(Open Scene) Nuit D'Encre Grand Opening

[Quinn Durant]

Forgot my book keeping!

[R Quartermain]

"Most folks who do that are doctors and lawyers, you don't really look like one of those." she elaborates.

He managed a small smile, nodding in reply. “You are correct, Ms…. Helen,” he corrected himself a moment later. “I am neither a doctor nor a lawyer. Those professions were… not suited to me, in my youth, let us say. Though I think if my parents had ever discovered the… lines of work I would end up in, they’d have died from shock.”

Quartermain took the drink from the bartender, considering it critically – if perhaps a little ruefully. As he swirled the drink under his nose, letting the scent of the booze and bitters, accented with the sweetness of the orange peel, drift into his nose he tried to remember what it might have been like had he still been alive.

He couldn’t remember it, anymore, he mused. There were things he knew, things that he’d made sure to record such as dates and fact and figures… but this? Being overcome by the scent of a thing and how the heart might race in eager expectations or how the mouth might salivate from the smell alone.

And now? Now it was a distant, formless, thing – it could have been paint, colored water, or a photograph. He debated for a moment downing the thing regardless, knowing it would sit as a sloshing pool of liquid inside him until he eventually grew tired of the internal waves and heaved it from his body in ungraceful and undignified privacy.

But tonight, perhaps, he would roll the dice. An effort of will added layers to the blush of health suffusing his skin and a soft smile crossed his face as he brought the drink to his lips and sipped, savoring the explosion of sensation as he held it under his tongue for a moment and breathed over it.
The soldier raised a glass to Helen, smiling as he swallowed.

“Cheers, as they say,” he murmured. “Shall we find a quieter place so Connor might continue to play host without us underfoot?”

Sure! Start one up?

[Circe]

In deference to her fellow Summer's fashion sense, Circe's choice of legwear is drawing eyes. The matching collared jacket doesn't help to prevent attention from being drawn, half tank underneath or not. She feels she should be having a dolled up Mauser C96 given the particular shade of orange. Then again the crimson hair and bright green eyes she is sporting probably contrast it too.


A clasp is upon her lapel, identifying her as a Summer to those in the know. Glasses adorn her face, helping her save on hair dye and contacts. A sparkling pendant is visible to draw eyes from the orange. Her ears also have a hint of blue and silver to them to mundane eyes.


Circe taps her chin, eyeing the room. Curious, whom should she bother tonight? The booze? The veeps? That wallflower? Poor Bellemy's hiding has caught her attention as the Fairest Summer Queen considers where to cause her chaos.

[Twist]

Twist had fully expected to enjoy the drive over due to her company. But she had not expected to fall in love with the vehicle that Quinn picked her up in. The sheer size of it was nearly obnoxious and in a strange way, she loved it.

So it was for a multitude of reasons that she breezed past the bouncer at the side of Quinn with a smile true enough to have her eyes sparkling. She herself was dressed thematically. Not fully historic of course, she wanted to look good, not like a costumed fool. But it was clear that she was honoring Connor's establishment with her pinstriped pants and suspenders, her black hat completing the look.

As she let Quinn lead the way toward the man of the evening, she herself scanned to interior of the room. Her beast had rumbled upon entering, but it seemed that there were more Kindred in here than that early warning had notified her of. She didn't actually know most of them past having seen them in court. She probably would recognize their named from the cacophonous whispers. But matching the two was likely beyond her at the moment.

"It seems a successful opening," she murmured to her companion.

[Twist]

Expenditures

[Conner Wells]

"Pleased to meet you, Jennifer." Conner shares a warm smile between the two predators. He appreciates the simple, almost Clark Kent approach to Jennifer's incognito identity. Chris seems receptive as well, and Conner honestly appreciates the mans' willingness to include him. "I'd been looking to explore the VIP section as well, I'd be happy to join you."

"My cousin? Quinn? Actually, I think she's..." And then Quinn enters with all the precise timing of a lightning strike. "...already here." And with Twist. Conner's stomach twists in unholy knots as he balances between panic and anger. His Priscus was clearly using all of her 'scary dog privileges' tonight, and just when he was hoping to have a nice, easy, social night. He takes another sip of the bourbon. Looks like this train has five wheels. "I'll let them know to join us, if you'd like?"

If there's no objections from Chris and Jennifer, Conner will wave over to Quinn and Twist to invite them towards the VIP area. If nothing else, the Shadow joins his first encountered pair as they enter...

Continued in Very Interesting Predators...

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"You two have met? Sounds like an interesting story."
Jennifer looks between the two gentlemen who are with her. Her body language confident, expression politely curious.

Dark eyes move around the room, noting the players. A bit surprised at who has chosen to step out in a few cases. Discreet nods at clandestine times to Bellemy, the Archon and Whip Connor when the moment is right.

A noncommittal shrug when Conner suggests bringing his cousin and her important date over. She should have expected that.
"Just when I was going to say it was nice to talk to you, get a sense of your own interests."
The Lady replied politely. She sees the VIP room and nods. A look at Chris.

" Shall we, Chris?" She moved to the VIP room, a look at Bellemy. An inviting look.
Then she was through the VIP doorway.

[Circe]

Circe's head bounces a little as she looks between the options, humming a tune known to many indecisive people. When pauses on Bellemy, lettting out a single word: "Moe."


Wallflower it was. The Fairest moves over to him, the orange popsicle look ruining any chances of strutting due to the colors. Which was the point.


"Ciao, uomo nell'angolo," she cheerfully says to Bellemy. His appearance? Yeah that causes her to blink and raise an eyebrow briefly before she hums without a care for it. She'd seen stranger 'lings and hobgoblins. Plus furries. Those mundies were just out there!


This dude could be a lot of things. Maybe he even forgot to up his Mask. "Having fun in the corner, or do ya lay in wait," she waves with both arms in either direction, "Fer some hot date?" She gives him a wink.

Was this person the type of introvert to wilt, or lash out?

[Connor OBrien]

The Haunt steps away from the men at the bar and moves back into the growing crowd. On the way to his intended targets he makes note of those who are here, either from his invitations or through his run of advertising. Nods of recognition are given to both Chris and Mary; Nods and smiles are cast towards Jennifer, Conner, and Bellemy. However, his intended targets are offered neither of those.

His walk across the relatively small bar takes longer than expected as he makes a stop here and there to do the usual duties of one hosting an event; asking how people are, making suggestions on drinks, and offering some small banter in passing. However, eventually he pulls himself up in front of Quinn and Twist. "Good evening, Quinn." The Haunt starts with a smile. A flash of silver and blue catch his eyes and the quickly divert from Quinn's face to her right hand. For some reason, the light that previously occupied his blood blushed eyes dims and he looks back up with an obviously forced smile. "Miss Torsione," he starts, his voice much more measured than before, "I'm so very glad you both were able to make it."

[Bellemy]

Bellemy watched the crowd shift to and fro in the dance of social beings. It looked like any other establishment when the bodies started pressing together. Although the creature had to admit there was a very diverse crowd . Connor has done well in attracting clientele. Bellemy thought.

It wasn't long before a fire haired beauty approached the shadowed figure. The haunt watched the woman's confident stride and was pleased by the display of courage. "Ciao, Bella." Bellemy replied in the only italian words the haunt knew. "No hot date tonight. I was keeping my options open." while the curse made Bellemy's voice rough the creature was adept at adding a polite lilt to the words. With a gesture towards an empty seat Bellemy asked "Tempted?"