i want your leather studded kiss in the scene [forward-dated to tomorrow]

[destroytheother]

[OOC: You got it, folks. Another party post. Threadhop like it's your birthday. Drink, brawl, bond, dance, angst, be merry.]

To the unsuspecting eye, it's just an old soap factory that's been abandoned for longer than it was ever found useful. To those that are in the know, Josef Soltini and Nikolas Demidov are opening its doors tonight to the

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[i_robert_capa]

Capa is sat alone at the bar, drinking. He’s still not quite sure why he’s here in all honesty. He heard about this place by chance at Kashtta and thought he’d go along to check it out. Part of him just wants some kind of return to normality - he wants to forget about what happened on Icarus II. Not that he wants to dishonour the memories of those he’d spent so long with: Kaneda, Searle, Corazon, Trey, Harvey, Mace and Cassie... no, not at all. He just wants to stop hurting.

Sometime after getting himself calmed down over travelling into another dimension, the real feelings started to settle in about what he’d been through. He’s trying to ignore the hurt, the feeling of loss over them. He just wants to return to normal and he doesn’t want to be cooped up in Kashtta all night again, his injury can’t stop him from drinking - to be fair. So he’s going to get drunk. He’s not had a beer in nearly three years - it’s very strange for him.

[destroytheother]

Josef is playing the part of the sociable club owner and mingling. There are plenty of reasons why he and Nikolas decided to open up a club specifically to the supernatural community. It's an easy way to get to know them. Who's new, who's not, who's important. A little bit of everything.

He's coming down from the stairs, about to order a drink himself when he notices the Wanderer alone at the bar. Demons and angels can instantly recognize them.

Color him curious. Josef walks up to the bar counter, ordering his drink, glancing at Capa with what looks like a harmless expression. "Everything all right there?"

[i_robert_capa]

Capa's already on his third beer - he's starting to get used to the taste now despite not being totally used to the idea of drinking. He stares hard at the bottle, brushing his thumb across the label, his fingers lightly gripping the glass which is covered in condensation. He just thinks, anything other than he crew of Icarus - hell he'd even have a Chess game in his head if it helped.

However, he's brought out of this thoughts by a male's voice just across from him. He appears almost relieved at the distraction. Capa offers a small content smile and takes a small sip of his beer. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just been a while since I've been at a bar," he replies with a small shrug of his shoulders.

[destroytheother]

Josef, for his part, is more than comfortable with drinking. He does it every so often, reasons more maudlin than he'd care to admit. The narration is compelled to mention Josef loves playing chess, and should the opportunity ever arise, it would be an interesting match.

The smile is returned. It's easy, to slip into the role of the charming, gracious man so many know him by. "What do you think of the place so far?" he asks lightly, leaning against the bar, scoping out the place.

He doesn't yet say he's half-owner.

[thehighestwing]

Phoebe's in one of the rooms at the second level, dancing on a glowing table. How she got in? She's crafty that way. It's not the first time she's gone out clubbing. Life before she moved to the Conrad was a lot different.

It's why she called up a few girls she hadn't spoken to in forever. She can't really call them friends--they only ever answer when there's the promise of a party involved. They put on their short dresses and high pumps and the rest is history.

She's boycotting...boys, and that means dancing and drinking the night away. Unless there's trouble on the ward front. Hopefully, that's not the case.

♥

[thewickedsaint]

Bound to be a surprise or two? Sure. Why not?

Enter one.

Michael St. James is watching Phoebe dance, and he's doing so with a grin on his face. It's a smirky little grin and it only grows as he walks over to the glowing table. He's rocking the suit. He knows it.

There's a drink in his left hand, and he takes a sip of it before placing it down on the table next to Phoebe's.

"You dance like an angel," he remarks, though not without a chuckle. Oh, isn't he clever? He certainly thinks so. "Some things never change."

Some things do, but he's not here to find out what's changed. He's here to find out what hasn't.

♥

[thehighestwing]

There's a voice Phoebe never thought she'd hear again.

She's shocked, truth be told.

So shocked, in fact, she can't quite stop the backsliding until she's fallen off the table and onto one of the cushions across from it.

There are certain people in her life she'd honestly never thought she'd see again. Michael is one of them.

Stupid hot demon.

Pushing blonde bangs furiously away from her face, she asks loudly over the music, "What are you doing here?"

[thewickedsaint]

A gentleman wouldn't laugh. Michael isn't really a gentleman. He snickers behind a hand before going offer to help her up.

'What are you doing here?'

"Enjoying the nightlife, Phoebe, and watching you." He cocks his head to the side, smirking. "I wasn't expecting to see you up on a table, but I can't say it's an unpleasant surprise."

His head slowly tilts to the other side as he carefully looks her over. It's very pleasant, actually, and only becoming more so.

"Are you gonna pretend like you're not glad to see me?" C'mon.

[literalfinesse]

Anya is here tonight, and she is not wearing a bunny suit. She can't make the narration stress this enough; it was very important that she buy suitable clothing with the little money she managed to bring through the Rift. She doesn't want to frighten everyone she meets, after all.

Currently, Anya is standing near the roulette wheel, watching other people play and debating whether she wants to join. On the one hand, the possibility of money. On the other hand, she'd like to keep exploring the place, and maybe grab a drink first.

Decisions, decisions.

[destroytheother]

Despite the fact she is not wearing a bunny suit, Josef recognizes her right off the bat. His assumption as to how she'd look outside of the bunny suit is more or less accurate. This pleases him. Her standing nearby simply watching others play, however, does not.

Josef strolls up to her like the hobag he is. "Fancy meeting you again, Anya."

A flick of the wrist, a lift of the brow, and a server immediately materializes at their side. "What'll your poison be?" he asks her.

He's...more or less interested in the literal answer he'll receive.

[literalfinesse]

Anya startles a little when Josef approaches, but that turns to a surprised smile when the server appears. Sunnydale was really missing places like this. Anya approves. It's much classier than the Bronze, and it doesn't smell like sweaty teenagers.

"It's not that fancy," Anya says. "I mean," she clarifies with a wave of her hand, "the place is very nice, although I'm not too sure about all this smoke, but you did post flyers all over the place. I liked the font."

Her wish is your command, Josef.

"I think I'll just have a beer, if that's all right with you."

[destroytheother]

Josef grins at her. "I'm happy the font was met with your approval. Fancy meeting you here is just a turn of phrase, I suppose. If you really want to see fancy, I suggest the second floor."

The first level isn't his kind of style. Josef's unabashedly ostentatious about things.

His grin widens at her answer. Turning to the server, he says, "You heard the lady. Beer it is. Whiskey on the rocks for me."

There's no need for please when you own the place. The server nods crisply and then he's on his way. Josef turns back to Anya, motioning toward the roulette table. "Not a fan?"

[cloudsinmyway]

Ally should have known this would happen. Her best friend drags her out somewhere, she meets Mr. Right-For-Right-Now, and leaves Ally to fend for herself. Places like these are awkward, considering all the mating rituals going on.

It kicks her powers into overdrive, so to speak.

She's sitting on a high stool, attempting to ward off a guy that's trying to buy her a drink. She's sure he's lovely, though all the piercings give her pause, and she tells him, "My significant other will be joining my soon."

Ally doesn't discriminate. Could be a girl or a guy or whatever. She just needs an excuse, in case anyone would like to help her out.

[omnomnomface]

Trin likes helping people! Well. Not really. Also she's going to be confused if Ally starts saying she's her significant other, 'cause Trin doesn't swing that way.

Well, she doesn't swing that way sober and when she has a boyfriend. But.

Trin hops up to the bar and begins ordering her fourth or fifth drink of the evening, then notices that there's a PERSON sitting next to her!

"Hi! Is this guy bothering you?" She leans across the bar and over pronounces her words so that the guy can understand. "She doesn't WAAAAANT a driiiiink," Trin says. "But yooooou can offer meeeeeee one." She flashes a big grin.

[cloudsinmyway]

"He's--" Ally isn't sure how to answer that, not that it matters.

The guy lifts a brow and grins. There's something smarmy about it, but what can he say? Trin's hot as hell. "I can buy you anything you want, sweetness."

Ally sort of wants to gag right now. The feeling will only be heightened at what happens next.

"So," he says, slinging one arm around Trin and another around Ally, "How do you fine ladies feel about a three-way?"

[omnomnomface]

Trin smirks at the guy. "Anything? GOOD! I want a pony and a plastic rocket and for you to buy me my next six beers right now please and thank you, sweetcheeks." She flutters her eyelashes at him. She can't help it, she's kind of a flirtaholic.

When he slings his arm around her, though, Trin wriggles her way out of his grasp. "Whoa, big boy, let's slow down here. I don't share until after the FIFTH date. Besides, I don't think this chickie wants much to do with our three-way. But maybe she wants a drink? SODA?" Trin grins. "Someone's gotta drive me home tonight, anyway."

That someone is apparently you, Ally. The narration apologizes in advance.

omg i finally have an excuse to use dress icons o/

[yourwonderings]

The narration cannot stress enough how this is not Jo's scene. It's a bar, sure, but it's a fancy sort of bar and that means wearing something fancy. She hates heels. However, Nikolas Demidov rubs her the wrong way. Especially after their last conversation. His inviting her personally to the opening--twice--makes her wonder why he even wants her there. She plans to find some dirt on him, naturally.

She just hasn't walked into the club yet.

She's across the street from it, staring at it as if she is trying to make up her mind. The plan brewing in her head seems sound, but the last time she had a plan it went awry.

Jo tugs the black dress down. Why do they have to be uncomfortable?

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn isn't one to go to clubs. He just... feels out of place, because clubs are where young people go, and Vaughn is hardly young any more. Personally, he prefers a quiet bar. Not that he's doing much drinking any more--he's trying not to, after the fight he got into last time.

So instead he's just out walking. When he sees Jo. In a dress.

Cue urge to jawdrop. He fights it and wins, but there's still the urge to ogle her like a teenage boy.

His mouth is dry. He licks his lips. He's going to say something eventually. Just give a man time to catch his breath. Or something.

[yourwonderings]

Jo doesn't notice Vaughn straight away.

Her eyes are scoping out the building, noticing the structure of it, trying to guess which window would lead to the main offices where she might find something worth looking into.

It's not the look of someone that's interested in having a good time. It's way too focused, way too calculating for that. Once she does notice him, her face breaks into a small smile.

"Hey," she says, a bit surprised to see him herself. She looks at the window, then back at Vaughn, and one can all but see the light bulb flickering on in her head. "What're you up to?"

Beware if you say nothing, Vaughn. Beware.

[stillaboyscout]

Vaughn notices that she seems oddly intent on staring that building down. Or blowing it up with her mind, both of which are viable options in Chicago. But it's not like it's enough to make Vaughn think twice. It's Chicago. There have been weirder things.

"H...hey," he stutters back once he realizes she knows he sees her. "I'm just. Out. Walking. Not doing much of anything."

Here there is a pause while Vaughn's tiny mind tries to wrap itself around the whole situation.

"What are you doing? Out. Dressed like that--not that it doesn't look great, it just." Inward wince. Vaughn SUCKS at compliments. "It looks great," he finishes lamely.