Damien Thiereaoux: grab a drink then yeah? my treat...*patting mel on the shoulder once hes inside*

Ntwadumela: "What are you having?"

Felisa Espinosa: A stark contrast to her, whose nothing but baggy wrinkles; even the biker leather is a bit big on her, not that she's a small girl. "You like it then? The Meat Scene? It's lovely eye candy no matter what, and with the way you hold yourself I'm sure you'll have a drink or two thrown your way, along with a wink and a whisper. I just come for the atmosphere, m'self."

Damien Thiereaoux: *heading towards the bar with him* hell...change of pace f'once...beer souns alrigh

Kurt Samson: "I ain't denyin' this. This place is more my scene..yeah..beats bein' known as 'that firefightin' fag from Station 72.'"

Ntwadumela: "Then I guess it's beers all around. Even if all is just the two of us."

Felisa Espinosa: "The firefighting fag from Station 72. That, as the hooker would say if she blew a horse, is a fuck of a mouthful. I would think that since you're in the buisness of saving lives, you'd get respect for that. This world makes me wonder sometimes..."

Kurt Samson: "Well, s'mostly th'guys at th'station..or from other stations who call me that. Ain't very friendly."

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 5,10,9,8,10,8,

Damien Thiereaoux: (yeeeeaaaah!*chuckleS* now I know dami is a slut but if that aint him blowin the dice roller I dunno *G*) *he sees a hell of a lot....every detail as he looks along the bar, definately noticing the puerto rican chica and...ooooh yeah....jeff an jez's 'little' friend from last night, grinning, he gives him a wave*

Felisa Espinosa: "I don't understand it. So what if you're into asses, who isn't these days? God, and to think that you trust these people with your life."
She turned to face the bar, slapping down money for a pack of ciggies.

Damien Thiereaoux: yeah well....ifn Z werent such a sweetheart shed be heyah with us prolly...been heyah nuff times with her

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 7,9,9,4,9,

Ntwadumela: Mel looks in the direction Damien waves. "Freind of yours?"

Kurt Samson: d10: per+alert: 5,8,10,9,

Kurt Samson: And he definitely notices Damien and company. He gives an answering wave and a slow grin in return.

Damien Thiereaoux: met 'im last night....sort of....close friend of mine met 'im even more 'up close an personal like' ifn y'know what I mean..*chuckling softly as he murmurs back to mel*

Felisa Espinosa: That fellow, the once with the accent. She'd seen him a couple of times, so she smiles, waves back in a friendly manner. Hi, it's you. You're familiar and comforting in this place. One of the regulars.
The firefighter doesn't say anything, so she doesn't. It's not an awkward silence though.

Ntwadumela: Mel looks around. "Think I do. Know what you mean anyway."

Kurt Samson: "I'm used t'that. Besides, they know I've got their back and they ain't gonna risk an investigation into the death of an openly gay guy on their team if something happens."

Andrea Angotti: Andy stalks into Limelight like she owns the place. Her steps are cocky and her long, well muscled legs carry her to the bar in short order. Her heart-shaped face is pretty in that girl-next-door kind of way and devoid of make up but for crimson lipstick and a slim line of black around her wide blue eyes. Rich chestnut curls spill to the small of her back and tumble across broad shoulders. She's dressed to kill in body hugging black vinyl pants that disappear into knee high, platform toed boots and a matching vest that gives her breasts a push upwards that would make Pamela Anderson drool. Just peeking from beneath her hair, across the pale skin of her throat, is a tattoo that reads in delicately scrolling letters "Nadia".

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to mels answer, he looks to kurt and gives a warm trying not to be too wicked grin* evenin....kurt was it?*and looking to felisa* an I know Ive seen y'alls sweet face roun' summere....*winking to her, then looking back to kurt*

Ntwadumela: Mel offers his heand to each of them. "Name's Mel."

Kurt Samson: "Yeah, m'name's Kurt." He nods with a warm smile. "I don't know yer name, m'afraid."

Felisa Espinosa: "You think it would come to that? Things are that tense at your station?"
The questions were interrupted by the accent, which to a gal from Crooklyn was very exotic indeed. She was all smiles and white teeth. "Yeah, I've been here off and on. Came with Euge, the blonde. Er, you know her as Nia probably."

Kurt Samson: He takes the offered hand for a shake. "Nice t'meetcha."

Andrea Angotti: She heads towards the bar with barely a look around, red nailed fingers pushing through her curls.

Damien Thiereaoux: Damien...*hand first to kurt, a decent shake(amazingly oddly warm hand even through the leather glove) and grip, then to felisa*

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 8,7,3,1,7,

Kurt Samson: Kurt's got a strong, firm handshake. Man's got big hands, after all. "S'good t'meetcha..both of ya." He's all friendly.

Felisa Espinosa: She's got a good grip, nice and soild. "Most people call me Fel, It's nice to finally met you, usually you're all melting in a pile of flesh over at the day bed."

Andrea Angotti: Bellying up to the bar, Andy leans one hip against the nearest stool. Fingers pluck money from the top of her boot and she slaps it down on the bar. "Cuervo. No lemon. No salt. Just the shot."

Ntwadumela: "Oh, that sounds like fun."

Damien Thiereaoux: *giving a crooked grin to kurt for a moment, he looks to felisa and nods* yeeeeah....thatd be me.....cant help it....as Ive been told Im bit of a 'tention whore I spose...*soooooo NOT looking heartbroken or bothered by it, more owing up to it, especially as he chuckles*

Damien Thiereaoux -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: (*hugs* you get good sleep hun?)

Felisa Espinosa: "It looks fun. Lots of happy smiles over there whenever I come around."
She noticed the amazon of course, knew that one from the metal bar. She offered a wave to the woman.

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking to mel* oh....yeah....it is....*smirking* y'all want to?*looking between the three of them, fel kurt and mel*

Andrea Angotti: Andy grinned and jerked her chin to Felisa before slamming the shot and tapping the glass to the bar for a second. "Yo, Fel'. Sup?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: God, once again, the man has found himself having to use the bathroom. He steps in the front door, smoothing the arm of his suit, and takes a look around. Yeah, this place again. He liked who he saw last time, but the scene...meh. he just wasn't sure.

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

Ntwadumela: Mel offers his hand to Andrea when she joins them. "Hi. Name's Mel."

Andrea Angotti: d10: per alert: 2,5,4,

Andrea Angotti: She slams the second shot and licks the left over tequilla from her lips with a flick of her tongue as she glances to Mel. "Andy," she says, shaking his hand strongly.

Kurt Samson: "I'm on-call early tomorrow. So, I don't know how long I'll be staying."

Felisa Espinosa: "I won't stay too long, just making the rounds. But hey, the fucker looks comfortable as hell," she said. Andrea got a smirk and a chuckle. "Same shit, just trying to make it through another night. Where's that guy that's usually pawing you?"

Andrea Angotti: "Probably jerking off or plotting ways to use me to make himself more cash." She shrugs and gestures to her shot glass, smirking as the 'tender refills it.

Damien Thiereaoux: thas fine*shrugging and nodding to them having to leave soon, looking to fel* which one chere?*giving a crooked grin* one with the wild shorter hair or one with the looooong as hell hair whats usually wearin a collah?

Damien Thiereaoux: (whoops*G* heh, dlp then)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((*Sheepish* I did. Sorry about that.))

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: d10: Per+Alert: 7,6,2,3,

Damien Thiereaoux -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: (more than alright*G* an dont be sheepish, Ive done it ta you enough times too*chuckles**Hugs*)

Felisa Espinosa: "You're kidding right? Tell me you're kidding when you're saying that." she asked the amazon, pocketing her ciggies before turning to Damien.
"Er, huh? Oh, I was talking to the amazon. Although you're right, you do have those two all over you. I take it the subs are happy and well cared for," she said, moving to the bed.

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking between kurt and mel* y'all shuah y'don want t'come an jes lay a spell theyah? even havin t'go soon nuff an all...*taking a draw from his beer finally*

Kurt Samson: "Naw, thanks..I really should be headin' home eventually."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He scans the club...nope, nobody he kno--hold the phone. He blinks as he notes Andrea and just...damn. He shakes his head, chuckling, and heads in the direction of the bar.

Andrea Angotti: "I wish to Jesus I was," she says, chuckling as she downs the third shot.

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to fel* they are...s'far as I know.....ain' neithah mine tho,not that I wouldnt mind havin tony be mine an all...wouldnt 'magine tryin t'tame jez nuff f'that*chkling softly*

Damien Thiereaoux: (staying at the bar)

Felisa Espinosa: "So the sex is that good? He sounds like a chisler to me, gold bricking his way into your walllet."
Holy shit. This thing, you could sink into the cushions. They took a piece of furniture and made it into a drug.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Ack! Whoops. Well, they can hear her))

Kurt Samson: In fact, he's getting called at the moment. "Hello?"

Andrea Angotti: She chuckles, soft and full throated. "The sex is passable."

Ntwadumela: Andrea: "Sounds like my love life isn't so bad...."

Andrea Angotti: "You have no idea," she says slowly before gesturing to her empty shot glass, still oblivious to Frankie's approach.

Kurt Samson: "Yeah, all right..thanks." He hangs up. "I've gotta get goin'. Boss wants me early in th'mornin'."

Felisa Espinosa: "Whoa, wait a minute."
Off the couch, headed back towards the bar. She'd have to buy one of those beds. "So he's hanging all over you, one hand on your tit and the other in your bank account, and the sex is passable?"
Not that Dami was forgotten. She turned to her next. "Well, go get Toni. Unless it's complicated."

Andrea Angotti: "He wants to use me to MAKE money," she clarifies before downing shot number four.

Damien Thiereaoux: its complicated*chuckling with a smile to fel, raising a brow and looking to mel*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Hey, you." He doesn't say it until he's reight behind Andy, having moved quietly up behind her. "I keep comin' in here ta use the bathroom, and I never make it there."

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking to kurt, he nods* pleashuh

Ntwadumela: Damien: "Lets say, I attract crazies of various degrees any more. Probably Karma for earlier indescresions." Frankie: "That really didn't sound right."

Andrea Angotti: Andy jumps and brings her elbow back sharply into Frankie's gut as her heart thuds into her throat. "Fuckin' a!"

Andrea Angotti: d10: dex brawl: 2,8,5,5,1,3,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: The comment about someome using her to make money draws a bit of a frown...but it's gone quickly, vanished under the eblow he takes to the gut, and the 'Ooof!' as air is rushed out of his lungs.

Andrea Angotti: Or not. He's just a bit to close for her to get any power...

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh. So now he sounds more like a pimp."
She waved goodbye to the firefighter, and turned to Dami again. "Is it? You guys are pretty open over there, unless I'm reading it wrong. Still, you can't judge a fridge by the door."

Kurt Samson: "See ya." And he's off, waving and smiling. "Nice meetin' alla ya." [I've..gotta go.]

Andrea Angotti: Andy winces and bites her bottom lip as she turns towards Frankie. "Sorry baby."

Damien Thiereaoux: mel: hell I always attract crazies*chuckling softly and shrugging* Ive prolly got a karma bill miles long by now

Ntwadumela: Mel waves goodbye to Kurt, leaning against the bar and drinking on his beer.

Damien Thiereaoux: complicated as in he b'longs more or less t'notha friend of mine....les' jes say Alex likes me nuff I get priveldges*winking to her*

Ntwadumela: Mel raises an eyebrow and looks at Damien some more before taking a big drink on his beer.

Felisa Espinosa: "You sound like middle management, getting all kinda perks and shit. Work it man, work the hell out of it."
If only her situation had more understanding people in it, things would be a lot easier, she thought.

Damien Thiereaoux: I always work it fel darlin...*chuckling, taking another pull on his beer, he sees the raised eyebrow and gives mel a questioning look, tilting his head*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He waves off the apology, catching his breath. "S'all right...I'm cool..." He puts a hand on the bar and takes a moment to regain his air. No damage, just air knocked out of his lungs. "How are you?"

Andrea Angotti: "Jumpy," she says with a slight shrug, smoothing fingers across Frankie's cheek as she tips her head to oneside.

Ntwadumela: "Just thinking you keep using some very familiar names and wondering why I haven't hard more about you."

Ntwadumela: Andrea: "Remind me to make plenty of noise if I'm walking behind you. Of course, it looked as though that was your intention with him..." Mel offers his hand to Frankie then. "Name's Mel."

Felisa Espinosa: She checked her watch (Funny thing, for a teenage girl that looked like a thug or a banger, she'd got a stylish watch), winced, and started waving.
"Time for me to head on out. You guys take care okay? Nice to met and be met."

Andrea Angotti: "Hey, Fel...Pet the skinhead for me," she says, tearing her eyes away from Frankie to flash the girl a grin.

Damien Thiereaoux: depends...how're th'names familiah?

Felisa Espinosa: "I'll wax his head, he needs it buffed. Oh hey! He's playing a show this weekend or the next. Look out for it. As dumb as the boy is, he can rock when he wants to."

Andrea Angotti: "A'ight." She nods. "Later, sugar."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Take care you guys, don't get killed or nuthin'))

Ntwadumela: Fel: "Hope to see you around."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Apparently..." He takes a deep breath, evening out and smiling at Andy's touch. Trying to get some dignity back, he straightens up and readjusts the suit before looking to Mel and taking his hand in a good, strong grip. "Frencesco Giardini."

Ntwadumela: Damien: "Well, the one that introduced us... she's stayed at my place a few times. Jez I met. Alex and Tony only through mutual freinds."

Andrea Angotti: "Don't let him fool ya," she says, winking at Mel. "His name's Frankie." Andy grins and settles against the bar, fingers idly toying with the lapel of Frankie's coat.

Ntwadumela: Unless the grip is trying to break his hand, Mel matches it, but no more.

Damien Thiereaoux: *chuckling* well maybe I get 'round a bit m'self like I said bout petit back in th'park....*shrugging,finally looking over to andy and frankie* evenin...*nodding to them*

Andrea Angotti: "Ciao," she says, flashing Damien a wicked little smirk.

Ntwadumela: Frank: "A pleasure."

Andrea Angotti: ((I think we lost Frankie-P.*chuckle*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (open?)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (open?)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Sorry, phone call hit.)) No, no painful grip. Just strong, confident. "My friends call me Frankie. Nice to meet ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Eep!)

Andrea Angotti: Andy grins and leans up to kiss Frankie's throat softly, fingers moving to smooth his tigh, very red against the black silk.

Ntwadumela: ((Ahh! Two of 'em! Mel's DOOOMED!... but what a nice way to go....)) "Well, my full name is Ntwadumela... but it gets repetative just telling everyone to call me 'Mel' anyway, so I usually don't just skip to that part."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*giggles* is that a yes?)

Andrea Angotti: ((yuppers!))

Damien Thiereaoux: *finishing the beer, he sets the bottle down and orders another, looking to mel to see if he wants more*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Fair enough," he says to Mel...but it's really distracted as Andy steps in to kiss his throat. With a woman like Andrea giving him such attention, a new acquaintance is the last thing on his mind.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Open!))

Damien Thiereaoux: sounds like y'names bout as much a mouthful as m'full name is...*chuckling softly*

KF: (~casts Inspire Mayhem~)

Andrea Angotti: Laughing, she works her way to his ear, nibbling a moment before murmuring.

Ntwadumela: Mel looks at Damien with a bit of a smirk. "And somebody was talking earlier about how open your relationships seemed to be."

Andrea Angotti -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I'm so stealing you and taking you home later..."

Ntwadumela: ((Do I need to get a lasso?))

Damien Thiereaoux: mmm*nodding and chuckling* that they are

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigtte meanders into the place with a meek smile. Her long natural blonde hair is down, falling softly to the small of her back. She's wearing a simple dark green dress, hem hitting just above her knee of an elegant cut. She pulls her white cardigan tightly across her chest upon entering, bright emerald eyes cast around the place with a hungry intent. (appearance 4, innocent, youthful appearance)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He tilts his head to look at Andrea...smiling a little bit, after his lips purse ever so slightly for an instant. He leans in to whisper back.

Ntwadumela: d10: : 5,2,7,6,3,1,

Ntwadumela: ((Grr....)) Mel can't see past the smoke and people.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Andrea Angotti: "Think I'd like that, hon...it's been a long-ass day."

Andrea Angotti: She smiles cockily at that and playfully loosens Frankie's tie.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl makes a slow pace to the bar, seeming to be in no hurry to get any place in particular. She slips fluidly up to sit on a stool, crossing one long fair leg over the other. "Skyy, love. Thank you." She digs in her pocket for some cash and looks out to the floor. Nice place.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+alert: 2,1,7,3,

Ntwadumela: "Unless I'm mistaken, this place has some designated make-out areas."

Damien Thiereaoux: that they do*nodding with a smirk and nod* les'n y'all are that opposed t'seein it....could always head t'get a seat an talk more bout our 'mutual aquaintances'...or jes talk....*looking to mel*

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 5,4,4,2,3,3,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: A slight chuckle, and he looks to the bartender, ordering a scotch, no rocks. Tall glass. He leans in close to Andy, looking around as he waits for the drink.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She slips the cash across the bar with a soft smile to the tender. She wraps a delicate hand around her glass, swiveling her stool around to lean back against the bar.

Andrea Angotti: "So. What do you think," she asks, stepping away from Frankie, her arms outstretched to show off the vinyl.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He takes a deep breath, looking it over with a wide grin. "I think...I think 'damn' is the appropriate response, Andrea." He chuckles a little. "I'd say more, but I don't think I got the capacity to."

Andrea Angotti: "Aw. I left you speachless? Go me." She chuckles and slides back into Frankie's side, eyes flicking to Dami and Mel.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives a tiny smile, eyes floating around the place. Her gaze now paying more attention to the atmosphere.. the music. The setup in general. She seems wildly amused by the theme. She steps up from her stool and makes her way over to dance, vodka cupped in hand.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 6,4,5,5,1,2,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He grins and nods, an arm slipping around Andy's waist. "Go you, indeed."

Andrea Angotti: "So why was your day so hard," she asks, tongue flicking a little self consciously over her teeth. Tequilla did not taste, nor smell, particularly good.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl sips her Skyy and dances up on some poor unsuspecting Goth girl. Hips swinging passionately.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: boogie: 8,10,2,9,5,1,

Damien Thiereaoux: (*pouts* Mel's IM went pfft)

Ntwadumela: ((Kicks PC))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (Eep! So that's how you battle two brigittes... with three mels!)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He just shakes his head a little bit. Whether it was work or something else, he's not talking about it here. "Just...a really long day. Really, really long. An' eventful."

Ntwadumela: ((Hey, it's the only way he can keep up!))

Andrea Angotti: "Poor baby." She strokes her knuckles across Frankie's jaw. "I'll help you forget all about it."

Ntwadumela: Damien: "I wouldn't mind lounging about for a bit."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Still swinging her hips, Brigitte curls away from the girl she'd been dancing upon and spies the crowd for another victim.. er.. partner.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: per+alert: 3,2,3,7,

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He smiles a little bit, leaning into the knuckles and stroking his hand over the small of her back. "That'd be nice, Andy. Be real nice."

Andrea Angotti: She smiles and kisses his chin with a sigh. "Hey...Um..I really, really hate to ask this but, is there any way you can find an excuse to intro me to Luciano?"

Damien Thiereaoux: cmon then...*taking his beer, he gives a playful slight tug on mels shirt in the right direction towards the day beds , moving that way with his usual feline cocky strut*

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: A tilt of a brow. He looks at her curiously for a long moment before nodding. "Yeah...yeah, I think I can do that. Why do ya ask?"

Andrea Angotti: "He's the Don, ain't he," she asks with a slight smirk. "Craven said something about Demi that's got me a little nervous."

Ntwadumela: Mel follows Damien with a bit of a laugh.

Ntwadumela: d10: Still blind?: 6,10,7,9,5,2,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte meanders about the place, eyes open for interesting types. Dancing through the crowd with the same meek smile about her. Sipping her vodka.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 7,6,1,4,2,1,

Ntwadumela: Mel waves at Briggette through the crowd when she starts looking for her next conquest, but allows Damien to continue to drag him.

Damien Thiereaoux: (jeeeeez thats three in a row...ok, dami is offically not allowed to see brigitte*chuckls*)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: A frown strikes his face, at once concerned for Andy and suspicious of...well, everyone she mentioned. "What'd he say?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: (*giggles* gah.. and shes like.. my least stealthy type char too! it must be the lack of glittery tonight. KNEW i should have went with glitter.)

Andrea Angotti: "Demi's Mama's a big wig for the techy types...and that it seems like maybe Demi's got his hands in a few too many pies and is pullin' a few too many strings."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Being waved at does wonders for ones attention span it seems. She offers Mel a girlish wave in return and meanders over, taking her time since it looks like he could very well be... occupied. Funny. He always seemed to like the girlies.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Oh, god. Fuckin' Corporates. He scowls a little bit, something strained in his eyes. "Yeah...yeah, I can set up a meetin' for ya with the Don."

Andrea Angotti: She nods and then smiles softly, kissing his neck again. "Thanks baby. Love ya," she murmurs, running fingers through his hair, nails scratching gently.

Damien Thiereaoux: *reaching the daybed he flops down onto it comfortably and bonelessly, letting go of the tug on mel as he does, glancing to the person that seems to be walking their way*

Ntwadumela: Mel smirks back in the direction of the couple they just left. "So, is it just this place that gets lovers together weather they mean it or not?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Love ya too, Andy." He leans his head back into Andy's hand, eyes shutting at the scratching. Ooh, the drink. He picks it up, taking a good swallow off of it.

Ntwadumela: Mel climbs up on the bed and relaxes as well. "Ohh.. comfy."

Andrea Angotti: "You're gonna have to drive," she warns, chuckling as he takes that heavy swallow. "I've had like four shuts in under twenty minutes."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "I'm fine," he says with a chuckle, looking at her with sudden, fond eyes. "One glass-a scotch ain't nothin'."

Damien Thiereaoux: partially this place...*smirking* lends a atmosphere yknow?

Andrea Angotti: "Hey...Do I know that's all you've had," she asks, dropping her forehead to his chest with a little sigh, fingers dipping lazily into the pockets of his suit coat.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl wanders up near Damien and Mel, offering a mock shy smile. "Hmmm.. didn't think I'd see you here, love.. Am I.. interrupting?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Well, now ya know." He winks at her. She finds in his outer coat pockets...nothing. Apparently, it's all kept in the inner pocket.

Damien Thiereaoux: (*sighs* 10 minute warning, gotta take husband to work, and wont be on tomrrow night*sniffles*)

Andrea Angotti: "Mn hmm." She nods and lifts her face to offer him a warm smile. "You wanna head out? I'll give you a nice, long massage and then fuck your brains out," she murmurs.

Ntwadumela: Mel holds his hand out to... ___ ... "Not at all, come on and join us."

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking up to brigitte, he looks her up and down, slowly, with a crooked but charming grin* evenin petit belle...

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She takes Mel's hand and climbs up next to him with a sweet smile to Damien. "Evening yourself, love. I don't believe we've met." She extends a frail hand to Dami. "I'm Dianah."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah, let's head out." Whether that's because he's wanting to get a good massage and then some, or he just wants to get out of here, is difficult to say. He's certainly not adverse to any of it. He leans in to kiss her jaw, then moves to pay his bill and then lead her out.

Andrea Angotti: She smiles happily at that little kiss and follows, curling her hand in his.

Damien Thiereaoux: Dianah...Im Damien..*taking her hand with his leather gloved one , the heat coming from him amazing even diffused through the leather* charmed chere...*giving a genteel kiss to her hand.....sort of behaving himself.......really...*

Damien Thiereaoux -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: (*Hugs* pester me tomorrow so we can finish and get to getting adele meeting bekkah and to the trainyard*G*)

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Will do. *Hugs*))

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a girlish giggle, looking down to her lap. "Mmm.. A gentleman. Lovely. Don't see too many of them around here." She leans weakly against Mel. "I didn't know you came to places like this."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: And out the door they go.

Ntwadumela: Mel bunches his jacket up and tosses it next to the bed, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt and lounging out, each of the other occupants getting at least a little caress with his hands as he does so.

Ntwadumela: "I was invited."