6329/Club Nightlife

Club Nightlife
Date of Scene:	25 May 2021
Location:	Club Highline
Synopsis:	Alison and Blake meet and flee Dazzler's fans for a night out!
Cast of Characters:	Blake Riviere, Alison Blaire

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Blake Riviere has posed:
Another night out in the city and Blake was out and about. The sun didn't hold the same dangerous sway over the Vampiress as it did some of her 'cousins', but that didn't mean that she didn't hold on to old habits. After all, there was still so much to see and to do once night fell!

Tonight it seemed she'd found herself venturing out into the nightclubs of the city, the perfect domain of both joyful expression, entertaining music and well...it was a little easier to get a 'drink' of both the traditional and truely sustaining sort.

Her form was wrapped in a figure hugging black dress, her hair tied back and secured with the usual red ribbon that completed her prefered color palette and played off the shades darker red lipstick.

Passing through the door, there was a soft inhale of breath before she moved deeper, headed for the bar.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison is...DJing? Yes, we'll call it that. She's on stage, there are laptops and turntables and she seems to be doing something with the music there. Maybe it's an up tempo version of one of her older hits. Or a remix. Or something, that segues into whatever the current song of the week is. She works for a few more minutes -- time enough to get a drink -- and then it seems her set is over, and she waves off the stage as people cheer.

That done, the woman ducks down towards the bar. She wasn't introduced as Dazzler or Alison Blaire, but it seems some people still figured out who she was, and she is a bit delayed in getting to the bar because of autograph seekers, and the like. Finally, a large man steps between some of the more insistent members of the crowd, and she comes to a stop a few feet from Blake.

"Excuse me," she says politely, as she gets bumped from behind and edges a little closer to Blake, "Sorry, I'll be out of your hair in a sec...dark and stormy?" she asks of the bartender, who is suddenly very quick to fill a drink order.

Blake Riviere has posed:
Of course, the crowd responding to 'Celebrity' of any kind was going to be hard to miss even in the dark and even without superhuman senses. Lazily leaning against the bar, the pale woman watches the besieged trail of Alison making her way over only to offer a little amused smile that still hangs on her lips when the blonde almost bumps into her.

"Seems you made an impression?" she offers with a lazy wave of her hand dismissing the idea of the other woman being inconvenient. There was a lilt, a soft hanging on her tones of a French accent that made it fairly clear Blake wasn't a local. Or at least, not originally so.

Her own drink was only a few moments quicker than Alison's, beauty not quite match to fame and she lazily coils her fingers around the glass as she tilts her head to the side. "But it seemed you were having fun at least, no?"

Alison Blaire has posed:
"It pays the bills while I'm stuck hammering out something I thought I had figured out months ago..." Alison says with a very slow shrug, and then a smile to Blake, "They call me Alison Blaire, and you?" She asks.

As her drink arrives, she takes a little sip of it, and then frowns at the crush of people nearby. She gives Blake a quick once over, drinking in the dress, before she asks, "Feel like going somewhere a little quieter?" a nod towards what might be backstage. Or maybe an exit to the alley outside. Who knows. It's hard to tell in the dark.

Blake Riviere has posed:
A sip of her own drink, Blake's currently blue eyes watch over the rim of her glass as she drinks in the beverage and the details of Dazzler. She -could- drink things other than blood, but it simply didn't nourish the vampiress. Purely for the enjoyment rather than survival, but what was the point of immortality without enjoyment?

The invitation earns a raise of her eyebrow, a little quirk of her lips into a smile before she shrugs one mostly bared shoulder. "Certainly, it is a little crowded and you many not go unpestered otherwise." She lifts her free hand, gesturing for Alison to lead the way with the slender digit.

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison doesn't lead. Rather, she taps the bodyguard she has on the shoulder and says simply, "The car." And, well, you'd be surprised how quickly a large motivated man can clear a lane through a crowd, shielding Alison and her companion as they are ushered to the door of the club. She downs about half her drink, leaves the other half sitting on a table, and then slips out, calling over her shoulder, "Quick now!"

It seems there are not as many paparazzi outside as one might expect, just a couple of men calling, "Daz! Daz! Look over here! Who's that you're with?" as they snap pictures. The door to the car is opened, and she slides inside quickly, scooting to the far side of the towncar for Blake to join her. She grins a little and says, "Sorry about that, it's...what it is."

Blake Riviere has posed:
Unexpected to say the least, if only for the sudden nature of the escape. Seems her time in the nightclub was going to be brief this evening, but the night itself was going to be no less interesting for it. Once more grateful that the myth of vampires showing up all 'wrong' in photographs had gone out of fashion (and in her case had been more to do with not wanting to stay -still- for any image to be caught of her in the 1800's) she instead finds herself sliding into the car with an amused chuckle at the apology.

"Seems I am rude twice over Alison," she muses as she looks to the other woman, settling back in the car. "First for not recognizing you as someone apparently more famous than a simple club DJ...and secondly for not offering my name. I'm Blake Riviere, and it is a pleasure to meet you."

Alison Blaire has posed:
"No, it's...sorry. You look interesting and it's been a long night and I wanted to get out of there, y'know?" Alison asks, leaning back into the corner of her seat to more fully take in Blake. "It's nice to meet you Blake. Is that what you prefer to be called?" she asks.

The woman then asks, "Where would you like to go? Or...were you...I hope you weren't meeting someone there, were you? That would be...I mean we could go around the block and drop you back off..." she says, seeming a little verklempt at having possibly kidnapped the woman without a thought about what she wanted.

Blake Riviere has posed:
"It is," she answers of her name, silent amusement passing at the thought the question brushed a little closer than most knew to the fact she'd changed her identity a few times. Absently retrieving a small smartphone from a small purse she'd snatched up with her during their exit and typing a small message out she shrugs her shoulders once more. "I believe I am willfully 'along for the ride' as you say. Although I am letting my own driver know she will not have to collect me from the club later, lest she become concerned."

Phone tucked away once more, she turns her gaze back to the other woman properly with a little chuckle. "I am glad to have grabbed your curiousity..."

Alison Blaire has posed:
Alison Blaire laughs at her having a driver as well, "Oh, oh...I don't think I've ever picked someone up who also has a driver! That's...a hell of a coincidence, though, I suppose it tracks with the clothes you're wearing. You're a /very/ fashionable lady," she says, still grinning. Of course she would be up on clothing design, it was her second passion behind music.

"And if you're willfully along for the ride...tell me a little about yourself?" she asks, curiously, adding, "Have anywhere you want to go? I was thinking back to my flat but..." she shrugged a little bit, "It's pretty boring."

Blake Riviere has posed:
"I'm afraid it's for far more boring reasons than you," Blake chuckles, gesturing to herself. "I am very fortunate in both inheritance and investment over time, hardly some star chased by photographers who are hoping for some scandal in seeing me leave a club with a strange woman."

The vampiress muses the question of destination, a small bite of her lip in consideration before she speaks. "Well, I was bored, I set out tonight seeking a drink and some company, so it seems I am already headed in the right direction. To seek another club seems redundant if you are likely to attract the same attention...and those I know where you wouldn't are far too...stuffy for this evening. If your flat is so boring? Well..." she trails off, smirking a little. "Perhaps my place would be an alternative if you are short on ideas."

Alison Blaire has posed:
"Let's do it. Just tell Karl where to go and he'll take us there," Alison replies, before she reaches into a small compartment, and produces a small bottle of champagne. Yes, champagne from France, and pours half of it into a glass, handing it over to Blake, "I think we're gonna have a great night," and then she has a sip of the rest of it straight from the bottle.