Can you swing to that beat?

[Guest]

Pulsating beats with lights flickering all around the room, the atmosphere practically visibly steaming. It wasn't the hippest place to be in town, but at least the DJ knew what he was doing. An imposing man stood at the front door, checking the ID's of those who wished to enter the club. Wasn't like it was their 18 and up night. Above 21 only on a regular basis. The view of those lined up was rather lovely, everyone dressed in their clubbing clothes if not for comfort. After all, once the dancing began, who wanted to feel all sweaty and sticky?

Well, Rebecca didn't care. Sporting some rather stylish black knee-high boots with a bit of a heel on them, a tasteful black pencil-like skirt hanging down to about the middle of her thighs. There was a slight slit in it, the fabric hugging close in all the right places without seeming.... slutty for lack of a better word. Her shirt was a black halter with a purple design of a flower upon it, the section that covered her sternum up to her neck netted which allowed a translucent view to her cleavage. There were a couple of bracelets upon her wrists with simple earrings to match, her short purple hair hiding them for the most part. Flashing her ID with a wink to the man, the mixed woman walked through those doors and up the stairs, the music beating louder and louder with each step.

As the dance floor opened up before her, she couldn't help but find a sly smile rising steadily to her lips. It had been a while since she had done something like this, and it was certainly time to relax and have some fun. She had been noticing some chatter on her information runs, but nothing was confirmed as of yet. So, get fun things in because it was probably going to be a bumpy ride ahead!!

Finding a seat at the bar, she folded her legs and leaned on the counter as the bartender came up and flashed her a smile. "Al'roit, I'll have a.... lychee martini. Shaken, please." She spoke loud enough for him to hear, her bright red eyes meeting his before she turned to survey the crowd. It wasn't too terribly packed yet, but there were enough bodies on the dance floor so there was a crowd. Hmmm.... perhaps she'd join after her drink. After all, normally you went clubbing with friends, a group of people. But that wasn't her style. No, her closest friends were things that ran on batteries and data. And she had been spending far too much time with computers lately. Had to switch it up you see.

Receiving her drink a few minutes later, she flashed him a smile, turning on her stool so that she faced the throng of people. Sipping carefully so as not to spill a drop, the Pirate Spectre smiled to herself in quiet contemplation, a finger tapping to the beat as the sound assaulted her whole body. Least it wasn't like a rock concert.

[Patience Vinrouge]

Ah. The club. It was almost like a second home to her. The loud music and dancing was a comfort. And the people. Oh, the people. She was able to gather so much for her ministrations here as well as find one or two able gentleman to accompany home for a little romp. Patience could hear the bass thumping as she moved towards the front door, ignoring the line. Her red stilettos clicked against the pavement and her black mini skirt hugged her thighs. She flashed a small smile at the doorman as he shuffled to quickly let her in. She noticed he was looking down the front of her black halter top. She glanced backwards at him as she went through the door, letting her tongue dart out over her lips. If no one in the club interested her tonight, she could always take the doorman home... again. The diamond studs in her ears had been replaced by ruby ones and her fingers were glittering with the various rings on her fingers. Her favorite one of the evening was a costume piece of silver with a large red stone surrounded by smaller black ones. She glanced down at it, admiring as the lights from the dance floor flickered off of it. She felt the bottom of her high ponytail brush her back and allowed the tiniest smile to cross her face. As always, she was pleased by her appearance.

She let the overwhelming noise hit her as she entered the dance floor. She moved casually through to the bar, her eyes always watching. Ah, a group of young gentleman off in the corner, all drinking beers and cheering. One or two held promise. And nearby, a lanky man attempting to charm a bachelorette party. Perhaps, perhaps. Patience arrived at the bar, pausing next to a purple-haired woman. She looked towards the bartender, raising her eyebrow once. He nodded and quickly ushered over a glass of their finest red wine. Giving him a nod and sultry glance in thanks, she turned to sit at a bar stool. Wine first, then dancing. She would not have a mess on her clothes. She faced the crowd and sipped at her wine, letting the delicate balance roll over her tongue. It was still early, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be another enjoyable night. And she would have quite a few until Takatori returned. Then the real fun would begin.

[Guest]

21 and up night. Well, she chose a lovely night to go out, didn't she? The young Maiores Verum shook her head and sighed softly, placing a hand on her hip and forcing it out to the side, pouting. Tonight was a rarity for one such as her, a night where she could actually go out and attempt to enjoy herself, instead of hiding inside the confines of her safehouse where it was, well, safe. The platinum blonde hair that hung down her head shook with the same speed as her own head shook, and she placed her hands into her pockets. Geez, she was nineteen, fer chrissakes! She was old enough to look after herself. But no, she had to be twenty-one. She looked over at the bouncer with a pair of red eyes. She loved this bar, and she rarely went anywhere else. So because of that... Too. Bad. For. Him! The girl reached into her pocket and slipped out an ID Card, one that denoted her as being 21 years of age. The ID was flawless, and yet completely fake. She looked at it and gave a slightly gleeful, evil chuckle, before making her way to the end of the line and standing behind the people in preparation to go into the club.

Normally, she'd be wearing her usual white cardie and a long maroon skirt, but she decided to go for something a little more spicy tonight. Instead of her usual clothing, Deirge was opting for, from the ground, a pair of thigh-high, strapped boots. As you went up, you would see the knee-length and flowing white skirt, that was then topped off by a white, sleeveless vest; covered in black lace patterns. On her hands were a pair of fingerless gloves, covering the transmutation circles on her palms. All-in-all, Deirge looked a lot different to how she normally would, right? Right. The girl continued down the line, shaking ever-so-slightly, but still trying her hardest to keep her composure. If she looked like she was hiding something, then she could find herself with the possibility of being sent away. She really didn't want that, because then she'd be waiting another few weeks before she was able to come out and enjoy herself for a night. It had been a little while now, since she was named "Commander Shepard" of Lord Dietrich's Spectre Force. Because of this, she had received newfound funding, and special rights that normal civilians didn't. She just had to do the occasional job, that was all.

The girl smiled softly as she skipped lightly down the line, before finally reaching the bouncer, who simply held out his hand, no speaking involved. She chuckled internally. Common scare tactic. Don't speak to them, just intimidate them with your sheer size and obvious power over them. That was a gooood scare tactic. Not that Deirge was scared, no. In fact, quite the opposite. If anything, this man was a simple obstacle to overcome. If she had it her way, she could easily bind this bastard with her Chains of Heaven and walk in. But, no. Nope. She couldn't do that, right? She had to do this the legal way, and that in--wait, false ID is illegal. That's right. But she haaad tooo! And wasn't it the prerogative of a Spectre to use what methods they could to get the job done? Right. Rightrightright! She nodded internally, as the bouncer silently handed her back her ID. She smiled softly and took it, pocketing it as the bouncer suddenly raised his hand into the air, Deirge not expecting it at all. You know... how she wasn't scared? I lied.

She cringed, and placed her hands over her head, waiting for the inevitable. The rather... dumbfounded bouncer stopped for a second and chuckled lightly, placing the stamp on the back of her hand and patting her on the back with a small smile, "C'mon, girlie. I ain't gonna bite." He laughed heartily and pushed her towards the door, Deirge lowering her arms and walking into the club with a sigh of relief. That... worked. That was just amazing, really. Her footsteps took her into the main room, instantly feeling that bass travelling through the ground. She let a small grin cross her face, and bobbed her head in time with the music, making small motions with her hips and just generally already beginning to enjoy herself. HOWEVER, she needed a drink first. She felt in her pockets. Fifty Quid. Enough for... a few drinks. She'd have the alcohol later; for now, she would at least start with something non-alcoholic, or at least very low percentage. Probably a watered-down spirit or something. There was no real need to get shitface drunk on the first drink.

Every step that she took was accentuated by the beat of the bass, the ground shaking slightly from the feeling of the music. She chuckled at this, enjoying the feeling of the earth below her feet, tilting her head to the side and grinning. Welp, it was time to go to the bar... Her feet carried her to the bar itself, taking a seat on one of the stools, near to another girl, who was ordering a... martini, it seemed. She laughed to herself, and waited for the girl to receive her drink, so she could order her own. When the bartender spoke to her, she smiled at him and spoke in her calm and bubbly voice.

"Straight Gin and Tonic~" She smiled and placed the cash on the counter, "Extra tonic, please." The bartender nodded and took her cash, went away for a few seconds and returned with a glass of clear liquid, placing it on the bar before her with the change. She smiled softly and picked it up, taking a small sip and chuckling lightly. There was no need for any worrying about drinking tonight, even if she had just said so. She giggled to herself and looked out over the crowd with sultry red orbs and a smirk on her face... Strange, though. The girl next to her... struck her as familiar.

[Spotlight]

Heart thumping Bass bumping music dance and women were what many thought of when they went clubbing and Alex was no different. He was about to enter the club when the doorman stopped him showing him the fake ID. The fake ID was flawless or so he was told. He had deccided it best to try it here then on somewhere important. The door man looked at him and the ID and he got in with a approving nod as the doorman handed him back his ID and let him in the club. 
As he entered he got a few glances around. He saw the people dancing and thought about joining after a drink or two. But as he got to the bar he decided to take some notes for his research. Taking out a small composite notebook he scribbled a few notes on how the clubs music affected it's attendees. As he put the book away the bartender came over to him to ask what he wanted to drink. A simple glass of rum with ice will do for now thanks. he handed over some of the small amounts of Cretan cash he had as the bartender got his drink. Reading over his coded notes a moment he sipped his rum savoring the flavor as he drank. He than put his notes away as he looked down the bar and saw a few women sitting down. He shrugged and continued to drink his rum. He decided to strike up some conversation seeing as there was nothing better to do turning to the two women closest to him he said Hello there you two what's up?The two closest to him were drinking as well one was drinking what looked like Gin and tonic and the other a martini. He gave a small smile.

[Guest]

Well well, it was getting somewhat busy now hm? Observing the various new arrivals, her eyes rested on the blonde girl first who sauntered in with her white skirt, sipping at her martini as her brain kicked into overdrive. A file. Codename: Commander Shepard. A fellow Spectre. Raising a delicate eyebrow, Rebecca turned her attention to the captivating beauty that sat down near her ordering the red wine, soon matching how she was sitting once her glass had been given. She seemed rather thoughtful, and yet.... the way she watched the crowd. It reminded her of a predator weighing its options of which prey to pounce upon, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A person to be wary of. Resting an arm over her lap, the other continued to hold her glass, debating which of the ladies near her she might speak to. Might as well be pleasant right? Besides both had caught her eye, especially Deirge. It was not wise to seek confirmation, not in a setting like this. At least, it didn't seem wise to her. Besides, she could probably just delve deeper into the files on her fellow operatives. Best to know who they were at least in case she ever ran into them on their work.

The song changed, cheers rising up from the crowd as they recognized the song, some of the people switching up to allow for resting or for air. It was growing rather warm in there. Hmm... maybe if she hacked into their system she could adjust the a/c to be more accommodating... Noooo, she should behave. Finishing off her glass, she placed it down gently behind her, turning slightly towards Patience while flashing her a friendly smile. Be wary of that one. Or was she just being unfair? She found her own eyes returning to those that were at the club once more, finding a couple of men that pleased her eyes. "Seems loike slim pick'ins tonoight..." She muttered, wondering if the others could hear her.

Suddenly another voice had spoken up, drawing her attention to the boy that was apparently at the bar as well. Now his face she also did not know. Hrm.... and he looked a bit young to be here. Or perhaps it was just her? Now now, be friendly. " 'Allo there." She clasped her hands together, tilting her head slightly as she wondered how she should answer. Well, if ye wanna get technical, the ceiling." Chuckling, she turned her attention back out to the mass of sex on the dancefloor, sighing at the new fad of dancing. Ew. "Jus 'anging out mate. Enjoyin' one last noight. Wot brings you 'ere?"

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience sipped at her wine delicately, already pondering whether this would be her only glass of the evening. She kept her eyes trained on the dance floor, although she did feel a shift next to her. The purple-haired woman smiled at her. Odd. Did she give us the persona that she wanted to be friendly? She must not have been trying hard enough. But... being polite could have his benefits. It was always an opportunity to observe her mind and gather some supplies. She gave a tiny smile in return. She hoped she appeared friendly and watched as Rebecca turned her head back towards the crowd as well.

“Seems lokie slim pick'ins tonoight...” Patience hears perked up and chuckled dryly. “I suppose it's all a matter of what you choose to pick.” Although in her way, she did have to agree. At this point in the night, the pickings were indeed slim. If she was lucky there would be more coming later into the night. If not, she would manage. She listened as Rebecca turned to speak to the young man nearby. She gave him a glance, her lips going up with the tiniest sneer. Too young to be in here tonight. And therefore not to her taste. Her face once again a mixture of complete control she took another sip of her wine, her eyes following a few different men on the dance floor.

[Guest]

A small, satisfied sigh left Deirge's lips as the drink poured down her throat. So good! She hadn't had a proper drink in for-ever~ That made this drink of her's a welcome one, that was for sure. She smiled softly, and when going back to place the glass onto the table, heard a soft voice speak up, her red eyes flitting towards Rebecca when the girl spoke, a little curiosity in the orbs from wondering exactly what she meant by that. For Deirge, who wasn't really... knowledgeable about men... thinking about "slim pick'ins" held to actual meaning to her. She shrugged lightly and turned back from the bar, staring out over the crowd. There were one or two cute men.. but meh. Honestly, she didn't actually care..

"Hello there you two what's up?" Hnn? She turned slightly towards him, looking him over with cautious eyes. If there was one thing that this Mairoes Verum could tell, it was that he was young. What was that statement again? Uh... she'd heard it uttered by someone before... 'Young, Dumb and full of...' Gah, what were they full of? It just ELUDED her! She shook her head and clucked her tongue softly, leaning back on her seat and placing elbows on the bar, looking up at the ceiling and watching some light filter through from the moon's glow.

"The moving Moon went up the sky. And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside." Her voice was barely a whisper, speaking a soft poem from slightly pursed lips in the language that she used to chant for her Alchemy. Anyone who understood Creig would get most of it. She slid a hand along the bar and tapped at it with her fingers for a little second, waiting for something to be said. Yeah, she should probably say something first, but that would mean actually acknowledging his existence. Ugh. Women were far easier to deal with than men. Except Elesia. You couldn't deal with a bitch like that, no matter how much ammo you used.

"'Allo there." Oh, there we go. Finally, the woman next to her spoke. A rather quaint accent at that, too. Was it Creig, by any chance? She really couldn't tell, and it didn't bother her to the point of wanting to ask. She continued to simply sit there, studying both the purple-haired and the newcomer with wondrous eyes. She had never really seen many people, so this was rather new for her.

"Well, if ye wanna get technical, the ceiling." She couldn't help herself. She raised a soft hand to her lips, placing the side of it over and giggling softly into it; not hiding the fact that she was laughing at something so stupid and obvious. She didn't know why, but she just found that really funny. With a small laugh and a shake of her head, she finally opened her mouth to actually speak to these people, closing her eyes in order to give them a kind visage for her face.

"Or the moon. Depends on how far you look." A brief nod, and then the other woman spoke again.

"Jus 'anging out mate. Enjoyin' one last noight. Wot brings you 'ere?" Hmm... That accent was rather difficult to understand. It wasn't annoying, no. Rather cute actually, for an accent like that. There wasn't anything like that sort of annoyance though, no. It was just... difficult, for lack of a better word. She understood it, but she felt that she could understand it better, if that made it any better in the sound of her head. She sighed softly, turning a red eye to the voice that came from nearby. That voice was different. She didn't like that voice. She didn't like that voice at all, and actually sneered slightly; if only a little, and not very visibly. However, that lasted for but a half second, Deirge turning back to Alex and smiling at him.

"I'm just trying to keep myself entertained. Don't get to go out for myself, not often." She laughed softly and stretched, finishing her drink and placing the empty glass onto the bar with a small 'nya~' sound leaving her throat. It appeared that things would look more interesting tonight than she thought?

[Spotlight]

"The moving Moon went up the sky. And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside.
He listened to what she said. It was in a dialect of creig he knew that so he went up and said. Very nice poem there. Did you write it yourself? he smiled again and listened to what the other person had to say.
"'Allo there."

Well, if ye wanna get technical, the ceiling."
"Or the moon. Depends on how far you look."
He laughed a bit at their responses and gave a sincere smile. He then drak a little more of his rum. He scanned the dance floor a moment the girls here were decent he had seen better.
"Jus 'anging out mate. Enjoyin' one last noight. Wot brings you 'ere?"
same as you.
"I'm just trying to keep myself entertained. Don't get to go out for myself, not often."
great. Hows the day goin so far? the now nineteen yearold alchemist drank some more of his rum wanting to light up all the while.

[Guest]

It was funny how when one person began to speak, everyone else chimed in. Like little birdies. Someone just had to break that ice.... She could feel impatience beginning to twist in her stomach, suddenly wishing that she had just spent the night at home without anyone there, alone with her computer and the net. People were awkward, SHE was awkward. The hell did she know how to interact with others especially in a setting like this? She wasn't necessarily adventurous, not in the way that she thought was required of such a place as this. Maybe she should just go and get started on her work before heading back to the ship in a days time.

Shrugging lightly to Patience on her left, Rebecca sat up a bit straighter and ran a hand through her bangs to ensure that they stayed out of her eyes, vaguely listening to Deirge saying something in.... Creig was it? She could hardly say she was surprised since she suspected most agents spoke at least every language of every major country. She probably should work on the fact that she didn't know Drachman at all... That was mildly important. Especially from what she was noticing on the net. Mission briefings would probably be sent soon, at least if she didn't get a job while she was here for the brief time she would be. All for the good of many right?

"Precisely Shep." She murmured, wondering if the blondie would catch what she had done there. Sliding off of her stool, her ears perked up to the various sounds nearest to her as she allowed her mind to zone out. Take it all in.... deep breath..... Glancing towards the boy at the counter, she merely raised an eyebrow at him, well he certainly wasn't trying to hit on anyone that way. Small talk could only go so far in any conversation. "Oh jus dandy. Got'a mind yeself though, never know when lost details moight catch up with ye." She shrugged and walked towards the dance floor, getting intercepted by a rather lovely looking man. Dark hair, light eyes, cut but not too bulky.... He at least had the looks.

If someone like that asks you for a dance, you might as well dance right? A laugh rose from her throat as he suddenly spun her and drew her close, Americano blaring through the speakers as the cries rose up around her. And so the pair danced. She was a pirate for a reason! Ok.... multiple reasons, but that was beside the point! The MAIN point was pirates knew how to have fun. The people of Creta? So many were such sticks in the mud. So proper, so dignified, they didn't know how to let loose and roll! Deirge might be an exception... She did seem like a very cheerful girl, so maybe there was hope for her yet. Or was it just an act? In the end it didn't really matter did it? So without a care in the world, she danced with that handsome man that held her, the lights twinkling off of her crimson eyes.

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience finished her wine as Rebecca turned to the two younglings nearby. She mentally shrugged to herself. Good, she wouldn't have to talk more than necessary. She placed her empty glass onto the bar and the bartender immediately moved to her, gesturing if she would like another. Shaking her head, she reached into her shirt, pulling the small wad of cash she kept tucked in her bra strap. She smiled as he followed her hand as she pulled out a five, sliding it across the bar at him. Sure, the drinks were discounted for her. Practically free. But it never hurt to tip the bartender. Then he'd be sure to tip you back. She replaced the cash slowly, watching as his eyes continued to follow. He glanced up when he realized she was watching but didn't look ashamed. Instead he just raised an eyebrow, making a motion to the watch on his wrist. He then flashed her 10 fingers, before pointing towards the “staff only” area of the club. With a small smile she nodded.

Gracefully rising from the bar stool, she moved towards the group of young men she had noticed upon first coming in. They grew quiet as she moved into their circle. She glanced at one in particular, extending her hand. The rest of the guys began to whisper as he followed her onto the dance floor. She moved until she was against him, front to front. As the song picked up the beat she slid down the length of his body and back up, swaying her hips. The whispers from his friends grew into cheers as Patience turned so her back was now to him. He got the idea and placed his hands on her hips, moving to dance behind her. Patience allowed a dangerous smile as she danced with him. She was going to meet the bartender in the back in 10 minutes for a little fun. And she was testing the waters to see if this guy had what she wanted for later. This night was looking up by the minute.

[Guest]

Very nice poem there. Did you write it yourself? Ah... he had understood that poem? That was a dialect of Creig that was very rarely spoken in this world, in fact it was rare for anyone outside of the Maiores Verum to be able to udnerstnad, and she was pretty certain that this young man was not Maoires Verum... She shook her head slightly, and sighed softly looking at him with inquisitive eyes. No, no, she had to focus on other things beside that, it was unimportant and therefore unneeded in her life. The girl watched the woman beside her speak in response to her quote, with eyes that widened slightly from it all.

"Precisely Shep." Heh. She knew who was being referred to, giving a knowingly cute smile before turning back to the boy and watching him with confusion as he spoke. Strange, there was somethign about him that he couldn't place, and didn't really like. Meh. Maybe it was just her, but he seemed... Amestrian. Again, she didn't really know, nor did she care, instead just motioned to move past him and follow the Quarian to the dance floor, smiling softly as she watched the big bulky guy take her for a dance. Deirge chuckled, maybe she'd try to garner herself a dance with this mysterious, violet-haired woman as well? It would offer her a chance to talk, that was for sure. As they moved through the dancefloor, Deirge Brunestud felt the beating of the bass in the bottom of her stomach, and felt the movement of the mosh in the area around her body. Oh, how she loved this. All of it. Her dancing was getting faster, a few men moving in to dance with her as well, but her body moving around with them and moving away, staying in visual distance of Rebecca, her hands in the air and a general look of enjoyment on her face.

Her feet moved gracefully around the ground, and her body shook in happiness. This feeling... she'd never give it up for anything else, because Deirge Gealai Brunestud was someone who wished enjoyment in the world. To be able to have a night like this entranced her above all, you know? Because... she never got time like this to herself. However, she felt sorta sorry for the boy at the bar... that sorry was washed away into the general mix of the night...

[Spotlight]

Alex looked as everyone left to dance. sighing he took another drink. his mind began to wander as a girl caught his eye. she sauntered over to him and invited him to dance as he threw back a shot he shrugged and went. she danced like the rest of the crowd and he went with it for obvious reasons. reason one he was drunk and reason two he finished his real objective in coming here besides the hands on research. he was gonna take full advantage of the hands on wherever it led him. he listened to the lyrics of the song they played and laughed a bit. they were idiotic at best. the music did move him though and as it did he mentally wrote down some notes hopping he wasnt gonna forget it. The girl took a break and he got a drink. a few more shots and he forgot all about what he was supposed to be doing and let loose and enjoyed himself.

[Guest]

As the song swirled, she clapped at the right parts with her partner, the man rather charming and possibly as goofy as she could be. Huh, maybe she should investigate this matter further..... The song wound down, and portions of the crowd went to get a drink, her partner included. But he took her hand with the back of his own touching her palm before he kissed the back of it softly, his eyes never leaving her own. My my.... a proper gentleman who knew how things had been done in the Renaissance. A smile spread over her lips as he was gone, leaving her wondering at the possibilities. He certainly had caught her intention now.

But that was besides the point as he vanished like a ghost amongst the swarm of people. Cocking an ear to the song that was now playing, rather surprised to find it was an honest to god techno song. Clubs never played that stuff ever so it was a welcome relief. And it was rather amusing to see how a bunch of people seemed rather confused as to how they should dance, one group of friends laughed as one of their companions did the robot. Of course. There was always at least one. She moved to a more open spot, finding that Deirge was right there with her.

The men near the young girl raised an eyebrow as they looked at her, but she merely smirked and reached for her compatriots hand, twirling them away from those hungry boys. "Ladies choice lads! Be'er get used to i'!" Laughing, she danced crazy with Deirge, her purple hair whipping this way and that. She knew how to dance at a rave. "So, sneakin' inta clubs the new thing?" She murmured loud enough for her to hear, but not too terribly loud. She was rather curious to see if the blonde haired girl was here for business or pleasure. She assumed pleasure at this point. But you never knew if there might be a target within the confines of the room or something.

[Patience Vinrouge]

Patience enjoyed dancing with the man for the next few songs, chuckling quietly as she felt something hard begin to form against her hip. As one song changed over, she glanced at the bar to see that the bartender was making his way over to the staff area. She slowed in her movements, sliding her arm back around his neck, bringing his head down closer to hers. She murmured in his ear that she had to step away but when she came back, she would be interested in taking him “out.” And maybe some of his friends too. A little private party. His eyes were wide as he nodded enthusiastically. As she slipped away from him, she watched as he ran back to join his friends. As she sauntered off the dance floor she saw a good group of his friends nodding and grinning. Good. Her after-club plans were settled.

She slipped through the crowds of people, opening the door that read “STAFF ONLY” in bold letters. The hallway was dimly lit, doors leading off into break rooms and offices. A storage room door at the end of the way was cracked open. Ah. What a clever sign. The sound of her heels across the tile floor echoed in the hallway as she made her way to the door. She pushed it open slowly, stepping inside. She let the door shut behind her, closing the room in total darkness. She leaned backwards against the door, her fingers finding the lock. She twisted it shut, hearing the click. That was when she felt it. A larger body pushed flush up against hers, hands roaming her body. With a delighted sigh she began to undo the bartender's pants. Time to make the most of his little break.

~~~~~

Twenty minutes later, Patience returned from the staff only section, her face flush and the tiniest of smiles on her lips. She made her way over to the group of men she had found at the beginning of the night. She moved to stand in the middle of them again, cocking her hips, one hand on her hip, the other reaching out. “So boys, who's ready for the after-party?” The majority of them nodded, grinning. She led them out, knowing exactly where they were headed. Ilium Casino, third floor. That way all the boys could have some pleasurable company while she made the rounds. Ah, a good night indeed.

[EXIT THREAD]

[Guest]

BUMP

[Guest]

She was enjoying herself, among all things. This place was nice, and as Deirge moved, she found several watchful eyes taking a gaze upon her youthful looks. She chuckled and gave them all her own look, but not really taking much notice other than that. A lot of these men didn't interest her, y'know? She laughed to herself, voice being drowned out by the pumping music, and a small smile licking across her face. She moved faster and faster, her body getting more loose and limber as she moved throughout the small area that she was in. It was always the little things that interested her, the feeling of the bass flowing through her body, the sound of the feet stamping on the ground, voices making their movements throughout it all, and yet... there was something missing, at least in the heart and mind of the Magus of Alchemy. The bass was beating in tune with her heart; the sounds of the songs of the dancers making her feel like her head was on fire, but there was still something that she couldn't sense in this all. Hm. Maybe it was just her. In fact, it was probably just her.

A hand gripped her's, and Deirge prepared to recoil from any possible man that was going after her. She didn't need to be flirted with tonight, she'd rather it just not happen. With a soft sigh, Deirge looked through the flashing lights and smoke in order to see who had just gripped her hand... and blinked. It was the violet-haired woman from before. Why had she? Was the woman the one that had called Deirge Shep? Yeah, it was. That meant that this woman was either a Spectre, or someone who knew a lot about the Spectres. Most likely the former, but once could never be sure. With a smile crossing her face, she allowed herself to be dragged along by Rebecca, seeing the rather disappointed looks on the faces of the men, poking her tongue out at them and only just making out what Rebecca said to them.

After having herself dragged away by Rebecca and watching the girl dancing her way through it all in front of her, she couldn't help but move in a more "rave-like" fashion herself, laughing softly at the movements that Rebecca herself was making. As they moved as a pair, Deirge heard Rebecca speak to her, and blinked. Did she just say that? It seemed like a murmur than anything else, and directed at her, so, y'know...

"So, sneakin' inta clubs the new thing?" Creig? She could do Creig. The girl looked up at Rebecca through a pair of red, confident eyes. Obviously, the girl knew more than she let on, didn't she? The very fact that she knew that Deirge was younger than 21 was a testament to that, of all things.

"Heh... What can I say? I like to have fun, and it just so happened that my night out fell onto here. Love the place, would rather not go somewhere else~" She winked at the woman with the head of violet, and backed away a little, giving some space in order for them to continue their dance, yet not basically be right up against each other. Not that Deirge would mind... but it seemed that there would be a bit of a strange age difference within the pair. She gave a small internal laugh, and closed the red orbs in order to let the beat take over her body, moving her feet in unison with the music and the beating of her heart/bass...

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Unce unce unce unce unce... They might as well have been listening to dubstep! Not that she really would have complained. Sometimes that was just perfect for everything. Talk about dancing crazy! The elder spectre could see that look in Deirge's eyes, and she had to admit, it was a good look for her. Then again, she herself had always been a bit oppositional defiant. So she couldn't help but like to see it in other people. Go against what you've been told! For no other sake than to do it! Hehe.....

Her response brought laughter to the air, the violet-haired woman twisting as she smacked a hand away behind her. Raising an eyebrow to the boy (yes, he was a boy) behind her, she merely smiled rather sweetly and waved him onward with a follow up chuckle. "Hey, you will catch no complaints from me. I'm always one to promote the pursuit of fun Commander Shep. Worlds too serious anyways." She noticed how the girl moved away but continued to dance, inwardly raising an eyebrow. What must be going through her mind right now? It wasn't exactly normal for such events of this evening to occur, this she knew for fact.

A vibration. Perking up, she slowed in her dance and pulled out her phone, noting that it was a private number attached to the text message. She knew what that meant. Something had come up. Her delicate purple brows furrowed and she sighed lightly. "Catch ya on the flipside Shep. Tali Zorah has things to do." She smirked and gave the underage girl a two fingered salute that was rather discreet, weaving her way through the crowd to the door. A couple was making out in the stairwell, but she didn't really care, only moving past so she could get out and to her car. Universe never waited to be saved! It was a shame too, she didn't really know any of the people that she might have to work with as a Spectre. Sure she knew random people that were good to know, but that was about it. Not all were of a reputable sort, but what could she do?

Her heels clicked against the pavement as she felt her phone vibrate again. Then again. It was a call this time, placing it up to her ear as a cold wind blew her hair back, some of her bangs clinging to her slightly sweaty forehead. "Tali Zorah vas Normandy speaking." She answered softly, pulling out her keys as her expression remained rather relaxed. Bring on the work, meant she could get moving again!

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