Luna makes a dismissing gesture with her free hand, wiggling her fingers in the air like they are flying off somewhere, "There is no need. If you say you are 21, I'll believe you, but just make sure you get yourself some form of valid ID so that if it were to ever become an issue, we at least have proof." Leaning her forearms on the bar, she stretches her long legs behind her, "LA Vegas?" Eyebrows shooting up, "From one big city to the next?" That was more of a passing question, but she moves on to her next, "Any priors or run-ins with the authorities? Warrants? Anyone looking for you that would eventually be a problem that we might need to be aware of?"
Ben isn't forgotten about, but the focus, for now, is on Rune.
The older man, like any older person, has patience and knows when silence is more valuable. He keeps himself busy with his phone and his drink, idly mixing it with his finger while he reads something on the device.
"Oh, nonono," Rune shakes her head, and pretty convincingly, "Other than my parents maybe looking for me as a runaway, nothing like that. I suppose my father was pissed at how I left." A shrug, and with her expression, it's clear that she doesn't much care for that outcome and has few to zero fucks to give on it. "But yeah, I'll get an ID," she says, taking her license and tucking it away. "Vegas was a stop, spent about a year there, is all," is really all she gives, because why burden strangers so nice with a sob story? Ready for more questions, Rune folds her fingers together on the bartop, attentive on Luna.
"What do you know about Satin and Savagery besides that we are a double club and bar?" Luna asks Rune, taking her drink and swirling the amber liquid around in her glass. Additional follow-up questions include scenarios, "How would deal if someone got angry and was throwing glasses on the floor or a fight broke out?" Another question comes directly after that, "Do you have an issue with blood?" The questions might be coming all at once, but Luna was also trying to get a feeling for this girl and who she was, what she could handle, and what she couldn't.
Then comes a reassuring smile, "Don't get nervous by the questions, there are no wrong answers. Just need to know."
Rune shakes her head and honestly answers, "I don't know much other than what he told me," she points a thumb to where Sebastian disappeared to. To the scenarios, she is quick to say that she would leave fights to the bouncers, as she doesn't have much to contribute to people duking it out or thowing things. The blood question causes her to pause, "I... blood?" She gives a glance to Ben, then back to Luna, shaking her head, "Like, does that happen a lot? I'm not a snowflake, but, that would concern me if there are that many fights?"
The mention of blood makes Ben to lift his eyes just enough to face Rune and check on her. He then follows along and sets his glance on Luna."You're talking about Savagery, right?" He asks really hoping that's the case.
Because it seems that Rune knew little about the club, Luna takes the minute to explain to her. "Up here." Gesturing to the room around them, the elegance of it, it was a beautiful club. "Is a VIP's dream. Stripers, Dancers, quiet booths, music, dancing Private VIP rooms, private dances" Luna stops and dismissively says, "A place you'd come for a fun elegant night out with your business partners or even your significant other."
"As for Savagery, that is just what it sounds like. It's rough, fights for fun, and some just because of the people that it brings. Gambling Debauchery of all kinds." Smirking, "I ask those questions because I need to know if I can use you in both places, or you'd be put in an uncomfortable position if something happen in front of you. I'm not really into putting people in terrifying situations."
Watching as she looks to Ben for help or guidance, she further explains, "I understand if either of you ends up not feeling like this is a good fit. I don't like to give people the wrong impression." Straightening from her leaning position she takes the whiskey bottle she'd poured earlier and added more to her glass for a refill.
Rune looks first to Ben, since Luna does, her face registering both concern and hesitation at this new image of the place. Part of her is glad for the challenging question, but still, definitely not what she was expecting. Watching Ben, she clears her throat a bit and says levelly, "Well, as long as you don't expect me," she motions to her 5'2" runner's build body, "to break up fights... shit happens, right? I'm not squeamish or anything, as long as limbs aren't getting hacked off and eyeballs gouged out."
"But if you give me a choice, I think this place," Rune motions to the Satin club, "is probably where I would most fit in? At least, at first."
Ben slides his almost empty glass to Luna and shakes his head after Rune gives her opinion regarding the matter."I have no trouble with blood. Otherwise I'd be a terrible surgeon, right? And, in fact, I'd like to see Savagery at some point. Something about it fancy me." He says and grins, winking to Luna so she can pour more whiskey for him.
Luna makes a face of indifference and then a shrug of acknowledgment. "Ok, so maybe not Savagery if you don't want to see eyeballs gouged or anything like that." Luna could make no promises that it /wouldn't/ happen down there. There is a look at Ben and she chuckles, "I certainly hope you wouldn't be uncomfortable around blood."
Letting out a slow breath, Luna looks back at Rune, "You ok being around naked bodies? The dancers are both male and female and don't always keep their clothes on up here." Again, probing questions to figure out where to put her in the club. "We could start you off with a dressing room assistant, helping the dancers with their outfits and cleaning up when they make quick changes. Helping if they need something held up or tucked in while getting into those costumes"
Fiametta slips into the club, not quite dressed for work yet, but no slouch; it'd defintely be apppropriate for an early-hours patron. A simple black minidress, heeled lace up boots, a large black bag slung over one shoulder, gleaming copper hair tied up in a loose bun. She makes her way unhurriedly, looking down at a phone in her hand and firing off another message or two before slipping it back into her bag. Dark blue eyes catch sight of the group at the bar, and she gives a little finger-waggle wave to Luna, when she catches the other woman's eye, slowing her steps with curiousity, when there's a few telltale signs of an interview in progress.
Rune chews the inside of her left cheek for a moment to Luna's question, then shakes her head. Looking down at her hands, she shrugs a shoulder, "I kind of expected to hear that you were only taking dancers, so I came in sort of expecting that." Looking up and around, she shakes her head, "I'm not a prude, can't afford to be. So I can be whatever you need, I guess. Just not a bouncer."
As Rune declares her allegiance, the doors are flipped open by the toe of a motorcycle boot and in struts the Other Side. Representing Savagery to a tee - or at least, a tank top, hurr hurr, Andreia Lopes is an aggressive vision against the elegant backdrop of the upstairs bar. Oxblood leather pants creak as she makes her way to the bar, running a hand through her carelessly messy hair, tossing a smirk and an upflick of the chin to a regular she's probably either ejected or shared a drink - or both - a few times over by this point. She slows her pace as she nears the group of somewhat-familiars actually gathered around her tall, dark counterpart, and the smirk blossoms to a brief, feral grin...
First, there's a swiping, cheeky hip-bump to Fiametta, and then--
- SLAP* A heavy hand comes down right on Ben's shoulder, and an instant later the Brazilian is sliding into the seat next to him, tipping him a wink. "Knew you couldn't stay away, doc," she exudes in a brusque, smoky tone, "We've got somethin' for everyone, right?" The grin is gone, her face a scowly challenge that belies the tease in her tone. So far, so Andreia.
"Blood, bodies. Blood on bodies." A near-black stare is flipped between Rune and Luna. "Maybe some /new/ blood too? 'sup, Luna?"
Ben grins upon seeing Andi, and then there is her heavy hand on his shoulder and the man doesn't try to hide that made his just slightly unconfortable."I came to see Bash, actually. But this place is really what you said it is. I'm very curious to see the next event." He says to her and then looks at Fiametta. The only face he doesn't know right now. The mature man grins politely to her as he recognizes her as one of the lost ones.
"I am I not here to crush that dream, Rune. If you want to be a dancer, I'm sure that after you see a show or two, if you want to work with one of the dancers or think of something you want to try, I had no problem giving you a spot in the schedule to do your thing. But this way, you get a job now and move into a dancing position once you get a better feel for the place." Luna tells her, watching as the little woman in front of her starts to look nervous, "Speaking of dancers"
Luna looks up from the interview to see Fiametta, "This is one of the best dancers we have." Telling Rune, "Rune, this is Fiametta or Sunstone are as she's known on stage" grinning, reversing the introduction "FI, this is Rune. She might be working here soon." Using this interruption to walk lift the whiskey bottle again she pours Ben a refill into his empty waiting glass.
The familiar thud of biker boots has Luna looking to the door. Upnodding Andi as she steps into the room. "Sup, Andi. You already seem to know the good Doctor." Gesturing her head towards Rune, "That's Rune."
Luna is dressed more casually before work, an olive green spaghetti strap dress that crosses on her back, the length goes to mid-calf but there is a slit on the right side that comes up to her mid-thigh. Black strappy high-heels and her hair swept up into a ponytail lazily.
There's a brief narrowing of her eyes, when someone /hip checks/ her from behind, while she's concentrating on something else. A slight flare of bright embers in her stormy blue eyes--but when she starts to turn, she draws in a breath and almost instantly relaxes. It doesn't change her leasurely pace, though she does /watch/ the Brazilian as she stomp-struts by, concentrating on a certain part of anatomy.
But good naturedly, she tucks a stray tendril of hair behind one ear, and pulls up to the bar a few paces after Andi.
"Hey," she greets those present, eyes moving over Ben with guarded curiousity as well. "How's it going?" But she makes a little face at Andi. "Just no eyeballs. Eyeballs are /gross./" She offers a welcoming smile to Rune, but doesn't interfere with the interview going on. Instead, she finds one of the barstools to perch on, shamelessly eavesdropping instead. "Bash isn't in yet?" she asks, quietly, looking at Luna, and going a little still. There's a small cluster of varied people around the bar, at present. But when she is introduced, and so is Rune, she finds her smile again. "It's nice to meet you. I don't know how much experience you have, but I'm always happy to teach or give pointers if you'd like. But also not offended if you'd prefer to do your own thing."
Rune looks like she might simultaneously burst into a cheer and tears, at the same time but for clearly different reasons! Turning as Luna introduces her to people, Rune erupts into a sunshine smile that certainly reaches her eyes, is quite heart-felt as she nods and gives little finger-waves to people. "Hi!" she offers, collectively. The girl could likely bounce on the balls of her feet, just a little, and probably does. Excitement bubbles from her. Well, that and heart-deep relief.
At the introduction of Ms. Croy, there's a whiplash of a glare shot at Luna, though the initial flood of disapproval dwindles rapidly behind a playful narrowing of the eyes. "'One of'?" She fires back, nailing the quote in place. Dark eyes shoot askance to Fiametta, and there's something like pride in her eyes, beneath all the aggressive posturing. "That's the best dancer in this shithole of a city. And we're the best club, yeah?" That pride doesn't fade, locked into her features as she smiles and shakes her head. "'parrently Bash is worth something too, if everyone's after him. Got a word or two for the pretty boy myself; maybe try the dressing room..."
She trails off, eyes re-narrowing, and /they/ stay like that as she regards Rune with a long, measuring stare.
"That ain't a name," she judges, after a moment, "And she's too happy. We're supposed to be break the new ones, at least a little. Stop at sucking out the eyeballs, though. Unless they're into that. No kink-shaming, little fire."
Swaying her attention back to Ben, she tries her hand at being nice, "How's... stuff? With that guy? Shit all good?"
Wandering in from the main foyer of the S&S, Bren pauses at the entrance to take a discriminating look around the establishment. He is dressed casually in a pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt, leather jacket, and a pair of scuffed 'combat boots' on his feet. After a thorough surveillance of the room the average sized, bald man makes his way further into the room, moving over towards one of the open seats by the end of the catwalk, taking a seat and adjusting to get comfortable and stretches his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankles.
"Bash was here just a couple minutes ago, actually. He left just before you girls come. And, yes. Everything is good, including with that guy. Meeting him later today for dinner. Need to figure out food, though. He's bringing wine." Ben says to Andi before turning his attention to the mundane looking man that goes for the catwalk. But his gaze goes back to those at the bar, all women."Andi. Rune here is my protegee, please try not to scary her off." He says and winks to the big woman close to him. He's far from being completely relaxed being so close to the Wolf, but he looks less mouse scared as before.
"Bash is in the back." Luna answers Fi, "He said he had a few things to do, but I'm sure he'll be out here soon enough. He can't stay away from behind the bar too long, he gets fidgety." She teases. And when the offer to help Rune with her dancing, Luna gestures to Fi for Rune, "See, this is what I meant." Smirking.
The whiskey bottle was still in hand after serving Ben up some, "Anyone else need anything while I'm holding the bottle or something else while I'm back here?"
The look on Rune's face causes her to chuckle, "I think that means she wants the job" because the little ball of energy is just radiating off the bar stool.
Looking to Andi, Luna rolls her eyes with a bit of a matching growl and offered to the fiery response that she is given, "Gee, thanks Andi, I didn't think I did that bad on opening night." The sarcasm was rolling off her tongue easily, knowing full well that Fi was far better than she had been that night. But there was no real insult taken. Not anything they couldn't work out in the ring on another night.
"Who is after Bash?" Luna asks in passing at the mention of people wanting him, "Wanting him for what?" The newcomer gets a look as he walks over to take a seat at one of the tables. "scuse me." She says and sets the whiskey bottle down, sauntering over to Brendan she offers a smile, "Hello, Welcome to Satin." There is a glance towards the catwalk he sat next to, "We have a couple of hours before dances start, But I can get you a drink if you are interested?"
"Oh ho, so that flirtin' of yours still works?" Andi fires at Ben, "Relax. You can't scare your boy off with all that fumblin' around, I won't scare this one off so easy either. Take him for steak," she adds, rolling her shoulders loosely, "Get a feeling big, dripping slabs of meat might be his speed."
To Luna, there's a cursory flinch, a little, aggravated twitch. "'Course he's in the back," mutters the Black Wolf, shooting that gloomy, forest-at-night judgement toward the dressing room. She doesn't linger long, turning back to her more graceful counterpart only to immediately snatch the whiskey bottle that's set down. She doesn't bother with a glass, giving it a thoughtful inhale and then up-ending the bottle for a double glug, hissing an out-breath as she sets it back down in her calloused mitt. Her spiky aura seems to ease a little with this, though not so much...
As from that fleeting touch by the copper-haired dancer. Her posture even visibly eases, as a small tremble runs up into her shoulder, and she tips her head to meet Fiametta's smoky blues. "You know what I mean, Luna," she shoots back to the bar manager, speaking mostly from one side of her mouth as the other quirks up into an entirely unconceited smile. "Seems like the whole town's been on fire after this one struck a match. Puts us on the map. She shines, so do we."
On 'this one', she absolutely lingers, taking another idle swig from the bottle, dark eyes never shifting away from Fiametta. Her tongue darts out, catching an escaping trickle of the heady fluid, and she leans forward a little, grinning. "You'll help whether you're there or not, but I gotta get with Roman, work it out. A few people wandered down and liked what they saw, so... soon, while they're still fired up and missing what they missed up here." As to the name, she appends, rolling her eyes in what's a rarely self-effacing gesture - at least to the knowledge of most. "Just old-fashioned, I guess. Wasn't exactly around for the sixties."
As Luna approaches, Bren turns to face the tall woman. He glances from the catwalk back to her and shrugs a shoulder, "Story of my life, always coming to early." He pauses, blinking as he replays what he just said over in his mind and sighs dejectedly, "I didn't mean that like it came out." He pauses again, shaking his head, "Wow. Ok, let me try this again. Yes, I would very much like a drink. Something strong to at least give me an excuse for talking like an doofus." He glances from Luna over to the bar that contain the rest of the folks within the club before his eyes fall back to the brunette, "Scotch, maybe with a beer chaser? How about food, do you serve that here as well or is it just a liquid diet in this place?"
Ben nods to Andi and them he pays a closer attention to how the wolf acts and how she talks with Fia. Then his eyes lights up and he smiles brightly. Then he leans on Andi direction."I didn't see that coming. Nice to know you carry the Pride flag as well, Andi. She's a good match for you." He says but holds himself with touching the bigger woman. Instead, he just picks his drink back and sips from it briefly.
Luna snorts at Brendan's reply, but she attempts to cover it over with a cough, turning her head away from him for a moment so that she doesn't laugh and controls her professional demeanor. Clearing her throat, she looks back at him and holds up a hand, and dismisses his missteps of words. The humor still lingered in her voice and her smile was a little easier now, raising her eyebrows and waiting for him to try saying something else. "Of course. Any scotch or beer? Or you trust my judgment?"
When Brendan's eyes fall to the bar, "You can come to sit at the bar if you like. Just a small group of friends and employees sitting around. You're welcome to come over so you aren't sitting here all by yourself over here. Most of them don't bite. But a few of us do, if I'm being honest."
Luna leaves the choice up to Brendan as she starts to walk back to the bar to prepare his drinks.
"That's the thing, with puttin' people in boxes," Fiametta observes mildly, "Makes you a little blind to all the different kinds of possibilities. Some things can't be contained into any one thing. They're too...passionate, for that." There's a smile for Andi, and a warmth that lingers in her eyes. But Ben is gazed at with distant and unnerving directness. But as it wasn't her being spoken to, just about? She stays conspicuouly silent.
As quiet as her outward demanor might be, however, the corona of heat and fire that casts Fiametta in an undeniable glow to the eyes of the Lost crackles just a bit, like kindling almost about to catch, and draw more strength.
From that first blunt meeting in the park to Ben now making this direct call... turnabout is fair play, but there are some things you just don't do to a 'hedgehog' that also happens to be a murderous nightmare beast. His comment is innocuous, even friendly, by normal standards, but Andreia shifts explosively away from the doctor - in the way that suggests a brutally-diverted instinct, that she wanted to do anything /but/ shift away. The hand gripping the whiskey bottle tightens enough that the knuckles whiten, and a small crack appears in the thick glass. An alarming detail, to be sure.
But the Black Wolf's breathing is steadied, her mien blurring between a full, growling lurch, and meek surrender. To the Lost in the room, it's painfully obvious how close she just came to a relapse. To the others, a relatively subtle detail, perhaps even somewhat disguised by the drink she swiftly takes, wiping the free hand back across her mouth that very notably /isn't/ full of stained razors made for the ripping, the tearing, and the crunching.
"Dunno if it's like that," she clumsily, and far too belatedly counters, tan skin noticeably paler than before. "Be careful with those boxes, doc. Some of them are begging to be filled, others'll fill up on /you/." And there's the growl, snarling through the undercurrent of her mortal words, as her mien radiates that vicious, humid heat, like roiling clouds of steam.
Her spikes thoroughly exposed, Andi slides from her barstool, turns and slams the half-empty whiskey bottle into the chest of the new arrival - not violently, but insistently. "Hey, newbie. Seat's warm, conversation's awkward. Scotch kicks just the same as it always does. Enjoy."
Then she's midstride toward the back, somehow both aggressively and defensively /prowling/. Maybe she just really needs to see Bash.
The hidden snort causes Bren to chuckle just a little, shrugging his shoulders in one of those 'What are you going to do?' kind of gestures. "I trust your judgement better than mine at the moment."
He glances from Luna back to the bar, then shrugs one of those beefy shoulders with a nod, "Hey, from what I have seen in my line of work sometimes biting costs extra. As long as I ain't being charged for it...what the hell." He pauses a moment to give Luna a head start, watching her as she moves back towards the bar and he can't help but check out her 'assets' as she saunters away. He doesn't delay very long though, and soon enough is standing from his seat at the table, and straightening his jacket and patting pockets to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything at the table before he makes his way over towards the bar.
Upon arriving at the bar, Bren nods to those present and is about to say something when there is a bottle of whisky shoved into his chest. Instinctively he takes hold of the bottle and arches a brow, shifting his eyes to Andreia as she walks away before looking to the others. "Who pissed in her Cheerios?" he says as he sets the whiskey bottle down onto the bar, but not above taking the now vacant seat. "Lady said I could join y'all. 'Sup, aside from..?" he nods his head in the direction Andreia's way.
Ben becomes just a pale, dead inside thingie. Like a scarecrow. His Mantle, to those that can catch it, shrinks and almost becomes null with the explosion of Andi's. Just after several seconds, maybe even a full minute, the man finally swallows and slowly turns to look at Fia. His eyes wide open if he just had seen Death herself. Or a True Fae."I'm...sorry." He murmurs to the cooper haired woman nearby.
Reaching the back of the bar, Luna watches the change in Andi and she watches with great interest, her body tightens and every part of her body stills, locking her eyes on the Brazilian woman before her. Waiting Just waiting and then she makes her threat and Luna can actually feel her body relax. Able to move her limbs again to start pulling the glasses needed for Brendan. While she's doing that she casts a look at Fi and then at the departing Andi.
The "newcomer" or Brendan gets a look of apology for that unexpected outburst and the bottle being shoved at his chest. "First rounds on me.", pulling a better bottle of scotch than the one that was just shoved in his chest, pouring a double finger neat and then sliding It before him, if he wants ice he's gonna have to ask for it, this is just how she serves it.
Turning to get Brendan his beer of her choosing she looks over her shoulder, "Uhhh Introductions and stuff... Ben the Doctor, Fi the dancer, Andi the angry walking away one."
With Andi's reaction, to Ben's comment, Fiametta's direct gaze at at the doctor perhaps grows unsettlingly still and impersonal. She doesn't move to contain the Brazilian woman or in any way restrict her, though with summer's heat retreat, her own fire burns quite cold. "Hi. For what?" she asks to Ben, genuinely curiously, gaze unwavering,, voice still whisper soft. But then Brendan comes over, and her expression shifts closer to neutral. "Sunstone," she introdruces herself. "You gonna stay for the show later?"
The expression on Bren's face reads something to the effect of 'Well this day is getting better' as Luna offers up the scotch on the house, reaching for the amber liquid and swirling it around in the glass to agitate it and release the flavors.
He is about to take a sip when Luna runs the ranks, and Brendan attaches names to all the faces, nodding to each in turn. "Got it. Ben the Doctor, Sunstone the Dancer, Andi the angry one, and mystery woman behind the bar who didn't introduce themself." Bren grins, winking playfully towards Luna as he lifts the glass once again to his lips to finally take a sip.
He lets it roll around on his tongue for a bit before he swallows, "I'm Bren, the detective." He lifts the glass, "Off duty."
"For setting her on fire, I guess." Ben says to Fi before turning his attention to the one he's being introduced to. Now he looks more like himself but there is still some caution on his semblance."Nice meeting you, sir. You can call me Ben. No doc required while we're all healthy and all the blood is contained inside our bodies." He says and lifts his drink in a toast to the other man. Then he turns to look back at Luna."That's Luna Red, the floor manager." He grins to her."Thanks for the drink, by the way."
The beer is poured, its something deep and dark, a porter perhaps. It was Luna's choosing, Bren had given her permission to use her own discretion on the beer. The glass it tilted and poured slowly to not give it too much of a head at the top.
The roll call of people's names is recited, "You're a fast learner." She says, walking the beer over to him and setting down where the scotch had just been, "But then again, you're a detective, so it would make sense you are pretty keen on listening and picking up details." Like the fact that she herself hadn't offered a name. yet. Toying with an idea, "I could leave it up to you to figure it out. See how great of a detective you are. But, you've already a bottle shoved in your chest, so I'll make it easy this time." A brief pause of contemplation, but before she can offer it up there is a brief look at Ben as he answers the question for her. Chuckling "What he said."
Luna stands behind the bar in an olive green spaghetti strap dress that crosses in the back, the hemline comes to mid-calf but slits ups up the right side, opening the dress up to mid-thigh. Strappy black feel make her 5'10 frame closer to 6ft or over and her dark hair is swept up in a ponytail. She's serving Brendan a drink at the Bar, though Ben and Fiametta are there too, all talking together. A small little party looking after stalking away Anderia.
The redhead laughs out loud at Ben's reply, silvery and bright. "Why are you apologizing to /me/ then?" she asks, after she's able to contain her mirth enough to do so. But as he turns away from her, she's content to remain pleasantly perched on the edge of her barstool. But there's still a darkly amused smile that plays on her lips, a little predatory gleam in it for a moment, before she offers a softer smile at Brendan's introduction. "Nice to meet you, Bren." Her gaze flicks to Luna, briefly, her smile warming just a bit more, before she smooths another coppery wave behind one ear.
There's a muted CRASH from somewhere in the back of the building, and then for several seconds the persistent tinkle of breaking glass follows, petering out like a summer storm. This is probably fine.
Aaron enters with a look at the club's interior, the decor, and the patrons within. A long look slides over each person as he sniffs at the air and slowly makes his way towards the bar. He's a tall, powerfully built, tattooed man, that radiates a sense of danger, usually causing weak-willed individuals to feel uncomfortable and filled with dread. That aura matches his look and the whole vibe of him.
Tonight he's dressed in a plain black t-shirt over a gray thermal top with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows to show off his tattooed forearms with dark jeans and combat boots. His hair is neatly combed and styled and with a wave of his hand in greeting, he pauses at the bar and looks at those already gathered, smiling and nodding his head.
Emitting a low chuckle, Bren nods to Luna, "Challenge accepted." But before he can even start to think about it, Ben is there giving away the answer and so Bren just looks to Luna and grins, "Your name is Luna. See, I'm just that good." He grins again, lifting his glass to his lips and taking another sip. He seems to be in the mode to savor it as he waits for the beer.
He nods to the others as the introductions are made, "A pleasure," he starts, until there is the racket and sounds of smashing glass coming from the back. Bren's brow arches up and he starts to stand with the intentions of going to check things out, glancing from Luna to the others "She ok back there?"
He slips from the stool, setting the glass down on the bar and is about to start moving when Aaron walks in and moves to sit down. There is something about this guy puts him ill at ease and his eyes narrow as he watches the tattooed 'punk' take his seat. However, looks and an uneasy feeling aren't enough to do anything about so the cop just keeps an eye on the guy for a few seconds more before diverting his attention back towards the back room. "Someone should go check on her, make sure she didn't cut herself on the glass and is in the process of bleeding out or something."
"Because she'll kill me if I try." Ben says to Fi after introductions are made. The mature looking man than looks to the newcomer and he's far from being subtle about that. The size and the bad boy style of the man catchs his attention."Hi, mister." He says and gives a warm and bright smile back to Aaron. One that exudes confidence, but also, desire.
Fiametta doesn't respond to Ben, her attention is elsewhere. She does, however, slip from her barstool perch. "Don't worry, Bren, we got this," she says. "Besides, you're off duty, aren't ya? No need for you to run back there and see where the magic happens before it's ready." She offers Luna a smile, and then a polite nod to the incoming Aaron, though something about him draws the eye, her eyes narrowing and smile turning that much a little sharper, a little flash of her own teeth. But then she's turning, and walking towards the back, bag slung over her shoulder. It's not a run, exactly, but her steps are a little less unhurried than her entrance.
"Cheating." Luna says simply to Brendan.
The comes the crash from the dressing room, "Fuck" the word flowing out slow and long with the long sigh that accompanies it. "She better not ruin any of the new things that I just bought, or I'm making her go and rebuy them all." Andreia shopping for Luna's pretty things would be a fun show to watch. "I spent too much time picking them all out." Those words were mostly to Fiametta.
Distracted by the noise, Luna hadn't noticed someone else come into the club, but then Aaron appears at the bar with the rest of them taking a pause to look him over, settling on his face she offers him a grin, "Hey, welcome to the chaos I mean, Satin." Gesturing to the bar stools that are open, "Sit back and enjoy the fun. Can I get you something to drink?" Luna didn't look like a bartender, but yet, here she was behind the bar and pouring drinks.
A couple of small dishes with pretzels and olives are put on the counter near Brendan, "I didn't forget you asked about food, there must have been some distractions, we don't serve any. This is the best I can do while you drink."
When Fiametta starts to leave towards the back room, she makes another plea/call "Tell her not to break my shit!"
Slowly retaking his seat, Bren glances from Luna to Fia and nods, though he still looks a tad concerned. He smirks to Luna, "Can't be cheating, we never established any rules. Not my fault the information was given up freely and easily." The detective plucks an olive from the bowl placed in front of him and pops it into his mouth, "Besides, it's not like there was a wager on it or anything. Which is good for you, since I would have won." He grins as he lifts his glass from the table again and sips at the amber liquid inside.
He looks over towards the back room again, "This happen often? Seem to be taking it in stride like it is a common occurrence. Must be hell on your overhead." He snorts, eyes shifting over to Aaron and watching him for a moment before turning back to Luna, "So, this is your place?"
Fiametta blows a kiss to Luna in a salute of solidarity, though it ends in a thumbs up, as she glance over her shoulder again at her reassuringly. And then she tugs open the door to the dressing room area. Which probably means maybe a little more noise as muffled noises aren't quite so, for the few minutes it takes for her to open the door, slip inside, and let it drift shut behind her.
There is a look back to Brendon and when he catches that /look/ he can't help but smile. Aaron is of course used to it and in response, he blows a little kiss towards the stocky bald man before he nods in greeting to Ben. "What's happening?" His voice is low and just loud enough to be heard over the background noise of the club.
"Aaaah, a cop? Makes sense. Don't worry. I won't hurt you... or cause trouble. Just be cool." Catching the off-duty remark seems to have led him to that conclusion as he watches Fiametta move away from the bar. Looking back towards Luna there is a moment of study given in return just as the tattooed man shrugs. "Nothing for me. Is there a dance coming up?" Hooking a thumb back towards the stage he lifts one dark brow questioningly.
"I said something inappropriate to someone and now she's destroying the backroom instead of me, I guess." Ben says to Aaron and turns his attention back to his drink, whiskey and ice, sipping from it briefly. The mature man sounds a little bit guilty and sorry."Welcome to the Satin, by the way."
There's one last meaty *smack* of flesh against something very, very hard, and just before the door closes, a harsh yell in Portuguese.
"Filho da PUTA!"
As Arron blows that kiss towards him, Bren's eyes narrow ever so slightly, but other than that the only reaction is just a bit of a snort and a shrug as he looks to the punk, "If you're cool, I'm cool. 'Sides, you ain't my type anyway." Bren turns from Aaron to drain the last of his scotch from the glass, setting down the tumbler and picking up the beer. "'Sides, as noted I'm off duty. Long as you ain't killing someone in here, I could give a fuck."
Gabe's eyes turn towards the back room again, and he looks to Luna, "That is sounding really expensive. You sure you don't want me to go handle it?"
"You seem awfully cocky, Detective. Especially for someone that admittedly said he usually comes to early." Tilting her head, humor lighting up her eyes, "Most of the time, no one wins in that scenario."
Since she wasn't going to be pouring any drinks she leans back on the back bar and crosses her arms on her abdomen. "Not just yet, we have a couple of hours until our first dance starts. We wait for the later crowd before we start putting all the girls to work." Reaching over, she picks up her earlier abandoned whiskey and takes a small sip of it. "Nice ink." She comments, "I just got on the back of my neck a week or so ago."
Reassured by a departing Fiametta, that girl had this in hand. Despite her earlier concern for her processes, she looks back at Bren and tries to defuse the situation, "No, not really. Just Tempers just happen sometimes." The latter question gets a shake of her head, "No, I'm just the floor manager up here at Satin. Sometimes a dancer."
"No dancers dancing in a strip club?" Aaron laughs and then nods to Luna, waving off that topic. "With a cop trying to run things at the bar?" Trying to keep from grinning to wide at his teasing he adds, "I worry for your business model. But I'm sure the minute you get the dances going that will all fade away." Tapping his tattooed hands on the bar he slips out of his stool then nods in thanks to Ben at the greeting. "I'll come back later on when there is some dancing." Waving to the group he starts to take his leave.
Ben looks as the big man goes away and then he turns his attention back to Brendan."So..." He tries."...are you a private investigator or a cop? I think I got it confused, sorry." He asks trying to make things keep moving.
Letting out a snort, Bren grins at Luna. "Well, that doesn't mean I can't get the job done. I'm not a one trick pony, or there are other ways to skin a pussycat, or insert whatever other inappropriate entendre type phrase you want here. Besides, it's not being cocky if you really are that good at what you do, is it?" The cop shrugs, glancing back towards the back before settling his eyes back on Luna, glancing to her drink of choice and offering his beer up in salutations. "Like, I am good enough to detect that eating a fucking olive while drinking scotch and beer is a really, really bad idea. I do not recommend." He pushes the olives away and picks up a pretzel to plop into his mouth.
He glances back towards the back room, "It's a shame y'all ain't dancing yet. I bet right now that Andi would give one hell of a VIP dance." Shifting his eyes he looks over to Aaron, quizzically asking "I'm trying to run things? What? That's news to me. Probably fucking pays better, though."
He looks back over to Ben, shifting slightly to reach into his back pocket and produce his wallet, which also exposes the gun he has nestled into a holster on his side, and flips it open to show his badge. "CPD. Detective first class. Robbery-Homicide."
"Like I said." Luna says to the departing Aaron, "We wait until actual opening hours to get our dancers on the stage, that's not for a couple of hours. Unless you are looking to pay for a private dance? That can be arranged That would be our VIP room." Raised a brow at his tone and 'worry' for the club, her own tone changing "You're also more than welcome to get on the stage and remedy the issue." Pushing off the back bar and gesturing to the catwalk. "I'll make some calls, see if I can't get you some girls to come in and watch the audition. Might make a few bucks."
Sliding her glace at Bren, "We all make bad choices sometimes." Olives and beer, people suggesting Andi dance while she's breaking stuff in the back room Her mouth upturned on one side in a grin. "
Ben looks at the badge, just after looking at the weapon, and nods."Okay. Got it now, sir. Law and Order." He says, no mockery on his tone, though. It's more like a light joke. The mature man even grins, more to the bar counter in front of him than to Bren. He then sips once more from his drink before looking at the catwalk."Do you have male dancers too, Luna? Or it's just a girls thing."
"Ain't that the fucking truth..." Bren nods in agreement to Luna. "I get to deal with the aftermath of other people's bad choices all fucking day, so I am bound to make a few of my own." He shrugs one of his beefy shoulders and takes another sip of the beer. Glancing down at the glass he looks over to Lina asking, "What is this? It's good."
He looks back to Ben and nods, slipping his wallet and badge back into his back pocket, "Christ, don't call me sir. Makes me feel old. Especially when I am off duty."
He looks back to Luna as Ben asks her his question, "Sounds like, if she was offering that guy a spot on the floor. Why not? Diversify and double your audience. Sounds like good business to me."
Luna watches as Aaron disregards what she said and can feel the hair on the back of her neck rise in irritation, eyes narrowing just slightly before dismissing it all together by the time the door can close.
To answer Ben she says, "We have male dancers too, a couple on opening night here." Smirking, "We like to keep everyone happy here in the club, not limiting just female dancers."
Pulling the bottle that she'd poured for the detective, Luna shows it to him, walking the bottle over so he can look at it if he wants "Balvenie 21-year-old single malt scotch." She says. Then glancing between the other two at the bar, "Yep, you can even ask for a VIP dance from any of the dancers. Male or female." Answering both of their earlier auctions about male dancers and the possibility of getting private VIP dances.
Ben nods and sips as he listen the explanation given by the floor manager."Ho much do I need to pay to go to the VIP area, by the way? Sounds like the fun is all up there. I'd like to check it out at least once." He says and looks to the said area with curiosity.
Brendan grins to Luna. "I meant the beer, but thanks. I'll keep a record of that up in here for the next time I am looking to buy a bottle." he says as he taps his head. Sipping at the beer, he looks up towards the VIP area with it's frosted windows and chuckles slightly, "Nice how you have the windows. Keeps people from questioning what kind if fuckery is actually going on up there. Probably helps keep Vice off your back a bit."
Luna grins, "Well, the VIP section is a bit different it is what is says it's for VIP's, so long as you can get on the list with the owners, you can usually slip on in. But you can't really buy your way in." Just to clarify some things, "But private dances if that's all you really want" pointing out some back section booth, "They come with privacy curtains and they can be closed for you to enjoy yourself." Against this information is said to both. "If you see a dancer you like, just ask to speak with them. The private dances are up to whether the dancers want to do it or not and they set their prices, you pay them. Not the club."
Shaking her head once, "Sorry, been a long morning or is it afternoon or evening now?" Luna shakes her head "It's a local porter from a brewery downtown, we usually have it on tap if you want it again."
Glancing back at the room and noting the glass, "Vice, peeping toms, ect. Gives the VIP's a sense of security that they don't need to hide."
Brendan reaches into the pocket of his jacket and produces a small card case. He flips it open and pulls out one of the cards inside, setting it down on the bar and sliding it across. "Here. If Vice ever comes in and gives you shit, have them call me. I'll see what I can do." He pauses a beat before continuing, "Not that you would ever have anything going on back there that Vice would have a problem about of course because I am sure that this place doesn't deal in that kind of fuckery." He snorts, watching Ben as he leaves before looking back to Luna. "If y'all aint open, don't let me keep you from shit, like checking on your dancer in the back. I can head out and come back some other time, when you are actually open."
A manicured hand slips onto of the card that is slid over to her, Luna smiles softly as she tucks it protectively into the cup of her bra nearest the small strap. "Always good to have a friend on the force. No matter what might arise." Gently she pats the spot where the card had settled.
"If the doors are open, we usually don't turn anyone away if they want to have a drink. They are just limited in what we can offer them until the official hours of operation." Gesturing towards the doors, "As you've seen some have issues with that, some, like yourself, don't mind and so we don't mind them hanging around. Though you should really see the place when it's live at night. The dancers put in a lot of work for their performances." Pointing to the back room, "And Sunstone You do NOT want to miss her routines, the woman is by far the most talented I've ever seen."
The detective watches her slip that card away in her bra, and does his best to not let his eyes linger any longer than appropriate. "Yeah?" Bren responds with a questioning tone, "Well, I will have to make a point of coming back here sometimes when there is dancing. Who knows, maybe I will even splurge for a private dance or two." He shrugs, sipping at the beer in his hand as he looks towards the back room, "And, if you are ever in need of some extra security let me know. I have been known to moonlight on occasion when I'm not working a shift, could find a worse place to spend time in. You know, just sayin'...if you need anyone."
Bren stands and reaches into his pocket for his wallet once again, this time to fish out a few $5's which he tosses onto the bar top. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Luna Red. I'm sure I'll see ya around again sometime. You got my number, call if you need me for anything. I'll let you get back to work, and go check in on your....dancer? Friend? Whatever."
"Probably not a bad idea." Luna sighs at the mention of Andi, "She's the floor manager downstairs." Just to answer Brendan's curiosity. "Thanks for stopping by and I hope to see you around again." Though the tip wasn't necessary, she picks it up and slips it into bar's tip jar, "Thanks" smiling. Picking up her drink she finishes the whiskey and then sets it down before she starts her way back towards the back to check on the rest.
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