challenged to a dance-off.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She comes out alongside Amy. She still looks off...she's not skittish like she is before, but she's still got more make-up on than she's comfortable with Hunter and John seeing her in, and she didn't exactly get a warm, welcoming feeling from the two when she was out there before.

She walks up behind Amy, heading straight to the bar and ordering herself several shots, straight up.

[Hunter] "Huh?" He says to Amy, then looks down at his shirt. "Oh..nuthin'" A scowl, he turns back to the bar and wipes his hand on his jeans before brushing it along the front of his shirt.

[Amy] Either she's oblivious, or she's mercilessly fucking with him.

Placed in front of Hunter, she leans into and around him to grab one of the shots that Sarita has ordered.

[Hunter] Amy isn't oblivious, he knows this. She is fucking with him, without a doubt. There is no movement from him - even to pull away - like she wasn't even there, though an observant individual might notice his nostrils involuntarily flare and his jaw clench.

"You always such a big fuckin' tease Amy?" He finally says when she has her shot. "Go fuck with John, I wanna talk to Sarita."

[Amy] "Not always."

She's pretty obviously pushing it though. Drawing back from him, she glances at Sarita and scoots over to John.

[John] It's abundantly clear that John, at least, is oblivious. After his shot is gone, he sets the empty glass down, stomach settling quickly, and leans against the bar with his arms crossed over his chest. It's hotter than Hell in here and he's starting to sweat beneath his coat, but he doesn't take it off until Amy scoots closer to him.

Hunter isn't the only person who noticed her when she walked out of the bathroom. The Modi sighs, the sound not even a sound at all in this loud room but still etched into his face and body, and shrugs the lined jacket off his upper body. Without gesturing first, he drapes the coat over her shoulders.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She's already downed two shots in the amount of time it's taken Hunter and Amy to have their exchange. Sarita looks over at Hunter, masking whatever has caused the strange self-consciousness in her to flair with a grin. It's not overtly sincere, but it's there.

"Yo."

[snail] [this scene's open, yeah?]

[John] [Like a 7-Eleven.]

[Hunter] [yarly, random club]

[Amy] She gives him an apologetic smile, leaning up to talk right into his ear.

[snail] [w00t! *stops trashing your transcripts*]

[Hunter] "Waddup," he's still situated in his barstool , twisted around to the the side to face Sarita but when she gives him that grin he reverts back to looking straight ahead. She's right next to him, they can talk huddled over their drinks.

"You're all fuckin' quiet tonight, what's up with that? Usually can't shut you up."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a shrug. "I just didn't know you guys were coming out. If I did, I woulda..." NOT COME BECAUSE I WAS TRYING FOR A GOD DAMNED NIGHT WITHOUT BEING SURROUNDED BY THIS WHOLE DAMN THING 24/7 GOD DAMMIT AMY THAT WAS A DIRTY SNEAKY TRICK "...dressed a little differently."

[Hunter] [ORLY]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Hunter] [aaaaaaaaand]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 5, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[John] [... was that Empathy? Put that shit away it's so tiny it's not even worth it.]

[Hunter] [AHAHAH DON'T MOCK ME YOU HAVE ONE MANIP POOL]

[John] [I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS CLARENCE]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[YA RLY I LIE I LIE I LIE RELLY GUD]]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Hunter] [oh you jerk you're defender]

[Hunter] Hunter studies her face, for more than a few seconds. He looks her in the eyes, looks at her lips and the way she sits, the way her hand holds her glass -- Hunter takes his god damn time with this. Probably because he's terrible at it -- as indicated by the fact that he comes away none the wiser.

"Oh yeah? S'wrong with that? Seems fine to me."

[John] He isn't monstrously taller than the kinswoman, but John still ducks his head to meet her halfway as she lifts up to speak into his ear. Eyes made nearly black by the dim lighting in here focus straight ahead at nothing, seeming to stare straight through a throng of scantily clad, barely legal college coeds gyrating several yards away. He isn't paying attention to any of the humans in this place, other than to answer the question as to where they are in case of any number of scenarios in which they would become impediments rather than simple background elements.

There are far too many of them, but for now, they're just there.

Whatever Amy says to him is lost to time and rampant cacophony in the background. He returns his arms to their crossed position over his chest once he's divested of his jacket, and when she concludes whatever it is she has to say, John bobs his head in a nod. All the response she gets is him reaching out to solemnly yet playfully grip the top of her skull in one hand, then rest that arm on the bar behind her without touching her.

He's about as sly as church flatulence, but he's not exactly trying to be sneaky. He probably just wants his damn arm to rest somewhere. The Fenrir can't lie worth a damn.

[Amy] She laughs when her head is grabbed, swatting at his hand before twisting around to watch Hunter and Sarita.

So what if it puts her back almost touching his arm? Girl can't lean and watch the devastatingly handsome Gnawer talk to her sister?

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She gives a little shrug, downing another shot. "Yeah, this is. I don't think you noticed when I was wearing what Amy is now."

[Lukas] The last time Lukas went clubbing with Danicka was New Year's Eve, and he ended up soaring on ecstasy, pawing indiscriminately and fascinatedly at the seats, the windowglass, the ceiling upholstery, and the woman beside him as they rode the cab back to the W.

Tonight's excesses aren't so ... excessive. The only substances in his system are a jolt of red bull (disgusting stuff, but Sinclair swears by it) and two shots of turquoise-blue AMF. He's laughing as he comes up out of the tumultuous sea of dancing bodies, though, fingers tangled with Danicka's, hair mussed, one shirt-sleeve rolled up to the elbow as though he'd done that much before forgetting the other.

"Wait," he all but shouts -- they're passing near the wall of subs -- "wait wait wait, hold on, my shoelace is untied." And he ducks down to knot it by touch, looking bar-ward, shrugging a drop of sweat off his temple and onto his shoulder. "Hey," and he nods in Sarita's direction, "that's Sarita. Have you met her yet?"

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] [[Per+Alert: Do I see Lukas?]]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 6, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Hunter] He reaches out his hand for one of the shots, a little sigh escaping his lips - twisted in the corners revealing perhaps a hint of amusement. The floor behind them pounds, though the speakers are deliberately setup to limit as much noise as possible around the bar. It doesn't make it quiet, not in the slightest, but it makes it possible to actually order drinks and shout in each others faces in an attempt at communication.

John doesn't have this problem, of course. Bastard.

"Fuckin' glad for that too. Last thing I wanna be doin' is checkin' out some fuckin' wolf." He laughs, it's probably lost in the noise around them but it splits his lips and tips his chin.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She looks up, eyes falling on the Shadow Lord and his mate. She pauses a moment, drawing up just a bit. It would be very difficult to see the change in her demeanor, because she's good at covering it and...well, they are in a club and the duo are a bit away. She smiles and waves as she directs her words toward the others. She knows Hunter understands Spanish and can get the message to John, and Amy can as well.

"Señoras y señores ... un Shadow Lord Elder se acerca. Sólo para que tengan conocimiento."

[Danicka] "Nooope," says the blonde next to Lukas, smiling benignly. Her hair is actually up tonight, a rather thick ponytail with tendrils curling around her face. She came to dance, maybe, and not whip her hair back and forth. She's not exactly sober at the moment either, though she perhaps handles herself -- ironically -- better than the Full Moon beside her. Her pants are tight, the fabric and color hard to discern with the lighting in here. Her shoes are flats, which make her height and his more lopsided than usual. Her shirt is some body-skimming metallic blue thing with short sleeves that is held on by a series of ties over her shoulders. Her coat is checked.

"Why didn't you wear loafers?" she asks him when he's done re-tying his shoelace. "You have those nice ones from Aldo. Who is Sarita?"

[Amy] She can't hear it, but she sees the look to someone across the room and reads "Shadow Lord" on Sarita's lips plainly enough.

Fuck.

She leans back into John's arm for a second, just long enough to let her make full contact with him before she shrugs out of his coat. It's caught and handed to him, and a moment later she's scooted just barely out of Tits on His Arm range of Hunter.

[Hunter] "Que bueno." Is Hunter's reply to Sarita and he quickly throws back the shot. This time it goes down his throat instead of down the front of his shirt. Then it's time to swivel on his stool and look around the club like a blind man trying to find his reflection. It's dark in here, there are far too many people, the only thing that helps him is the breeding and the Rage.

Luckily there is enough of it to fill a small truck. He passes the message down the phone to John and then--

There are tits near his arm. He sighs.

[John] John doesn't speak Spanish, but he reacts to what Sarita's said seconds after she says it, anyway. His eyes flick down the bar toward her as Amy is handing back his jacket. He holds it in his left hand for a moment, fighting the urge to look around the room to find the source of Sarita's announcement, and drums the fingers of his right hand against the tacky bartop.

Fabulous.

Sniffing, the Modi drapes the jacket over the crook of his elbow and keeps his other arm where it is, looking nonchalant as hell with no drink nearby, nothing to chew on, nothing to smoke. He seems perfectly content to just stand here and watch the proceedings, so that's what he does.

That and try not to exhibit schaudenfreude in Hunter's anguish.

[Lukas] "See," Lukas says, a little more loudly than necessary, "when your outfit consists of a buttondown shirt and jeans, how dressy or undressy you look depends entirely on what shoes you wear. And these," he points at his shoes, old-school skate shoes in black and grey, "are appropriately casual.

"Plus," he adds, getting back up, "they're better to dance in. And Sarita's a prospective packmate. A Ragabash Strider. I like her. Come on."

If Lukas weren't inebriated, he might have caught the little reveille that goes through the Cliaths and kin at the bar. He is, however, inebriated, and less of a fuck is given all around.

[Danicka] "Why are you giving me fashion lessons?" Danicka wants to know of her mate. She looks at him like he's grown a third head. She doesn't resist when he starts heading over to the Cliaths at the bar. She looks quite pleased with the world in general, Lukas's shoes and inability to remember who he is talking to notwithstanding.

"Hello," she says to the lot of them when they arrive, smiling and giving a little wave.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Lukas!" She smiles as he comes up, giving him an upward tilt of her head. "What's shakin', trial-run boss?" She grins to him. Her regular duster is gone and she's wearing more make-up than he's used to seeing her with. It's more of an 'I'm going clubbing in order to try and catch something' look, although the clothes--tank top, jeans--don't match. They aren't baggy or the like, but they're just more casual.

Danicka gets a warm smile from her as well, and a little nod. She doesn't know the woman, but any friend of Lukas... "Hola. Funny to find you guys here. Club often?"

[Amy] She's flirted with guys to get what she wanted for years. It's gone beyond flirting more often than not, and the Owlet has never been above using any man when it suits her purposes.

After all, just look at Leon.

So why then, when she glances to Sarita in between big, flirty smiles for Hunter, does her expression shift to one of painful guilt before the expression is quickly wiped away?

[John] John's player can't be fucked rewriting what he looks like tonight. Typical Dorn Ahroun: hot dumb and doesn't talk. Boom, roasted.

The Adren was a Fostern when one of the Cliaths met him. When they all met him, actually, but this particular Cliath met him when he was a mere step above him on the food chain, and he'd been bold enough to look at his cheekbones then. The Fenrir doesn't look far past his throat as he and his mate mosey off the dance floor, though he does look over at the kinswoman and give her what is supposed to pass for a polite smile and doesn't quite make it, as though the muscles responsible for smiling are so dusty and out-of-use that it isn't going to happen. His eyes crinkle at the corners, slightly, but that's about all she can expect tonight.

As if to make up for it, he lifts his right hand off the bartop long enough to give her a motionless wave. Hi, it says. He, however, doesn't open his mouth.

[Lukas] "Because," Lukas replies, and then just ... kind of laughs.

They're with the others by then, anyway. And whatever tension was brewing between Amy, Hunter, and John more or less flies right over Lukas's head. Or at least he gives a very good impression of entirely missing out on it. Unmistakeably tall, dark, and rageful, the Ahroun returns Sarita's grin with a slightly lopsided one.

"Sort of. Not really. This is Dani&+269;ka, my uh." A blank; a durr moment. "Mine. My mate."

He looks happy to say this. It's a little absurd. A moment later Sarita can all but see him taking a breath, mustering some amount of respectability for the others. "Dani&+269;ka, this is Sarita. Hunter. John. And Amy, Sarita's sister." He turns his head, speaks into Danicka's ear, then.

Talented lipreaders might catch it: John can't speak. He'll write instead if he needs to.

[Amy] Hey, did you hear that Sarita's wayward sister is a slut? No? Well just look at her.

She isn't as lean as Sarita, so the low cut top is clingier, and the short skirt is shorter. She's dressed for clubbing, even though her makeup seems a little subdued for her clothing.

Because this goes SO far toward Lukas seeing her as an actual asset. Really it does.

[Hunter] "Yo," Hunter offers in return to the arrival of the Lords once Lukas has done his introductions. His back is up against the bar, his feet perched on the frame-work of the stool. Raising both elbows, he lowers them to the surface behind him and flicks a glance at Amy - she's doing that thing again. By the time he walks out of here he will probably figure it out, right now though she gets a look of annoyance from the Gnawer. But he doesn't shove her off and a second later his attention is elsewhere, leaving her to smile devilishly and rub up against him all she wants.

Tension in the trio, perhaps, but beyond John looking bored, Hunter looking annoyed and Amy looking like she's trying far too hard - there isn't much to see.

"A club Lukas? Really?" He can't help himself, his eyebrow raises. It's like seeing your principal at the arcades.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Well, nice to meet you, Danicka." She grins and holds out a hand to her. The whole thing that is going on behind her, she seems oblivious to. "Forgive the outfit...I usually travel in much less respectable clothing. Amy was nice enough to switch with me, though. I overdid it, I'm afraid."

A friendly, grateful smile to her sister, and then she looks back at Lukas. "How's tricks been? Keeping busy and up to no good?"

[Danicka] The first word that comes to Lukas's addled mind is mine, which fits. His mate. Danicka looks thoroughly amused, turning her head away from the others to look at him for a moment. She shakes her head, not quite laughing, and then laughing quite out right when he does Very Serious Introductions. She puts her hand over her mouth to stifle it, nodding absently at whatever it is Lukas mutters in her ear. She's holding his hand, too. She doesn't have a drink anymore, but her green eyes are bright and it's clear enough that she's feeling loose and having a good time.

She extends her hand in turn to those that want it, greeting them in turn. "Hi. Hi. Hello. Hi. Good to meet you, Sarita!" That given with a flash of a smile, as bright as her eyes. Warm as her hands.

Then Hunter speaks up and she looks over at him. "What? I met Lukáš in a club." A beat. "You're not going to get all weird because of his rank or something, are you?"

[Hunter] "All weird, what ya' mean by that?" He tilts his head, curiosity in his tone. "He just don't look like much the dancin' type."

[Amy] She scowls at Hunter when he flat out ignores her, though the look seems to be more exasperation than irritation.

Reaching into her prominent cleavage, she fishes out a lighter and pack of cigarettes as she yells to be heard by everybody. "I'm going out for a smoke. I probably won't be killed or anything. Nobody go with me"

[John] He can't read lips worth a damn, either, but John ends up watching the couple as the male turns to speak into the female's ear. It isn't that he's ignoring what's going on next to him, but he certainly doesn't seem to deem it worthy of his attention, either. A kinswoman flirting with Hunter?

Woooo. Fetch a Galliard, that's one for the record books.

When Danicka pulls away from the huddle and begins with the hand shakes, the tallest of the three Cliaths looks around as if waiting for his cue. His shaking hand is resting on the bar, which is crawling with Christ knows what sort of bacteria and filth. John glances down at it, then decides to spare Danicka exposure to whatever is clinging to his skin by holding it up again, acknowledging her Hi with a pan-flash of a smile. It's like ripping off a damn Band-Aid, how fast he does it, but he makes the attempt.

Hunter's observation makes him laugh. So he can smile, he just chooses not to. How atypical of his tribe and auspice. The Modi cants his head to indicate his Alpha, then gives a facial shrug. It's true: he doesn't look much the dancin' type.

[Lukas] "I don't think Hunter even remembers my rank half the time," Lukas replies.

His eyes level on Hunter for a beat. There might be a veiled warning there. Then he pulls a barstool out with his foot -- he doesn't even bother looking over his shoulder to make sure no one's sitting on it. No one ever sits on barstools near Lukas for long. That stool goes to Danicka. He doesn't actually sit, himself -- he turns away for a moment, leaning over the bar to call out a drink order to the bartender.

That accomplished, he turns back. "At least no more cannonballs into pools," he replies to Sarita, that smile resurfacing, crooked now. "By the way -- "

he cuts off. Amy announces she's stepping out, no one come with her, she'll be fine, really. Lukas's eyes, dark and straight, flick up.

"Do you wanna go with her?" he asks Sarita.

[Lukas] [er. Lukas's eyeBROWS, dark and straight.]

[Danicka] "I think you just challenged him to a dance-off," she informs Hunter.

Angelina yells that she's going out. She won't be killed. Nobody go with her. And Danicka bursts into laughter, forgetting -- at first -- to clap her hand over her mouth.

A barstool is picked out for her. She does not seem to notice it.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She smiles and nods to Amy when she steps out, and looks back to Lukas.

"Nope. Don't need to smoke, and if I just followed her out there...it would get ugly. If someone snatches her off the street directly in front of the club, she'll let us know. Or kill them."

She says it with a chuckle. "She's cool. She's just...well, she's Ames." As if that explains it. "Now, what about cannonballs and by the way?"

[Amy] She can't be killed. She's tried fairly recently, and all it gained her was another hospital stay and another conversation that she doesn't want to have to have.

She gives Sarita a smile when her defense is lept to, nodding and taking a few steps away before stopping and backtracking to John.

"Can I borrow your coat?"

[John] Watch this, this is how poor a liar he is: Lukas tells Danicka that Hunter doesn't remember his rank half the time, and the Modi, who up until that point had been watching the Adren, lifts his eyebrows in something like disbelief, or surprise. Maybe he's amused; it's hard to tell with him. Whatever the case is, John slowly looks over to Hunter before lowering his heavy brows and squinting over at his elder. He pops the knuckle of his right thumb with its buddies, then rests his half-fist back on the lacquered slab of wood and crosses one boot over the other, continuing to lean his fine-ass self against the bar instead of sitting down like a normal person.

Amy asks to borrow his coat, and he doesn't even think twice about it. He does manage to pull his attention away from their superior long enough to unbend his elbow, drop the coat into his hand, and give it to the kinswoman. With his head turned, the rest of them can't see the exaggerated look of warning on the Modi's face, as though there will be dire consequences if she gets killed while wearing his jacket.

[Amy] She just barely nods, pulling on the dirty Carhartt over her lovely club clothes and hunching into the coat as she goes outside.

[Hunter] Lukas looks at him, and unlike his Modi pack-mate, the Alpha of Defiance doesn't look the Adren in the cheek bones or the throat, he looks him right back in the eyes. There isn't much of a challenge in it, more like just how Lukas put it. He doesn't put much stock in rank. Words are held for now though, because Amy is looking like Hunter just yelled PASS in her face, or at least that's how it seems to the Gnawer.

She gets no response from the Gnawer, not at the hints of her dying out there and not when she wanders over to grab John's coat. There's something far more interesting that has him grinning.

"Dance off?" He laughs, "I just take em' at his worth. Man like Lukas'll get me yappin' to his song regardless'a what titles are floatin' over his head." He smiles, Isn't that right Lukas?

[Lukas] "Hm." It's a thoughtful sound, a little curious. He leaves it be, though. Not quite the first night he met Sarita but the second or the third, she told him what it was like for her and her sister. They were tight. She protects her sister. Two desperadoes back to back against the world, all that. Only at the same time -- she realizes what she can and can't do. Can and can't change.

Gives her sister freedom, even if it'll kill her.

Lukas can respect that. He doesn't really get it -- not with his protective instinct which sometimes, frequently, verges into over territory -- but he respects it.

Anyway: the bartender slides him his drink. Dear god, it's another adios motherfucker. The Shadow Lord takes it and gulps it down like nothing. Eastern European jokes abound. Setting the half-drained glass aside, he crunches an ice sliver between his teeth.

"By the way," he picks up where he left off, "we should talk sometime. About the totem, the pack, philosophy, all that. Maybe later, when I'm less ... y'know. Drunk."

There's talk of a danceoff going on over there. Lukas flicks an eyebrow up, doesn't comment. He does pass his drink over to Danicka, though, sharing like they taught him to in kindergarten.

[John] Good thing John left his phone in his jeans pocket and not his jacket pocket: when the stupid thing buzzes for his attention, surprising him to the point that he starts slightly but does not jump like an electrified cat, he reaches into his pocket to grab the thing. The screen produces a light so weak it barely penetrates the darkness, the glow dying inches from home. Whatever it says makes John's squint deepen.

He elbows Hunter in the side, lighter than he does when he's horsing around, and shows the contents of the cheap prepaid phone's message to the Bone Gnawer.

[Danicka] Danicka's laughter does indeed die down after awhile, into giggles and a single demure sniff. Amunet walks outside and, frankly, they're in a nice area of Chicago. They are in what counts for the upper twenty-five percent on Danicka's mental spectrum of swank --> divey. If Amunet going outside for a smoke is something worth batting an eyelash for in anyone's book, it's a book Danicka's not reading.

She's eyeing Hunter as he opens his mouth again. A drink slides towards her and she looks at it, then at Lukas, wounded. "You didn't get me my own?" she says, bereft. "Worst boyfriend ever!" she says adamantly, and leans past him to flag down the bartender.

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Hell to the yes," she says with a nod to the Adren. "I am game literally whenever you are. Assuming, you know. I'm not in the middle of a deep sleep, dreaming that Javier Bardem is one of Owl's kin and mine, ALL mine."

She gives a Cheshire grin at that, though there's something a bit...bitter, perhaps? That may be the word to describe what swims well under the surface. The woman had her opportunity to get laid tonight thanks to her half-sister, but Sarita's not into the random lays that she picks up from clubs. She's done the Coyote Ugly morning one too many time for that, and she's had enough experience with it to know that nine times out of ten, she's not satisfied with some random nobody who she'll never see again. Still, she's had kinfolk/Garou relationships swirling around her head for weeks now, and it's starting to take its toll in reminding her that she doesn't have that.

She picks up a shot from the five or six she has lined up in front of her and downs it. "Amy definitely wants to talk at you more when she can too, about seeing if there's anything she can get involved in such as what you mentioned to her before. Scouting and such. I don't know that there's much at the moment, but I know she'd love to get active, when she can."

[Hunter] If there's any reaction to the text that John showed him, it isn't expressed by the Gnawer beyond a glance to the Modi and another at the door. It shouldn't be unfamiliar to anyone here -- the sharing of information, silently, between pack-mates --, so perhaps it isn't a surprise when both members of Defiance stand from their stools.

Sarita begins her talk with her to-be Alpha and Hunter is frowning, tight lips, tight jaw, there's something in the look he gives both of them but it is fleeting, resolving into half-hearted wave of his hand - a twisting of the corners of his lips.

"Sorry to leave, duty calls, corners to clear n'all that. Cya Lukas --" eyes turn to Danicka and she gets a nod. Sarita's farewell gets said over his shoulder as he's turning to go.

"Later homie."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Later, Hunter. John." She gives them both warm smiles and waves, then looks back to Lukas.

[Danicka] "You know, I've never been particularly attracted to Javier Bardem," Danicka muses as she waits for her drink, leaning on the bar. She takes no notice of John and Hunter leaving, even managing to miss Hunter's nod in her direction. "He looks like... a Cro-Magnon. A noble, philosophical Cro-Magnon." She looks over at Lukas thoughtfully, as though mentally comparing, then picks up a bright blue drink identical to the one Lukas ordered and turns towards Sarita as she mentions her sister again.

There's interest in her eyes as her lips close around the straw in her drink. She doesn't slam it. Well, she's a slender thing, and female, and closer to mortal than Lukas. Maybe she wants to take it easy. He looks like he's at least on his third or fourth; this is probably her second, third at most. Chances are she can't hold her liquor all that well.

"Can she shoot?" Danicka wants to know.

[John] [Sam, Ange, thanks for the scene!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Oh man...it was Vicky Cristina Barcelona that did it for me. Just...oh, Dios mio." She grins and shrugs. "I was hooked. And he can be a creepy little fucker too." That's an attractive trait? Hey, no one said the sisters were normal. Speaking of which...

"Can she shoot?" She grins widely. "Better than me, and to be perfectly arrogant, I shoot well. Hell, just the other day she unloaded one to help Hunter and Joey take down a freakin' Thunderwyrm." She nods. "Yes, she's insane...I don't dispute that. But girl's got some serious mettle to her."

[Lukas] Lukas, downgraded to worst boyfriend ever, doesn't seem particularly heartbroken about it. He huffs a laugh, drinks his drink, and then lays a thoughtless, gentle hand on Danicka's back as she leans across him to order.

"Night, guys." That, offhand, was to Hunter and John. Back to Sarita and Danicka, "There might actually be something afoot. One of my contacts forwarded me this from the paper today," and it's not actually a newspaper he pulls out but his iPhone, fingers flicking deftly over the touchscreen until he pulls up a webpage, which he passes to the females.

"One or two homeless folks disappearing into the cold isn't unusual, especially with this year's weather, but half the expected population is a bit much."

[newspaper clipping is this one: http://www.chicagodusk.com/smf/index.php?topic=8172.0 -- and Amunet's already signed up for that scene with jacqui, so consider this your ic lead-up *LOL*]

[Hunter] [thanks for scene!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She raises an eyebrow and takes the iPhone, looking it over. She doesn't actually own such a piece of equipment herself--she's been considering snagging one like her sister is so adept at doing, but not yet--but she does have an iPod so she can navigate it fine. Bless the evil conglomerate Apple and their love of a universal iOS. She looks over the article, frowning.

"The streets take them? Jesus, that's ominous. Like, some kinda Joss Whedon creepy prophecy ominous."

Her phone chirps, and passes the iPhone along to Danicka as she pulls her own out to look at it. A little frown, and she texts back.

[Danicka] "I never finished that movie," Danicka says. "Never even got to the point where apparently the two chicks made out." She shrugs. "I can't ever get into Woody Allen's crap."

She has called Lukas her worst boyfriend ever before. That time it actually ended up in a series of phrases that made him turn his head away so he could hide his glowing, beaming smile of pleasure, but this time he just scoffs it off. They do have a certain comfort with each other, less like an old married couple and more like people who have been dating long enough not to Freak Out over every little thing.

His hand on her back, for instance. She doesn't suddenly flutter, or blush, or drag him to an empty restroom. She smiles, and he leaves it there, and so it goes.

Her eyebrow lifts when Sarita mentions the Thunderwyrm, and Amy helping bring it down. Danicka doesn't comment on that, nor does she look terribly interested in the newspaper clipping at the moment. She listens, though -- this is the first she's heard of it. "I like Joss Whedon," she muses aloud. "Sometimes. The longer he goes on the more it becomes clear he's a self-indulgent sexist."

[Lukas] Another small laugh. The ice cubes in his glass clink together as Lukas drains the last of his AMF. The iPhone -- which truthfully was a gift, not a purchase he made himself, and is in fact a by-now-outdated 3GS -- comes back around to him. He puts it away.

"There aren't a lot of details yet. But I believe Laughs in the Face of Death, the Ragabash elder, is thinking of having a look. If your sister wants to poke around the storefront end of things, so to speak, we might be able to use her information."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] A little bit of a nod. "Oh, well that's perfect. Amy's been hanging out with them a bit. Obviously, hence the Thunderwyrm thing. I'll let her know." She sends another text and slips the phone away.

[Danicka] For a few minutes there Danicka is the only one present who is not using her iPhone. Then again, where would she put it? She doesn't have a purse on her, and her clothes are tight and pocketless, her left hand stamped with the insignia of the club, her drinks on Lukas's tab. She's finished her AMF.

Maybe not taking it so easy, after all.

[Lukas] "Great." Phones go away. Danicka has finished her drink. Lukas's is a pile of ice. Business set aside, he smiles, indicating the dance floor with a tilt of his head. "You guys ready to head back out? Maybe we'll find you a Javier Bardem lookalike out there."

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She chuckles. "I'm not here for a pick-me-up. I'm not that kinda girl anymore. Just here to have fun." She downs her last three shots in quick succession and nods, standing. She's weaving a bit.

"Hey Mr. DJ, put that record on, as the Queen of Pop said. Let's do it."

[Danicka] "You two..." Danicka informs them slowly, "...start without me. I'm going to get some water and... be... sitting for awhile."

[Lukas] Lukas's eyebrow quirks up at that. He looks from Danicka to the empty glass and back. Then, meeting Sarita's eyes, he quips, "She probably won't get killed. Nobody stay with her."

Sarita's not exactly sober either. Neither is Lukas, for that matter. One weaving, the other swaying a bit, they head out onto the dance floor with its legions of clubbers.

[oy, sorry that took so long -- getting sleepy here! that's probably gonna be my last post tonight.]

[Danicka] To that, Danicka snorts a laugh, bordering on derisive. She sits on the barstool Lukas originally tried to pull out for her, leaning back and watching Lukas go off with his potential packmate. She just smiles. Orders one more.

[Danicka] [Yeah, sorry I got so slow, too. I v tired and going to bed now! But thank you guys for the RP!]

[Danicka] [Night!]

[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] Sarita grins and follows Lukas out on the dance floor to get down. Even intoxicated, she's a decent dancer, and she is happy to forget all the bullshit flowing around her mind, the anguish that it's brought down on her, and just enjoys the night until it ends.

[[Nini! Thanks for the scene!]]