Keep your head in the clouds

[originaljackass]

Who: Everyone!
What: Nightclub reopening
When: Tonight!
Where: Cloud Nine (above Seventh Heaven)
Summary: Jack's got the keys to the Night Club, the hottest slice of action in Luceti. Or something like that. Talk among yourselves.
Rating: Varies

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[slaying]

The Slayer was moping. Mmhm. That was definite mope-age, right there. A corner table right up against the wall -- a soda with a bright coloured straw -- a sad, sad drawn expression. It practically reminded her of heartsick nights at the Bronze; she could fade into the noise and the action and just people-watch. A rare habit to fall back upon for someone known to be a social butterfly around the village.

Despite the high mope content, she still made an effort to dress up. One can't hit up a night club without it -- after all, it would make her sulk all that more potent. All dressed up and no one to go to.

[originaljackass]

Seeing the slayer in all her mopeyness, Jack plopped himself into a seat across to her, mostly due to the fact there existed a seat across from her. That in itself was unusual. It wasn't often he saw Buffy without her usual pep. It almost made him feel better about his own mostly-forgotten troubles. Still, in typical fashion, the first thing he looks at is what she's wearing and where, exactly, it is covering.

"I like the dress. Very flattering."

[slaying]

Simple but fetching. That was the name of the game. Still -- there was a lot of surface effort without a lot of follow through. Simple hair-do, bare makeup. Buffy thought that she had been making a statement but she had always been a woman who looked best when she wasn't trying too hard. And then those eyes -- widest when she was sad.

So she looked across at Jack Horner and frowned a little more and then dropped her gaze back on her soda.

"You stole my booze."

[originaljackass]

"Borrowed it." He had a glass of champagne in his hand already. He casually took a sip of it, a small grin forming as he chose his next words. "Besides, you weren't drinking it." His gaze shifted to the soda she was so keenly interested in.

[shadedsunlight]

As one of the former performers at Cloud Nine and now one of the new bartenders as per agreement with Jack, it would have been a crime for Ginia to not show up for the grand reopening. She'd never give up a chance to dress up and have a bit of fun anyway. She even had a date too. Or a not-date. A "hey, since we live in the same building and we're both going to the same place, let's go together" arrangement?

Maybe it was best not to think too much on the details. The promise of a fun evening was good enough and it was nice knowing Cloud Nine was back up and open.

That is what brought one Ginia Solana, dressed to the nines in her best cocktail dress, to the reopening of Cloud Nine with her not-kinda-it's-complicated-date Rupert Giles.

[consultmybooks]

Giles, mercifully, seemed to be...relatively unaware of the complicated nature of things currently. Why should this be strange? They did live in the same building, they were going to same place, they both worked here as musicians, there was ever need to scope the place out for a band. Why shouldn't they be here together?

...he kept telling himself that. Things between him and Ginia had been a bit...odd, since his return. Really, this was probably what they needed to sort things out.

Giles managed to track down a new suit in the clothing shop at the last minute - it fits him well. Even so, it's with the air of the consummate wall flower that he usually winds up observing the proceedings rather nervously from a point just behind Ginia's shoulder, when he's not off on his own people watching or taking a break from the noise and the crowds.

Speaking of noise and crowds...

"It's, it's never this active when I;m working."

[shadedsunlight]

There's just something about a man in a well-cut suit and Giles certainly looks good in it, an oft reminded fact as she catches herself admiring him. It has been an odd sort of state over the last few days, but they're friends and he's doing much better and she couldn't ask for more.

She hears his words and takes a moment to look over the crowd and all the people gathered, quite happy to see such a positive turnout (and on a Monday, though everyday is practically a weekend in Luceti).

/Parties have a way of bringing people out. I think it's nice seeing so many people here. Are you going to perform tonight?/

[consultmybooks]

"I was, um, I was hoping to. But I know my coming here was a bit last minute. Wasn't certain if you and Horner had lined up anyone else."

The guitar was resting near the table they'd commandeered for themselves upon arrival, safe and sound in the knowledge that Giles could and would brutally retaliate against anyone who damaged it.

The crowd is currently drawing Giles' attention as well. Dawn's birthday was the last one he attended, and that was...well, a while ago.

[lists_to_port]

Kennedy was gone to his dinner with Hornblower and Aubrey, and Jack was climbing the walls of Cullen House. It was dark. It was lonely. His thoughts on the draft and on his upended life rattled around the echoing rooms and were about ready to drive him mad.

But he couldn't go to Good Spirits, because she might BE there. Restless and frustrated and wondering where in hell Kennedy hid all the rum, Sparrow limped from room to room. He made a half-hearted search for Hector, even though he knew that the cat's return was not possible at this point: his captors wouldn't let him escape so easily from their many-armed clutches.

Finally, desperate--desperate--for some distraction from it all, Jack made his way slowly to the village. His clothes weren't fancy--a plain black t-shirt and jeans--but at least they were clean: McCoy's warnings about possible infection to his injuries were enough to drive Jack to higher hygiene standards in this instance

[slaying]

There. In the corner of her eye. she caught sight of the lights glinting off a bead or some-such-thing. It was an achingly familiar glint. Buffy opted to look down at her table instead of focusing on the person who she was certain would own that glint. But soon the table got rather boring to look at and she wasn't even certain if she could sneak back out of the building without passing him by necessity. And if she passed him by necessity then by necessity she would never get past. In a flurry of regrets, she wished she'd never come to scope out Jack Horner's answer to Luceti's flagging social scene; she wished she'd never worn this dress; she wished she'd conferred with Archie on what the pirate's plans were for the evening

[lists_to_port]

Go outside? Go outside....

Sparrow frowned down at his journal, not quite certain what, exactly, this was. The first thing he suspected was a trap, of course. The general's locket hung rather obviously around his neck, and anyone who wanted to could probably best him in a fight at this point and take it. Instead of answering or obeying, the pirate tucked that bit of shine beneath his t-shirt. He took a glance around the nightclub, but there really wasn't any suspicious activity.

Finally, he picked up his journal and wrote:

Why?

[slaying]

Why not? The night is nice, outside. These lights flash too much. You shouldn't be here. Doctor's orders.

She shrank back into her corner and leaned an elbow on her table -- turning her face away from the crowd. It wasn't just being seen that bothered her about the pirate's gallivanting; he had injuries to heal.

[derek_bliss]

Derek had not intended to come at first; he was still working on dealing with people one-on-one, never mind in a crowd. But he was curious to see what Jack Horner would do with the place, and how well it might mesh with the plans Ginia and he had discussed earlier.

He hadn't bothered to research what was expected dress code wise, but he did go on the assumption that something similar to the original intent of the place, and dressed somewhat accordingly.

He'll find a quiet table somewhere out of the way, with a barely touched bottle of tequila and a glass settled on it while he people watches.

...He's really not sure if he wants to be here.

[slaying]

A tip of a wave from two tables away. Rather low-key, tonight. But she could not resist seeking out Derek's attention. Not at all.

[derek_bliss]

Derek catches the motion and looks that way, smiling and nodding a little in response. He sees the outfit, raising an eyebrow.

You look good. He mouths the words, hoping she at least gets the gist of what he's trying to say.

[slaying]

At first, she seemed not to catch the mouthed message and then -- ah. Her head bowed and she smiled smallishly and gave an embarrassed little half-nod.

Not too shabby, yourself. But thanks.

[originaljackass]

[Jack will be doing his job as host. Either greeting people at the door, visiting them at their tables, checking on the food, and so on. He might spend some time on stage playing harmonica as well. Take him on anytime you like.]

[lists_to_port]

[Yeah, Jack will not.......take him on. He will, however, listen with a great deal of appreciation to the harmonica. For some reason, it speaks to his soul right now. You gotta live the blues to love the blues, man.]

Highly motivational music, Horner. I approve.

[originaljackass]

[After finishing a song, he decides to take a break, mostly on account of Sparrow enjoying it so much.]

Thanks. So what's it motivated you into?

[lists_to_port]

Drinking.

[That said, Jack demonstrates this very polished skill of his.]