Turnt. Up.

[Ingrid]

"Not really," Ingrid replied to the Maggie Jay. Her eyes slid over the two Beasts, connecting dots from the little information they pair had supplied. Clearly, the duo knew of each other with some degree of intimacy. "It was supposed to be a quiet night out."

"That is a fine start," she continued turning her attention to Echo. "You can call me Ingrid." Artfully, the Darkling did not indicate if she liked or disliked being called Queen. More to the point was the hint of steel in her voice. Two new Changelings show up and start dissing one of her freeholders?

"Not exactly the place to be doing this. Too loud. Can't hear. Are you passing through?"

The Darkling's smile was friendly.

[Quick]

Oh. Shit. A waspy figure ambles into the already thick-as-fuck crowd of weirdos friends. One with a bad rap, sure, but one she's done a little work to back up. Quick hides his mouth behind the rest of his blue, sweet, cold rummy drink. Gasps for a breath after he finishes it. A brow quirks as Coco lets out a barbed response to Cyndee's complaint. And yes, Ok: Quick might have been thinking it, too. But he didn't say it out loud. Big difference. Huge.

"Coco. Nice to see you." he says, flatly, to Winter's self-proclaimed 'biggest fan'.

He can barely focus on the classless exchange between blue-jay girl and the glass lioness. Panty exchange, yeah. He's busy glaring/staring at Coco. Wondering what cutting comment he can make to settle the score. That is, until, the crazy new girl makes a similar, unkind comment. That breaks his gaze, for a minute. Spring's clearly not just a bunch of happy-go-lucky people who love everyone. So much for positive stereotypes.

"Ease off." he mutters, frowning at the liony newcomer. "Not really a prude, myself. Wear what you want. But what you said? Just rude. Not good to treat a friend like that."

Sera doesn't seem to mind the drama. Or maybe she doesn't notice? Whatever. He's not going to read into it. It's Sera. Ingrid, on the other hand, adds a little edge to her voice. Quick grins. Shamelessly. You go, girl.

[Echo]

"Ingrid, Seraphina, Coco," Echo purrs, fangs flashing in the swiftly shifting lights. "Purr-fect names for purr-fect dames." ginning at both pun and rhyme.

Ears and tail droops at the obvious disapproval, the manic grin and the high thrumming energy disappears in a single instant. Dowsed in water, her eyes flit and flicker as she tries to find a thread to pull, a leg to stand on, then the mammoth makes a jab of her own.

"Puh-leaze! This is at least two handkerchiefs." she says with a smirk, arms crossing, hips jutting to the side, and tail flicking lowly behind her.

[Coco]

Honestly, the glass was the only thing that gave Coco pause. Everything about Echo - resounding yes. The glass, however, just seemed uncomfortable.

"Pleasure to meet you, too, Kitty-cat," Coco shot back with a wink, "but I won't be staying for long. I lucked out, it seems. I have a gift for you," Coco continued, turning to Ingrid . The Wasp fished into the pockets of her shorts and pulled out two keys on a small ring.

"The larger one is for Edna's, the smaller one is for Mhairi's apartment. Give Edna's to the next freakshow, and Mhair's key to whoever needs it. I've got business that popped up in LA, so I'm not going to be able to use it."

Coco practically pressed the keys into the Sovereign's hands before she turned to leave.

"Don't worry, I won't forget to write! Ta!"

And with that, and a jaunty wave of her hand, the Wasp disappeared back into the crowd.

Coco exits. Sorry to be abrupt, but wanted to log before site transfer.

[Seraphina]

Smirking to her Queen, "But giving your position, can any night ever be a quiet night out anymore?” she asks playfully.

But then came the steel in her voice, and the smirk w ent away replaced by her glass of water. Seemed things were getting interesting. And it wasn’t that Sera avoided drama, she just didn’t think a nightclub was the best place for it.

Sapphires turn to Quick as her lips grin, “Brilliant way to put it! Lets all wear what we want and just enjoy the freedom to do so. Plus, aren’t we as woman supposed to build each other up?” something she’d gathered through eavesdropping here and there.

Seemed Cyndee was adamant to keep the jabs going.

“Oh, I’m sure we can arrange something for a field trip, will be fun.” She didn’t really like going into the Hedge, but she couldn’t blame Cyndee for being curious about them.

And then Echo gives it right back. See, drama was just so tiring to follow and deal with.

“Eh, I’d give it a bit more,” she says, the playful note returning to her voice, “room to breathe and move needing to be taking into consideration.” A wink was added, she was having fun.

How did Coco get the keys for Edna’s? Though she knows full well that she’d only have them if Mhairi gave them to her. But it was still disheartening to see.

Wait, what?! Coco was leaving?! There was a pout from the Nix at the news. She had been looking forward to getting to know the Wasp better. Well, there goes that she thinks with a sip of her water.

[Ingrid]

Now it was Ingrid's turn to be taken aback. Initially surprised, she seemed to shrink in on herself as she stared at the set of keys.

The Keys of old Edna's House.

The Keys of the Ashen Sovereign.

Mhairi's keys.

The Darkling's head snaps back up and watches helplessly as the Wasp vanishes into the crowd.

[Echo]

Summer set, sun against the dunes, spring in bouquet hands off a key, and leaves. Echo's ears fold back against her head, and her tail droops. She wanted to pounce on the Wasp. She wanted to tussle in the sheets, laze about in sunbeams. Give her flowers and try and match them to her mantle.

Wide blade sharp cat eyes lock onto her jaybirds. Then abruptly she smushes her face into the crook of Maggie's shoulder. Breathing the scent of her friend's feathers. She let's loose a low sound. It's a sad noise, lost under the primal thrum of the bounding base.

"Yes drinks." she says, slumping against the jaybird, but pulling her face from the familiar scent. "All the drinks."

[Quick]

Quick isn't surprised - or disappointed - that Sera steps in to preserve the peace. She's probably too sweet for her own good. Well, no. That's not entirely true. She's got an edge to her... when she needs it. The Elemental begins whimsically planning another bout in the ring. Maybe doing a secret handicap to make her do better.

The lion-girl's facade shatters pretty quickly. Quick is almost taken aback. Almost. Plus, she bounces back just as easily when big-bird makes her own jab. From tears to jokes in a few seconds flat. She's crazy, huh? Quick decides not to push it any further.

His jaw practically drops when the sharp-tongued wasp makes her announcement. Just like that? No escalating war of insults? No social battles? He barely got to know her, but the few times he had? They ran the gamut from begrudging drinking buddies to frenemies. In his mind, anyway. It kind of makes sense that she had Mhairi's key. But then she turns it over to Ingrid? Sure, Ingrid's a good choice. Trustworthy and stuff. But what exactly did Quick miss? He blinks a few times. "Uh. Bye..."

Blue-jay snaps him out of it. With plans for more drinks. And Quick is down. Because his own drink will be empty soon. He isn't even put off by the (let's face it) sad display by lion girl. "Drinks! Natural peacemakers. People usually do toasts or whatever. What to?" As if he'd been challenged, he knock back the rest of his drink. "And what's the next drink?"