Club Opening

[bitingmybullet]

Well.

Here we go.

The night is young, the lights are low, and the sound system actually appears to be working. Gwen's dressed in what, for her, is nice: black dance pants, ballet flats, and a scoop-neck t-shirt.

She's just praying no fights break out. She likes this shirt

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[lesper]

Enter Les, quiet and steady. He moves over to a decorative pillar and stands next to it, one hand flat on its surface, just looking around.

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen flags him down from behind the bar.

"Hey-- Les?"

[lesper]

"Gwen!"

Les grins and heads over. "It's working?"

[bitingmybullet]

She scans the floor.

"It would seem so," she says. Looking kind of jittery. "Nothing's blown up yet, which is a plus. Um ..."

[lesper]

"It shouldn't," he promises. "Ummm. It never has before, anyway."

[bitingmybullet]

She nods, slowly.

"Good."

And hesitates.

"Um ... hey. So if you've got everything under control on that front-- mind doing me a favor?"

[lesper]

"Of course not. What's up?"

[bitingmybullet]

She runs a hand through her hair, looking a little sheepish.

"Can you serve the blood, maybe? It's ... I can deal. It's fine. But I'd rather not."

[lesper]

Les nods. "Sure. I don't mind."

[bitingmybullet]

She smiles.

"Great."

And doesn't ask how Claire is.

Or if Les knew about the outfit.

Or why Les didn't deliver the outfit.

"Thanks."

[lesper]

:O

Les is not --

Okay, he's Claire's bitch.

He touches Gwen's shoulder, brief and gentle. "Calm down."

[bitingmybullet]

Gwen doesn't jump, but that's only because she sees him coming near and how stupid would it be to jerk away from Les?

"I'm fine."

[lesper]

It would be pretty embarrassing.

Les looks concerned. "You sure?"

[bitingmybullet]

She nods swiftly.

"Yeah. Just a little ... you know. This is kind of an accident waiting to happen."

[lesper]

"Yeah, well."

He looks around the club.

"Worry when it, you know. Happens."

[bitingmybullet]

She snorts.

"I'll do my best."