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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[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ is early.

And this time he's not alone.

"Mike! C'mon!"

The door opens.

[bitingmybullet]

She doesn't recognize the guy with Russ, and his smell sets her a little on edge.

Of course, it's not taking a whole lot to set her on edge tonight.

"Hey, guys," she says with a smile. "How're you doing?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

"Gwen."

He grins. "Just fine. You ready for this?"

The look he's giving her is -- well, "appraising" is probably an understatment.

[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 ..."

[undermyheel]

Claire walks in, trailed by three of hers. Low backed dress, and heels that make her legs look longer.

She glances around and takes a chair somewhere obvious. Not a slouch, but a lounge.

She's grinning.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Well well well.

It was only a matter of time.

"Look what the cat dragged in," says a voice behind her. The comment is accompanied by a stream of smoke over her shoulder.

[undermyheel]

Claire does not bother turning around. If he was going to attack her, well, that's what she has them for, isn't it?

"I'd say, 'look what the dog dug up,' but wait."

She turns, and tilts her head, thoughtfully.

"The dog - that's you... isn't it?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

"'S that an insult?"

He spreads a hand against his chest.

"I'm hurt, Claire. Really. Why don't you cut to the chase and call me a son of a bitch, huh?"

[bigdamnboots]

Vanessa thinks that opening night probably isn't the best time to apply for a job, but then again, maybe they're desperate. She didn't get much information earlier.

She walks in and pretends not to feel lost.

Brightens. Is that Les?

Oh, but he's talking to somebody.

[lesper]

Not anymore!

Les smiles and calls, "Vanessa. Hi!"

[bigdamnboots]

A friendly voice! Someone who knows her name! Vanessa feels much better as she walks over.

"Didn't think I'd run into you so soon. Can't say I'm sorry!"

[lesper]

"It's good to see you."

He looks at her. "You found the shelter okay last night?"

[bass_line_blues]

And there's Preston, with his bass-onna-cart - craning his neck and looking around real hopefully for someone who can play, say, a melody.

After a minute, he shrugs, and kneels down to unpadlock the case.

[k_gabriel]

"Looking for someone?"

And there's a Karla over his shoulder, smiling just a bit.

[bass_line_blues]

Preston looks up.

Preston says: :D!!!

"Making a grand entrance?"

[k_gabriel]

Solemnly, "I try."

She bends to open her own case, still smiling.

"So, I've never played, like, on an actual stage. Should be interesting."