((OOC: Two satyrs, a red cap, a troll and a pooka walk into a bar... This flows from this thread.))Clay parked his car, looked over at his passengers, and said, "Well, we're here. Let the party begin!!" He had a big grin on his face that made him look rather cute and boyish. "I hope the drive was worth it."
Geain finds a parking place along side Clay's and pops the locks on her sad little car. ""All off-board and than you for flying Rocinante Air. Please don't forget to tip your crew."She hops out of the car herself, carefully smoothing her skirt. While she is clearing used to wearing dresses, it's still unusually to see her in anything besides jeans while on campus.
Jonathan fumbles around in his pockets for a few dollars to give Geain for gas-money, and then gets out from her passenger seat, pushing the bills over the roof of the car to where Geain can reach them.He's dressed in black slacks and a matching mesh undershirt, with a bright yellow button-down collared shirt over that. It's a bit gaudy, and Geain has probably been wisecracking about it all the way there.Having agreed to take Clay up on his pick of club, Jonathan asks him:"Hey Clay, what's the scene here like?"
The pooka makes a show of tucking the money into the top of her halter. "Excellent, now I can afford a pair of sunglasses in case you decide to wear that shirt again," Not that she can be accused of being on the cutting edge of fashion herself. While the dress is cut to her advantage, it is still rather 80's with a black halter top and a stiff, flaring black skirt covered in purple spots.She does a quick turn, surveying the area around her. "A drive like that always leads to something good. What's the music like?"
"Not too shabby," Clay said. "Everyone here is pretty lax. The girls are usually good looking." He grinned, glanced at Maggie, and winked. "So are the guys."Turning back to Jon, he said, "And if it's black-light night, you'll fit right in wearing that shirt."
Morag just smiles slightly in return.** Wow, for once someone DIDN'T assume I'd be after the girls instead. Not like it really matters anyway... Neither gender's likely to get interested in me unless they're too drunk to see straight. But hey, it's a bar - at least that raises the odds a little bit... **
Geain laughs. "Sure...point out the guys for the cute one and leave me to fend for myself, I see how you are."Taking off her glasses and tucking them into her little black purse before walking into the club, she gives Morag a timid little smile.
** Wow, it's been a while. I don't even have a clue how to dress for someplace like this -- I don't even really know what this place is going to be like. Probably a lot different from most of the places I used to hang out... But what the hell. I just hope I didn't screw up too badly! **She casts a slightly wary eye around at her travelling companions and what they're wearing, hoping she isn't going to stand out too much. Unsure what to expect, she's opted for the basic black jeans-and-T-shirt look, not wanting anything too constraining, either for dancing or if the group happens to run into any trouble.
Darius gets out of Clay's convertable. Once standing a again he makes an exaggerated display of stretching, as if he was confined in a small box during the ride. He chose to wear a tight sheer black shirt, covered with celtic knotwork patterns made from a sheerer material (like this). Snug black leather pants and solid black shoes complete the outfit. This is obviously a "look at how ripped the big guy is" outfit.Once he's done flexing the bod, he says,"Ready when you are."
Clay glanced in his car's mirror once more, and ran a hand through his hair before grinning at his friends."Let's go," he said, as he lead them half a block away to what looked like a theater, with a medium-sized line up at a side door. The sign on the theater announced that it was The Caprice."Cover's pretty cheap," Clay said. "Only five dollars, unless we're getting a table and ordering something to eat. I've got to warn you though, the food's a bit expensive."
((OOC: Combining replies from above))Jonathan brightens up at Clay's description of the place and its usual crowd, and chuckles a bit at Clay's comment about the shirt.Always with the wisecracks about the shirt."Shows what you, know," Jon admonishes Clay "who wears a shirt like this to fit in? Aside from being in a party with some friends kind of mood, I'd also like to meet some people. Speaking of which, you up for a friendly wager?"
Clay shrugs. "Depends on the wager..."He smooths out the non-existant wrinkles on his clothing: tight jeans that show off his butt, a tight white sleaveless shirt that shows off his body fairly well, and a black leather vest.
"Simple," Jon begins his answer, in a tone that makes it sound like this wager will be anything but, "sometime in the night, we start off at opposite corners of the dance floor and meet in the center fifteen minutes later. Whoever's got the most female hangers-on wins. No stakes beyond bragging rights unless you really want to insist on it."Jonathan's not egging Clay on in his tone, but seems to think of it as an amusing, if perhaps a bit ridiculous activity.Satyrs on the town. Go figure.
"Interesting..." clay said. "And sounds like fun. But let me look at this from another angle. You want us to go into this bar, try to pick up as many straight or bi women as possible, letting them think they have a chance with us and that we're not just some sort of fling or one night stand, and then get pounded on by all of them when they find out we made a bet... and believe me, they'll find out!" He winces, thinking of some... unpleasant memories from when he was a teenager.A moment later, he's back to his seemingly care-free self again. Of course, his smile is sort of like the Chesser Cat's. "Besides... what makes you think I'd be interested in just women tonight?"
** Clubs here have food? And expensive food, at that? OK, I'm definitely out of my element -- sounds like a way more upscale joint than I'm used to. Then again, anything without flying beer bottles and bar fights is a more upscale joint than I'm used to. Well, I suppose I have to learn how to socialize with the "normal" people eventually... I guess I just stay quiet and watch what other people do. **"So what's the music like?" Morag asks, trying not sound quite as nervous as she is.
"Um...I can kick in a couple bucks for something if anyone is hungry." Geain shifts her bag on her shoulder, looking rather out of her element as well in spite of her dress.
"I'm always hungry," Morag grins. "Comes with the territory. But there's no point spending money on anything expensive for that, 'cause I'd just be hungry again ten minutes later. Maybe we can find an all-night pizza joint later or something."
"That'd be great. I always get hungry after these outings."
When you enter The Caprice, you may or may not be surprised to see Collin playing pool with a couple of mortal college students at a table under the 150" video screen, on the other side of the dance floor.He is wearing a plum coloured sports jacket over a bright orange t-shirt, with jet-black jeans and black leather walking shoes finishing off the ensemble.
Jonathan doesn't make a whole lot of Collin's presence on entering as he takes in the place, nodding approvingly at the layout and the fact that it seems to already be on the hopping side.Well, it would have been one less thing to worry about if I got regally smashed in my dorm room.Likewise, Collin might notice this crowd of Changelings entering/at some point in the night.
Clay grins when he sees Collin. Eventually, he makes his way to the nooker."Hey Collin. Who's winning?" he asks, when someone other than Collin is shooting.
Collin looks up to see Clay standing nearby, and looks surprised- for a moment- to see him there."Hey, Clay. I don't know if you've met these four trouble-makers from Pine, but the guy trying to make a shot right now is Dialtone, a guy I've had too many Computer Science classes with, and his friends here are Tyler, Conrad, and the blonde trashtalker over there is J-Peg."Looking at Clay and shaking his head in a resigned fashion, "She's wiping the floors with us, of course. The other guys would love to say we're letting her win, but I've played them before. This is as good as they get."Grinning, "You here with anyone, or just scouting the scene?"
Clay gives the Pine pool players a friendly nod (and maybe a killer grin if one of them is setting off his gay-dar), then responds to Collin's question."Somehow, I got roped into chauffeuring a few people around." He winked, then pointed to where Jon, Gaine, Maggie and Derek were. "Mind, I also chose the club, so I think that's fair."
Collin looks over to the gathered Changelings and mumbles, "Hail, hail, the gang's all here."Looking back at Clay, Collin speaks up again, "Well, I can't argue your taste in clubs. If you want in on the next game, let me know. We've got the table for another hour and a half."
"Sure. Rowan against Pine?"
As the night goes on, more and more people move onto the dance floor. There is still enough room to move and dance, but the intensity of the club is increasing.