City of Shadows Mux City of Shadows Mux

Grand Opening of Satin
Players Fiametta, Sebastian, Imoen, Luna, Javi, Razi, Ji-Ho, Ashlyn, Nick, Rachel, Felipe, Darwin, Abi, Misha, Marigold	2022.08.28 The grand opening of Chicago's premier adult entertainment club gets underway.
Content Warning: Implied and tasteful nudity. Fiametta is one of the many dancers on the floor, rather than on the stage. Her fiery hair glimmers under the low lights, swept up in a bun and secured with a clip with fluffy white feathers on it, her pale skin almost pearlescent. Clear platform heels add a good three inches to her height, and from a distance might well make her look like she's walking on air on tiptoes. A semi-sheer lingerie style robe swirls around her as she walks, the hem hitting just above her mid thigh, and decorated with maribou feathers too. Though she's not taking orders, she's there to assist, guiding people to find seats if they wish, voice soft in almost a whisper that one has to lean in to hear above the hubbub. It’s early in the night, but the bar is already deluged with customers and standing in his usual station behind it, Sebastian is loving every second. Dressed in a midnight blue modern cut tuxedo, the shawl collar of the jacket is fashioned out of a darker complimentary shade of silk and adds a light sheen to the presentation. A black bow tie around his neck hangs loose and undone, along with a few buttons on his vivid white dress shirt, but it carries a rakish rather than exhausted or hurried air. For those who can see beneath the Mask, he is impossible to miss. Surrounded by a silver-white corona, he serves as a soft beacon of light amidst all the chaos and noise. Orchestrating everything with a team of fellow bartenders, he is all easy smiles and handshakes. Despite the carefree demeanor, his strange colored eyes are on a constant slow scan of all around him. Imoen arrived early to the party, not least of which because she needed to do a few last minute touches to her makeup before the main event. She had been sitting in the dressing room with her compact and a few tools for gussying, but now busies herself hopping between tables and bars and other miscellaneous surfaces re-wiping them down with a small white hand towel for the upcoming grand opening. The place must be spick and span and clean enough to eat off of! Somehow, she even looks mostly sober, very little redness to her generally red-rimmed silver eyes - or perhaps it's just covered up by her gradient black to red eyeshadow, subtle blush, and red lips? In any case, she went for the simple and - comparatively - easier selection for tonight's attire, wearing a low-cut and ruched apple red bodycon minidress with shoulder and upper-thigh skirt ruffles. She wanders around on black block-heeled ankle boots, and clearly appears as a waitress when one notices the thin cords tied high on her waist to capture a small black apron. While perhaps not the most overtly thematic ensemble, she still bears a golden bead choker with a single golden angel wing resting on the hollow of her throat. As people begin filing in, Imoen hurries to hide any evidence she had been cleaning, stalking towards the bar and offering Sebastian the hand towel. She leans against one side of the bar and smiles warmly at the newcomers, waiting until they trigger her arrival upon settling into a seat and asking for refreshments. She gives a glance to Fiametta, beaming excitedly, and awaits the true start of the night. Considering the bustling activity, it's not long before she's withdrawing a pen from her apron and hurrying to sink into the depths of the crowd. Opening night. No -- GRAND OPENING night -- is an exciting and terrifying thing for any business keen on turning it over the red and into the black one day, someday--eventually. And it is clear Satin has pulled out of all of the stops. The music thumps loud and fervently through the sound system, setting the stage for a night of (classy) debauchery as both men and women in tantalizing attire glide across the floor dressed as angels and devils complete with faux wings and tails, horns, and halos. Some are content to show more skin than less, bodies dusted in glitter and promise. Others leave it to the imaginations of the patrons they tempt and tease toward a more wild -- and spendy -- time with coy smiles and shy whispers belied by faux innocent down a path that no doubt will leave them rocked and breathless. No vice is turned away, nor any virtue left off the table. The side stages and even the cage, with its pole above the bar, boast gyrating bodies as the music thumps and bumps as the lights dance playfully across skin and costumes alike. No acts have come to grace the main stage as patrons filter through to find their seats or mingle in pairs or trios. Though, the sensation of something building looms high on the air, whispers about the acts -- those dancers -- who are to grace this state tonight and show Chicago just what Satin has to offer. The music lowers just enough so that the booming voice can make the introduction that "Moonstone" will be taking the stage. When the selected song starts to play, Luna (or Moonstone) puts on her brightest smile and takes long strides to the center of the stage. The woman has transformed into a sparkling desire of the night, her dark hair curled and left down, adorned with a rhinestone tiara made up of crescent moons and stars. Royal blue painted eyes are shaped into a wing tip, followed by double parallel lines of black and silver glitter eyeliner, which seemed to match her silver glittery upturns lips. The words of the song start and her knees bend so that she can sway her hips to the right, then coming back to the center, she does it again swaying to the left. The white feather boa wrapped around her shoulders slides down her arms and she moves the feathers in time with her hip movements, then covering her royal blue and silver-tone bra. Jewels clinked together and swished as she moved her body. That intense gaze of hers was focused on the crowd and watching their reactions. Everyone got her attention and she smiled from those at the tables to those at the bar. Javi is the sort of person that probably enjoys going to the openings of clubs in general, but he's //definitely// not going to miss the opening of this one. So, here he is, and looking pretty sharp -- not //suit// sharp, but club sharp, and certainly dress code appropriate in a black button-down shirt with razor thin pinstripes that shimmer a //tiny// bit when they catch this or that light, black pants, and dress shoes. He's looking pretty upbeat as he gets down and looks around, craning his neck a little as if looking for someone. Well, he's not very tall, and so it probably takes him longer to locate things than some people. However, he manages it soon enough, and a grin lights his face as he starts toward Fiametta. "Hey! Looking good, girl," he says when he gets close enough to her to be heard. There are business suits, and then there are /occasion/ suits. Razi has plenty of the former, and it's what he's more often seen in, but he actually /does/ also own the sorts of suits that may not be suitable for the office in the conservative industry that is law. Tonight is one of those nights, and he arrives in a slim-cut suit of heathered purple, light shirt, dark tie. It's a touch more stylish than his business norm, at the very least. His gaze scans the crowd as he begins to wind his way through, glancing over towards the the floor when that introduction comes. His brows sweep up a bit, but then he's looking back through the crowd until he can find -- ah. He actually spots Javi first, but then Javi proves a reliable path to Fiametta. He doesn't bother trying to shout; he just makes his way over. "Hey, Razi," Ji-Ho calls from behind Fiametta's shoulder in that 'oh, Ji-Ho is here, too' kind of way that never quite clarifies exactly _how long_ he has been here or _when_ he arrived or _who_ he followed on his way over. He's just there, catty-corner to Fiametta and Javi as someone who is easily overlooked in the mix and churn of the crowd until all of a sudden he isn't. He's dressed dark: black, black, black, with only his face as a pale circle to those unable to see it too is yet just another shadow. Fiametta smiles as Javi draws near, reaching out to gently brush the fingertips of one hand to his elbow. In her heels, she's probably looking down at him, though only slightly. "Javi!" She says, delightedly, the remote and distant angel-face dropping for a moment. "So do /you/," she says, arching copper brows, leaning in to whisper something. And when she sees Razi in that wake, her smile surely would light a torch or two. "Go find a seat," she tells them, after giving Razi a not so subtle and playful thumbs up at his suit. When Moonstone takes the stage, however, her eyes turn towards the lovely dark haired woman that's just commanded the stage, dark-blue eyes luminious in their excitement, and indeed, she does wave back from the floor, blowing a kiss for luck. Arriving for opening night is Ashlyn, but she doesn't come alone. She strides in with Nick at her side, and then pauses to look around at the crowd. It's a strip club: That's certainly not up for debate. She gives a small smile to Nick at her side and then tips her head further into the room, one arm reaching out to lace through his elbow. "Should we find a table?" Taking the towel from Imoen, Bash begins to absently fold it while staring down at the waitress with friendly amusement, "do I even need to mention how great you look?" Bending his long frame down before breezing off to speak to any new arrivals, he beams a smile and says with simple sincerity, "I'm proud of you. You are going to do amazing." On his way towards the center of the bar, he tries to catch Luna's gaze as she ascends the stage. Offering a reassuring wink, he playfully waves off anybody trying to get his attention for an order. With faux exasperation, he glances at the persistent and gestures towards the stage with a playful frown that seems to convey, 'why are you not watching this with me?' Whatever Fiametta whispers to him has Javi's grin getting, if possible, even wider -- apparently his face is capable of it. Somehow. He flashes her a thumbs up in reply, before he turns just in time with Razi's arrival. "Wow." His gaze drops, then makes its way up him again at a speed that's not //too// slow, but not particularly fast, either. Appreciation speed. "Nice suit." And then: "Hey, Ji-Ho." His eyes shift past Razi's shoulder to the all-in-black-shadow-man -- though of course he doesn't see the shadows. He doesn't say anything else, since the show has begun, but he does gesture to the both of them after Fi's suggestion, tilting his head to one of the tables with raised eyebrows in invitation. Denying himself his more normal attire, despite what his desc says as the player is to lazy atm to write it, he has instead aspired to a more business casual. A dark black jacket and pants with dark gray slender pinstripes over a royal blue button down shirt complete with slicked back hair. Taking Ashlyn's arm with a small chuckle, he nods his head and says in his deep baritone "Of course my dear." Leading his arm candy for the evening towards a table he pulls out a chair for Ashlyn to settle in before taking one beside her to enjoy the evenings entertainment. Rachel is already here, though it'd be entirely understandable to have missed her in the sea of fancy dressed patrons. She's around a cluster of mostly young folks, college age, though a few older, who have come in together, talking in clusters and showing a clear social bond of somesort amongst them, all well dressed if not expensively. Herself, Rachel is wearing a black black one-shoulder mini dress that curls around her body in a swirl, leaving a cutout at one hip, with an accent stripe of dark purple following the flow of the fabric, and high heels. Her hair is artfully arranged, her eyes shadow, her lips a dark red. And she is //vocal// with her appreciation of the performances on stage, whistling and calling out where appropriate as Moonstone dances and sings, and quick to applaud between acts. Clearly having a good time by her grin, and due for another drink soon. As the song for Moonstone's set begins, Imoen smiles brightly and watches her go with excited glee, hopefully prompting the audience with a brief clap of her hands. Noticing Javi enter the establishment, she takes a few steps in his general direction, but notices him approaching the redhead. So, instead, she glances over to the stage and the hypnotic hip-swaying motions of the dancer. Blushing through her foundation, she grins at Sebastian, "thanks. You know, for just wearing a dress, this took longer than expected." She shifts to more fully face the bartender, "you don't look half bad yourself. Very suave. The loosened buttons were a nice touch." She blushes even deeper at the compliment, offering a shy dip of her head. When she sees people settling down, she shrugs her shoulders with a nonchalance she doesn't entirely feel, and states, "wish me luck." With that, she turns about and rolls out. Striding to the table where Ashlyn and Nick wait, she withdraws a tiny notepad from her apron to join her pen, and smiles a bright smile of greeting. Cheerily, she chirps, "good evening! Welcome to Satin. I'm Imoen, and I'll be your server for the evening. Have you been here before? I can certainly get you a menu if you'd like to see your options?" The music continues, and the black chair is dragged out to the center of the stage, a peacock blue rhinestone crystal, and a flower 5" high-heeled platformed shoe is set down on the seat of that chair. Luna leans over her long leg and slides long nails over the sheer black thigh-high stockings that she wears. Licking her lips, she bites on her lower lip and rolls her head back. Straddling the chair, a moment later, her back to the crowd, the flimsy jeweled G-string that is her bra's matching pair, giving the crowd a night view of the smooth-skinned globes of her ass. Rolling her shoulders one at a time, rocking side to side. The boa that had been around her shoulders is pulled through her fingers and then thrown onto another part of the stage, disregarding it completely from her body. Just after that, her grip on the back of the chair tightens and she bows backward, a hand slips from the back of her chair and unclasps the back of her bra. The movement of swinging her body from right to left slides the bra upward and exposes her breasts. Pulling herself back upright once more. She makes a look of false modesty as she wraps her arms around her chest and fallen bra. A long leg is lifted high into the hair and sweeps across the air above her head as she turns herself around in the chair. Facing the audience once more she falls forward, the bra slipping off her arms and into her hands. Tossing her head back up she winks into the crowd and snaps her body up, tossing the bra onto the stage behind her. Right on time The song stops and the dance ends. A smile is given to the crowd before she makes her way backstage, picking up that dropped bra on her way. "What're you laughing about?" Ashlyn asks, giving Nick a sideways squint. She plunks herself down at the table, settling into a chair and stretching her arms up above her head briefly. When Imoen arrives, she flicks her eyes over to focus on the other woman. "Oh hi," she greets with a smile. "I haven't been here before. I'm not sure about him." One hand rises, hooking a thumb in Nick's direction. "A menu would be good, thanks. And I'll just have whatever beer you have on tap for now." Razi carefully adjusts his tie, as if it needs straightening, while under Javi's inspection. "Ah," he says. And then, "Thank you." His smile comes more effortlessly with Fiametta, though, in the way of long-familiar family. He almost moves as if to set a hand on her arm and kiss her cheek, when he stops partway. "Ah, I shouldn't muss you." Alas. He blinks, not quite /startled/, but something, at Ji-Ho's sudden appearance. "Ah, well--" But things are beginning, and Fiametta is giving him instruction, and so he dips his head. VERY WELL. Felipe slips through the front door and glances around as he waits for his eyes to adjust to the light and find any familiar faces before he sets off for the bar to order himself a beer and then leans there, spending some time people watching further. A rueful smile on his face as he glances at his left wrist, checking on the time before planting that hand on the bartop while he waits. Ji-Ho gives Fiametta a sidelong look and a smile: a spot of brightness, even for someone who thinks black is the only thing that could possibly be fashion. "Have fun," he says after sorting through a few possible variations: good luck? is that BAD LUCK? break a leg? IS THAT WORSE LUCK?! He sticks with the safest, fun, and then slides in after the other boys with his eyes on the stage as he murmurs to them. "I think it'd be the other way 'round," Fiametta teases Razi. Glimmer might not look too bad on his suit, but still. Her smile softens as they start to look for a table. She gives the trio of Razi, Javi, and Ji-Ho a finger waggle wave as they move off, but her attention is quickly draw back to the dancing cage above the bar. She watches Moonstone's performance, raptly, though shortly after the song stops, she starts to make her way from the floor towards one of the side stages, disappearing into the staircase well. Nothing to see here! Darwin had hyped himself up to come out, to be social like he /said/ he would, but now that he's here, he looks like he might pull a Ji-Ho and melt into a puddle. Mostly for the music, each thump making him twitch and jerk. He's not in layers of jackets this time at least, sporting a forest green vest over a white shirt with rolled up sleeves. He might've even styled his hair. Moonstone's performance manages to draw his extended attention, at least long enough to prevent him from reading the club's rules for the fourth time. As /soon/ as he spots familiar faces he slides in next to them, wordless. Luna's routine finished, Sebastian joins in the applause before looking back to his customers and spreading his arms in a magnanimous gesture to indicate they may indeed resume orders. Beginning to fulfill them with practiced ease, he never stops chatting the entire time, somehow staying in the balanced pocket of neither rushed nor slow. Spotting a somewhat familiar face in Felipe, he heads over in his direction and extends a hand, "good to see you again. Sticking with the dark stout?" Luna's preformance earns wild applause and whistling appreciation as it concludes from Rachel, as well as many of the group she is in the midst of. Moonstone's, rather. "No, I havent been here before either. A menu would be amazing yes. Whatever the lady wishes and a Bourbon...neat please to start." Nick smiles at Imoen before offering a nod of his head in thanks, then turns his attention towards Ashlyn and grins. "Why wouldnt I laugh dear? I do enjoy going out on the town with you. Why wouldn't I be entertained with you on my arm? Besides, we dont get to do grand openings often. May as well enjoy it, hmm?" All eyes seem to turn upon Luna as 'Moonstone' as she works through her set. A few loud wolf whistles are heard from patrons getting into the tantalizing tease the woman provides for them. A tease that has its perhaps desired effect in the form of a rain of money that comes at first at a slow pace from those closest to the main stage -- folded bills and cries for more from those bolder patrons as the music and the show ramps upward. The money comes, dotting the stage in appreciation for 'Moonstone'. There are eyes everywhere, though, servers and the occasional bouncer working the floors always looking out for the comfort of the performers, those who seem like they might be getting too rowdy, discouraged with a softly whispered word or steely look, depending on the requirements for handling. At the acceptance of his choice of table, Javi nods, too, and takes a seat, waving to Fi as she moves away. His eyes return to the stage to watch, and he joins in the enthusiastic applause easily when Luna finishes, before he does another quick scan of the room. It catches on Darwin, and his eyebrows raise as he lifts a hand again to wave, even though the other man was already on the way there. When he slides in, he says something more quietly to those at the table as he settles back to continue watching the show. Rachel is among those contributing bills to the Moonstone Appreciation Fund. From her booth near the stage, she sends several bills sailing gently towards it. Imoen bobs her head agreeably at Nick and Ashlyn, "certainly. Menu, Bourbon, and beer on tap coming right up." She smirks at the thumb-hook towards Nick, before skirting towards the bar and waving lacquered digits at Sebastian. "Have a menu I can borrow? Still getting used to what exactly we have on offer to begin with. Also, one beer on tap and a Bourbon, pretty please." As Luna ends her set, she offers a whistle and more claps of appreciation. As Sebastian gets the drinks underway, she heads towards the group at the private booth. She halts before the table filled by the four men and inquires, "why hello there. You boys want some refreshments while you watch the stage? My name's Imoen, and I can get you whatever you need." Felipe turns his head and smiles as he nods his head. "Dark stout, porter, yea, that's pretty much my go to unless I'm getting drunk. And I'm not getting drunk tonight, well not yet at least." Then another nod. "Thanks for remembering. And it's a good crowd isn't it? More than I figured would be here at least." "Because you're a smartass," Ashlyn tells Nick with an amused snort. "And you sometimes laugh at things before I've caught the joke." Self-deprecating or not, Ashlyn doesn't seem upset. She just grins over at her tablemate and shrugs. Then the conversation is getting a bit quieter and she leans over to speak to Nick, eyes narrowing just faintly at Luna. The cheers and the shouts after Moonstone's departure cause her to pause at the side of the stage and peak around the curtain for a minute. The money thrown onto the stage is gathered by someone and brought backstage to be given in appreciation to the dancer. A few moments later, Luna comes into the dressing room, still in clothing that she had just danced in. Confidently striding towards the bar, she is stopped by a person here or there who compliments her, and she nods her head in thanks. Her eyes were darting around the room, seeing all that was settling into tables and smiling at them. When she gets to the bar, she walks around it. "Are you doing ok out here, Bash? Do you need a hand or do you have it under control?" Luna checks in with him, watching as Imoen darts from table to table to get the drinks started for newly seated tables. "Oh don't be like that, its a nice night and we're here to have fun." Nick laughs softly, folding a hand over his lips to hide the smirk as he continues to speak "If nothing else, at least you should enjoy the fact that at least with you I explain the joke." Arching an eyebrow at something, Nick just shakes his head and leans over to give Ashlyn a soft kiss before leaning back in his chair. Beaming a good natured grin down at Felipe, Sebastian arches an eyebrow, "moderation? In this place? I think we can do away with those limits for at least one night." Grabbing a glass he begins to carefully pour the requested stout, nodding happily, "very good crowd. We had so many coming in and out during the soft opening that it didn't take us by surprise, thankfully." Placing the man's drink before him with a smile, "I'll keep an eye out for when you get low and let me know if you want something more elaborate." Hearing Imoen, he starts in on the beer and bourbon next, nodding at one of his fellow bartenders to get a menu for the waitress. "Think of the menu as a sort of strong suggestion. If someone has a special request, it's all good, just come to me." Finishing up those drinks he leans into Luna once she is close enough, "everything running smoothly so far." Placing a hand down on his colleague's forearm he bends down to whisper something. Eyebrows lift in an expression of pure innocence. "Be like WHAT?" Ashlyn then sticks her tongue out at him as he not-so-successfully hides that smirk. Oh yes, she's onto him. "But yes, you do explain the joke. Eventually." There's a soft puff of breath as she exhales, leaning over and returning the kiss before settling back in her chair and turning her attention back to the stage for whoever appears next. "Give it up for 'Moonstone,' ladies and gentlemen!" Another round of cheers and applause follows as Luna saunters off stage and toward the back. As the music shifts and fades, the 'appreciation fund' for Luna gets tended as the lights shift and fade. The music turns back into some lively pop music that follows the theme of 'Fallen Angels' as some 80s song has managed to find its way into the rotation of the night. A few moments into the song, right at the second repeat of the chorus, enough time apparently passed to allow serves and patrons to cool off between acts, the announcer's voice booms back to life, "Our next performer hitting the stage this evening is 'Violet'!" The announcer's voice drops playfully, "Don't let his name fool you, though. He's hardly shy!" The music changes then into something dark and decadent as the lights shift and change again, and Violet, a handsome and rugged-looking man with an angelic smile in a devil's costume, complete with a halo resting above his curling horns, makes his way onto the stage. The cut of his outfit leaves little to the imagination as he moves and gyrates toward the pole and begins his set, a forked devil's tail dancing behind the sway of his ass. Felipe nods as he takes the beer and makes sure to find a tip jar to drop a few folded over fives and a ten there before he pushes off, sipping the beer and beginning to roam the space to get in more people watching and find a place to sit thats less central. Upon taking the orders from the slightly more private booth, Imoen journies to the bar while occasionally glancing at her opened notepad. Once she's there, she relays to Sebastian, "looks like a beer, sparkling water, Old Fashioned, and Pacifico." As she says this, she picks up the menu. "Oh! And here." Something shines between her fingers as she extends it over to Sebastian. A credit card? Listening to the bartender's advice, she replies, "that's...honestly a relief. I was afraid I'd have to memorize it all. Ok, be back in but a moment." Setting a glass of beer and bourbon on a tray, she begins heading towards Nick and Ashlyn. Luna looks to Felipe, a familiar recognition ignites as the beer is delivered to him, "Welcome back." She says to him, just before he wanders off away from the counter. Looking back around, "It looks like you have everything taken care of back here, let me know if you need me to come to help out." She tells Bash, stepping away from him, she bends and starts looking around, "I could have sworn I put a jacket back here for after. Maybe I left it in the dressing room." Walking back around the bar, "I'm going to greet some of our guests." "You know exactly 'like what'." Innocent is overrated. Nick just chuckles before shaking his head as he turns his attention back towards the stage and grins, "See? You get your eye candy and I get mine. I think this is going to be a fun night...and just because I may take my time to explain the joke to you doesn't mean anything dear. I think you're trying to imply something and I am afraid you are just mistaken." As the song wends on, complete with dramatic light changes as pieces of that devil costume begin to litter the stage, Violet's saucy demeanor only seems to intensify. His eyes seek out patrons to lock stares with, playful at times and aloof at others. He grinds to the music at places as his hips lock and roll, giving teasing turns to highlight parts of himself that were once unseen and now become very much present. He keeps it tasteful, not a fully nude show -- but the man has an ass to rival Captain America's, and he knows it. And he works it just so. That devil's tail swishes as his back turns to the room, his set starting to wend down, but the cries for 'more' and no few phone numbers shouted by eager patrons, all culminate in a shower of 'appreciation' in the form of those dollar, dollar bills, yo. And before long, Violet, with one last shimming shake of dat ass, struts off stage, but not before giving one last smoldering look over his shoulder before the lights fade to black. Whispering back and forth with Luna before she breaks away, a constant grin on his face, Sebastian begins to shrug out of his jacket with an amused smirk. "Did you mean this one?" Holding it open for her to slip on, the sleeves are going to take a great deal of rolling but up close it is pretty clear that the shades of color found in its fabric match the dancer's outfit. Gently smoothing the fabric, he gives Luna a once over and grins, "back to professional now." Imoen's new series of requests are heard in the background and he breezes into action. Eyeing the credit card, he smiles at the young woman's enthusiasm, "were they opening up a tab?" Beer, sparkling water, the brown bottle of the Pacifico are all seen to in short order but he takes his time with the Old Fashioned. Peeling a long ribbon from an orange, he gives it a tight twist over the glass and doesn't so much place it inside the glass as drape it in an even spiral. The glass is hidden beneath the bartop for a moment and wisps of smoke begin to gradually emerge. When everything is set aside for Imoen to pick up, the tumbler is now filled with a swirling, misty display. While many of the people at and around Rachel's booth are wildly appreciative of Violet's talents, and happy to contribute their hard-earned cash, Rachel herself offers mostly polite applause and a whistle or two. <spend> Fiametta spends 1 (-1 points) of her Glamour pool, for Enchanting Performance. +--------------------------+ Fiametta rolls 10 Dice +--------------------------+ Roll: Presence +Expression.Dance Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (8 4 7 2 6 3 9 9 8 3 1, Rote: 3 10 1 7 3 5) +------------------------------------------- exceptional success! (public) ----+ "I didn't" Luna trails off as Sebastian offers his jacket to her, but she reaches over the bar to take it from him, "But it'll work." Slipping the coat on, she does have to roll up the sleeves of the jacket many times just so she can use her arms. "I'll dry clean it for you later, Bash." she says and winks at him before sauntering off. Flickering her gaze to the male dancer on stage, she watches him for a moment before getting closer to the tables that there near the stage, appreciation for the dancer is seen on her face, just as she stops in from of Nick and Ashlyns table, "Hello. Welcome to Satin." She greets, looking from one to the other and then settling on Nick, "It's been a long time." Though he might not recognize her in this outfit and makeup, she wasn't so flashy the last time they met. Offer a hand to Ashlyn, "I'm Luna." The ambient music is lowered once more, and the soft sound of fluttering wings accompanies the next dancer to take the stage, as “Sunstone” is announced. Fiametta’s flaming red hair is caught beautifully in the low light, glimmering copper and cold, bound loosely up in a bun that allows tendrils to escape as she walks unhurriedly along the catwalk that connects the elevated side stages to the main one above the circular bar. Her pale skin is luminous, almost iridescent, probably a trick of some kind of powder. A sheer body harness is adorned with small flowers and feathers meant to draw attention to her body rather than truly hide anything, with two shimmering chains of sparkly rose and amber crystals draped at her hips. But it is a set of near-glowing feathered wings that provides the most wow-factor, moving with her steps and almost matching half her height in wingspan. The music pulses slow and steady, entrancing, slightly melancholy. Sunstone grasps the pole, swinging up gracefully into a spin and curling her legs so that she climbs in elegant movements to the top. One leg and one arm move, looking up with arm outstretched to the heavens, as if in supplication, as she spirals downwards, gliding around the floor one she hits, a shoulder roll around the stage as she breaks her fall. Before she leaves the table with Nick and Ashlyn, Imoen sees Luna and gives her a grin. "You were great up there. I wish I could be even half as good at something like that one day." She ventures a hand out to squeeze Luna's, hoping that doesn't violate any kind of personal space. "Anyway, I'll let you take over here, if you want? I think they're looking for some snacky food. I suggested pretzels." Soon enough however, she's back on the floor again. She stops once more to catch sight of Fiametta's set, but remembers to sort of blindly weave in the general direction of the private booth after a long and hypnotized moment. Speaking quietly to Ashlyn as Imoen arrives and brings their ordered drinks and smiles at the woman before handing over a bill towards the woman. Eyeing Ashlyn with a grin, he turns his attention towards the new arrival towards their table and smiles at Luna before taking a deep breath and letting it out "It has, considering where each of us were the last time. A wonderful dance by the way. I didnt know you were that talented, I suppose I shouldnt be that surprised though." Reaching into a pocket, he pulls something out before handing it over towards Luna and grins, "But really, I'm glad to see you landed on your feet." Picking up his drink as introductions are picking up, he takes a small drink before turning his attention towards the stage and focuses his attention on Sunstone. Well. He's gone now. Over at one of the booths with Javi, Ji-Ho, and Darwin, Razi's attention has been a bit split between the stage and his group, and he doesn't have a tendency to linger on the latter. Until "Sunstone" takes the stage, that is. Fiametta's arrival draws his attention, and there's a particular warmth to his smile as she begins. He watches her not with lust or the sort of interest that will surely be inspired from many others, but as if he sees something beyond the surface. There's a warmth, and affection, and pride, really; he watches her in her art as he might watch a prima ballerina at the top of her game. Rachel's enthusiasm for the performance, and the performer, has returned redoubled as Fiametta takes the stage. She's never inappropriate, but she whistles and claps and even yowls a bit, throwing dollar bills up on stage as she voices her appreciation. Javi has been watching the performance appreciatively, though not raptly enough that he doesn't look back to his table here and there to interject something. Right now, it's to level another //look// at Ji-Ho, though the amusement is still there. Mostly. He takes his hand out of his pocket with some cash to add to the Violet appreciation fund when it comes around, saying something to those nearest to him before Fiametta takes the stage. He grins widely, sitting up straighter in preparation for the performance. When it begins, though, the grin fades into a wide-eyed look, not necessarily lustful either but more like awe. "Holy shit." It's low, too, but still audible. Sunstone leaps again, spinning with her body outstretched, gliding with her feet pointed and legs extended, as if she were weightless. Slowly she hooks one leg around the pole, still spinning slowly, wings fluttering, and transitions into an elegant and effortless inverted turn, suspended only by one leg, her arms outstretched. The angel tries to reascend to the heavens, her remote expression starting to crumble into longing as she realizes it may no longer be possible. She bends at the waist, adjusting her legs, almost making it to the top, but with a sudden breathtaking drop and slide, she’s spinning upside down, her hair suddenly set ree in a rivulet of shining bright color, a curled and long fan underneath her as she artfully rolls down the pole, sweeping down into a full split as she touches down on the floor. This performance is /different/. Naturally, the catcalls and whistles come at the start of 'Sunstone's' set; how could they not? All eyes turn to that angel as she moves with the melancholic music, entranced by what they see. It's different for each patron, no doubt, but gradually a hush seems to fall over the assembled crowd as the dance continues onward. It becomes eyes and lowly exchanged murmurs now, appreciation and a touch of something more. Not that the hunger ever entirely leaves the crowded room, it is simply transformed. Oblivious to whatever looks he has earned -- and he's definitely earning them -- Ji-Ho watches Fiametta take the stage with full attention _and_ appreciation. It grows to something more like a little stunned. Athletics, aesthetics: it's _all_ there. He murmurs a low but fervent, "Holy fuck," that echoes Javi's words. And then Luna is joining them and Ashlyn blinks once to set her focus on the other woman. She peers at her for a moment before reaching one hand out to curl her fingers around Luna's. "Ashlyn. Hi. I didn't know that this is where you work. Though I suppose most people are new here, since the business is new." She looks over at Imoen as she leaves, watching her for a moment before shrugging and looking back to Luna. It's with embarrassing realization that Imoen notices she's almost to the booths when she entirely forgot to actually acquire the necessary refreshments. With a brief blush, she hurries to the bar before anyone can notice her thoughtlessness, still sneaking a glance to the stage with almost every step. Upon reaching the bar, she distractedly murmurs to Sebastian, "sorry, yes. Tab, I'm thinking. At the table with the four guys." Setting the four drinks onto a tray, she stares in wonder, "hot damn. I've got a long way before I can get anywhere close to the skill here..." Eventually, she collects the tray up onto one balancing hand, and slinks towards the private booth. Darwin watches, rapt, admiring the skill on display and the art in the movement. His eyes follow those feathers around, flicking from costume to expression to the show of flexibility. It's mesmerizing! Felipe slips through the crowded room for the door, finishing his beer and setting the glass down on an empty table with some other abandoned soldiers, empties and even some jackets that were folded over as their owners got too warm and then he's gone. Sunstone rolls up from the floor, slowly, as she struts around the bottom of the pole, an elegant inside step and spin with her feet still on the ground, and then reversing it, before she tosses her head and looks upward towards the heavens. Defiantly, this time as Sunstone leaps she grasps the pole with her legs, once more spinning upside down with her arms outstretched, and when she uprights herself, she lets her wings fall to the ground and shatter, just as the feathers that adorn her harness do as well. At that moment, feathers are released from above to float downwards over the audience, most of them ivory to match her costume, but one amongst them is a glossy iridescent black. Her expression as she shatters this part of who she once was shifts from defiant to euphoric. Though her costume leaves very little now in the way of any sort of modesty, she glitters and gleams almost from within, owning the space she resides in. For the first time she seems to notice the audience, as she body rolls, nestles and slithers against and around the pole as if she might be joining the temptress serpent soon. "Thank you Imeon." Luna says to her in passing, "I'm sure you have your own talents that are just waiting to be leaked out." Giving the waitress a reassuring squeeze of her arms before moving past her to get to Nick and Ashlyns table. While she was standing there, Luna takes what is offered from Nick, "This isn't necessary" but she still pockets it, because who says no to cash? "But its appreciated, thank you." Looking again, between the two of them, "Newly employed here, yes. Had to work out a few things business-wise for me, but I'm glad I've landed here. I hope you are enjoying yourselves?" All of that is cut short though when Sunstone starts her dazzling performance, even Luna cant keep her eyes off the woman. It was mesmerizing. Any movement from Sebastian is muted during the performance, gaze naturally drifting towards Fiametta along with everyone else. It is impossible to diminish any focus from the sheer magic taking place on stage but a separate glow begins to emit from behind the bar for those who can see it. Softer than the flame commanding everyone's attention. There is pure contentment on his face over how everyone is taking in his colleague's performance, lost in it along with everyone else. But then his eyes go wide and he begins to gesture silently but frantically towards the other bartenders. As unobtrusively as possible, there is a bit of a scramble to protect any uncovered glasses from the mass of feathers now descending. Abi isn't sure what this place is, but it's new?, so she shows up. In a fun pink summer dress, spaghetti straps, with matching crocs and little purse, she makes her way in to see what's going on. A performance going on makes her stop, surprised. Javi is staring with rapt attention at the performance currently going on. He's so focused he barely even notices the feathers suddenly falling from the ceiling, an occurrence that would definitely have distracted him at another moment. He even almost misses his drink, though he manages at pretty much the last second to offer a thank you before he looks back up toward the stage. The feather shower moves over the crowd (hopefully no one is allergic), with soft white plumes coming to a rest here and there on the floor, tables, dangerously close to drinks (perhaps even in one or two. But that iridescent raven-black feather cascades gently right before Rachel, nestling on the tabletop in her booth. With one more gliding outside step, the newly freed Sunstone uses the momentum to move into more acrobatics, though now they are more earthy than airy, arching her back and rolling her hips, as if to remind that there might be more heated and pleasurable things to grasp with her thighs, or nestle her curves against. A playful gaze is cast over her bared shoulders at the conclusion, as she slowly sinks down into her splits again promises nothing less, as she offers a wink. Paradise might well be missed, but there’s a new world to explore. The lights dim once more, but the dusting on her skin still catches the light here and there, as she slowly rises and makes her way leisurely back off the stage along the catwalk--pausing here and there to wave, her steps swirling a few errant feathers back down in her wake. Enraptured, enthralled even, by Fiametta's performance, Rachel none the less spots the black, glossy irridescent feather descending towards her and settling on her table like a gift. She's quick to reach out and pluck her prize, holding it close for a moment, before her eyes are drawn back to the conclusion of the performance. There's something almost amused in the curve of Razi's smile as Fiametta makes that teasing, sauntering exit, mingling with that lingering pride and appreciation. Once she's headed backstage, he rises to his feet. "I'm going to go introduce myself to a few people," he tells them, pausing just long enough in case anyone is dying to join him, before he starts making his way through the crowd towards the bar. With his drink, that he still has plenty of, so probably not that. But to the bar he goes nevertheless! Ji-Ho super politely adds his calls to those of the rest of the crowd, mingling his voice with others in full-throated appreciation. And then he flops back into the booth, exhausted by this outburst, and absolutely not at all going to introduce himself to anyone, thanks. He puddles into the corner. The hush over the assembled crowd trembles like a soap bubble, ephemeral even in a place like Satin where sin and vice are on tap and the promises of heaven are given over to mortal form. No eye seems capable of leaving Sunstone as she descends from the heavens, denied salvation, or perhaps given over to a different kind. It lingers, trembling, as the music begins to fade until it pops, and the first sound breaks that silence into a chorus alongside thousand feathers as they tumble down amongst a riot of sound. Patrons leap to their feet in applause and howling whistles, stamping their feet for this fallen angel before them. In the mix of feathers comes the 'appreciation' as it rains down upon Sunstone in a torrent of admiration and hunger for what she's stirred up within those gathered here in Satin this evening. There's a hush, no music to liven the club back up as she departs the stage. It takes the announcer several minutes, in fact, before the lights return to a more neutral setting, still colorful and bright, but stock compared to the light show put on with the last performance. And, god, feathers. So many feathers. But that's not the announcer's problem, is it? "God damn, let's give it up one more time for 'Sunstone,' ladies and gentlemen!" the crooning voice encourages. No few patrons take up the offer to fill the club with the sound of their hands meeting as music livens up the atmosphere. "And next gracing our stage will be the one and the only--Steel! Give it--and your hard-earned money!--up for another of Satin's finest!" A beat. "Chicago's finest!" And from there, Steel makes her entrance, a buff body proudly on display as the music's tempo goes sky high and the brash woman struts confidently onto the feather strewn stage with no fucks to give. Misha has been here the whole time! Just, in Savagery and dressed to blend in versus stand out. Wearing some black slippers and similarly hued harem pants that are easy to move in and comfortable, and a cute cropped black blouse blouse, Misha lingers near the edge of the room, out of the way and more focused no the patrons than the performers. Just in time to see a rainfall of feathers dipping and bobbing to the floor, Imoen finds a couple landing on her hair and a third somehow making its way into her apron. She chuckles lightly at this, only to spot the distance and direction of that rare black feather. With a broad grin, she cheers for Fiametta's performance and claps her hands, then sets the tray back at Sebastian's bar. Finally, she stops before Rachel's booth and chirps, "congratulations! Looks like you're tonight's lucky winner." She leans forward with her hands crossed and clasped behind her back. "For you and you alone, you've got a choice to make. Would you like free drinks on the house for the rest of the night, or..." She unclasps her hands to gesture broadly at the stage, then leans even closer in a conspiratorial manner, "a private dance with our lovely Sunstone, Miss VIP?" Almost exactly as soon as Fiametta is finished, Javi jumps to his feet -- it's a bit of a dicey choice, being in a booth, but he manages to do it without embarrassing himself. Unless one counts wild cheering and whistling as being embarrassing, which he is //also// doing, but surely he's not the only one in the club to do so after the performance. "YEAH FI!" he yells with hands cupped around his mouth, just to make //extra// sure she hears. He laughs exuberantly, dropping back into his seat like he can't quite figure out what else to do with himself. He won't be joining Razi just yet. "Oh man, that was so good! Right?" He looks from Ji-Ho to Darwin, since they're still there, and then reaches for his beer. "Of course it isn't necessary, but it is a pleasure. It was an enjoyable performance, you should feel proud. It seemed like majority of the room enjoyed it." Nicks attention is completely not on the conversation as a whole, but on the retreating form of Sunstone before he shakes his head and looks between Ashlyn and Luna "I'm sorry, what were we talking about?" Abi came in at the very end, but with feathers flying, and people cheering, she joins in with some clapping of her own. Why not, it's fun to cheer? She'll then start going toward the bar, becuase why not? Darwin is hording a collection of feathers that happen to drift over, some of them scattering as Javi hops to his feet. He follows, a little slower but just as enthusiastic, cheering Fiametta from the booth. He even manages to do that sharp whistle, the fancy kind with two fingers. The last minute efforts of the bartenders seem mostly successful but in between congratulatory pats on the back over that fact, Sebastian does have to pluck a few errant feathers out of glasses. Spotting Misha as he goes about fixing replacements, he gives a single salute of a wave and beams a smile over. "We weren't really talking about anything," Ashlyn tells Nick with a grin. "Luna came over to say hello." One hand lifts, gesturing to the other woman that's standing nearby. Ashlyn looks up at Luna, shrugging a bit helplessly. Men. "As long as you're happy here, then all the best to you. We just got here, but I think we're enjoying ourselves so far." Shaking her head out of the daze that was Sunstone's performance, the silence that filled the air, if only for a second was deafening. However, it wasn't long before the entire room was jumping from their seats with applause and shouts of praise for the dancer. It takes a minute for that all to settle down enough so that she can look back towards Nick and Ashlyn, shaking her head, "It's all right, I think everyone was captivated by Sunstone." Clearing her throat, "I was just making sure you both were enjoying yourself, but it looks like that question has answered itself" Looking back to Ashlyn she grins down at her, "I'm glad to hear it. If I can help make your night better in any way, please let me know. Other than that Continues to enjoy yourselves." And then she starts to walk away. There's a soft chorus of "ooooh"s at Rachel's table, teasing and provacative and very very encouraging. One of the club's staff members has noticed that Rachel has caught the black feather, and she is being invited to a private viewing area. With a huge grin and the encouragement of her comrades, she drains her drink and leaves the glass behind as she stands, following the staffer off the main floor and back deeper into the club. Razi manages to make his way through the sea of feathers -- one hand held protectively over his drink -- all the way to the bar, his gaze hunting down -- ah, there. "Sebastian, yes?" His manner is polite, and even friendly, albeit in a reserved way. He doesn't seem like a /partier/. "Razi Andreas. I think I might have seen Fiametta waving your way the other night, and now I see why. She's been very hopeful that I'd be able to meet her colleagues here; she's been talking a great deal about the opening since she started." Misha lifts a hand to fingerwaggle at Sebastian, gradually making her way that direction and slipping behind the bar. "Need anything? Dishes run or some clean towels, ice?" she asks when she gets close enough to talk to the barkeep. Not much needed for her particular skillset right this minute, so might as well be useful. As Rachel murmurs her decision, Imoen nods and returns to the bar, grinning as she takes the twin white feathers that had somehow fallen onto her hair. She sets them helpfully onto the bar countertop before leaning against it idly. When she sees Misha however, she smiles and says, "hey, I don't believe we've officially met. I'm Imoen, a new waitress here." A light shrug, "although I guess we're all new, what with the Grand Opening and all." Men indeed. "I know Luna came over Ash" Nick grins at her before shaking his head before looking back at Luna "What she said. It's been an enjoyable evening so far and one that was worth coming out for. It was good to see you again Luna" he winks before turning his attention back towards Ashlyn and grins before returning to his conversation. The last of the replacements handed out with genuine apology, Sebastian considers Misha's offer for a moment before shaking his head gently with a wry smile, "think we are all set other than clearing off the feathers but that's some other poor soul's job later. Don't think people will really be upset at having a reminder of Fi all over the place the rest of the night anyway." The approaching Razi is met with clear signs of recognition and, to the man's eyes, a literally radiant smile. "Yeah, saw you the other night too at the cool table with Fi. We, obviously, think a great deal of her here." A hand is extended with an amused head tilt, "can call me Bash, though." The grip is the practiced shake of a bartender who has done this over and over again but he somehow makes it seem like a genuinely special moment for him every time. When "Sunstone" re-emerges along one of the side stages, she's sans wings and sans the robe that she wore earlier. She still wears her sheer body harness with its little artful blossoms scattered to keep her barely covered down below, though she's essentially topless above, the embroidered flowers and feathers curling more along her ribcage and waist--and there's not much at all in the back except for a tiny rosette of pearls and crystals nestled at her lower back. She's arranged some of her long copper waves of hair to lay just so along her breasts so that nobody /has/ to get an in your face eyeful unless they really really want to. However, she carries herself in an utterly confident and unselfconscious way, no slouching or timid steps here, as home here as she might be dressed to the full nines somewhere else. If her skin seems to be luminous, that's probably merely a trick of the light. And her dark blue eyes are buzzing slightly with the euphoria of the performance, something carried in the glide of her steps. She makes her way leisurely across the floor. There's a shade of something like humor in the subtlety of Razi's smile when Sebastian refers to the 'cool table.' "As you say." He does reach to take his hand in a firm, businesslike clasp. "She's already spoken a great deal about how fond she is of everyone here, and how much she wanted me to meet everyone. So. If I'm not proactive, she'll just end up dragging me around. A pleasure to meet you, Sebastian." Did he hear the bit about Bash? It doesn't seem like he /didn't/. Oh well. "It does seem to be a rather successful opening party, at the very least. Congratulations." Luna stops by a few other tables, making some chit-chat with him, checking on them, making sure people were having a good time, offering them other services they had, and telling them a little about the club. The happens for a few minutes before she starts her way back to the bar. By that time, it seems that the bar had become a popular place and there were several standing around it. Coming up near Misha, she pushes up the arms of the coat she was wearing and rolled up the sleeves, "How's it going downstairs? Anything broken yet?" she asks with a smirk. That could mean bottles, glasses or bones. Misha laughs, leaning to snag a feather, quickly tying it into a loose braid behind her ear in hopes it might stay there. "Pleasure, Imoen, I'm Misha. Doorma-- Doorwo-- I break fingers and faces when people are assholes." There we are, finding the right words for her job in relation to the rest of everything. "Holler if you come up short or need anything, Bash. Happy to pitch in." The nearest place to where Sunstone emerges is by Nick and Ashlyn's table, so it's there that she stops first, offering a welcoming smile. Her voice is soft-spoken, perhaps a suprise after the explosive performance, but when she's close enough to not have to shout over the music she offers a warm, "Thank you so much for coming tonight. I hope you're enjoying yourselves so far. Are you two aware of our VIP club? Might be a little busy tonight, but I hope you'll stop in. If not tonight, then some other time." There might be the slightest trace of amusement in Sebastian's expression at the use of his full name but it is clear Razi's preference doesn't come as a surprise to the bartender. Nodding in understanding with an engaged, friendly smile, "have to say I lean towards Fi in that regard." Leaning his long frame closer to his new acquaintance, his face shifts to playful solemnity, "we only do it because we care." Straightening, he surveys the room proudly, "thank you, it was a lot of hard work but this is a special place, filled with special people. Couldn't really imagine anything less for tonight or any of the one's after." Ashlyn and Nick are speaking quietly between themselves, grins and smiles all around while they converse. Alcohol is empty at this point, empty glasses set to one side for easy pickup whenever someone comes by. As 'Sunstone' comes by their table, Ashlyn's eyes slide over to the new arrival and she offers the dancer a smile. "We are enjoying ourselves, yes. I wasn't aware of the VIP club, but I certainly believe that it's likely busy tonight. Maybe another night, certainly." With a grin, Imoen replies to Misha, "then I guess you're the woman to ask if I need to get a drunk asshole's hands off my butt..." A glance to Sebastian, "then again, I guess people are pretty well behaved so far here." She looks around the establishment, sighing softly, "seems like there's a bit of a lull in our opening night for now. Thank goodness. I was starting to sweat..." She gestures to herself, "and I don't think anyone wants to see me sweating in this..." To Luna, she offers a hesitant smile, "how've I been doing? Are the customers happy?" Standing near Misha, Luna over hears Imoen's comment, "And if she isn't around, grab me. I'll be happy to break every one of those fingers that touched your ass and I'll show him the door." She might stand here in a sparkly bra and pantie set with a suit jacket coat, but she still knew who she was, and her eyes become sharper. However, its softens when she's asked how how the waitresses is going, "You're doing great. It's a busy night and will be very overwhelming, I think you are taking it on with grace and charm." "In which, preferring to drag people about?" One of Razi's brows shifts in a subtle arch, but the humor lingers. "I exaggerate, truthfully. Fiametta would never actually drag me anywhere. But this is important to her, and so it's important to me." He offers a smile and a nod to Misha and Imoen as well -- oh, and Luna now too! -- as if including them there. "Razi Andreas," he introduces himself again, to Misha and Luna at least, since he's already met Imoen. "Fiametta's family." At Sunstones arrival, Nick glances up from his conversation and smiles at the new arrival "Thank you for your wonderful dance. It was quite the show and something that I am sure will be the talk of the night." Tilting his head slightly he says "No, we werent aware of the VIP club but then this is our first time and on an opening night...it would be easier to come back on another evening. Thank you for the offer though, truly." It's probably for the best that Razi has abandoned the booth, _and yet_, without his stabilizing influence, there appear to be shenanigans involving feathers being shoved in people's faces. Javi is innocent, of course; he is pulling the drinks away from Ji-Ho and Darwin. Somehow not missing Ashlyn's empty glass despite appearing to give Razi his full focus, Sebastian takes advantage of the man's introductions to begin remedying the problem. Beer in hand, he moves the short distance to Imoen and reinforces Luna's words with some of his own. With a pleased smile so bright there should be no doubting his sincerity, he tells the waitress bluntly, "I'm so friggin proud. Tonight was so much easier because of you. But..." and he slides the drink over towards her, "beer and bourbon table needs refreshing." Amusement gleams in his eyes as he adds, "then come back and everyone will praise you some more." Misha grins at Imoen, then Luna, nodding to both. "Plenty of people here to make sure the only touches the workers and dancers get are the wanted ones. And don't worry about it too much, Imoen. Busy nights just mean little mistakes get even smaller in the grand scheme." "Hope to see you soon, then," Fiametta says with a wink that includes both Ashlyn and Nick. But she also doesn't linger too long, not wishing to distract from the other dancers, or the couple's conversation. She offers a brilliant smile and a gentle goodbye, though then her steps are carrying her, slowly, towards the booth near the bar. Does she see any feather shenanigans? Her expression doesn't let on. Imoen smiles gratefully at Luna, "thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully, with any luck, I won't have to worry any about that. Bash has been painting a pretty pleasant picture of this club." A light lift of her shoulders, "and you've all been so welcoming." Her lips curl with pride at the floor manager's compliment. "Just trying not to disappoint." A warm nod of her head leveled Razi's way, then she looks to Luna again and says, "you know, you were amazing up there yourself. Sexy, and graceful, and better than I probably will ever be. Or have the courage to be, at dancing." Then Sebastian slides over and she can't help but giggle a bit bashfully. "It's a deal." Her silvery-gray eyes gleam, and she takes the two drinks to place delicately on a tray. She nods at Misha, "certainly a good way to look at things. -I- just feel like any mistake I make is painfully obvious." Another shrug, and she's on her way to Nick and Ashlyn. She sets the beer and bourbon down at their table just as Fiametta leaves. "Figured you two might need a refill. How are you enjoying the night?" /Razi/ sees shenanigans. It's as if he has a sixth sense for it that has his attention shifting back over towards the booth he was sitting at, and his eyes narrow. "Excuse me," he says, all politeness to those he was meeting at the bar, before he slips off. He moves with efficient briskness back to the booth, probably beating Fiametta just by dint of /purposeful alacrity/. Watching Imoen walk off like a proud parent, Sebastian says in a low tone towards Misha and Luna, "she really is doing great." The departing Razi gets a smile and a wave, Luna a playful hip bump and wink. He watches the latter go for a moment then looks back to his remaining colleague with a smile, "how is downstairs going? Haven't seen any EMT's rushing in yet. Overhearing Sebastian mentioning the other bar in the building has Imoen thoughtful - and curious. So, after she sets the drinks down at the table for two, she wanders back to Bash and says with a grin, "I think I might sneak away and see how the Grand Opening for Savagery is going. I'll let you know?" She glances down at herself and her daring minidress, pursing her lips thoughtfully. "You think I'll stand out like a sore thumb going there in this?" Fiametta arrives a few moments later in Razi's wake, though rather than narrowed eyes (for now) she beams. "You having fun?" she asks the group quietly. Her fingers reach out to touch Razi's elbow, lightly and happily, if briefly. It should be noted that Javi does //not// look like he was misbehaving -- he's even saved all the drinks -- but maybe he looks briefly embarrassed when Razi comes over to check on them. "Nope," he says, "we're good." He hesitates, but then lets out a little sigh and reaches for the bottom of Darwin's shirt. And then -- quickly -- removes one of those feathers that fell from the ceiling from it. He settles a little when Fiametta comes over, though. "Fi! Hey! You were fucking awesome! Right?" He looks from Ji-Ho, to Darwin, then briefly to Razi before his gaze finds her again. "Congratulations, for real. That was amazing." Razi makes a low sound that might best be described as 'skeptical.' His gaze lingers most particularly on Ji-Ho, in all his aggressive innocence. "He does look very handsome," he says, both 1) agreeing sincerely, and 2) making it clear he thinks Ji-Ho is full of shit. But with Fiametta arriving, and no /real/ disasters seeming to exist beyond, he looks over at that touch at his elbow with considerable warmth. "You were remarkable," he tells her, a hand reaching to touch her arm without stopping to think about the /rules/ of the establishment. Then, with a touch more humor, he adds, "They had to pick their jaws up off the floor." Starting to begin tidying the bar as the numbers get a tad lower, Sebastian shakes his head with brows furrowed towards Imoen. Still not able to hide his overflowing pride, he beams at her, "go ahead, I'm curious." Her last comment earns a small laugh and he waves a hand over himself, "less than I would. I think you're good." Darwin looks a bit caught in the headlights until Javi frees him from his feather torture. "Oh, Fi! Yeah, that was fantastic. Everyone was spectacular, couldn't take my eyes away. You were great of course. The one with the moon theme was nice too." Fiametta's eyes do narrow a bit at Javi's feather plucking, but she lets it go. "Thanks," she tells Javi, beaming. "Gotta pull out all the stops on opening night, right?" Her smile softens. "Keep in mind there's a VIP room too." Is it weird for her to say that to the four of them? Not at all for her! The striking redhead seems totally comfortable. And very much visibly almost exclusively in her own skin. "If you wanna check it out, no or later. Let me know which dancers you favor, I could put in a good word for ya." To Razi, she offers a softer smile. "I saw you got to meet Bash," she says. "You should all meet him, really! And Immy and Luna too? Even if it's too crowded tonight, I'd like you to meet Marigold and Roman too," But at his comment she grins, the bridge of her nose crinkling just a little impishly. And then she rubs her thumb and two fingers together, suggestive of cash. Hey, when clothing drops AND jaws drop, that usually means some cash money windfall later. "In any case though, I'll see you tomorrow morning, right?" She winks at Ji-Ho, Darwin, and Javi. "Make sure he behaves himself, yeah?" with a playful nod towards Razi.