How To Leash A Leprechaun

[Ishani]

Ishani notices Victoria's approach, her eyes wandering down the woman's body in appreciation. "Good evening Mistress Crimson. I am glad to see you are prepared this evening."

She turns slightly and indicates the stage. "We've made sure everything is ready for you. Now, we would prefer that only those who hand over a necklace or some cash get your unique attentions. However, if you wish to0 take a volunteer or two from the crowd, it is your perogative."

Her tone is light and she even gives the woman a genuine smile. See? No bitchiness here, honest.

[Ankh]

Ankh walks into the club, West at her side. She had dressed for the holiday but couldn't talk West into anything even close to a costume. She finally settled for a nice green button up with black slacks and a black leather jacket. He looked so uncomfortable in the clothing it almost made her luigh. It wasn't that she liked it when he looked uncomfortable, it was that he had such an aversion to dressing up she couldn't help but be amused.

Her own constume left little to the imagination and she wondered if maybe this was the cause for the discomfort. She stops in front of one of the cages and watches the two people inside performing their little show. With a smile she turns her attention to the main stage and gives a bit of a laugh. She leans in close to West so he can hear her over the loud music.

"You gonna volunteer for the whipping post? I wonder if we're allowed to whip the Doms or if they are the only ones allowed to do the whipping."

Ankh's Outfit

[Lesingnon]

Rick Pereg

Rick offered the Ogre a polite smile. "Nice to meet you as well. It's always good to see new arrivals." Though he was beginning to wish he'd see a a few more who bore the chill of Autumn as opposed to Spring's warmth, Summer's heat, or Winter's cold. In fact, now that he thought about it he was the last Autumn Courtier who'd arrived in Sacramento and stayed for any length of time. A pity really, it would be nice if the Court had a stronger presence in the city.

"We've been here once before actually, they had an event on New Year's Eve as well. It was quite the night."

Chantay Jones

Chantay entered the club clad in dark green leather that complemented the tone of her skin. The halter top and skirt had been a bit difficult to find, but she felt that the overall effect was well worth the trouble. The heels were a simpler matter, her closet had a pair of those in about every shade imaginable.

Upon entering she paused to look around briefly; a smile spreading across her face as she noted the woman she'd expected, and hoped, to find here. A brief pause to affix the Emerald-hued color around her neck, with its inlay of smooth green stones, and she approached Victoria. The young Elodoth stopped a respectful distance away though, for Victoria seemed to be engaged in conversation after all. But she did take care to be just close enough that she should be able to catch Victoria's eye fairly quickly. Then she let her gaze drift respectfully downwards, and waited to be acknowledged.

[West]

Asa Clarke

Asa nods to Heath, letting him know that it was fine to approach; he had more than once considered letting the Seneschal know that the rule didn't apply to officers of his Court, but every time he was about to, the nasal Nosferatu butted in at the wrong moment. Until he learned a sense of timing, Asa kept his silence.

He smiled in greeting to the Ventrue Priscus, who looked as stunning as ever, and he noted his gift at her side with a slight widening of the smile. A hand reached out around Ishani's waist, drawing her close. Hopefully the less than subtle gesture would stave off any misunderstandings.

West

No, he wasn't wearing a costume, and it didn't bother him in the slightest. The fact that what he was wearing cost as much as three of his normal suits did bother him. He was also very slowly getting used to the fact that Ankh felt like the world needed to see her midriff at all times, but the envious looks he got from other men helped with that.

Sort of.

He touched Ankh and pointed at the bar, at the large Thyrsus, and shrugged. Maybe he was trying to let off some steam, or just a cheap way to get shit-faced.

At Ankh's question, he shrugged, and looked at her curiously.

"Do you want me to?"

He wasn't a masochist, by any means, but pain was a thing a warrior walked with. He also had a ridiculously high pain threshold, even without augmentation, and was curious to see if that turned Ankh on. It was probably his 'manliest' quality.

[Max Heinz]

*By the time Max arrives, the party seems to be in full swing. This wasn't his usual cup of tea, but it would be rude not to stop by and wish a fellow the best of luck in her endeavors. Sam drops Max off at the main entrance to the building, driving back to the apartment to wait for the call to come pick him up.

Once he's found his way inside, Max scans the area, soon picking out Ish; and her growing circle of Kindred. He shrugs, it was the same way at Court; just with a more colorful brand of outfits here. He still wasn't sure about his, it was one that Samantha had picked out for him. He wasn't sure if she had meant well but lacked fashion sense, or if she had meant to dress him as if he were Ray Charles stumbling through his closet. Perhaps he would have to beat her either way, just to be on the safe side.*

Max's Outfit

[Ankh]

Ankh looks over at the bar and notices Tug. A pang of guilt lances through her stomach as she watches the large man for a few minutes. She knew what it was like to lose a loved one and she would attempt to go over and give the man some support, but she also knew that sometimes wallowing in one's own misery was just what you needed to do.

She considers West's question for a little bit before answering with a shrug. "Only if you want to. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy yourself. Besides, I don't know what is required to be up there yet."

As she continues to scan the area she notices the big bowls of beads placed randomly around the room. "What on earth are those for?" She asks West with a frown.

[Joseph Hartman]

Joseph sees Max enter the club and smiles. He walks over his his fellow Dragon.

"Hey come to enjoy the festivities also?" Joseph says surprisingly chirply.

[West (The Mage)]

"Maybe Mardi Gras type necklace beads?" West asks, inspecting the bowl.

A hand snakes under the green miniskirt to pinch Ankh's butt.

"Or benw-wa balls."

[DaevaDude]

Still fairly new to the city, Pandora's decided to check out the bar and club scene. She'd started to meet the Awakened of the city, and she had been making some professional and academic contacts since she first arrived, but there was lots more to knowing a city than that, and she figured the more she learned, the better. Plus, so far none of the Awakened she'd met had really tripped her trigger.

The club she'd chosen tonight wasn't her usual scene, but she didn't mind pushing herself. BDSM also isn't her thing, though she has respect for those who can endure a lot of intense sensation, whether for pleasure or in search of transcendence.

Pandora's dressed in a more risque manner than usual, but one fitting the setting. She wears a low-cut, green silk blouse, a black leather skirt that extends halfway down her thighs, black nylons and high black leather boots with a little more heel than she usually goes with. No clipboard, but she does wear her glasses.

Upon walking in, she notices the three Arrows: Magister West; the woman, Ankh, who had fought a mage duel with the rude young woman at the Consilium meeting; and Tug. She isn't sure how she felt about running into Tug here. She can't help but appreciate his athleticism, but so far he hadn't shown much in the way of depth.

She heads to the bar to order a drink.

spells active as she enters the scene

Mental Shield (4), Cloaked, Pot. 1; Supernal Vision, Extra Duration (24 hrs), Cloaked, Pot. 4