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Tony Masters	It's early afternoon in the club. While this place might be a hive of sin and debauchery, this time of day isn't exactly its most active, even on a Saturday. So the relatively small and sumptuous VIP Lounge is currently empty except for a few security personnel in discrete places. And a single tall, brown haired man in a suit who's wandering the tables. He's the security trainer, but that doesn't mean he's not also a member. He'd been feeling restless and decided to stop in at the place, but looks like he's out of luck finding anything interesting here today. Sighing, he settles at a table and leans back, closing his eyes. Hmmm. What to do then.
Sprite	Sprite is suffering from a problem. It's one of her common ones; boredom. Sure, she's been throwing some brainteasers at people yet, but one of the biggest problems with immortality is a plain and simple lack of anything to do. When you've done /everything/, what's left? The redhead makes her own entrance, walking into the place. Since it's the VIP lounge, she's at least given a nod to modern sensibilities, walking in wearing 4" heels and a bodycon dress of emerald green. It does its best, but Sprite doesn't have a whole lot of body. Again, she looks a bit like a girl playing dressup. Or at least she would if the outfit and makeup weren't so absolutely on point. The Hellfire Club, with its lack of restraint, can SOMETIMES be a place to find something interesting. Today, as Tony noted, it's fairly dry. Except for Tony himself. The petite redhead starts over his way. "Long time no see."
Tony Masters	Hearing that familiar voice, Tony's eyes open again, head lowering. He spots the tiny redhead in the clingy dress, and a faint smile touches his lips. "Indeed. Good to see you again, Sprite." He pulls out the seat next to him for her. "Sorry I haven't been in touch. I happened to lose your card after last time we met. I suppose we've just had bad luck meeting here since." He studies her makeup and that green dress, and finally says, "You look good. How are you doing?" She had stuck out in his memory. The seemingly young girl who claimed to be thousands of years old. He still wasn't quite sure he believed her. Though he DOES know for sure she's a metahuman. So that's something. She's at least interesting.
Sprite	"I haven't been around a ton. Been here, been there. Been a lot of bored." She plops into the seat with a display of youthful boredom rather than sleek elegance, though she does thereafter cross her legs with a display of the latter. "There's just nothing INTERESTING going on. There was that bodyswap business a while back, but that was months ago." She makes a bit of a face, showing her distaste for the boredom...or just a general level of ennui. "What about you? Tell me there's been something interesting." She grins at least a little. "Legal or illegal."
Tony Masters	Tony adjusts his seat once she plops down next to him, leaning a little towards the little redhead with a smile. "Same honestly. I've had work keeping me out of town for months. I'm glad our paths crossed again." His eyes narrow a little at he words. "Body swap? I don't think I was around for that." He thinks then shrugs. "Honestly, business has been very... standard, recently. The most interesting thing to happen lately is being attacked by a different redhead with a sword. And running into you." He looks down at her again. "If you're as old as you claim, I'd think us last talking would seem like yesterday to you."
Sprite	"Something astral." Sprite waves a hand, dismissively. "But fun, anyway. Always fun to watch people running around dealing with problems like that." She listens to the story, and seems amused. "I prefer a dagger to a sword. But then, at my height..." she makes a face, sticking out her tongue a little. "And unfortunately, immortality doesn't come with any kind of a perception filter. I get just as bored on the day to day as you do. That's why I'm always on the lookout for something new. Had a mechanic make me a custom car. That was fun. Challenging another person to come up with carbon-neutral or negative housing. In /Gotham/." She giggles at that.
Tony Masters	Tony nods his head. He considers, then slips an arm around Sprite's waist. Gathering the woman against his side. "No reason not to use a sword. But daggers are of course much more easily hidden. Custom car, hmm? I suppose you also had to go through other channels to manage a drivers license." His lips curled up at the mention of Gotham. "That town. I've been doing some work there, here and there. Some of the various weirdos that populate the place are trying to beef up their henchmen some." He sighs a little. "But today... I have nothing really happening. I suppose I should just relax. But... boredom."
Sprite	"Height. Leverage." Sprite points out. "And the fact that most of them are two-thirds the size of me. And I have fake IDs. That's easy. That's just money." She shrugs, as if it were less than nothing. "Hard to get official ID when you predate birth certificates. And countries. But we should do something. What's something you've always wanted to do and haven't?"