"Well you're more than welcome to wait downstairs for him!" she answers cheerily.
"Just give him a call!"
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"Well you're more than welcome to wait downstairs for him!" she answers cheerily.
"Just give him a call!"
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"Sure." The First Talon smiled to the woman before heading back down to the main area. He scanned the building's interior and made his way over to the restroom. Before entering he knocked back the rest of his drink before depositing it on a tray like Neil had done earlier. He swished the beverage around his mouth until he was sure the scent would be obvious to those around when he spoke.
Making his way in the Theurgist locked himself in a stall and leaned over the toilet. Leo began to speak in the High Speech as he reaches out to his Watchtower. Hands move to his forehead as hair falls out and his hairline recedes. At the same time bones shift under the the skin of his face to more closely resemble the sketch Will had done. Of coarse the sketch had done little for height or coloration, but he didn't think the woman guarding the VIP section would notice eye color. Plus the darkness of the sketch told Leo dark color, so likely brown like his own. After waiting a fair while he deposits the loose hair in the toilet and flushes. Leaving the stall he went to the bathroom sink to wash his hands. Using the water Leo then tried to slick his hair back like the man in the image, drying it with paper towels if need be. To be safe, he checked the disguise in the mirror then the paper.Nothing was sagging and it looked as good as it was going to get.
Deep breathes and Leo made his way back to the VIP section, hoping Neil wouldn't try and grab him along the way.
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'Well I wasted that mana.'
A sigh and he went back into the stall for a sec to dismiss the effect. Seriously though, this was Ariadne's cup of tea, Leo was just a grunt to stab things. At least that's how he was feeling. Leo was not about to be beaten by this though. He just needed an alternative strategy. Subtlety didn't work, and infiltration was off the board. Maybe he could break in at the higher level? No, that would end very badly. Grab Ariadne? It would work, but it would also put her in the line of fire if shit got too bad.
Then came the obvious idea, wait him out. We couldn't go to him, but he couldn't stay up there forever. The club had to close eventually, so they just needed to secure the exits. Once that was done Leo could get the drop on him and knock him out with Life. No fuss, and it was hopefully nonviolent. Assuming it worked.
With a smirk he made his way out and back to Neil, if he could find the guy. Leo knew what to do, and hopefully it might just work.
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Neil's at the far end of the bar, leaning against it. The Fairest makes a pretty fantastic decoration. It's a vantage point that affords him a view of the stairs, entrance, and bathrooms.
Elegant eyebrows arch at Leo's re-appearance.
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Leo approached Neil with no small degree of discomfort. He had solutions, but no idea if they had the time for the one he preferred.
"Hey what kinda time table are we on?" He shifts uncomfortably at the thought of saying the next part. First Talon of the Ungala Draconis, laid low by a waitress. "Do we have time to wait him out? It'd draw less attention then me forcing my way in. If not I can try something greener." He pulled out his wallet to check how much cash he had on him. Hopefully enough for a bribe.
And since when was bribing on the table? Seriously, what the fuck happened to honorable behavior? Oh right, Asylum, because Leo was going to end up in one at this rate.
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The Polychromatic shifted, the eyes going up in visible surprise. This Leo character had some serious skitterskulk issues. Where did they find this guy?
"You're kidding, right? Just get in there. Go buy a bottle. It's not hard."
There were so many things bad and wrong about waiting.
"What? Are you broke or something?"
The Fairest's hands dipped into a pocket.
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"Bottle?" In that moment the Fairest saw the light turn on, as the First Talon realized what bottle service was. So Leo was a sheltered guy, people like him didn't go out to the clubs and party all night. They had too much shit on their plates to find the time for that shit.
That was his excuse and he was sticking to it.
"Um, no thanks. I think I can handle it." He felt dumb. Super dumb. Short bus dumb. In hindsight it was a simple idea he should have thought of instantly, but as someone who didn't do the club scene at all it went right over his head. He tucked his wallet away and walked back to the woman who stood in his way.
"Excuse me, since I'm waiting anyway can I get a bottle while I wait?" He thought that was what he was supposed to say. Sounded smooth in his mind, which had no idea whatsoever what it was doing. He wasn't failing this again, he could figure something out here. Hopefully.
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Neil simply nods. His delicate features are vaguely ambivalent; behind the Polychromatic mask, oh, the laughter. Violet eyes ache from being locked in place rather than free to roll so hard.
Bright eyes is as cheerful, understanding, and ebullient as ever, but there's an oh-so-sly cant to her smile. mmmm HMMMMM. Thought. So. Still, Leo is now a Valued Customer! With all that entails. A tray and bottle is produced, along with a flirty wink, and casual stroke of the arm before reeling out a key card on a retractable tether to unlock the wonders behind the door.
Welcome to the VIP.
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As the door opened Leo was greeted by some unexpected silence. There was a corridor until one reached the VIP, expensive decorations on the walls, intimate lightning, the VIP was where all happened. In front there was an open door with brighter lights that definitelly would take him to the room.
Then there were a few giggles, female excitable giggles.
There were a few more. Not from the same woman.
Leo was not alone!
As he advanced towards the room the giggles increased and two attractive blonde women passed in front of the door, running to the other side of the room. One seemed to be pulling the other by her hand. From what Leo had glimpsed they were both in their lingerie with little covering their bodies.
"Come out come out wherever you are!!" There was this voice, someone could very well be playing hide and seek in the VIP
There were a few more giggles, now on the other side of the room from the direction where the two blonds had escaped to.
A man ran in the same direction and passed in front of the door as well, running in his shorts.
There was the sound of a spray can.
With a few more footsteps Leo was now inside the VIP. The room was large, expensive furniture and comfortable sits, there was a bar wit han expensive looking shelve and several poles for performances. The man from before and one of the blondes were having a body shot, feasting on the Chantilly and Champagne that the other blonde was pouring over her own belly, chest and legs. They to were smudged with cream, their hair was a mix of champagne, cream and sweat and it seemed they had both received a similar treatment to the one they were administering to the other blond now.
They were too busy to notice Leo giggling and yelling and dipping their face into the cream.
There was no one else in the VIP.
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Leo... Leo was uncomfortable. Surely he'd be expected to buy something, or worse, do something. Then the man he was looking for ran in front of the doorway, and the target was now officially acquired. Problem was how to get to him without raising eyebrows. Knocking him out right now would surely draw the wrong type of attention.
When he entered the VIP room itself, he blushed a little. The girls were, um, wow. That's a thing people do? His left hand was now scratching the back of his head nervously. He broke eye contact with them and scanned the room. Entrances and exits were of primary concern, and more fluid to interpretation given his healing talents and the possible heights the windows might have. Then came the question of weapons for the worst case scenario. Bottles, cups, flimsy looking furniture.
It was a tactical decision to survey his surroundings before interaction, but really, he just didn't want to have to be the one to initiate contact in this horribly awkward situation. So instead of walking all the way over his eyes darted around his surroundings while occasionally making eye contact with the ladies... and their undergarments. Seriously, wow.
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