2019-12-08 - Drank your DRANK

While Grace is still feeling quite new she is trying to get out some. Finding herself at the Firefly club to relax some. Wearing a black tanktop and dark blue jeans. Along with boots due to the cold outside keeping her from doing regular heels. At the moment hanging around at the bar. Humming along to the music that is playing. Currently sipping on a hard cider.

Getting checked at the door, Everett ducks his wallet back into his back pocket while entering, ducking under what are low doorways for him. His course starts to take him towards the backrooms, the stoic demeanor wore while he crosses around an otherwise empty dance floor more out of habit than respect. Because of his deviation, he double-takes towards the bar and rolls his eyes dramatically for no one's sake but his own, one might have to know him to know he smirks a little while changing course again, coming up to Grace and standing, like a pillar, shifting his weight to his right.

Hera clicks upon her black high heels but the sounds of the club might well overtake any noise her footsteps offer. She pauses as she continues on, wearing a black jacket over her shoulders that compliments the knee length black dress she has on. Some faces are familiar to her in this city, but most of them are still new in the club. Now though, she pockets her cellphone into her small purse and heads over to the main bar. "Shiraz?" she asks a server, assuming they might have a bit of a good wine selection. She gets a blank look and then just tells someone who is eager to sell drinks of whatever is available, "Any red wine would be fine."

Mae doesn't come to the Firefly often, but tonight is apparently a special occasion. Something about behaving badly, having a lot of fun, and if this text read correctly.. vomit? One can never be sure what someone means when they send a text message, auto correct can be a sonovabitch. She's dressed in a spangled, short silver dress with spaghetti straps and a pair of heels that should be too high to walk in, she manages though. She stops at the bar, leaning against it to get the bartenders attention. When she's armed with something green in a martini glass, she makes her way over to the reserved tables. "Swear, whatever is going on here tonight better be fun. I need some fun." She spots Hera and raises her glass in that direction.

Erin has made it! Dressed in a slinky number that's black, sexy, skimpy, slinky black. Her heels are incredibly high, but she's used to that. She is here for dancing and drinking and celebrating life. She meanders through until she finds Hera. "Hey girl. I'm so glad you made it!" Of course she has to add, "We need colorful shots. A lot of them." A brief hug offered to the other woman. There are a few other familiar faces and she offers a wave. Everett is one. The uber had dropped her off out front, she wasn't intending to drive at all.

One of the bathrooms is blocked off by a...colorful cleaning cart, that even has one of those bike racing flags mounted on it in simple hot orange, though black lights might reveal more. The window is open and Ellis is sitting on one of the sinks practicing making smoke rings with his joint. He wears black leather work boots that aren't laced up all the way and his coveralls have been peeled down to his waist, revealing a simple black v-neck undershirt and some suspenders.

Hera grins as she already sees some familiar faces, and wow, she immediately starts to get jealous of their heels. But, it's a good jealously, like a <<damn girl you got style>> type jealously. Her face brightens though and she offers Erin a hug. "Wow you look great, really great and yes, colorful shots!" though the redhead is wearing the 'typical black dress' that has no color. She then waves at Mae and yup, stares at her heels. "Wow you look hot I mean, damn girl, you are rocking those shoes, seriously rocking them! My feet can't compare!" But, this is Mae, of course she's going to look /good/ in heels. When her glass of wine is given she takes it and giggles, "So, should I prepare to drink some of the harder stuff tonight?"

She's here, and dressed to...well, as close to the nines as Isabella actually can be without wearing anything with too much slink. She has defaulted to a halter-style, backless red pantsuit and heels, her dark brown hair swept up in loose curls behind her head and pinned in place. She wears no makeup, save for eyeliner done up in a way to enhance and accentuate the shape and color of her green-and-gold eyes, clear lipgloss and moisturizer. She's walking over towards the bar after firing off a text, and, if allowed, suddenly slings her arm around Erin's waist, bussing the air next to her cheek. "Legs for days," she greets with a grin. "I'm so glad you made it. I wanted to conspire with you about something and I figured why not do it while we're getting shitfaced?" She searches the other woman's features for a moment, before her expression gentles. "How are you?"

Grace most likely did not know of the ladies' night stuff. Thus not quite dressed up. A black tanktop, perhaps slightly on the more fancy party direction. Though other than that, dark blue jeans and knee high boots. Watching the people that step in. Perhaps recognizing some people, but not quite able to place them. One obvious one being Everett though. One remembers people that have punched their boob. Helps that he is also probably a head taller than most. Offering a nod to him of he looks over. For now Grace is just standing and sipping and smiling to anyone coming towards the bar. Hearing something about red wine does have her glancing towards Hera as well. For now just keeping to herself.

Bennie showed up at Carver's a little early to dress Sutton and of course do a little pre-gaming. She managed to find them both dresses at the second hand shop and with a little altering, booties and boobs be poppin' y'all. Bennie's black lace dress would leave very little to the imagination if it wasn't for a nude slip worn underneath. Her normally beach wavy hair is flat ironed straight and dark eye makeup applied. Before they left the house, a little baggie emerged from betwixt the Blonde's cleavage, offered one of the pills to Sutton and dry swallowed another. Then? It's party time.

Bennie has her arm draped around her work wife's shoulders as they enter the club, a smile sitting subtle and wry on her lips. "Let's get tore up from the floor up..." As soon as she spots other familiar faces her hands get thrust above her head and the obligatory girly, "Woo!" Is given like some sort of primal rallying call.

Mae doesn't sit down at the tables that are cordoned off for the party, she wants to wait for the hostess to arrive. She sips her drink, leans against one of the chairs, her eyes on the people arriving. She nods at those she recognizes, and pulls out her phone to send out a text. Her thumb taps it absently, trying not to grin at the response she gets. Soon after the phone is tucked into her purse. She watches Bennie and Sutton walk in, and has a brief flashback from the opening of the Cabaret before she raises her free hand and waves it around. "Woo!" She agrees, and finishes off her drink, raising a finger for the bartender to make another. She'll make her way to the bar to retrieve it.

He hadn't expected there to be a steady parade of women entering the club, nor the captivating display one after the other. With Erin waving at him, Everett looks uncertain but lifts his right hand to meekly return the wave in greeting back to her. He looks very much lost, following her to her table with Hera. And then it hits him. Or lunges anyways.

He's stumbled into another woman's night. "Oh no," Everett murmurs to himself with a deep voice. Tucking his large paws into his front pockets as he glances over (and down) to Grace, Everett mutters, "You a part of this too? Or just sucking down carbs to get subtle and weak?" His head nods towards the reserved tables; his army green eyes widen as he smiles softly, to tease. And then the wooing turns his attention back.

Sutton arrives wearing a stretch knit dress in fire engine red, spaghetti straps altogether inappropriate for this weather. It shows off her figure, emphases on her hips and shows off a lot of toned, tanned leg. Also visible: the scar over her collarbone, her left sleeve tattoo. The dress probably isn't hers, because it's very short, and now and then she reaches down to sweep a hand over it, as if to be sure it's still covering her butt. Her heels are a pair of her own, ones she hasn't worn in a while, red soled, crystal-encrusted 4.8 inch platform, peep-toe pump. They were a gift one year when she made the mistake of dating a rich dude. They're worth more than everything else she owns, and they twinkle in even low light. There's a 54% chance she's going to fall over something or someone tonight. Her internal monologue is probably a combo of: don't fall, don't spill on the shoes, and does this dress cover my ass.

"Bens, love, where did you even get this dress?" The blonde with the shorter hair does her best not to fidget. Given she spends her days staring down difficult patients and waving off cops who flirt constantly, walking across a bar in this dress shouldn't be hard, even after she pulls off a 3/4 length wool winter coat and exposes the dress fully. Makeup is a smokey eye, black mascara, and a simple red lip. "Anything but tequila." No slips on this girl. No panty lines either. God bless America. Down the hatch goes a pill. She doesn't even ask what it is.

Hera laughs a little as she seems to already be having a good time. In her mind, she doesn't remember when she's had fun like this. Interesting thing, the night has just gotten started. Assuming she catches Grace's glance, she lifts up her glass in a bit of a salute. "The wine is good." she says, assuming Grace is in earshot, "You should have a glass, enjoy yourself. I think this is going to be a fun time."

Grace shakes her head as Everett comes over, "Had no clue, else I would have dressed up more." Grinning a bit, probably not against the ladies' night. Watching the people come in. "So I guess for now I'm just sucking down carbs." Gesturing for him up to her eyes, a bit teasingly. Grinning at the rallying cry from Bennie as well. A "Woo!" Offered in return to Bennie, with a raise of her bottle in toast. Lifting it to Hera as well, seeing the salute. "I might get a glass of wine after this then." She replies to Hera.

Invited to drop in, if he felt like it, and not really having anything else to do. Ryan is coming into the Firefly club. Cleaned up some, having shaved and hair combed back some. Wearing a buttoned down navy shirt, with a slight dark silver stripe pattern, along with blue pants. The top button loosened. Stepping inside and looking around some. In time to hear the battle cry from Bennie, making him look and grin at her.

Erin leans into Isabella with a hug, "You're absolutely gorgeous." A wink offered for the compliment, she lets her go but remains there beside her. "Oh you bet, anytime. Just more of the colored drinks, I think. A lot more. And dancing." There's a reassuring smile and she says softly, "I am doing okay, thank you. I'm happy to be going out again. This is nice all getting together. How are you?" Then the other ladies join and she woo's along with them, "Party time!" Offering Hera a smile. ":I hope you like to dance. Isabella, have you met Hera?"

Ellis turns up the volume on his headphones that hang from his neck and bobs his head a little as he sucks down more of that sweet sweet herb. He lets the joint hang from his lips and pulls his headphones up over his ears as he hops down from the sink to begins to finish up scrubbing the toilets. Yeah, they actually do get cleaned. A small wonder. Puff. Hold for a bar, hum out the hit.

"Ow! Fuck!" Ellis hisses as what's left of his joint falls from his lips. After cleaning it up and putting some drops in his eyes, he reaches for some freshner meant to literally block the olfactory senses. It kind of smells like oranges, and he isn't shy about giving himself a spritz or two before he takes the sign down and rolls his cart out of the bathroom. He squints at the gaggle of women that have assembled as he blocks access. "What happened to all the guys? Did the women eat them?" comes out...from his mouth instead of staying in his head.

Alison shows up a little while after the other women, heading over to the reserved tables from the door. The redhead waves a little nervously, only sort of recognizing a few faces in the small crowd. She's not sure where, exactly, the invite for this little thing came from, forwarded a few times before it hit her. But will she pass up the chance to hang out with a few other drinky ladies and bitch about men? Absolutely not.

She's wearing a red bandeau top, matching red vinyl pants, midriff slightly exposed, with pumps suitable for dancing. A little more than her usually basic makeup, bright red lipstick, heavy on the eyeshadow. Her hair's done up in a ponytail, red hair flowing behind her bare freckled shoulders.

Hera raises her glass up toward Isabella in a bit of a salute as well. "Oh yes!" she says, "Hans loves her." Though Hans won't be coming tonight, poor thing. "She came into the gallery one day and Queso wasn't too overbearing." Though only if someone really knows Hera will they know who she is talking about. "Very smart woman." she remarks of Isabella, "It's great to see you again." Then she hears the remark about women 'eating' men and she rolls her eyes a bit. "As if." she mutters but then, it's a girl's night, so she's not going to take what the guy says seriously, "I haven't gone out for something like this, in forever. I doubt I'm a good dancer but wow, I really think this is going to be a blast."

Mae leans against the bar, watching people greet each other and grab drinks. She raises hers towards people she recognizes, and takes a sip. She hops the music is going to start soon, because this is too many people for her comfort zone, usually. She pushes away from the bar, making her way over to the crowd. She shoulder bumps Sutton briefly and then smiles at Hera. "You don't have to be a professional, you just have to have fun, and from what I've seen? You can have fun. So just relax." She holds up her drink so the other woman can clink it, and takes another sip.

"Absolutely? High praise from you, darling." Isabella is all smiles, squeezing Erin warmly. There's also a wave towards Hera. "Hi! I met you the other day, in the gallery, right? The Monets and the van Goghs? Good to see you out and getting acclimated with the local color." She lowers her voice in a conspiratorial whisper to Erin. "She has excellent taste in wine." She winks at the gallery owner after that and orders herself a...well, tequila. The clear stuff.

With Bennie and Sutton arriving, she extends her arms in greeting. "Bennie! Harry! Good lord, woman, that dress!" There's an admiring glance at it, if not just because she could never wear it as well. To the other blonde paramedic, "We missed you in the last girls' night, what happened? Was it something I said?" Pause. "Was it something Erin said?" With another familiar face joining the cluster, there's a beaming smile and wink at Zoiya. "Mae, it's good to see you again, and so soon!"

He leans away from the nearest woo, squinting an eye, distastefully smirking. Recovering, Everett shakes his head and moves to lean his hips against the bar, watching the parade, and then. The door. Shaking his head, Everett turns around and orders a Bud Light, following the chain to his back pocket and withdrawing his wallet. Putting money down, he tucks the wallet back and waits for his drink. "Well," he offers, leaning in Grace's direction while looking at the murder of matrons, "There's no reason not to join them." He points out Erin, and lowers his voice for just them, "I know her if you need, or want, an introduction."

"I took the lining out of another dress, cut off the hem, threw in some darts and Voila!" Bennie grins aside to Sutton. "Stop fussing, you look smoking hot...OH MY GOD, hi!" Bennie's greeting seems to incorporate everyone near the reserved set of tables as she sets her little clutch down on one of them. It only has the necessities like lip stick and a compact to touch up the cover up job she did of a bruise on her cheek bone, but everyone knows the important things like ID and phone are in the woman's greatest tool: the bra of Holding. "Who is absolutely ready to make me forget about What's His Name?!" Easton. The name is wrapped around her heart and squeezing it for all it's worth, but dammit she's got a smile on and she's a professional pretender.

Grace smiles to Everett at his words, "Perhaps I should, but I am a bit underdressed compared to all of them, and who is going to keep an eye on you?" She asks with a nudge. "I still want my rematch as well." She adds. Finishing her drink before ordering some wine, per Hera's suggestion. Offering smiles to anyone looking her way.

Ryan does take a moment to look and spot Erin, who is one of few faces that he knows. Though as she is caught up with all the other ladies he only offers a smile and small wave to her. Moving to get something to drink before anything else. Once he has his rum & coke he does walk about some though.

Sutton lifts a hand to wave to Mae, and pretty much immediately spots Isabella, mostly because she calls out to the blondes who're arriving together. "What, oh. I'm sorry I fucked off to Seattle and spent a couple of weeks while my personal life imploded. It's fine." She pauses before she reaches the bar, and calls loudly, "Six shots of tequila." Did she not just say no tequila? She did, she did. And yet. She slides an arm around Mae once close enough for a shoulder-bump, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Her lip stain stays on her lips. "Hey, glad you could make it, girl."

She glances briefly at Bennie when the other blonde says 'what's his name,' but doesn't say anything about that. Empty stomach: meet whatever she just took and booze! Go!

"Oh I bet he did. Queso is very distinguishing. The only one of his kind I know with his own golden wedding ring," Erin teases Hera back in response. "I agree, she's very scholarly," gently nudging her friend with a smile. "She has an incredible studio. I've already bought some things from there."

Erin smiles as Bennie and Sutton arrive, whistling at the duo of paramedics. "Let's do this. Bennie, you look stunning. He who shall not be named will have every regret. We'll post pics all over friendzone." Sutton is given a wink. "Gorgeous, check you out. I'm glad you could make it." She catches sight of Ryan and lifts a hand, "Hey stud." Teasing him, "Glad to see you made it." She gets a drink, because there are several colorful shots delivered to the reserved tables, a free for all for the group. Mae is given a smile, then she notices Everett and smiles in his direction, but she remains where she is, with the ladies for now, but she does glance back over to Ryan again. "You clean up nice!" she calls over to him.

Hera chuckles a little at some of the verbal antics going on, but she does raise up her glass against Mae's to do the celebratory clink. "I am less stressed about setting things up, if that is stress, heaven knows I've dealt with worse." Then, someone mentioned 'forgetting so and so' and she blurts out loud, "Forget the asshole, forget him!" Yeah, she's had her share of THAT kind of experience, though she's not going to go into detail. "Tequilla will start it, but vodka and everclear, now that'll make anyone forget, really forget." But, she's NOT sounding professional now and she goes back to her glass of wine. Maybe it's a good idea for her not to mix her alcohols.

"You'll get a chance to embarrass yourself again," Everett murmurs, this time with a simper. And when Grace orders wine, Everett reaches back to add more money to his deposit and pushes it forward to cover both drinks. The nudge causes a brow to lift, "You have your eyes on me, Short stuff?" Everett gives Grace a look of disbelief, then runs his right hand through his hair, sending some of the long strands over his back, behind his leather jacket.

"Look at all these hot women," Sutton says, a smile curving her lips. She folds her coat over her arm, reaching into the pocket of it where her phone and money and ID reside. Woops. No phone, no money, no ID. She checks the other pocket. The tattooed blonde tosses her coat over a chair at the table, and slides her hands up her torso like her money, phone, and ID are going to magically appear in her dress. This dress is not structured like her usual bar dress, which she lost in a firefight at TIBS. This dress hides nothing. Confirmed: no money, no phone, no ID. Welp.

"Erin, good to see you. You look happy. S'cuse me, ladies." She disentangles from Mae's shoulders, her hand skimming the woman's back. She touches Erin's shoulder then wanders off toward the facilities, high heels rapping the floor, and finds: Ellis. "Look at you upright and..." Sober? No. Healthy? Mm. Upright? Said that already. "Delightfully... conscious." Yes. Good job, Sutts. When the tray of shots arrives at the table, someone else is going to have to pay for them. "Is that bathroom clean or does it need a priest?"

"You are an absolute PEACH." Bennie declares of Erin, both for the compliment and the newly delivered colorful shots she's assuming the woman is responsible for. She immediately lifts two, downing one after the other and leaving the corpses of the shots overturned on the table. "WOO!" The Molly is already making her feel and taste everything more intensely and she closes her eyes and starts feeling the music, starting to dance right there at the table.

Ryan smiles and nods to Erin, "Well, I did get an invitation. Would be rude to turn it down." He offers with some of his irish accent coming through. "Don't want to disturb ladies' night though." Raising his glass to the others as well. Smiling and bowing to Erin at the compliment, "So do you." Sipping some as he step to the side. Narby to talk, but not intrude on the ladies too much.

Grace rolls her eyes, "Only to make sure you behave." She deflects. Though murmurs, "Thanks." As he pays for both drinks. "So, what brought you here?" She asks. Starting to sway from side to side some. Looking out over the crowd. Sutton getting a glance as she walks by. Though her gaze easily move back and towards where people dance. Which seem to be everywhere as she see some dancing at the reserved tables.

Heels and thrills, nope nope nope, she's not even buzzed yet but, maybe she might try her move at dancing. She's farrrrrrr from a professional though, but she kicks the shoes off, hopefully they don't go flying into someone's head or drink or something, but yeah, she's gone to a few dances, even if it was a while ago, and for now, it's the wobble dance she breaks out into. It's not THAT hard of a dance, and it's got a strange bit of a "line dance" action to it but, yup, someone has to start busting a move, so she starts mouthing the word 'wobble baby wobble baby wobble baby wobble.' Maybe someone will take pity on the poor woman and actually start playing the song.

Alison bites her lip, then makes her way over to the bar and orders herself a pina colada. "Big one!" Retrieving it, then bringing it back to a spot at one of the tables, taking a long sip while eyeing the rest of the girls at the table. Her gaze briefly shifts over to spot Everett, and she internally curses him. Of course he's here. That fucking giant shows up everywhere.

Her eyes shift to Sutton's dress at some point, taking in the woman's tattooed curves and whatnot. "Jesus. I wish off I could pull off a look like that. Probably wouldn't have the balls even if I did, though." Siiiiip on her drink. "So, before we get too fucked up, what's the plan? Do we want to go to full cockblock mode, or just let whatever happen?"

"Let's dance, ladies." Mae speaks up, raising her glass and downing the drink. She moves between people, and then before any more words can be spoken she closes her eyes and moves along with the music. Every so often she might take a break back to the table to pick up a shot and down it, but her heels and her life are on the dance floor right now. She laughs at Alison's words, giving her two thumbs up. "Tell me what cockblock mode is, because I have a feeling it's gonna make me giggle, and I really wanna giggle right now."

Ellis turns his cart toward a little closet off of the bathroom area and looks at his watch. Then he leans against the door frame, keeping his arm lifted as he waaaaits. Waiiiiiits, waiiiits for it.

But Sutton gets his attention. He pulls his headphones down as he looks sidelong to her and smirks. "Not snotty, feverish, and raving mad?" He bobs his head from side to side, weighing his own statement. "Okay maybe still a touch of the last one." Finally, he shuts the door and locks up, then moseys within normalish talking range. "Priests wish their holy water were as good as...these mitts?" he lifts his hands, smiling at his own lackluster finish. "Did you come here for the pristine facilities?"

"Yes! Dancing!" Bennie points at Mae enthusiastically and starts clicking towards the dance floor in her heels. She pauses though to glance around for Sutton, who she's already seemed to have lost. Buddy systems don't work well when you're both Rolling. But she spots Alison! "ALISON! Everyone this is Alison. She works at the diner with me! Everyone, Alison. She's totally cool, so...yes! Wait, no. No blocking of the cocks. All the cocks. Full access to cocks." She does a quick shuffle of feet and with laughter, reaches out for Mae's hand to link fingers and head out where Hera is Wobbling all the Babies.

Sutton smiles to Grace as she passes, though she lingers near the ladies room with Ellis. She's actually standing there talking to him when that little pill she took earlier starts to kick in. She'd be a lot sexier in that dress if she wasn't standing there tugging it down her thighs again, only to have it ride back up when she lets go. She watches Ellis for a beat. "I came here to get drunk and hurl in an Uber or a Lyft later." Which ever one has the high ass cleaning fee. She absently fans herself with one hand.

"Hit the loo before you dance, wise choice so you're not trying for it when the line gets long because some inconsiderate asshole's fucking in the stall." Sutton's gifted in the arena of dropping f-bombs but this night's off to a quick start. Well, ya rollin'. Shit happens. "Excuse me, love. Going for a wee. Save me a dance." She turns to go inspect the facilities.

Grace might have been drinking some before people showed up, who knows. Sutton's smile would have been returned with a smile of her own. Moving a bit to be able to go dance. "Want to join?" Offered to Everett. Moving a bit more. Looking towards Hera as she seem to be getting ready to dance. A shoe flying and she does jump some to catch it. "Woo." Wine did spill some, but not seeming to notice right now. She offers and grins. Moving towards Hera. "Think this is yours." She offers and giggles some. Moving a long to Hera as well.

Mae laughs out loud as Bennie takes her hand and soon the pair are swaying together, blonde against brunette. Her eyebrows go up briefly at he mention that they're having all the cocks, but after a few drinks she might not even remember that bit. She watches the other people dancing, laughing softly as people start to crowd around together, bumping and moving to the music. She leans in to mention to Bennie. "Love your dress!" She waits a beat and then asks, "Are you the reason we're here tonight? If so, I'm buying you a shot, maybe a double."

The accusation from Grace makes Everett's army green eyes go large. Wounded, as fake as it may be, he touches his right hand to his sternum and drops his mouth open. A gasp. "How. Dare. You," Everett says with the wounded shtick still, before he smiles from the right side of his mouth, "I always behave." His eyes close so he can seem properly righteously indignant, "Just badly. That's all." Collecting his beer, Everett takes a drink from he then follows Grace's gaze to watch Sutton walk past and hold. And hold. Andddd, nope. That ass isn't going to fall out.

Swinging his head and his attention back towards Grace, Everett looks questioning, "Hmm? Oh. You know. This or that. I know a guy. You know." Vague. "You?" Glancing around, the thug touches the mouth of his bottle to his eyebrow, saluting Alison

"Join?" the gorilla asks, turning his head back. Staying put, Everett shakes his head softly, "Oh no," believing he knows what she means. He stays firmly attached to the bar.

Alison grins at Mae. "Y'know. Someone looks like they're gonna hop in some dude's car, make her stay with the rest of us? Someone starts texting their ex, make them stop? That kinda shit." Bennie's rejection of it makes her laugh. "Oh, c'mon, it hasn't been that long since you dumped him. It's not gonna be much of a lady's night out if we're running off with some weird dude." She works on her drink a little bit longer, sets it down, then says to the dancer, "Oh, by the way, you're amazing on stage. And I love the little tricks you've been teaching Cam."

She abandons her drink at the table, about half gone, where it's hopefully safe from ne'er'do-wells, following the other women out to the dancefloor, where upon she starts wiggling her own tiny body for all that she can.

Hera isn't the best dancer, at all, but she is managing not to fall flat on her face. Maybe it's because she's has kicked off the heels. Dancing in heels should ONLY be done by the experts it seems. But wow, did that woman just catch her flying shoe? Dang. Talk about making friends in a unique way. "Wow uhm, thanks." she grins and bobs over to get her shoe, blushing a little as she does. Fortunately it didn't hurt anyone!

"I recommend an uber if you want a fresh slate to work with," Ellis says with a discerning nod as if he's been there. "Depends on how fancy you feel in the moment," he says with a tilt of his head. "Yeah and you know when the best time to get a drink is? When all the women are dancing," because no way he's going to get a drink if the women keep ordering. "I'll see ya," he says to Sutton, taking his time as he watches her retreat to the women's bathroom. It is...quite pristine, as he said. Suspiciously clean for a club that puts so little into the atmosphere. Ellis heads to the bar and immediately flags down the bartender for a Boilermaker.

The colorful shots were called in ahead of time for the reserved tables and are a free for all. Erin's paid for them already. Keeping her heels on, since she's used to wearing them on the daily, she considers the dance floor. Maybe after a few more shots. She takes a blue and a pink and downs one after the other before shaking her head. "Wow.." A grin to Alison, "We've met. Alison is very cool." A wink to the redhead. Watching Ryan a moment, she grins. "That guy has the sexiest Irish accent." Pointing him out, she motions him towards the reserved table, "There's shots, if you're interested." She remains near the other women though, dancing.

Hard to tell if Ryan can hear Erin as she talks about him, though as she motions for him to join he does. Bowing his head, "Hello ladies. I hope I am not intruding?" He asks, offering a taste of his accent in turn. "Sure. If it's okay I can take one." Moving a bit, but a bit reserved in the dancing so far. Raising a shot to take one along with the others, and when they drink he will. If anyone is. "I'm Ryan." Is offered then. "It should be my treat next." He offers, letting Erin order and him pay perhaps. For all of the ladies. A smile and nod offered in greeting to all of those still at the tables.

While the ladies enjoy that first song out there, Sutton enjoys Ellis' hard work in the ladies. It's really clean in here. "I'm writing a goddamn glowing Yelp review," she decides when she's finished up and washing her hands. She checks the walls briefly for any interesting graffiti, then wanders back out into the fray, tall heels taking her across the room all sparkles and flash. She'll be bitching about them within the hour. Sutton hasn't groped anyone yet, but the night is young. She crosses the bar to return to the table, and picks up a shot of something or other, tossing it back without preamble. "Woo!" Better late than never.

Mae moves closer to Alison, winking at her. "Babe, I feel bad for any man who tries to pluck one of us up. We've got a wolf pack here." She bumps her hip against Alison and laughs softly. "Sweet words, babe. If you ever want some private lessons, hit me up. I'm happy to teach anyone how to move and be confident." She gives the woman an air kiss and then gets back in the center of things, moving her body to the music. She watches Sutton teeter out onto the dance floor, and is pretty impressed at her ability to wobble around in those heels. Hope they're her size.

Grace grins and nudges Hera. "Mind if I join?" Waving to Ev as well and winks. Moving easily to the music, just trying to enjoy herself. Seems like this has been more fun than she thought tonight would be. Being a gymnast, Grace does seem steady on her feet. Swaying her hips back and forth. Moving her feet in time to the music.

"Oh my god-" Bennie is full of the OMG's tonight, "Thank you." She tells Mae from afar, a little late in answering the compliment. "It'd look better on you. You're soo gorgeous...oh hi!" The last is to a young buck who's decided to try his luck with the Blonde, and she spins into the arm after he settles his hand on his back. He has a beard, and Bennie is petting it. "I never used to like beards." She muses as she seems absolutely transfixed with the way the springy hairs feel against her fingers, not really paying much attention to the amount of bump and grind the dude is doing to her thigh.

Sutton finger-waves to Grace then Hera and then Alison. She hasn't really officially met them, but they're nearby and she doesn't know all of Bennie's friends. She just assumes anyone reasonably within their age range and clustered nearby are related to this drinking venture. She stops fighting with the dress somewhere between shot number one and shot number three. "What is this? It tastes like magic." She reaches for another shot. Is this... how many is this? Eh. "Oakes, stop petting them!" Never mind she's currently touching Alison's hair.

Hera feels her confidence take hold of her, and so, in turn, she grabs Grace's hand and begins to lead her to the dance floor. "Of course!" she says, unless the woman doesn't want to be touched that is. "Thank you for, saving my shoe. I guess I need to let my hair down more often." Fortunately, her hair IS down so that's not an issue, it's the shoes. "I didn't bust my ass on the floor so I know you won't! I'm Hera by the way. Nice to meet you."

Giving a fan of his fingers, Everett returns Grace's wave before he looks down to studiously examine the bar's surface. A hand is used to tuck falling strands behind his ear. Glancing back up, Everett watches the dancing ad takes a long pull from his beer without taking his eyes off them, his expression falling back to its natural brooding state.

Grace doesn't mind Hera taking her hand. Moving along with the other woman. "Sounds good to me. Tried to get Everett up, but he's too lazy." She offers and grins, gesturing to the large one at the bar. "I'm Grace. Nice to meet you Hera. And no worries, it's nice shoes, so it deserved to get saved. You all look fantastic. Feels like I should have worn a dress as well." Since she is in high boots and jeans. Feeling underdressed in comparison. A bit self conscious about it. Waving to Sutton as well. Her offered name to Hera earlier perhaps been to anyone that was within hearing range as well. Once on the dance floor she does move and dance, just enjoying herself.

"But it's so springy!" Bennie chirps back to Sutton and keeps pawing at the strange man's face who is just grinning widely at the Blonde and getting a handsy interpretation of her lower back. "Look!" She flattens his beard against his face with her palm and then draws it away to watch as his beard puffs back up an almost imperceptible amount.

Erin leans briefly into Ryan. "Maybe go talk to Everett at the bar for a bit?" Her hand barely on his arm as she murmurs it. "Take some shots if you like. I won't be long." Just to get the guys with the guys for the moment and she moves out to dance, laughing at the man with Bennie as she dances it up, just enjoying herself for now.

She returns to the group with a bottle of tequila in one hand; she's not even bothering with the shotglasses, grinning broadly when she espies Bennie becoming handsy with a man she hasn't seen before. Isabella slides back into the collective, as if she hadn't left it.

Alison returns the hip bump to Mae in turn! Though it's a pretty boney hip. "I might take you up on that, if I had any curves to save my life. I mean, look at me!" She does a little spin, and sure enough, both her ass and chest nearly flat, though the tight pants and the bandeau top do a little bit to show off what she does have. And the bare middle shows off her freckles on her pale skin. So many freckles.

Sutton joining them on the floor makes the redhead grin. "Hi! That dress is fucking amazing on you. And, uh, it mostly covers your ass. So stop tugging on it or you'll stretch it!" Alison offers the woman a wink, but then the blonde's fingers are in her hair, making her giggle. "Be careful with that, or I'll get clingy and weird in a hurry."

Ellis has left all of that lovely graffiti in place. A place needs charm and some people really do need to put their phone numbers (or their buddies' phone numbers) on bathroom stall walls. Meanwhile, Ellis has to wait until the shots are delivered before he gets his Boilermaker and by his lack of reaction, he either doesn't give a shit, or this happens all the time. Possibly both. He takes his shot of whisky and drops it into his beer, turning in his seat to watch the dance floor as he chugs it down.

There are drinks to be had, but right now the music is just right so Mae stays out on the dance floor. She watches Bennie petting someone with a beard and she laughs softly, not wanting to interrupt her, the guy doesn't look like he minds much. She raises her arms up and sways her hips near the other dancing women, promising herself another drink once this song is over. She laughs and holds out a hand to twirl Alison. "Get it girl." A beat. "You rock what you have, you're beautiful." She makes a tsking noise as she scolds the redhead. "Confidence is key!"

Hera rolls her eyes a bit at Grace's remark, "As far as me, please. This black dress, nothing fancy, nothing fancy at all. Just, it looks decent. I actually feel I'm a bit underdressed to be honest. This is also the well, I haven't gone out dancing in a long long time. I still can't believe I didn't look stupid out there." she laughs a little, seeming to be in a better mood. "But that pretty lady over there." she seems to nod toward Zoiya, "Now she's an amazing dancer. I'm sure she could teach everyone somethings."

Ryan does lean in against Erin to listen, nodding some as she follows the gesture. "Will do then. And I can join you next time perhaps." Winking to her. For now letting her dance with all the other ladies. Taking another shot before moving towards the bar. Ordering more to the tables. Shots and drinks. So while that is being handle he does look to Everett. "Hi, I'm Ryan. A friend of Erin's?" He asks. Gesturing to the table. "Come join us?" He suggests. Looking out over the dancefloor. Watching all the dancers.

Bennie gets spun around by the man, giving a little WhooP! as he leans in and murmurs something into her ear while holding her hips tight back against his. She makes a face and then a sudden exaggerated stage whisper, "PPpppssst! Sutton." Which becomes a full on shout next. "SUTTON. This guy says he wants to take me out back for some Coke and Poke. Some Blow and Blooooow. Is that? Is that a good thing?!"

Grace does let out an amused sound before nodding. "Well, you look great." She assures her. Then looking towards Zoiya as well. A smile and a nod, "She is indeed." Trying to move in similar fashion, but probably not quite as skilled as Zoiya. Grinning some as she looks to Hera, "Like this?" Snickering as she hear Bennie, shaking her head some.

Hera shouldn't be the one giving advice on dancing, but maybe strange things have happened when someone calls a 'ladies night out.' The idea is to have fun, and since that's what Hera is doing, she agree. "That's it!" she says, "You just shake your hips and don't trip, then take a sip." Hey it all rhymed and there's definitely enough alcohol out here to find a sip of something.

"Only if he's blowing you," Isabella tells Bennie helpfully with a grin, wiggling her bottle of tequila before taking a swig directly from the lip. She'll then start passing around the bottle as she watches the action on the dance floor, starting with Mae, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly at her. "So got any tips before I fully commit to dancing like a spastic monkey?" she asks.

Alison betwirled by Mae! More giggling. "Aww, thanks! I think you've got enough confidence for the group of us, though. Maybe I'll take you up on that sometime?"

Bennie's little outburst has her looking at Sutton. "Do we need to go rescue her? How much pregaming did you two do before those shots?"

She points him out, and Everett cants his head, frowning softly with a lack of understanding. He shrugs a large shoulder and looks down at his beer bottle. With thumbnail, he starts scratching the label. For a minute. Then he glances to his right and spies the remains of Grace's wine. Considering it for a moment, the large lug puts his beer down and takes her wine for a swirl and sniff. A consideration. Then a sip.

Suddenly some guy is talking to Everett, caught red wine handed. He turns his head away from Ryan and nearly turns the sample of red grape juice into a fine red mist. A hard swallow as Everett puts the glass down. "Gah! Ah? Dah fuck?" he asks, rubbing his chin and bottom lip before the drip he fells falls.

Mae glances at Isabella, giving her a sultry once over as she takes in her outfit. "Confidence is key, woman. Get your ass out here and shake it. Own the floor." She crooks a finger at Isabella and winks at Alison's words. She hears Bennie, but she trusts that Sutton will keep her partner safe, else the entire group of them are heading out back to yank someones beard out hair by hair. "Brief drink break!" She calls out, and teeters on her heels toward the table to pick up a shot and down it. She moves to the bar, gets a bottle of water and uncaps it to take a guzzle.

"It's so red," Sutton says of Alison's hair. "... I wondered if it would feel like red." What the heck is she talking about? "The last redhead I felt up was a two hundred pound Irish SWAT dude. Not the same." She laughs softly and lifts her hands, "Okay, hands off the dress." She drops her hands to her hips. But she's clearly counting freckles. She's also very clearly high.

It's a damn shame she doesn't have her phone. She would totally be in the ladies still, texting at least three of the numbers on the wall. "That means he wants to put his dick in your mouth, love. If he has to explain it, it's definitely not hot." She looks at the guy, points at him, and says, "Let your hands do the speaking you amateur!"

Sutton reaches over and slides her hand over Alison's hip, takes a full palm of her rear, and calls over, "Hand on the ass." She pulls the redhead in close like she means business, belly to belly. "Hand up the neck." She slides her hand up Alison's pale throat, over a few freckles to slide it into her hair. "If she likes you you'll know it. Jesus. Bloody lumbersexuals faking their way through the bar." She says to Alison, nearly face to face, "Hi. I'm Harry. Thanks for the assist."

Ellis orders three shots of whiskey and pulls out some prescription bottles. One, two, three pills set up next to the shot glasses when they arrive. Then he tucks the bottles away in some of the numerous pockets his coveralls have. "Uno," shot. "Dos," shot. "Treees," Ellis coos for no one but himself. He knocks the last pill and shot back and gives a shake of his head. That's when Sutton's lesson comes into focus. He cocks his head to the side and takes note.

Grace tries to do as Hera suggests, laughing as she dances. Rolling her hips some. Just offering a smile to Everett, as he makes a frown. Blinking some at Sutton as well though. Snickering some as she listens. Moving to take a shot as well before rejoining Hera. "Sorry just needed something to drink." Grinning and does take Hera's hands so they both hold them up and sway their hips together, moving to be back to back to move with her. Bouncing some on her feet.

The Lumbersexual seems impressively cowed by Sutton's demonstration and further dissuaded when Bennie echoes Mae's sentiment of, "Drink break!" It looks like Mister C/Poke isn't going near their estrogen clutch gathering up again at the bar and tables. Bennie is laughing as she runs up to Mae and half crashes into the dancer. She's immediately petting the pretty tattoos on the woman's arm. "I'm so glad you all came!"

Hera figures that now would be a good time to continues to keep the shoes OFF. With her luck, if she put them back on her dance moves would be nill. "And if you pull a muscle" Hera tells Grace, "A few shots will take care of that too." Not being in her 20s anymore reminds her that she has muscles that might not spring back into shape as quickly as she wanted. "And the shots that are colored, oh yeah, go for the blue jello ones!"

Ryan chuckles some, "Apologies." He offers. "I figured that you might have been a friend." He suggests, shrugging a bit. Not wanting to disturb the guy too much though. Getting some help getting the drinks and shots to the table. "Offer stands." Said to Everett. Moving to set it all down, enough for all of the ladies of the group. Back at the table he will greet anyone there before looking out at the dancing people. Applauding the dancing, and also amused at the antics. Taking a drink from his new drink. Looking to Erin, if she is returning along with the others or if she is staying out there. Moving towards her as the other ladies seem quite busy, just having him chuckle a bit. "Hi there." Offered to Erin once closer.

Mae laughs as Bennie crashes into her, keeping her upright as she offers her a shot. "Down the hatch!" She calls out, glancing down at her ink when Bennie pets her. "You were pre gaming weren't you?" She teases softly, picking up her own shot to drink it down. She slams it back on the bar and licks her lips. "Another shot, Bennie and then we're going back on the dance floor, you and I need to bump together a bit." She watches the man offering a coke and poke take a walk at the fringes of the crowd, eyes narrowed slightly.

Grace grins and nods, "Thanks for the tips." Giving Hera a hug, unless she pull away. Not really knowing the others that well, so she does try to be relatively well behaved, but getting a bit loosened up.

Hera offers the woman a hug in return. It seems like she is going to be into making new friends and she continues to do so, "I own the art gallery in the strip mall. You should come by sometime. Meet my dog and cat, they run the place you know." There is probably truth in that, "The artwork just seems to be a bonus."

Alison snickers as her hair's played with. "I've been told that it tastes like red too, but I think she was just trying to get me into bed."

She blinks a little at the demonstration, but as she's getting felt up, her arms go up towards the ceiling, giving Sutton freedom to do what she wants. The hand on her butt makes her press back against the blonde, wiggling from side to side, until she's pulled close. Her eyes make contact with the woman, little blue orbs widening somewhat as the fingertips graze over her skin just underneath her skull.

"Hi, Harry. This kinda thing's why I like girls better. They know what they're fucking doing." Her own hand sinks to the woman's hip, running the tip of her fingernail just underneath the hem of her dress, barely scraping into skin. And then she notices the woman's dinner plates pupils, ponders for a moment, and.. ahahaha. "Oh man, you popped E, didn't you. C'mon, let's get some more drinks." Alison pulls away from Sutton, heading back towards the table and her previously abandoned drink. She'll definitely keep looking back, though. Nice little package to look at, really, even if she IS blonde. What kind of asshole cheats on someone that looks like that?

"Maaaaaaybe." Bennie drawls in a little sing-song voice to Mae, lighting up in laughter again as she's given a shot and instructions. "Aye aye, Captain Bangin' Boobies." There is even a salute involved though there is a hint of a frown between her eyebrows at something that she can't quite remember what she's frowning about. Oh well! Shots!

Ellis finishes tipping the bartender by gauging the reaction of his coworker. Then he tucks his wallet away and heads straight out toward the dance floor, strutting cavalierly to the beat as he gets into the groove. He seems to already be loose and the alcohol makes everything smoother. No telling what he popped at the bar. Time might tell.

"They're real too." Mae remarks, glancing down at her chest. She swats Bennie on the ass when she gets the affirmative about the pre gaming and takes her hand. "C'mon you. More dancing. Right?" She tugs at Bennie to see if she comes quietly, and makes her way back out into the crowd of women, still nicely balanced on her high high heels. "Play something we can move to!" She calls out to the DJ, and does a twirl. "Now this is what I'm talking about!"

Grace ahs and nods, "Will do. I work at the Firehouse BBQ, grandparents own it." She offers in turn. "So I will make sure to drop by." Beaming at that. "Looking forward to meeting the cat and dog." Sagenod at that. Gesturing to move back to the table to get drinks. "You all looked great out there. I'm Grace by the way." Smiling to the others. Glancing towards the bar before shifting a bit to not be in the way for anyone, but happy to get to know the others. Phone taken up briefly and used before putting it away again. Though as some are already going back up on the dancefloor Grace does look to see if she should join, drinking a bit more first though. Stay hydrated!

Caught drinking someone else's drink, Everett pushes the wine glass away, and picks up his more manly, more American drink and holds it up as though he's had it the whole time, whilst both shooting daggers at the other man and gaining a rose shade to his pale white cheeks. The menacing side-eye depreciates further Ryan gets until the brute's left contemplating his own failings.

With an annoyed roll of his eyes, Everett picks up with wine glass and heads for Grace. Nodding to Hera, he looks down to Grace and offers her the wine glass. "Careful, or some creep's going to put something in this. I'mma split," he adds with a murmur, "Do what I was going to do later."

"I did absolutely nothing," Isabella declares to Grace with a smile and a wiggle of her tequila bottle. She had missed the first round of dancing. "It was all these other gorgeous ladies that had all those amazing moves. My name's Isabella, nice to meet you!"

"Oh Em Gee, mine too!" Bennie squeaks about what nature gave her, poking down at her boobs that are currently defying gravity thanks to a Secret of Victoria's because no one's boobs should be that naturally close to their collar bone. She starts poking at the orbs with a verbal little BOOP! BOOP! as she's moving back to the dance floor, sparked faster by a swat to the ass. "UGH. I love this song." Seriously, it could be DJ Dr. Seuss rhyming about Green Eggs and Ham-zizzle and Bennie'd probably say she loves it right now.

Hera hears her own phone go off and grunts a bit, "Well, I guess all good things must come to an end." Work at the gallery always calls whether she wants it too or not. However, she tells Grace, "Yes, please come by. It's a relaxing place if nothing else. I think I need to get going myself." she pouts and waves to Erin, Isabella and Mae though she makes sure her shoes are on correctly before leaving.

Grace does turn to Everett. Furrowing her brows, "You sure?" She asks. Grabbing his hand and Hera's. "Dance." She says with a playful look. Trying to get Everett to stay perhaps. "Thank you." Is also offered as she takes back what is left of her wine. Sipping it. Offering a kiss to Everett's cheek. "Sure that you have to leave?" Not going to make him have to stay. And she is starting to get to know some of the ladies, so she should be fine. Turning back to Isabella then. "Well, at least you are holding down the fort. Come join us." Offering a hand to pull her along to the dancefloor. "Nice to meet you Isabella." Suggesting they do a tequila shot together first though. Nodding to Hera as well, "Aww. Well, I hope to see you again soon." Offering a kiss to her cheek as well. Another glance to Isabella. "Come along!"

Sutton seems a little distracted once she has a groping hold on Alison, redhead pressed into blonde-dressed-in-red. Her gaze wanders from blue eyes to her mouth. Just, juuuuuust when the other woman's touching her thigh. She blinks and is starting to lean in when Alison peels off toward the bar to fetch some water. "Damn it," she mutters. She was clearly just getting into that, and was probably going to make a questionable life choice. Who doesn't kiss the lovely, freckled redhead when she's right there smelling... redheady. Heehee. Redheady.

"Stop looking at the candy like she's candy." Sutton pats her own cheek. She stares at Alison's ass for a while, then follows her to the bar. The paramedic's not really a blonde, but she fakes it pretty well. Her gaze wanders to Mae as the woman dances. "One hundred precent feels like molly," she mutters. Ice water is probably an excellent idea. She glances around when something occurs to her, checking on Bennie. Halfway to the bar, she's distracted by dancing.

Tequila shots? She can provide! Isabella offers Grace a hit directly from the lip of the bottle, grinning faintly, and nodding in a friendly fashion towards Everett as he seems to have come with him. But she lets her hand be taken, and she laughs. "Lead the way, Grace. We'll see you later, Hera!" Her hand is up and waving towards the other woman as she starts to leave the bar, before her dangerous heels move towards the dance floor with her new acquaintance. "Is that the boyfriend?" she wonders over the music, nodding to Everett. "He's huge! Where'd they grow him, Space?!"

Feeling a vibration, Everett's coat gives a beep as well, and he stops to put the drinks in his hands on the table at which Grace is at before reaching inside his leather jacket and pulls out his smartphone. Unlocking it with thumb swipe pattern, he fiddles with the phone for a second and then looks up at her. Brow wrinkled together with uncertainty while he stuffs his phone back inside his jacket.

The ask to get him to play has him roll his eyes and then shake his eyes. The kiss on his cheek changes his reaction, eyes opening wide. Until Grace is kissing someone else's cheek. Hussy. But it calms the giant down. Some. "I don't," he shakes his head. And finishes the sentence with a lie, "know how."

Mae laughs as Bennie starts to play with her boobs, moving in the middle of the dance floor to shake what her mother gave her, wherever she is. She sees people making their way to the bar for shots and she'll be joining them after this dance. She ignores anything that doesn't have to do with the dance floor right now, getting very into the music and the people surrounding her. She hears the call for tequila shots, hopefully there is one left over for her once this song is finished. "Sutton!" She calls out, wiggling her fingers at the blonde. "We're gonna need food to soak up this alcohol soon!"

After not very long, Ellis gets a bit of a dull look that glazes over his eyes. His combination is quickly getting him sauced. Yep. He took the real stuff. But something beckons him out...out from the club into the night air. Maybe it's a sense of adventure, maybe he just needs to puke, maybe he's showing some kind of maturity around doing stupid things in one's place of work! Whatever it may be, he's got his headphones on again for the occasion.

Grace swallows the tequila and makes a brief face before moving to dance. Leading the way. Her own hands up in the air as well as the head to the dance floor. Shaking her head at Isabella's question. "Nah, just someone that I met awhile back. I like giving him a hard time. He can be cute when he wants to though." She explains and grins. Looking towards Everett though. "He is indeed." At least being nice enough not to mention their first run in. Though as Everett does seem to be staying she goes to pull him along to dance with herself and Isabella. Grinning some. "How about you? You seem to know all the others here." Grace asks Isabella, moving with her, a bit closer to be able to talk, and also quite a few on the dancefloor. "Come on Ev!" She says and grins at the giant. Looking back to Isabella. "Woo!" Getting into it, and getting drunk most likely.

Alison scoops up her pina colada and takes a sip from it, then decides no, just takes a big gulp from the glass, smearing her lipstick all over the rim. Mama needs rum in a hurry after that little thing just happened. A cold shower might not be available, but a cold drink, thankfully, is. And then she orders another one, slamming that one down at a decent pace. Then she asks for a few glasses of water.

The redhead turns to give one to Sutton, but she apparently didn't make it over to the bar. She scoops up the two waters and heads on over towards Bennie and Sutton, though a bit wobblier than she was doing on her pumps before. Those pina coladas were not light on the rum, oof. She gets back to the group, but the sight of Mae and Bennie dancing make her increasingly drunk ass want to be dancing, so she does, while dual fisting waters. Her ponytail flings from side to side as little splashes of water from the cups she holds do the same.

Kai is just a random person who thinks Sunday is still a good night to party, even if she might have a pop quiz tomorrow. She heads straight to the bar, orders three shots of tequila, and settles in to scope people out as she works on the shots. She's got ankle boots on with black leather pants and a smart little purple button up which she has rolled up up to her elbows, revealing part of her sleeve of ink.

"It's a small town, and I tend to get into trouble," Isabella says with a laugh. "So I meet a lot of people who are willing to stitch me up. Bennie was instrumental in saving my life over the summer, and Harry I'm just starting to get to know, but she can literally bring the dead back to life, so she's automatically a winner in anyone's book. Erin?" She nods to the tall brunette she can espy even from over the heads of the people dancing on the floor. "She's an Addington, and her family and mine have a bit of a family feud but we basically promised one another to go fuck that to the entire issue and be friends, and she's a blast to conspire with if you want to be mischievous. The one who just left, Hera, owns an amazing art gallery in town - as in, she's actually got a Monet and a van Gogh in her store, and I'm pretty sure she's probably hiding a Caravaggio or something at the back. Mae..." She gestures to the devastatingly attractive woman with the tattoos by the bar with Sutton and Bennie. "I also just met, but she's got killer moves and she's thinking of maybe teaching some dance lessons over the Winter so ladies like us can keep in shape in the cold months."

Bennie's head is tilted back so a waterfall of blonde hair swishes around her shoulders as she sways. At some point her arms reach out to ring Zoiya's neck, and only partly because Bennie's afraid she might float away if not tethered down by Mae. Her eyes close, feeling the music as if it's infusing every cell of her body as she moves in time with Mae's hips. As the music switches, she sleepily lifts her head and blinks at her dance partner. "I'm gonna go make a call. I'll totally ...totally be right back." Maybe she's going to dial up the Porcelain Gods, by how fast she's skittering away on those heels.

Sutton dances near Mae, arms in the air, her body swaying to the music. Doesn't matter what kind. These folks could play a jig and she would damn well dance to it. Well? Maaaaybe not. But, by god, she would dance. "Mae, we got pizza at mine! Alistair was told hot and ready and he always keeps his promises!" That sentence was a little weird, but the meaning is there if you dig for it. She's with Bennie on the love it boat, no matter what the it it is. "Thank you, pet!" Sutton calls to Alison, bringer of water. "You're a dish." She smiles widely and tucks the straw into her mouth, smiling, lashing lower when her gaze skitters over the readhead's body. She is not shy about looking.

Sutton doesn't hear most of what Isabella is saying, but she glances that way at the cadence of her voice, smiling if their eyes meet. She turns, watches Bennie go... says nothing, but marks where she ends up. Her gaze skims over Kai, then slides down those leather pants.

There's a puffy cloud outline of where there was once a beefy bruiser. Yanked, Everett, who thought the conversation had been settled, was peaceably minding his own business, about to raise a drink to his lips and hey, is there boob touching going on? Hellooo. Thank god he's the tallest oak in this forest.

"Herk!" is the sound Everett makes at the pull, and swiftly looks perturbed when he finds himself in the last place he wanted to be. The dance floor. He stays still. Like when trying to take a cat for a walk and putting a harness on it and then taking the cat for a drag. Passive resistance.

It lasts until he's told to come on. A teenage daughter aggitated grunt and roll of his eyes follow, he lowers his beer bottle, his security blanket, and dances. The only way he knows how. Like an Emo. Sway. Sway. Pause. Sway.

As Bennie teeters off to deal with some shit, Mae turns to bump her ass against Sutton as she dances. "Alistair is hot and ready?" She yells over the music, eyebrows raised slightly. "Babe, I didn't think you'd be into sharing." Did she hear mention of pizza, she sure did, but she's gonna tease the blonde as they dance close together. She pulls Alison back into the mix and sways with the pair of them, her eyes closing. "I can go for pizza soon, and maybe some water. I heard something about shots at the bar though, are we seriously gonna get more fucked up than we already are?" If Sutton says yes, she's heading to the bar with her.

Erin has escaped to the tables to get her drink on and that's what she's been doing. The colorful shots are disappearing one after the other. If she gets sick, it'll be.. pretty? Ha, not likely. When Ryan meanders over she gives him a half smile, dark eyes meeting his. No need for lifting, despite the mans height. Erin is tall even without the heels. "Did I mention you clean up nice?" Maybe she had but that was several drinks ago. "Would you like to dance?"

Grace does listen to Isabella as she explains. Nodding as she studies each person. "They all sound amazing." Grinning some. "And being mischievous can always be fun." Nodding about Hera's gallery, "She mentioned it. I am going to head over there next time I get some time." Nodding some. "I could use some dancing." Probably not as much for keeping in shape though, as Grace does seem to work out a lot. "Glad I met you. A well connected local is always good person to know." Half joke as she tries to spin the other woman before twirling herself. Kai stepping in does get Grace to look that way, offering a wave to the familiar face. But then she is looking to Everett, cheering him on as he actually dances. "There you go." Winking at him before looking to Isabella. "I work at the Firehouse grill. grandparents own it, so I got to help out there when I moved to town." She explains.

Ryan chuckles, "You did, but I like hearing it. And you look great as well." Most likely having been drinking a bit himself. Offering his hand to lead her to the dance floor. "Happy to. Fair warning, I might not be the best." He says and chuckles.

Alison damn near cackles at being referred to as pet. "I've gotta remember that one for later." She drinks from the other glass, having intended at some point to make Bennie drink the other, but she's not here, is she? And her initial concern for her colleague's state fades somewhat between the rum and the obnoxiously hot ladies dancing as well. She thinks of herself of bisexual, but damn if nights like this don't make her feel a lot closer to one polar extreme of the Kinsey scale than the other.

The redhead presses close to dance with Mae for a bit, and then against Sutton, drugs or no. "Pizza sounds so fucking good right now. You bitches won't fight me on pineapple, will you?" She offers Mae the rest of her glass of water, for whatever it's worth.

Sutton's smile is returned by her beaming own, Isabella shaking her hips at in an exaggerated fashion, wiggling it; it's not particularly sexy, really, she kind of just sticks her butt out and moves it from left to right, but she looks like she's having an amazing time making a fool of herself and she laughs. Thank goodness, she hasn't heard anything about the need for pizza, though, because she's starting to get there. Give her time.

With Grace's own moves, she finds herself spinning in a drowsy loop, teteering on her heels - thin enough, sharp enough to punch through someone's femoral and leave Rorschach patterns over the floor if she feels the need. Thankfully she doesn't. But she listens to Grace's own contributions with interest. "The Firehouse! So basically the only decent steak in town, you and I definitely have to be friends." She winks at her at that.

A snort escapes Sutton at the dancer's comment. "If I wasn't into sharing, I'd never order Mexican." That probably makes sense to at least four to seven people in here, though it's absolutely obscure. She's in the middle of a pretty intense high. Good news: her urge to touch everything is curbing. The bad? She's starting to overheat. "Two more shots! Two. And then we fuck off to pizza land with my gloriously pale piece of English ..." That sentence was going somewhere. "Fuck I'm just coming up muffin and that's not right at all."

She siiiiips her water, draining at least half of it. Oh, shit! Brain freeze. She slides her other arm around Mae when the dancer closes in, wincing, which sends a mixed signal. Then slides her other arm around Alison (sorry about the cold glass against your arm, Ali!). She scoots Mae & Alison over toward the bar, in that swaying, half-dance walk. "Ladies, shots for the road. Barkeep! Line us up two shots each!" Who's paying? Someone's paying. "Put it on the tab!" Someone must have a tab.

"Mm, then I'll try to remember to say it again before the night is over." Erin walks out to the dance floor with him, grinning over at Grace and Isabella, "We should talk soon," she says to Isabella before pressing herself closer to Ryan and making a slow and sultry dance out of it. Her brows lift at what he says, "The best at what?" Letting the innuendo be what it is.

Rolling his eyes at the encouragement, Everett shakes his head at Grace and takes a pull from his beer before taking a quick look around and then returning it back down to the two dancing near him. Following the conversation as well as he can and squinting, looking at mouths, trying to make out the bits he can't hear. Sway, sway. "You. Dance nice too?," he offers uncertainly and shrugs. Then adding to Isabella, "You too," up nodding to her.

When Erin joins the dance floor, and nearby, Everett stops dancing and heads over to her. Giving her a few gentle pokes on the shoulder with the mouth of his beer bottle, Everett opens his arms, offering the leggy woman a hug silently and with his broody expression.

Kai lifts a hand back to Grace, but doesn't leave her alcohol. "I'll get it," Kai offers to the three ladies when they order two shots a piece. "And two over here as well." When her shot comes, she lifts it to the ladies and knocks it back. About this point, she's starting to get a little bit of red creeping into her cheeks. "What is this? A special event night or something?" she asks over to the women with a lift of her chin.

"Shots and then pizza." Mae can get behind that, so she does, following Sutton to the bar. She leans against it as shots are poured out, and her eyes shift toward the blonde when Mexican is brought up. She winces, pulls a shot closer and downs it, setting it back on the bar. "One of these days Sutton, we're gonna have a talk, you and I." She eyes the second shot and takes a deep breath. "Down the hatch." She picks up the second shot, downs it and takes a deep breath. "God damn that is good." She looks around for her clutch, finds it with her jacket and eyes the paramedic. "What kind of pizza, please say something with pepperoni?" Kai's question makes her grin and she waits until someone more sober than her is up to answering it.

Alison hnnnghs at mention of Mexican. And then english muffins. "You're killin' me with that food talk."

She's herded over to the bar along with Mae. The redhead downs the shots when they're provided, eliciting a far too loud WOOOOOOO from the girl. The bartender asks about the tab, and she points towards the guy with the beard that Bennie was grinding on earlier, which the bartender nods to. Yes, sure, definitely his tab tonight.

"My fave pizza is pepperoni, pineapple, and bacon. Especially with all this booze inside me, the grease should help." She looks around again. "Where'd Bennie go?"

Hearing Kai's voice strikes a note of familiarity somewhere in her head, though she isn't able to place it until she actually looks in her direction. "Oh, haaaaaaay! It's you again!" She's slurring her speech considerably at this point, pale skin flushed beneath her many, many freckles. "Y'know, ladies night!"

Sutton glances over at Mae, reaching for a shot as it's poured. "Are we?" There's something unspoken there, but the paramedic asks nothing of the dancer now. She files it away. Will she remember it later? Maybe yes, maybe no.

Sutton lifts it to salute Kai with it when the woman leans in to pay. The blonde wanders over closer. "Thanks, love." She leans in against the bar. "Harry."

Sutton glances around, turning to put her back to the bar, tipping against it again. Looking for Bennie, whom she'll be going to retrieve soon. "It's a 'men fucking suck night'. The leggy blonde with the long hair and pretty smile broke up with her baby after he fucked my lover, who is apparently telling everyone we've broken up." She mms. "Which is news to me." She snorts. "It's a sordid tale, so now we're drinking." She pauses, shot glass almost to her red-stained lips. "Mm. I know that sounded terribly dramatic, but it's really just sad." She tips the shot back. She reaches over, turning the glass to thump it down on the bar, leaving a wet ring of tequila behind just a few inches from Kai's hand. "You are?" Is she looking at Alison again? Only stealing a little glance, honest. Then her hazel-eyed gaze is back on Kai.

"Yeah, I hope I dance nice, too, Space-man," Isabella says to Everett with a laugh, before she slowly extricates herself from the circle that Grace and them have made. To Erin, she slips over and busses the air next to her cheek, giving her a one-armed hug. "We do," she murmurs, before she wiggles her fingers. "I'll text you this week and we can hang? Thanks, darling, it's good to see you. Hey, Irish." She winks at Ryan. Turning to Grace and Everett, again, she says: "I better get going, though - should probably do a quick check on Bennie in the bathroom. But it's nice to meet you both."

With that, she starts moving back to the bar - a beaming smile to Alison, and a tap on Sutton's shoulder. "I'm glad we didn't lose you completely to Seattle," she tells the blonde paramedic over the din. "I'm going to go check on Bennie in the bathroom, do you want me to give her anything on the way? A hug? A message? More booze?"

Mae stares at Sutton for two heartbeats and then she laughs, it's not a ladylike laugh in the least, it's her hyena laugh that draws attention due to it's loudness. She slumps a bit, shaking her head back and forth. "Christ, and to think I almost got tangled up in that bullshit." She exhales and gazes toward Isabella as the brunette starts to make her way toward the bathroom and probably the exit. "It was nice to see you again tonight, Isabella. You look amazing." She kisses the tips of three of her fingers and blows it in her direction before she settles down to people watch, her mind firmly on the idea of pizza being soon.

Aww, Erin steps over and gives Everett a big, tight hug, smiling up at him. "You give the best hugs." It was their thing now. "Thank you," she tells him softly, lifting a hand and cupping his cheek briefly. He's tall, but she is too, especially with her heels on. Ryan is still there beside her, her dance partner, so after the hug, she steps back again. "It's good to see you, Everett." When Isabella comes over to her, she hugs her back with the same, "Definitely. Any time any day. if I'm working, I'll take off. Take care of you." As Isabella heads off, she watches her a moment to make sure she was steady enough on her feet.

"Left my fangs at home," apparently Kai wasn't all too hammered to remember parts of that little excursion at the Platinum. When Sutton wanders closer, Kai shifts her body, turning toward the other woman. She listens to the exposition with an soft smirk. "Fuck. Men do fucking suck. Kind of a bother if you ask me." Not that she has any inclination toward them. "Maybe it doesn't have to be so sad," Kai shrugs and watches Sutton as she glances toward Alison, the smirk never leaving her lips. "Name's Kai. What's yours?" She's certainly not scared off from the women after learning of the origin story for this evening. She takes up her second shot, licking her lips before she kicks it back.

Alison shrugs at Sutton's clarification of what tonight is. "Fair enough. Sounds like a pretty big fucking mess. That kind of shit is why I stopped dating dudes seriously and pretty much just have open relationships these days. Call me a slut if you want, but somehow it ends up being less of a fucking hassle than dipshits who cheat on you." She shrugs.

The redhead grins at Isabella as she joins them. "She might need a glass of water if she took the same shit that I think this one did." This one, being Sutton, who she signals with a little swat on the ass of the leggy passable blonde. Alison turns back towards the bartender, and asks for another water, which she hands towards Isabella.

A tight squeeze. Everett admits to Erin, "They're special hugs; you're the only one I do it to. So they're your hugs." He cups the top of her head, then gives her a little ruffle, not enough to tussle the hair. "Nice to see you too," he murmurs.

"You've got the moves like Jagger," Everett offers with a tone as dry as the driest martinis made in the driest deserts. But from the right side of his mouth, he smirks softly, teasing. He nods his head up to Isabella as though to say goodbye and goes back to Grace for all of a second before returning it to the woman that just called him Space-man, frowning and asking with concern, "You have a ride?" he asks, making sure Isabella has a plan to get home safe.

Sutton turns to Isabella when her shoulder's tapped. "Hey, Bella. Good to see you." She touches the brunette's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze before her hand falls away. "Yeah, me too. Yeah if she looks wobbly, I'm gonna take her home to mine. I'll be along to fetch her if she's asleep on the sink or something." She smiles. "I heard you're working on your thesis. Luck." She glances over to look at Mae, "Sorry, love. It's..." Mm. She shakes her head, finishes off her water, then puts it down on the bar top.

She turns her gaze back to Kai, making a mental note to go check on Bennie when her last shot's down. "Harry." She nods to Zoiya. "Mae." She has the feeling Kai already knows Alison. "Yeah, for me it wouldn't matter. My relationship was open. Bennie's ... wasn't. Since she's my partner, and I'm friends with her ex, it makes it a little — yow!" Smack to the ass. She laughs and says to Alison, "I like you." And then she resumes her sentence like she didn't stop in the middle, "—I don't wanna say incestuous, but I'm gonna say that. She's my partner, he lives in my building... this town is too small for all that cross-contamination."

Mae tilts her head, gazing at Sutton when she speaks, she doesn't encourage more explanation, she's pretty drunk at this point and just happy to be in the warmth of company. She pushes her fingers through her hair, nodding to Kai when she's introduced. "I remember you from Halloween, vaguely." She murmurs, narrowing her eyes as she tries to place her more firmly in her thoughts. "Nice to see you again." She offers, and turns when she's presented a bottle of water from the bartender, unscrewing the cap so she can take a drink. "Oh sweet relief."

"Thanks, Mae." A quick smile flashed to her as she moves to the side to people watch. "And no judgment," Isabella reassures, catching the tail-end of Alison's comment. "Life's too short not to pursue your own happiness, whatever form that takes." She sets her half-empty tequila bottle down, and picks up the glass of water meant for Bennie. "Thanks, Red." She hadn't managed to catch her name, but she'll fix that once she sees her again.

Sutton's remarks about the thesis has her flashing her a grin, and largely in relief, butting her shoulder gently against the blonde's. "Five thousand words to go and I can....go over the entire thing all over again to revise it. I have until Spring to get all the paperwork together before the defense. Heading back to England sometime in March." She does catch the next words, though confusion settles in her features there, though the context makes itself clear enough. "Yeah. E," she mutters. "You know after all that he told me when we'd close down TIBS, I wonder what the hell happened. He kept fretting constantly about Bennie never being able to look at him the same way again and suddenly they're just..." She pantomimes a mushroom cloud with her fingers. "I woke up one day and suddenly they were over."

She pauses.

"...actually no, what happened was I was making out with Alexander on the couch and she stumbled out of his bedroom mostly naked and I immediately thought the worst. Once it all got cleared up, though, I was super embarrassed. But that's how I found out."

Kai takes a moment to look upwards, committing the names to memory. She flashes a grin to Mae, leaning so she can see her a little better. "Hey. I'm Kai...Oh yeah, you're a dancer at Platinum. Yeah. Nice to meet you...when you aren't at work." Then as Sutton expounds on the intricacies of the various relationships, Kai actually blinks. "Sounds super complicated, fucking Gordian Knot," Kai says with a chuckle. "I think I'd rather just stick to fucking around. No broken promises. Lots of fun." She shrugs and smirks when Alison hits her mark. "Looks like your posse is getting hungry." She reaches up to rake her fingers through her hair, keeping it out of her eyes.

Sutton reaches for that last shot. She picks it up, leans against the bar. "Okay, loves." Her accent is definitely stronger now that she's about six shots in. If she makes it to the Lyft/Uber Bennie should have ordered by now, it'll be amazing. "May the road always rise up to meet you. May the wind be ever at your back. May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead." Little Irish-ist toast for you, and then Sutton kicks back that last shot, head tipped back, throat working with the swallow. "What happened is..." She reaches over the thump the glass against the surface of the bar and straightens. Which is a mistake. Wow, is the room supposed to move like that? "Javier Ruiz de la whoops!" She misses the bar, the stool, and grabs onto the nearest stationary-ish person to keep her off the floor.

Alison grins back at Sutton. "Fair enough. If my sister ends up here, somehow, you're welcome to her. I'm into a few things, but incest sure as shit isn't one of them." A pause to sip at her own water.

Kai's mention of fucking around makes her swivel her head around to the woman with a sly grin on her face. At least she thinks it's a sly grin. It looks more like a drunk grin. "I knew I got your number for a reason. S-should get around to texting you sometime."

And then Sutton's doing her thing, and seemingly trying her best to fall on her ass. "Oh shit." she says, arms reaching out towards her as she falls on Mae. Her arms are SHORT, though, and she's DRUNK. It's not very effective.

Mae manages to get her arms around Sutton when she stumbles and by some grace, doesn't go down to the floor with her. She gives the blonde a squint and smirks. "You all right there Harry, are you gonna make it to the fucking pizza at this point?" She shifts the woman back up to lean against the bar, picking up the bottle of water. "Think you're gonna need this in the Uber." She notes, and picks up her purse. Cars are pulling up outside and she slides an arm around Sutton. "All right woman, let's go pick Bens up off the bathroom floor and get the fuck out of here, yeah?" She smirks toward Kai. "Nice to see you again, hopefully we'll see you sooner this time."

"Huh?" Kai barely catches Allison's drift when Sutton starts to go down. "Shit," but honestly, Kai doesn't react fast enough to save Sutton, and since the woman reaches for Mae, Kai doesn't feel so bad about it. That said, she gets up onto her feet and there's more than a hint of concern in her features. "Uh, if you need any help, I can help get them to the car."

"Smooch you later, lovvies! If I had my phone, I'd get your numbers! Oh, the bartender with the beard and one leg at the Deuce has mine!" Is the call from a definitely tipsy Sutton. She was doing really well until the first three shooters she downed rapidly all plowed into her bloodstream at once and were overwhelmed. If she telling Kai or Alison they're on the smooching list? Either, both. Porque no los dos?

"I will rally for pizza! Always pizza. I don't know what's on them, but they're hot and ready. Fuck, I don't have my phone." Sutton climbs up Mae with good-natured hand placement. "You smell nice."

Alison makes her way with the ladies to help in the search and rescue mission for the wayward Bennie, helping her out of the bathroom, and then presumably out of the club with Kai and Isabella's help along with Sutton. She's pretty sauced up herself, but not to the point where she's falling over. Kai and Alison are probably not the most helpful for this sort of situation, both of them being nearly a foot shorter than Bennie, but probably serve as suitable crutches if nothing else.

"I will rally for pizza too, and.. " Mae eyes Sutton with thinly veiled amusement. "Of course I smell good. Hey now, mind the hands." She takes all of this in stride as they collect Bens and make their way to the cars. "Alison, you coming for pizza?" She calls out, but the woman is right there. She probably didn't have to yell.

Kai just slips in to help where she can, making sure that she verifies that the driver is actually their uber driver. When Sutton is deposited into the car, Kai pulls out a pen and reaches for the woman's hand to write her number on the back of it. Then she backs off from the cars and stretches her arms across her chest, one at a time as she makes sure the women get safely into the car. "Have a good night!" she calls.

Alison grins widely. "Yes! Pizza!" She waves her hands in the air, because pizza!!! She piles in to someone's ride, be it an Uber or whatever. She's in no state to be driving herself home, at any rate. Just before the car takes off, though, she sticks her head out the window and shouts at Kai. "Hey, you wanna c--fuck it's cold out here, fucking winter--you wanna come for pizza?"

Kai's breath is visible in the air, her nose a touch red like her cheeks, though for obviously different reasons. She's already turned away before she hears Alison call back to her. She looks back and chews a little on the edge of her lower lip. "I'd love to." She jogs back to slip into the back of one of the cars. She's tiny, absolutely pocket-sized, so people probably hardly notice one more smashed up against them.