction briefly.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces into the door and flashes her ID proudly when asked. She steps into the place with a wide eyed look of wonder. Wow.. this was the STRANGEST church she'd ever SEEN..

Kurt Samson: And Kurt has a day off! Go figure. In he comes, wearing his club clothes..yeah, he does need to get some new stuff later. But, he'll deal with what he has now. For the moment, his destination is the bar.

Jez: He smiles and nods to Christian now that he's closer, then gets the bartender's attention and orders....a ginger ale.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *moving further in as she looks about, ...interesting...eyes flicking curiously here and there before she heads to the bar as well, needing a drink after a long day *

Kurt Samson: d10: per+alert: 9,8,4,1,

Kurt Samson: A quick glance around shows him that there are people around, but not much more than that. Ah, well, he's got beer on the brain anyways.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a giddy grin and makes her way up toward the bar. She smiles proudly to the bartender. "Man.. you have ouzo?"

Jez: d10: p/a: 4,9,5,3,6,8,10,

Christian Gallagher: "Hello again,, Jez," he says as the other approaches the bar, giving him one of his warm, friendly smiles. "Good to see you."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: d10: per+alert: 2,7,6,4,3,1,

Jez: Blink. A second blink. New York City, the smallest big city in the world. Or maybe not, Christian and Alyssa could have come here together. Bleh! These thoughts flicker through his brain and he has to put the smile back on his face, especially in time to smile and nod to Kurt when he reaches the bar.

Jez: Christian: "You as well, I had no idea you hung out here. Uh...you and Alyssa come together?" Glancing over at her.

Christian Gallagher: A glance over as Alyssa comes up to the bar, blinking. It was like he was transported back a few hours in time, and the Arcade became a church-turned-dance club. "And hey to you, too, Alyssa."

Kurt Samson: d10: per+alert: 8,10,8,3,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she doesnt notice the look,but when she gets to the bar she looks christians way, smiling warmly, eyes flicking to jez and nodding, knowing shes seen him if not met him before*

Kurt Samson: At the bar, he looks around and that's when he spots Jez. His expression warms and he gives the younger man a wide grin and a nod, as well as a wave.

Jez: A sudden grin and he seems quite happy as he greets Alyssa with a "Hi, Alyssa," and then beams over at Kurt.

Christian Gallagher: "No, no." He smiles to Jez. "I'm here for work. Always try to arrive a few hours early."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: The young girl grins and digs a few bills out of her bulky bag, handing them to the man in exchange for her drink. She cups the thing with both hands and turns to look back out to the club. Wide eyed and curious. She blinks over her shoulder when she hears her name, flashing christain a bright smile and bouncing his way. "Hello, you." She giggles "I was on my way home.. and got distracted. This place is pretty."

Jez: A light nod to Kae, not really recognizing her, but hey, he's feeling a sudden rush of warmth and friendliness. She's included in the smile.

Jez: d10: : 6,10,9,7,8,8,5,

Kurt Samson: He grabs his beer and starts toward Jez. Why? 'Cause he actually missed the guy.

Kaitlyn Kelly: A quick stop to the coat check, then in to where she felt the most ease to dance, oddly enough. Kaitlyn displays an inner beauty in the graceful way that she moves, even when she isn't dancing. Physically fit, she is rather tall at 5'10", quite lithe and definitely built like a dancer in all the right places. The dark-haired, dark skinned exotic beauty tends to wear her long wavy dark auburn hair loose, which falls to her waist, when she is not dancing, but swept up elegantly whenever she is in competition. She wears very little makeup, just a hint of black eyeliner to bring out her big brown eyes. Tonight she was dressed in a bouncy Latin dress may, with a hot fuchsia print. The flouncy skirt is two layers deep: a top layer of matching fuchsia fabric, and a slightly longer bottom layer in a contrasting blue animal print. Fans of blue cock feathers provide interest at the right shoulder and left hip. The entire dress is dotted with Swarovski rhinestones in a mix of blues and pinks. (( http://wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=66))

Jez: It comes to him in a sudden flash of insight, recognition, and memory. "You're the DJ, aren't you? Oh, very nice, that's a great job."

Jeff Brolin: *He moves from the Dungeon area. Gods know what he was doing in THERE. He rolls his shoulders absently, and straightens his shirt, that says in big white letters "If this shirt is on your floor in the morning..." He turns, and the back states "So make me breakfast, bitch." He tongues his lip ring idly and takes a look around.*

Jez: "Evening, Kurt, how have you been?" Taking a step to greet him with a warm hug.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *ok, distracted...cool..she nods to herself and looks back to the bar* irish car bomb, please......

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa squints at Christain's shirt, leaning in close to read the thing. She rudely interrupts "What's a Beta Test?"

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah, it's a nice place," he agrees with Alyssa, nodding to her, before he glances back to Jez, his smile warming even further. "More then a great job. It's a passion of mine."

Jeff Brolin: ((And puts in the "Ww totally did it. So make me breakfast, bitch." Gah. *smakcs forehead* That makes the shirt better.))

Christian Gallagher: ((Hee Hee...Jeff & Christian both shop for shirts at the same Internet store. *G*))

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abil apt cult dance: 5,6,7,6,8,1,2,9,

Jez: Christian: He turns his back to the bar so he can talk more easily, and keep an eye on his coat. "Do you spin here exclusively, or do you hire out?"

Jeff Brolin: d10: per+alert: 3,4,4,5,

Jez: "Oh, manners! Christian, and Alyssa, this is Kurt."

Jez: ((He is wearing red silk pants with black side lacings and a black silk poet’s shirt worn like a tunic and belted with a spiked black leather belt round his waist. His ever-present black leather trench and black leather boots laced up to his knees complete the ensemble, along with heavy black kohl lining his eyes.))

Kaitlyn Kelly: She's ready to dance, and though not at her top form...yet....she's still doing pretty well, finding the right beat of music to catch her fancy. And off she goes, moving around the dance floor in her own private dance.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks over to Kurt, giving him a tiny squint and a bright smile. "Have I met you before?"

Jeff Brolin: *Huh. Nothing to notice. He clops up to the bar.* Gimme a cowboy cocksucker. gotta wash the taste outta my mouth, eh? *He waggles his eyebrows at the bartender, and leans on a stool. He fans himself idly.*

Jez: ((Jez has to get some new clothes, too. ~sigh~))

Christian Gallagher: "It's a computer term," he says to Alyssa. "It means to test something out. Just a witty saying." He shrugs, taking an easy lean against the bar and looking around at the mass of people at the bar, offering them all open, friendly smiles.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head with a confused look on her face. Trying to figure out what testing computers has to do with someone's girlfriend. She sips her drink.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *getting a smile at least, when she gets her drink she returns it slightly, and coughs, pausing before she drops the shot into the glass hearing alyssa ask about beta testing, lips twitching with a bit more of a grin then dropping the shot into the glass and as it foams up, chugging it down*

Christian Gallagher: "Hey, Kurt." He nods to the man, extending a hand to him. "Nice to meet you."

Jeff Brolin: *He admires the girl's car bomb for a moment, before his shot arrives, and he tosses it back quickly.*

Christian Gallagher: ((And I think y'all have seen his DD...but if anyone needs it, ping me.))

Jeff Brolin: ((Me? I put work into his site, so I might as well push it... http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/jeff.html))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (same here. and alyssa's dressed in her normal people clothes. no robes today. khaki cargo pants and a form fitting maroon sweater, bulky green messenger bag)

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (same here, anyone needs kaes lemme know*G*) *downing it all, she licks her lips after and sighs with a crooked grin that eases across her face, looking over to jeff and winking with a nod, chuckling at the shirt even just seeing the front for right now*

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at the girl, and raises a chin. There is pretty movement out on the dance floor. But he barely notes it. Maybe he's a LITTLE stoned.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa fidgets a bit, giving her sweater a tug. Uncomfortable in the thing. She gives another wide eyed look around. "This must be a temple of Dionysos. It certainly looks it." She states with another sip from her drink.

Jez: He sips his ginger ale, glancing between the two men as they meet.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Per+Alert: 3,2,2,5,

Kaitlyn Kelly: The song changes but that doesn't really seem to make any difference to her. The dance is what really matters. Used to the layout of the dance floor too by now, she doesn't find it too hard to move around the other dancers, very graceful, with eyes closed as she takes it all in better.

Jeff Brolin: *And he doesn't hear Alyssa's comment. Dammit, he had such WITTY reparte too.*

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *ordering a shot of the 'good' whiskey, when it comes she looks to jeff again(a quick glance to christian) and starts walking over, hand to his shoulder to turn him around so she can look, chuckling softly* nice...shirts cute too...

Christian Gallagher: "It's not a temple to anything, I don't think anymore, Alyssa. Except maybe alcohol, dancing, and back-room sex." Of course, that would pretty much make it a modern-day equivalent to what she's mentioning, minus the madness. But this one isn't an expect on Greek gods.

Jez: Christian: "Do you spin here exclusively?" he asks, the question originally lost to the noise of the place, understandably.

Jeff Brolin: *He nods.* JUST cute? *He smirks faintly at her comments.* Damned. An' here I was goin' for dead sexy.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abil apt cult dance: 9,3,9,7,2,7,2,2,

Jeff Brolin: ((Damned-Damn. Gah, my typing is BAD tonight.))

Jez: He goes rather pink in the face at Christian's comment to Alyssa and tries to cover it with another sip of soda.

Kaitlyn Kelly: And apparently the song wasn't all that good, as she just doesn't appear to be at her peak any more. But as if it mattered. Or maybe she had something on her mind.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes widen at Christain's statement. She blinks. Pauses. Then nods. "Yep. Sounds JUST like the kind of temple I'm thinking of. My father would have a fit if he found out I were here." She takes another sip of her drink, looking around at all the hedonists.

Christian Gallagher: "Hmmm?" He looks over to Jez, and then shakes his head once the question registers. "Ah, no. I'm all over the place...this is just one of the places." He pulls out a business card from the inner pocket of his leather jacket, handing it over. "Freelance, but I get to work pretty much the clubs I want."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yeah, cute...*looking again, aqua eyes smiling like her lips* ok......it is ....quite nice....*downing the shot*

Christian Gallagher -> Jez: Black card, gold print, futuristic font. It reads "DJ Halcyon, DJ Extraordinaire" with a cell, home, fax, and email address.

Jez: He studies the card, unsure if it's his to keep or just to look at, so he sort of...holds on to it right now. "Do you hire out then for events? Damn, I should have known this when I gave my ex a bachelor party," he mutters.

Jeff Brolin: *He stretches his back, and perhaps it's a faint movement of hips, to the beat, as he slides back on the stool.* S'what I thought. *He raises a chin to her drink.* One more?

Christian Gallagher: He smiles to Alyssa, before looking back to Jaz. "I do, from time to time, yeah."

Christian Gallagher: ((Jaz being Jez, of course. *Slams naughty fingers in door. Then cries*))

Kaitlyn Kelly: She stops mid dance, moving away from the dance floor, looking annoyed as she goes to answer her phone, and making sure she gets out of the way of other people.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *she glances to the hips, briefly, before looking back to his face* you buying? its the expensive good stuff....cant say Im cheap....*winking with a chuckle*

Kurt Samson: [8 check-ins..in a row. I'm back now.]

Jez: "Good." He decisively slips the card into a pocket.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head curiously to Christain. "What is spinning? You're a dancer?"

Kurt Samson: He'd had to answer Nature's call, but he's out and about again, in search of Jez.

Jez: ((KUrt: Jez introduced him to Christian and Alyssa, that's it so far. *S* ANd Christian is a DJ. And Alyssa thinks this is a temple. *G*))

Jez: ((And I wish I would stop hitting the caps button.))

Jeff Brolin: Could afford it. Why not? *He grins idly, and digs into his pocket... those pants look painted on, how the hell can he fit money in there? He pulls out a twenty, and lays it down.*

Jeff Brolin: *He DOES hear the girl talking about dancing. His head swivels, as if catching a whiff of something very good.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: The phone call is pretty brief, the mood lost for now to dance, so she heads to the bar.

Christian Gallagher: "No...I play the records that people dance to," he explains to Alyssa.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks at the man who swivels to look at her. She offers a friendly wave and a bright smile. "Hello, man."

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: per/alert: 10,8,5,2,10,5,

Jez: He smiles to Kurt as he returns. "Welcome back."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: sweet....thanks...*watching those hips again absently* dancer?

Christian Gallagher: He tries this again with Kurt, smiling and extending his hand. "Nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm Christian."

Jeff Brolin: *He blinks at Alyssa. And his eyes drift up and down her formless body. huh. Sort of a disappointment. He tongues his lip ring, and then looks back to the bar. His mood changes to excitement as their drinks arrive.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: It's easy enough for her to spot Jeff, as well as Kurt, and even Jez, though she doesn't have a name for him. Though it looked like Jeff was busy enjoying himself and last thing she wanted to do right now is cut in on his fun. So she moves down a bit from where he is at the bar.

Jeff Brolin: Yeah, *he offers to Kae.* Just for fun, though. *He flashes a grin.* Bottoms up, baby.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: maybe , if youre lucky....*chuckling as she takes the shot and downs it with a lick to her lips afterwards* damn thats good...

Christian Gallagher: He looks down the bar at Kaitlyn, offering her one of those warm smiles and nodding in greeting.

Jeff Brolin: *He chugs as well, his throat moving with it. Perhaps he loses a bit, a bit of the beer spilling on his shirt. He pouts, and lifts it up, to suck it out.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a bright smile to Kurt when he comes back, still sipping her drnk. She fidgets a bit with her sweater again. Ancy. She looks between the barbarians to get a feel for what one does at a temple like this.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *sucking the beer out of his shirt gets a raised brow look before she laughs, shaking her head* at least the man does pennance for alcohol abuse.....

Jez: He follows Christian's look and notes Kaitlyn, remembering her fantastic dancing, naturally.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She orders a BFD, sliding in close to the bar, and once the drink arrives, turns back out to wath others around her, mostly the dancers.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks up at that, and drops the shirt.* Waste not, want not, m'ma' used t'always say.

Jeff Brolin: d10: per+alert: 1,10,9,2,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa downs her drink and turns around with a proud smile to the bartender. "I'd like another, please." she asks in her thick accent.

Kaitlyn Kelly: Seeing Christian and his friendly smile and nod, she offers him a wave in return.

Jeff Brolin: *And now... he notices a few things. He squints slightly, and waves to Kait. Ohh... and Kurt too! Talking to the girl so cruelly concealing her breasts beneath baggy shirts. And that... other guy he didn't meet before.*

Christian Gallagher: "So, Jez, you know what I do...fair's fair." He grins to Jez. "What's your vocation of choice or circumstance?"

Kaitlyn Kelly: She offers a smile back to Jeff, then sips on her drink, smiling a little more.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa cups her hands around her fresh drink "Thank you, man." She says to the bartender and wanders off a bit from the bar. Exploring the place. She giggles. "They have beds here? Neat!" She bounces over to one of the day beds and plops down, swinging her legs girlishly off the side of the thing.

Christian Gallagher: Alyssa's enthusiasm and sense of wonder draw a chuckle for the second time today, before he looks back to Jez for the answer.

Jez: He grins back to Christian, shrugging somewhat modestly. "I'm an interpreter for InterNation. I translate meetings, depositions, books, papers. That sort of thing."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *nodding, watching him wave to others, that unsure how exactly to socialize self slips out a little bit and she slips off her coat, sighing a bit in relief and ordering one more shot, looking to jeff to see if he wants one too, onl

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (grr, only fair it should have said)

Jeff Brolin: *Of course he does. No such thing as too many drinks. He orders a simple shot of tequila, and tosses it, sans addition of lime and salt. He makes a face, and shivers, before sliding off of the bar, onto the dance floor. Feelin' groovy.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces giggily and somewhat obliviously. She giggles to herself and sips her drink. She tilts her head back and forth and starts singing a greek folk song, drowning out the terrible excuse for american music.

Jez: "Erm, and sorry about Kurt, I've no idea why he keeps going back to the restroom. Maybe he got a bad beer or something..."

Christian Gallagher: "Nice..." He nods to that. "I met another interpreter in here the other night. Maybe you know each other?" Okay, so it was somewhat like saying 'Hey, you're black! I know a guy named Joe who's black...do you?' But it's possible they know each other. "Dara, I think her name was."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She downs her drink pretty quickly after the first sip, and moves toward the bathrooms.

Jez: He chuckles and nods. "Small city, isn't it? Yes, I know Dara. I vouched for her at InterNation so they would interview her. She knows a lot of different languages, I'm not even sure which ones."

Jeff Brolin: *He watches Kait for a bit, and sighs faintly. No real dancers out here. Ahh well, might as well enjoy himself. The faded expression vanishes, and he moves to the beat.*

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dance(AbilApp): 7,6,8,3,5,6,5,

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *downing her shot, yeah.....either the music or not used to being somewhere like this by herself, she shakes her head, looking like shes just not feeling comfortable or right here......bored*

Christian Gallagher: He smiles and raises his beer to his lips. "Nice girl. Shy, but very sweet."

Jeff Brolin: *Alcohol apparently helps him feel it, as he is good. VERY good indeed.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa takes down the rest of her drink and sets her glass aside, fanning her face with a tiny hand. She wonders to herself if it's always so HOT in places like this. She gives a bright smile to Jeff, watching him dance. He can move.. for a barbarian.

Jeff Brolin: *And he doesn't seem to see people watching him. Really... quite intoxicated. Perhaps more on the beat than the actual alcohol.*

Christian Gallagher: He glances out at the dance floor, blinking as he sees Jeff dance. "Wow. He's actually making Brian look like a talented spinner." Apparently, that's quite the feat.

Jez: He nods. "Well, yes. She is. Not so shy once you get to know her."

Jez: He looks out at the dance floor. "Who, Jeff? Yeah, he *is* good. Bit of a jerk," he chuckles, "but with moves like that, who needs to be nice, I suppose."

Christian Gallagher: He looks back to Jez and chuckles softly. "Yeah. That's how most shy people usually are." He shrugs, a very sincerely non-chalant gesture.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa wiggles out of her baggy sweater, having a black speghetti string top underneath. She stuffs the sweater into her bag with a tiny releived sigh. Oof. Can breath now. She gives a friendly wave to a random leather clad man strutting by. He must be a cow enthusiast.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *sighing, she gets the bartenders attention and has him buy the guys she nodded to earlier a drink each(jez and christian) before slipping her hand into the jeans(tanktop sliding up slightly to show cut stomach and the edges of a fiery looking well done tatt that dissappears into the waistline) pocket and fishing out a phone, hitting a button*

Jez: He smiles, going pink again. Silently cursing his stupid blushing, he takes another sip of ginger ale to give his hands and mouth something to do.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly -> Christian Gallagher: (will start here unless you would rather in IMs*hugs*) *ringring goes aerins phone*

Christian Gallagher: "What, you mean the guy who's spent the last half-hour or so here staring at people's tits and trying to get women drunk for one obvious reason is an asshole? You're KIDDING." He winks at Jez and grins.

Jez: He looks surprised at another ginger ale coming his way. Looking over at Kae and, if she notices, gives her a nod of thanks.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She comes back out from the bathrooms and seems ready to dance again.

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: abil apt cult dance: 4,8,2,2,8,2,6,7,

Jeff Brolin: *He finally finishes, as the song shifts. A deep breath. Too close. A hand covers his chest, and he breathes, very slowly. A grin, and it ends. He fans himself, and moves quickly over to the bar.* Agua, por fay-for, *he asks of the bartender, fanning himself.*

Christian Gallagher -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *Click* "Hello?" Little tired, as always. But otherwise good.

Jez: Bad time to take a drink. He laughs and manages not to spit out his soda, but it costs him because he coughs violently as he strangles out a laugh. Beet red with it all, oh yes *that* is a good look for him...not. "God, Christian...do NOT make me snarf!" Wiping off his chin, with a sheepish grin.

Christian Gallagher: He looks to Kaeleigh and smiles gratefully, raising his new beer to her in ackowledgment and thanks.

Jeff Brolin: d10: per+alert: 7,10,4,6,

Kaitlyn Kelly: The alcohol slows her only slightly down, but she's still doing her -usual- good dancing as she finds the right beat and finds the right mix for a good passionate dance this time round.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *as she puts ear to phone she looks to christian and jez, nodding in return to jez's nod of thanks, grinning softly and politely looking away from him as he nearly 'snarfs'* hey...*face and eyes lighting up a bit as that crooked smile slides across her lips again* didnt wake you did I?

Kaitlyn Kelly: d10: per/alert: 10,7,8,2,10,5,

Christian Gallagher: He reaches over and pats Jez's back as he coughs. "Baah. You're no fun." A grin once he knows Jez isn't choking, sent the young man's way.

Jeff Brolin: *He brightens when he hears himself being talked about. He takes a gulp from the water bottle when it arrives.* That's not fair, *he says with a wink.* I stare at cock too. Equal opportunity slut. *He looks back out to the dance floor. His foot doesn't seem to stop tapping.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: And easily enough she spots Jeff out there, seeing how well he is dancing tonight too. Still moving to the beat, she just watches him from slightly afar.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: *christian gets a nod and warm grin in return to his acknowledgement as she listens to the phone*

Kaitlyn Kelly: ((dlp))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa idly bounces on the bed for a bit, with the same oblivious grin about her. A group of gothlings catches her eye and she wanders over to make talk to them. Friendly thing that she is.

Jez: "Oh, hush," he laughs to Christian. "I just love looking like a drunken tomato." An arch of an eyebrow sent Jeff's way. "Hello again."

Jeff Brolin: *He waves again to Kait, and holds up his water bottle to enlighten her as to his situation.*

Christian Gallagher -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Kae, if I'm just waking up at 10 o' clock, then someone should smack me one good." A chuckle. "No, no...I'm up and around. Just chilling. How are you?"

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at Jez.* Oi, gothling. How are things in the daaark shadows of the niiiight? Written any bad poems? And who the fuck is your crazy friend? Girl's like a fish out o'fuckin' water, she is.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She does spot Jeff again though ((will not waste that nice roll)) and smiles to him, then returns to dancing.

Christian Gallagher: He raises an eyebrow to Jeff's comment, frowning a little. "Well, good luck with that."

Jeff Brolin: Don't need luck, mate, *he says sincerely to Christian. He tongues his lip ring, though he does actually keep his head up. Must be in a good mood.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa wiggles a bit, laughing and butting into the gothling's concersation. "Dungeon? What's that? Is that like a haunted house?"

Jez: Jeff: "Be nice or I *will* recite poetry while you are chained in place. It will be worse than a Vogon, I promise you."

Christian Gallagher: "Yes, trust me. You do." He looks away from Jeff, back to Jez, as he pulls out a cigarette, lighting it.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: boooored....just got off shift , came to this....bar club place for shits and giggles in midtown*the noise of hte music and people obvious in the background, chuckling at some comment* come out with me and do something....?...please?

Jeff Brolin: *He pauses at Jez' comment. Apparently he DOES consider that torture. Or perhaps he simply doesn't know what a Vogon IS. Either way, he shrugs, and takes a gulp from his bottle.* You're just jealous I'm prettier.

Jez: Jeff: Dryly, "I wouldn't be too sure of that."

Jez: ~That was said, apparently to both comments, that Jeff doesn't need luck and that he's prettier.~ ((*LOL*))

Christian Gallagher -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Oh, dear Goddess. You're at the Limelight?" He seems quite amused. "I've been there a time or two. How are you liking it?"

Jeff Brolin: *He arches an eyebrow at Jez.* I fucked 'im first, *he says with a slight curl of his lip.* You wanna fuckin' start somethin', gothling, I'll finish it. As it is... I'm in a fuckin' good mood. Try not t'ruin it. Your little crazy friend's goin' into the sex room with that group of your kind.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives another giddy laugh and hops up to kiss on of the boys on the cheek. She starts to wander off, giving an Eep! when he turns to slap her on the ass. She bounces back up to the bar and another bright smile to the tender. "Another one, please."

Jeff Brolin: ((Delete last part of that.))

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: yeeeah thats the place...*brow raising slightly* should I be scared or no? and eh...its...ok.....had a few drinks, dj's kinda....eesh.....kinda boring and bored here actually....I mean...since I cant dance...*chuckling*

Christian Gallagher: "Hey." He looks to Jeff, sighing a little bit as he runs a hand through his hair. "We're just here, hanging out and having some conversation. We're not trying to start anything. No reason for things to get nuts. Let me buy you a drink and send you on your merry way."

Kaitlyn Kelly: Finding a good break in the music, she moves back toward the bar again, where she had gone the first time.

Jez: Jeff: He shakes his head slowly. "You can dish out the witty remarks and the banter, but you're not so good at receiving it. Regardless, don't be so surprised that I'm not going to simply take your criticisms without speaking back to you."

Christian Gallagher -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "It must be quiet, then. Usually, boring is NOT the term I'd associate with the Limelight." You can hear the grin in his voice. "Where would you like me to meet you at?"

Jeff Brolin: *He lowers his head slightly, almost a bull about to charge. He watches Christian for a moment.* Yeah, *he mutters.* Sure. *Soured, it's clear. Passion's curse.*

Kurt Samson: [I'm sorry, guys, my supervisor decided to make an unannounced visit and is being a bit of a prick. So, I'm actually on the work computer now until he leaves. Which I hope is soon.*shushes and goes back IC*]

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa cups her tiny hands around her fresh drink, moving back over to Christain and Jez. She blinks between them and Jeff curiously.

Jez: ((WB Kurt-P *S*))

Jez: Christian: "I apologize for letting my mouth run away with me as well. I shouldn't let him get under my skin."

Christian Gallagher: He looks to Alyssa, giving her a smile, before he looks back to the bartender. "Hey...put one of whatever he wants on my tab, man." Gesturing toward Jeff.

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts slightly, and shakes his head.* M'fine at takin' it. *He smirks at Jez's words. Still, slightly bitter.*

Jez: Jeff: He nods. "I did hear that, actually." Said as a partial apology.

Kaitlyn Kelly: As she waits for her next drink, she glances down toward the group where Jeff is, watching him mostly.

Jeff Brolin: Tequila shot. S'all I want, yeah? Forget the bloody fuckin' dragon. Need a break.

Kurt Samson: He's glaring at his cellphone as he heads back inside the club. If looks could kill, that phone would be rubble and bits all over the floor.

Jeff Brolin: *The smirk widens slightly at Jez's words, and his mood shifts as the shot arrives. He perks up immediately.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a proud smile to Christain, sipping her drink. "I'm making all kinds of friends. That lovely group of persians invited me to their scary little dungeon thingy. I told them I'm not scared." She flashes an oblivious smile and moves back away from the bar, now that she has her drink.

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: well...depends....you hungry or thirsty or both?*slipping her coat on again, cheeks a bit pink as the alcohol hits her goood now* and you KNOW Im not a socialite type young man...*chuckling softly* let alone what level of excitement Im used to, so of course this is boring in comparison

Jeff Brolin: *He looks over to Alyssa, and he smiles.* You wanna tell 'er, or should I?

Christian Gallagher: A chuckle at the banter between Jeff and Jez, shaking his head. Mostly, he's just relieved that a fight didn't break out.

Kurt Samson: d10: per+alert: 10,8,6,7,

Jez: Alyssa: "I wouldn't go into the Dungeon with people you don't know."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She gets another BFD, then looks away, out toward the rest of the crowd, downing her drink quickly.

Briar Kennedy: In she walks. A glance around but headded for the dance floor. Let's just hope this is not another club she is going to be getting kicked out of anytime soon. She for the most part looks the quintessential goth. Her red hair a riot of curls, that seem to spearkle(thanks to glitter hair gel), her eyes are outlined in kohl, she has what would on a brief glance be a teardrop from the corner of her eye but it is in face a snowflake. Which with the kohl around her eyes makes the volet of them stand out even more. Her pale skin, made eve more so with makeup to hide the frekles on her face. She is wearing a black t-shirt with a ice blue shimmery snowflake on the front of it, it falls to the top of her jeans, whi9ch are black, ripped and torn from wear, but fit her well, they are covered in band patches, patches of butterflys, greatful dead bears, you name it she probably has one on her jeans. They do not cover any of the holes, more accent them. A pair of well worn vans are on her feet, being held together by duct tape of all things. She stands at 5'10". And has a graceful, almost flexable walk about her lythe body.

Christian Gallagher -> Kaeleigh O'Reilly: "Not really hungry, no. I could go for a drink, though. And you can't call me young man. I'm, like, all of ten months younger then you." He laughs a little bit. "Tell you what. It's ladies' night. Pick a place, and I'll be there."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a proud look over her shoulder to Jez. "I know them. They told me their names already." she bounces off in that direction.

Christian Gallagher: "Definitely not a good idea," he says, agreeing with Jez.

Kurt Samson: He catches up with Jez and Jeff, the latter receiving quite the concerned look from him while the former gets goosed and a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, all."

Jeff Brolin: *He sighs, and slides off the stool.* Oi, *he offers to Alyssa.* We can check it out later, yeah? I'd do a better job of ravaging you. Probably better hung.

Christian Gallagher: Oh, crap. She went anyway. He looks over at Jez and sighs. "You want to get her, or should I?" Kurts approach is noted with a friendly smile.

Jeff Brolin: *Jeff offers Kurt a big grin.* Dragon, *he says with a serious nod.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: With glass in hand,nearly empty, she walks carefully over toward Jeff now.

Christian Gallagher: "Never mind." He watches Jeff go, and shrugs. Long as someone stops her.

Jez: "Alyssa..." But is distracted by Kurt, turning and returning the kiss on the cheek, giving his butt a friendly smack in return.

Jeff Brolin: *He doesn't seem to follow her, merely informs her before she runs off with the crew.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head to Jeff, confused look about her. He's more of a stranger than the other boys. She ignores him and meets up with the group of gothlings from before.

Kurt Samson -> Christian Gallagher: [I'm going to be staying on the work computer and shutting down my laptop because people are being annoying.]

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: alright then...*smile brightening again, she nods and waves to jez and christian and jeff as she pays for her drinks that shed bought and starts heading for the door, still talking on the phone*

Briar Kennedy: d10: Per+Alert: 1,2,4,3,2,

Jeff Brolin: *He shrugs.* Well. I tried. *He grins.* Lame fuckin' party. Need t'get outta here. *He looks to Kait then, approaching.* Didn't wanna interrupt, *he says idly to her.*

Kurt Samson: "Dayum." That's all he says to Jeff with a nod and a slow smile while he gives Jez a nuzzle. It's good to be around friendly people again.

Jeff Brolin: ((I coulda told you the die-roller is being a jerk to the per+alert rolls.))

Jez: "Alyssa, please come back...we'll show you the dungeon."

Kaitlyn Kelly: "That's what I had been thinking," she says quietly to him. "You want your flame back?" she asks, also in the same quiet tone.

Jeff Brolin: *He nods idly.* Yeah. Good idea. *He smiles faintly, and moves towards her.* Y'okay, baby? Y'look like you've seen a ghost.

Jez: ((Last night, the die roller could give out NO ones, it was a feast.)) He leans against Kurt a bit, waving to Kae. "I have no idea who that woman is or why she bought me a drink..."

Briar Kennedy: And for once she is so off base tonight not noticing anyone around, including the random person she walks right into. "Hey watch it." she says. The other person who now is wearing their drink, looks pissed at Briar. She moves off to continue to the dance floor. as if it wasn't her problem at all.

Kurt Samson: "Just consider yerself fortunate, I guess." He wraps his arms around Jez and kisses his temple.

Kaitlyn Kelly: "I'll be fine....no ghost...." Somewhere on the dress she actually has a pocket and pulls something from it, keeping her hand around it, nudging it toward Jeff's hand for him to take.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head back to Jez. Confused as to what the big deal is. She wanders back toward Jez. "Why are you guys so worried? It can't be all THAT scary down there. I'm very brave."

Kaeleigh O'Reilly: (hes met kae at the park before!*baps**G*)

Charleston Sinclair: "So, this is Limelight, huh?" Idly remarked as the young man heads into the jumble of bodies and music. [PM for DD, yo.]

Jeff Brolin: Yeah? *He cants his head at Alyssa.* You willin' to take off your clothes an' have sex with all of 'em? That's what they're plannin', you know. *He reaches out, and takes the item, shoving it into his pockets. HOW CAN HE HAVE POCKETS? He smiles to Kait, and leans forward to brush lips across her cheek.* I lost, *he mutters.* Fuckin' sucks.

Jez: Alyssa: "It's not frightening. They want to have sex with you. If that's what you want, too, then that's fine. But if it's not, then I wouldn't. Some might be into S&M, or at least B&D." ((I can't remember who all I meeet! *L*))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Her big brown eyes widen at Jeff. "Why in Eros' name would I do something like that? That's just silly."

Christian Gallagher: "Don't look a gift drink in the mouth," he says to Jez, grinning. "Or, look it in the mouth only to make sure there's no roofies in it."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She nods to him. "I gathered it from the phone message. Sorry," she murmurs to him and kisses his cheek.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks up at Jez's comments.* No shit? *He seems interested for a moment, then shakes his head.* No... bad... goths such in bed and get all clingy. FOCUS, Brolin, FOCUS.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks "Into what? What do those letters stand for?"

Briar Kennedy: She moves to the dance floor with an icy glare shot back at the jerk with the wet shirt, she manouvers her way through the crowd picking up on some of the beat as she does so.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks to Alyssa.* That's what they're planning on doing. Lots of sex. S'why they were so friendly to you. Because they mistake friendly for "I'll put out." *He smiles, and remains close to Kaitlyn.* S'all good. I'll tell you the tale later.

Jez: Christian: "Fortunately, it's a bottle." He laughs. "I know better than to just drink anything here." He arches a brow at Jeff. "You're not ever going to find out if I'm good or bad in bed, thanks." Rolls his eyes up at Kurt.

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

Christian Gallagher: His attention is distracted, for the moment, by the beer he's drinking.

Kaitlyn Kelly: A glance over toward the girl that they are talking to, then to Jeff, before she finishes the rest of the drink and goes to put the glass back down at the bar.

Jeff Brolin: I know you are, *he says simply to Jez.* You're a goth. All goths are bad in bed. Or they get attached t'you, demand calls the next day. It's a fuckin' chore. Christ, I'm already IN a relationship. S'enough clinginess for me.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head at Jeff. "How do you KNOW they weren't just friendly fellows? I think your mind is clouded. You judge too quickly. They were very friendly to me."

Kurt Samson: He kisses the top of Jez's head, wisely refraining from any commentary.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She stays close to Jeff except for when she puts the glass down of course.

Jez: Jeff: Faint smile. "I'm not rising to your bait."

Jeff Brolin: Because I KNOW, baby, *he says with a sincere nod to Alyssa.* I've seen that act before. Hey, lemme show you something... then you wake up layin' on your somach wondering who the hell is fuckin' Mount Vesuvius. Catch m'drift?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a suspiscious squint to Jeff. Not sure what to think. She looks up to Christain for a second opinion.

Jez -> Christian Gallagher: ((Nope, that'll do it. *G*))

Jez -> Christian Gallagher: ((Sorry for the PM. *S* Meant for someone else.))

Christian Gallagher -> Jez: ((Mis-PM'd that, hon. :) ))

Charleston Sinclair: He heads for the bar first, bobbing along and, yes, air drumming to the beat. Sort of an occupational hazard-ish...thing. And stuff.

Charleston Sinclair: d10: per+alert: 9,5,8,6,

Jeff Brolin: *He looks back to Jez.* S'because I'm not rubbin' hard enough. *His eyes grow a bit lazy, his eyelids heavy. That familiar curve of his lips. He licks his top lip, and drags his eyes slowly over Jez's frame.*

Jez: d10: p/a: 4,7,10,5,4,9,3,

Kaitlyn Kelly: "He's telling you the truth," she says in a thick Argentinian accent. "Or watch they slip you that date rape drug. You won't even remember it...that's worse."

Christian Gallagher: He nods to Alyssa. "He's right, Alyssa. That's what the Dungeon is for."

Briar Kennedy: d10: Dance: 7,4,6,3,10,4,7,1,

Charleston Sinclair: He spots Christian and heads straight for him. "Yo, roomie, I was going to call you.." Giving his shoulder a playful punch as a wide grin spreads over his face.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Spec: 7,

Kurt Samson: Kurt just studies Jeff for a long moment as his arms remain wrapped around Jez, body slowly swaying to the music.

Jez: Jeff: He shakes his head. "It is *not* going to happen. And I don't cling." He narrows his eyes, spotting someone in the mob whose face he knows though he never met him. A wide-eyed look of surprise.

Briar Kennedy: And she starts to dance, she seems to be having just about as much fun as anyone else out there is. But she takes the music into her, letting it's beat flow through her body and into her movements.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a tiny pout, feelings a bit hurt that a group of boys would mislead her. She quietly sips her drink.

Jez: And then...he comes over and he blinks at Charleston, relaxing against Kurt as he moves to the music.

Sha-Sha: *She's doing the bar hopping type thing tonight. It's the third she's been to. A woman of Gothic Beauty stands before you. She could be a model though you likely don't recognize her face. She has long hair that's been dyed a deep black with the bangs and front bleached and dyed bright blue. Her eyes are dark and trimmed with long, beautiful lashes, accented by the kohl liner around them. Her full lips are painted a bright red. She as a complexion of pale cream, flawless. Her curvaecious figure shows the constant exercise in it's tone and firmness. Hanging from her neck is what looks like an ordinary dart made into a pendant. Tonight she's wearing a pair of tight leather pants that lace up the calves. A long sleeved silk blouse with loosely tied satin lacing leaving a glimpse of cleavage for the top. On her feet are a pair of heeled boots. She also has a drawstring purse tied to her belt. Her coat is checked before coming in.* Pic: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=105

Sha-Sha: ((Color!))

Jeff Brolin: *He looks angry, perhaps, for a moment, that tic starting in his jaw. He tenses from shoulder to ankle. Stiff. Stoic.* Have fun fucking your little gothling, *he says, rather curtly to Kurt. Heh. And he gives Kait a swift kiss on the cheek.* I'm gettin' outta this shit pit.

Dara : *slinking her way into the bar, too big on the petite almost too thin too pale girl ( http://www.vampirefreaks.com/pics/vinyldemon/be6.gif , what shes wearing tonight too without the hoodie and backpack) black hoodie covering to nearly the hem of the dress, tatts on her legs*

Sha-Sha: d10: per+alert: 6,9,6,10,

Kurt Samson: "Jeff.." He begins and watches him. "I'll talk t'ya later. I'm sorry." He doesn't know what he did wrong!

Christian Gallagher: He looks over and smiles widely to Charleston. "Hey! Good to see you, man. And watch the shoulder...you know what a wuss I am." He grins at the man, then looks to everyone. "Guys...this is Charlie, my roommate. Charlie...this is Jez, Kurt, Alyssa, Jeff, and Kaitlyn." Indicating each of them in turn.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She laughs a bit as she was ready to go too, just moving a little more carefully so she doesn't stumble and look drunk. That was sooooo ungraceful. Jeff will likely make it out of there a lot faster.

Jez: Sighs, reaching up to touch Kurt's jaw. "It's not you. He's mad because I turned him down," he says softly.

Jez: He smiles warmly to Charleston. "It's good to meet you, Charlie. The documentary was fascinating." Yes, he watched it.

Sha-Sha: *Her eyes trail over various people, noting them. She smiles at seeing Christian, besides Dara coming in behind her, he's the only one she actually knows so she heads over his way after waving to the girl behind her. Smiling at both.*

Christian Gallagher: And then he blinks as Jeff gets pissed and leaves. "Or, that was Jeff and Kaitlyn."

Charleston Sinclair: "Hey, guys." He's all wide, sparkling, friendly smiles and waves for everyone. "How's it going? Am I interrupting anything? And he really is a wuss. Trust me..stubs his toe and bawls like a baby. I'm not kidding."

Kaitlyn Kelly: She gives a polite smile and wave to Charlie as he's introduced. Still not moving all that fast, but certainly heading for the door.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a bright smile to the new arrival. "Hello Charlie."

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 4,7,5,8,9,

Kurt Samson: "Nice t'meetcha, Charlie." He gives a warm nod, despite his concern for Jeff. The touch from Jez makes him relax some.

Jeff Brolin: *He keeps himself steady with Kaitlyn. Not a WORD to Kurt.*

Briar Kennedy: Like she cares about the drama other's are causing, she is just dancing, moving to the music as she does so well.

Dara : d10: per+alert: 1,5,5,2,2,10,7,

Christian Gallagher: He smirks at Charlie and rolls his eyes, before he catches who's approaching. "Looks like it's time for introductions, round two," He grins Sha-Sha's way and waves to her.

Charleston Sinclair: "You saw that? Aw, man...I didn't think anyone watched that. I was such a doofus." He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, watching each in turn, eyebrows furrowing as Jeff stalks off. Then, it's back to watching the new crowd.

Sha-Sha: *OOps, wait, there's Kaitlyn too, but she seems to be leaving. She gets a wave too.*

Kaitlyn Kelly: Since Jeff was still next to her, she slides her arm into his and lets him help her get out of there. She's not mad by any means, just looks perhaps slightly sad about something. And trying so hard not to look drunk.

Jez: "You're not interrupting anything, just having fun and all." Smiles.

Dara : *giving a shyish smile and wave to shasha, nibbling on the lipring she looks about the place, half seeing what she thinks are familiar faces somewhere near the bar*

Briar Kennedy: ((Anyone need a DD PM me and I will send it))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa downs the rest of her drink and turns around to order another. When in rome..

Sha-Sha: *She grins at Christian.* Hey there, good to see you in a good mood.

Kaitlyn Kelly: She waves with her free hand to Sha-Sha.

Jez: Charleston: "I follow the issue closely." He grins. "And that cut of you drumming was wonderful."

Charleston Sinclair: The blushing starts with the ears and soon spreads as he scratches the back of his neck. "Well...I do love drummin'. I do it a lot for the kids at the hospital. Um..." He glows when he talks about it. "Usually on improbable things. They get a giggle outta that."

Christian Gallagher: "Oh, shut up, Charlie. It was awesome." He looks to Sha-Sha and nods. "Same back. Everyone, this is Sha-Sha. Sha-Sha...Jez, Kurt, Alyssa, and Charlie. And if I introduced people who know each other, then you'll all just have to deal."

Jez: Charlie: "It would break my heart," he says softly, "those kids."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa cups her new drink in both hands and giggles. "Hello sha sha sha sha. I LOVE that name."

Jez: He nods to Sha-Sha.

Jez: d10: p/a: 7,8,3,6,8,3,3,

Jez: "And there's Dara," he comments on top of that, waving a hand to wave to her as she nears the bar.

Jez: OOC> waving=raising, sheesh!

Sha-Sha: *She laughs and nods at the group.* A pleasure...*Then she grins at Alyssa* Thank you, I rather like it myself.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes widen, hearing Jez mention Dara. She looks around to see if it's the same one, a hint of fear about her.

Charleston Sinclair: "Hey, Sha-Sha." Shy, blushing boy at the moment as he leans to order water. Yes, water. At a bar.

Dara : *sooo...yeah...eyes glancing about...at least she knows those people off that way....so she heads there(alyssa turned around so she doesnt notice her), giving a small smile and wave that way if anyone looks, fingers peeking from the too long sleeves of the hoodie*

Kurt Samson: "Nice t'meetcha, Sha-Sha." He's swaying with Jez, but his full attention isn't really on it at the moment.

Sha-Sha: Make that two...*She grins at Charlie and nods at the bartender. Apparently she's starting with water as well.*

Charleston Sinclair: "Yay for the brave ones drinking water at a bar.." A laugh is sent Sha-Sha's way, as well as another broad grin.

Briar Kennedy: As the music changes her movements fluidly change, still dancing out on the dance floor, working up quite a sweat.

Kurt Samson: He leans to whisper something in Jez's ear.

Sha-Sha: *She giggles* Well, I got started earlier before coming here so I figured I'd better get some water in me before trying anything else. I want to have a good night not pass out. *She winks.*

Jez: He's sipping ginger ale, but the reason is as clear as the underage stamp on his hand.

Christian Gallagher: He looks over in Dara's directing, smiling warmly to her and waving.

Christian Gallagher: ((Direction. GAAAAAAAAAH!))

Sha-Sha: ((~pets Ravyn~))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives an odd look to Dara and shuffles away from the bar. "I dance now." She states to the group and in a hurry slips amongst the other people on the dance floor, stopping near Briar to catch her breath.

Dara : *then alyssa turns around and she freezes, her own eyes widening, deer in the headlights, definately looking unsure and scared now*

Jez: He leans up on his tiptoes to murmur back in Kurt's ear.

Jamie Randall: Jamie makes his way into the club, grumbling softly to himself as he looks around. He's dressed simply tonight in a pair of snug jeans that show off his muscular thighs and backside to advantage and a snug black t-shirt that hugs his broadly muscled chest so tightly one can almost see the hair curling beneath it. Two days of red and black stubble darken his jaw and his shoulder length red hair falls free about his strong jawed and moderately handsome face.

Charleston Sinclair: "I'm just boring sometimes, I guess." He chuckles and wraps a hand around his drink. "This is an interesting place so far."

Sha-Sha: *She blinks at Alyssa's retreat and looks back at Dara. Sha managed to get by without the stamp again tonight. So no clear indication of her age.*

Sha-Sha: If you were boring, I don't think they'd have let you in. *She laughs at Charlie.*

Jamie Randall: He heads to the bar without looking around, deep voice booming as he nears it, pausing behind a gaggle of younger club goers with an agrieved expression on his face. "Ale! Dark!"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa flashes Briar a tiny squint. A hint of recognition. She starts mimicing the woman's movements in a clumsy dance. To blend in with the other barbarians. Maybe dara hadn't seen her..

Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: boogie: 9,4,3,9,8,

Jez: Charlie: "You're not boring." Chuckles. "I mean it."

Jez: He smiles up at Jeff, then blinks as he hears a certain booming voice, glancing over at the bar. From famine to feast, from drought to monsoon. Silly fates.

Charleston Sinclair: "Man, I have my own pep squad and everything here. This is my new favorite club, Christian. I'm going to come here even when you're not spinning. I hope you don't mind." His accent has a bit of South Carolina mixed with some New York and generic American.

Jez: OOC> Jeff=Kurt Sorry!

Briar Kennedy: Those icey violet eyes land on Alyssa, she dismisses the girl no matter what as she just dances by herself, making sure not even any of the guys or girls who would like to dance with her get the chance to.

Jez: He laughs at what Charlie says. "Should I start the fan club? Wouldn't look good if you started it up yourself." He's not being mean, the humor is in fun.

Kurt Samson: He recognizes that booming voice and tenses just a little bit, arms tightening ever so slightly around Jez.

Jamie Randall: He waits for the count of five, smirking a bit as a whole starts to open up around him, allowing him to belly up to the bar and pay for his drink. He takes a long, hard pull and then turns his green eyes to the crowd.

Christian Gallagher: ((Sorry, guys, phone call distracted me.)) "Don't mind at all, Charlie," he says with a grin. "Knock yourself out."

Jamie Randall: d10: per alert: 8,6,1,

Dara : *gulping slowly, she looks like shes shivering even in this place that must be hot as heck with all the bodies in it, alyssa heads off, but it still takes her a few moments to zip quick as she can to the bar, breathing hard as if catching her breath, soft clicking coming from her mouth*

Jez: He tries to catch Jamie's eye, a little apprehensive to do so with Kurt here, but he waves anyway.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa doesn't seem to try to dance with the girl. Simply being in her vacinity seems to put her in more of a comfort zone than being around Dara. For downing four drinks back to back she's not doing so bad for herself.. though it's apparent that she hasn't got a great deal of skill.

Jamie Randall: He squints and sighs, shrugging as he fails to pick out anyone in particular in the crowd, looking rather disheartened.

Jez: "Evening, Dara. You okay?"

Sha-Sha: This club is a wonderful place. Mm...when that guy from the other night isn't DJing at least. *she glances at Christian who should know who she means with a grin*

Charleston Sinclair: "Sure, Jez, is it?" A beaming grin. "That'd be just fine. As long as there will be t-shirts, buttons, badges, and all that fun stuff. Proceeds go to charity, of course. Oh! And we could have little souveneir bongos." He's laughing a bit toward the end, so amused.

Jez: He motions over to the bartender. Points out Jamie. "Give him another of what he's drinking. I'll buy it." Paying for it.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Dance: 3,5,1,3,5,6,9,5,

Christian Gallagher: He glances over at Jez and Kurt, then back at Jamie, frowning a bit. The duo get a quick questioning look, a silent 'Everything okay?' directed at them.

Dara : *she hears jez but bluntly shakes her head, paled even for her, definately spooked about something*

Jamie Randall: He finishes the first ale in no time, grunting and squinting down the bar as a second is set before him. His eyes narrow slightly as he sees Kurt's arms around Jez and his brow arches slightly. Taking a deep breath he drops himself onto a stool.

Jez: "Souvenir bongos?" He laughs. "We'd put the ribbons on them, it would be perfect. They'd become collector's items."

Briar Kennedy: With a low growl of frustration over something, she stomps on someone foot as she makes her way from the dance floor. Yep she dances bad, time to stop for at least a while.

Sha-Sha: *She chews the edge of her lip as tensions rise around her.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes widen watching Briar storm off. Her own movements stop, having nothing to go by. She blinks and downs the rest of her drink. She does a hop to look over the other dancers, toward the bar to see where dara went.

Jez: Christian: A sheepish short of shrug and he goes a little scarlet again. This isn't exactly the impression he wanted to make on Christian, or Charlie for that matter, and it shows.

Charleston Sinclair: "Exactly! They could be sold on e-bay." He's either oblivious, or deliberately trying to keep things from going bonkers.

Jez: Kurt: "I need to make sure he's okay." Patting a bicep.

Kurt Samson: All he does is stand there, smile pleasantly, and keep his thoughts to himself. For now, his arms are around Jez...until Jez no longer wants them there.

Sha-Sha: *She smiles at Charlie, it's nice to see someone trying to keep the mood cheerful.*

Christian Gallagher: He gives Jez a small smile and nods, as if to say, 'It's okay.' He glances over at Charlie and grins. "What, you sure they'll make the insane reserve bid you're likely to set on them?" Teasing.

Dara : um....v....vodka....please......*no stamp on her either, shed slipped by herself behind shasha...soft clicking coming from her mouth as she unzips teh hoodie, wearing that black dress underneath*

Kurt Samson: "All right...um..if y'wanna..uh..yanno...leave..with him.." He lets his voice trail, a bittersweet smile and a kiss pressed to his temple before he releases him.

Jez -> Christian Gallagher: ((And Jez is now learning the price of sleeping around. *LOL*))

Briar Kennedy: She serems to know just where to put her elbow in somes back to get them out of her way. As she moves from the dfance floor, she didn't know Alyssa was copying her, just that she was dancing out there. Slipping a hand into her front pocket of her jeans as she nears the bar, if she walks through the crowds of peoplke then she does so, she doesn't quite car, a free speace at the bar, perfect. "Water." and she slaps her hand down on the top of the bar with money for the tender.

Christian Gallagher -> Jez: ((Looks like. *S*))

Charleston Sinclair: "Well..yeah. For a good cause, of course. The money would go to research and stuff..my usual causes." Big, beaming grin. Nothing gets him down. Except maybe his t-cell count from time to time.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a tiny frown and walks back over to the bar. A bit clumsier than her usually bouncy stride.. but she's making it. She steps up next to Christain and sets her drink to the counter.

Sha-Sha: *She grins at Christian.* I might just because you said that...*She laughs.*

Jez: Kurt: "I didn't say that." Quietly, "He's a little...possessive. I just want to make sure he's not going to...get riled."

Jez: He nods to the others and heads over to Jamie, slipping between the bar stools beside him and leaning on the bar.

Kurt Samson: "Darlin', I'd take him on in a fist fight for ya if I had ta." Aww, isn't he such the romantic sometimes? "Go on, hon, I'll be here."

Jamie Randall: He leans back against the bar, feet hooking around the rungs of the stool as he proceeds to finish off half the bottle, his eyes slanted towards Jez.

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah, I know." He laughs a little to Charlie and nods. "You're a good sort, man. Glad I found you to share an apartment with." Like he hasn't said that about a hundred times in the past.

Jez: He wraps an arm around Jamie's shoulders to give him a hug, kissing his cheek. "You want to join us? I'll behave, I promise. I think it's time you met my friends."

Christian Gallagher: He looks over at Alyssa, concern on his face. "Hey...Alyssa, hon. Are you okay?"

Dara : *she was just about to turn and wave hey to christian with a smile on her face, being somewhat near them, but seeing alyssa there again she looks rather quickly back to the bar, taking in a deep calming breath, soft clicking from her mouth still*

Jamie Randall: He turns his full attention to Jez and slowly sets down the bottle before curling one massive hand around the base of Jez's skull and leaning down to kiss him hard enough to bruise his lips.

Jez: He didn't say anything to Kurt's proclamation, but he likely heard it.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks up to Christain with the same hint of fear about her. She forces a smile to her face, but the girl's a terrible liar. "Yes, Christain. The room is spinning. And the Hedonists are very kind to me."

Briar Kennedy: Once she has her water bottle in hand she twists off the top and takes a sip of it, looking around now. Cold gaze sweepong over the people in the club.

Briar Kennedy: d10: Per+Alert: 2,5,9,4,2,

Charleston Sinclair: He'd been about to respond, but then Christian's attention shifted and he finds himself looking at Alyssa with concern.

Jez: He accepts the kiss, though that might partially be because he would break his own back if he tried to get away.

Kurt Samson: His gaze follows after Jez and when he watches what Jamie does, it looks like he droops..deflates maybe..just a little bit.

Christian Gallagher: He sighs...what is it with him and drunk females in this place? A smile goes to Alyssa and he slides off the stool, ever the protective guy. "Alyssa...c'mon. Let's get you somewhere safe. Someone's likely to try and take advantage of you in your current state."

Briar Kennedy: And she spits out her water coughing and choking on it as if it had somehow been hard liquor and she wasn't prepared for it.

Jamie Randall: Jamie frowns and pulls away from Jez, brows drawing together over his nose. "Enjoy yer night," he rumbles, voice dark.

Sha-Sha: *She's listens quietly, watching Alyssa and Dara.*

Jez: He's not *trying* to make anyone jealous! His mind practically screams it, but he doesn't of course say it aloud. He pulls back from the kiss and takes Jamie by the wrist, pulling him off the stool determinedly and not caring if he stumbles, walking back to the others.

Dara : *vodka brought eventually, she downs it, not quickly, but steadily, gasping softly for breath and holding solidly to the bars edge as she finishes and sets the glass down, flicking a quick glance back over towards christian and alyssa, chewing on the lipring again*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks with a confused look to Christain "But.. you said that even before I was drunk. You worry too much, man. If anyone tries to harm me.. I'll stab them in the face." She gives a bright smile. Eerie really.

Jamie Randall: Jamie stumble? Oh no...Its Jez pulling against that almost three hundred pounds of unmoving muscle.

Jez: Or trying to walk back to the others. If Jamie doesn't want to move, Jez isn't strong enough to force him.

Charleston Sinclair: "Yeah..we should get her somewhere else." He chimes in, running a hand through his haphazardly chopped hair. "There're crazy people about."

Jamie Randall: "Gowan," he says, twisting his arm free of Jez's grip. "I'm nae sharin' ye lad. I'd nae realized jest how...free...wi' yerself ye were."

Kurt Samson: He told Jez he'd stay, but he's not really too keen on lingering at the moment. Taking a sip of his long-neglected beer, he decides to start studying the floor. Oh look, someone spilled something.

Charleston Sinclair -> Christian Gallagher: [Man, I wish I had ICQ up so I could do my commentary..but I just had to say it to someone...Jamie's such a hypocrite! Okies, done now.*snerk, slithers back IC while cursing her work*]

Jez: "Jamie..." He sighs, looking at him and not dropping the wrist. "He saw the kiss, you made your point. I'm sorry if you're unhappy with my decision to not be anyone's boyfriend right now. I want you to meet my friends, but if you would rather drink and sulk, I can't stop you. I don't like it, but I can't stop you." He drops his wrist and turns to walk away.

Christian Gallagher: Correction: What is it with him and drunk females who blithely threaten with weapons in this place? "I worry because I've seen it happen. Come on...make a man who worries too much feel better, okay?"

Christian Gallagher -> Charleston Sinclair: ((*Snerks*))

Briar Kennedy: She wipes off the front of her shirt which got a bit wet, not as wet as that per's feet who she spit water all over. Oh well they needed a bath anyways. She takes a smaller sip of the water once she is able to breath, glancing between Alyssa and dara and those around taking note of any faces she needs to.

Jamie Randall: He snorts indelicately. "Dinnae be such a fookin' little shite, Jez," he rumbles. "Ye knew how I felt...an I 'ad no fookin' clue jest 'ow many men ye were or werenae screwin'." A pause as he flicks his eyes to Kurt. "Enjoy et."

Jez: "Free with myself?!" He whirls around, fists clenched as he glares at Jamie with snapping honey-brown eyes. "MEN!" Whirls back around to storm over to Kurt.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a girlish huff, crossing her arms over her tank top. "I can take care of myself. But if it'll make you feel better to see me to safety.. I won't stop you. I wouldn't want to accidently injure you, man. I've seen you hurt yourself only pretending to fight."

Sha-Sha: *She shaks her head at Alyssa's proclaiming she'll stab anyone who tries to hurt her.*

Jamie Randall: "Bitch," he mutters, stalking for the door with a low, barely audible growl.

Dara : *finishing, closing her eyes, the look on her face strained, she zips the hoodie back up, slipping the hood over her face and quickly paying for her drink, wiping at her eyes quickly*

Sha-Sha: *She blinks and has to stifle a giggle at the remark of Christian hurting himself pretending to fight.*

Christian Gallagher: He blinks, looking up to the giant Jamie and then over to Jez. A hand comes to his face, shaking his head. Jesus Christ...he looks over to Alyssa and smiles, sadly. "Yes, it would make me feel better, Alyssa. And I know you can take care of yourself. Where would you like to go?"

Jez: "YES YOU DID!" he shouts back at Jamie. "You knew about Kurt and he was there before you! I told you I didn't want a boyfriend! I told you I just got out of two disastrous relationships and didn't want another! Oh go to HELL!" Tries turning away again.

Briar Kennedy: And she rolls her eyes at Jez and Jamie, chuckling and shaking her head all at the same time. Another sip of her water.

Jez: A stormcloud as he stalks back to Kurt.

Sha-Sha: *Though it quickly fades with the argument and she sighs.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a tiny sigh, watching dara. An apologetic look crosses her face before she turns away, making a slow pace for the door. "I want to go home now. I need to pray."

Jamie Randall: Something about Jez getting worked up makes Jamie pause and just stare at the small man for a very long moment before bursting into hard, gut deep laughter. "Ye, wee shite! I fuggin' sucked yer wee little..." He trails off, blinking, blushing hotly.

Dara : *the shouting, the biiiig man growling, she flinches, freezing again where she is and shivering*

Jez: He doesn't look back, trying to compose himself before he reaches Kurt. Though his face still looks like a thundercloud.

Christian Gallagher: "Oh, for FUCK'S sake." He looks between Jez and Jamie as they blow up, scowling. A quick look to Charleston. "I'll be back later." And then he's following behind Alyssa.

Briar Kennedy: She looks in between Jez and Jamie thios was better than day time TV. slightly. Leaning against the bar and listening to things.

Jez: ((~thwaps Briar~ *L*))

Jez: He sees Christian leave with Alyssa and just sighs, flopping onto whatever seat is available near Kurt. "What fun."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa makes her way out of the bar and gives a tiny shiver, digging into her bag to clumsily pull out her sweater. It takes her a good while but she finally fishes the thing out, giving a tiny giggle. "Why are you scared for me Christain?"

Briar Kennedy: (*Giggles* better than her laughing loudly at the two of them))

Kurt Samson: He holds his arms out for Jez, no judgement in his eyes. He doesn't say anything for the moment.

Jez: He shakes his head slightly, reaching up for Kurt's hand instead. "Just sit with me a moment. Please."

Christian Gallagher: "Because you seem like a very nice girl, Alyssa," he says to her, the scowl slipping away from his face once he's out of the bar. "And I've seen a lot of very nice girls have a lot of bad things happen to them when they were drunk. And you're drunk. I don't want to see anything bad happen to you."

Jamie Randall: He snorts and rubs hard at the back of his neck, grumbling under his breath as he heads for the door, his eyes on the floor.

Sha-Sha: *She looks at Jez, then at Dara, speaking to the girl* Hey...

Charleston Sinclair: Christian's going, leaving Charlie in the somewhat awkward position of comic relief. Or something to that effect. He takes a sip of water and watches the group. "So...um..how about that local sports team?"

Briar Kennedy: And she can't help it now, she laughs, whole heartedly as if she has just about seen the funniest thing on earth happen. Holding onto the bar with one hand, clutching her drink to her chest withthe other.

Jez: Charlie: He looks at him, going pink in the face again. "I'm sorry," he groans, smacking his head back against a wall. "I'm really not like this. This is NOT one of my better nights."

Sha-Sha: *She laughs at Charlie's question.* I don't follow sports at all.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa flashes a crooked grin to the man and pulls the sweater over her head. "That's sweet. I'm sorry I have to go so soon. That girl.. dara.. I think she hates me." Alyssa steps clumsily out toward the curb to wave down a taxi

Kurt Samson: He nods and wraps his fingers around Jez's hand, holding it gently and then giving it a squeeze. "All right, anythin' fer ya."

Christian Gallagher: "It's okay." He follows her to the curb, ready in case she slips and falls into the street in front of the approaching cab. "Why does she hate you?"

Jez: A weak smile to Kurt. "I don't think I'm cut out to be a slut. I'm seeing that very clearly now. I thought I could, but I'm not that cold hearted." Sighs.

Sha-Sha -> Christian Gallagher: ((Just been told that a PM has been sent your way. :) Just letting you know.))

Dara : *swallowing hard again she flicks wide wet eyes over to shasha, soft clicking coming from her, chewing the lipring, she nods, easing when the biiig scary man heads out, rubbing her arms*

Charleston Sinclair: "I'm sure. It's no big deal. Shit happens, you know? Life's unpredictable. You've gotta roll with the punches and take it as it comes, right?" A warm smile.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She steadies herself on a streetsign, obviously used to being in this state. She frowns, looking down to the ground. "I shouldn't talk about it. If she's smart.. she won't either. I'm afraid for her."

Sha-Sha: *She smiles at Dara.* Wanna join us?

Kurt Samson: "I'm not cut out to be one either. I tried it for a while. It didn't work out well.."

Jez: "Yeah," he says softly, studying Charlie with a faint sense of awe, realizing again what he's gone through. "And it's so petty, anyway." He sits up a little straighter.

Jez: He smiles warmly to Kurt. "It's just not me. It's not what I want." The smile fades and he looks at the floor, a little lost.

Charleston Sinclair: "Hey, if you ever want to just hang out and talk sometime, Jez. You can always give me a call. I like talking to people." And Jez looks like he could use the friend. And some advice.

Christian Gallagher: He frowns a little, but nods. "Okay, hon. Well, I hope it works out for you." When the cab pulls up, he opens the door for her. "Have a good night, Alyssa. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

Briar Kennedy: After her fit of laughter dies down she picks up a napkin, she aks for a pen and writes something down. She hands back the pen and stuffs the napkin in her pocket, picking up her water bottle she wanders over to the table where Jez is sitting.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She nods and hops up to kiss the man's cheek. "I will. Come by anytime Christain. Thanks for looking out for me." She gives a bright smile and piles into the cab.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (aaaand i'm out. danke guys *G*)

Kurt Samson: He lifts Jez's hand to his lips for a kiss, nodding a little. "Well...I don't know what t'tell ya, hon.."

Jez: A light smile, but genuine, to Charlie. "Thanks, Charlie. It's been a bit of a rough year. I'm just sorry you and Christian...well, everybody, really...had to witness that."

Christian Gallagher -> Charleston Sinclair: ((Charleston, btw, would likely know what pissed Christian off most about that situation. He's very sensitive about the idea of casual, promiscuous sex, and it bothers him a lot, since that's how he contracted HIV.))

Dara : I...I dunno...*licking her lips, shrugging, rubbing her shoulders again as she flicks a glance to shasha charlie kurt and jez*

Jez: ((Bye Alyssa!))

Charleston Sinclair -> Christian Gallagher: [Which is precisely why Charlie's going to try to get to him. Because he's cool like that.*snickers*]

Jez: He leans his head against one of Kurt's broad shoulders, relaxing marginally and feeling safer.

Christian Gallagher: ((*Hugs Scarlet*)) He watches the cab go and sighs, running a hand through his hair. Well, at least this one didn't get pissed at him. He turns and goes to head back into the club.

Sha-Sha: It's alright. *She smiles at Jez* I just hope it hasn't spoiled your night.

Charleston Sinclair: "I can understand that. My advice is to be true to yourself and what your heart tells you. I know life can treat you real shitty and knock you about some, but there's no point in letting it defeat you. Life really is too short to do anything that makes you less than happy."

Briar Kennedy: A devilish grin on her lips as she makes her way over to the table she pointedly looks at Jez, "Thanks." a wink to him.

Sha-Sha: ((Later Scarlet!))

Sha-Sha: *She smiles, warmly, at Dara.* We're a friendly group. It's alright, isn't it guys?

Jez: Charlie: "Be easier if my heart showed me how to follow it." A blink at Briar.

LRM: This here buggery still buggering?

Briar Kennedy: She looks to Charleston. "Speakin from personel experiance there or just a bit of advice that you think will work?"

Jez: Sha-Sha: "Huh?" Looks at Dara. "You know you're welcome around me, Dara."

Charleston Sinclair: Briar gets a soft smile. "It's personal experience." A shrug, another sip of water. "I know what I'm talking about." Then, he turns to Jez. "You've gotta just listen to it. Have one of those zen moments with it like in Pocahontas. You'll figure it out."

Sha-Sha: Jez:*She shakes her head* Nevermind.

Christian Gallagher: Back inside, he looks around, brushing some hair out of his face. He pauses before he starts to approach the spot at the bar where everyone is, trying to put on his best face.

Jez: Charlie: "I think I need to do something unselfish, something without ulterior motives, without thinking what I'll get out of it." Morosely wonders where his ginger ale has gone.

Sha-Sha: d10: per+alert: 2,6,3,5,

LRM: ((Oops. Open?))

Kurt Samson: He squeezes Jez's hand, picking up his beer for a sip. Things don't look so bad for him at the moment.

Kurt Samson: He squeezes Jez's hand, picking up his beer for a sip. Things don't look so bad for him at the moment.

Jez: He goes scarlet when Christian gets back and he looks down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes. He is, obviously, very embarrassed about the scene.

Jez: ((LRM: Yes. *L*))

Briar Kennedy: She raises an eyebrow at Charleston. "Riiiiiight. Life is so much peaches n cream that by following your heart and doing the zen thing won't get you pulled through a key hole backwards over borken glass, lemon juice rain and rocksalt." a nod of her head. "Sure...." those violet eyes have gone cold and hard.

Charleston Sinclair: "You can come down to the hospital with me and meet the kids sometime if you'd like. They always love meeting new people." A bit of a bounce.

Dara : maybe.....*looking like shes pondering it, she does get up and approach jez and kurt, blinking shyly up to kurt chewing her lip as she leans to whisper to jez quietly*

Sha-Sha: ((Yep LRM)) *She looks over and waves as Christian returns.* Hey hun, it go better this time? *A hopeful look on her face.*

Jez: Charlie: "Yeah. Yes, I think I would like that." Looking up with a faint smile. Looking to Dara then as she whispers to him.

Sha-Sha: *She blinks at Charlie.* You work at a hospital?

LRM: ((Yay! Forgot the paras there))

Charleston Sinclair: He looks at Briar, head cocked to the side. "I've been HIV-positive for eleven years. If I let a little thing like my eventual early death get me down, well, I'd be one depressed pile of goo right now. Or worm food from suicide."

Charleston Sinclair: "I don't work at a hospital, Sha-Sha..not really. I just visit there. And make the kids smile. Sometimes in a clown suit..but not all the time because some kids are scared of clowns. Don't want to be giving them nightmares." He turns to Jez and pulls out his business card. "Call me, then, any time. Day or night."

Christian Gallagher: "A little better, yea." He comes up next to Charlie, wincing a little as he hears his roomie talking so frankly. He doesn't quite look at Jez as he slides up onto the bar stool he was on, picking up his beer for a sip.

Christian Gallagher: "Clowns fucking suck," he adds helpfully, as if to prove Charlie's point.

Jez: He takes the card, pocketing it, carefully not looking at Christian. "Thank you, Charlie."

Jon Montgomery: Jon pushes tiredly into the club, pausing briefly at the door to run a hand through his short brown hair. Frowning he drops the hand to his face and pulls the ring from his ring finger before tucking it into his jeans and heading towards the bar.

Kurt Samson: He leans to kiss the tip of Jez's nose. "I've gotta be goin' soon..didja wanna come? We could just hang out an' watch movies, no hanky-panky or nothin'."

Jez: He nods to Dara. "I will, Dara. Have you met Charlie and Kurt?"

Briar Kennedy: A small shake of her head. "Good for you, live your life how you see fit. Your heart can hurt you worse when you follow it then if you do not. Trust me in that. I am not a single mom for no reason."

Charleston Sinclair: "Well, as fun as this is, I've gotta get goin'. The kids want me in early tomorrow for the pickle tub special." He air-drums. "See you later, Christian."

Sha-Sha: *She grimaces as Charlie states he's HIV positive.* Oh, I...used to volunteer at a hospital back in Kansas. Not sure they'd like me so much there now.

Felisa Espinosa: She's a little late making the rounds tonight. Chat at the old homestead lent to something longer than she'd guessed, but it all worked out in the end. A quick nip on the streets and she was feeling refreshed, easy-going, smile at the bouncers and gab for a minute before sliding into the place, ciggie in her mouth and a smile for the masses of leather and latex clad.
Description: She's Puerto Rican, and the mixture of african, indian, spanish and french bloodlines mixed together to form a olive-skinned melting pot of a woman. She's pretty but not overly beautiful, the type of woman that you would try to continue conversation with if she walked up to you and asked the time, not that she would do such, or that you would ask her once you saw the hip-hop clothes, baggy pants and hoodie, an overall thug look. She's fairly avarage in height and weight, perhaps a touch taller than the typical Puerto Rican, with dirty brown hair and dark eyesthat hint at a savage intellegence

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah, see you at home, Charlie." He looks at the man, smiling faintly.

Jez: He nods to Kurt, standing up. "Yeah, I just want a quiet night."

Charleston Sinclair: "Keep in touch, Jez. You're good people under all of that drama." A wide grin. "It was nice meeting everyone. I hope you guys have a great night and have a lot of fun."

Sha-Sha: Good night Charlie. It was nice meeting you.

Dara : naw....naw I aint......*flicking nervous eyes towards kurt and charlie, chewing her lip as tehy both say they gotta go* sokay tho...*shrugging, she starts to back off, eyes dow for a moment before looking to christian, murmuring out a soft hey*

Jez: Deep breath, and he looks at Christian. "I apologize, Christian. I'm not usually...well, no excuses, I behaved badly and I'm sorry. Good night."

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 3,4,7,6,2,

Kurt Samson: "Sounds like a plan." He slides from his stool, still holding Jez's hand as he waves. "See you guys later. It was nice meetin' y'all."

Kurt Samson: [And I've gotta go home and sleep. So, Charlie and Kurt are gonna bounce. See ya!]

Jon Montgomery: At the bar he unzips his carhart and lets it drop to the stool as he settles his lean but powerful frame onto it with a sigh, fingers idly adjusting the fall of his red t-shirt.

He's handsome in a rough sort of way with short, sandy brown hair and warm brown eyes. Around his neck is inked an intricate knotwork torque in azure blue, horsehead finials resting an inch apart just above his collarbone. His right arm is a mass of twisting inkwork, bright blue knotting twisting and twining around highly stylized animal shapes: horse, cat, wolf, hawk, and fish. From beneath the left sleeve of his t-shirt can be seen a jewel bright snake. He has a hoop in his right eyebrow and a plug and three decently sized hoops in each ear.

Briar Kennedy: Andf she looks like she was up to a good fight. Now everyone was running out just when things were getting heated up. A sip of her water and then a shake of her head.

Charleston Sinclair: And he's off!

Jez: He keeps a hold of Kurt's hand as they leave.

Felisa Espinosa: She spies a few people she knows, waves to them before taking her seat at the bar. The day beds, although incredibly comfortable, just were not her thing. Better to sit and chat and spin on the stool, which she started to do. "Gimme a pack of Wides, man. Y'know, the usual."

Christian Gallagher: He looks up at Jez, watching him a moment, before he sighs and nods. "It's...not you. Well...not you yourself. I don't...those kinds of situations bother me. A lot." He looks off after Charlie, watching until he hits the door.

Sha-Sha: *She sighs as people start to scatter and turns to order a glass of whiskey.*

Dara : *sighing softly, that clicking sound heard again, she backs off a few more steps, looking at everyone quietly, not saying a word as she starts to turn, hands rubbing at her arms again*

Jon Montgomery: "Beer," he says, glancing up at the bartender. "MGD, I guess," he adds after a brief pause.

Jez: He nods quietly to Christian before following Kurt out the door.

Briar Kennedy: Being more invisable now than she would be if she tried to hide just standing ther, a shruig of her shoulder, and she turns and heads for the dance floor once more.

Christian Gallagher: He nods to Kurt and Jez as they leave, then sighs, turning back around to face the bar. He looks at Sha-Sha and smiles ruefully. "Sometimes, good nights happen around me. Honest."

Sha-Sha: I was thinking it was me. Not you. *A rueful look back.* Least you were smiling when I came in.

Dara : *murmuring a soft 'later guys, I guess' thats most likely drowned out in the bar, she keeps shuffling off from the bar, making way through the crowd towards teh door*

Felisa Espinosa: "Seems a little edgy tonight."
That was the vibe that she was getting; like she just missed the end of an awkward argument. Shit happens, she thinks, and tapped the cigarette once, then again.

Jon Montgomery: He glances at Felisa. "Huh?"

Sha-Sha: *She gives a small wave to Fel nw that she notices her.*

Felisa Espinosa: She turned to the man, a stranger. Looked at him with dark eyes. "Just seems a little edgy tonight, weird vibe. I wondered what I had missed, if I had missed anything. You know how it goes."

Christian Gallagher: He looks up at Sha-Sha and chuckles a little. "Yeah, well. I get a few moments of smiling a day. Part of the settlement between me and Murphy."

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 6,10,4,9,10,

Sha-Sha: *She laughs a bit.* So you live with Charlie?

Felisa Espinosa: Sha-Sha got a wave, and Christian did as well. The gothling looked much better than she did last night, all pale and grumpish. And it looked as if the girl had a drink in her hand.

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah." He nods, smiling a little bit more. "We've lived together for a while now. Good guy...we get along well."

Christian Gallagher: He blinks over at Felisa at the wave, then smiles a bit, waving back.

Dara : *nothing said as she heads off, she dissappears out the door*

Sha-Sha: *She nods* Are you two just roomies or...? *Curiously*

Sha-Sha: *And she takes a gulp of the whiskey she'd bought and paid for.*

Christian Gallagher: "No, no." He chuckles at that. "I'm straight. Or, really, asexual, I guess."

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles.* Don't want anyone, then?

Briar Kennedy: Either she slipped out the door or back into the dungeons, but she is not on the dancefloor. ((Thanks guys for the scene))

Christian Gallagher: "I'm far too much of a headache for anyone sane. And sanity is, sadly, one of the many prerequsites for me in a prospective partner."

Felisa Espinosa: Joe seemed a little quiet. Sighing a bit, she turned to watch the dancers dance and the prancers prance.

Sha-Sha: I don't know. You don't seem to be much of a headache to me. Actually, you seem to be a really good guy. You like taking care of people. It's nice to see.

Jez: ((Figure Kurt got a page of a possible fire or something. *L* And Jez will behave this time around.))

Christian Gallagher: "Well, I try," he says with a smile. "Seen a lot of bad shit happen to people. I'd hate to see it happen to someone like Alyssa, or even Adriana."

Jez: Where else to go? He has removed the spiked belt and the kohl from around his eyes. He comes back in, for lack of anything better to do.

Felisa Espinosa: Well this wasn't getting her anywhere tonight. Time to take the conversation by the dick and yank it around. The Puerto Rican hopped off the stool and walked toward Sha-Sha and Christian. "This isn't private is it? I felt like saying hi."

Ziahl : *wanders in*

Christian Gallagher: He looks to Felisa and smiles a little bit. "No, not at all, Fel. Good to see you."

Damien Thiereaoux: *shades over his eyes and leather coat starting to get slipped off with a slight wince and rumble as he heads inside, the gloves get a tug to make sure theyre solidly on before he looks to tony, holding the door, wearing laced up leather pants and black silken shirt*

Sha-Sha: *She nods.* I know what you mean. I spoke with a friend of hers earlier. He seemed cool, so maybe she's not so bad once she gets over the "don't get near me"-clean thing.

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, 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. (pic in gallery, last page)

Ziahl : Glances over her shoulder and smiles brightly as she sees Damien walk in behind her.

Jez: He glances in Sha Sha and Christian's direction, but he has inflicted his presence on them enough. Tonight is a time for self-reflection. Perhaps not the best place to do so, but...he orders yet another ginger ale and walks over to a day bed, sitting lightly on the edge of it.

Sha-Sha: ((*L* Wow...Damien and Sha must shop at the same store.)) *She shakes her head and smiles at Fel.* Hey

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 3,1,6,6,4,

Felisa Espinosa: "It's good to be seen. And it's certainly good to see you looking better Cha-Cha, I wondered how you'd make it on the bike in your condition last night."
A sudden cloud of smoke masked her face, hid it from view.

Christian Gallagher: He's not especially observant, the man unusually quiet compared when in his better moods, but he manages to catch Jez walking to the daybeds. He watches Jez, pursing his lips, and offers the man a small smile and a wave.

Antonio Pavlatos: He comes in with Damien, wearing his favorite leather pants and a deep green silk shirt, also moving just a little less gracefully at the moment, a bit tired looking. When he slips out of his coat his neck shows purplish brusing on one side and more peeking out from under the collar around his shoulder area. Collar still in place, but no body paint on tonight, just the khol liner around his eyes.

Damien Thiereaoux: *smiling to ziahl warmly* hey belle chere...cmere...*free arm not holding the door open to her*

Ziahl : Her smile grows even brighter when she sees Tony is with him.

Jez: He smiles genuinely and waves back to Christian, though he doesn't move from where he is.

Sha-Sha: A woman of Gothic Beauty stands before you. She could be a model though you likely don't recognize her face. She has long hair that's been dyed a deep black with the bangs and front bleached and dyed bright blue. Her eyes are dark and trimmed with long, beautiful lashes, accented by the kohl liner around them. Her full lips are painted a bright red. She as a complexion of pale cream, flawless. Her curvaecious figure shows the constant exercise in it's tone and firmness. From her neck hangs what looks to be an ordinary dart made into a pendant. Tonight she's wearing a pair of tight leather pants that lace up the calves and a long sleeved silk top with satin lacings tied loosely to reveal a glimpse of cleavage. On her feet are heeled boots and there is a drawstring purse tied to her belt. All in black. App 4: Sexy* ((Pic: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&album=1&pos=105 ))

Antonio Pavlatos: The only other addition is the Mardi Gras beads he has on around his neck, several in fact.

Ziahl : She moves easily into Damien's embrace and kisses his cheek. "You are well? Hello Tony."

Ziahl : d10: per + alert: 5,5,9,6,6,1,

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 3,3,6,7,7,

Sha-Sha: d10: Per+alert: 5,10,2,3,

Ziahl : Tony's bruises don't go unnoticed and she gives him a concerned look.

Sha-Sha: I did well enough, *She smiles.* I was mostly recovered by the time I started I think. Just needed rest.

Christian Gallagher: (((In case it's needed: Young and hip. He's one of the beautiful creatures, no doubt about it. Upon first glance, his age could be estimated at the mid-twenties. He's got the rebel feel to him...hair a soft brown, falling to the shoulders of his well-worn leather jacket. He has about a day's growth on his face, just enough to be a bit scratchy, underneath soft blue eyes. He could hardly be called big...maybe 5'10, and weight 160 tops. The man's dressed much like normal...leather jacket over a T-Shirt, with his olive button-down hanging open as a barrier between the two A pair of blue jeans and his sneakers finish off the look. The T-Shirt tonight reads "I Beta-Tested Your Girlfriend" in with with a series of green circles behind lettering. The look is one that says "I don't take much time...'cause I don't need to." And it's true, he looks good anyway. A small chain rests around his neck, a single gold hoop in his left ear. (Fame 1: Professional DJ. Check Who's Who for Details)))

Jez: d10: p/a: 9,4,3,5,4,7,7,

Sha-Sha: *She waves to Tony when she sees him, for the first time not in Alex's company.*

Jez: He looks over at the small huddle at the doorway. Watching and thinking to himself.

Damien Thiereaoux: (do'oh, forgot about his own beads around his neck similar to tonys*G*) *kissing her cheek, mphing softly after he gives her a squeeze, he lets her go and slides a hand to tonys shoulder, comforting and there* Im well, bit sore but well....*smirking softly*

antonio pavalatos: He gives Ziahl a smile, moving to nuzzle her shoulder.

Felisa Espinosa: She too, knew Jez. If only from here (and possibly at the mall). So she waved to him, nodding once. He was more of a regular here than she was. She also knew most of the names of the sudden glut of people that came in.
"Looks like everybody's running late tonight."

Ziahl : She pets Tony's hair and kisses the top of his head. "You are okay?" Letting a finger trail across the edge of his collar where the bruising shows.

Jez: He nods to Felisa as well.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 2,9,2,6,5,5,

Jez: He stands up, moving across the floor towards Ziahl, Tony, and Damien.

Christian Gallagher: He looks up to the DJ Booth, as Brian, the guy there, is finally picking up his stuff. "Well...I'm up, guys. Time for me to pick this crowd up a little bit." A smile is given to Felisa and Sha-Sha, and he makes his way toward the booth. ((Be right back, guys.))

Sha-Sha: *She follows Fel's gaze* Hmm, oh, he was here a little bit ago too. He just seems to be having a bit of a bad night.

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Sha-Sha: *She holds up a hand bare of stamp.* Looks are good for some things. *A half-hearted smile and a sigh.* Christian seems mostly to be having a bad night because of the bad things around him. *She nods at Jez.* He's the one who had the arguement and it was pretty bad.

Ziahl : Offers Tony her hand.

Jez: He lowers his eyes, not even attempting to overhear the whispers.

antonio pavalatos: He knows Damien would be upset if he hadn't at least nodded, and probably Alex as well, but he does reach out and grip Ziahl's hand, looking up to Damien to see if he was coming, or staying here.

Ziahl : She hesitates as Tony looks back at Damien, not one to drag people along.

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing softly, he kisses tony on the cheek and murmurs* I unnerstan, much as I can.....go on....Ill meet y'all at the beds in a few, yeah?

Ziahl : Gives Damien and Jez a smile, then looks at Tony.

Felisa Espinosa: "He does look a little drained. Usually the fella's pretty animated, cuddling his favorite cuddles."
She looked over at him and made a cute pouty face. Felisa figured the rest of those folks would get the fellow on the right track. Or she could fix it, if she really felt like it. "And this seems to have brought you down, yes? Cheer up. You're alive tonight, that stands for something."

antonio pavalatos: Not one to make decisions, or do much with clearance, especially her, he wouldn't leave without a response from Damien. He nuzzles his shoulder, nodding, but seems very subdued now, and not especially comfortable leaving Damien there, but he say nothing, and moves off with Ziahl to the daybed.

antonio pavalatos: (withOUT clearance. And the typos and mistakes start early)

Sha-Sha: *She nods and sighs* Yeah...seems like bad nights keep happening around me. I was hoping thing's'd be better tonight.

Ziahl : She slides an arm protectively around Tony as they walk away, whispering softly to him.

Jez: He watches them, feeling a little sick, that cold feeling of uncertainty.

antonio pavalatos: He whispers back to Ziahl.

Felisa Espinosa: "Y'know maybe you should start, like, pulling out of the club scene a little, change shit up a bit. It's cool to network here and all, chat with the pals and shit, but doing it every night? Erf."
She knew that it would raise the question: what else is there?
"Could poke around graveyards or something."

Jez: Damien: "Should I...I mean, will it bother him...?"

Damien Thiereaoux: hey...*turning jez's attention back to him from ziahl and tony* cmere an give me a bettah hug fore I have t'take one from ye, yeah?*concerned warm look to jez*

Sha-Sha: That would imply I had someone to call. *She sighs.* And it's not just here. I mean last night was vastly different from here and look what it got me. And I don't think hanging around a graveyard would cheer me up any.

antonio pavalatos: (Where are the others?)

Jez: He suddenly hugs Damien fiercely, face against his chest, wordless.

Sha-Sha: ((I think Sha and Fel are near the bar...I think. Sha'd waved to Tony earlier but I think he missed it.))

antonio pavalatos: (He was fixing to respond but saw Jez, he'll notice him after he gets seated and settles down)

Christian Gallagher: ((Okay, Sha & Fel at bad...where's the rest of ya? *S*))

Christian Gallagher: ((bad = bar))

Damien Thiereaoux: *his arms sink around jez warm and secure, one hand moving through the unruly hair on top of the other mans head, murmuring softly*

Felisa Espinosa: "Last night was a fluke Sha-Sha. I suppose in a way it could be a wake up call. No point in doing the Big Mope over it though. And you've got people to call, surely. You just haven't started asking for phone numbers yet."

Damien Thiereaoux: (jez and dami near teh door)

Ziahl : (Z and Tony are approaching the day beds.)

Christian Gallagher: He's in the DJ booth, Christian Gallagher no more. The man is DJ Halcyon now, as he was announced when he hit the booth, and he's mixing to his heart's content, providing a trance and ambiant feel to the music now...something sensual and pounding. A good beat.

antonio pavalatos: He shakes his head at Ziahl, sinking to the floor by the daybed, unless she tugs him onto it.

Christian Gallagher: d10: DJ-ing: 9,7,9,8,4,6,10,

Christian Gallagher: d10: Specialty: Music: 8,

Jez: He takes a step back from Damien. "I'm okay," he says quietly, though he swipes at his eyes, head lowered. "Maybe I'll just sit with you guys and just stay quiet, okay? I don't want to be alone right now."

Sha-Sha: *She shrugs a little.* Maybe. I guess I've lost my touch.

Jez: The difference in DJs though is at least uplifting, and he does feel a little better at the great sounds being played.

Ziahl : She climbs onto the day bed, and settles against the back cusion, patting the space beside her inviting Tony to join her more intimately.

Sha-Sha: *She closes her eyes as the music begins to play and stands.* Oh my god...I'm going out there now. *She tells Fel. That music...She has to dance! She starts out to the dance floor.*

Sha-Sha: d10: Dance: 4,7,2,7,7,8,3,

Ziahl : Nods to Tony. "Yes, get something to drink."

Felisa Espinosa: "What sort of touch did you have? And why do you think you've lost it? So far all I've seen is a charming gothling," she said, nudging her a little, her foot tapping to the music. "What happened to the confident woman I saw the other night?"

Felisa Espinosa: Well... okay. There she went. ((L))

Sha-Sha: *Yes, the music really made a difference. Her body moved to the sensual beat, graceful and sensual herself. Entranced by the sounds, letting it come out through her body, her eyes remaining closed as she moves on the floor.*

antonio pavalatos: He glances toward the door, and moves up to Ziahl's side when she pats the bed. "You want somethin', Ma-am?" Voice softer than normal, hard to hear over the music.

Jez: He shakes his head to Damien. "It's nothing. Tony needs you. It's okay. The music's great, I'll just watch the people dance." Not looking at him.

Christian Gallagher: And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why DJ Halcyon is one of the more in-demand DJ's in the business. He's thrown himself fully into his work, his eyes getting a brilliant smile to them when he sees the crowd react more-then-favorably to his work. He lives for his music, and he lives for the crowd.

Sha-Sha: ((*L* Sorry. With the music that good...she couldn't resist.))

Ziahl : Draws her legs up under her, brow furrowed.

Ziahl : "What ever you're drinking is fine. I have a couple dollars." And she pulls them out of her pocket and offers them to Tony.

Jez: He clutches his ginger ale more tightly, moving towards the daybeds, not making eye contact with anyone.

Felisa Espinosa: Terrible thing that she can't dance. She's learning to mosh but that's not the same thing.
Felisa smirked, looked at the floor. Then her eyes trailed to the throbbing masses and she went back to the bar.

antonio pavalatos: He was thinking drink, but as before, even upset at times music or a really good dancer can catch his attention like nothing else. Eyes blinking rapidly for a few moments he looks to Christian.

antonio pavalatos: He takes the money, blinking out of his trace at the sound of Ziahl's voice. He nods and rises off the daybed, again wincing just a little before heading to the bar, again nervous, eyes shifting around him.

Damien Thiereaoux: jez.....*letting a finger touch under his jaw, he lifts his gaze up towards him, then moves him over to the wall nearby the doorway if he lets him, still in sight of and for tony, but standing so jez is partially hidden by his form there to the rest of the room*

Ziahl : She follows Tony's eyes to Christian, and smiles sweetly. "The music is good, yes? We can dance if you like."

Jez: He does try to move around Damien. He's *determined* not to cry. He's had a lifetime of practice. "I want to listen to the music. It's good. It shouldn't go to waste."

antonio pavalatos: He pauses, looking back to Ziahl, his face lighting up just slightly. "Yes'm... please."

Christian Gallagher: He looks down from the booth, smiling at Tony and nodding, as he starts blending in "Halcyon+On+On" by Orbital, his signature song, to the song playing.

Sha-Sha: *She makes her way closer to the DJ booth. Relaxing very quickly to the sounds of the beat. She really could move, lost in the music, hips swaying, arms moving.*

Ziahl : She slides off the bed. "We can dance first, to work up a thirst."

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking to jez as he tries to move around him, he doesnt physically stop him, but looks sadly at him, finger slipping from his chin reluctantly, murmuring softly and looking to jez a moment longer before turning to head towards the beds*

Felisa Espinosa: "One night I'll have to learn how to do that."
But not tonight. Being a fool was one thing, but being a dancing fool was something else entirely. Curse of the Geek, she guessed.

antonio pavalatos: He hands Ziahl back the money, and moves with her to the floor, more than ever anxious to lose himself in the music. He sees Christian's smile, remembering the man from the other night and tries to shake his nervousness, closing his eyes and reaches for the music.

antonio pavalatos: d10: Dance (WP): 7,2,9,6,6,9,9,

Sha-Sha: *And whatever attention she'd managed to gain with her moves was lost the moment Tony stepped out onto the floor.*

Ziahl : Tucks the crumpled bills back into her pocket, pleased to dance with Tony once again as she slides into the rhythm of the music.

Ziahl : d10: dance (wp): 8,7,1,6,6,5,2,

Christian Gallagher: Okay, now it's his turn to be transfixed, by Tony's movements. Jesus, the guy can dance. He doesn't stop his work, as amazed as he is by Tony...his music and Tony's movements are complementing each other incredibly, it seems.

Jez: He stops in his tracks, the bottle falling out of his hand carelessly to the floor. He stands there, unmoving, while the fantastic music goes on around him and the incredible dancing is on the floor.

antonio pavalatos: He opens his eyes, seeming to feel the very essence of the music touch his soul. His eyes and demeanor shift with an almost alarming rate as he conscious mind gets swallowed up in the dreamstate of music and dance.

Sha-Sha: *Her eyes open as she feels a change in the people around her. Her eyes follow those of everyone in the crowd and she stares at Tony. This was the man who acted more like an animal than human?!*

Ziahl : As much as she loves dancing, she would almost rather watch Tony. Even though she moves with an elegant grace, her partner this evening is simply spectacular.

Jez: He looks at the dance floor. Not at Damien. He watches Tony and slowly, he begins to realize what he's seeing.

Felisa Espinosa: She could spend a lot of what she gained tonight in order to participate properly, and she thought about it for a second or five. Nah.

Damien Thiereaoux: *hes taken a few steps towards the beds, but likely even in the club noise he hears the bottle fall to the floor, so he pauses , shades having been slipped back over his eyes, and turns to look back at jez*

Jez: He watches Tony, mesmerized. Perhaps that is why the bottle dropped to the floor.

antonio pavalatos: Whatever was bothering him earlier seems to have vanished, at least here on the dance floor. It's like watching a butterfly emerge from a caterpillar's cocoon, even the earlier soreness seems to have no effect on him as he dances - first in his own little world, then watching Ziahl he begins to compliment her, moving around her and touching her, drawing her into his dream world, moving with a natural seduction.

Damien Thiereaoux: *shaking his head , he turns back around and heads to the daybeds, flopping on it once he reaches one*

Christian Gallagher: He kicks in just a hint of another beat...barely audible, underneath the soaring, optimistic track of Orbital's classic song. The man on the floor...he's just unbelievable. A small smile quirks on his face, the feeling having spread over his entire body. This is what being alive is. Not the rest of the waking hours. Right here, right now, and it shows.

Sha-Sha: *She watches Tony for a while longer then moves back towards the bar a bit awestruck.*

Ziahl : Seductive it is, and Tony easily lures her into his dream world as she moves with a light grace to become part of his dance.

Jez: He moves onto the dance floor, knowing he can't dance but the music and the movements call to him. He moves near to Ziahl and Tony, the two he knows.

Jez: d10: wp: 5,4,

Jez: It's only by sheer force of will (*sigh*) that he keeps to his feet and thankfully by the crush of bodies and everyone watching Tony and Ziahl, he is easily overlooked.

Felisa Espinosa: "Not dancing?"
Felisa smiled a little, then turned to face the bar.

Sha-Sha: *She shakes her head a little.* I can't dance alone between those two...*She indicates both Christian and Tony.*

Damien Thiereaoux: *laying on his side, he picks at the coverings on the bed idly, rolling to his stomach, face mostly hidden by the mane of long black hair*

Jez: d10: wp: 4,4,

Jez: All he's managing to do is bob his head and shuffle his feet, probably too busy watching Tony to do anything else.

antonio pavalatos: He doesn't notice Jez staring at him, or Christian. He watches his dance partner as if there is nothing but her and the music, as if they are in an impenetrable globe of space all their own - nothing else exists. For today, he doesn't seem to lose even the faintest of steps and moves with her to the music as if it is a part of the way his body is moving that the rest of them can just happen to hear. He grasps her hands, arching them over the two of them, before bringing them down with the music, body swaying againt hers.

Felisa Espinosa: "At least you can dance. I suck at that sort of expression. My talents lie in other areas. I hope."
Sha-Sha looked a little better though. Happier.

Sha-Sha: *She chuckles* You've got good aim with a bottle at least. I don't think I could have done that.

Ziahl : She's into the motion and the movement, letting the world fade away as their bodies tell a story as old as time, itself, moving sensually against Tony when he draws them together, her cheek brushing along his.

Jez: He finally shuffles off the floor, his heart not in it. He moves over to the daybed where Damien is, idly wondering where his ginger ale went again.

Felisa Espinosa: "Well I didn't hit him on the head exactly."
She would've, if she could. Felisa checked her watch and hopped off the stool, early night for her. There were things to do and check on, actual work to be done. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sha-Sha? I've to go."

Sha-Sha: Oh, alright. I'll see you later then. Good night Fel. *She waved and asked for another glass of water from the bartender.*

Christian Gallagher: He looks over as Felisa looks to be going, and waves to her.

Felisa Espinosa: "Goodnight to you too, Sha-Sha."
And she was gone into the cold night air.

antonio pavalatos: (sorry had to grab the phone) His hands move then from her shoulders down her hips, and he twirls to hold her around the waist as they dance, his face nuzzling down against her shoulder, his fair falling around them both.

Damien Thiereaoux: *stretched out on the daybed for the most part still..he just listens to the music quietly, laying there, face hidden except for teh shade covered eyes by his hair*

Jez: He stands at the daybed, looking down at Damien. He turns and sits on him, somewhere in the region of Damien's hip, leaning back against the wall.

Christian Gallagher: Eventually, the song is done, and he blends it into a new song, Underworld's "Trim," before he slips away, someone replacing him for a few. When you're that good, you can do those kinds of things. He makes his way out of the booth, moving to the bar for a drink.

Ziahl : She kisses his ear lightly, her breath warm as they draw together under the curtain of his hair, her own plush mane of ebony joining his to complete the veil surrounding them.

Sha-Sha: *She takes her cup, watching Tony and Ziahl and Christian.*

Sha-Sha: *She smiles as Christian comes down* Damn, you're good!

Damien Thiereaoux: *he gets....sat 'on'?, which gets furrowed brows looking back at jez, somewhat trapped under him now*

Christian Gallagher: He smiles to Sha-Sha, chuckling a little bit, eyes warm and grateful for the compliment. "Thanks...I try."

Jez: He starts to smile, but it fades at the furrowed brows, and he moves off, curling up in a corner of the daybed instead.

antonio pavalatos: As the music changes he grinds his hips againt Ziahl, not yet prepared to finish this dream until he is out of breath, or the soreness in his body makes him stop.

antonio pavalatos: (LOL Now Damien is simply useful furnishings)

Damien Thiereaoux: *the brows furrow even more and he breathes deeply, laying his face back down so its completely hidden now*

Damien Thiereaoux: (thpthptht!*chuckles*.....FASHIONABLE good looking furnishings dangit!*G* hed have nothing less of it! LOL)

Ziahl : She moves with the change of tune, arching back as he grinds against her hips, trusting him to support her as the dance grows more aggressively sexual in tone.

antonio pavalatos: d10: extended: 2,6,6,9,10,5,8,

antonio pavalatos: d10: : 2,

Jez: He folds up his legs, resting his arms atop them and burying his face in his arms.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Per+Alert: 7,7,7,3,8,

Ziahl : (dare I roll after you've taken all the good numbers? *L*)

Sha-Sha: You don't just try, you succeed on an awesome level! *She grins.* You want something to drink? If you don't get it free already I'm buying.

Christian Gallagher: Near-sex on the dance-floor, and more upsetness at the daybeds. He looks between the two, not really comfortable sticking his nose into either, and sighs, shaking his head, before looking back to Sha-Sha.

Ziahl : d10: extended (wp): 6,6,3,6,7,9,9,

Ziahl : ((Hot damn!))

Christian Gallagher: "A beer, thanks," he says to Sha-Sha with a smile, hopping up onto a stool.

Sha-Sha: *She grins.* So what do you do besides play awesome music and dance?

antonio pavalatos: The soreness causes him to maybe not be as good as before, but he still hits his beat, just not as awe inspiring as before. He does seem to have more strength in that slender frame that it appears, at least enough to support Ziahl as he lifts her up for a spin, letting his hand slide up the front of her body as he holds her from behind.

antonio pavalatos: (they are definitely hot out there tonight! just what the boy needed though)

Jez: A hand reaches out blindly, and finally connects with Damien's shoulder, then moves up to stroke his hair, though Jez doesn't look up.

Christian Gallagher: ((Christ, I feel sorry for the next combat scene. Everyone's going to be DEAD.))

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL*))

Ziahl : She writhes like a serpent, slowly sinking to the floor, her back pressed against Tony's front, tilting her head back to let it rest against his shoulder. The seduction is complete. She is entirely in his world now, there is nothing but the two of them, and their dance.

Christian Gallagher: "That...would about be it," he says with a shrug. "I do a lot of wandering throughout the city...I help Charlie at the hospital from time to time. Eat. Drink. Every very so often, I sleep, when I really must. That's about it."

antonio pavalatos: (no joke, we are using all the good dice up now)

Alexander Donovan: ((Oh my.... Alright, who's fellating the dicebot?)) Alex pulls up and parks his new toy, hopping out and locking up before heading inside. He's a little less plain than usual, though in very similar clothes. Today though, the jeans are torn, and he must have flexed in that too tight shirt because it's got rips too. The denim jacket is a little better, only looking a bit frayed as if he had gotten it second (or third) hand.

Ziahl : (we will pay for it later, *c*)

Christian Gallagher: ((I started it tonight, I'm proud to say! No one spreads for the dice roller quite like me! *G*))

Ziahl : ((We'll be sure to blame you later for the battle botches. *L*))

antonio pavalatos: He brings her to the floor in a sweeping motion, only a slight unconscious wince crossing his face. He matches her moves, but his hands travel over her body, always, but just not quite, being obcene about it.

Damien Thiereaoux: *laying on his stomach on the daybed still, face hidden under hair and in arms, he shivers at the touch to his shoudler and stroke to his hair* (*grrrs at connection and bitchslaps it*)

Sha-Sha: Hmm, well I suppose if you're going to do something that well you have to practice a lot. *She chuckles*

antonio pavalatos: (ROFLMAO)

Jez: He just strokes Damien's hair, not looking up, face still buried in his one arm atop his kneecaps, huddled in one corner of the daybed.

Sha-Sha: ((*copies Damien-p*))

Jez: ((Sha-Sha, that post could be taken OOCly for what Christian-P just said too... *LOL*))

Christian Gallagher: "It's more about passion then practice," he says with a shrug. "You can practice all you want...but it won't do a lick of good if the love for it isn't there. For me...it's what I live for. What keeps me going."

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches Ziahl and Tony as soon as he gets a look, just pretty much standing off the dance floor.

Jez: He finally lets his arm drop away from Damien's hair, too frazzled and upset himself to really give any comfort. That arm rejoins his other one atop his knees.

Ziahl : She slides back up, twisting to face him, her hands playing across his chest, something pure in the sensual motions, an innocence lingering in them, and a joy for life and it's simplest pleasures.

antonio pavalatos: As the song dies down, he takes off one of the necklaces of beads from around his neck, hardly seeming to show from the thick collection of them, and drapes them over Ziahl's neck, his breath coming in happy gasps as he impulses kisses her cheek, face flushed from the dancing.

Sha-Sha: ((*L@Jez**giggles hysterically after seeing freemage dressed for the convention were to be working this weekend.*))

Alexander Donovan: Alex forcably walks away from the dancefloor and over to join Damien and Jez at the daybeds, they are more comfortable.

Sha-Sha: Well then I'm glad you are able to do it! Do you ever make your own music?

Jez: d10: p/a: 6,4,2,6,4,10,8,

Ziahl : She gives him a tight hug, and returns the kiss. "Thank you," she whispers in his ear.

Jez: He immediately senses someone approaching and he glances up, briefly. It's obvious he's been crying, something Jez is not known for doing. And then he buries his head again.

Christian Gallagher: "Yeah, some." He nods a little bit. "I'm not Paul Oakenfield or Moby or anything, but I've done a lot of my own mixes. I don't perform, though. Can't sing all that well."

Sha-Sha: *She grins* So get a singer...

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 4,9,7,8,9,3,

antonio pavalatos: He impulsively hugs her then, still feel heady from that incredible dance with her. "Thank you, Ma-am." He glances around the room, still breathless.

antonio pavalatos: (strike 'still', just breathless)

Alexander Donovan: Alex slides into the bed. Since Jez and Damien aren't touching at the moment, he kinda pushes his way between them.

antonio pavalatos: d10: Perc+Alertness: 2,8,9,9,8,2,5,

Damien Thiereaoux: *he hears alex come closer as well and takes in a deep breath, hands rubbing at his face under the shades as he moves to sit up, hair only half covering his featurs now, just a bit messed*

Jez: He turns his face so as not to be seen, while wiping frantically at the tears, trying to hide the evidence of his weakness.

antonio pavalatos: He notices Alex's walking toward the bed, and then spots Jez there with Damien. He tenses again, and reaches inside his pants pocket to bring out an inhaler.

Damien Thiereaoux: *when alex pushes onto the bed between them, dami having sat up just in time(he was laying out stretched on it*G*) he rubs his face a bit more, grunting with a stretch before sliding his hands to his sides to half laze back on them now*

Ziahl : Slides an arm around her dance partner and moves to head back towards the beds.

Christian Gallagher: "Mmmm..." He shrugs a little. "I'm not in it for the performance. I mean, I am, but...here in the clubs. Here's where I can be alive. Not radio, or anything like that. I don't want to deal with record executives or anything like that. Happy with what I have."

Alexander Donovan: What is it about this town? Do all the men cry here? Or is it me? "Has the day gone that poorly?" Each of them ges a little caress as he gets comfortable.

Ziahl : Pauses to look down at what Tony's doing. "Are you all right?"

Jez: He's mute, not relaxing yet, still huddled in his corner despite the caress.

Sha-Sha: *She laughs* Who said anything about recording...I was thinking live music. Being famous and a superstar isn't all fun and giggles.

Christian Gallagher: "No," he says with a shake of his head. "No, it's not. No fame and stardom for me. Live...maybe some day. We'll see how it goes."

Damien Thiereaoux: yeeeeeah peachy...*shades over his eyes, no real sign hes been crying, face just a bit red and fading quickly where he rubbed it, he gives alex a half grin* hows y'alls day been?

antonio pavalatos: He takes a couple of very fast puffs on the inhaler, holding them in and simply nodding for the moment at Ziahl.

Alexander Donovan: "Well, last night was great. Today really has yet to begin with me."

Sha-Sha: *She grins* I'd bet you'd be good.

Ziahl : Runs her fingers lightly through Tony's hair and waits until he's ready to approach the group.

Jez: He, on the other hand, has no long hair to hide his face and no shades to conceal his eyes. It is obvious he has been crying hard and likely a good thing he didn't wear the kohl eyeliner tonight. He stares blearily out at the club, seeing nothing. He has a lot of thinking to do.

antonio pavalatos: He nods then to Ziahl, more normal color in his face now. "I... I just nearly overdone it..." He doesn't mention that the shock of seeing Alex now sitting with Jez didn't help.

Damien Thiereaoux: *ahh yes, mention of last night gets a niiiice slow lazy grin, the beaded necklaces around his neck* yeah...last night was....

Ziahl : "You were beautiful," she says sincerely, moving towards the beds with him.

antonio pavalatos: The slight wheezing sound as he spoke is easing up as the meds work its magic, and he throws a quick glance first to the daybed, then to the bar. "I... I'll get us drinks." He turns and suddenly moves off in that direction.

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches in the direction of the dancefloor for the others to arrive, casually letting one hand fall on each of the guys on the bed with him.

Ziahl : "Oh... okay." And she moves on towards the beds, giving the group there a bright smile. "Hello Alexander."

Christian Gallagher: "I might be." He shrugs a little bit, accepting the compliment casually. "Maybe someday, I'll find out."

Alexander Donovan: Alex reaches out one hand to set it on Ziahl's arm. "Hello Ziahl, at least you're having fun."

Jez: He makes no movement, no sound. Just a slow blink of his eyelids every once in awhile.

Sha-Sha: *She grins.* Feel like dancing? It seems the music's stayed better than when that other guy does it...

Ziahl : Rather beautifully flushed from all the dancing, she climbs into the bedfull of men, and gives Alex a one armed hug. "Yes, I am."

antonio pavalatos: He steps up to the bar, eyes downcast as he takes a slow shaky breath as if to try to steady himself before he orders a 2 Tequilla Sunrises, a 7-up with cherries, a glass of warmed wine.

Christian Gallagher: He glances over at Antontion approaches, smiling to him, and then he looks back to Sha-Sha. "I can give it a try, sure."

Damien Thiereaoux: *he thpthtphts at alex, giving a crooked grin, slipping the shades from his eyes finally to join his coat, reaching for his cell and hitting a few buttons before setting it on his lap*

Jez: ((That is one of the more...interesting variations of Tony's name. *L*))

Ziahl : ((Sounds like the name of a planet.))

Christian Gallagher: ((Baah. Shaddup. *L* My fingers betray me!))

Sha-Sha: *She smiles at Tony.* Nice dancing out there...*She waits to see if Christian is going to head out to the dance floor or try talking to Tony.*

Ziahl : Gives Damien's hair a tug.

Jez: He picks out his phone, glances at it and sighs. Taps something out on it and puts it away.

antonio pavalatos: (Well, only fair since he gave Alex a new name the other night! lol) He gives a small smile back to Christian. "Real good.. music, Sir."

Alexander Donovan: "You know, you two could ask me to give you a moment."

Damien Thiereaoux: gah, woman don' make me sling y'all ovah m'sholdah like a sack o' taters 'gain an spank y'sweet bottom...*chuckling at the hair tug*

Christian Gallagher: "With a dancer like you, it's easy to be inspired," he says to ANTONIO with a smile, and then nods to him before moving off towards the dance floor with Sha-Sha.

antonio pavalatos: Ducks his head slightly at Sha-Sha's compliment. Again, it' hard to equate the sensual freespirited dancer with the shy young man he seems off stage. "Thank ya, Mistress."

Ziahl : "Why not?" she giggles.

antonio pavalatos: (ROFL)

Damien Thiereaoux: mm mmm....s'fine alex.....everythin in its time an all..*smiling to him, shaking his head to the moment thing after having looked to his phone and putting it away*

antonio pavalatos: He waits then for his order, eyes slipping to both sides.

Sha-Sha: Please, Call me Sha-Sha. *She smiles and follows Christian out onto the dance floor.*

Jez: He doesn't reply to Alex, at least not beyond just lowering his eyes.

Damien Thiereaoux: ooooh y'all want t'be spanked?*wicked grin to ziahl, waggling brows*

Ziahl : Grins and gives Damien's hair another tug.

Jez: He looks over at Damien, suddenly on the verge of telling him to just forget it, but the surge of anger is gone as soon as it arises, and he looks away helplessly, unable to summon the energy to even move.

antonio pavalatos: He turns his head enough to give Sha-Sha a slight nod, then licks his lips and looks back to the bartender, watching him prepare the drinks.

Christian Gallagher: He slips out onto the dance floor with the goth woman and starts to move with her, trying to fall into the rhythm as easily as he manipulates it behing the turntable.

Christian Gallagher: d10: Dancing: 7,9,1,9,1,4,9,

Alexander Donovan: Oh, this is going to be interesting. Alex trails a hand down Jez's spine while Damien and Ziahl are busy with eachother.

Sha-Sha: d10: Dancin Fool: 5,8,7,7,10,10,9,

Damien Thiereaoux: *leaning up, he nabs ziahl and slings him over his shoudler like he said, looking to alex* free spanks man.....*giving ziahls rear a few swats before settling her down, moving to stand and wincing as he stretches* ifn y'all scuse me for a moment.....*sliding a hand through alex's hair gently and briefly, the same hand squeezes jez's shoulder, and he heads off to the bathrooms* (*sighs* need to drop off husband, will be back after tho*hugs*)

Jez: He doesn't seem to respond to Alex, which is unusual, but maybe it's just that he's emotionally wrung out. There is the slightest lean in Alex's direction, barely detectable.

Jez: He doesn't look at Damien.

Ziahl : Gives a squeal as she's tossed and drums on Damien's ass, returning the favor before he sets her down, then stretches out on the bed beside Alex. ((Good night!))

Ziahl : ((Whoa, go Sha-Sha!))

antonio pavalatos: (And the incredible night of dancing just continues! Must be something in the air tonight)

Christian Gallagher: Well, he certainly doesn't dance as well as he spins. He's not bad, but he's hardly great, his movements paling, truly PALING in comparison to Sha-Sha's movements, or Tony's before them. He seems to know it, and is seemingly comfortable with it.

Jez: ((The dicebot is watching Saturday Night Fever and feeling the groove?*G*))

antonio pavalatos: (K, see ya later!)

Alexander Donovan: ((And Sha Sha dances circles around Christian.))

Christian Gallagher: ((He's a DJ, not a dancer. *G* I'm just waiting to see if she pulls more successes from any potential Specialty!))

Alexander Donovan: "Hurry back." Alex winks at Damien. ((and player echoes the sentiment))

Damien Thiereaoux: (okies, killing nick now*G* see y'all in a few)

Sha-Sha: *Well apparently Tony inspired her too. That or she was determined to show him up. Or maybe it was the partner she had now. Whatever it was. The moment she hit the dance floor it was like she'd blossomed. Her grace was simply unparallelled. She complimented Christian's moves so perfectly, like she was born to perform.*

antonio pavalatos: He gets their order then, shakes his head to the offer of a waitress, and lifts the tray himself, moving over to the daybed with it, keeping his eyes on the floor as much as he can without running into anything.

Sha-Sha -> Christian Gallagher: Dunno would Lightning Reflexes apply here?

Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha: ((Could. Reacting to the music, the changes within...))

Jez: ((*L* Hurry back))

Sha-Sha: d10: SpecialT: 4,6,

Jez: Jez sort of glances at Tony, then down to the floor again. He wipes at his reddened eyes,saying nothing.

Ziahl : Frowns at Jez's back, then stretches out along side Alex.

antonio pavalatos: He hands Alex his drink first, of course, then Ziahl hers, then places Damien's on the table to be there when he returned. He places the tray on the table, then slips to the floor at Alexander's feet with his own drink.

Sha-Sha: *She seems to react to even the slightest change in the beat, the subtlest change in the song as if the music were written for her dance rather than dancing to the music.*

Ziahl : "Thank you, Tony."

Christian Gallagher: He smiles, watching her dance with an amazed look...perhaps that's what's distracting him and taking away from his dancing, the fact that she's so on. He's just...absolutely breath-taken by her movements, her grace.

Alexander Donovan: While Damien is gone, and before Tony arrives, Alex tells Jez. "If you want to talk again, call me." He doesn't whisper it, but doesn't say it loudly enough to carry far over the music.

Jez: Alex had gotten a slight nod in response.

Alexander Donovan: Alex grabs hold of Tony when he tries to slip to the floor, giving him a good, full kiss... then lets him go to the floor. Then he says to Tony & Ziahl: "That was one hell of a performance out there."

Ziahl : Smiles sweetly. "Tony is a joy to dance with."

Alexander Donovan: Alex drops one arm over Ziahl, the other on Jez's shoulder, and one leg over Tony. Oh, life is good. "And it seems as though someone out there is trying to show you up."

Jez: A slight lean again, but otherwise he shows no reaction to the arm. It's as if he's refusing to take comfort for some reason.

Ziahl : Pats Alex's chest then peers towards the dance floor. "Oooh, she's wonderful."

antonio pavalatos: (amend) His shoulders relax a little when Alex kisses him, and he nuzzles his shoulder before slipping down resting his head on the larger man's knee.

Sha-Sha: *She puts her hands on Christian's hips, grinning. She draws him in, guiding him with her. This is the sort of thing she lives for! The excitement. The thrill.*

Christian Gallagher: He smiles, having no problem with moving in close to Sha-Sha. Hey, he'll probably screw up her movements, but if she's willing to take the risk, so is he. He draws up close to her, moving in time with her.

Alexander Donovan: "Tony is definately enjoyable. And you brought out the best in him."

Ziahl : "Or we brought out the best in each other." Smiling at Tony, then tossing back her drink.

Jez: He doesn't react to anything being said, apparently just listening silently.

Sha-Sha: *She spins with him, laughing. Then slides down into a squat briefly, swaying with the music as she slowly comes back up.*

antonio pavalatos: He takes a sip of his wine, quiet as a church mouse.

Christian Gallagher: He's a little more subdued then her, just a touch more reserved. He smiles softly when they spin, his blue yes tracking her as she drops down, then rises back up.

Alexander Donovan: Jez: "So, how's James?"

Sha-Sha: *She grins at him, as good as she's doing, as sensual as she can be, she doesn't seem to be pouring on the seduction like Tony did. She's just out there having fun.*

Ziahl : Settles her head on Alex's shoulder, using him for a pillow and draws a finger through one of the rips in his shirt. "What happened to your clothes?"

Alexander Donovan: Ziahl: "I made them fashionable. Well, at least at some of the clubs I try to hit."

Jez: Alex: "James?" he asks a little hoarsely and has to clear his throat. He flinches. "Oh, Jamie. He got rid of me."

antonio pavalatos: And he finally looks up and around at the comings and goings around the club, as he normally does, watching others through that veil of hair and he notices Christian and Sha-Sha, watching them then intently.

Ziahl : "You made them air conditioned."

Christian Gallagher: And just having fun is exactly what Christian is comfortable with. He continues doing what he can to keep up with Sha-Sha, his love for the music and the beat more efective then his actual moves.

antonio pavalatos: A very quick look at Jez, for a moment not at all a pleasant look in his eyes before he hastily drops them.

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

Alexander Donovan: Jez: "You haven't been having a lot of luck in the love-life department lately." Ziahl: "That too."

Ziahl : Pokes her fingers into another rip, testing Alex for ticklishness.

Jez: The look from Tony is the final nail and it shatters him in his unusually fragile state. He buries his face in his hands and sobs, ashamed of the hot tears but unable to stop.

Ziahl : Sighs when Jez starts sobbing.

antonio pavalatos: He tenses then, his head dropping lower, even the wonderful dancers forgotten.

Jez: He can't go into the restroom because Damien is there, but the weakness is unbearable, and he stands up hastily to go into the dungeon, just to hide away and get himself under control.

Damien Thiereaoux: (yeeeesh, 'dare' I bring dami back out?*G**Hugs*)

Jez: ((*sigh* And he *never* cries. This has been a really, really bad night. No, bad month ending in a particularly rotten night. Sorry, guys, for the melodrama.))

Ziahl : Her eyes on Jez as he rises.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he comes walking back out from the bathrooms finally, running gloved fingers through his hair idly, emerald green eyes flicking about*

antonio pavalatos: He murmurs quickly, not raising his head. "Mtolo, I need to go..."

Jez: "Excuse me," he mumbles, heading for the Dungeon.

Christian Gallagher: ((No apology necessary, Rav! Need I remind you that I play one of the biggest balls of angst on this site? *Kicks Aerin in the gut just for grins*))

Alexander Donovan: "Go ahead Tony." Alex lets his leg move so that it's no longer trapping Tony.

Alexander Donovan: ((That's OK. Alex is getting used to it.))

Jez: ((Yeah *L* but darn Jez for making stupid choices!))

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 8,1,2,9,1,6,

Sha-Sha: *Eventually she starts guiding him back off the dance floor, towards the bar. Still dancing until they reach it.*

antonio pavalatos: He rises and literally runs to the bathroom, bumping into a couple of people on the way.

Damien Thiereaoux: (gah!!!*beats down on the die roller, then eyes those dancers that used all the good rolls up earlier*) *nope....he must just miss jez heading towards the dungeon, moving back towards the daybeds as he makes his way through the people*

Jez: He slips down the stairs into the dungeon, not caring what room he goes to as long as it's empty.

Sha-Sha: ((*LOL* Don't blame me. Sha's been getting HORRIBLE rolls on her dancing until tonight.))

Ziahl: Turns her head to watch Tony flee.

Alexander Donovan: "Ziahl, when Tony comes back, tell him where I went." Alex gets up and walks up to Jez, casually throwing an arm over his shoulder. Jez: "You wouldn't want to be seen going down there alone, would you?"

Ziahl: (Ooopsie. *Points at Christian.* He started it.)

Jez: ((DLP))

Christian Gallagher: ((And, much as I'd like to keep this scene going, I'm starting to pass out.)) Off the dance floor, he smiles to Sha-Sha. "That...was incredible. You're one of the better dancers I...wow." He smiles, looking almost regretful. "Look...I should go home. I've actually gotta be up tomorrow...but here." He slips out a business card, handing it to her. "Now, you can call me, and we can hang out."

antonio pavalatos: And he also missed Tony going to the bathroom.

antonio pavalatos: (Night. Thanks for the scene and DJing the best dancing Tony has done here!)

Jez: "Alex, no..." He fights to get himself under control, trying to push the much larger man away. "No more men, no more, I give UP! I'm losing everyone and you'll just end up hating me, too."

Jez: ((Night Rav!))

Damien Thiereaoux: *and when he gets back to the bed finally,having missed tony too in the crowd most likely, only ziahl is there, brows furrow deeply , eyes flicking to one corner of the bed with a soft grunt before he just flops onto the bed* well damn

Christian Gallagher -> Sha-Sha: ((It's black, with a gold, futuristic lettering:

DJ Halcyon
DJ Extraordinary
Clubs, Special Occasions, Or What Have you.

There's a cell number, home number, fax, and email address.))

Ziahl: And there goes Alex. She scoots up on the bed.

Jez: ~Not yet in the Dungeon, near the stairs.~

antonio pavalatos: And safely in a bathroom stall, he is able to hide whatever he is doing.

Ziahl: ((Nighty night.)) Arches a brow at Damien's unenthusiastic greeting.

Alexander Donovan: ((Goodnight Rav. Kiss your lady goodnight for me. ;) )) "Jez, I reserve my hatred for the truely deserving. At that point, they tend to not care."

Sha-Sha: *She takes the card, with a bright smile.* Thanks...I will. *She leans over to kiss his cheek.* Thanks for the music and dancing with me. ((Thanks for the scene!)) I think heading out sounds like a really good idea. *She grins and starts for the door with him*

Sha-Sha -> Christian Gallagher: Kewl *G*

Christian Gallagher: "Well...all right, then." He smiles and heads to the door with Sha-Sha, heading out with her. ((*Hugs all* Thanks for the scenage! Was awesome!))

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing softly, he looks over to ziahl after glancing about* y'headin off too or stickin around?

Sha-Sha: Wow, nice card. I should get some of these made up but I'm not sure what I'd put on it. *She laughs*