Dive Bar

[Circe]

The tale of woe got a sympathetic frown from the Summer Queen, "Ugh, that sucks dude," was Circe's response to the dead sister story. Loss of family, blood or not, was something that the Lost could relate to. She wasn't going to comment on family thought. Yes I have an evil twin would probably be a great way to get a fist to the face, gentleman or not. "Glad I didn't come up with the question.

Circe cocks her head in curiosity as she wanders what John Davis will come up with. Circe couldn't stop the giggles at her being called gentle. Circe's further response was to pout, "What kinda Fair lady would I be ta disappoint ya after that sad tale?" as she gets up and does fulfill the dare. Sitting in John's lap, arms around him and facing him, something solid may be poking his chest under Circe's jacket. "Comfy! Bad news though," she laughs as she cranes said neck to look in Lucy's direction, blonde locks probably hitting John, "Watching Lucy's gonna be murder on my neck."

The fabulous hat however was bumping into her head too much. With a growl Circe shifts in her seat, turning her behind so she is sitting on John side saddle, "There, that's more comfortable. It's fabulous hat cowboy but maybe a lil' too big." She eyes Lucy. as the woman dances, "Niiiice dance Lucy. What about you Ingrid," more moving in her seat occurs as she looks at her fellow Queen, "For which do you care, truth or dare?"

[Emily Makerith]

The cowboy's tale is a sad one. Emily sympathises, also knowing what it's like to lose people. She feels a pang of pity, mixed with a little jealousy, as Circe drapes herself over John. That should cheer anybody up...

But then Luci starts her dance.

"Woah," Emily murmers, gawking. Arrogant, domineering... but damn, she sure knows how to flaunt herself. The blue-haired girl bites her lip. It's not so bad Ingrid doesn't look down at Emily, because she's similarly hypnotised by Luci's sensual movements.

"Uh... yeah... well... I guess there are worse things to want..." Emily stammers her reply, finally tearing herself away and looking up at the goth girl.

I... sure hope I'm not outta luck here. Damned pretty girls getting all the stares with their long dancer's legs and their lithe, sexy bodies... Emily shakes her head vigourously, sending a bright ripple of blue all over, looking back up at the exotic dancer. "God, I'm gonna need a cigarette after this," she mutters.

[Lucifer]

There were times when Lucifer thought that the Endless Dark had been almost worth it, fleeting moments of magnificence, of splendor and awe, moments of power and fantasy. Now was such a moment, as Lucifer struck her last pose, half the bar stupefied, even the bartender staring, too petrified with lust to worry about telling her to leave as she finally stepped down. She slipped on her shoes, and then walked back to her drink, pausing only to ruffle Emily Makerith 's hair.

"Goooood Puppy," she cruelly cooed, her fingers leaving the blue mane as she finally left the poor woman alone and went to pick up her drink. Of course, she didn't actually drink it. She knew the rule.

"A fresh one," she ordered the bar tender, all but short of throwing it at him as she gave it to him and then turned back to her throng, her gaggle, her court.

"Who is next? Who desires to be asked for a truth, or commanded with a dare?"

[Ingrid]

"Well I'm a good little girl. So I'll go with truth."

Because truth was such a malleable thing, after all.

And at long last, Ingrid remembers that she has a drink.

[Echo]

Echo, numb in her chair watches the morningstar descend from the heavens table.

"Who is up for an orgy?" she asks, hand raised and noticeably jealous of the hair rubble the puppy receives.

Blinking dumbly, her Queen's voice pierces through the lust hewn fog that surrounds her mind. Or well it allows her to focus on someone not She of No Equal.

"Would you be up for a three-or-more-some?"

Hey. Important questions, they had to be asked.

[Emily Makerith]

Emily moans slightly as her head lolls to one side and rises to Luci's touch. A small contented sound follows her nails scritch her scalp and the nape of her neck. Dammit that's not.... fair....

She watches the dancer saunter back to the bar, and shakes her head again, listening to the back and forth of truth and question. The blue-haired punk chews he lip slightly as she watches Ingrid for the answer to the blonde's question. She swallows drily. Maybe I can help this along...

Gently taking the bottom of Ingrid's top between her teeth, Emily tugs gentle in the direction of the door, and makes a whimpering sound. She nods meaningfully at the door and looks up at Ingrid. Hopefully she won't pass me off to Luci...

[Circe]

Circe doesn't give up her perch with an arm still around John, she is quite comfy. Echo's question first gets a smile then a scowl. The blonde atop a cowboy lets out a sad sigh as she sagged down, "Ah, cazzo pepite. It's VERY enticing, but I'm afraid not tonight sweetie. I already have an appointment ta meet here from work so I can't. Office politics, boo." She looked around the group with a small smile, "But I'm sure ya have plenty here to get some good numbers. By booster seat included," she turns her head to look John Davis face to face with her left eyebrow raised, "Riiiiiiiiiiight? Also, what's yer number?"

Then she looks to Ingrid. A evil smile crosses her face, "Well then a truth, huh? What's the most embarrassing outfit ya have ever worn?" Because that couldn't have a depressing answer like John had.

[Lawrence Taft]

Taft watches in amusement as the game unfolds around him, then quietly excuses himself when the opportunity is right.

Taft exits.