(Something Borrowed) Last Chance Saloon

[Xander]

The Shady Lady lay in wait for the Veiled Threats. Though it normally closes at 2 am, the right amount of money could buy just about anything. Unfortunately, not everyone could buy time right now, and the clock continued to tick the seconds away as the Threats made their approach.

The saloon had a little over a dozen people left in it at the time the Threats arrive. The bartender mixed drinks for the three people at the bar, and two waitresses check on the rest scattered at the tables. One younger woman stands behind a counter near the front. A cash register, computer, and pile of menus keep her company as she watched the door, counting the minutes before she could finally go home for the night. Who decided to keep the place open later tonight anyway? Obviously not her.

Time is 1:45.

[Star]

He had that James Dean daydream look in his eye; she had that that red lip classic thing that he liked.

Not really.

He had the sweater. Collar popped. Sleeves cuffed and rolled over yarn. She had the hoodie, pulled up, and sunglasses. She's a celebrity in mufti, he's her toolbag boy toy; together, they slum in clubs. Traffic at 1:45? No sir. Only three things happen that late. Legit customers bail to avoid the cops that show up at 2am. Deals shift into hard sell to get closed. Deals. All the deals. Lastly? This is the most important. Employees start their clean up routines.

After Hours are for industry. True story.

So something was up. And so Anonymous Celeb and Douchebag Boyfriend slid into a booth.

Because, obviously, they were invited.

[Xander]

Snakey Kim entered the building with no resistance. The woman waiting at the front simply greets him her with a smile and a whispered "You're table is ready sir." Once that was done she was left to wander as two more came through the door.

The woman at the front desk watched the Veiled couple slip past. Eyes watched them settle into the booth before waving a waitress over. Menus are handed over and the waitress immediately heads towards the hoodie and mophead. "Hi! I'm Sam and I'll be your waitress tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?" It was such a trivial question in this particular moment, but it wasn't like an eye needed a reason to watch you.

Meanwhile on the other side of the bar in a booth, Bonnie sat with a glass of coke. Asp got a chin up acknowledging her, but no wave over or words.

After all, Clyde knew what to do now right?

Can I get Wits+Comp-2 to perceive things as you enter the dining area?

[Star]

"House Special."

Don't look at the menus. Nobody here wants what's on the menu. If the waitress was selling what was on the menu? She'd mention Last Call. This is how the play goes down: front man buys time, Warlock gets that pass phrase answer. Easy, right?

Because Smiley's People.

  2 Successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-02-08 18:33:46		Star rolls 3 to Something Borrowed Wits + Composure -2 (10 Again)		8, 4, 8		2 successes

[Avis]

"Seven n' Seven," Avis replied from the depths of her hood. Eyes hidden by blackened glass peered out at the restaurant, pausing briefly on the thief.

   2 successes also

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-02-09 03:52:14		Avis rolls 4 to notice thangs (wits3+comp3-2) (10 Again)		4, 10, 6, 2, 8		2 successes

Avis dropped her spells before entering the building.

[Xander]

All the veiled threats are able to notice the bag by Bonnie's feet under the table. Everyone recognizes it as the one sitting on the bed at the Sheraton, even if certain other aspects of the scene stuck out more prominently. Problem? Her legs were crossed through the strap, with one on each side of the bag on the ground squeezing the bag tightly. Her gaze lingers on Asp before her expression shifts slightly at a low *vrrrrrr* from her side. She procures a phone from her purse, taps away at it, then slides it back in.

"Coming up!" The waitress said happily to Star and Avis before walking off to the kitchen. There was idle chatter around, but no one remained near the two Threats.

Meanwhile closer to the front, Asp had yet to enter the dining area. A good thing too, because Avis and Star didn't seem to notice the lady at the front was still watching them through the reflection on the front glass door.

[Avis]

<<I want to go for the throat,>> Avis signed to Star. <<Wait or go for the one in the hand?>>

Her eyes slid behind the black glass back to Bonnie. It would be real easy to just drop her, there. Asp and Star could keep her from leaving, Avis could fuck up her mind. They take the bag, take her 'to the doctor'. Real easy. Only problem was that would tip off their real enemy. An enemy that might not actually show. What kind of Mage set up a middleman to steal for them, but would collect it all in person? All she'd have to do is send some street person in will a bag of money and a description of who to collect a bag from. Not that they couldn't then follow the runner back to her, but what if she could do what Bonnie did? Then they'd be fucked.