1877/A Vampire and a Succubus Walk Into a Bar

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A Vampire and a Succubus Walk Into a Bar
Date of Scene: 27 May 2020
Location: Lily Anne's Lounge - Hellfire Club
Synopsis: Satana and Vampirella make decisions that will probably have longer consquences than anticipated.
Cast of Characters: Satana Hellstrom, Ella Normandy




Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Inside the Hellfire club is a place called Lily Anne's Lounge. While the theme is straight out of the Prohibition era, Satana will be having none of that pretentious nonsense tonight. The pale redhead is wearing leather, skin-tight and skimpy and black on black on black. Sitting at the bar, she is sipping green absinthe.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    The dating scene in Gotham is kinda dead. That's probably some kind of pun when a vampire says it, but it's also true. Vampirella's had a lot more luck in New York City, and now that the school year is out, she has time to make the commute looking for people. She didn't exactly pick the Hellfire Club out of a hat--again, a pun--but she did pick it, and did her research about the club's queer friendliness and dress code. The latter is how she shows up in a scarlet business suit with black shirt, scarlet neck tie, and fedora with a black band (she nearly added a feather to the hat but decided a pocket square would have to do). She strolls into the club and immediately notices with some annoyance how overstated the advertising was for the dance floor; she felt like moving tonight, but oh well. Make do, Vampirella.

    She scans the crowd, looking for someone likely. Hm. The redhead... leather doesn't ALWAYS mean gay, but it's worth a try. Smiling, she strolls over and takes a place at Satana's side. "Hi," she greets. "I like your look. It's pretty hard to fit in with the dress code."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana swivels her seat around when the raven-haired beauty moves right up beside her. Her gaze wanders, taking in the scarlet with the black accents. In the dim light of the room it's difficult to tell the exact hue of the redhead's eyes, even when she flashes a smile.

    "Not as hard as it is to fit into these pants." the succubus quips back. "The whole 'Roaring 20s' theme has its appeal, but the best parts are the flapper dresses and the absinthe." Pause. "And we're running pretty thin on the flapper dresses tonight. Love the fedora, by the way. Buy you a drink?"

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella has the good sense not to tip her hat, at least. She just smiles at Satana and nods. "Thanks. And I hear baby powder is good for getting into leather," she advises. She's never taken that advice herself--her body was designed to slip into things--but it feels helpful. "And sure, I'll take a drink as long as we get to keep talking." She flashes her teeth, white and even and perfectly human as she offers her hand to shake. "I'm Ella."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    A little bit of shapeshifting or alteration magic also helps, but it's not like Satana's going to offer THAT helpful tip. "Thanks, Ella. I'll keep that in mind." the redhead replies. Accepting the offered hand, her grip is confident and professional. Lifting her free hand, Satana gestures towards the bartender to summon him over. "I'm Satana, because dad had an odd sense of humor. And you be sure and let me know if you have any helpful tips for getting *out* of tight leather, too."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella doesn't bother concealing her surprise. Her eyebrows lift and her smile parts slightly in amazement; her face might as well have a subtitle saying, 'Damn, girl moves fast!' But come it to that, Vampirella moves pretty fast too, and she came here looking for a date, not a spouse. She leans casually against the bar, grinning at Satana. "You already know the best way out is to have someone there to help you," she chides playfully. "Satana, huh? Are you named for that magician on YouTube, the one in the tuxedo?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Yeah, succubi are sort of like that. "When in doubt, ask for help. I like that." the redhead quips back. Taking another sip, the smile returns and she doesn't mind the proximity at all. "You really do seem like the 'helpful' sort, Ella." Then the -other- magician is mentioned and the redhead just laughs! "Oh HER? Naaaah. Stage magician. Crashed at her place for a while, though." Because Zee didn't trust the succubus. "Stole one of her outfits before I split, if you're a fan." Which is actually doubtful.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella laughs, her voice higher and brighter than the Bela Lugosi-ish accent would seem to allow. She touches the back of Satana's hand lightly, a quick brush as she observes, "That must have been annoying to keep track of who was calling for whom." She relaxes back into the bar, noticing the bartender still hasn't arrive and grateful for the fact. "So it sounds like you're out of there and on your own now?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana doesn't seem to notice the hand touch, or at least she doesn't react negatively to it. The redhead shrugs, causing the tight leather halter top to strain. "Not really. It was her house, and I didn't exactly advertise that I was in town." Well she'd been summoned to Earth from the underworld, truth be told, and is still working on who might've done it. "But I've moved out and moved on, as they say. Got a place with a couple other girls. They're a little rough, but in a fun sort of way." She turns more directly towards Ella, then. "What about you? Just passing through or got a place?" She reaches out as well, unnecessarily smoothing one of Ella's red lapels.

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Though a creature of exquisite instincts, Vampirella is also intelligent, and already considering the ramifications of Satana's roommates. She hides her calculations behind a smile and a nod. "I do, but in Gotham. I come to the city when I want a good night out. The nights out there... well, you know the legends." She shrugs, no doubt ruffling her lapel again to require more maintenance. "Mind if I ask what you do, Satana?" she asks lightly, as if just curious.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana wrinkles her nose at the mention of Gotham. "... and when you want to clear your sinuses, too." she offers. "I'm a club member here, which means I pretty much do whatever I want. Most Hellfire members are either independently wealthy or riding some gravy train with family money." She finishes the green drink, focusing on her companion now. "Which means they're pretentious, boring, rude or all of the above. You just happen to be lucky enough to meet one of the exceptions."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella grins. "Oh, she's got jokes. I like it." She looks Satana over measuringly, then guesses, "You don't like to talk about yourself a lot, do you? You like to keep it light?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    "Light and playful, that's me." Satana quips back. "Can't take myself *too* seriously and still walk into an exclusive club dressed like a hooker." She gives the red suit another once over. "What about you, honey? I'm trying to decide whether you're a pimp or a drug dealer. Wanna break the tie?"

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Funny AND she rolls with punches like a champ. Vampirella feels herself warming toward Satana, and doesn't second-guess it. "Oh, drug dealer, definitely," she admits brazenly. "Everyone who gets a taste of my stuff is hooked."

    Okay, maybe that was a little thick, but she's still pretty proud of it.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Another once-over from the demoness, then those red lips twitch into a smirk. "I've heard that one before, yeah." she replies. "And from the way you say it, that still doesn't break the tie. But we'll roll with it for now."
    The redhead eases slowly off of the stool, black leather creaking softly as she moves. "Listen, I can tell you're into women... I just know these things." With HER profession? Bet on it. "But I'm curious to see how you play this."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella's lower lip vanishes into her mouth as she bites back a laugh. What tipped her off? The suit, the haircut, the way she was hitting on a strange woman at a bar? That might be impolite to ask, though, so she nods gravely. "I was thinking the same thing about you, Satana," she says as she straightens up from her cocky lean against the bar. "I'm looking for a good time tonight. I want to dance, talk, spend time with someone, and maybe if it all works out..." She shrugs with a little smile. "My cat has enough food in her bowl to last until tomorrow." She drops the flirty and looks gravely at Satana. "What do you want tonight?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana stands close to Ella, and gives another soft laugh. "Honey, I'm a 'switch hitter', actually. Or equal-opportunity, at the very least." She gestures vaguely around the bar before adding. "Back in the 20's they'd just say I was 'fancy' or something..." Then she catches the shift in Ella's facade. "Well if we're gonna start off with dancing, there's a dance floor right over there. Unless you're talking some not-in-public kind of dancing."

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Calculations flash through Vampirella's mind at feverish speeds. She can think of six different reasons why Satana is bad news, and not at all what she needs tonight or any night... but part of her, as deeply and eternally hungry as her vampiric nature without being at all connected to that, sees in Satana a warm night, a night free of the crippling loneliness she deals with every day, a night with some laughs and some quickened heartbeats and maybe some...

    Vampirella, ancient and ageless, a vampire whose will is strong enough to starve to death even when surrounded by a sea of life, isn't strong enough to turn down this chance. She reaches out delicately, hooks a finger into the waistline of Satana's leather pants, and tugs the redhead closer with a sly grin. "I guess that depends on how much of an audience you want," she murmurs just over the sound of the music.

    Oh she's gonna pay for this.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana eases closer with the tug, reaching one hand up to rest it lightly on Ella's shoulder. "I'm not shy." she replies in a lower voice. "Then again, neither are you." This close, someone with Thomas Blake's senses would pick up a hint of cinnamon on Satana's sweat. Cinnamon and probably a hint of brimstone.

    The succubus doesn't drain sustenance from women, and in fact she DID swear to Zatanna that she wouldn't drain enough soul energy to kill someone. But it's not all about hunting and sustenance, either.

    "So you think your cat would mind if you brought a guest home?"

Ella Normandy has posed:
    Vampirella, the taller and apparently more butch of the two, slides an arm comfortably and comfortingly around Satana's shoulders, sharing her own shocking warmth. Her finger apparently forgets to remove itself from Satana's waistband. She smiles at the slightly shorter woman and asks, "Don't want to disturb your roommates? I can respect that. It's a long trip home, though."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
    Satana settles closely against Ella, slipping an arm around the taller woman's waist as well. "Maybe it's more that I don't feel like sharing tonight." she replies. "Long trip to Gotham, you mean. It's okay. I'm a member here if you'd rather not go out."

    If it was just Satana she could teleport. But to teleport with someone ELSE would be best with a ritual. And a ritual takes either soul energy or blood. Not really her mood tonight.