The Main Bar and Dance Floor

[Minorikawa]

From the main lobby all visitors are ushered through a hallway that splits off into two directions. On the left they will be taken to the lounge as well as the stairwell to the upper floor. If they continue ahead, however, then they will ascend the steps to the main bar and the dance floor. This is, by far, the loudest spot of the club, where you can barely hear yourself think and have to shout in order for the bartender to maybe, possibly, hopefully hear what drink you've ordered. Often the first destination for those new to the club, either because they are just used to walking right in, getting a drink, and hopping onto the dance floor like all other clubs, or are interested in getting into "the action" with as few words as possible.

[LEROZERO]

The crack of dawn...god damn it, why does it always have to be the crack of dawn with businesses? A mechanic? Makes sense. A farmer? Makes sense. But a god damn bar/whorehouse? The crack of dawn? Really? 

-----[10 Minutes Ago]-----

Maray rubs her eyes while sitting in the employee-only section of the parking lot, her 2090 Ford Explorer quietly idling so she can keep the heat on. "Why...do this every day? You love your job...But- DAMN IT IF I HATE THE FUCKING MORNING- AAGGGGHHH!" She stares off at the bright-ass sun before taking a deep breath and stepping out, walking inside of the club through the back door while rubbing her eyes.

-----[Present]-----

Maray adjusts her tight tuxedo vest, an outfit she was told to wear for work, and pushes up her bra slightly. "Still as uncomfy as the first day..." She has been working here for the last....what was it now? 3 years? Ah, whatever, she knew the owners well enough and believed they were cool, so she stayed. The hot water blasted against a large glass cup and got rid of any old alcohol that lingered, Maray taking a dry rag and sticking her nearly-fully metal hand inside before going up and down across the wet surface to dry anything still dripping. She hummed a small tune while starting on the next one. This usually takes a little bit, but today is oddly fast, getting done in roughly 20 minutes. 

Almost right in time for the doors to open! 

That...is usually fun, and loud...God damn is it loud....

The dance floor is not yet lit up and the place almost looks like a normal bar, though if you shined a blacklight, this place would light up like one large glowstick...

Edited May 7 by LEROZERO

[LEROZERO]

-----[Five Minutes Later]-----

Maray is casually wiping down bottles and whistling a tune she heard on the radio this morning, her eyes constantly darting towards the dance floor and the beams that held the lights. "Not gonna get me...Not gonna get me..." She repeated out loud, her attention being pulled towards the door and the sounds of voices.

"Ah, looks like it's time-" The bright, multi-colored lights come on and immediately shine right into Maray's eyes. "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

Edited May 10 by LEROZERO

[SataiRolePlayingGuy]

Between the space between them, and not watching, Dai and Ryoko were not seeing much anymore.  Not hearing everything.  Though they did pick up some of what was being said, they just appeared to be a second pair, like the two they were watching.  Dai and Ryoko had of course crossed that line with each other, more than once, though it was not especially frequent.  “If you were that bold, maybe you would have got there first.”  Ryoko softly whispered with some amusement.  Whether a side effect of his job, or some other circumstance, Dai was never quite so quick or one to take the lead, but he was first in line it seemed, not counting her cheating to get inside.  If he spoke up quicker, maybe he would be the one sitting there talking to her.  Though it was a little disappointing it sounded like they might wander off somewhere more private before it got really good.  Dai just shrugged it off without comment though.  That might have been fun, but he was not upset or jealous the other man beat him to it.  He would probably have his chance at some future point, if the girl kept coming back.

Some of the other talk made Ryoko fidget though.  Business, unrelated to the sorts of things going on here.  It sounded innocent enough, but with the life she lived day to day, she was always cautious.  She was certainly a criminal, long time one, came with the gang life.  She had to watch for both rival gangs, and the law.  This place had been a haven so far, but she could not rule out the possibility someone would eventually come looking for her.  Neither of those two probably had any interest in her, but it was better to be safe.  “…Probably best to let them talk about ‘business’ privately.”  She accidentally said louder, as she stood.  “I’m going to the main bar, who knows, get drunk enough, maybe you will see me dance after all.”  Dance of a sort anyways, the random squirming of a drunk woman.

She quickly walked in that direction, as Dai stood and followed her, he had a degree of an idea why she was so uneasy.  Neither of them said anything or looked to the other pair as they made their way to the main bar.  The first customers to make it there tonight.  Though there was the familiar face of the regular bartender, Maray.  The two made their way towards the bar, at this Dai was mostly focused on making sure Ryoko did not get too drunk.

[Chiyako]

Fluffy white ears lowered flat against Evi's head as she followed her new acquaintance into the brightly lit space. Here the music was louder and the bass thumped harder within her head. It would be a little uncomfortable, but she could deal with it. In fact it only took her a few seconds before her ears relaxed, returning to their normal upright position. Eyes darted about, taking in her new surroundings, and the soft clicking sounds of pictures being snapped within her skull were drowned out by the dance floor's beats.

Not here either. Not yet.

Evi kept close to Dalton, although now she had given him at least most of his personal bubble. Her approach had been stronger than she had intended. Besides, she had to be a little more careful now that they would be consuming alcohol. He had wished to drink, to enjoy themselves before any business. Her proposal had also been set incorrectly. What she had in mind was simple. Safe. Legal. Something he might even enjoy, perhaps something they could turn into a game.

That might be the best way to handle it, actually.

It wasn't anything too serious, but the way she had approached it definitely didn't help. Alas, she would now need to live with the consequences of her approach. A single drink. Perhaps chatting about their personal lives. She didn't know which she would rather avoid more.

It'll be fine.

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[OoC: Arriving from The Lounge!]