Grand Opening: Nox

[Alicia Serrano]

Good. He knew how to follow and take her cue. It was surprising how many men refused to merge their body rhythm with their partner but Edwin was working with her, helping make them both look good. And have fun, too. That was the most important part, though Alicia was lying if she said she didn't like being watched. She grinned and moved with Edwin until she felt like changing the dance and then turned back around to face him. Around the start of a new track she changed the step and gave him a challenging look, curious to see if he'd continue to follow or if he'd take the lead.

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon Connery has already found this party. He's already buried up to his eyeballs in kine, and enjoying a little harmless boozing at a VIP table.

Oh, the private table isn't his, but they'd let him join. Not that he couldn't secure a spot for himself if he wanted too... that's just not really his style tonight. Well, literally, his style tonight is a simple dark thin-striped black button down and trendy jeans. His trusty old Doc Martens haven't been shined in a day or so of kicking around patrols, so they're showing their age a bit. There was a nice gray blazer around here somewhere, too... but who knows what happened to it? He made sure there was nothing important in the pockets before losing it at least.

Well, there's an uncrushed carapace of an imported Mediterranean Dung Beetle wrapped in a handkerchief and buried within the inside pocket, but there are more where it came from. And it will be terribly inconvenient if he has to interrogate someone without it later. These thing happen.

The staff are pretty aware of him by now, and it's a bit disappointing. He doesn't even have to flash his membership card to the new-hires, because someone invariably fills them in first.

Clearly, he needs to go bother Cozette's crew at Asylum more often.

As the adorable mortals require further service, Dillon volunteers to let the bar know. He wants to get a look around at who's turned up. Bidding the breathers farewell and accepting the numbers of two potential future blood dolls, the Gangrel slips around and into view of the main floor.

He is unsurprised to feel the press of a few Beasts when his senses are made aware of them. The Hellhound surges in hateful fury. Familiarity tempers it, but never completely. It's his will that brings the three snarling maws to heel, as uncompromising as it ever is.

One typically adapts whatever form of movement that's necessary when they navigate obstacles, and the Sanctified Bishop is no different. Ducking low through brush, high-stepping a line of tires, juking and feinting through opponents on the field of sport and battle... or in this case, dancing through the throbbing mob of people.

And he does pretty good at it, too. There is a gentle touch here, or a grin there, but for the most part he threads through them like he was the partner they were waiting for. He offers Asa a discrete frown and nod of approval as they briefly sandwich the petite redhead he's with, and then moves away.

Moments later, he is at the bar on the other side of the wiry little woman that Martha had just sidled up to with Velma nearby. Immediately, Dillon leans nearly across the bar for instant attention of the first staff member that looks his way.

"That couch booth that I just came from," he points, over the heads of the crowd to a spot where a man waves in response, "needs another bottle. They're shooting Goose, I believe."

Once this is understood, he fires a cheery grin at the ladies nearby. Pretending just for the sake of amusement not to know the two who are Kindred.

  Three successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-28 07:34:05		Dillon Connery rolls 7 to dance through the crowd; Dexterity + Expression (10 Again)		7, 1, 8, 1, 9, 8, 7		3 successes

Dillon has already spent two Vitae for the Blush of Life, and to imbibe mundane drink.

[CyledyrWyllt]

"Alright."

Marcus follows Aaren's lead out onto the dance floor. Although he typically needs a few drinks before he's all that comfortable with the idea of dancing in public, for some reason he doesn't mind reversing the order in this particular case. The elemental even finds himself wondering exactly what sorts of appetites might lie hidden beneath the fairest's sophisticated appearance. Once they are surrounded by the other dancers, Marcus lets himself move in time with Aaren to the rhythm of the music. Although at first, he simply tries his best not to embarrass himself by busting out any cheesy old school moves, as he relaxes, Marcus allows himself to simply go with the flow of Aaren's movements and soon isn't paying attention to anything but her teasing smile and playful eyes.

  Bust A Move

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-28 20:10:22		Marcus Evan rolls 3 to Dexterity + Expression (10 Again)		8, 9, 10, 5		3 successes

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan got to the bar and ordered a water. Taking a few sips she got a little less dizzy. She was caught a little off guard by the handsome man's arrival. Moreso by the water fowl thing. The Beast WAS drunk, so it took her a moment to figure out what he meant. Not that it stopped her mouth from moving as she asked Dillon a question, "Whhhhhy would they shoot a duck? Wait-goose? Guns dangerous and can just order--wait, oh. Heh-heh, right, drinks not bird. Why you taking my water?" the last was directed at the bartender who was pulling away her glass.

Said barman paused before lifting and sniffing the drink. Seeing it was water he shrugged and pushed it back.

[Sirith]

We're going to the top!...
Booty in your face!

Well, nope. Faith never was the one for pushing her booty into other faces. She actually enjoys her partner's good manners and the man's great, she could dance with him all day... even as the brunette (@Origins) almost bumps into them. People were looking at them, them, not only him... And then this guy (@Dillon Connery) who looks really cute (so cute Faith blushes when they sandwich her), kinda like he is still in a college at most (Do they know each other? goes through her mind) seems to like her. She's lost in her joy, in dancing with Asa, in music that she's sure she could even more enjoy if she wore her Sight on, her red hair and red threads of her dress add even more dynamism to the whole picture...

But then there's a light elbow into her side, and she bumps into the person on her other side.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-29 12:47:36		Faith rolls 5 to Dance! (Dex+Expression) (10 Again)		2, 6, 5, 3, 5		failure

For a second Faith's face becomes almost as red as her hair, not just from dance, but even she doesn't know if more for anger or shame. She takes a deep breath and smiles to Asa.

The redhead started to say "Sorry, I'm not used to crowds", but then she realizes he couldn't possibly hear her. Instead of continuing, she gestures towards the seats for public.

Maybe it was enough of dancing for now, for her a bit below average stamina.

Also, not only her body, but also Pride hurts. Well, the pride hurts more badly.

[Edwin Bridges]

When the dark-haired beauty turned to face him at the start of the next song, Edwin took the initiative, eyes locked with her own and started to move his body with the rhythm of the music, slowing it down as a way to gain some control back from her.

Because at the end of all this, it was a competition of wills. Who would break first? Who would give in and be the leader between them. Even if it was only for this one night, this one moment, there must still be a winner.

As he started to dance, getting even closer, Edwin grinned. At this moment, not that he would admit it out loud, he really didn't care if he lost.

  Teamwork

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-29 14:19:31		Edwin Bridges rolls 4 to DEX + Expression (10 Again)		10, 5, 7, 9, 2		2 successes

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon dips his head down to better hear the little woman's slur over the music. There is an open an friendly smile on his face as he listens, which turns into a chuckle in time with her own as she puts two and two together.

"That's right, Grey Goose shots. Shooting goose. Geese.

"Gooses.

"Geeses."

With a subtle glance of confirmation to the bartender, the Gangrel is relieved to discover that she's given up on the booze tonight. He eases his face closer. Not directly but to one side, so he wouldn't have to shout at all.

"Tell me I'm not so unlucky that you're all partied out. That you've only started dancing, and not just finished."

After all, the more time she spent away from the temptation of the bar, the less likely she was to get irresponsibly drunk. The more likely she would leave and arrive home safely. Yes, Dillon Connery is that kind of gentleman.

He looks up from the bar to spot the cute redhead from earlier having a little problem. There is a bit of a wince that passes his features before he looks back to the others.

I hope I didn't cause that.

He had just been slipping by her. Honest.

[Asa]

For a while, he loses himself in dancing. Then it shatters. As Dillon slides past him, the Beast rouses itself, yowling through the mild euphoria. It's easy for the Man to assert himself over the Beast, given the familiarity of the other, but the moment is gone. A reminder.

As his partner loses her rhythm, he holds out a hand to steady her. As she speaks, he shakes his head, not hearing, but understanding. For a moment his eyes focused past her, on Alicia and Edwin Bridges .

Yum.

He wasn't done, and he knew he was better. The Beast agreed. He could feel it in his Blood. To win, and affirm his dominion. The desire only lasted a moment. It was tacky, and petty... and beneath him. Winning suggested competition existed.

"I need a drink," he called out over the music, nodding at her gesture. It was a lie. He didn't, but the second best lies were the ones you hid behind a more obvious lie. In this case, covering for her embarrassment.

He pointed toward the growing cluster at the bar of Dillon, Martha, Morgan, and Velma.

As he began to walk, he had another reminder of his condition. Something sliding down his back. A coolness at his temples and on his neck. Having Blushed, and exerted himself, he was...sweating. Concealing a look of distaste at the foreign sensation, he slid his jacket off as they moved.

[Alicia Serrano]

Fortunately for Edwin, Alicia didn't notice Asa's eyes trailing over them. Her gaze was locked with Edwin's stare as they began the next stage of their dance floor appraisal. She grinned when he took up her challenge, slowing the pace and leading with his own moves. Normally she didn't mind if her partner was more passive but tonight was a rare break and she wanted to party with someone that had an ego strong enough to match hers. She was glad that he'd shown he could follow but now she was enjoying watching him lead. So, sliding into the feel of the beat she matched Edwin's steps, blending with him so even their mistakes looked polish. They weren't the most extraordinary pair on the floor but they were damn close.

At the end of the song Alicia felt herself breathing harder, the air feeling warm and heavy in her throat and sweat was beading on her skin. She slid up against Edwin and pulled his shoulders closer to her so she could yell into his ear. "Let's head to a table! Give the floor some time to cool off!" Then she pulled away and began weaving her way towards one of the VIP tables.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-04-29 18:34:22		Alicia rolls 8 to dancing (dex+exp+spec+teamwork) (10 Again)		7, 6, 4, 4, 9, 6, 10, 8, 9		4 successes