1135/Nightlife in New York

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Nightlife in New York
Date of Scene: 13 April 2020
Location: Club Highline
Synopsis: Blake, Tony and Clarice meet, exchange words, flirtation and numbers.
Cast of Characters: Clarice Ferguson, Tony Masters, Blake Riviere




Clarice Ferguson has posed:
With Club Highline being one of the clubs closest to the school, it was one of the first places that Clarice decided that she wanted to visit after arriving in America from Genosha. Tonight, the club is a little more quiet than usual since it is the drawing of the close of the weekend. And while there are club patrons that are mingling and listening to the uptempo music, the dance floor isn't all that busy.

Not that it matters much to Clarice. More room for her to groove, as it were. And out on the floor, the magenta mutant with pink markings is giving herself a workout as she moves to the music, her hands over her head as she moves them. Wearing a sleeveless green dress with matching elbow length gloves and calf-high boots, the dress is cut at the sides to expose her thighs, a studded choker around her neck as she bobs along effortlessly.

Tony Masters has posed:
Into the club comes Tony Masters. The incognito master mercenary is wearing normal civillian clothes at the moment, a stylish coat and silk shirt, well-tailored pants and shoes. The oat doessn't quite fit the vibe of the place, but... he needs somewhere to hide his pistols. Why did he pick this particular club to check out, and on a Sunday no less? No particular reason. Just random whim. Stopping at the edge of the dance floor, he takes in the sparse selection of dancers. Nothing particularly impressive. Well, ecept for the pink girl in green. He watches her for a time, head tilted to the side as he considers her technique. Eventually, he makes his way out onto the floor, swaying along to the music with flawless rythmmn. Gradually making his way over to where Clarice is and taking a spot a few feet in front of her, flashing a smile her way. He doesn't say anything yet, what with the club music playing and all.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Perhaps it was a little cliche, but there was a certain charm to a Nightclub. Centuries ago, it had been high-society balls and gathering, now? The chance to indulge in a little abandon, enjoy some culture and...well, get a meal or two. These days, particularly in the club scene, there was room to be a little more 'different', but compared to some of her outfits Blake was dressed a little more 'modern' and a little less Gothic tonight.

Of course, between the red ribbons that tie her head, the dark black skirt, the choker and boots to match, of course...deep red lipstick. Weaving her way through the crowd, the 'young' woman makes her way towards the dance floor with a little sigh of delight. Of course, Clarice is rather noticable...but it's the faint scent of gun oil and powder on Tony that has her glancing sidelong.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Tony's smile is returned, but Clarice seems to be settled into her own little groove tonight. Continuing to move around the dance floor, she notices Blake and gives her a smile - but when Blake's attention turns to Tony, the young woman gives a shrug and continues to dance until the song ends and when a new beat starts, she decides to pause to head to the bar.

"One cosmo please." She fishes out her wallet to show her ID to prove she's over 21 and waits for her drink, leaning against the counter in the meantime.

Tony Masters has posed:
Tony seems to be focused on dancing, not obviously checking Blake over. Still, he notices when she gives him the side-eye, and his body posture changes very subtley as he begins to keep a closer watch on her. She could have recognized him somehow. Or maybe she thinks he's hot. Who knows. He keeps on dancing near Clarice, drawing a little closer. But she eventually abandons the floor, and he watches her make her way over to the bar cosnideringly before doing the same. Giving a longer look to Blake as he does, then resting an elbow on the counter a short distance from Blink. "I'll take a beer. Thanks." He waits for them to bring the bottle, glancing at the magenta-haired woman. "Kinda dead tonight, isn't it? I hear it's suppossed to get a lot livelier in about three days though." He passes his money to the bartender in exchange for the beer, then takes a sip of it. A very close observer might notice the subtle deformation of his coat under eath arm where the pistols are residing, but it's tailored to hide it as well as possible. Another scent that might be noticeable on him that Blake could pick up is blood. Though nothing particularly fresh, and it's mostly been cleaned off well.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A little shift, Blake does step forwards with her arms crossed under her bust. She'd spotted the smile, Clarice recieving a little grin of her own in return. A little soft chuckle comes from her lips, obviously there's a little note of amusement to the mention of things being 'dead' within the club.

Her path brings her to the other side of Clarice, looking over her toward the pair. She'd caught that scent of blood, enough to have her curious...but it was like finding spilt food. It wasn't quite the same as something direct from the source!

A little shift forwards, the vampiress leans forwards towards the bartender, meeting their eye with a smile. "Something sweet," she urges, tilting her head. "Suprise me."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"Why, what's in three days?" comes Clarice's question. Her accent is British from her youth in the Bahamas, and the time in Genosha -- or as a mutate -- didn't change that. The bartender brings Blake one of those drinks with an umbrella in it. Clarice glances between the pair and takes a sip from her drink.

A smile shows up on her face, and she looks a little amused. "I didn't mean to make the pair of you stop just because I did." she offers with polite little laugh. "And I'm sure I didn't do anything to draw anyone's attention." The young woman draws in a breath of thought.

There's another glance towards Blake as she teases and gets a drink out of the bartender. She slips a few dollars out of her wallet and pays for the vampiress' drink. "Love the ribbons. Like a birthday present waiting to be unwrapped. Think it's my birthday?" she asks teasingly.

Tony Masters has posed:
When the other woman who'd been watching him shows up by the bar as well, Tony eyes her for a few moments then shrugs a shoulder and winks at her. He turns his attention back to Clarice, and he can't help smirking a little. "Three days? I was making an Easter joke. Dead. Back to life in three days." He takes aother sip from his beer, raising a brow when the mutant girl makes the flirty comment to the vampire. Hmmmm. He looks between them thoughtfully, then says to Clarice, "Your dancing was very good. That was enough to draw anybodies attention. I'm Tony by the way. Who are you two lovely ladies?" The sometimes assssin leans back against the bar, shifting to get a little more comfortable. Occsionally looking out into the club and studying other patrons.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Three days?" The question was clearly raised from Blake as she leans, waiting for her own drink. Strangely enough, she doesn't seem to pay...perhaps she had a tab? Of course, if Clarice pays? Well, there's no stopping that! The joke explained by Tony? It brings a soft 'Oh' of understanding and a chuckle lost to the sounds of the music. Perhaps it was a cultural thing? Tony's complement to Clarice? It's seconded with a nod before Clarice addresses her directly.

A little smile to the complement, the darkhaired girl leans forwards, a tilt of her head with a grin. "Blake," she offers in her accented tones, soft notes of 'Queen's English' with the odd French slip on a word here and there. "And perhaps, but doesn't everyone prefer a present suprising us when it's not expected?"

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"Oh, I am always surprised to get gifts for no reason. But usually, I would prefer to have a reason to unwrap a truly spectacular gift." Clarice responds to Blake in warm amusement as she turns her attention to Tony. "I do not understand..." she admits quietly, frowning and biting on her lower lip when Blake gets it. Apparently she missed something there.

"I am Clarice." she offers in greetings, the purple hued mutant fidgetting her fingers around the glass.

Tony Masters has posed:
Tony inclines his head towards Blake, raising his beer. "Hello, Blake. Been in the city for long?" His own accent is that of New York. The Bronx, specifically. So he seems to be a native to the area. He smiles a little at Clarice. "Easter is a Christian thing. Supposedly, Jesus died, then three days later he came back from the dead. Easter is suppossed to be the day he came back. I take it your family wasn't very religious." He swirls what's left of his beer in the bottle then takes a pull. "S'just another holiday really. Parents give their kids candy, sometimes people who don't usually go to church, go to church. That's about it."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"About a month," Blake admits, a shrug of her shoulders with a soft laugh. "New York in particular is quite different after all. I had to see it for myself." She looks back towards Tony, shrugging her shoulders. "Christian thing? Perhaps, although I doubt the date is correct...but records from that long ago are likely spotty at best."

A pause, the woman exhales a little breath after the taste of her drink washes off her tongue. Resting the rim of her glass against her lips, she chuckles. "But then, who doesn't like sweets?" A grin, she looks back towards Clarice and flashes a slight wink. "Perhaps a wonderful enough gift can make the occasion, rather than the other way around."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"My parents passed when I was six and I was forced into the Genoshian mutate program." Clarice responds with a shrug. "The former government did not believe that slaves should have religion." That says a lot. Mainly that she spent most of her life with no true sense of free will. The young woman sips her drink, and when Blake winks at her, her cheeks warm, making her magenta skin that much darker with blood. "But I understand the joke now, it's amusing. That is why there are so many eggs about, though?"

She shakes her head. "I assumed it was an American holiday." Magneto was Jewish, so yeah. Christianity? Not a big thing. Lifting her gaze from Tony to Blake, she bites on her lips again. "Depends on what the sweet is." she points out. "But yes, a present can create a whole occassion in and of itself."

Tony Masters has posed:
Tony nods his head to Blake, "Yeah. No city quite like it out there." He sets his empty bottle down with a small clink of glass. "Maybe. It's all bullshit anyway. Doesn't matter." He looks between the two of them again, smirking faintly at the flirty words from Blake. "Genosha?" He gives her a closer look. "Huh. Interesting. And yeah. For some reason the thing about Easter is that a rabbit brings eggs to people. Don't know why eggs. The rabbit part is 'cause there's this kind of hare that's hermaphroditic, and the church thought that they gave virgin births. So they started associatin them with birth and ressurection, and that got attached to Easter... then that was used to sell candy." He stretches a little then says to the two of them, "Hmm. I feel like maybe I'm interrupting something here. I'm going to let yo ladies talk. Blake, Clarice. Nice meeting you two. Maybe I'll run into you again sometime." He gives them a little finger gun, then wanders away from the bar to other parts of the club, and beyond.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"Genosha?" she murmers, Blake's eyes widening in curiousity. A place she hadn't been, and of course there's a little sympathy from the mention of slavery. Most people don't 'choose' to be a vampiric bride after all, even if Blake's path went rather non-standard. A little tilt of her head, she's back to Tony as he starts to draw away, a lazy step towards the flirting Clarice offering a light 'lean' against the mutant if she doesn't step away.

"Come now, there's fun in watching a game, but noone banned you from playing yourself." Another wink, this time directed at the figure of bullets and blood. Apparently, flirting was as natural as breathing for the vampiress...

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Clarice doesn't step away, remaining where she is. "Genosha... island nation, that just had sixteen million people killed. Most mutants." she says quietly. And that may have been a mood killer for her. Because she doesn't really feel like flirting so much. "Maybe another time?" she asks Blake, reaching for a napkin to write down her number and she slides it to the vampiress.

To Tony, she smiles. "If she throws that away, don't tell me, okay? I mean, I bet she's totally more into you." she offers, since Blake was suggesting he stay. There's a smile towards the pair, and she pushes herself up. Before either can protest, she flings a hand forward, and a purple light flashes from her hand, opening a portal that she steps through and it closes behind her.

Tony Masters has posed:
The merenary stops when Blnk opens her portal, watching her step through the hole with a fascinated expression. There's more than a little stir from most of the people around them, the few other clubgoers stopping what they're doing and staring at the departed mutant before starting to whisper among themselves. Tony just seems curious. "That seems like a handy ability." He looks at the air for a time, then shifts his attention back to Blake. "So. Are you going to throw it away?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
Even Blake is left suprised, such a departure and with that glowing portal? Someone had one-upped her in the dramatics! The ribbon-decorated vampiress is actually left a little speechless. It actually takes her a moment to regard the napkin, but does she throw it away? Not in the slightest, it's comfortably folded and tucked down into her clevage.

Answer given.

Back to the mercenary, she shrugs her shoulders. "So then Tony, what brings a man such as yourself out here?"

Tony Masters has posed:
He laughs a little at her wording. "A man such as myself? What, isn't a hip young twenty-something expected to frequent the clubs?" He rests one hand on the bar as he speaks to the vampire, brown eyes sharp while they look her over. "I could ask you the same thing if so. What brings YOU to the clubs?"

Blake Riviere has posed:
"A woman such as myself," she grins quietly and gives a little lean forwards, close enough to cause distance and lower her voice. "A pretty young woman in a short skirt in a nightclub...?" There's a little grin of those painted lips, but she tilts her head to the side enough that one ribbon-laced bang falls against her shoulder. She lets her own sentance fade for another question, "Relaxing after time at a shooting range then?"
     A knowing smirk, but that blood and 'firearm' was quite potent to her nose.

Tony Masters has posed:
There's a smile on his face while he listens to her. "It's no more obvious a question than what you asked me, lovely..." He leans forward towards her a little bit. The smile disappears from his face however at her next words. "The firing range. I'm not sure why you'd think I'd been anywhere like that." He hadn't fired any weapons today. There shouldn't be any burnt powder scent on him anywhere. And obviously he doesn't know just how sharp her nose actually is.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"I see..." she trails off, closing her eyes and taking a soft inhaling breath. It wasn't subtle, a hint given freely that she might be just more than human. Another mutant perhaps? A little tilt of her head, there's a quirk of her lips. "Perhaps a little more...direct then. Means to get the same result."

Tony Masters has posed:
Tony Masters straightens up, glancing briefly around the area. "I'm just somebody looking to have a good time tonight, Blake." His voice is tenser than it was before. She noticed his guns somehow? Great. He knew that was a possibility, but... "Though... I should be going." He slips a hand into his pocket, and pulls out a card. It has his number on it. Only the number. No name, no profession. He offers it to her. "Maybe we'll talk again another time."

Blake Riviere has posed:
The card? It's plucked with two fingers, flipped over deftly and then placed right alongside that napkin before she shifts her position and then discarding her drink with a little chuckle. "For another night then," she muses aloud. "Perhaps another good time. A dance, a drink...I suppose we'll see."

She smiles, adjusting her outfit lightly and lifting a hand to blow a kiss. "Till then..."

With that? She's drifting off into the darkness and the crowd. Was she still out there somewhere, or had she simply melted into the darkness itself?