Movie Night Theme Night at The Catscratch Club

[poison_lipstick]

During the time the club had been open, Saffron had gotten many a suggestion as to what to do for theme night. Often, the suggestions were movies, something she had done in the past - in fact, the very first theme night had been a movie. It seemed a little restrictive to her, though, in that if she hadn't gone and watched that movie on Lloyd's

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[angriestman]

He's not wearing a costume and, honestly, he's not really there to see anyone dance, either. He's there because Rachel's there, but he's got a seat in the corner, an old crime novel open on the table in front of him and a drink at his elbow. His hat is resting on the table.

Every so often, he glances up, looks at the stage for a long moment, but then, inevitably, he goes back to his book.

It's a pretty pleasant way to spend an evening.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron smiled when she saw Raylan and went to greet him, her skirt lightly brushing his arm as she went by. "Evening, cowboy," she said with a friendly smile. "Can I get you a refill on your drink?"

[angriestman]

He pushes out of his seat when she steps up, raised right (by Helen, at least). He's shaking his head as he slips back into his seat. "I'm good, thanks, Helen. Got a few spare seats if you want to take one fo ra while, though."

[poison_lipstick]

She was supposed to be mingling and serving patrons like a good club owner, but Saffron reckoned one of the perks of being the owner was the ability to sit a minute if she wanted, so she pulled up a chair. "You don't seem terrible interested in the entertainment, Raylan," she pointed out. "Just here to support your girl?"

[captainjack]

Jack split his time between the jazz club where it was fairly low key and upstairs where it had a real party atmosphere. He smiled at the familiar faces and made time to talk to the staff. And of course he swung by to see Helen's outfit. He was dressed in as Bogart from Casablanca. When Helen had said 'movie night' it was the first and best film that came to mind. He really doubted he'd ever get Logan to dress as Ilsa...

[poison_lipstick]

"What's the famous line from that movie?" Saffron said as she came up beside Jack. Not all men could pull off a white dinner jacket, but he was definitely one of them. "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world - something like that."

[captainjack]

"...She walked into mine," Jack finished. "Logan keeps trying to convince me of how good Easy Rider is, but Casablanca will always be my favorite. You look good...I read the book but I never saw the movie."

[poison_lipstick]

"Easy Rider? I don't think I've seen that one," Saffron replied. "It's the other way around for me. Saw the movie, never read the book. I don't really look all that much like the Queen of Hearts, I really just liked the dress." Not even Joan would have been able to pull off looking that fat.

[scoobys_heart]

When he'd heard it was movie night, Xander had first thought of Jame Bond. Oh how awesome it would be to serve the patrons of the Club in the sleek and sexy tux of the ultimate secret agent? And he wasn't even on the island anymore so it wouldn't be weird!

Of course, after five tries at trying to get the clothes box to give him a tux, Xander had just about given up the idea. Still he'd though one more try couldn't hurt...but instead of a tux the clothes box had given him something even more epic.

That's how a stormtrooper came to be wandering around the club, drinking drinks with the occasional playing at ordering people around in his best stormtrooper voice.

When it came time for him to go up on stage, he even had the perfect song.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron didn't even need to see his face to know that the stormtrooper was Xander; she could tell by the way he walked and how he carried himself. She was smiling, bright and fond, as she went up to him. "Now I'm sorry I didn't dress like Princess Leia," she said. "You could have arrested me for aiding the Rebel Alliance."

[scoobys_heart]

"Anyone could be a Rebel Spy, even you, your majesty." Xander replied in his best military voice as he managed a small bow in the hard plastic suit. "Do you think I need to arrest you? Perhaps a strip search is necessary?" He was kidding...mostly.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron slid a palm down the center of his breastplate and put on her best wide-eyed, innocent look. "Who, little old me?" she said. "I just wanted to play croquet. Maybe order some beheadings. Do you think a strip search is necessary?" She wasn't completely sure whether or not Xander was serious at all, but if he did want to strip search her, she wasn't about to object.

[capable_of]

There were some theme nights that Lex embraced more then others. He realized the irony that he'd embrace Drag Night over Movie Night, but he was at least playing along as he tended bar down in the Willows Room.

He was dressed in a suit that usually he'd never be caught dead in. But it gave him the perfect costume. When people asked him who he was supposed to be, he could just answer, "Lex Luthor, of course." It helped having an alternate version from a movie.

[poison_lipstick]

Saffron gave Lex a puzzled smile as she took in his costume. "Who are you supposed to be, honey?" she asked, not recognizing the gaudy suit she was sure he wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole normally.

[capable_of]

"Lex Luthor, of course." He said with a sly grin as he kept mixing one of the ordered drinks.

[poison_lipstick]

She laughed at that, light and amused. "Lex Luthor?" Saffron echoed incredulously. "But there's no way you'd wear that normally. Is this supposed to be some alternate universe version? You with no fashion sense whatsoever?"

[abbysciuto]

Abby wasn't on duty on Saturdays, but she loved the theme nights, so she usually showed up, either in costume or not.

Tonight, it was not, well, not exactly. She wasn't a classic movie character, but she was Bettie Page since Bettie was a character and caricature of herself at times. The box had given her something very demure and yet not at all demure and she was enjoying the dichotomy.

She settled into a table with a glass of whiskeyish and watched the dancers and her fellow employees. It was a nice way to spend a Saturday night.

[red_ponytail]

"You look gorgeous, Coffee Bird, but I'm not sure who you're supposed to be," Bill said, coming up beside her, his helmet tucked under one arm. He leaned down and grinned briefly against her lips before kissing her hello.

[abbysciuto]

Abby smiled and returned Bill's kiss easily, tilting her face up to him happily. His costume was pretty good, but she wasn't really sure who exactly he was either.

"Thank you, Coffee Guy. I'm Bettie Page. She was a pin up girl and sort of actress in the 50s in the US. Most of her outfits don't have this much fabric. Who are you?"

She scooted over a little on her plush bench so he could sit down. It would be a tight squeeze, but that wasn't usually a problem with Bill.

[red_ponytail]

Bill sat down next to Abby, having to put his arm around her since there wasn't much room, which he didn't mind at all. He was between sets, so he had a bit to sit with her. "I'm King Leonidas, from that movie 300," he answered. "Not an entirely historically accurate portrayal, but entertaining anyhow."