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Viola Fiore The music at Last Exit was as good as you would expect on a Saturday night. The drinks that Viola had had already made the light show and the energy of the crowd an even better ambiance for the young woman. Dressed in a red, formfitting sweater dress, Viola sips from her drink as she looks across the crowd on the dance floor.

The familiar face she's searching for doesn't seem to be there. Annoyed, she takes out her phone and taps out a text message. The third one she's sent to Carlo Manfredi. Why she actually believed he might show up on time, if show up at all, she finds herself wondering.

Shaking her head she moves off to the ladies room. Within she checks her hair and makeup, and then pulls out a little vial of white powder. A little sniff up each nostril will add some fuel to the party and help her forget about her off again, on again, mostly off again long time boyfriend. She puts the vial back away and then moves back out, intending to head for the dance floor.
Jan de Wit It had been a good week, a good month aside from the whole Angel Apocalypse. Tonight was a night for dancing! He was dressed in a sleek black suit, looking quite stylish. The music had called to him, and the man found himself in this happening nightclub. Glancing around as his eyes adjusted to the darker ambience, finding himself moving towards the bar.

Stepping up and nodding to the bartender, he slides over his card to start a tab. "Old fashioned, please." He asks, foot tapping on the bar rail as the music thumps in the club. He can't help it!
Viola Fiore The club is quite crowded as people are trying to find outlets for the tension that has gripped the city. At least here they aren't in the line of fire. Yet.

Viola makes her way out through the throng on the dance floor. The press of people is perfect as she begins dancing. The drugs she took combine with the alcohol to help adjust her mood and help her forget the things she wants to forget. People dance against her and she doesn't seem to care, men or women, she dances back against them for a little bit, before swirls the crowd carry her away, whether the momentary dance partners wish it or not.

The DJs play a sultry, energetic beat the is infectious and has the crowd of beautiful people moving in time to it.
Jan de Wit The drink was served quickly, Jan smiling and drinking it almost as quickly. No need to dehydrate while out dancing! Once the drink is empty, the glass is set on the bartop and Jan is stepping towards the dancefloor. So many beautiful people, so many people enjoying the night and the music. The DJs know the crowd, and know how to get them moving.

Moving almost effortlessly into a dance, Jan finds himself among the throng - moving with the rythym and swaying to the music. Some people might recognize him, others simply admire his skill in moving with the music. Either way, he's having a wonderful time tonight. Easy dance steps move him closer to the dancing Viola, moving near enough to share some of the song with her in dance.
Viola Fiore Faces aren't really standing out as the the young woman's narcotic of choice has kicked in. To be fair she doesn't use a whole lot. But there are times for taking that edge off, and tonight is such a night.

She dance up against a man who seems to have discarded his shirt at some point. He tries to keep her against him after their bodies rub together a few times, but she pushes his hand off of her shoulder that tries to keep her there, and moves away. She puts another body between herself and the man, turning as she lets her body sway sensually to the music.

She finds herself near to someone else, and lets herself drift over against the man. She moves in counterpoint to his dancing. Damn he's a good dancer. It takes several more moments before she recognizes him. "Jan de Wit!?" she calls as she leans over closer to him, her lips almost to his ear to be heard over the music, her perfume noticeable at that close a range.
Jan de Wit The woman who had danced up against him was quite enjoying herself - lost in the music and the feel of the night, it would seem. Jan wasn't one to judge or be concerned, unless she was in danger of having poisoned herself. So dance, they did! He moved with her, complimenting her moves - vibing to the music. A slight smile as the shirtless man finds another to pester.

As recognition spreads across her face, he nods, grinning and dancing still. "Yes. Nice to meet you." He call back, leaning in as she did to speak above the volume of the song. "Enjoying yourself?":
Viola Fiore Viola's eyes stay affixed to Jan's face as if she's making sure she is indeed recognizing him. She leans her lips back over to his ear. "We met before," she calls to him over the music. "At... where was it? The Wick, I think. Yes, it was the Wick. Just before Christmas," she tells him before leaning her head back enough he can see her better.

"I am enjoying myself. I never thought I'd bump into you like this. Though I suppose, on a dance floor makes sense," she calls to him. Someone bumps her from behind and she moves a little closer to Jan as a result.
Jan de Wit The grin on Jan's face widens. "That's right! You were chatting with Dr. Banner." He remembers, his tone warm. "The Wick. Not a lot of dancing there, though." He half-jests, sharing the dance and the conversation without faltering on either. Practice! "Just before Christmas. And then at the park with the dogs." Another nod.

The closeness doesn't seem to phase the man, it's all about the dance. "I needed to get out and get out of the doldrums of what's happening in Manhattan. It's aggravating that I cannot return home yet."
Viola Fiore "Oh, you live in Manhattan?" she asks him. One of Viola's hands goes to rest on Jan's shoulder as she stays leaning close to talk into his ear over the loud club music. "I'm over by Columbia," she tells him, "In Morningside Heights. Thankfully didn't have to evacuate. Did you find somewhere else to stay then?" she asks.

She moves along with him, if not as gracefully as the women he's used to dancing with in the theater, at least capably. "Yes, I was supposed to meet someone out tonight. But seems I've been stood up. So..." she says with a shrug of her shoulders.
Jan de Wit He nods to the question. "I do. Been there quite a while now." Jan smiles, his own hand finding her hip as they dance - pairing up without any doubt to others. "I've got a suite in Sunset Park. Not too far from home, but out of the evacuation zone." He explain, still moving even as the mix changes and shifts at the DJ's whims.

As they dance, he never upstages her - his motions compliment her own to elevate her. "Seems like he chose poorly, Viola. Pity for him, don't you think?"