Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl is dolled up for the evening, wearing a pair of skintight white leather hip huggers and a slinky silver midrif, makeup done in playful whites and silver glitter. Her long hair is twisted into pigtails. She parks the suv in the lot and sits there for a second, digging around to fetch one of many perscription pill bottles from the glove compartment.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She plops two pills to her pretty mouth with a tiny smile to william before sticking the bottle back in its place. Digging a bottle of spring water from under the seat she takes a sip to wash them down.

William Halloran: He sits in the passenger seat of the SUV, happy to not be sitting in the back. It can get a bit...uncomfortable back there. He's dressed in a T-Shirt with a glow-in-the-dark drak cross point and leather jeans, a more stylish long coat having replaced the leather jacket. For him, this is TOTALLY clubbed out. He waits for Brigette to get out before he does, his eyes doing a brief scan of the area. "What kinda club ya say this was again?" he asks curiously, watching the people coming and going.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She sticks the bottle of water back under the seat and leans over to give the brute a kiss on the cheek. "Just a club, love. Think of it as research. Scoping out our competition." She gives his knee a weak squeeze and climbs out of her side.

William Halloran: "Awright." He slips out of the side of the vehicle and looks around before moving around to Brigette's side, ready to accompany her into the club.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She wraps a weak arm around the man's waist, moving toward the entrance with the same numb look she's held for the past few days. She pays the cover for the both of them and meanders toward the bar.

William Halloran: He looks around, blinking a couple times at the look of the place, as he walks along with her toward the bar. Quite the range of club-goers, as they pass by a raver, a casual, then few giggling goth-girls before they finally pass a businessman on his way away from the bar. "Damn," he says with a blink. "There any kind ya DON'T find in here?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug, not much understanding why it makes a difference. She slips up onto a barstool with a liquid grace. "Start a tab, love. Skyy for me." She blinks back to William, fully aware of what he'll most likely order but not taking the liberty to do it for him.

William Halloran: Perhaps he surprises her when he looks to the bartender. "Goldenshlager. Thanks." He nods to the bartender, then takes a careful seat on the barstool next to her.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte swivels around to lean weakly back against the bar. Her demeanor apathetic and unexcited. She looks out to the other club goers, eyeing them when they pass. Observing with a hint of bitterness to her.

William Halloran: He looks down at her, frowning a little bit. Concern mars that already-marred face. "You, uh...wanna dance?" Anything to get her mind off things.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She continues watching for a bit. Maybe she was ignoring him. Or considering the offer. She takes back a good bit of her vodka before giving a tiny nod and slipping from her stool to move in that direction.

William Halloran: He nods and rises, following along behind. One good thing about coming with a giant...it makes it easy to walk along through a crowd. He follows her out onto the dance floor and gets ready to dance.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She turns around to William and slips a delicate arm around his waist sipping the vodka with the other hand. She sways to the beat, though you can tell from the look on her face that she isn't raelly into it.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: boogie: 1,2,9,4,4,6,

William Halloran: d10: Dance: 2,7,10,9,4,4,

William Halloran: Okay, now he's concerned, and it shows on his face. When he's more into the dancing then she is, there's a problem. He purses his lips, watching her with his brow lined in worry as they sway together.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Emp: 6,3,5,5,1,9,

Brigitte Clara Deleon -> William Halloran: (brigitte is actively trying to look blank of expression, rolling man+perf)

Brigitte Clara Deleon: d10: : 8,6,8,6,4,

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She doesn't look up to William. She takes another sip from her vodka, swaying in loose time and leans her head weakly against his chest.

William Halloran: He sighs sadly, and his head hangs a little bit. He leans down to speak to her, only as loud as he has to so it reaches her over the music. "Emma...what's wrong?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny shrug, leaning against the man a bit more firmly. "Nothing, my love. You're dancing beautifully. Don't stop on my behalf."

William Halloran: "I...ain't that." And no, he's not stopping. Dancing with Brigette really does seem to make him happy...but it's not making her so, and that bothers him. "Yer...I dunno. Ya look...sad, maybe?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a pathetic laugh, shaking her head. "Mmm.. thanks. You really know how to boost a girl's spirits, love. Let me guess.. my ass looks fat in these jeans too, eh?" She looks up with a tiny smile to the man, reaching up to lay a gentle hand to his crushed cheek. "Don't worry about me. Alright? When have I ever hidden anything important from you?"

William Halloran: "Ya haven't." He sighs a little bit, but nods. "Awright. M'sorry, I'm just...I worry 'bout ya. Ya know that. An'..." He flushes a little. "I, uh...didn't mean ta make anything worse. Just worried, s'all."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She shakes her head and curls closer to the man "You didn't make anything worse, love. You didn't do anything wrong."

William Halloran: "Okay." He nods a little bit and warps his arms around her, hugging her close for a moment, before releasing the hug so they can dance some more. His eyes are on her throughout, though they'll occasionally glance up, either in a protective manner, or once or twice because he's seen something on the daybeds that just...well, he's not sure that should be legal.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She follows his eyes to the daybeds with a tiny smile. Another pathetic laugh. "Shameless, isn't it?"

William Halloran: "Can...isn't there some kinda public laws er somethin'?" He blinks. "I mean, they wanna do whatever an' it's legal, 'at's cool, ain't my problem. But...just didn't think it was okay for 'em to get away with that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Is it your problem even if it isn't legal, love?" She asks, testingly.

William Halloran: "Naw, guess not." He shakes his head, glancing back over. "There's some fucked-up laws, to be sure. Long as it ain't hurtin' no one, I guess, or they ain't fuckin' around with kids or somethin' like that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny laugh, swaying to the music. "You wanna see hurt, love.. you should venture down to the dungeon."

William Halloran: "The Dungeon?" Mismatched eyes from the daybeds to the stairs in the back, blinking...face getting a reddish tint. Yes, the man knows what a dungeon is for. "Uhhh...oh." He blinks and looks down at her, a sheepish sort of shrug. "Okay, long as it ain't hurtin' no one who's here specifically for hurtin'. How's that?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She quirks a brow. "Speak clearly, dear. How's what?"

William Halloran: "Ummm...I mean, I ain't got a problem with it, long as nobody's got something happenin' to 'em that they don't want. Long as no one's gettin' hurt that don't want to."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, looking back toward the door. "It's anyone's guess, love. There very well could be someone down there.. as we speak.. being terribly ravaged against their will. Does that upset you?" She speaks with an entirely calm expression, curious at the man's response. Maybe she was trying to get under his skin.

William Halloran: He frowns at the question, thinking about it. "Yeah. Yeah, it bugs me. Could be happenin' in the bathroom, too. Or the back alley. I hope it ain't, but it could be. 'at kinda shit could happen anywhere."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods to the man, giving his waist a tiny squeeze. "Exactly. Anywhere. There isn't a thing you can do to stop it, love. Bad things.. happen. You're wasting your time in thinking that you can keep at least ~some~ people from being inherently evil." She gives his crushed cheek a gentle caress. "You have enough on your plate.. looking after me.. to worry about every little tresspass that could be going on around the corner. Understand?"

William Halloran: "No...I know." He nods a little bit, smiling weakly down toward her. "Hell, I ain't never thought I could stop all the bad shit around from happenin'. It bugs me, yeah. But some shit, you just gotta let go. No one can do everything, right? I know that."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a tiny nod, leaning her head weakly against the man's chest. "Good. Sometimes your chivalry worries me. It's nice to know you're still grounded."

William Halloran: He nods a little, looking down at the beautiful creature resting against his chest. Sometimes...well, most of the time, rather...it still amazed him that she thought so much of him. "Try ta be. I just know I ain't gonna be much good ta ya if I'm busy stoppin' every muggin' an' killin' around. I ain't no hero...jus' try ta be as good as I can. Do right by ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She downs the rest of her vodka and gives william a pat on the chest before slipping away. "You're too good to me, love. Come. I need another drink."

William Halloran: "Awright." He smiles and nods, moving off the dance floor after her. "I could use another one myself."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She moves fluidly through the crowd and slips up to the bar, leaning weakly against the counter. "Another Skyy, love." She says and sets the empty glass on the bar.

William Halloran: "An' another Goldenshlager." He takes a seat on the stool, settling down as gently as possible. It gorans in protest anyway. He looks over at her, smiling warmly.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a weak lean his way. "Are you excited about tomorrow, love?"

William Halloran: "Yeah, I am." He nods, a hand coming out to wrap around her waist. "Little nervous...I mean, yer place ain't like the Dolphin. Higher class. But it'll all be fine, m'sure. Ain't too much I can mess up, right?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She nods to the man. "Much higher class, love. The only thing that I'm worried about.. is.. " She gives a tiny squint, then looks back to her Skyy to take a sip trailing off. "Nevermind."

William Halloran: He frowns suddenly, looking down to her. "What?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She runs a gentle hand up the man's chest, offering him a sort gaze. "Love.. you know that I don't have a problem with the way you look. It just.. concerns me.. to present that kind of an image to our patrons."

William Halloran: He looks down suddenly, a large hand reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck. "Oh. Well...um." He frowns deeply at that. "Yeah, I know. But...I can't just get ridda it, y'know? I mean, people know me by it. Not just random people...people all over. An' besides...it's important t'me ta keep. I know that's stupid an' it ain't making much sense, but...it's me. Who I am."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She looks up to the man with a soft smile, touching his cheek with a gentle hand "Love.. I know you. You're not a dent. Not a scar.. you're a beautiful person. I don't see why you're so afraid to get over it.. and let people see that side of you."

William Halloran: "Ain't afraid ta get over it..." He reaches up to run a hand through his hair and brush it back. "Just...ain't about the scar, so much. Some lessons, ya gotta keep rememberin'. An this...it's my reminder. I just...wouldn't feel right, lettin' it go away." He looks at her, rather afraid she's upset with him over it.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She frowns too, looking away from the man. Upset, and possibly disappointed. She sips her skyy without saying anything.

William Halloran: "M'sorry," he mumbles, picking up his drink and taking a good, strong swallow.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She purses her lips with the same upset look about her. "No. You're not." She says coldly and starts to move away from the man.

William Halloran: His entire body slumps. He helplessly watches her start to move, before starting to follow. She may just be wanting to get away from the bar...if she wants him to go, she'll tell him. He knows.

Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte makes a slow strut, around the dance floor watching the club goers with a bitter eye. She meanders toward the day beds and takes a gentle seat on the edge of an empty one.

William Halloran: He keeps a slight dstance from her...still within reach to protect her, but he doesn't want to cramp her style if she prefers someone else's company for the night. From the look on his face, he doesn't blame her. When she stops and sits on the bed, he pauses, hesitant a moment. He takes a couple more steps forward, to the bed. "Ya...want me ta stay here, Emma?"

Brigitte Clara Deleon: She gives a pained look away from the man "I don't care, William. Do whatever you want."

William Halloran: He purses his lips and lowers his eyes to the floow, nodding. If she's giving him the option, he's damn well staying. He moves to tat a seat on the daybed, bext to her, and reaches hesitantly out to touch her shoulder. "I really am sorry. M'sorry it bothers ya."

Brigitte Clara Deleon: ~fade~