Man in Black IV

[Tuesday]

Man in Black

Remember, your character will need Allies 3 in any Sphere of Influence, Contacts, Status 2+, or Fame 2+ to gain admittance to this underworld / grey area meeting ground.
Please note that if Status is used, it must be Status as influence, and not as an accreditation or license.

It had been some months since TuesdayRobin had been seen around the Man in Black, which was something that sound be remedied.

So, wearing a black on back ensomble of jeans, tee and a blazer the only color coming from a lack, is the twin silver ear cuffs with delicate chain connecting the tip to the lobe. Tuesday enters the club, cutting the line with a nod of her head, while others look on in envy as they are turned away.

The lines if this neutral ground are crafted with purpose leaving areas where there are heavy shadows for those who'd prefer them and brightly lit sections who draw the club goers and those that want to be seen.

Though really the point of coming here is to be seen even if you hide a lurk in the shadows.

Tuesday choosing neither of those options heads to the bar and orders herself a virgin White Russin.

Illusions, yeah?

Sitting at the bar Tuesday sips while hazels scan the room.

Tuesday gains entry with Status 2 (Criminals)

[Alessandra]

The last time she graced Men in Black with her presence, she was called away. But not tonight, tonight she intended to stay and see what or who the night brought up.

Her skin, while still pale, had a healthy glow to it, warm to the touch. And an undead heart beat once again.

She picked a silver tailored suit jacket. It fit her curves like a glove, and was held closed in the front by two buttons. Which showed a black bra, with a little bit of lace. Her pants were fitted as well and cut low. Tattooed skin showed pretty much everywhere, stomach, back, sides. Neck tattoos peaked out of her long flowing black hair as she moved. Finger tips all the way up her exposed arms were also inked.

The only pop of color were her blood red lips, curved in a smirk.

The Italian walked with no real purpose, the lines not even getting a second glance. Why would they? She probably had more status than anyone wanting to get in.

The Savage has no need for the shadows, and walks in like she owns the place. Hey, maybe she could one day. Wouldn’t that be something.

People who are regulars here know her. If not by name, then by the numerous tattoos that marked her.

She too walks up to the bar, ordering a God Father, amaretto and scotch, in an old-fashioned glass. Which was quite amusing to her, given what her previous job was.

Dark eyes scan the room as she waits for the drink. The young girl was noticed, everyone was young to her.

[Alessandra]

Oh...and Ale has Status 5 in Criminals

[Tuesday]

Hazels are sharp, and sharpen farther when sees the inked form of the one and only Sophia De Luca.

Once in a blue moon did the Queen if Crime show up at these neutral grounds. To busy running the shadows to slum with the masses.

Even if by dint of being here you were a step or two above the masses. But De Luca was something else.

No one would approach the Queen unless called.

...or at least no one without acces to luck on call and the ability to rewrite a massive faux pas.

Tuesday pushes herself off the bar and onto her feet, heading towards the inked beauty.

"Miss De Luca, Robin Lewis." Tuesday introduces herself, knowing she'd made a splash in the criminal networks, but it might not be big enough for the Queen of Crime to notice.

[Alessandra]

The glass was picked up and simply held. For her it was more show, something to play with and focus on.

Now that girl approaching her? That was ballsy, but commendable. Not many did, so credit where it was due.

Dark eyes study the girl for a moment, seems she knew her name. But most in here did.

The name was heard and filed away. If Ale recognized the name, she didn’t say or show.

She swirls the glass in her hand, the liquid moving around before it was raised and gently sniffed.

Head then tilts, “Robin Lewis? Pesce piccolo.” comes the strong Italian accent, testing the name. “Seems you know me, is this a good thing,” pause, “or a bad thing? And if it’s a good thing, how are you. If bad, well,” soft chuckle, “that can be dealt with later.” a predatory smile slowly spread across the blood red lips, "What can I do for you?" or what can you do for me? But that question could come later if this Robin proved interesting and worth the time.

[Campanella]

Campanella watched quietly as the man in the leather jacket slunk away. There was no farewell as they parted. Both men knew they would be meeting again soon.

It was not often that Campanella went to the Man In Black. When he did, he was dipping his toes into murky waters; the kind of waters where neutral ground was exceedingly favourable. To both sides. Safety. Trust. Precaution.

He waited, barely moving, while his contact vanished from view. Tentatively reaching for his barely touched beer, he espied Tuesday. The Moros had not seen his cabal mate enter the Man In Black. And her outfit was as yet unknown to him. So he waited, and watched.

[Tuesday]

The Italian tickles her ears, Tuesday nods making a mental note about languages and learning some.

"Personally? I hope it'll be good for us both." With the banter beginning Tuesday slips onto a stool near the Queen if Crime. "Oh? Anything? A million bucks, fancy house. Maybe a pony." Tuesday quips, smirk on her lips. "Seriously though. Why dose anyone come here?" Tuesday shrugs, "But seein' you. I hand to introduce myself. Had a feeling you'd appreciate someone bein' bold enough to clone up and introduce themselves instead of pussyfooting around."

[Alessandra]

A look of amusement crosses the tattooed face, “Good for both of us huh? Have some high goals there.” But she hadn’t sent Robin away, so she must have caught her attention.

“A pony? An overrated animal if you ask me.” Attempt at a joke? Hard telling.

At the mention of who comes here, the Savage turns and leans her back against the bar, looking over the people currently there. “It’s hard telling. I’ve come across people who come to simply be seen and hope someone more important and powerful takes a liking to them. Or people who just want to see what the other side has to offer.” The criminal side of life. “But I don’t pretend to know what drives people. Myself? I have employees that keep tabs on the comings and going of this place.” A lazy shrug as the glass was swirled again. Kindred were easy to figure out, they wanted more power. More power made it easier to survive. But breathers? Hard to tell with them, odd creatures that they were. "What drives you Pesce piccolo?"

A chuckle, “You have balls, can’t deny you that. Which in itself is amusing to me. Which tells me you’re either looking to move up the food chain, or have something else in mind.” Dark eyes slide over to her, “So which is it?” simple question.

The eyes move again, seeming to find something or someone to focus briefly on, “Though it seems you have admirers.” A coy smile appears as she eyes the guy.

Was this some type of setup? Was the kid working with someone else to try and move in on her business? Or simply someone who found this Robin attractive? Hard to know.

[Campanella]

He had been seen. Too late to duck into the shadows, then. Well... This would prove interesting.

A small smile. A nod of recognition. A slight gesture with a free hand that might have been a wave or an acknowledgement. Campanella doesn't rise from his seat but he does discreetly signal for a passing wait staff and set out some instructions.

Drinks. On him. For the ladies.

Campanella is operator enough to know that if the women have business it is best not to interfere. But since they have not moved to an alcove or a dark table, that seems unlikely. If the tattooed beauty had other business she'd politely decline the invitation.

Otherwise - what harm could there be socialising and making a few new acquaintances.

Now that would depend on the ladies...

[Tuesday]

"Gotta aim high. If you don't. What's tha point?" rhetorical, paired with a shrug.

"Maybe I should have asked for a unicorn instead." wry smile, a joke sparkling behind hazels.

An easy nod as the Italian speaks. All of which was true, and some of which was news to Tuesday. But what really shouldn't be. Hazels don't mode about the room, but the weekday wonders if some of those employes were here right now.

"I like shiny things. More if a magpie then a Robin in truth." said with a smirk, "I was wondering if my skills in aquiring these shinies from people who won't part with them. Would be something if interest to you." Tuesdsy thief for hire.

Tuesday's brow arches as Sophia speaks, the unicorn turns as hazels search for who the women was talking about.

Campy? Hmm, wouldn't be the first she'd seen him here. But alone...was he waiting for someone, or had they already parted company?

Either way, Tuesday nids and offeres a finger wave to the Moros. Wondering if he'd join run, wondering if he knew just who the women she was talking to was, wondering if the Queen of Crime would want him to join them.