2019-10-09 - Saints & Sinners in Platinum

At Bar:
Mae is already here, and she's sitting at the bar nursing a drink, a poison apple to be precise. She watches as people start to pile in, some in costumes, keeping what she thinks of them a secret as the rim of the glass hides her lips. She gives the bartenders a brief look when some truly wild looking people walk in, setting her glass down on the wooden surface of the bar. "Well I have a feeling it's going to get a little insane in here tonight. Hopefully that means big tips and no drama."

She lifts her drink, tilting it very slightly toward the bartender in charge. "This drink is amazing. The glitter is what makes it."

Theme nights are some of Cristobal's least favorite. It's like with the added flare of costumes as opposed to just body paint or fishnets, people think they have cart blanche to get even more brazen and lines that would be toed are just full on leap frogged over. He's standing just to the side of the stage on the ground level, arms crossed over his tight black t-shirt, eyeing the crowd with a sharp gaze. It's not that he's a complete buzz kill. He is wearing a little pair of sparkly red devil horns.

At Dj Booth:
Halloween was very fast approaching also! Lyric has music pumping, a good rhythm going and songs queued up for the dancers. A drink on hand already, she's having her own party in the DJ Booth. Dressed as an angel, her feathery wings are small so they don't get in the way. (Desc set) Headphones are on, one side folded backwards as she dances and watches the crowd, always trying to gauge the mood.

The door to the back office near the bar opens, and out steps Antonio. The strip club owner is attired in a dark-red crimson sportcoat and slacks, over a black formal shirt. To complete the look from the Seventh Circle of Hell, he's sporting a pair of plastic strapped-on horns, and carries a plastic pitchfork. The cheap-looking accessory doesn't look like it would do much more than annoy the hell out of whoever's on its receiving end.

Antonio shoots a look to the security man near the stage, and offers a wink of approval. "Good horns. Lots of people getting horny tonight." Then he's headed toward the bar, looking to flag down a bartender. "What's the rum one again? The strong one -- Zombie. Gotta get this hellacious night started right, y'know?" He laughs.

The dark-haired Wiccan know here as Destiny (Power Word: Cameron Cambridge), emerges from the dressing room rummaging around in her purse, smiling as she dodges patrons and occasionally waggling her finges at a dancer or three that she knows. She wears lingerie, as she does most nights, though this time there is an angelic bent to it. Albeit one of the fallen variety, with her silver and red lace, tarnished halo, and singed wings.

Halloween is the best time of the year, after all, and dress up nights like this are the only time she gets to celebrate it with the normies. Because while everyone else is out on the 31st having parties, she is Samhain-ing like a boss.

The brunette smiles, sliding a hand across Zoiya's back, giving the woman a small rub up and down as she passes behind her. "Hey, Mae! Totally ready to see you blow everyone away. Been looking forward to it like crazy." She flashes a wide grin, before looking at Love.

Cameron pouts, waving a hand to get the angel's attention, leaning on both elbows across the bar. Her best Sad Kitten eyes come forth, big, brown, and watery. "Loooooove. How much of your ass do I have to kiss to get a Witch's Tit? That's what it's called, right?" A quick glance around for a menu, before Sad Eyes returns. "Pleeeeeease? Two? I need one for a friend coming to see me dance!"

"Need my A-game."

At Bar:
Roxy, or Echo as she is known here, will be performing tonight. How does one guess that? Because she's covered throat to mid-shin in a trench coat, clearly concealing her costume. She sits at the bar, nursing a sidecar. She looks over the crowd and smiles. "Will be a good night," she murmurs to Mae and Love.

Halloween is the time to go as the slutty this or the slutty that right? Kai has opted for a not entirely lazy trope of coming as a vampire. The devil is in the details though. With her skin powdered to a nearly translucent white, her lips are stained instead of painted, topped off with a custom pair of fangs. For her getup, it's modern meets nineteenth century French gentleman. A rich dark cornflower blue velvet jacket over a black ruffly button up shirt, a pair of black leather pants, and some dark red dress shoes. A cigarette is tucked behind her ear. Obviously, she is no saint. After getting carded, she heads to the bar.

At Bar:
Love finishes topping up a pair of Witch's Heart cocktails in martini glasses with swirling blackberry glitter liqueur, sprinkling on about a half teaspoon of dry ice powder on each. It sublimates quickly, evaporating into smoke that pours over the edges of the martini glasses. "Tit, heart, tonight it's all the same." She garnishes each with a mini bamboo skewer fixed with a blackberry and a little red strawberry cut into the shape of a heart. "Don't drink it until it stops smoking, sweetpea," she murmurs, sliding it across the bar in a swirl of smoke, to the waiting hands of Cameron, who's about to do her thing on stage.

"I hope so, Mae. I feel like the alcohol content alone's going to lead to a lot of ATM use. I love this edible glitter. So good." Love grins and sets about pouring the three types of rum that make up a Zombie base into a shaker. "Tony, you want yours a little extra strong?" Heavy pour coming right up. Not like Zombie isn't put-you-on-your-ass enough already. More ingredients go in, splashing over ice.

The bartender is dressed in a tight white ensemble, complete with a rose gold halo atop her hair and a pair of white, feather angel wings just like a certain DJ.

A night of conspicuous debauchery labeled exactly as what it is? It's the sort of thing Aubrey can't stay away from, precisely because it's the sort of thing her family wouldn't want their name associated with. The errant young Addington enters among the rest of the crowd as soon as people are let in, eager for the festivities. She has two immediate goals: #1 finding whoever it is she needs to register for the costume contest (because omg, that sounds fun!) and, maybe more obviously, #2 getting a few of those fancy themed cocktails in her ASAP. And so she winds her way toward the bar, hips swaying with the music.

Oh yes, and there are costumes. Well hers? It's not the most elaborate. She's, admittedly, a 'buy it online' type vs. one of those artsy theater people who can actually MAKE a good looking outfit. At a distince, she might appear a generic 'sexy devil,' with the bright red dress. But on inspection (in an area that is bound to get some glances, just admit it): she has no forked tail. Ah, no, with the hood and the basket-like stand in for her purse, the outfit is obvious enough for what it is: Little Red Riding Hood, Not So Innocent Edition (TM). Evidently she got lost on the way to grandma's.

Nicole walks into the Platinum Cabaret in her homemade-quickly costume and looks around a bit unsure. Her steps are a little show at first, until someone else is behind her wanting to enter as well. Once in, she heads straight to the bar, looking over the special drinks made for tonight. "Uh, can I get a... Witch's Heart?" She had to be careful with her angel wing cape, arranging it so she can still open her wings and not pull anything (Costume in desc). Slipping some money out of her clutch, she slides it over towards the bartender then looks about for anyone she might know.

At Bar:
Mae aims a grin at Cameron and Roxy, nodding slowly as she takes another sip of her glitter-laden drink. "Oh a very good night." She agrees, setting down the glass, flitting her finger toward a bartender to try to score another. "Let's make sure we take care of the bar and the booth tonight as well." She rolls her neck and lets her eyes lid slightly, aiming a look at Love. "Bet I can think of some more fun uses for the edible glitter." She tries to look abashed, but there is a big grin on her face as she clears her throat and waits for her second drink to be delivered.

She gets a look at the smoking drink, nose wrinkled slightly. "Holy shit. What's in that?"

Since Lyric has gone angel, and Park is such a rebel these days, the Korean-American is dressed in a red devil outfit. Red, high heel, knee high leather boots with more lacing than a tat convention. Red booty shorts. Red corset, though she doesn’t have much to push up on display. Long red gloves to the elbow; she even has red hair for the night. Black fishnet covering the gaps between boots and shorts. She wears a headband with two flashing devil horns – which she probably got from an AC/DC concert. But this being Park, perched between the horns is a stuffed Valentine’s Day Devil holding a heart with ‘You Make Me Horny’ written on it. Being a cosplayer, the costume is quite well put together and has a long tail and quite large red, batlike wings. If she was at a convention, it would be awesome. But in a packed club with narrow spaces between tables, it is quite hard for her to get from the door to the bar.

“Oops, sorry. Sorry” Park is continually apologising as she bumps tables, drinks, and drinkers with her wings. Turning to apologise usually means someone is hit by the tail. At least that guy with the wig is not here. Oh, wait, there he is. His hands casually on his head to hold his toupee in place as he spots Park heading his way. She even gives him a wave. “Sorry about the… Oh…you got a new one! That looks much better.” Yes, she even giggles and pokes at it. “So soft.” She resumes her trip to the bar.

“Hey, everyone! Isn’t this a great night!” Lyric has the music sounding awesome, but Park will head up that way in a moment. No rush though. "So many awesome costumes being worn. And almost being worn." Anyone within reach, whether known or not, will get a hug. This may involve a wing flopping around to hit them on the side of the head.

Alison strolls in, peering around the cabaret. This is her first time here, invited by one of the dancers, so she's not quite familiar with how the place is laid out or the general feel of it.

The short redhead is clad in a black trenchcoat, her hair left hanging over her shoulders. Red stockings are can be seen on her legs underneath the trenchcoat, with fire engine red heels on her feet. Finding somewhere to sit near the stage, she sets her black purse down and takes off the trenchcoat, revealing her costume -- a bright red vinyl underbust corset, paired with matching red vinyl booty shorts, and a lacey red bra. Topping it off, she fishes a pair of plastic red devil horns out of her purse and sticks it on her head, nestling it in her red hair. All that red against her pale skin is kind of.. a lot, really. Plus her lips are painted in her usual bright red lipstick.

Her costume is probably closer to that of most of the dancers, but she doesn't really have the curves needed to work somewhere like this, let alone the moves. It's possible that she misread the tone of the event, but hey, it's what she had already, and you can't really deny that it's a costume.

At Bar:
Roxy turns on her bar stool to let her bright blue eyes sweep over the crowds. "I hope they understand my routine. It is slightly, ah..." she looks for the English word for it... "Biblical."

At Bar:
"Yeah, excellent costumes. And the night is just getting started -- gotta say, this was a pretty excellent idea." Antonio is quick to agree with Park. The club owner's eyes them roam from the Korean-American woman to the dancers at the bar, and then the newcomers. The Little Red Riding Hood getup seems to spark a particularly-broad smirk from Antonio. "And we've even got the customers in on the game, huh? Excellent. Let's put everyone's -first drink- on the house, eh? Until my money runs out, that is." The strip club boss peels his black leather wallet from his crimson trousers, placing three Benjamins on the bartop. "Remember to tip your bartenders, lovelies. They'll be working hard for you all night, as we descend deeper into hell." His laugh follows, full of greed and sin.

Another person just stepping in is Scott, who is dressed in a dark suit and a white covering all his forehead, one eye and the nose and the side of his face. Seems that his chosen costume is the Phantom of the Opera. There's a pause as he offers a grin and a salute in the direction of the DJ booth, before he starts looking around again rather carefully for now.

At Bar:
Love finishes off the Zombie, shakes it up until the shaker flashes cold in her hands, then pours up a highball glass loaded with ice, garnishing with an orange slice and a cherry dropped into the glass. It's a beautifully bright orange and red drink, flavored with OJ an apricot juice. The cherry falling into the ice leaves a little pool of red at the top, like a splash of spilled blood. She slides that across to Antonio, tucking a straw along the edge.

"The smoking one is a Witch's Heart. When it's evaporating, the dry ice hides the little garnish and a dribble of grenadine bleeding into the bottom." The drink is a rich, swirling pearlescent glittergasm of grape-y purple wonder. She's already pouring another one. It's very popular tonight. She finishes off one and slides it over to Nicole, her fellow angel, when she orders, immediately staring on another pair. "When it stops smoking, it's safe to drink. Cute costume." She grins to Nicole, telling both her and Mae about the drink at once. "It's blackberry flavored with a hit of cherry-sweet at the finish. Vodka, apple brandy too."

At Bar:
"Yay! It's like Christmas." Cameron squeals as the drinks are slid towards her, plucking one up in each hand. She's already raising one of them to her lips when Love tells her not to, dammit. The drink is lowered with a look of mild alarm and Nobody Saw That written across her face. "Right. Right. Till it stops... Smoking."

But she's thirsty NOW.

Her shoulders shrug up and down, grinning at Mae. "Hell if I know. But it's- Hey, is that... Um... hairdresser lady. Nicole? Nicole! Heeeeey!" A hand is lifted at the sight of the angelic hair fairy, waving her hand in the Princess Di sort of fashion, then pointing at herself. "Cam! Cameron. From Karaoke? We did Elton John!"

A glance around. "We sang Elton John, I mean. But, y'know. Would." She doesn't quite catch sight of Park so much as the wingnado that follows the young DJ everywhere she goes. Immediately the brunette holds her skinny arms, stepping right in to wrap them around the woman when she begins to make her rounds of Hello Hugs. "Mee, so hot tonight! Are you sure you're not dancing? I'd tip that."

"Oh! Oh, I see my friend and I'm up soon, I better bring this to her." She shoots a finger-gun at Love right before cradling the two drinks to her. "Thanks, I owe you! Owe you two! Mae, see you soon."

With a hip-bump to Park, Cameron works to depart the bar, heading for where she just saw a redhead in a trenchcoat a moment ago. "Ali! Alison! Alison, here! Where did- Oh, hey! There you are."

At Bar:
"Mine is just raunchy." Mae murmurs, grinning over at Roxy, pulling the new Poison Apple closer to her. "I never really managed to shift away from that." She tilts her head from side to side, rolling her shoulder as she shrugs. "Might be taking ballet lessons at some point in the future, but I don't think I could make that work up there..." She gestures to the stage. ".. not like you do."

She takes a sip of her own drink, her eyes still on that brew. "Might have to try that after I'm done dancing tonight."

At Bar:
Aubrey seems to pick up on Mae's exclaimation, with her attention likewise falling on what looks like the most outrageous of the drinks. Is it on fire?! Highly toxic?! At least in this rare case, these seem like positive qualities, speaking to some forbidden quality of the beverage. Or maybe just hinting at some good old get-wrecked potency. "Yes! The smoking one! I'll have one of those too!" she calls over, joining what is probably a not insignificant rush of business and physical crush up against the bar as people all struggle to get in their orders, sometimes shouting over the music and other voices. Antonio gets a flash of a smile. "What gal doesn't like a chance to dress up? And it's basically halloween rules." AKA 'no shame slutwear night,' who doesn't love that?

At Bar:
Roxy oohs at the witch drink. "It's so...purple. I love it," she murmurs. "Definitely want one of those later. After my routine." She smiles faintly at Mae. "I have the opposite problem. I am only learning to be, ah, as you say, raunchier." Everything sounds too innocent in her Finnish accent.

At Dj Booth:
Lyric is into the music she plays, no matter what song it is the DJ is always dancing to it. Her Zombie drink is sipped at as she admires all the costumes. Antiono gets a kiss blown to him, she hadn't had a chance to say hello before she'd started working. She's not going to yell a greeting across the room or anything, but at least she got a hello in. Catching sight of Scott she waves and nods towards the bar so he can get his drink on before he comes over to see her.

Cristobal is polite. Cristobal is stoic. Most importantly, Cristobal is watchful. As the drinks start to flow, he keeps an eagle eye out for any indiscretions, and aside from stepping over to pull the curtain aside for someone entering the VIP room, he remains at his post with his hands clasped in front of his body.

At Bar:
Kai isn't all that efficient when she gets to the bar. She watches the dancers congregate and swap words. The short woman worms her way to the front eventually though and lifts a hand to try and get Love's attention. "Do the bloody marys still come in big girl glasses too?" Vampire drinking bloody marys might be cliche, but the drink is damn good.

At Bar:
"Thank you," Nicole says, flashing a smile to Love. "I like yours too. Mine is kind of last minute, but, it works, right?" No shame in her DIY game. She watches the drink smoke, wiggling her fingers in the haze. "Safe when it stops smoking, got it." She hears her name, exuberantly called and looks up, laughing as she waves to Cameron. "How could I forget? Hi there." She lifts her glass in a toast to her and those sitting near her before taking a sip. "Oh, it's good!"

At Bar:
"Good. Enjoy yourself -- we've got the best drinks and the best entertainment in town. Always happy to see the ladies enjoying our establishment, especially for special events -- classes up the place." Antonio smirks to Aubrey and then settles down onto a barstool, taking his first Zombie-swig and immediately beaming a grand smile to Love. "Outdid yourself again, huh? This is good shit." If precedent holds, Antonio is going to vanquish quite a few Zombies tonight. The strip club owner leans the plastic pitchfork up against the bar, his gaze then wandering the club floor.

"You look awesome, Cam" Park grins as they hug, but her blush is soon back at the suggestion she is hot. Or dance! "Don't be silly" she snorts, a gentle push on the dancer as she heads off to greet Alison. Park's eyes going wide with excitement at the sight of the redhead's outfit. "That look soooo good on you!!"

Hugs for Mae and Roxy. "You both look incredible. The people here are lucky to be able to watch you dance." Her wings may have clipped a couple of glasses on the bar. Though she will refrain from yelling a greeting to Lyric across the bar, she will instead wave frantically and bounce up and down to get her roommate's attention. Sure, they live in the same room, and may have seen each other about an hour ago, but it would be impolite not to say 'hello'. And there's Scott too - hug for him as he nears the bar. "We should play some of our songs here. Like that 'Platinum Cabaret Theme' I did."

Park eyes off the money that Antonio has placed on the bar for the 'free' drinks.. Is that enough for more than three? "Cool costume" she grins to Kai. "I always loved the Addams Family. Or are you Elvira? Either way, it looks awesome." She will try to give the stranger a hug too.

At Bar:
Love passes a few ice waters over the bar for various clients and staff who've asked, then she's back to working on another pair of Witch Hearts. Her fingers are stained purple from pre-making a bunch of tiny blackberry & strawberry-heart skewers. She also trades a few costume tokens for free bright green jell-o shots served in miniature beakers. They thump onto the bar, one, two, three, and a gaggle of Joan of Arcs giggle and throw them back, though one has a little trouble getting her slimer-green jell-o round from dislodging, and has to use her finger. Still, they all manage to shoot them, then clatter off to find a table by the stage with their plastic swords. "Well, Tony, I'm not happy unless you have trouble finding your keys at the end of the night."

Love casts the occasional look across the club to make note of the bounce positions. She grins a bit at Cris' single nod to a costume — glittery horns. She shakes her head and goes back to shaking up something delicious. "You're very welcome," the bartender replies to Nicole. "We don't mind if it's last minute, it's still cute."

At Kai's inquiry, Love nods. "Yes, they do. Would you like one?" She's already moving back to a prepped pitcher behind the bar, the one they've been loading syringes from, to bring it on over and pour up a highball glass garnished in the usual way. "They're spicy."

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison perks up upon hearing her name! She swivels her head around, looking for the familiar voice, looking a bit like some kind of small rodent who heard an interesting noise, and then she spots Cameron. She leaves her trenchcoat behind, grabs her purse, and heads over to join her friend. She's got a big goofy grin on her face, checking out the dancer's outfit. "Hiiii. Well, aren't you lookin' good?"

Ali does a little turn for Cameron, holding her purse above her head to provide for a bit of a better look. "It's not too much, is it? I kind of raided my fetish night drawer." Park at the bar catches her eye at some point as she turns, spying her similar outfit and similar build, though Park's got a few inches height on her. Ugh. She even has those wings and the tail, and she's hot as hell. How dare she?

Alison's attention returns to Cameron before too long, leaning close to the dancer to give her a quick little kiss on the cheek.

At Bar:
Roxy accepts the Park hug awkwardly. For someone who gets up on a stage and takes her clothes off, she's terrible at basic social interactions. "You look very pretty, Park," she declares with a small smile.

At Bar:
Love glances around like she just heard someone say 'fetish night drawer,' but damned if she knows where that came from. She mms and mixes up her own Witch's Heart, letting it smoke away on the bar. She sips it only once it's clear of thick, swirling white.

Cris gives a little up-nod at Love's glance, as if to say 'I got you'. He's very protective of what he's come to think of as his girls, and no doubt more than one of them will get walked to their cars if not driven home directly by Cris himself. He doesn't partake of all the vibrantly colored drinks nor does he pay much attention to the dancers beyond who is paying attention to them.

At Bar:
Mae wraps Park in a hug when one is offered, used to this behaviour by now. "Hey sweetheart. You look cute tonight!" She wipes the lipstick that she smeared off of Park's cheek. "Get yourself a drink before you go to work tonight." She watches as Cameron moves off to get ready for her routine. "I can't wait to see what she's dressed up as." She says quietly to Roxy. "I didn't really do much for a costume beyond a single prop. Most of my clothes don't stay on anyway." She wrinkles her nose and glances toward the door. Finally things have slowed down. People are sitting near the stage now with their drinks, chanting for someone to throw money at.

At Bar:
As he's hugged, Scott hugs Park in return, offering her a grin. "Sounds like a good idea. Maybe get someone to film it as well, so we could make some kind of a video, right?" There's a pause as he nods to the others at the bar, offering them a smile. "Good evening," he offers, along with a nod.

At Bar:
"It's not a good night unless I sleep on the lapdance couches, that's right. Good attitude, I like it." Antonio's words are accompanied by an encouraging wink toward Love, as he progressively vanquishes the Zombie. "We've got some damn good entrants for the costume contest, too. Thinking we should get 'em all up on stage for the voting later tonight, once folks get tipsy and partying. Just my opinion." The club owner's devilish grin tugs at his lips as he considers.

At Bar:
Aubrey laughs a little at Antonio's boast, and waggles her eyebrows a little. "That honestly doesn't take much to say in Gray Harbor, but we'll see." Of course, her burn seems more aimed at the podunk nature of her home town than the establishment, and when she eventually gets her smoking drink, she peers down into the glass with obvious fascination. It's a shame she can't drink it yet! "And I'm -totally- equal-opportunity," she goes on to say of her appearance as a lady at the establishment, also accompanied with a saucy, naughty-Red Hood appropriate wink. She doesn't seem to consider it too strange, in any case, and she soon swivels to cast an eye around at some of the dancers. "You should totally have a lady's night, if you don't. I've been to a bunch of places that have them, now."

At Bar:
"Your tattoos are a better outfit than most anything you would cover them with, Mae," Roxy says to the woman quietly. "They should feel privileged to be able to see the art you wear." She sips her drink and looks to the stage for Cameron's entrance. "I look forward to see her routine as well," she notes.

At Bar:
Park momentarily distracts Kai. "Whichever one you think. I was just going for vampire," she says with a flash of a grin and those fangs before she is...well, hugged. She laughs a little and finally answers Love. "Yes, thank you." She slides her card over the bar top. "Keep it open for me?" She slides the bloody mary in closer and takes a sip. "So where is the best seat in the house?" she asks the ladies at the bar.

At Bar:
Love's red-painted lips quirk briefly in response to Cris' acknowledgement. She hasn't had any trouble behind the bar yet, but it's always good to know where the muscle is at any given moment. She turns her gaze back to the bar, moving down to clear about half a dozen mini beakers off the bar. She finds herself in front of Scott and Park. "Hey, Mee. You're looking adorable as ever." She nods to the Phantom. "Can I get you a drink? First one's on the house."

She calls back to Antonio, "Visibility is a plus. I think that's a fine idea."

"Oh, Mae." Love slips something out from under the bar, holding it out for the dark-haired woman to take. "For your routine later."

At Bar:
Nicole gives Love a wink and turns on her stool to look around more. "Everyone looks absolutely amazing." A direct glance to Roxy is accompanied with a smile. "I loved your routine on amateur night. It was very unique, beautiful. Classy."

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Cameron pushes a drink into Alison's hand as the pair synch up, reaching up with her free hand to cup the redhead's cheek as her own is kissed. She returns the favor, though she presses her lips against the waitress', the dancer's lingering just a little too long to be strictly platonic before their mouths part.

There's a glance over her shoulder at Park, a soft laugh given while the Wiccan slides an arm around the redhead's waist. "Hey, dont drink that until it's stopped- Oh." It's stopped smoking. Cam clinks their glasses together. "At least you didn't get it from Madison's fetish night drawer. Or it'd be all black and have a vibrating attachment. ...Foul for not telling me you had a fetish night drawer."

Cameron tosses her head back, and the drink along with it, before she turns to point out those she knows at the bar. "Get all your drinks from Love there, tall hot one with the tattoos not on this side of the bar. No one else. Only her. Because shes the best!"

"And that one's Mae," She points out Zoiya. "Keep your eyes peeled for when she goes on, because it's gonna blow your mind! Like 'tick tick tick', booooooooom. ...That was the bomb. Seriously, best dancer in here."

"And that's Mee!" This time towards Park, "The most adorable person in the world. Make sure you meet her tonight, because she's the cutest thing you will ever come across in this life."

"That's my boss, Mister Williams." Antonio. "Don't piss him off and get me fired. 'Kay, hold this, I'm up next on stage. How do I look?" The Wiccan holds her arms out, turns to one side, then the other, bends at the knees and perks out her butt, before she blows the redhead a kiss and waves over her shoulder, tip-toe-running in heels for the side door she came out of just a bit ago.

At Bar:
"Ladies' night, huh? That's an idea. I like it. We've had amateur night and tonight's Saint and Sinners night -- y'know, Heaven and Hell thing, obviously. Opened up this place to be the big fish in a small pond, for sure. But you gotta admit, this is a little nicer than what you might expect to find in a little shack out on the highway." Antonio winks to Aubrey, finishing off his first Zombie and pushing the empty glass forward for another. "Yeah, let's get 'em up on stage later. I like it. I mean, shit, I like just about everything that goes on here." As if on cue, his eyes drift to the stage and the upcoming performance.

"This is gonna be good."

At Bar:
"Starting a tab," Love smiles to Kai. "You got it." She picks up the plastic with clear, almond shaped nails. Set into each nail is a little rose gold star made of a shimmery foil. They're embedded into the tips. Someone's recently had a fresh manicure. Kai's card will of course come back at the end of the night, when the vampire's tab is closed. "You can see just about everything from the bar, but if you tip big and like something a little more interesting, the stage-side seats are pretty great, right up against the rail. First dibs on lap dances too, if you see something you like."

She glances up as Cam takes the stage, pausing to watch a moment, but also still listening for Scott's drink order if he makes one.

At Bar:
Mae looks like she wants another drink, but it's going to have to wait, she's up next. So she crosses her legs, and asks for the house special, which earns her a big glass of ice water. Yum. She winks at Roxy when she speaks quietly in her direction, but gives the stage due attention because who doesn't cheer for their own crew.

At Bar:
Roxy gives Nicole a warm smile. "Thank you. You are very kind. I was very nervous that night." She looks to the stage to watch Cameron's routine.

At Onstage:
The stage darkens for a moment, until a single candle is lit up. The flickering light from the tall, skinny thing illuminates a hooded figure wearing a long, sheer, semi-transparent robe. Even with her head down and hood covering most of her face, it is obviously a woman, from the long slits that go up each hip to reveal her legs to the way the robe hangs open in the front to showcase cleavage and skin.

The music picks up, a mixture of symphonic rock suitable for a night like this one:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSsTS6c8KOU

Cameron lifts the candle up to her face as the lights come on, igniting a multi-colored show across the stage. She brings the flame close to her lips, pursing them as if to blow it out... only to swallow the flame, closing her mouth around it to snuff the flickering light. She drops the now-unlit candle, letting it fall to the floor where it... surprisingly doesn't splat or shatter, only a few pieces crumble off here and there. (The secret is that most of it is plastic.)

The brunette lifts her arms, releasing the small latches that hold the robe to her body, letting the sheer garment crumple to the ground as she stalks forward. Her hips roll with every stride, three-inch heels adding height to the already-tall woman, making her over six feet, as if her legs went on forever. Silk stockings cover her up to her thighs, held up by a garter belt, all of it red and silver lace. It leads up into a thong that matches the lacy, supportive bra across her chest, with a pair of wings strapped to her back, each partially-unfurled, giving her a wingspan of five feet or so. They are an off-white color, blackened near the edges, as if singed by fire, while the halo that sits atop her head like a crown seems to have lost a bit of its luster and shows a few cracks in it.

The dancer's hips sway as she wraps both arms around the pole, picking her legs up and swinging around it before her feet touch the floor again, leaving a trail of a few feathers behind in her wake from the sudden movement. Immediately before hitting the edge of the stage, Cameron slides onto her knees, coming to a stop at the cusp. Both hands drag from her hair, down the sides of her neck, fingertips running across flesh and lace as they trace along the contours of her breasts and over her ribs. Her touch only stops after delving past her hips, between her thighs, using her hands to push them open, far wider than is considered decent.

Park's cheeks as red as her outfit at all the compliments on her outfit...even as some patrons have to duck a wing or jump a swinging tail. "Vampires are awesome" she nods enthusiastically to Kai. "Oh, have you ever seen 'Count Duckula'? That is soooo funny...but you're more a sexy vampire. It suits you. Oh, I'm Mee. Or Park if you prefer. I DJ with that angel up there." She points out Lyric. "If you have any requests, let us know. Love..." She indicates the tall tattooed barkeep, "...loves Hole. She always wants us to play her Hole. Preferably the early tight Hole. You have a great night. Sit where you can see. The dancers are awesome sauce!" Another quick hug before back to the dancers.

"You have a prop, Mae?" Color Park intrigued...or red. "Do you do ballet, Roxy? That would be like so...sensual. Though wouldn't you need a guy to dance with you? Don't they have those codpieces that you can use to stand on when you do the big leaps and things?" She shrugs it all off in her way before grinning at Love. "You look amazing! Ooh! Cameron's on!"

At Bar:
Nodding a bit, Scott glances around again for a few moments. As for the drink order, he looks a bit unsure of what to order. "Ah, which one would you recommend?" he asks, after a few brief moments of pause. Turning to look at the happenings on the stage, while still paying attention to the answer.

At Bar:
Aubrey gives a little snort. "Amateur night? What, like, we go up there and dance?" She seems oddly fascinated by the notion. "Oh totally, this place is awesome. Anyway, they're starting huh? I'm gonna go see if I can get a closer spot. Uh, lemme leave this, you can open a tab." The card serves in lieu of an introduction, too: Aubrey Addington. "Ciao babe!" And then, rather promptly, and with still-smoking drink in hand, she disengages to try and find a seat down toward the stage. Because she seems suddenly curious with what is happening there!

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison relishes in the kiss, closing her eyes until it's over. Hnnngh. Oh, right, in public. Yes.

She takes the drink from Cam gratefully, sipping from it after it's offered. "Hey, it's not the only fun drawer I've got at my place. Maybe you should come over to mine some time rather than me making a mess at your place." Her eyes follow Cameron's pointing finger around the club, especially as she points at Park, the Korean woman catching her eye again. Cute is certainly an apt description.

The redhead eyes Cameron as she stretches. "Fantastic, as always." She reaches out and gives her ass a swat as the dancer sticks it out, then quickly takes it away upon recalling where she is. She's not particularly interested in getting tossed out by a bouncer - at least not before Cam takes the stage. "Have a good one! I'll be watching." she calls out as she runs off.

At Bar:
"Cool manicure," says the girl who did not dress up in something slutty for a strip club Halloween event. "Well, I guess I should move up closer, but I'll definitely be back. Can't stay away from the bar for very long." Then the tiny vampire disappears into the crowd, presumably headed for the stage.

At Bar:
"Yeah, you know, amateur night. That's how we found one of our best entertainers -- you'll see her later. Enjoy yourself, now." Antonio bids Aubrey a fond farewell as his eyes transfix on the stage, his smile spreading nearly from ear to ear. "Good choice of music for this set, too. Time to make it rain."

At Bar:
"Thanks, my vampiric friend." The tall, tattooed bartender smiles to Kai, seeming to find nothing strange in the woman's comment about her nails. One doesn't need to have a slutty costume to appreciate the drag of a tipped fingers, after all.

To Scott, Love says, "If you like sweet and fruity, the Witch's Heart is that purple one I keep handing over the bar. If you're more into a spicy little apple flavored drink, the Poison Apple. Zombies will put you on your butt, and taste like OJ meets apricots steeped in three kinds of rum. I prefer the Witch's Heart. It's one of two shimmering drinks on the menu tonight. Blackberry and apple brandy with a kick."

At Bar:
Roxy claps for Cameron's routine. "Clever use of the candle! The witch theme is perfect for tonight," she notes to Mae.

At Onstage:
As she pushes her legs apart, the Fallen Angel on stage grinds herself into the air, up and down, back and forth, leaning back to expose her flat, trim tummy, placing a hand against the ground. The other retraces its steps up her body as she quite eroticly dry-humps the air, tilting her head back and back, until her hair drags along the stage floor as she tugs at one of the shoulder straps holding her brassiere up.

In a flash, Cameron goes from bent over backwards to leaning forward, turning to the side and rolling onto her fours, she begins to crawl across the stage like a barely-contained jungle cat, her eyes veiled through a curtain of dark hair, her lips pulled into a saucy, teasing smirk, as if she were holding secrets. Absolutely filthy secrets. Her buttocks bunch and sway in the air until she reaches halfway down the runway, rolling her ass towards the crowd.

The brunette bucks and dips, her rear end rolling hypnotically in time with the music, before she thrusts her hips forward, bringing her knees together until her pelvis kisses the stage floor. She retreats them and repeats the process two or three more times, thrusting her way into an invisible entity on stage with her before she rolls again, sitting down, her arms braced behind her.

Her legs spread wide, one coming up, over, and around, followed by the other one to make 'V' before she lies backwards, her legs hung in the air for a long moment. Her back arches, pushing off the ground as her arms slid behind her. The bra that held her tits at bay shimmies off of her arms like it no longer wishes to be there, tossed with the flick of a wrist somewhere towards the back of the stage as her legs come closed. It reveals her bare breasts, small, perky, and capped by light pink nipples that she reaches up to squeeze, a handful of each side of her chest, before pinching the peaks and sliding her arms behind and under herself again.

Her legs push higher still, coming together as her hands find places over her kidneys, pushing her lower half more into the air while balancing on her shoulders. Once again she leaves a few feathers behind, as her legs kick in the air, one then, the other, before allowing them to fall up and over.

At Bar:
"She sure is bendy." Mae notes, picking up her water to take another long drink from it. She gives Roxy a brief look and then leans in closer, her voice quiet. "Am I the only one with just a worn prop tonight?" She giggles softly and waves around a twenty between her fingers. "Yeah baby! I got a tip for you over here!"

There are other catcalls going on near the stage, apparently the men like bendy strippers here.

At Dj Booth:
The music for Cameron's set was up and ready and the cue for her stage entry plays right as she enters the stage. Lyric smiles as she watches, always watching and admiring the dancers. Her drink is about gone, but she doesn't go get anymore yet. A smile and wave to Park and Scott when she notices them, but the bulk of her attention was on the stage for now. She certainly took her job seriously! Joining the catcalls, she whistles then grins, head bobbing to the rhythm, just having fun.

At Bar:
Love spends several beats in silence watching Cam's routine, though she's chatting lightly with bargoers too. Even while Park tells everyone how much this bartender loves Hole. Not falling for that one again. Nope.

Love's eyebrows tick up at the candle snuffing, and she grins. "Girl." Cam can't hear her, but that's a grin following the word just the same.

"That's some serious bend, yep," Love agrees with Mae. She brings her fingertips to her lips and shrills out a high pitched whistle. Worth it. Though she does go wash her hands before she mixes another drink.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Aubrey totally doesn't... run across the club or anything to get in a close seat when the show starts. Nope. Not at all. No one gets hip-checked or shoved, and she doesn't look waaaaay too giddy at the prospect of sitting down there, right at the edge of the stage, so close to the action. She's a little late, missing Cameron's initial grand reveal, but it looks like she got there fast enough not to miss the uh... good part? It's also probably obvious she's not exactly a veteran when it comes to strip club etiquette or activities. It's not that she's embarassed or anything, it's just painfully obvious she doesn't know quite what to do. What to do for what? Well.

She glances over at Alison, since she might have seen her talking to the woman now up on the stage. "Um, how do we... you know, like, with the money?" With whatever advice or not, it looks like she's sure as hell going to try. Opening up her basket of 'Treats for Grandma,' she fishes around a bit (it totally is a stand in for her purse), and eventually extracts a bill, which she uh... kind of waves. More like a flag, than a sexy wave. She doesn't know how this works!

At Bar:
Roxy chuckles at Mae and murmurs, "I have...seven props. Sort of." And on that mysterious note, she adds another twenty to hand to Love to hang onto for Cameron when she gets off stage. She notes to Park. "Yes, I did ballet from childhood."

At Bar:
Keeping his eyes on what's happening at the stage, Scott takes a few moments to consider Love's words. "Hmmm... Think I'll try that Poison Apple," he replies, after a few moments of thought, offering a brief smile before he looks back to the stage. There's a wave offered to Lyric as well, although his eyes are still on the stage for now.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Kai sits down a even later in Cameron's routine, well certainly after Aubrey (she helped pave the way for her), but in good form, the small Asian vampire drops bills by way of apology. It's more than a good start. She kicks her feet up onto an empty chair (for now), not bashful about getting up close so she can reach the stage. She sips on her bloody mary, leaving a brief red mustache she licks away, leaning back in her chair. That's the best angle right?

At Bar:
"I have one. It's worn around my neck, and I don't really do anything with it." Mae clears her throat and finishes off her water. "Might have to step up my game. Maybe. Might just stick to what I do best which is shake my ass." She holds up a finger and swivels it to point at Roxy. "We shall see. You girls inspire me."

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison lets loose an obnoxious scream as Cameron takes the stage. Maybe a little bit excited. She watches closely as her friend does her thing. Oh man. Wow. Yeah. She rifles through her purse real quick and digs out the stack of dollar bills that she brought along from her tips from working at the diner, and quickly begins tossing them towards the dancer, trying her best to 'make it rain', but it never quite looks right when it's dollar bills.

She turns her head towards Aubrey and just kinda.. shrugs? "Whenever it suits you, really? If you're lucky, the dancer might come and let you give it to her.. uh, more directly? I think." Her gaze wanders over to Kai, and a flash of rememberance from a few weeks ago hits her brain. Alison grins and waves at the woman. "It's you from the boardwalk! Hi!"

At Bar:
Antonio watches the customers cheer and catcall, taking up his next drink. As the dancer continues to work the stage, the club boss looks elated. The club boss reaches behind his ear and seems to press a button, activating the Bluetooth microphone that's tethered to his sportcoat. In a few moments, the club owner's voice floats over the music through the sound system.

"Splash that cash while she shakes that ass, folks! Show some love if you're havin' fun! And if you find that special lady, don't be shy -- ask about our table dances and private VIP dances!"

At Bar:
Roxy arches a dark brow at Mae's admission. "I am now intrigued by this prop you will be wearing. Very intrigued." She manages to grin, something she does rarely.

At Bar:
Nicole watches Cameron's routine with her head nodding along to the song and in seeming approval of the routine. She is alone tonight and not looking to get fall-on-her-face drunk, so her Witch's Heart is sipped as she mostly takes it all in. She's not a dancer here, after all, and it isn't her usual haunt, but she seems to be enjoying herself.

Park sighs at how good Cameron is up on stage. So many good dancers here...and Mae is teaching Mee sometimes. There is a tap on her shoulder from Toupee-Man; it seems her wings are blocking the view. An apologetic smile before she slips behind the bar - if Love doesn't object - just to get out of the way. She will watch with rapt attention at the dancer both as a professional courtesy and because she is great to watch. A tilt of her head at some of the bending on stage; Cameron must stretch a lot.

At Bar:
"Good choice," Love says, smiling to Scott before she turns away a moment to pick up a clean shaker loaded with ice. She pours off a couple of ounces of a skimmery, glittery burn-orange shimmer liqueur, no doubt apple flavored. In go splashes of cranberry juice, fireball, grenadine, and apple cider. She caps it and holds it up over her shoulder for a twenty second shake, chilling and agitating the glitter in the drink so that by the time she pours it into a stemless wine glass and passes it over to Scott. She garnishes it with an apple slice.

"If it loses its shine, just give it a little stir with your apple slice."

At Onstage:
Men like bendy strippers! WHO KNEW!?

Cameron finishes her roll backward, ending in a feral crouch, one leg curled under her, knee on the floor, the other stretched out wide as a hand traces the smooth curve of that thigh from knee to hip, before giving her own ass a sharp slap hard enough jiggle what little fat she as on it, as well as her chest.

Cameron pushes to her feet, spinning on her heels, swings forming a flurry just a second behind her as she crosses her ankles, one over the other, while stalking closer to Aubrey with a feline grin on her face. She slowwwwly, leisurely, crouches next to the stage, pulling out the hip strap of her garter belt as she crooks a finger and invites the woman to approach and slip the tip in. Provided she takes the bait, the brunette slides her fingers into the Addington's hair and tilts her head back to give her a little smooch on the lips, a bit more than a peck, but sans tongue. She cradles the woman's face between her breasts, and rocks her a little back and forth there, before letting her go to move towards the other two.

A kiss is blown towards Alison, flashing the redhead a wink and a smile as the woman lays money down, and she eyes the bills lined up in front of Kai. She beckons the vampiress closer, turning around and sliding back to her knees again. Provided the woman stands and approaches, Cameron takes her wrist, placing Kai's hand on her lower ribs, and slowly guiding it down the curve of her hip, and finally to rest on one firm ass cheek. Lets it remain there approximately one second before slapping the hand and jumping up, shaking a finger as if it were all the vampire's naughty fault as she backs away from the edge and towards the pole.

She grips it with one hand, the other tracing the contours of her now-bared torso, fondling one breast, gliding over the curve of her hip, as she gives the crowd a sly, sinful smile sourced directly from her full mouth. The Wiccan sorceress takes a wide circuit of the thing before both hands clasp around the metal shaft and she pulls herself up. Despite those skinny arms, she doesn't weigh all that much, and the dancer is soon pushing her hips above her head and inverting herself.

Her legs wrap around the pole, and then her arms let go, inverse-Jesus pose as she slowly twists around and descends. She doesn't put her hands down to catch herself, instead allowing her head to touch first, bending so her weight gets taken on by her shoulders, her back curling along the ground as she sinks from the reinforced pole as if being put down gently by a lover.

By the end of the song, she is flat on her back, her arms spread out, her legs demurely closed and bent together just a bit as the lights cut out again. Though as soon as they do, she is darting upwards, taking zero time to appreciate any applause that comes her way. With one arm over her small breasts to cover them, she is far too busy snatching up her bra, and any tips that have been tossed onto the stage, as well as her semi-fake candle, before heading backstage to clear out for the next dancer.

It'll be a few minutes before she reemerges from the side door of the dressing room, with the goodies on her chest once again covered up.

At Bar:
Mae gets to her feet, hooting and clapping for Cameron's routine, setting the bill she had between her fingers on the bar near Love. "Make sure she gets this? I gotta go pull on my outfit and touch up my make up." She brushes her hair back from her face and slips off her stool. "Get new drinks bitches, because when I come out on stage, I expect you all to pay me some attention!" She means tips, people.

At Bar:
Antonio lets out a veritable cheer at the audience participation, pumping his fist at the bar and swigging his Zombie. A tap behind his ear, and the Bluetooth mic is on again.

"Now that's -what- we're talking about! Tip your dancers, tip your bartenders, and remember -- we've got lapdance and drink specials all night. Like us on Friendzone and subscribe to our feed, PlatinumCab."

At Bar:
Roxy cheers for Cameron when the routine ends. She nods to Mae and wishes the woman good luck as she leaves to get ready for her performance.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison claps a bit as Cameron finishes, then quickly feels silly and stops. Is that what you do when a dancer finishes their set? She should know, having worked in a place like this for a little while, but she was just serving drinks. And pretty focussed on doing that at the time. The redhead has a big grin on her face having seen her friend on stage, especially that little show between her and Kai. OOF.

Alison grins widely at Cameron as she spies her returning from the back room. She calls out towards her, "That was amazing!"

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Oh yeah...um...Alison right?" Kai reaches back in her mind for that one, but honestly it seems hard for Kai to keep her eyes off of Cameron for very long, especially as the dancer buries the woman's head between her breasts, causing Kai to sit up a little. To her credit, she's trying to glance back to Alison repeatedly. It's just...hard, and when Cameron beckons her, the little baroque modern vampire can't help but be hypnotized into the tease. Other veteran dancers should notice she's an easy mark, and seems to be generous with the bills as she leaves Cameron with even more tips after that little teasing touch and slap, totally unfazed. Another happy customer. She lingers at the edge of the stage to admire the end of the dance and then sits back down to grab her bloody mary.

Kailey arrives on her lonesome. But at least she took the challenge of the night to heart. Because she is a beautiful shade of bright rose pink from the top of her head to the tips of her purple painted toes and fingers. Pausing in the doorway her eyes sweep the place, wide and wonderous, noting the few people she had met previously. After a few seconds pause she moves to the bar, just taking it all in right now.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Oooooh shit it worked. When Aubrey realizes she's actually gotten the dancer's attention, she's suddenly quite transfixed by her slow, slinky crawl of an approach. Indeed, it's a bit of predator and prey here, only with the sexy feline-smooth dancer replacing Red Riding Hood's usual Big Bad Wolf. Whatever the beast, Aubrey's very much the doe in the headlights. And by the time Cameron has come to crouch that close, she's utterly under the woman's spell, and carries out the rest as if a puppet, reaching dumbly to tuck the bill into the woman's garter belt. But she does not expect the kiss. Too stunned to react, she only regains her senses in the last moment, perhaps just a little too late as she feels the other woman's lips pull away.

For a moment, she sits there breathless.

Then she turns to her new 'coach' in stripper-fu, Alison. "HOLY SHIT IT WORKED. Hahah, oh my god, she's soooooo fucking hot! Woo! Shake it!" The spell has broken, and seemingly so has any inhibition toward rowdy and rauckus behavior. She also follows Alison's example in a bit of further random bill-tossing, giggling at the absurdity of it, while continuing to whistle and hoot. And let's be real: Being an Addington is an advantage when it comes to the business of 'making it rain,' it turns out. Nevermind that her personal finances are basically a trainwreck or that Great Aunt Margaret probably wouldn't be thrilled by this particular use of the family fortune, but the old bat ain't there, and the cash advances on her beleaguered cards spend as well as anything! Make it raiiiiiin!

At Bar:
"Thanks," Scott replies as he takes the drink as it's handed to him. Turning to look in the direction of the stage again, he takes a sip from the drink. "Ah, quite good," he offers after a few moments of figuring out the taste. There's a brief pause as he looks over to see what other people he knows that's present for now.

Applause and hollering from Park for Cameron, even jumping up and down with excitement. At least until the smashing of glass behind her as her wings knock a bottle off the shelf. It was a cheap beer but she still looks like she's just killed a puppy. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry! I'll get it." Park disappears beneath the bar to start picking up bits of glass. Pausing only to give Mae encouragement. "Go for it, Mae!! You're awesome." And then a familiar face at the bar. "Hey, Kailey! I love the pink. I'll say 'hi' properly once I've picked up this...ow! Glass."

At Bar:
"You're quite welcome," says the bartender to Scott.

Love sends a Joan of Arc off with a six-up test tube tray full of Bloody Mary syringes, exchanging it for some sweaty, folded cash. She watches the Joan rejoin her table of Joans.

She slides a hand over to pick up the bill left for Cam by Mae. "I'll get it to her, sweet. Go knock 'em dead up there. Vaya con dios," the bartender comments under her breath. The reason for that'll become apparent in a few moments, no doubt.

A shaker of rum, rum, more rum, OJ, apricot liquor, lime bitters, and something else, super-secret and proprietary (not really, Love just has fast hands) go in, and she caps that to give it a hearty shake while the dancers are reshuffling. She reaches over the bar. "Tony." She says his name to get his attention, then directs Antonio's glass closer, her fingertips under the glass, pouring to top it up with her other hand: chilled Zombie top up, y'all. "Carry on." Back to her side of the bar she leans.

At Dj Booth:
From her prime location, Lyric had been able to watch the show and when Cameron finishes, she whistles, a finger at each side of her mouth. Lowering her hand, she grins and lifts her mostly finished Zombie drink in a salute. The next song starts automatically, but the set is ready for when Mae gets up there. Seeing Park behind the bar, she offers a wave to her fellow DJ, but most of the bulk of her attention is on the customers when there's no dancer on stage.

A little late. Poe likely had things to do? Or he just forgot to set an alarm and his nap went a bit later than he'd expected. Let's pretend he's a busy guy with things going on and couldn't get here quite when the fun was getting started. He's wearing his familiar tight black jeans and an untucked collared button up top with the buttons down to his chest left unclasped. He does a bit of a spin when he comes inside to take in a few familiar faces and then drifts toward the bar.

"Kailey!" He calls out, spotting the woman heading toward the bar at about the same time he is.

Kailey's lips pull into a brilliant smile at she hears her name. First spoken by Cameron who she waves too. "Oh, be careful!" She calls at the 'Ow' before turning towards Poe. Distracted from brief worry she says, "Hi Poe. This place is pretty swank!" She looks around briefly and then back, continuing to the bar. "I decided to dress up as my new fave version of Persephone. It's from a webcomic so probs not a lot of people will get it."

At Bar:
Antonio raises his refilled glass in a salute to the bartender, imbibing at a steady pace now. "We're gonna make the big time with shows like that. Sky's the limit. Or, you know, the pits of hell are the limit. Whichever you want." The strip club boss's roaming gaze lingers over the newcomers for a few brief moments, before returning to the place where it all happens -- the stage.

At Onstage:
Cameron probably runs into Zoiya backstage, gripping the woman, topless or not, into a bouncing hug that comes right out of the Park Handbook of Joyful Hugs. "Oh my God, I just went out there and did what you said! It was so amazing! I felt amazing! Best I've ever felt on stage! Mwah! Mwah!" Double-kisses are laid on the tattooed dancer's cheeks before she's released to finish getting ready. She puts her bra back on, and decides to forgo the miniskirt she brought with her.

She'd probably get more dances bought from her if she just wanders around in a thong. The door pushes open a little while later, and the Fallen Angel emerges once again from the side door. She heads neither for the bar, nor the side of the stage at the moment. Instead, she heads to the DJ Booth, offering Lyric a wide smile.

"Hey there, My DJ Angel!" Cameron slides a few bills she had tucked into her garter belt, pressing them against the booth and pushing them towards Lyric. "Sharing is love, and also a thank you for the music!" The brunette presses two fingers to her lips and then holds them out in the blonde's direction, waiting... waiting... for? For her to touch the fingers! That's how you share kisses and hugs when there is a booth between you and the cheeks are unreachable!

Cameron's saunter back towards the side of the stage where Kai, Aubrey, and Alison have taken up residence. "Alison, sweetie, who's your new friends?" Linking her hands in front of her, the dark-haired Fallen Angel remains standing, glancing between the three women and her most generous tippers. "Everybody liiiiiiike it? Yes? I worked crazy hard on that one! But Mae taught me, and she's coming up next!"

"Hope you guys saved some bills."

At Bar:
Antonio's voice floats on top of the club music again.

"And next up we've got -Mae-. Splash that cash."

At Onstage:
Why men great 'til they gotta be great?

The piano is playing when Mae walks out, a brilliant smile on her face. She's wearing a lacy see through bra and panties set, virginal white with a garter that keeps a pair of fishnet stockings hooked to her thighs. A pair of white leather stilettos are on her feet. Under the bra is white tape forming an X over her nipples. Worn around her neck is a long jet rosary interspersed with silver that moves when she does. She bounces to the music as it begins, and then when the words start she's singing along, swinging her hips to the beat.

//I just took a DNA test, turns out I'm 100% that bitch//
Even when I'm crying crazy
Yeah, I got boy problems, that's the human in me
Bling bling, then I solve 'em, that's the goddess in me

The bass drops and she's still singing along, sinking down on her knees scooting back to the rail using her hands to propel her backward. She is bouncing and shaking her ass as she scoots backward, rising up to put her hands in the air once she's close enough to be touched, and tipped. She shimmies her ass toward the men and women seated there, giving them a look over her shoulder

You coulda had a bad bitch, non-committal
Help you with your career just a little
You're 'posed to hold me down, but you're holding me back
And that's the sound of me not calling you back

The chorus starts and Mae is on her feet, her ass swinging to the beat, one leg lifting in the air as she twerks. Her body swings and sways as the music bounces, laughing out loud as she moves. One hand lifts in the air as she turns back to the crowd, her hands moving to run along the neckline of her bra, and before the chorus ends, the bra has been pulled apart, dropped behind her on the stage, leaving her with the white taped X's over her nipples.

At Bar:
Roxy sits at the bar in her trenchcoat and cheers Mae on enthusiastically. "A bride, brilliant," she murmurs.

"I was thinking you were looking a bit pink." Poe agrees, taking a better look at Kailey's costume before tucking into the bar and trying to grab Love's attention to get himself a drink. That's about the time that Mae comes out onto the stage and his attention turns to focus entirely on that performance.

Park pops up from cleaning up the glass in time to hear Mae's music kick in. "I love this song" she grins before sucking on the cut on her finger. Her other hand offering a fingerwave to Poe. Park managed to spot Lyric's wave and indicates she will come on up as soon as Mae is done. Because you could not be transfixed by the virginal tattooed bride's performance. One day, Park will be half as cool as the dancers here.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison squeezes Cameron's hands, her smile plastered on her face remaining there for a bit. "Oh, I ran into Kai a few weeks back on the boardwalk, gave her a ride home." She looks at Aubrey for a moment, "Just meeting her, though?" She offers Cameron the rest of her drink which she didn't get to finish before she was quite distracted by her routine.

Ali's eyes gaze over towards Mae as she starts her routine. Oooh. She's a little partial towards Cameron, because, well, Reasons, but Mae certainly knows what she's doing as well.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
The break between shows gives a little bit of a breather, yet Aubrey still looks a touch giddy by the time Cameron joins them, even if she's obviously far more settled into the spirit of the place now. Also, her drink stopped smoking somewhere in that window of time and she's actually started to consume it. The booze helps! "Hi! I'm Aubrey," she offers as an introduction, since Alison makes it clear they don't actually know each other. "Oh my god, your dance was totally amazing! You looked so good up there." If anything, with the occasional embarassed or nervous downward glance, it looks like she's holding back a little, just trying not to act like some super weird creep hitting on a stripper. That's the usual thing, right?!

The fact that the next act is the mentor of the one who has just joined them turns her attention back toward the stage to watch with some curiousity, even if it seems like she'd otherwise be very inclined toward some further Cameron-oggling. "Woah! Look at her go! TWERK IT BABY, yeah!" See? She's gotten into the spirit, and she's not playing favorites. Maybe. She's definitely holding up the Addington family honor with her steadfast support of local businesses and working women. That's her story and she's sticking to it. MAKIN' IT RAAAAIN.

At Bar:
Behind the bar, Love moves to Mae's music, laughing softly. She knew the costume headed their way — not the routine or the music to go with it. She moves to replace the Bloody Mary pitcher behind the bar, doling out a few bottle beers and clearing empties. She wipes up a few spills with a bar towel. She never quite stops moving to the music, glancing over occasionally to watch parts the routine.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Fuck, this is a good bloody mary." At some point, this alcohol will flush her cheeks, but right now, the small vampire seems to be holding her blood, so to speak. She watches Cameron on the approach, leaning slightly. "Kai..." she offers, but it's not very long before the song starts up, and the girl's dark eyes wander. There's just so much spectacle and it's really hard to compete with a routine. She scoots her chair up to the edge of the stage. She folds a fifty dollar bill up into a crude flower and puts in in her jacket breast pocket. Then she holds up a twenty between two fingers, bouncing it to the beat. Then she looks back over to Cameron momentarily. "Your routine was great," she says with a lift of her chin.

Kailey smiles and spins to show off a bit. The stola's shirt and the wrapped palla flaring out prettily. "Thanks! Do you know it? It's called Lord Olympus. It's really cool," She says and pulls out her phone there and there. Hidden somewhere beneath the folds of her clothing. "OH! I want a Poison Apple, that sounds amazing! Poopin' glitter," She giggles at the idea as she eyes the specials menu. But her eyes stray to the performance and her brows go up in a kind of pleased surprise. "OOooooooh..."

At Onstage:
You tried to break my heart?
Oh, that breaks my heart
That you thought you ever had it
No, you ain't from the start

Mae runs her hands over her breasts, letting the movement carry until her hands are over her head, shaking her ass toward Kai and Aubrey at the rail, turning to flash the pair a big smile, winking in their direction.

Hey, I'm glad you're back with your bitch
I mean who would wanna hide this?
I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever be your side chick

She is still singing, hands on her hips as she shakes her ass, bending her knees slightly so she can twerk along with the beat. Raunchy is the name of the game after all. She pushes her fingers in her hair, letting them slide down her inked body, cupping her breasts as she begins to bounce with the music again.

I put the sing in single
Ain't worried 'bout a ring on my finger
So you can tell your friend, "shoot your shot" when you see 'em
It's OK, he already in my DMs

Mae shifts her hips from side to side, sliding her hands down her thighs. She's still singing with the song, bouncing so that her breasts bounce with the beat. She holds out an arm when rings are mentioned, her left ring finger wiggling as she grins. She wraps a hand around her rosary, fluttering her eyelashes as she aims an innocent look toward the audience, kissing the cross before she lets it go to swing against her body.

At Dj Booth:
Aww! Cameron gets a warm smile from Lyric and takes the bills from her, sliding the money into a tip jar which she'll share with Park at the end of the night. When her fingers are held out, she leans forward and presses her lips to the fingers with a wink. "Thank you, love." Watching her walk back towards the others.

At Bar:
As the dance moves into twerk mode, the strip club owner's eyebrows arch upward and his greedy, enthusiastic smile only widens. "Hell yeah." He drinks at the bar, draining his second Zombie and pushing it forward for another quick refill.

At Bar:
Seated at the bar, Nicole lifts a hand to straighten her halo/circlet, sipping her drink held in the other. As she drinks, she watches Zoiya up on the stage, doing a slight bit of chair dancing of her own to the song. She might be humming along, but it's loud in here.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Kai, hi, nice to meet you, I'm-" A stuttered pause for a moment, as if Cameron were catching herself. "I'm Destiny. Thank you for the money, sweetie." The dark-haired Wiccan leans down to run her fingers along the vampire's forearm and flash a smile. "Make sure you save at least a little for the end, because we got two great ones coming up! And table dances and lap dances all night, so don't be shy about grabbing your favorite girl."

"Oh, thank you!" Cameron grins at Aubrey, reaching out to run a hand along the woman's shoulder. "Same for you, sweetie. Dances all night, and you can get some specials if you buy more than one at a time. We also have the VIP room for our big spenders!"

The instant Mae comes out, Cameron turns around towards the stage and whoops, cupping her hands to the sides of her mouth and gives a holler, backing up just a bit so she's standing next to the chairs the other three are in and not blocking their view of the stage. "Fuck yeah, Mae! Wooooooooo!"

"See, that's why I don't twerk," She asides, a little loudly to be heard over the music as she points towards the stage. "I don't have an ass like that. And It doesn't move like that, either. Boob envy's a thing. Is butt envy? Is butt envy a thing? I feel like it's a thing I have now."

Cameron fishes around inside one of the bra cups of her lingerie, pulling out a bill as she leans down to take Alison's wrist. She pulls the redhead towards the stage, tugging her up out of her seat with a wide grin, waving her money at the woman on stage and also sort of using it to point overhead at the waitress she has drug up next to the stage alongside her.

At Bar:
Roxy watches Mae wide-eyed. She wasn't kidding about the raunchy. She even blushes a little bit at it. "Her rearend is rather magnificent," she comments to the bartender. She hands over a twenty to love for safekeeping, to be given to Mae when she is finished.

"Haven't heard of it, no. I guess I'll have to look it up?" Poe says in that way that means he likely won't actually look it up. He grins toward the stage, watching Mae work her magic. "She's fucking good." He shakes his head and flags down a bartender to put in an order. "I might get one of those too. Make it two." He says about the glitter drink that Kailey point out. He swings his eyes around again and spots Park, smiling and raising a hand in a wave toward her. "City treating you well, I hope?" He asks Kailey while continuing to watch Mae work her magic.

At Bar:
Antonio casts an eye to Nicole with a smirk. "Glad you're enjoying yourself. Hope this isn't your last time here, eh?" Then he looks down the bar to Roxy, raising his refilled Zombie and drinking again. "We wouldn't be much of a club if we didn't have some turbo ass-shakers, right? Right." Seems the alcohol is getting to the bossman.

Joey makes his return to the land of the living in style. Black on black shirt and tie and pants to match those black biker boots. There's a crimson velvet suit coat that screams bloody murder on the boxer that goes great with the horns fixed to his head. Hell he even shaved. Really it looks like he let Byron or Vyv attack him and have their tailor's way with him, and he's not even sad about it. Step one: Hit up Love at the bar for his usual, a 7&7 sliding her one large bill that promises work will not be a wash. Sharp green eyes take in this terrific view and look for all of the usual suspects. He looks to Love and whispers something to her with a grin and winks.

At Onstage:
Why men great 'til they gotta be great?
Don't text me, tell it straight to my face

Mae slides down close to the rail, holding out her leg to one of the patrons. He points to himself, gets to his feet and slides his hand up her leg to pull at the garter nestled near the belt. She pulls back away from him, and it slides down her leg and comes loose in his hand. He gets to his feet and swings it around, hooting loudly. She lets out a laugh and turns to crawl back to the pole, using it to pull herself to her feet, bouncing and rolling her body as the song starts to near it's finish.

Best friend sat me down in the salon chair
Shampoo press, get you out of my hair
Fresh photos with the bomb lighting
New man on the Minnesota Vikings
Truth hurts, needed something more exciting
Bom bom bi bom bi dum bum bay

Mae moves toward Cameron and Alison, kneeling down near the pair as she continues to sway her hips. She opens her legs, leaning forward to pluck up the tip in Cameron's hand with a grin. Then she's on her feet, hands over her head as she bounces up and down in her heels, making her breasts jiggle. She gathers her tips and what is left of her bra, the rosary clacking on the floor as she bends over, giving the audience another good view of her ass. She turns to blow them a kiss as she walks offstage, slapping a hand on her ass before the curtain closes.

"It is!" Is Kailey's cheerful reply to Poe. Glancing at him only briefly as she focuses on the dance. The twerking makes her smirk. Well, mostly on the dance. She is distractedly bringing up something on her phone. Apparently she intends to show poor Poe the thing she is dressed as. A moment later a very pretty and very pink illustrated image pops up. "See?" She flashes the screen at him. "I found the sweet shop. And I cheered this sulky, spooky, dude called Everett up. And I've met some more cool people who've been totes awesome and nice and helpful. And -wow-..." As the performance ends she brings her hands together in applause.

At Bar:
Nicole gives a smile over to Antonio. "I might come for the right occasion, like a good party... or an amateur night." She looks towards the stage and gives a bit louder of a cheer. "Woo! Salon chair!... ahem..." She clears her throat and says back to Antonio, "what's not to enjoy? It's great!" She sees Joey then and has to do a bit of a double take. "Joey?" she asks, as if she might think it MIGHT be his brother.

At Dj Booth:
Lyric has started watching Mae again, enjoying every show she put on. The music is right on time and each move of the dancer to the beat. Finishing off her drink, she sends the glass back via a cocktail waitress and will receive one back shortly. When the dance finishes, she applauds then tosses out a whistle of appreciation.

At Bar:
"Of course, Mister Williams," Roxy replies to the boss with a small smile. When Mae is finished she cheers wildly for her coworker and even shouts "BRAVO!" which really has no place in a strip club. Then she taps the bartop and gets off her stool. "Wish me luck," she murmurs to Antonio, as she's up next, and heads backstage for the finishing touches to costume and makeup.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison finds herself being tugged towards the stage, a look of amused confusion on her face. "Wait, what, where are we.. oh no." She blushes bright red, clutching her remaining wad of bills tightly, staring at the dancer as she moves. She tosses a good chunk of the remaining bills towards Mae and giggles an anxious giggle. It was pretty comfortable when it was someone that she knows, but for the most part, she's capital A Awkward around girls. Especially when they're cute. There's so many cute girls here, though. Fuck.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
There's definitely a bit of a reaction in Aubrey's look to the suggestion of the personal dances. And VIP things! She is definitely a VIP (in her own mind)! And so there are some wheels turning in there, behind her slightly wide-eyed stare, before the direction of the conversation focuses her on the stage again. And the twerking. It is some fine twerking! Although it also causes the woman to turn and glance over at Cameron AKA Destiny, and, well, consider her butt. Yep. Because that is the topic presently! "Boob envy is VERY much a thing," she admits, with a somewhat conspicuous adjustment of the front of her dress, which is doing its noble best to give her a bit more cleavage. "So why shouldn't butt envy be a thing? It could definitely be a thing. But yours is ah, erm, there's nothing wrong with it!"

The end of the performance earns another loud whoop, as well. Particularly that ass slap. Hot. "She is really good, too!"

At Bar:
Love grins to Roxy. "Yeah, it is, isn't it?" She pours herself a glass of ice water, sipping through a straw. Her lipstick is smudge-proof, but the bartender takes no chances. Just because Joey took the time to dress like that before showing up here, Love mixes up a 7&7. She laughs at something he says and nods. "Sure, sweetpea." Whatever they're plotting over there has Love folding a bill and sliding it into her cleavage. No pockets in this outfit.

Joey's drink is an easy mix. She slides it over to him in a glass topped up with ice, leaving it on the misty bar (dry ice!), and then drops a shot glass there and pulls a couple of bottles and a spoon. Butterscotch liqueur first, and then she uses the spoon to pour over a layer of Irish cream that sits mostly on the top. Love flags down a waitress in a devil costume, and sends off a Buttery Nipple shot to Nicole.

Cheering from Park at Mae's incredible dance. Every time it's perfect...and makes her feel warm and fuzzy. "Knock them dead" she grins to Roxy. "Well...not dead. Stiff?" She isn't sure on the correct wording but she can now give Poe and Kailey the hugs they deserve. "You look awesome, Kailey. Oh...Poe...have some of your buttons fallen off? We can see your..." A wave of a finger at his bare chest before she is giving Nicole a hug too. Why? Because she's there. "You would be great on amateur night."

Then she is off to the DJ booth - only hitting three people on the way with wings and/or tail! "You look sooooo beautiful, Lyric" she sighs. "That color really suits you. Totally an angel. You want to take a break? I can handle the toons for a bit."

"Oh, yeah. She's really pink. Like super pink. You do look a lot like her." Poe agrees when Kailey brings up the image on her phone and shows it to him, a grin touching his lips. His eyebrows raise and the grin slips away a bit at something else that she says, but he doesn't share what exactly it was. "Good. Glad the place is treating you well." He continues, sincere enough, and then he's hugging Park. "Hey Park. Shit. I didn't even notice that. Will have to take it to the tailor to get fixed up. Until then? Flashing everyone I guess." The horror. He catches sight of Joey and tosses a wave down the bar toward the man.

At Bar:
Mae walks out from backstage, and there are more people here. She gently squeezes between people, murmuring pardon me's and excuse me's to get to the bar. Since nobody ever wants to sit right next to the owner (I mean, he's a little scary looking), she sidles up to the bar stool next to his and takes a seat, crossing her legs. Her outfit is a little tamer, a Platinum Cabaret t-shirt and a pair of booty shorts, you know, just in case someone wants a lap dance.

She quirks a brow over at Antonio and raises her chin. "Gonna buy me a drink?"

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Nice to meet you Destiny." Kai chuckles at Destiny's economic tips. "I have plenty love. It'd be a feat to run out tonight," though she doesn't clue the dancer into any specifics. It isn't said loud enough for anyone else to hear, delivered when the woman gets in close for the touch. Her dark eyes dance with mischief as she beams those sharp pearly whites. There's a sense that she'd smile that sharky even if she wasn't wearing fangs. Unfortunately, the focus on this rendezvous causes her to miss her chance for a personal interaction with Mae. She still makes sure to slip the bill onto the stage so Mae can collect it anyways. "I'll be back. I need a refill." She informs the little group with a wiggle her empty bloody mary glass, and before anyone can serve her, she's slipped into the crowd to find her way back to the bar.

At Bar:
"Good, hope to see you back here. I have a feeling you'll have fun." Antonio's not at all lacking for exuberance about this place as he responds to Nicole, sipping his Zombie and watching Roxy depart for the dressing room. When Mae makes her way back to the bar, Antonio's eyes light up and his response is immediate. "For that type of bootywork? I'm buying the rest of your bar tab." He flags down a bartender and cocks his head to the twerk-queen dancer, making no mistake about the point.

The club owner's voice soon rips over the booty-bouncing club music again.

"We've got asses shaking from the -Gates of Heaven- to the Seventh Circle, ladies and gentlemen. Give it up in a few minutes for -Echo-, your next entertainer. Splash that cash if you like that ass, and remember to -treat yourself- to the sexiest dances around."

Kailey smiles at Park and hugs her. The pink doesn't rub off on her thankfully. She used something very sturdy it seems. "Hi Park. It's good to be here," She says happily. At that moment her drink arrives and she picks it up to take a gulp. "Oh, that's fun!" Gold glitter clings to her lips now. When the gaping shirt is pointed out she turns to look. "Wooo wooo, looking good," She says, going to clink glasses with them.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Woooo! Fuck yeah, Mae!" Cameron whoops and hollers as she and Alison get an up close and personal view of shaking titties, turning to grab the redhead's arm and throw her back her head in laughter. Sometimes coming to work means having a blast while surrounded by sex and sensuality. Being a high and lightly buzzed also helps a lot. "Oh God, I thought your face was going right between her tits for a moment there. You're so drooling, Ali!"

As she tugs the redhead back towards her seat, Cameron flashes Aubrey a grin. "Would I lie to you?" She asks of a perfect stranger. Then she glances down and to the side, as if considering her own butt, which is pretty much all out with the thong she wears as a bottom. "Oh, you think? This ol' thing?"

The brunette turns to the side, hands on her thighs as she arches her rear out just a little more. Not quite IN Aubrey's face, but not super far from it, either. "Well maybe you can get up close and personal with it a little later if you want." She straighens up with a soft laugh, lightly reaching to run her fingers through the Addington's hair, combing back a few locks. "I'll even give you a discount if you buy me a drink. A small one. Sorry, a girl's got bills!"

As Kai gets up to leave, 'Destiny' is waggling her fingers at the vampire. "Bye, Kai, miss you!" She teases with an easy smile, before settling on the arm of Alison's chair, resting a hand on the back of it, her other on Aubrey. "Be safe out there, and try not to suck anything! Bring back drinks for friends."

She glances between the redhead and the Addington VIP, "Okay, Roxy's coming up, and everyone raves over her. She is classy as fuck you guys. So get ready!"

At Stage:
The lights come up, golden gels over them to make it seem like a warmer light, firelight, perhaps. They are joined by the almost eerie, seductive strains of music and bombastic drums from the Dance of the Seven Veils by Richard Strauss. The dance done by Salome, which allowed her mother to claim the head of John the Baptist.

Echo is wearing veils of differing colors and opacities, layered and secured around her in draping styles. She's gone for fiery shades mostly deepest red, bright red, burnt orange, flame orange, gold, yellow, pure white. When she moves, the scarves sway and shift, some bearing little rhinestones. Her hair is adorned with a golden circlet with filigree chains dangling from it bearing pearls and other gemstones. Her arms have coiled serpent bracelets on them, her fingers are adorned with rings. At her waist is a coin belt, the sort a belly dancer wears. It has been adorned with peacock feathers. Her feet are in ballet shoes, painted gold, with the straps winding up her calves.

She moves, with the grace of the ballerina she once was, her hands raised above her head, holding the largest of the veils which is wrapped around her bodily. She lowers it slowly, kohl-lined eyes sliding to the right, then to the left, then back again, before lowering it further. Her body begins to move, all sinuous hips and curling shoulders, more belly- than ballet- dancing. The first veil, a deep burgundy red draped around her head and shoulders, is dropped and pools on the stage. Her arms are now bared and they move artfully to grasp the pole over her head and slide her back down it slowly.

The next veil is taken in hand, this one a brighter red, which is wound around her torso several times. She ties one end of it to the pole, then goes en pointe and spins down the stage, unwrapping herself, until that scarf falls away as well. Her legs now peek out from some of the other scarves. Her leg lifts up behind her and she catches her foot with her hands above her head, turning in place in a pirouette, like a dancer in a music box.

At Dj Booth:
Leaning over, Lyric carefully hugs Park, not wanting to scrunch up her wings or anything. "Thank you, Park. You look amazing too. All bad girl and everything." A glance over towards the bar and she laughs. "It looks dangerous and scary over there. So many people." Mostly she is teasing. Mostly. "I will after Echo dances, I really like watching the dancers." The music is on point, and she will certainly see Echo's through to the end, opting not to leave in the middle of her set. "Do you ever wish you could move like they do? They are so talented."

At Bar:
Nicole looks at the shot delivered to her, then looks back up to Joey. "At least it's not cinnamon..." she winks with a laugh and lifts the shot towards him in a cheers. Then, oh, she's being hugged by a Park! She one arm-hugs Park back, one 'wing' wrapping over the woman briefly before she runs off. "I was here at the last one!" she calls out to the retreating woman before her gaze finds Joey again. Luckily, she didn't spill her new shot.

Joey is grinning like the devil in a suit he's dressed as. Aaaah these nights where he gets Love in on fun conspiracy. Nicole's surprise as her drink arrives is the payoff. He lifts his drink waggling his eyebrows to her in greeting. Turning a hand finds Poe slapping a hand on his shoulder, "I figured I'd find you here you sunnovabitch." Because that's how affection greets family. And then the dance partner is spinning her craft and looks up the stage whistling. Remember folks, Appreciation is a rectangle with a founding father's face on it.

At Bar:
Mae blows a kiss at Antonio, flashing him a grin afterwards. "Mmm if my drinks are on you, I'll take a Poison Apple and one of those Witches Brew." She peeks toward the stage, her eyes getting wide as Roxy comes out with her veils. "Holy shit." She watches the woman start to belly dance, and now it's her turn to let out a wolf whistle. "That's fucking hot."

At Bar:
"Yeah, unique too. Got her own style going on, not like anything else I've seen." Antonio pivots on his barstool to face the stage, taking up his drink as one of the bartenders sets to work on a double-order from Mae. The club owner's Zombie is once again drained, and the empty pushed forward on the bartop.

At Stage:
The music continues and Echo's performance does as well. Another scarf, burnt orange is draped from neck down and that is the next taken in hand. She moves to the edge of the stage, spotting a familiar face, and crouches down. She places the end of the burnt orange veil into the hand of one Joey Lee Kelly with a wink to him, and then sashays away from with a sinuous shimmy of her hips, letting that scarf fall away as he's left holding it. Her throat and upper belly are now somewhat visible through a sheer white veil beneath the rest.

The topmost veil left is a flaming orange shade, and it is diagonally from shoulder to hip and down the side of her leg. Her hand slides it down, grazing over every curve in its path, revealing the rest of her belly beneath the transluscent white veil. Gold and yellow are now visible, the former wrapped around her bust, the latter her hips. The woman drops to her knees and slides her fingers into the knot of the golden veil and slowly tugs it loose, holding one end in each hand and moving them to tantalize with little flashes of her breasts. Then it slithers to the floor to join the rest.

Yellow remains around her hips not much longer. And her hips are moving in the belly dance moves fitting to the routine. The classical hip lifts are joined by chest lifts, made more enticing through that sheer white veil. She undulates as she unfastens the yellow veil and lets that drop as well. All that is left is that sheer white, filmy thing, dotted with tiny rhinestones. All is visible through it, only obscured when the fabric bunches or folds over itself and, even then, not full opaque. She is fully nude, adorned with various little chains and ornaments which sway and chime with every motion. She shimmies, arms to the sides and making delicate forms with her hands as her body moves, one leg forward, twisting at the hip.

The white veil is finally tied to the dance pole, and she rolls forward dropping into a front split as that last piece of flimsy fabric falls to the stage. Then the lights go out.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"I'd love to buy you a drink," Aubrey tells Cameron in a somewhat huskier tone, just to make sure there's no doubt as to her intentions or means. Money is no object for the Addington! Well, that isn't actually true, of course, but it FEELS true and she acts as if it's true, which works out very nicely for Cameron. Because with the other woman's butt nearly in her face, Aubrey's certainly feeling generous. Or gullible. Or whatever! It can be both things and still be fine! "And, erm, maybe find some time later or however that all works..." She isn't sure! Right now, they've got a whole big show in front of them, though, and no one seems in any rush to go anywhere.

The religiously themed act* that follows does indeed live up to Cameron's promise of 'classy as fuck,' insofar as one would expect when you put those words together. It's mesmerizing and beautiful, although perhaps not quite so prone to the 'hoot and holler' reactions of the prior acts. Or maybe it's the music? In either case, it feels disrespectful somehow, and Aubrey stays quieter. "This feels like... something you'd expect to see at a fancy show," she decides. "I mean, this part anyway." Until she takes off more of her clothes!

At Bar:
Kai seems more intent on making it to the bar while everyone is distracted by the latest act, because she's too short to see it over the people standing behind her. She mooooves down closer when she spots the dancer from the last routine. "Here. This was for you," she says to Mae, slipping her a twenty, her crude money flower still sticking out of her jacket breast pocket. After Mae gets in her order, she turns to Antonio. "This your place?"

"I could say the same about you, Joey. Bit surprised I don't see you here more often to be honest. Looking good, man." Poe says, then excuses himself from his place near Kailey to move a few places to where Mae is sitting. "Mae. Sure you already know you were amazing up there, but I'll say it again." He takes a few folded bills and pushes them over to the stripper. "Another later, or are you done for the night?" He turns to watch the current act while giving his tip to the previous.

Park gives a Lyric a little twirl. "Do I look bad? Cool. I was going for evil" she nods, the stuffed devil with the love heart on her head wobbling with the movement. Looking over at the crowded bar she shrugs about how dangerous and scary it may be. "They all seem nice. There was even another Asian-American. What are the odds! Um...Lyric...you do know that one day we'll be playing in front of tens of thousands of people. Don't be shy of crowds." A nod about waiting for Echo to finish and Park settles in to watch the dance.

"Wow. Symphonic rock to pop to classical. We do it all here. Gosh, she's so graceful." Park sighs at Lyric's question. "I wish I could move like them but I don't have the right parts. Well...I have the right parts but they're not round enough. Mae is trying to teach me but it's like trying to teach a horse how to type. Gosh, Echo is so elegant."

At Bar:
Mae turns her attention to Kai when she steps up near her. She takes the tip, leaning in to give Kai a brief kiss on the cheek. "Thanks babe. I really appreciate it." She gets her Brew, but it's still smoking so she doesn't take a drink from it, grinning at Poe instead. "Thanks, Poe. How are you doing?" She isn't as warm to him as she is to Kai, taking the tip to slip it in her shirt. "Just doing private dances and table dances now, want one?" She winks at him and then takes a sip from her less foggy drink.

At Bar:
Antonio turns his gaze to the college student just as the trio of drinks are delivered -- and he's quick to grab his. Tilting the next Zombie to his mouth, the strip club boss's eyes look somewhat glazed over with booze as he responds. "Sure is, sweetie. You enjoying yourself? We got a damn good show tonight, and a hell of a good crowd. Can't say it's -always- this fun, but we do our best." He flashes a winning grin.

Kailey watches Poe head over to Mae and a smile appears on her face. It is a 'sudden idea' smile and she turns to the bar. Taking a minute to fold a fiver. Carefully turning and pressing corners together until she has a money origami of a lily. Which she takes over and offers as if it were a real flower to Mae. "That was amazing! You're quite talented."

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Roxy's metaphorical, and then literal, unveiling gets a few uncouth hoots from Cameron, cupping one hand to the side of her mouth to amplify them. Sure, this performance is way prettier and probably deserving of more solemnity than that, but the Wiccan has never been one for subtlety. Especially when it comes to showing support for her co-workers.

Both of Cameron's arms go over her head as she sits between Aubrey and Alison, sliding her hips around a little as if she could ever do a bellydance like that in her life from where she's perched on the arm of the chair. Still, the music and the performance moves and her inspires her body to shimmy her shoulders back and forth as she howls in appreciation for the woman up on stage. What's she gonna do, NOT dance along from her seat?

She's only human.

"It works however you want it to work, honey." Cameron says as she slides off of Alison's chair and perches onto the edge of Aubrey's. She leans an arm around the Addington's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as they watch the performance. She glances toward the redhead, giving her an apologetic little smile of contrition for her friend. She IS working, after all.

"Whenever you want it, just let me know." She murmurs the words into Aubrey's ear as they finish watching the show. By the end of it, she's clapping as soon as the lights go out, shouting and baying her enthusiasm for the performance. "We don't do just T-and-A here. Sometimes we do really, really fancy T-and-A." She explains. Then she points at the stage.

"Well, she does. I don't. I do the basic stuff."

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison gives Cameron a playful little pinch on the arm. "Drooling!? Am not!" She returns to her seat with the taller woman, huffing a bit. "Oh, I wanna grab another drink, and.." She kneels down to grab her purse, and then asks Cam if she wants another one, even though she already knows the answer. Once she gets the yes, she heads over to the bar, at which she hands over her token at the bar for that free gelatin shot, then orders two more Witch's Hearts and pays for them with a wad of small bills.

Before the drinks are ready, she (carefully, in those heels) runs over beside the DJ booth, the glow in the dark wristband given to her at the entrance in her hand. She slaps the glass of the booth in a fairly obnoxious manner, hoping to get Park's attention, then tosses the wristband over the top towards her. She flashes a thumbs up at Park, runnung off back towards the bar, collecting the drinks, and settling back down in her seat with Cameron, handing over one of the smoking drinks, and says to her, "Not a word."

She grins as Cameron goes to do her thing with Aubrey. Alison's certainly got no objections to that!

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Joey takes up the same seat he did the last time and the time before and usually with his brother in tow near the stage, "Bro, its been a crazy two weeks or ya would have. I missed my people, man." As Echo does a damn dance of seven veils he props a bill for that and leaves that propped up for her to snag when she's damn well ready. Yet he might seem like he's waiting for someone, but damn if he ain't gonna enjoy the shit out of that wait. The devil in teh red coat drinks his drink and tkes in teh retaurn to the familiar.

When Roxy emerges from the back and heads to the bar, she's in a whole new costume. A sort of sexy Cleopatra getup that suits her haircut. She drifts through the crowd, stopping to tip the pair of DJs and thanking them. Then she's accepting tips along the way to the bar with a Mona Lisa smile and dip of her head. She makes her way to sit near Mae and Antonio, and orders one of the witch drinks. "Was that all right?" she asks quietly. She isn't sure if the whole biblical thing worked, but she took sinners and saints pretty literally.

Poe lifts his shoulders in a shrug to Mae's question. "Can't be too bad when I'm here, right? Good company, impressive shoe. Drinks with glitter actually in them? That's pretty wild." Still, he seems a bit reserved in his comments compared to his normal self. He shakes his head at the dance offers. "Maybe another night for those, Mae. I'll call you sometime in the next day or two though." Promise? Threat? Kailey is approaching about that time so he steps back so she can deliver her tip without him in the way.

At Bar:
Mae beams a smile at Kailey, accepting the lily with a genuine smile. "This is pretty." She says, inclining her head toward the woman with the colorful hair. "You're a sweetheart, thank you so much." She gestures to her two drinks, sliding one in Kailey's direction. "Want more glitter for your system?"

She smirks toward Poe and glances away, holding up a finger for another drink.

At Bar:
Love hands back Mae's tip for Cam, "She didn't wander this way yet, babe." Love slides over a second folded bill, "This one's for you." She says all this as she comes back from an ice run, dumping half a bucket behind the bar.

At Bar:
"That was some high-quality adult entertainment is what that was. Wouldn't expect to see something like that outside of Vegas. Well done there, sugar -- drinks on me." Antonio's praise is delivered wholeheartedly to Roxy as he drinks from his Zombie, eyeing Kai.

At Dj Booth:
"I don't mind being in front of crowds I don't know if I'm singing or playing the guitar. Then I don't gotta talk to them." Lyric sighs at the dancing. "She's graceful yeah, and beautiful." Watching as Echo finishes the dance, she switches the song to the next then applauds and whistles and cheers. "I am gonna get another drink. I'll let you have your turn, I know you love doing it as much as I do so I'll share." Smiling before ducking out of the booth and walking towards the seats up front and sliding into a chair for the moment to take a break. Seeing Joey, she gives him a cheesy smile. "You look good tonight."

Kailey beams as Mae takes the flower. "Glad ya like it!" She says as her eyes slide to the glittery drink. "I still have half my first one," She says and lifts the cup, making it sparkle before taking another swig. More glitter added to her lips and tongue. "I love dancing, but I just am not...I dunno...I've been told I've spirit but no groove," She finds this amusing apparently because she giggles. "A girlfriend once told me I looked like one of those promotional wavey things that flutter about," And she does an example, waving and swaying her arms before giggling again.

At Bar:
Roxy flushes at the praise from the boss. "Thank you Mister Williams," she says with a smile. She eagerly takes up her witchy drink and watches the "smoke" rise from it, fully entertained. "What makes it so purple? It is very pretty." She gives Joey a wave and a blown kiss of thanks for his participation in her routine and the tip he left her.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Oh, I don't want you to miss watching the other shows," Aubrey immediately explains, even as Cameron clarifies the more businesslike customer-first approach to things. "Or whatever other special stuff they were going to do tonight? Like there's some kind of costume contest? I'm kinda curious too." She hasn't failed to notice the other woman slowly inching further closer, and now somewhat onto her chair, and by the time she's settled there, is biting her own lip in a nervously thoughtful moment as she works on how to phrase what she subsequently suggests. "Um, maybe when there's some time between them, or after the last one, you could give me a dance or two?"

"That was," really fance, she will say of the prior performance, now that it is fully complete, the final moments ending no less dramatically or artistically than the whole of it began. "Like, no joke, you could see something like that at the Lincoln Center, y'know, minus the naked parts." Still, she can't help but offer a quick flash of a smile and a teasing note when Cameron compares her own style: "Well, I like your basic T-and-A stuff."

Park smiles as Alison gets her attention, and then has to catch a wristband being lobbed at her. "Thank you!" Oh, Alison has run off back to the stage. Can't blame her with all the excellent acts. She will have to give her own wristband to Alison in return since they are in the same outfit but it suits the natural redhead much more.

A nod for Lyric about the shift swap. "Go have fun! You're beautiful too, Lyric." A wave before it is probably best to take her wings off for work...though the tail stays on!

At Bar:
Love leans over and says something quietly to Antonio, at least as quietly as it can be said and still be heard over the music between dances.

Several times through the evening, staff, costumed patrons, and patrons who purchased lap dances mill around, trading glow in the dark bracelets. Each counts as a costume vote in the free-for-all costume contest going on for the next twenty minutes or so.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"I said nothing! I saw nothing." Cameron declares with a too-wide grin as Alison returns with a pair of drinks in hand. For a free drink, there isn't much the brunette wouldn't swear she didn't see. Her fingers wrap around the glass as she leans between the chairs, sliding her fingertips beneath the redhead's chin to tilt her face up a notch.

Their lips meet with quite a bit more than would be professionally required, if kissing was a requirement of stripping. It's wetter than their first smooch, a hint of tongue delving between them before she leans back against Aubrey's chair with a smile, her voice a sultry coo. "Thanks, babe. A few more of these and I won't even be able to dance anymore tonight!"

As Lyric approaches near the front-row seats, Cameron raises her drink towards the blonde in a mild salute. "Lyric, girl, your game was on POINT tonight! Some night you have to show me how to work the sound booth like that. It looks so fun." A beat. "Not that I'm trying to snake your job!"

The brunette grins down at Aubrey, rubbing her hand lightly back and forth on the woman's shoulder. "I think you could see even that much at the Lincoln Center. It's not lewd if it's art, after all. Or that's what I hear every time I see a naked painting at the Gray Harbor Art Gallery." She laughs softly, letting her hands linger, fingertips running across the back of the Addington woman's neck.

"If you have the money, I have the moves, Aubrey. That's a really pretty name. You let me know when you're ready and the dances will last as long as you like." Or until the checks stop clearing. "And thank you for liking my 'basic' stuff. I'm no Champion Twerker or nudist ballet, but I like to think I bring a little something to the table! Maybe... drama? Right, with the candle and everything?"

She's suppressing a laugh as she brings her drink to her lips. "I burned the fuck out of my tongue."

At Bar:
Antonio leans in to listen to the bartender, offering a devious grin and an enthusiastic nod. Then he's swigging the rest of his Zombie, yet again, and pushing forward the empty glass. Tapping on his Bluetooth mic, his voice soon booms over the strip club's sound system.

"Alright, angels and demons! Everyone who wants to be considered in the costume contest, get your asses up on the stage. You ain't gotta -dance- or nothin', just get up on the stage. If you see someone you wanna vote for, give 'em your wristband -- or if you're too shy for that, just tell our lovely bartenders!"

At Bar:
Roxy takes her drink in hand and slips over to a table at the stage, and surreptitiously slips her glowy band on the wrist of her big tipper, Joey. She murmurs to him, "Thank you for your assistance, Joseph."

"OH! That's me!" Says Kailey with a grin as the call comes. She turns to scurry up onto the stage. In all her pink, lavender and floral glory. A beaming smile in place as she adjusts her stola dress and the palla wrapped around her. She shoots Poe and Mae a big grin and lifts her drink before sipping again.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
At the announcement, Cameron turns and slides her wristband off. She leans in to take Alison's hand and, holding it up, slides her band onto the redhead's arm. Fetish Drawer Outfit FOR THE WIN!

"Get that ass on stage, Ali!"

At Bar:
Love sets a trio of martini glasses on the bar, measuring out and shaking up enough purple-tinged, fruity mix for all three cocktails in one ice-filled shaker. A vigorous, extra-long shake and then she's pouring out three identical swirling purple drinks. She garnishes each with a bamboo skewer with a blackberry and a little heart shaped strawberry, and takes a moment to tip a teaspoon of grenadine in through the swirl. It agitates the liquid a little more and pools in the point of the glass, separating out eventually to make a little red splash in the bottom. She sprinkles dry ice powder over each, and the chemical reaction is immediate, all three glasses swirling with white smoke.

Poe grins. "Good luck!" He says to Kailey when she dashes up to the stage to get judged.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Haha, maybe. Although I don't think I've ever seen any nipples at the ballet. Maybe I got dragged to the wrong ones." Are there some secret adult version of the Nutcracker or Swan Lake no one ever told her about?! This will require some investigation.

"Well then, why don't we- OH! They're starting!" It looked like Aubrey was just about to settle in right then and there, but she did mention being interested in the costume contest and it seems like it's starting. Which causes her to suddenly, and with never any less exuberent energy than ever, pop up from her seat. But she's nod abandonning Cameron. Instead, she reaches to clasp her hand. "C'mon, let's go up! You got my vote anyway." Does her stripper get up count as a costume? Who knows. But Either way, she's quickly hustling her way toward the stage as they're all called to go up. "And then AFTER the contest, I am SO taking you back to the VIP lounge!" This time, she doesn't say it with any timdity at all, but rather with a self-assured and near-wolfish look near as good worthy of her costume's villain.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison looks at Cameron as she slides the wristband on. What. "Okay, you've definitely had too much to drink. I'd break my skinny ass if I got up there! And besides, I'm hardly one step above Walmart brand costume quality at this point." She casts another quick look at Park in the DJ booth again. The wings! The tail! Fuck. Not fair.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Tilting her drink towards Cameron, Lyric grins. "I'd love to show you anytime. You show me how you dance like that." Hurriedly, she reaches out and adds her bracelet to Joey, voting for him, then encourages him towards the stage. "You should get judged!"

At Bar:
Joey hands the scarf back to Roxy cool a cuke. EYebrow arches seeming pleased enough. "Damn fine job, but you knew that." He finishes his drink and drops the glass gently on the bar sliding the bill underneath it tapping it twice. Cash is hte bartender's best friend too, folks. Tip yo damn servers! He itches his head behind one horn and looks to Anotnio "Class act tonight, man. Should be proud of it." He looks from Antonio to Nicole amused stating to her, "I see you met the face behind the talent."

At Bar:
Antonio's voice floats over the booty hip-hop music that resonates from the PA system.

"Alright, what do we got here? I see the Pink Princess, Little Red Riding Hood, and the Fetish Chick. I'm sure I got that wrong, ladies, so you gotta correct me. We getting anyone else up on that stage? Let's hear it for the contestants, and let us know who your favorite is!"

Several men near the stage catcall and cheer their appreciation, apparently enjoying even a fully-clothed amateur hour, sans danse.

At Bar:
Several staff members take vote bracelets from people around the room, scurrying with the glow in the dark bracelets, headed up on stage after all the contestants have made their way up. They lean in, and there seem to be several votes for each person brave enough to make it up onto the stage, be their costume simple and homemade or all out body paint. Dancers and waitresses murmur encouragement, soft and reassuring to those shy about being up there.

Some costumed folks aren't quite so fast to go up on stage, and several of them receive votes just the same!

Park can't leave her post. She has tunes to spin...program. And she's not expecting to win any costume prizes; not with redhead devils, vampires, and little red riding hoods. Maybe she should have tried the school uniform again?

Nothing like a song while the votes are being counted [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWZisnZ-RGE]. It's appropriate...ish.

At Bar:
Mae slipped off for a bit at an offer for a private dance, and when she makes her way back to the bar, they're gathering for the costume contest. She retakes her seat next to Antonio and crosses her legs, gazing at the people up on stage. She gets herself a new drink, takes a sip and slips her vote to one of the bartenders.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"That is a deal I will take all day, any day!" Cam says with a grin towards Lyric. Pact is sealed, no takebacksies. She will learn the Art of the DJ.

"How dare you, madame!" Cameron says with all the mock-outrage she can muster as the redhead accuses her being too drunk. She would probably say more and chastise her for wasting her precious gift of a wristband, but Aubrey has her own ideas.

The Wiccan looks towards the stage, her eyebrows raising as the woman pops up out of her seat and takes a hand. She pushes her drink into Alison's grip just a moment before she's being tugged and hustled up onto the stage. Are the dancers even allowed to win? Does it matter? She will stand wherever the fuck someone wants who is going to take her to the VIP room!

She blows a kiss towards Alison as the woman refuses to come up, instead mounting the steps up onto the stage beside Aubrey, resting a hand on the Addington's hip. "Well, if I win, I'll give you a little something extra." The dancer proclaims, her arm sliding around her new patron's waist. Her other hand lifts to give her nose a little boop.

No way she's winning.

So instead, she stands there against Aubrey, leaning into her like they're on a date, smiling and waving at the crowd like a princess on a float.

At Stage:
"I am dressed as Persephone alas Lore Olympus, thank you!" Kailey says, tilting her nose up and propping her fists on her hips. Then she smiles and twirls before reaching into a little hidden pocket and pulling out flower petals to toss out at the crowd.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison blurts out at the announcer's mention of 'fetish chick', "Excuse me??" She smirks a bit though in her seat, staying exactly where she was planted.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Roxy settles into a seat at the rail to cheer on the customers in their costumes, applauding for each one in turn.

At Bar:
Antonio's voice cuts over the music again.

"Right, like I said, you gotta correct me. Figured all ya'll were up in this contest. ANYWAY. The winner is gonna be real happy, I think. We got a great prize package -- the EMPEROR'S SUITE VIP package for four people, where you'll ascend into Heaven with the dancers of your choice, four individual lapdance vouchers to spend tonight or whenever the hell you want, two rounds of drinks, a bottle of bubbly, and a gift certificate to the salon. You know, hair done, nails done, everything big. And we'll have our costume contest winner crowned by -Mae-, queen of the twerk."

At Bar:
Mae takes a crown from behind the bar, it's a cute little thing, vines and crystal draped wires twined with pomegranate beads. It's strangely appropriate for the winner, actually. She walks up to the stage, steps up and winks at the crowd, settling the crown down on Kailey's head. "Here you go sweetheart, good job." She slips an arm around her shoulders and gestures toward Antonio as he makes the announcement. "Can't wait for you to come back and spend those vouchers, babe." She takes a step back and gestures like Vanna White toward Kailey. "Everyone give this woman a big round of applause!!"

Poe is grinning widely. "Nice work, Kailey." He claps as well. "Best Persephone ever!" That's likely a name Poe had never heard until about an hour ago, but he's all about it now.

At Stage:
Kailey is actually surprised and then beams and claps her hands together. Bouncing on her toes as Mae approaches. "What?! Really!! EHEEEEhehehe!" She finds herself giggling. The blush can't be seen under the makeup, but she bites her lip and looks out over the crowd. Then bows deep enough to, well, it is a strip bar. She shows off the low-cut dress and her pink cleavage. When she straightens she twirls again, skirt coming up, and then turns to offer Mae a hug. Still giggling as she does.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison claps for the winner! Wooo~

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Roxy cheers and applauds for the winner, raises her glass of witch's heart and sips from it now that the smoke has ceased.

At Bar:
The strip club owner catcalls and cheers from the bar. "Awwww yeah!" Steady into his drink by now, he taps the Bluetooth mic once more.

"Congratulations to our winner. But hopefully -your- night isn't over, ladies and gentlemen. Stick around, get drunk, fluff that ass and splash that cash. Tell your friends, don't tell your grandma, like us on Friendzone."

At Bar:
Nicole gestures to Antonio and asks Joey, "you mean this gentleman? He thinks I should come here more often." She finishes the drink she had in hand while watching the festivities and slides it towards the bartender side of the bar then leans closer to Joey. "You, Mr. Kelly, look hot as fuck tonight. Just saying."

At Stage:
"Normally I'm kind of competitive, but I really don't care about winning or anything, this is just kind of fun!" Aubrey explains on her way up with Cameron, even if the promise of getting 'something extra' if the dancer wins causes her to waggle her eyebrows a bit in anticipation of the idea. "Some of these costumes are really good, though. I just bought mine online at one of those slutty halloween stores!" Still, she stands a little straighter when she hears her name on the loudspeaker. That's her! "That's me!" Attention, obviously, suits her very well.

Of course, the actual rules of the competition and whether the dancers are eligible or anything else, she gives zero fucks about any of this!

"Sorry for dragging you away from your friend! I just didn't want to miss out once they called it, or lose you down there by the time I came back." While they await whatever judging, she looks around off the stage, appreciating the 'stripper's eye view,' as it were. "Is it hard coming up here to dance? I've never done anything like that. I mean, well, I used to do cheer and I've climbed up on a table while I was drunk once or twice, but like, that was just with friends you know?" Oh, but then the winner is announced, and she turns just the short distance to face Kailey and give her a round of applause. "That sounds like a killer prize!" Although it makes her think, and she wonders back at Cameron, "This doesn't mean the VIP suite is gonna be, like, closed for the winner now does it?!"

The winner gets a cheer from the DJ Booth followed by a change in music - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nu0sYQRECkY. Park is surprised that the strip club crowd know about Persephone and an web comic...or was it because she looks naked? No, it was totally about a costume that translates comic to live action so perfectly.

At Bar:
Love puts her hands together for the winner, singing along with the music Mee puts on. "Isn't sheeeee pretty in pink." What? Dudes, she's had like five Witch's Hearts, ok.

At Sitting Near The Stage:
"Yeeeeah! All right! Go, Karley!" Forgive Cameron, but she only met Kailey once, when she was drunk, and trying to get her to dance around a firepit. All she really remembers about the woman is her fantastic, fabulous, multi-colored and beautiful hair! Still, she claps and cheers for the Princess of Pink. "Spend all four of them on your favorite girl!"

The brunette turns to Lady Addington, sliding a hand to the small of her back and gently massaging. "Sorry, sweetie. But we have some very nice consolation prizes for purchase. And what's a night out on the town if you don't splurge enough to buy a few regrets?"

She rests her hip against Aubrey's, shaking her head. "Don't worry about it, Alison is great, and it's so cool she came out tonight to see me dance. But she knows I'm at work." There's a glance from the top of the stage, out towards the crowd. Cam lifts a shoulder in half a shrug. "It's one of those things that gets easier the more you do it. I never really planned on being a dancer, but life gives zero fucks about your plans, I find."

She gives the woman a squeeze around the waist, turning to lead her off stage. "No. Well... probably not, unless she takes her prize right away. And even then, she gets four friends, maybe you'd be one of them! Hahahaha... ahhhh... We'd probably better be fast, just in case."

She still has her arm around the Addington woman by the time they depart the stage, offering a wave to Alison. "You good, babe? Stick around for a while and you can give me a ride home, okay?"

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Alison shoots Cameron the Bisexual Finger Guns(tm). "I'll be here. Have fun!"

At Stage:
Kailey hears the music change and an actual belly-laugh comes from her. "I love this song!" She tells Mae, turning to the others on stage with a bright grin. Then she begins to dance. Not the silly advert-doll, arm-waving silliness of earlier. This is her actually dancing and twirling, which makes that skirt go up again, as she goes to collect her prize! "I rarely win anything! This is awesome!" She says to no one in particular as she goes.

At Bar:
Mae makes her way down to the bar, leaning against it next to Antonio. "So, boss. When are you and I going to have a sit down about a raise, hmm?" She bumps him with her shoulder and watches people mingle and mill around the bar, picking up her drink to take a sip from it. "I can't wait until she comes in to use those vouchers, she looks like she'd be a good time, yeah?"

At Sitting Near The Stage:
Roxy gets approached by a patron for a dance in the VIP and escorts him there, past Cristobal to the cashier, vanishing inside.

At Bar:
Kai has been at the bar, cavorting and generally putting a lot of money into getting herself somewhere near drunk as she's watched the going ons. She watches the proceedings with a genuine appreciation that goes beyond the drinks or dance moves.

At Bar:
"I'm all about raises. Raising your top, raising your ass up over the bar, raising all sorts of things." Antonio gulps his Zombie and laughs, eyes looking Mae up and down with a wicked grin. "I guess what you really mean is a larger cut of your dance fees, huh? I'm always open to negotiation -- the nice guy that I am and all. You helped pull in a good crowd tonight, after all, and diverse too." He cocks his head to the college sophomore, Kai, as if for emphasis.

At Bar:
Mae taps her fingers against Antonio's chest, flashing him a wide grin. "I'll be in tomorrow before my shift to talk to you." She slips to her feet and walks toward the backstage to change into clothes she can walk home in. She blows kisses to a few people as she moves, taking her drink with her.

At Stage:
Kailey makes her way over to where Mae and Antonio are talking. That grin not leaving her face. "This place is awesome. I never win nothing and this is great!" She says as she slips onto a stool by them. Then she seems to realize she interrupted something and looks apologetic. "Oops! Don't mind me," And cue the draining of her first glitter drink. Her eyes scan the crowd and she spots Cameron and waves at her. She'd heard her in the crowd after all.

With the main festivities over, but plenty of entertaining still to do, Park plays the tunes for the coming dancers. And any requests people may wish to help get them in the mood - between dancer sets, of course.

A blushing giggle as Cameron and Aubrey slip off out back...and Roxy...and Mae. There will be money made tonight.

At Bar:
Kai certainly is fresh blood, that's for sure. She chuckles softly at the boss's reply to his employee's prompt for negotiations. "Good show tonight man." She watches Mae slip away toward backstage, eyes stuck to the woman's ass the whole time. "You should give her a raise. She's teaching the other dancers how to pull people in," she offers to the man with an eyebrow raise. "Plus she's fucking hot and could probably light up Seattle just as easy if she wanted. Nice place you have though."

At Bar:
Joey leans on teh bar glancing to the stange and back to Nicole with an impish grin, "Well, so far it's pointing that way." There's some oblique optimism. He reasons with a gesture stage-ward with his hand, pausing to thank Love for teh refill, "I didn't want to let anyone down. They all work damn hard. Be a shame if I didn't. Don't tell me you hopped back up there and I missed you?"

At Stage:
"I didn't even know there was a prize!" Aubrey declares, banishing any idea that she should be too broken up about her defeat. Presumably there's also not much family pride at stake when it comes to very non family-sanctioned events like sexy costuming it up at a strip club. "So I think I'll live. Lets go console me! Oh, erm. They have my card at the bar," she notes, even pointing across the room toward the place where her night started, recalling that tiny detail of paying for this lavish self-appointed runner's up prize.

"Oh. Are you two, like, together?" she wonders, then, maybe a little abruptly, but with a genuine sort of curiousity, as the subject returns to Aubrey's friend. "Would she want to come? Is it weird to talk about it? I'm sorry! I feel like I'm kidnapping you." She gives a genuinely sheepish grin. "I think it's really cool. What you do, I mean. Like, I've always liked dancing, and performing for people, but this is just... wow. You and all the other dancers look so amazing up here."

The suggestion that they claim their spot before they're all gone doesn't meet any argument, either. She lets Cameron lead the way.

At Bar:
Antonio greets Kailey with a smirk, swirling the horror-themed mixed drink in his glass and laughing heartily. "Ain't interrupting nothing, sweetie. And I'm sorry I called you the Pink Princess -- not really up on my pop culture lingo these days, y'know. But I'm glad you're havin' fun." As Kai approaches and offers her suggestion, the strip club boss grins broadly. "Yeah, she's good. Damn good. You're probably right -- but all my girls make very good money here, don't worry." There's a salacious wink that follows his words.

Alison vacates her seat close to the stage to something a bit further away. She slips her trenchcoat back on, but doesn't close the front of it, letting it hang open. Digging her phone out, she loses herself in Online(tm) for a while until Cameron's done.

At Bar:
Nicole laughs and nudges Joey with her elbow. "Not tonight, no. Not amateur night. No way I could keep up with those ladies... Did you see them?" Of course he saw them. "They were hot. Sizzling. No, you did not miss seeing me on stage tonight."

Lyric awkwardly leaves the area by the stage and stops by the DJ booth to let Park know she could finish the night out and she'd see her and the guys at home later. She takes half the tips, leaving the other half for Park then heads for the door for her own walk home.

At Bar:
"It'll be hard to choose who to get dances from for sure!" She says, shooting Mae a toothy grin that is a little mischevious. "And you weren't wrong. Persephone I am portraying -is- that...she's just more! It's really good. You should read it if ya haven't," She chatters happily. "I really dig this town so far. All the people are so great and shiney!"

Park gives Lyric a tight hug. "I'll see you later. Have fun going out. And we need to work on some songs soon. I'm soooo excited! Did you know Cameron is in a band too? Go...I have everything under control." Famous last words.

At Bar:
"Oh I know they do. I fucking paid them tonight," Kai laughs good-naturedly and kicks back the rest of her Zombie. "I'll be around man. Thanks for the fun." She takes her latest bloody mary and starts to mingle with the crowd, a nice hazy smile at her lips. She's finally got her buzz on and already people are slipping away for lap dances, walks home, and the like.

At Bar:
"Yeah, it's a fun-ass town. Moreso since I opened up this little place, if I may say so myself." Antonio winks to the crowned winner of the costume contest. "Gotta make sure you follow us on social media to keep up with our events, you know? Hope to see you back here for another one soon, we might do ladies' night, or another amateur night. All sorts of fun shit going on" He drinks to that, offering Kai a smirk as she goes to mingle with the crowd, before readdressing Kailey. "Antonio Williams, owner and operator, at your service. Anything you need during your time here or whatever, you just let me know. We're a customer service organization here, y'know what I mean?" He laughs, seemingly good-natured enough.

At Bar:
Nicole takes out her phone, have overheard Antonio and swipes through her apps until she gets the right one. One tap of the screen, and they are followed before she slips her phone away again.

At Bar:
Kailey puts out her hand and says, "I will! I'm Kailey Holt. And, well, I'd hope service was important." She winks at him before she says, "That said, how about a strawberry daquiri with lots of whippers and cherry?" Is her request even as she is pulling out her phone to do just that. Add herself to the social media craze.

At Bar:
"Ah, right, of course. Lots of whipped cream and fruit and all that." He leans over the bar and flags down a bartender, delivering the order, which receives a bit of a quizzical look at first. Not the most common order here, it seems. Nonetheless, the bartender ultimately scurries off to set about mixing the concotion. "You like fruity stuff, huh? I used to."

At Bar:
Kailey bobs her head cheerfully at Antonio. "Yup! I'm a sweet fanatic for sures. I exist on a combo of sugar, medications, and green," She says and sounds like she means it. Then she looks up from her phone and smiles cheekily at the man. When her drink arrives she takes it gleefully and takes a sip. Then disappears into the crowd to enjoy some more dancing. More dancers end up with origami flower $2 bill tips.

At Bar:
Antonio smirks, leaning in to say something quietly to the younger woman before she disappears. In a few moments, he disappears into his back office.

At Bar:
Joey is a man of simple pleasure and good taste, "Well the idea's to forget aboutlife for a while and it's working, fantastic." As Nicole leans over his eyebrow arches, jaw offan angletapping his molars considering whatever Nicole said. His hand drops to hers and fishing out a last bill for Love's jar, heads on out.