Wednesday Night at The Catscratch Club

[poison_lipstick]

The day was coming to a close as they opened the club, and it was a day that had just gotten weirder and weirder by the gorram second. Saffron had woken up with a boyfriend who was suddenly gay, had come across an ex-husband who was uncommonly cheery, and had made out with Major Perfect himself (who was no longer acting near as perfect) - and that

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[vvdanicavv]

"I am a strong, intelligent, independent woman," Danica told herself, her voice a soft monotone as she sipped at a drink, playing with the straw. "I can do and be whatever I want. The world is my oyster."

If she was to have any chance of finding a man to settle down with and marry she was going to have to start working for it though. She could practically hear her biological clock tick-tocking and she'd be positively heart broken if she didn't get her perfect two point four children soon

[thegreat_ashby]

"Et tu, Danica?!" Lew shouted over the music, eyes bugged, a look of betrayal overwhelming his features. Dancing on a table? WITH A CROSS!? And why was she laughing?! This wasn't the least bit funny! Where in God's name was her brother? "What's the matter with you?! Has everyone here lost their collective minds?!"

[vvdanicavv]

"Lew!" Danica beamed, spinning but making sure her attention was on him. She danced like it was May Day, not showing too much off but making sure she was noticeable.

When he yelled at her though, her face fell a little and she slowed, torn. Should she demand that he respect her and give her equal rights or should she admit the truth: that all men were superior to women and that she should obey him? The second option would take the look of horror off his face and then then maybe he'd finally ask her to go steady.

She stuck out her lower lip and blinked huge puppy dog brown eyes at him. "I'm sorry, Lew-Lew. Honey-bunny." Pale arms reached out in hopes he'd help her down. "The book told me to do it. I think it might be evil." She whispered the word, as if the Devil himself might have been listening.

[thegreat_ashby]

He did help her down (Lew was nothing if not a gentleman, after all) but the look stayed. It only worsened when he got a good look at the book she was referring to. "Well of course it's evil!" It wasn't a Bible.

"Danica, if you need a book to give you step-by-step instructions on how to be independent, then that sort of defeats the purpose, doesn't it? You become dependent on that book. That's exactly what they want."

[spd_green]

There were a lot of people coming into the club tonight that Bridge hadn't seen coming into the club on other nights. It was kind of odd, but Bridge just took it to mean that word of the club was getting around and people were changing their mind about it. It was a great place to hang out, after all. He shrugged his shoulders as more smiling faces passed him by, taking down their names, and hummed according to a tune he heard only in his head.

[poison_lipstick]

Bridge was still himself, and for that Saffron was very grateful. She would have let him go on and on about whatever he wanted just to get a little normalcy. Well, relative normalcy, at least. A little ways into the night, she went to check on him, stretching up to kiss his cheek in greeting. "How's it going tonight, sugar?"

[spd_green]

"Pretty good," he answered with a broad smile. He still remembered his conversation with Devon from the other day, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to say or if he wanted to say anything, and even if he did he didn't want to do it at work. "A lot of people I've never seen before though. It's kind of funny that they all chose tonight to come to the club. Funny-huh, not funny-haha. Unless it's stand up comedy tonight instead of jazz and I missed it."

[poison_lipstick]

"No, it's The-Island-Makes-A-Bunch-Of-Folks-Act-Crazy night," she said with a wry smile. "All the new people are probably ones who'd never set foot in here normally. This one's happened before, though it's been a long while. The people affected are acting opposite to how they normally are."

[never_atone]

Male dancers! Just what Briony wanted after a day of everyone she knew being a stick in the mud. She really needed better friends, more exciting friends who had their noses out of books and their minds in the real world. Letting out a raucous whoop, a glass of something strong in hand, she made her way to the feet of the closest dancer, wondering if maybe he wanted a little company.

[redeem_yourself]

There's a certain level of expectation a man has when visiting a strip club; breasts, for one, and watered-down drinks, and to not see the girl he's dating drunkenly leering at the dancers. Especially if the girl you're dating is Briony Tallis.

At first, Nicholas just stares from his place at the bar, wondering if this is a case of mistaken identity. Recalling that it's a day of island shenanigans really doesn't help reconcile what he's seeing with what he's come to expect, but if anything he just looks terribly concerned.

He reckons he really can't leave her like that; she'll be dreadfully embarrassed later.

Leaving his glass at the bar, he crosses to stand at Briony's shoulder and clears his throat, attempting to ignore the male bits gyrating in front of him.

[never_atone]

It didn't take long for Briony to notice the figure at her side, but at the same time she didn't give him too much of her attention. She'd had Nicholas; he was old news. Old hot news, but still old.

But would it kill her to give him some of her attention? She decided no, it wouldn't, and if things didn't pan out with any of the attractive men around here, it was nice to have something to fall back on.

"Hey baby," she purred. "Didn't think I'd see you here."

[redeem_yourself]

"Baby?" Nicholas spits out before he can stop himself. "Baby? Really?" The situation is clearly worse than he thought, although he's not sure whether to be unsettled or turned on by it.

"I come here for drinks all the time," he points out, sacrificing later consequences for the admission for the sake of logic. "I had no idea you were... interested in this sort of thing," he diplomatically finishes.

[scoobys_heart]

Xander Harris was the male headliner of the Catscratch Club.

But even the club regulars could not expect a performance like this. While Xander was good, his performances were still a hair shy, a hair restrained. This was nothing of the sort.

The song had a primal beat to go with the primal nature of the dance. Everything was different. There was a hard edge as he moved, all in hard egdes outlined in hard brown leather that fit like a second skin. Even the gleam in his eye was different, ready to eat you alive, literally, if you gave him the chance. There was nothing restrained about this performance, all wild and rampant. This was pure sex in leather.

It was a sight to behold.

[Hyena!Xander dancing to the Hokie Rock Anthem. I is a happy Hokie]

[poison_lipstick]

Renci de Fozu.

Saffron hadn't seen Xander before he performed, which wasn't unusual on account of her flitting all over the place making sure things were running smoothly and his habit of hiding out. She was upstairs to watch his performance, as always, and it wasn't difficult at all for her to tell that something was very different. She watched appreciatively, and once his performance was over she slipped backstage.

"Honey, that was amazing," she praised, almost purring, and sure she'd already had him, but damn if she didn't want him right now. Even if he clearly wasn't acting like himself.

[Merciful Buddha]

[scoobys_heart]

Xander's smile was all teeth as he matched her, purr for purr. He'd replaced his brown, skin tight leather pants and matching boots, but that was really all. His t-shirt had been lost and he just couldn't bring himself to care. "Course it was." He said, cockily.

[poison_lipstick]

The newfound confidence wasn't really a surprise. Saffron just wished Xander was able to carry a little of that with him when he went back to normal. "Well, you are my top male performer for a reason," she agreed, getting up as close to him as she could without actually touching him.

[alaspoorwarrick]

Helen can say what she wants in whatever language she wants to say it, but, girlfriend, compared to that her butt is jiggly. Compared to that - I drain my second Cosmo and slide it down the bar with a demanding do you know who I am? eyebrow and wait for the next one to hit my hand - Michael Fineass Phelps is jiggly. I cannot stop watching and all the gyrating and twisting, oh honey, bring me a fan 'cos I'm about to pass right out from that hunk of burning man-meat, whew.

"It is just not true that the Big Man don't love Him a queer, because that right there, is a gift from God."

[scoobys_heart]

"Of course it is. A gift from God just for you, boss man." Came Xander's smooth voice as he stalked up to Warrick at the bar after his performance, clad only in his brown leather pants and boots, getting right into the other's personal space, a hand coming up to trailing down Warrick's arm.

[alaspoorwarrick]

"Damn, boy, you are just smoking tonight." Smoking as in someone bring me some water, can't you see I'm burning alive. Whew. "You are so fine." I give him a good once over and, honey, let me tell you I'd give him a thrice over or let him give me. With the way he's touching on me, I'm so there.

[scoobys_heart]

Xander just gave him a purely primal smirk as he moved to stand between Warrick's legs, hands resting suggestively on the man's knees. "Course I am. Only the best for your club right? And I ain't nothing but the best."