game post - the clarendon (nightclub)

[mm_overture]

You saw the sign on the door and you just couldn't resist, could you? The door in a dark little corner of the bar, made of mahogany wood and labeled with a gold plaque The Clarendon: Formal attire only, pleaseWell, even if you weren't wearing anything nice, you went on in

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[kenneththepage]

In no way, shape or form does Kenneth ever recall coming in here, but he doesn't seem too panicked about it.

More distressed, rather.

So if he's asking you if you've seen Liz Lemon or the way back to 30 Rockefeller Plaza, he's just trying to do his job.

[pi_wakawaka]

Shame to be distressed in a place like this and Tiwa moves by him, her dress dancing slightly on its own,

"Good evening."

[kenneththepage]

"Good evening, miss," Kenneth responds, as par the usual rules of common courtesy.

"That's a mighty lovely dress you've got on," he continues, tone earnest if completely clueless, "Did you know it's moving on its own? I've seen a dress do that once but that was just a prop and it ended up catching on fire because Mr. Jordan forgot he'd stashed a bottle of alcohol in it."

[pi_wakawaka]

"Just knows I like to fly. Shame about that dress catching on fire. This one's made for dancing. Do you know how?"

[notaphony]

It takes a lot to rattle Joan's nerves these days.

Which is why, upon entering, she barely does a double-take. Especially when her wardrobe doesn't really change all that much - except for her hair, let down in loose curls around her shoulders.

She finds a seat at one of the smaller tables and moves to light up a cigarette.

[goodheadbadhead]

Really, it's not your fault. It's just that--well, Harvey here doesn't much like other people having access to fire. He doesn't trust them with it.

"We'll do that, if you don't mind?"

And he holds out a lighter.

[notaphony]

Her reflex allows her to go all the way through with allowing her cigarette to be lit.

She inhales, breathing out, and then, finally, looks up.

"Thank... you."

[goodheadbadhead]

"You're welcome." Harvey sighs. "Sorry, but I have kind of a thing about fire.
"He thinks people can't be trusted with it. But then neither do I."

[venusadept_2]

Felix raises an eyebrow on entering, but doesn't say anything.

He moves as though he were born to wear such a suit as he heads over to a seat not far from the stage.

[coulddo_nowrong]

Reed Chandler's attire does not, in fact, change all that much. A more modern cut, perhaps, a subtle shift in color to better complemented and be complemented by his surroundings, but that's all. Reed has always known how to dress.

He also knows just how to fit into his surroundings - this might not quite be his usual sort of place, but by the same he's taken his seat, you'd never know it.

[brightstarssong]

It's a few moments before Tyroshaun really notices what's happened to his outfit--and an eyebrow immediately goes up.

After running a hand through--or rather, over his hair, he rolls his eyes, mutters under his breath, and makes a bee-line for the restroom. A few minutes later, he's back out, and his hair's been rinsed of at least some of the gel (if he couldn't get it all out), and rather rakishly, attractively tousled.

And he sits himself down in a corner, orders a scotch, tilts his chair back, and watches the proceedings with faint amusement glittering in his eyes--and a kind of thoughtfulness.