(Nexus III) Around the Bar

[Circe]

Circe removes a $50 bill from somewhere in her left bracer to start her tab for the bar keep. She doubted that bartender would forget her too soon. "That is good," Circe smiles as she accepts the wine, "It would be irksome ta have to change right here," she could with her little helper. Maybe not the clothes, but colors yes.


"Quinn, a nice name. I could offer several names, I have quite a few," she purrs out, "Some nice, some naughty. A few just plain rude. But Mary will do for tonight, unless you wish for a more exotic label for this sight."


She sips the wine as she turns to Connor, "I should hope it would fit," she accepts Connor's hand, "Making something too tight is painful, but too loose?" She sips the wine, "I'd get arrested on such ironic charges."


Circe idly twirls the wine glass. It has a hint of something other than grape to it. A different fruit, that causes her face to scrunch up in thought. It is not a bad look with the glasses thrown on. Then she takes a sip before letting out an, "Ah. Of course. It is that."


Then back to the mortals, "Sorry, the wine distracted me. How does the evening find each of you? It has found me with a lovely view before my eyes. With an excellent skyline behind you three as well," the wink that followed was naughty.

Sorry, Circe does not have the crown. I should have been more clear about that, I just forgot to mention to negate it. The pauldrons I think help hold the outfit up. Her bracers clearly have little pockets hidden somewhere. Probably the boots too.

[Mable Wood]

Mable heads over to the Bar and gives the bartender her credit card. "Whatever she wants tonight can go on this. Thanks." She points to Emily Makerith .

She then turns and smiles at the people gathered near the bar, "Hi y'all"

[Emily Makerith]

Emily grins, waving at the bartender. "I'll have a Cosmo. Please."

She looks to the others, eyes lingering on Circe. "Hey, sugar. Long time not see! You must be freezing in that! I mean, it suits you, of cource, but I'm amazed those nipple covers aren't like tent poles." She looks at the others. "Heyyy... wait.... I know you guys! From the Car show! Huh. Guess you never do know people..." She slips her hand into Mable's and squeezes reassuringly, scooping up her drink.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn refilled her champagne flute with its intended beverage. She liked champagne. Not necessarily because of the connotations drinking it held, that was obvious, but for the simple chemistry. She enjoyed the sensation of bubbles popping on her tongue. It made the drink seem more fun. For the time being. The price always came later. Better than eating food.


Quinn chuckled a little, her eyes sparkling with warmth at Connor's retort, and further riposte on the issue of pursuit. Quinn always appreciated a Kindred who gave good head. So to speak. It kept things interesting. For Kindred that could be a high bar to meet at times. "Hope you got your Nike's laced." She said softly, watching him with that cheeky look on her face. Even with that minor discouragement, her eyes were alive with enjoyment, no matter what she said. So far she was his brat.

Quinn watched JC's subdued reaction. He was so shy, Quinn was gentle with him in public, in private she knew damn well he could give as good as he got and knew how to work it. He wasn't fooling her. Others saw what they thought they wanted to see with J.C. Quinn wasn't about to salt that game. She enjoyed watching it to much for that. "Those circles certainly have binding principles for enjoyment, don't they? I know the constricting nature of a corset always sits right with me." Now in her minds eye she was picturing J.C on a whole new level. Oh myyyyy.

Quinn grinned back at Circe. Touche. She put the beast back in its box and looked at the Lady in front of her with friendly eyes. Pulling back her predatory instincts a wee bit. Flirting was one thing. Action, another. Quinn was not at the point of action yet. Enjoying the view immensely however. There was no denying that, to hear that reciprocated well that was something, wasn't it? She didn't contemplate long, after all Quinn was rarely stumped for conversation. "I'm enjoying the evening so far. It's nice to let your hair down a bit and let yourself be more your true self for an evening. Away from the prying eyes of the sleepy throng of the mob in the city below us." She paused a moment, watching her. "What about you, Mary?"

Just in time for Mable and Emily to make there appearance! Oh ho! So Emily was a member of the supernatural brigade. Quinn made a mental note to self to make sure she used her family's gift on folks she intended to feed on. Accidentally feeding on a supernatural being, sounded like a bad idea. She easily would have assumed Emily was human. Mable's beast wanted Quinn to wedge back against the bar a bit. Go deeper back so her beast saw someone else to eat first.

"Hey yourself!" She said to Mable with a friendly grin. Then she turned to the other half of the couple, Emily. "And the lady I fully intend to buy a restoration from! Small world! Loving this twist of fate though..I gotta admit!" She said with a laugh. "Always a positive when you don't have to lie quite as much about why you want such and such modifications..."

[Connor OBrien]

Connor mirror's Quinn in filling up his own champagne flute before taking a sip, his eyes refusing to leave the woman. She's toying with him, that much is obvious from the looks plastered on her face, but he would be hard pressed to say that he doesn't enjoy it. He scoffs, almost a laugh, at her comment about his 'Nike's being laced,' and stares a moment with his signature smirk. Finally, he settles on a word that seems to encapsulate everything he wants to say concisely. "Always." He would always chase her, he would always cherish her, he would always do anything to see her eyes shining like they are now. Whether she takes those meanings from the word is up to her.

The conversation between Quinn and J.C. is interesting enough to keep an ear on, but most of Connor's attention is focused on the mutual target that he and Quinn had singled in on. He takes a sip of his drink, pulling the more predatory nature of the beast back from the forefront. "Surely the view is just as lovely from where I'm standing." The haunt says with a wink, making it apparent he was not speaking of the skyline. "My night has been fantastic so far, thank you for asking. I might have to return here on occasion." He doesn't bother asking how her night is, as Quinn already has and redundancy is annoying at the least. He keeps his eyes on the Fairest for a beat more, about to say something as the urge to run floods his mind and cuts him off.

The press of a stronger beast barrages him as his own beast lurches forward, the urge to leap over the bar ever present in his mind. There are three Kindred that he knows of with beasts this strong, statistically this is a Gangrel. As he suppresses the urge to run, he turns to meet the predator, only to find his suspicions confirmed in the form of Mable Wood. He gives a nod to Mable, not knowing if she has a preferred alias for these situations. Her escort, Emily, chooses to engage in more conversation. "I thought I recognized you!" He says warmly, his accent nowhere near as pronounced as when they had first met. "Who would've guessed we'd meet here too? How have you been?"

[Circe]

She wasn't sure what the talk was about Nike's, but the possibility that the pretties did cardio wasn't a surprise. It was vital to the universal back up plan.


And it seems Quinn was more reserved then Circe expected. Or her dress was overkill. That might be it too. But corsets? Circe quirked an eyebrow at the hint she thought she heard and oh, interesting. "Technically my dear Quinn," she sips her wine, "Corsets are only for women. The male version is called a girdle. Same function, different marketing."


Quinn was making the conversation interesting for Circe. It was nice to get away from the mundy crowds to just be yourself, and very relaxing to do it in a safer social space. The Hedge fit the former but very much not the latter. "It is pleasing," more wine, "To be away from those crowds and more free in such a relaxing place. Exciting places away from them are so plentiful, fun, but relaxing social spots that are the same?" Circe giggles, "That is tricky. Even someone as tricky as me finds them with difficulty. I am glad that those here gave it crimson shine," a wink at Quinn in her red dress before sending a smile Connor's way, "I am enticed Connor. To return here myself. Such relaxing kith to be around warms my heart."


"Ah, Ladies Mab and Marketh," Circe recalled them and the former's name was ironic to the fae woman for various reasons, "You look splendid this evening." She turns her gaze upon Emily, "I believe I am hot enough," the Mantle flares blasting the area of the bar with a brief pulse of warmth, "To handle such things. I've worn more regrettable things." Whilst bleeding too.

"Oh? I know Emily tools up cars for a living," Circe's smile is wicked, "Private toolings is private," then looks to Quinn, "Or are we talkinga bout something other then automobiles?"

[Mable Wood]

Mable playfully batted at Emily for the nipple comment.

To Quinn she smiled, "Not lying is always good. Has done wonders for our relationship."

To the group in general knowing many had different names, "You can call me Mable or what ever nickname you folks so choose."

"I hope everyone is well. Fall is my favorite time of the year. It's so beautiful."

"Emily is so amazing with cars. Anything you need she can do. It's like a super power."

She gives Conner a smile.

"Mary, you are stunning as always." Her eyes dipped to her nipples hmmmm. Then she gave a devilish grin. "Nope, no tent poles."

[Emily Makerith]

The werewolf beamed at Quinn, grabbing her drink. "Oh, she's coming along... Keeley? No... Queen..." She snaps her fingers. "Quinn! Yes! Sorry, I'm awful with names." Her face falls slightly at the sound of modifications. "Oh god, not another one. I've had it up to here," she straighens her hand and taps it twice across her chest, "with custom mods lately." Emily sighs. "Shit! Sorry.... Look, I'm sure I can do... something. Depends what you need. I'm a little leery of some stuff. Legality, y'know. Gotta keep my licences."

A hand slapped her forhead. "Shit, I'm such a clutz - Mabs, this is Quinn. She's the woman buying the restoration I was telling you about. Quinn, this is Mabel, my girlfriend." She catches the nod Connor gives Mabel. "I'm good, you? Uh, do you two know each other?" It made the odds of him being a vampire super high. Please god let her say so. His name is completely gone. I remember the car but he's.... dammit.

Circe draws a giggle from the Ithaeur. The mechanic doens't notice the flare of heat. "You're the worst. Yes, we're on about cars." She looks the changeling up and down. "Okay, I just can't work out what you are. And I can see a hell of a lot of you." She squeezes Mable's hand reassuringly.

"Ow!" She looks mock-shocked as she gets swatted for commenting on nipples. "What? They're right there. She wouldn't wear it if she didn't want a comment." She grins, slipping an arm back around Mabel.

The compliment about her work makes Emily blush a little, even through her pale make-up. She shifts but says nothing, hand squeezing Mabel again.

Origins , just so you know, Mantles don't affect non-fae things

[JC Smith]

“Mmm-hmm,” JC smirked when Circe talked about lovely views and the three Kindred, when he knew she’d barely noticed him before. He took another pull from his long island. Connor was more than welcome to flirt, JC just would enjoy the view.

He smiled through the homicidal urge, when he saw Mable.

“Hi,” he replied when he noticed Emily’s hand playfully slip into hers. Was everyone in the Domain dating other members of supernatural communities?! He supposed it made a sort of sense. Not having to fear a mortal breaching the Masquerade and not having to feel the Beast constantly desiring the death of someone close to you.

“Some," he replied to Quinn, laughing internally. Of course that's where her mind would go. "Some just like setting the bar on craftsmanship." Their thoughts processes weren’t exactly the same but he found her ideas assuming all the same. Even if it meant reserving the eye rolls for home and what he suspected would be an avalanche of questions from her later.

"So if a man buys or wears a corset, it immediately changes into a girdle?” JC asked pleasantly.

“JC,” he introduced himself again to Mable and Emily as he let the several conversations turn around him. The political part sulking about not being more engaged. The spider grateful not to be stressing about HAVING to watch every word and just having fun for once.

[Circe]

Circe clinks the glass to he breast plates. Literal, there is the sound of metal clinking glass, "I would say flattery but clearly I'm not flat."


"Oh I could be so many things. A moogle, a muse," she chuckles, "ing. "Or perhaps I am a ex-goddess due to an incident involving cursed wine. Or Italian American. I find myself so changeable. It is fun to be multiple choice," she twirls her now empty wine glass. Were these not mere mortals? Implication was present.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-10-11 22:23:58	Circe rolls 6 to Fun (10 Again)	5, 9, 7, 5, 1, 10, 3	2 successes

And instead of placing the glass on the counter, leaves it frozen in the air a few inches above it, "Might I inquire as to what you are then Emily?"

Oh, that suddenly makes a lot more sense. So a little more magical mayhem then