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Post by Everyone Else on May 16, 2011 4:04:24 GMT -5
The laser show was over, the audience applauded and the performer took a bow as the lasers spelled out his name on the clouds of smoke above him. Then the music changed to the club beat, resuming the party evening.
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Post by Havok on May 16, 2011 4:30:21 GMT -5
As the show ended, Alex, too, applauded the performer and then turned once again to Violet. "Let's go dance?" he suggested, remembering that she'd mentioned it when they had walked in but when the show had started they had stuck by the bar.
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Post by Shade on May 16, 2011 6:52:31 GMT -5
Shade had been glancing over at Gambit. They had agreed earlier to be around on their own for a bit and she was fine with her. She also noticed though, that the body language of the female he had been talking to, while he seemed inconspicious, was obviously flirty. The way she got up, she way she tossed her hair, typical signs. She didn´t know much what to make of this. There had been their conversation at Hudson River which had been added to her expanding memory by now, about his habits with other girls - which she had learned to live with and accept, even though she had never liked it much. Shade-with-a-memory had learned it because she had also been aware of his marriage, seeing herself in a way as one of the women he slept with and keeping it hidden from another. She had also accepted it because the first few months of their own relationship had taught her that sex and emotions did not necessarily go hand in hand for Gambit. But Shade now did not have the full scope of that, did not remember the beginnings yet, even though she recalled what it had been like when he had not been returning her feelings yet.
For her right now, it was different. That part of him had been added to her memory, a memory she didn´t really like, but it had been added when she was already aware of his feelings for her. After what he had done for her and with how he treated her, knowing that they had a kind of open relationship had been an unusual, bewildering thought, but it had made her understand the difference in their attitudes towards sex more easily than it had been back then. Still. She would let him. She might even drop a remark later. But she did not like it much.
She raised an eyebrow at the young guy who had followed her to the bar, the thought that she could easily get other people to sleep with her as well if she wanted - as if the thought was any benefit, let alone her style. She snorted inwardly. "Can´t hurt to ask," she remarked with a shrug as if he had asked about a regular drink, then ordered a cocktail.Quite untypical for her.
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Post by Avalanche on May 16, 2011 7:07:35 GMT -5
Lance shrugged as well and leaned over the counter. "Hey man," he yelled to the bartender over the music, "a pint of blood for the starving monster!"
The bartender gave him a nonchalant nod and after a while place a glass of red drink. "Bloody Mary," he replied. "They're hard to catch so they don't come in pints."
Lance raised his glass and stared through it at neon light. "Bloody useless world to dominate," he remarked before drinking some of it.
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Post by Shade on May 16, 2011 7:12:49 GMT -5
Shade took a sip from her cocktail and turned around, leaning agaisnt the counter. Gambit had disappeared somewhere into the crowd and for now she didn´t think about what he was up to - much. It was a nice evening, the music was good, the light show was awesome, so ... it was a nice, normal night out. Something she hadn´t had in ages. That thought definitely felt good.
"All a matter of what you make of it," she replied over the music.
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Post by wallflower on May 16, 2011 8:30:47 GMT -5
"After another drink I'll take off the coat. Then I can be Superman," ::Odin promised her with a smirk. He would still be a Clark Kent/Superman hybrid because of the glasses, but nothing could be done about those.:: Now that the show was over, it was a little easier to talk. "And, even though Clark Kent doesn't, does Superman dance?" She asked, knowing that her attempts were useless. At least they were having a conversation. |
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Post by gravity on May 16, 2011 8:43:35 GMT -5
As the show ended, Alex, too, applauded the performer and then turned once again to Violet. "Let's go dance?" he suggested, remembering that she'd mentioned it when they had walked in but when the show had started they had stuck by the bar. Violet nodded eagerly and stood up, then realized what a spectacle it would be in her costume. She wasn't going to let her discomfort stop her from having a good time, but she still turned to Alex and said, "Take it easy on me, though. I feel like I'm falling out of this costume." As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized there should have been more planning involved, but there was no going back, so she laughed at herself. |
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Post by Havok on May 16, 2011 12:17:08 GMT -5
Alex could think of several responses to that, none being too innocent, and he hadn't even drunk anything yet, it was just the excitement from the party and the music. He told himself to get a grip. "Don't worry," he said, taking Violet by the hand to lead her to the dancefloor, "you'll be fine."
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Post by Gambit on May 16, 2011 12:26:00 GMT -5
Betsy was well aware of the game and skill recognized skill. She, too, was enjoying every moment of it and moved as he directed her. "I like movies... and music... and observing people," her British accent made the last phrase sound more stern and formal than it might have otherwise, and as she spoke those words, she met his eyes. She knew from experience that the combination of her rebellious purple hair, her racy choice of dress, and the formality of her accent was appealing to most men. "What about you?" "I'm a player," Gambit replied, leaving it as ambiguous as it sounded. He already had an idea where to take the girl - he wanted to do something more original than to end up in one of the rooms upstairs, and there was just the right place to be original. |
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2011 12:28:31 GMT -5
Betsy smiled and replied, "Fair enough." He continued to guide her through the crowd and she had no idea where they were going. She'd never really explored the club thoroughly and it was exciting to be headed somewhere new.
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Post by Avalanche on May 16, 2011 13:13:08 GMT -5
"All a matter of what you make of it," she replied over the music. Lance looked at her and leaned closer, speaking over the music. "Honestly, this sh*t is too heavy for a party night. I can be philosophical in the morning," he pressed his hand to his chest, as if he'd swear on it, "but I'm just here to have fun," he grabbed the Predator mask and held it up next to his head, smiling innocently, "we both are." |
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Post by Shade on May 16, 2011 13:22:39 GMT -5
Shade was about to remark something along the lines of whether what he had just said about mornings was supposed to sound ambiguous, but then decided that it was too obvious a question to bother with it. Instead, she gave him a look and half a smirk, drinking from her cocktail. "So what kind of funare you guys usually after?" she asked.
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Post by Gambit on May 16, 2011 14:02:09 GMT -5
Betsy smiled and replied, "Fair enough." He continued to guide her through the crowd and she had no idea where they were going. She'd never really explored the club thoroughly and it was exciting to be headed somewhere new. They crossed the dancefloor and Gambit lead her towards the back of the club, the zone of private dance shows and small burlesque stages. Mirage had asked for a job two years ago. Her ability was to visually manipulate the surroundings; when she danced, she would change the color of her skin, play with lightning effects, create make-believe greenery and water whirlpools around herself, stuff like that. She was an excellent dancer, too, which she also enhanced with her powers, and she wasn't a stripper - she didn't have to be. She worked with several clubs; Gambit had been so fascinated by her skills that he had made sure she'd keep a regular schedule at the Hellfire Club, by offering her a very nice paycheck. He lead the girl into a small dark room, empty except for a sofa and a small lounge table. The only light in it came from a full-height glass window, hazy and fluorescent, as if from a neon-lit fishtank. Behind it, was Mirage, currently merely a blueish-purple female form with bright snowflake-like specks in the air around it. She was dancing to the music that was also audible in the room, creating erratic flashes of dim light running over the walls and the floor, gradually changing her color scheme to green and aquamarine hues. |
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2011 14:26:04 GMT -5
Betsy was impressed with the small, private room. "You never realize how noisy it is out there until you're away from it," she said distractedly, walking toward the window to gaze at the woman dancing behind it. "She's amazing," she said quietly. She felt as if he'd done something special for her, which was probably not the case, but it meant he was very good at this.
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Post by Gambit on May 16, 2011 15:41:17 GMT -5
"She is," Gambit agreed, lowering his voice accordingly. "Her name is Mirage. She's de secret gem of dis place."
The dancer's small stage was open to four viewing rooms, with the three always reserved in advance to watch the skillful beauty perform, and with the fourth one always kept vacant for unexpected special visitors. Gambit considered this to be one such case; in the recent months the occasions when he had been able to visit a special event at the Club and to have his own private entertainment there had been practically nonexistent. His developed feelings for Shade notwithstanding, he wanted to have some NSA fun every once in a while.
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