Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening.

[icecoldfrost]

The music tonight seemed to have a fake-Russian-lesbians theme, but Emma had on a bright smile as she unlocked the doors of Devil's Nest. Today had been lovely, especially in contrast to her weekend, and it was going to take more than best of Russian Pop to sour her mood.

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Hostess Reception/The Coat Check

[icecoldfrost]

Where Miss Frost awaits to take your money and check your ID.

Re: Hostess Reception/The Coat Check

[bitten_notshy]

Fresh from the portal, Jack almost laughed when he got to the door and saw Emma sitting there. Some of it was happiness to see her; some of it was that he hadn't been sure he really believed her about the job.

"Am I on the guest list for tonight?"

Re: Hostess Reception/The Coat Check

[icecoldfrost]

Emma blinked to make sure she was seeing who she thought she was seeing, and then broke into a slow smirk as she reached for her clipboard.

"Let me see..." she replied lazily. "Ah yes. Priest, Jack, with a note to send you home before curfew, because there's homework you're supposed to be doing instead of pestering pretty hostesses."

Re: Hostess Reception/The Coat Check

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm free until Thursday," Jack said smugly. "...Friday, really, since no one will bother to take attendance in my Friday morning class. I'm afraid I am entirely without a curfew."

Neither one of them was really the huggy type, but he reached for one anyhow. "Are you disappointed to be stuck with me?"

The Bar

[icecoldfrost]

Chat with other patrons and order from Tiny.

Re: The Bar

[steel_not_glass]

After getting into the club, Cindy wandered to the bar and asked for a wine spritzer. The music was interesting enough at least.

Re: The Bar

[texted3times]

Eric generally left the students to their own devices, but she looked closer to his own age (well, his outer age. Most people didn't look this good at a thousand) and so he came out of the VIP section to investigate.

"Hello."

Well, when you were Eric's age, there were no original pick-up lines.

Re: The Bar

[steel_not_glass]

"Hello," Cindy said back, taking another sip of her spritzer. She'd been watching him ever since he'd started to make his way over to her. Most people would have assumed that she was checking him out--and she had been. Though her interest in his physique was a tailored more towards getting a bead on how hard he'd be to take down if needed.

Though he was handsome. She wasn't blind, god.

"Phone got boring?" she asked.

Okay, so maybe she'd noticed him before he'd started walking over. Details.

Dance Floor and Lounge!

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was missing the music from last week, and making a mental note to bring earplugs to work next time, just in case.

VIP Section!

[icecoldfrost]

Unless you've been invited behind the velvet rope by Eric, Emma will haul you out by the back of your shirt.

Re: VIP Section!

[texted3times]

Eric was in his usual booth, texting away to Pam about the doppelganger of her he'd met over the weekend.

Pam was not buying a word of it.

Re: VIP Section!

[bitten_notshy]

"Mr. Northman?" Jack stayed respectfully in front of the velvet rope -- no point starting by breaking protocol -- but he was clearly hoping to get Eric's attention. "I'm Jack, a friend of Emma's. I was curious to meet her employer, if you have a moment."

Re: VIP Section!

[texted3times]

Eric glanced up lazily from his phone. "I have one," he said, waving his hand to invite Jack behind the rope.

OOC

[icecoldfrost]

Emma is (sadly) not a fan of t.A.T.u.