(Gatsby's) Gangster Night

[DrDog]

The night sky shines bright with the full moon, completly uninhibited by clouds. The strong moonlight paints the city in a stark black and white, shadow and moonlight. And in one corner, the band plays its heart out.

The mood music playlist for this scene

Gatsby's Diner has exploded with energy, servers bustling about in crisp black and white attire, gentleman and ladies dressed in very fashionable 1920s and 30s dress.

the chefs cooking out Mafioso burgers of several types, The Don, the Consigliere, the Fixer, and the Gentleman of Ill Repute.

Additionally, there are three different prix fixe menus.
The New Yorker: The Don's Crab cakes, French Vacation nicoise salad, and An Irrefusable NY strip steak.
The New Orleans: Murderous Grits, Cement Shoes Paella, and Sleeping with the Fishes
The Chicago: Bloody Steak Tartare, Italian Solution Chicken Vesuvio, Capone's Shrimp DeJonghe

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The band plays soft and slow, with the doors flung wide open so that both inside and outside can hear and enjoy the music.

There is generous parking located across the street, with an artfully handpainted sign at the crosswalk:
"Mr. Al Capone kindly asks that you not bring weapons. Thank you."

There is a police cruiser sitting unobtrusively some distance away in the parking lot, with a pair of cops who look like they are enjoying their easy job for the night.

Additionally, there is a shuttle which will take guests to the Blue Note for some more music and dancing.

In the back corner of the outside dining area is a large party of men in classic 20s suits, and a few women in long, beautiful dresses, in an unusual style. They have occupied a long table, and seem to be celebrating, if the copious number of wine bottles is any indication. Though unusually, one man in the middle seams different from the others

There are several standing tables set up for those who are just interested in a small bite, set in front of the band.

Two women in similar dress to the women in the large party stand near one of the standing tables, drinking wine like its water, and every now and then passing a notepad between them.

This is a linked scene with The Blue Note. You can transfer between the two at your leisure throughout the night. Standard shard rules apply.

for werewolves only

Those werewolves who enter the scene can immediately tell upon entering that this place is a Tur. Unlike the small area they have back in south sacramento, this not only smells old and repeatedly renewed, but it also smells sharper, harsher.

[Asa]

Although Asa wasn't an overly curious sort, he had heard some curious things about the event. Saint Valentine's Day Massacre. It immediately evoked thoughts of Prohibition, a topic which was near and dear to his dead heart.

He resisted the urge to rifle though his wardrobe for authentic pieces to wear; instead, a thin tie and fedora would do. As entertaining as it would be to be a true anachronism, he imagined the night would be filled with bad zoot suits and the like which would make genuine period pieces stand out.

Asa paused by the door, listening to the music with a foot tapping, standing so that he could take a longer look at the long table and it's occupants.

[DrDog]

A gentleman in a white on white suit suit and white fedora walks past Asa on his way back to the table, having concluded his business with the bathroom. After seeing the man' interest in the group, he pauses, and walks back to the simply dressed man. "Happy Valentines Day! Its a great day today!" He says, with obvious cheer. (and a fair bit of drunkness.)
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[Michael Redfill]

Valentine's Day was a stupid holiday. It was made up by merchandisers who had to somehow survive the Lean Months that lay in-between Christmas and International Women Day and Redfill wasn't about to join the madness. Plus, the fact that he didn't have or want a girlfriend: the Ranger had a feeling that being a Vampire compounded with working or patrolling the parks all the time would be quite a strain on a relationship. Or perhaps it had something to do with the way unrealistic expectations the Gangrel had for a woman.

But tonight was a special occasion: it wasn't just a Valentine's Day celebration. People were going to be here, important people. So the doctor coughed up a few bucks for a fedora, black lacquered shoes and a suit and a tie that'd probably end up being stashed into the darkest recesses of his closet after this. Along with all the Halloween crap that he owned.

Redfill isn't exactly surprised to see the Prince near the entrance: after all, Asa is probably here for the same reason. Michael decides to pay his respect, walks over, raises his fedora and bows his head:

"Good evening, Mr. Clarke. I'd like to wish you a fun and safe night", - even though the party is protected by a crime family, the Ranger will still try to be somewhere in the vicinity in case something potentially dangerous happened near the Prince.

It all looked a fair bit like a mid-level thug addressing the Godfather but it fit with the theme, so why not?

[Velma]

Velma was back to Sacramento after a small hiatus.
But when she got notice of the party at the Gatsby’s and its theme she knew she had to attend. It would be a wonderful opportunity to get back and in touch with Sacramento’s nightly denizens which would be sure to attend.

In order to blend in among the kine party goers Velma is wearing her hair short and in a decidedly 20’s sort of way, it reminded the haircut of the flappers from old. Her dress while simple in cut, is daring, once again much like a typical 20’s young girl. To add a touch of finesse the succubus wears an antique looking necklace, all pearls, and a genuine fur coat covers her back.

Once the Daeva is inside the parlor her beast can’t stop noticing Michael. Her clear blue eyes move to the Gangrel but they soon settle in the Lord next to him. The Prince.
Even with a fedora and a thin black tie he was difficult to miss.

With delicate footsteps her heels take her close enough to the trio, the Prince, the Ranger and the white enigma. She smiles and in sign of respect tips her head to the Prince and smiles to Michael as well, she remembers seeing the man in court once… he had been kidnapped and kept imprisoned by hunters for months. Probably related to the same hunters she, Allison and Dillon had stopped a few months ago.

After doing the polite thing the Ravager scans the crowd again, her eyes browsing for everything and nothing in particular. They stopped on the large table and the bottles of wine, the two women and their notebook and the band, playing the songs she used to love to sing and dance.

Interesting…

Her attention is once again back to the two predators. After a couple more footsteps she is now within talking distance.

Good evening!

It has been a while... I was afraid I would be found lacking polite company to attend this party. The Daeva's pearl white teeth peek from underneath her smile.

[Asa]

"Indeed!"

Asa answered the stranger's greeting with equal joviality, automatically mirroring the man's good humor with social reflexes.

"Nice hat. Don't tell me they're," he continued with a gesture at the table, "Going to re-enact the Massacre!"

He turned at Michael Redfill 's greeting, rolled his eyes and jabbed a thumb towards him.

"Such a kidder. You have a bit too much to drink one time, slip and fall in the bathroom, and you'll never live it down."

Asa shook his head, his eyes narrowing as the shake brought his eyes to bear on Michael, but the warning look was gone in an instant as his head returned to it's normal cant. The lack of discretion had surprised him.

He nodded toward the approaching Velma Star , drawing attention her; a distraction.

"And we were afraid we would be lacking attractive company," he answered with a wink. "We'll just have to endeavor to be polite and hold up our end."

He held out his hand; if she takes it, with the intent to kiss her hand and twirl her -- an even better distraction.

[DrDog]

"Nah nah, its Grandpa's birthday." The white suited-man indicates a happy looking old man at the streetside head of the table, who seems the most comfortable in his suit, knocking back drinks like he's in his 20s. He looks on as the two others approach this man with quite a bit of familiarity. He laughs as Asa describes a bad fall. "Must have been a hell of a fall!" He laughs. He takes a look at Velma, and it turns into a long, appreciating stare. "A pretty lady like yourself would make any evening better." He says, without a leer, but it seems that he had to restrain himself mightily from doing so.

[Michael Redfill]

Michael takes heed of the tone and the look that the Prince gives him for just a fraction of a second and breaks out into a polite smile in response:

"I doubt anyone still remembers that incident: it's just that the outfit and theme seem to suit you very well. I couldn't help but be humbled and turn a little Halloween'y", - the doctor shifts out of the 'underling' mode, instead addressing the Prince like a semi-senior acquaintance, - "I hope tonight finds you well".

As Velma enters he turns to her with a smile that is just a tad bit flirty:

"Ah, Miss Star. It is always such a pleasure".

At least for the eyes, if not for the brain. If only Velma made things interesting in a good way when she shows up.

In order to avoid getting in the way of the Prince greeting the Songstress, Michael then addresses the man who appears to be a part of the family that hosts the party:

"I must say, it's hard to recall a party this authentic. Must have taken quite some work to pull off, eh?"

[Velma]

Among so many mortals Velma forced the dead vitae in her veins to move to her own accord. Her objective was to mimic life stolen long ago.

“And I will endeavor to hold up mine.” She promised, her smile teasing just a bit.

When Asa held out his hand, Velma extended her own towards his, the other she held close to her chest in admiration and concession.

Despite everything the Ravager respected how the Invictus always found the polite way to do things, either in a casual party or removing a stake from your heart to threaten you to death they always found a way to do it… politely. At least Prince Clark did.

The kiss and the twirl followed, with the grace afforded to her by decades of experience she allowed for a quick display of her even features.
A distraction. Followed by a soft giggle and a gentle fan of her hand almost as if trying to dismiss all the sudden excitement.

“We are in such a festive mood already and I haven’t touched a drink yet.”
Alcohol was, after all, the lubricant for most nightly social interactions… for mortals that is.

The succubus smiled kindly to the man in white and his appraising words. Michael followed, and the smile followed as well.
“Thank you, thank you.” She answered to the man, quietly falling into the mood of the party as if prey to his alcoholic inebriation, the songstress begins to move slowly to the music, certainly inspired by the tap of feet and the band’s performance. Her curious blue eyes look for any sign of acceptance of her silent invite in Asa.

-1 bood point: blush of life active for the scene

[Asa]

Grandpas made Asa leery. Grandmas, too.

Live long enough, in one place, and you learn how the most ubiquitous, innocuous bits of life can become the most dangerous.

Asa did notice the sway, and the look, and deftly offered the Daeva's hand to Michael Redfill .

"I believe the lady wants to dance," he said, arching his eyebrows.

"I will go fetch the aforementioned drinks. What's everyone having?"

He looked to @Velma Star first, a smile playing at his lips.

Maybe she wasn't entirely forgiven. Maybe he wanted to downplay Redfill's initial show of deference by playing waiter. It could have been either of those things, or both of them, or neither of them.

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Edited by shouldabeenadog's request, to disentangle the NPC