Halloween 2012: The Reverence

[Swift]

"Hey, I like my hat. Besides, who's the one with a head in a bag?" Skaald responds in good spirits as they pack enters the bar. As they settle into the booth and Dale suggests drinks he nods emphatically.

"I'll go with you. I need some beer or mead, maybe both."

He examines their surroundings and the other guests as they move toward the bar. The venue's girls get a good long look and Skaald smiles as he does so. The staff amuses him as well, but for totally different reasons. Luke and Leia! Nice costumes there. And that's the girl Chap was attached to at the dance. Can he do that I wonder?

Neo in the gallery gets a curiously raised eyebrow, impressive almost more for his location than the costume. Skaald almost misses Sherlock sitting off to one side, but the costume draws a smirk and a chuckle from the bearded war god.

"You know," Skaald says to Dale, "I think you've got more feathers than anyone else here. Perhaps your hat is better."

[John Holt]

"I do actually believe that your hat would make you fit in with the dancers, Dale," Chaplain said, throwing his brother wolf a wink and laughing. When Digger spoke, the Ithaeur's eyes tore away from the multi-coloured plumage resting on Dale's crown, and towards the entrance. Under his mask, he smiled, which was actually visible and his blue eyes gazed across the club as Sasha walked in....with someone else.

John was a fully grown man with years of military chaplaincy experience, and had helped countless soldiers through tough times, helping them to understand the emotions that plagued them.

So why was it that his own emotions were beginning to stir in such a fashion at the sight of Sasha with another man?

"She isn't my woman," John replied to his Alpha, trying not to bite to Digger's goading. He offered his packmate's a smile, trying to ease his own emotions before breathing out. "Dale, would you mind grabbing me a beer also? I'll be back momentarily."

And with that, Chaplain slowly began to walk towards L'aire and Perry, staff in hand, wondering just why he was suddenly victim of the green-eyed monster.

[Dale Hunt]

Dale chuckled at some of the comments his pack mates were making, shaking his head slightly. "You got it boss," he said in response to Digger's request. "But don't blame me if the only thing they serve here is PBR...fuckin' hipster kids." He shook his head again as he let out another chuckle.

The Rahu shifted his attention momentarily to look at the woman his Beta had met during the bike show, whistling loudly to tease the Ithaeur a bit. "What you waiting on Chap? Your lady is waiting," he said to the preacher, flashing him a devilish grin before turning to head towards the bar. "Don't worry, I'll get you a brew as well, but go show that Luke that the force is stronger with you," he added as he walked away, snickering to himself.

As he walked towards the bar with Skaald, he scanned the place to admire some of the ladies in attendance. It was definitely not Dale's scene, but he could deal...especially if there was a lot of alcohol involved. "I told you my hat was cooler man," he said to the Cahalith with a devious grin. "Besides, the ladies love the loincloth."

[DaveJ]

Kite had wandered around the club floor for a while, but in no particular direction. Several times, he had paused to adjust his cuffs, rub the back of his neck, or fix something that was slightly wrong with his outfit, all while circling the inside of the club in no particular manner. It was when he was adjusting his cap when someone bumped him. Losing his balance for a moment, he nearly bumped into a patron dressed as Luke Skywalker, but managed to recover his footing in time.


“Oh! I’m very sorry…!” Kite grimaced in embarrassment to the two patrons, who were obviously with each other. “This is my first time here, and I am afraid I am a little disoriented… and more than a little lost…”

L'aire Perry diCarto

[Perry diCarto]

Perry chuckled. "Yeah, absolutely!" he replied as they entered the club. Looking around, Perry took in the ambiance. There were some great costumes here, indeed -- and he was excited to grab a drink. "And no problem. Looks like we're in for a good ol' fashioned Gothic Hallowe'en night. See anybody you know?" he asked, a smile on his Jedi face.

As a random guy nearly bumped into him, Perry shifted to the side to make some space. "Not to worry, mate," he said, giving the man a full view of his smiling face before returning his attention to the club and his friend.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

Priscus Ciara Maskelyne
Presence 3 (Magnetic)
Striking Looks 2 (European Beauty)
Blood Potency 4
Blush of Life active

*For Ciara, making up her mind where to spend Halloween had been almost as difficult as picking out her costume. Avalon was right out, she spent enough time there already; and it was almost certain to be filled with the city's Kindred. She had considered the Asylum and Ember for a time; but ultimately decided against the two overtly adult clubs.

So, the tall Ventrue finds herself at Reverence; the dark-haired woman smiling softly as her ticket is punched for drinks. She carefully places it inside a small pocket of her costume, then makes her way into the club.

She was still getting used to the idea of Halloween, but she thought she had picked well this year. Her dress was red with a black lace shawl; inspired by Spanish Flamenco dancers. But from the neck up, it was straight South of the Boarder; Ciara had drawn inspiration from the Dia De Los Muertos festivals of Mexico. Her pale skin only added to the bone-like look of her make up, and long black hair curled and teased around her soft face. A trio of fresh red roses placed securely in her hair, and a splash of color was provided by her necklace. She had is specially made for the night, a silver choker with a large bat, clutching a large ruby pendant that rested gently on the soft flesh of her chest.


Ciara taking a moment to scan the club before making any decisions where to start the night; noting two familiar faces within the crowd.*

[Chris Wooding]

The first minutes of the evening, Chris doesn't mind just gazing through the crowd while studying all costumes. They were quite impressive, and the Mekhet internally curses himself for being so boring. Why he had to be a movie character? Gods do just fine as costumes.

When Ciara Maskelyne enters the Reverence his eyes are instantly drawn to her, afraid first, but smiling then. The Ventrue is truly most beautiful. After taking a deep breath Chris approaches the only one he knows in here. 'Seńorita Maskelyne, a good evening.' He temporarily takes his sunglasses off as if it were a hat. He bows his head slightly. 'What an absolutely stunning costume, if I may be so bold. I hope the evening finds you well so far?'

It has been a while since they last spoke, if the Mekhet recalls it correctly, last time he was pointing a fencing sword at Chase while the Ventrue beauty watched them.