A night on the town

[Twist]

Twist tugged lightly on the belt cinched around her waist, straightening it so that it hung correctly before she approached the door to Avalon. There was a line but it only consisted of a few people, with it not being a weekend evening though she wasn't surprised or worried at the small length. A warm smile to the bouncer who, despite his attempt to look tough, smiled back before even thinking, and Twist stepped into Avalon proper.

While at first glance Twist didn't look dressed for the club atmosphere, ankle length black pants and an ocean blue sweater, a second would show how the pants clung to her hips and legs like a second skin. And how the sweaters cowl neck sat low on shoulders, the smooth skin of her neck bared. The belt cinching around her waist and over the sweater highlighted her figure. Hair swept up into a cinch, pierced with blue saphire head pins. A pair of stilleto heels with an ankle strap completed her outfit.

Moving smoothly through the crowds, Twist let the music wrap around her, careful though to not let it sink too deeply into her bones. Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for anything of interest as she wandered.

[Sean]

Sean O'Neill walks into the Avalon, having decided that this was one of the best places in the city to get Moray acclimated to being around Kine again.

He, Lori, and Moray had stood in line for a while, and almost had not gotten in after the Doorman took a questioning look at their apparel. A grin, a slick word, and a couple Jacksons later and they're let inside.

Sean wears his more or less usual fare - cargo pants, black combat boots, a white t-shirt and red suspenders.

[Rosyn]

Lori Meyers rode in a cab with Moray to the Avalon after having picked up some more suitable clothes than sweatpants for Moray.

They waited in line with Sean only to find out that Lori still didn't dress Moray quite well enough to get in on a thrift store budget. It was slim pickings on such short notice so what she came up with was an over sized white blouse that she showed Moray how to hang off on shoulder for a more sexy look and a pair of black jeans that were almost too small. Funny how things are always one or the other, never just right.

Moray's Thrift Clothes (If she chooses to wear them)

Lori was in her short black, spiked, leather jacket, ripped band shirt, jeans, and heavy boots. Hardly acceptable. Thankfully Sean had the right idea and Lori smirked as he dove for his cash, intending fully for him to pay for her as well.

[DaevaDude]

Moray raises no objection to changing her clothing. She frowns a bit at the tightness of the jeans, but seems pleased with the looseness of the blouse, and fine with wearing it as Lori suggests.

"Thank you," she says, simply.

[Twist]

Twist resisted letting out a small sigh as she passed the bar and didn't see the familiar form of Mark. She was hoping that she could mix business with pleasure. Behind her the press of others had her beast stirring, flexing imaginary muscles and claws. Twist knew her chances of actually spotting those responsible through the crowds was slim and thus she hushed her beast without a flicker of an eyelid toward the door.

*Piacere* Twist thought then with a smile as she turned to the dance floor. The music sunk a hair deeper into her body, tendrils of a beat touching lightly against the blood that no longer beat along her viens. She took a step toward the floor, trying to decide whether or not to go in alone or find a partner first.

[Sean]

Sean leads Lory and Moray through the club, finding them a little table to gather round where they could talk without having to speak too loud over the music.

On his way through the Club the Beasts of unknown Kindred mingling through the crowd cause his own inner monster to raise its head and snarl, wanting to sniff them out and devour them. Sean works to patiently will it to be quiet and eventually it returns to its cage with a low growl.

"So, Moray. You ever been in a place like this?" Sean asks her, indicating the Avalon

[Rosyn]

Lori's Beast has her looking around the club as Sean leads them through the crowd. It tears at her mind trying to break free, hunt, and destroy but soon the rhythmic feel of the crowd moving in time with the music brought her back from the violent thoughts. Her Beast agreed that the time for fighting would come. Lori settles down into a seat around the table Sean found for them and looks curiously to Moray for her answer to Sean's question.

[Ciara Maskelyne]

*Ciara slips out of one of the private rooms in the back of the club, shaking her head in frustration. Didn't these damned Americans know how business was supposed to be conducted? She's just have to find another supplier... Her heart skips a beat, a wave of primal anger washing over her as several unknown Beasts confront her own. She stops, holding onto the railing of the bar to steady herself* My, it's gotten busy...