Private Penthouse Party Players Peddling Poison...

[krypton_or_bust]

Trance music was ambient in the air. Loud enough to set the tone of the scene, but not so much that it interfered with socialization or intimate conversation. The lighting was low and diffuse, coming from multiple sources and it added to the atmosphere. The open bar was facilitated by roving cocktail waitresses and waiters. Both guests and hosts

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[batineggplant]

Steph made her way through the crowd of party-goers, throwing a smile here and there, making smalltalk with anyone who stopped to talk to her.

[jla_extras]

'Julie' as Steph's cover names her, attracts attention. Smiles, drink offers and otherwise are offered like flowers before her feet as she move though the soiree. Then a familiar face is seen in the crowd. The one who offered the invitation to her at the club looks up, smiles and then glides through the crowd to her.

"Julie!" he calls smoothly. Steph catches the subtle but predatory gleam in his eye behind the otherwise polished veneer.

"Glad you could make it. The party just got started. Can I get you a drink?"

he waives a cocktail waiter over as he speaks.

[batineggplant]

"Just water please," Steph said, giving him a smile.

[jla_extras]

A glint of intrigue crosses his face and he nods to the waiter who heads to the bar to acquire the requested beverage.

He smiles broadly.
"You came at a perfect time. Allot of these folks here are also looking to get into the modeling scene. This is one of those 'rub elbow' opportunities that can real make a career. I'm sure you'll make a great impression, just be sure to stand out."

[batineggplant]

Stephanie took a couple of sips of her drink...or pretended to at least. It would definitely look at though she was.

She wasn't going to take risks and somehow end up getting drugged.

"I'll try my best," she said, winking at him.

[jla_extras]

He offers a polished smile that would probably be seamlessly charming if Steph didn't know better. An idle wave of his hand has a gaggle of late teens and some twenty-somethings flocking around him. Idle talk ensue and drinks get passed around.

Steph's slight of hand goes unnoticed and to all appearances she appears to drink the water. A minuscule device attached to the underside of her pinky finger samples the liquid and a moment later he 'Smart Phone' (at least that's what it appears to be to the casual observer) vibrates. Pretending to check on a text, she sees a display of results from the analysis:

...methylenedioxyamphetamine, dimethyltrypatamine dipropyltryptamine, paramethoxyamphetamine, ketamine...