Club Eternity - After the entry thread.

Huh, Tavi wasn’t biting. Guess he was the winner then, woot! Okay, she probably wasn’t rising to his bait because she was sure she was right, which meant proving –he- was right would take way more effort than he cared to put into the matter.

Besides, -Amberelle- agreed with him.

Er…well, sort of. He’d been talking about the pigs, but she’d jumped on vampires. Still. Winner! But dammit, what was Tavi doing talking about going? In a rare moment of inspiration, he turned to his sister with a wholly innocent expression.

“But –sis-, if we wander off to go hunting for vampire pigs who will keep Amberelle company?”

Oh, wow, that had sounded a lot more suave in his head than it did out loud. Luckily the waitress dropped by with their drinks at that moment so he could shut the hell up without looking even more awkward. He wasn’t sure how to react to Amberelle picking up the tab but he wasn’t about to argue the matter and hoped she wasn’t baiting for that.

Did she just wink at him?

“Heh, yeah…it’s a pretty easy beer to find…” Pausing for a moment, he thought to ask “Why, what did you picture?” before he realized that might not be the question he wanted to ask.

Pak just looked innocently at Kem when his wrist hit the table. That went better than she had hoped. It was almost worth Aishe taking away her fun, removing the jesses as a plaything. However, she was immediately suspicious that Kem didn't retaliate. That couldn't possibly be a good thing, maybe she'd better hit him again just to be sure nothing was wrong. Couldn't have him succumbing to a good influence.

As she was debating retaliation she arched an eyebrow at him. That wasn't nice trapping a person like that.

"You realize that means you're getting the drinks.

Tan lines? Really that could be an interesting conversation..."Â?

It was more tease than innuendo. Kem and Aishe were Kem and Aishe's business and she wouldn't get involved.

"I'm glad its working out for you though. Have you learned any new tricks yet?"Â?

As if to demonstrate she gave a good tug on the ribbons of Kem's mask. Not as satisfying as the jesses but knocking things askew was fun too.

Aishe was well aware that Kem's comment about tan lines hadn't been intended as innuendo... simply teasing. But she chose to ignore that and misinterpret it anyhow.

"Maybe I'll just let you find out for yourself."

The resulting blush was well worth it. It might have been slightly cruel of her, knowing such a comment would make Kem squirm a bit, and she resolved to be slightly less mischievous... especially in light of the fact that it appeared Pak was doing a good enough job of handling any and all of the mischief. So far the Thai's efforts had been focused largely on Kem, and Aishe watched the byplay between them with interest. It was very much like a little sister-older brother thing they had going on. Friendly teasing, mischief-making, poking and prodding, but Aishe got the rather strong impression that the two of them would be fiercely protective of each other if it came down to it. It was good to see and she liked Pak all the more for it.

Pak's tugging Kem's mask down over his face ended all squirminess for the time being, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly as he flailed for a moment to shove the mask back in place and get his hair out of his mouth.

Really, really difficult to look stern while your mask was falling off your face. Shoving it back into place and swiping his hands across to rid himself of the few stray strands of dyed-black hair that were in the way, he managed to simultaneously flag down a waitress and tug Pak's fox ears halfway off to the side.

At Aishe's request he ordered her usual cherry coke, a rum and coke for himself, and then with an air of mischief, he politely requested a pina colada for Pak.

"And would you mind putting five or six of those little umbrellas in it, too?"

Kem beamed at Pak from across the table. He was fairly certain she'd mentioned a deep, deep dislike of tiny umbrellas in drinks some time ago. Not exactly the type of revenge he had in mind for her, but it would do for now.

Pak made an odd lurching move trying to catch old of her ears. It was just irritating to have something falling off your head. A little abnormal too, she’d forgotten those were there and the feel of them sliding around had been a bit alarming.

Distracted by the ears she didn’t have a chance to save herself from the evil little umbrella drink order. It was all fun and games until someone ordered froo froo drinks then that some one was libel to get hurt.

“That will come back to haunt you.”

She promised him. She then slid into a very bad Bogart imitation.

“Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow but soon and for the rest of your life.”

Grinning at Tavi, the blonde shrugged. Well, I've met plenty of men who were pigs, but never any actual swine. And, I've met plenty of people who claimed to be vampires.. they seem to swarm New Orleans. Amby rolled her eyes and gave a little sigh, dismissing all of them. But as for vampire pigs? I've definately never met any of those. Hunting them down could be quite fun..

She took a slow sip of her wine and grinned into the glass. Tobi had left quite an opening, and she was torn as to which direction to take her response. The Creole's eyes twinkled with mischief as she studied him a moment. I would think you would be the type with a glass of red wine or perhaps a goblet of warm vitae, fresh from a young maiden's wrist, oui? Amby gave him a nose crinkling grin to show she was playing. Other than that, I dunno.. Usually I picture big bearish men or men in kilts drinking Guiness. So.. she pursed her lips and tapped her foot lightly as she looked him over. Maybe.. something and cola. Or Smirnof Ice type drinks maybe. I just wouldn't have pegged you for the beer type.

She was probably completely off base, and she hoped her assumptions weren't things that he found insulting. It was fun for her actually, Amberelle liked to watch strangers and try to plug in facts about them. Of course, never to their faces so that made this instance a bit weird.

So, what do I look like? That made her want to giggle. If ever there was a loaded question, Amberelle figured she'd asked it.

Tavi laughed at Amberelle's explanation and sipped more of her drink. At this rate she'd need a refill soon. Sitting back, She shrugged.

"At the moment we are fitting the claiming to be vampires so I cannot fault anyone too much at the moment."Â?

She smirked at her brother's excuse for keeping his can firmly parked in front of the pretty woman. It was tempting to jump up just to mess with him but there were several problems with that idea. The first problem was the Tobi blocked her exit by being on the outside of the booth. Bah, crawling over him wouldn't be a problem if it came down to it, but more importantly, she didn't want to get up either.

Fiddling with the straw in her drink, Tavi chuckled at the blonde's question and glanced sideways at her brother to see what profound insight he was going to give in return.

Tobi grinned and looked down into his glass of beer, somewhat relieved that Amberelle had gone easy on him.

“Okay, yeah, not so bearish...” Though, hey! He wasn't exactly tinkerbell petite here! And he had hair on his chest, dammit!

A little.

Okay, he had -a- hair on his chest, but that wasn't the point! Still, that was his bad for leaving an opening and really she'd been nice about it when you considered what she could have said.

No sooner had that thought crossed his mind than she was asking him what -she- looked like. Oh shit, let's not say anything stupid....

“Hell I don't know, but I bet you can knock 'em back!” Oh, fatal error, fatal error! Backtrack backtrack, quick! “Er, I mean, because...festive...costume...and” Oh eff eff ess! “Umm...you were in New Orleans...so...yeah, parties and stuff...you know?”

Did he just call her a party girl? He did, didn't he? Why, oh why did he forget to think before he spoke? He'd just meant that she was fun and spirited, not some kind of girls gone wild type, but he was sure that wasn't at all how it came off. He shot Tavi a look, hoping she might find some way of rescuing him from this pit he'd dug himself into.

Jeremy watched a waitress bring drinks to an odd looking couple that settled down with the blond at the booth. Curious trio, he thought. His eyes drifted over to the tall behemoth of a man with a helm and a small female who looked old enough to be in high school when she removed her mask. They walked out casually a few minutes later.

The waitress that had served the trio came back towards the bar and leaned over next to Jeremy to talk to the bartender. Words were exchanged and the bartender set off to make more drinks. Leaning closer to the girl, he inhaled deeply. She smelled soft and warm, much to his delight. He whispered into her ear, causing her to stiffen momentarily.

'You smell...so lovely.'

Sighing Alex looked around feeling very bored, this party had been nice while it lasted, watching the people around her had been fun.. well yeah.. lets stick with fun, removing her mask she threw one last look over her shoulder at the partying people and left club E.

(( ooc. Alexandra out ))

Listening to him, Amby wasn't quite clear but she thought he'd just meant she was quite the party girl. She blinked a moment unsure how to respond and then chuckled. Giving Tobi a large grin, she just shook her head. Maybe a few years ago.. yeah, for sure I used to be quite the party girl. Bourbon Street is to blame, of course. Looking as innocent as could be, she gave the siblings a wink that negated her statement. But now I find myself quite the homebody. Nights curled up with my cat in front of the TV or surfing the net are about it for me. While I do partake of the vino I don't live it up nearly as often as I used to. The blonde shrugged slightly. Don't know anyone here to go club crawling with.

'Did I just make myself sound pathetic and old? I did, didn't I? That's the life of an old lady not a young one like me.. uuugh' Cringing, the Anantya gave them a weak smile. I'm really not as pathetic as that sounds.. at least I sure hope not!

Aishe laughed, finally, at the banter between Kem and Pak. It was nice here on the inside of the booth, not really touching or even brushing up to anyone save Kem, and she was all right with that. She was growing used to certain colors being associated with certain people, particularly when they weren't feeling any sort of strong emotion at the time. In the short couple of weeks they'd been spending time together again, Aishe found Kem to be remarkably more open than he'd ever been before, and attributed that in part to the fact that his 'secret' was no longer a scret between them, as well as in part to the fact that she knew he still harbored guilt for having been, as he termed it, a class-act ass. She disagreed, but what the heck did she know? She was only the Seer of the Magical Colors... although she did her best to point out to him that at no time since her turning had she seen anything hovering about him that could be classified as the color 'Ass' or 'Idiot.'

Their drinks arrived in short order, and Aishe happily began to fish for cherries with her straw, trying her best to hide the amused smile on her lips when an obnoxiously large glass of pina colada was delivered to Pak with an equally obnoxious number of tiny umbrellas sticking out. Kem's expression was one of carefully schooled innocence, although Aishe couldn't help but notice he was guarding his own glass somewhat protectively, as if afraid of some kind of attack from above.

"I'm almost afraid to find out what life at Meridian must be like for you both. I can only imagine the sabotage."

Her eyes strayed to the bar, where their waitress seemed to have momentarily lost her composure. The woman had seemed fairly cheerful and bright when she'd served them, but had she grown tense for a moment there when that man stopped her? She shrugged it off. Things like that probably happened in places like this all the time.

“Sabotage is such an ugly word.”

Pak did her best to look somewhere between thoughtful and offended. The look was easy enough to pull off, but she didn’t suspect that either Kem or Aishe would believe it.

“I’m starting to think Kem’s been spreading vicious rumors about me if you’re already using words like sabotage. Besides, what you have to remeber is what ever happened... he started it.”

Scowling she began toying with the umbrellas. There were so damned many of them and they were getting in the way of the drink. Getting through the evil umbrellas of doom she sipped at the pina colada and then idly fidgeted with the tiny garnishes.

What could you do with them? That was a fine question. Pak didn’t have a good answer right then but she was getting some ideas. Patience was a virtue after all.

She shot Kem a rather accusatory look.

“I’m surprised too, I thought you had better manners than to besmirch a reputation.”

The accusation was softened with a grin, a slightly twisted vaguely evil grin, but a grin.

Tavi resisted the urge to make whistling sinking sounds. Mayday! Mayday! She's going down, Captain! The Tobimeister might not be able to pull out of this one! Shaking her head slightly at her brother, Tavi sunk lower in the seat and pretended to be interested in the people on the dance floor.

Oooh bodies... Hey, he's kind of cute... That chick, not so much. And him... is that dancing or having a seizure? It was hard to tell.

She turned back to the conversation with a look of surprise. Amberelle didn't get mad at him and admitted to being more on the wild side at one time. Better yet, she now stayed home and surfed the net with her cat for fun. Tobi might just be in love.

Tavi turned to her brother and raised her latexed eyebrows.

"Good call."Â?

Finishing her drink, Tavi slid under the booth and out to grab the nearby waitress. Wouldn't work to call to the woman in this noise. Best just to take matters into her own hands.

"Ah there you are, My pretty, We'd like another round.... before Mr Toad starts his reading."Â?

Pointing a finger towards their booth, Tavi then slid herself back underneath the table and up into her seat.

"We just moved to Nachton. Are there any good places to visit that you'd recommend?"Â?

It was fairly obvious that Amberelle was not from Nachton by her accent but there was a high probability that the blonde had been here longer than they had.

Tobi decided he must be in some sort of twilight zone. Or maybe Amberelle was acting, like Tavi, for halloween. It was possible he just didn't recognize the character.

Or else he was witnessing the impossible. Nice hotchick.

The trouble with Occam's Razor was that figuring out which explanation was the simplest. He never used that on message boards for exactly that reason.

Grinning at her mention of surfing the web, he turned to Tavi with wide eyes.

“There -are- girls on the Internet!”

His sister slipped away rather suddenly, but her exit made him realize he'd barely touched his beer. His sister was drinking him under the table! He took a generous gulp to remedy that before casting about to find something non stupid to say.

“Seriously, that's cool – do you have a page, like on myspace or lj or something?”

Tavi returned quickly and Tobi relaxed a little, even though she'd left him alone with hotchick for all of half a minute. Hey...was her question a lead in to getting together again sometime?

Tavi was the best.

Amby had to press a hand to her mouth, she was giggling so hard at Tobi's happy proclimation. Oui, there are realy girls on the internet. And even in some chat rooms. Tavi's sudden departure had her cocking an eyebrow at the pseudo-vampire quizically. But since he seemed unphased by his sister's behavior, she let it slide.

Finishing off her drink, she nodded firmly. I have a page on myspace. It's not very pretty or anything, I have never been sure what to do with it. Shrugging, she continued. But it's fun, and I'll throw up a picture on it every now and then, or post something in my blog. Reaching into her small bag, she pulled out one of her calling cards and a pen, then scribbled her url, www.myspace.com/amberelle17, on the back before sliding it to Tobi. Send me a friend request!

Giving the returning Tavi a smile, the Creole perked up some at her question. Hmm.. There's this great shoe store just off the strip.. you can get some real steals. BUT, without a doubt my favorite place to go since I moved here is the arcade, elecTRONica. It is so cool.. not just video games but they have pool, bowling, miniature golf, umm.. batting cages.. oh a diner and even a rockwall. Leaning back, she grinned happily. It's sweet. And I extend a skeeball challenge to anyone, anytime.


((OOC hehe.. I actually made her the myspace page! ))

Tavi snorted at her brother and fiddled with the straw of her drink.

"Sure there are girls on the internet. Its just the ones flirting with you that are guys."Â?

She didn't mean Tobi specifically; she meant that those that tended to go over board in the flirting department on chats and in games were either a guy or a really REALLY desperate woman. Tavi giggled to herself and added mentally, especially the ones with names like LittleHottie16 and Nympho42

Peering over at the paper Amberelle gave her brother, Tavi was gratified to see that there was a real id and not one of the afore mentioned 'you know you want me' online tramp stamps. Which further proved her unspoken point.

Leaning back, She listened with interest to the local spots of interest.

"Shoes... shoes are definitely good."Â?

Heh, yep, Tobi was going to be hopeless; Amberelle liked the arcade. The only thing that would have sunk her brother further into full blown crush was possibly gushing on about a local internet cafe. Still, liking to play games was a plus, she suspected.

"Throwing things is also good. Though the climbing wall sounds more like me."Â?

Bumping her brother with her elbow, Tavi grinned.

"What about you, Spikey, think you could bet a girl at arcade games?"Â?

Tobi brightened considerably as Amberelle wrote down her myspace url, though the wary nerd part of him wondered if this was a trick. The other shoe –had- to drop sometime because this was way too good to be true.

“I’ll –totally- friend you. And honestly I totally think some people get a little –too- nuts with their pages – better to go minimal.”

His ‘real life’ myspace page was actually fairly discreet, with a handful of acquaintances he had met on travels and some in person friends. He had an ID with hundreds of friends that was nearly criminal in its terrible layout, but Cypher had gone with the slightly more sophisticated blogspot for that sort of online community. Amberelle would, obviously, be getting the real life version.

Shoes…oh dear…they were going to talk about shoes…must…stay awake…

Oh, wait, arcade! So much better!

“Sounds –totally- awesome, I’d love to check it out.” He gave his sister a ‘what planet are –you- on look. Who gave a flying if he won, he’d be playing video games with a hotchick. “Well I can certainly give it a try…” Deciding to take the plunge, he added: “I’d totally take you up on that challenge – maybe I can message you?”

Okay, not his boldest move ever but at least he didn’t think he’d said anything stupid.

The waitress was stunning but preoccupied serving drinks. Club Eternity did not seem to want to hold his interest for very long. There was always Babylon. With a generous tip, he nodded to the bartender and made his way to the elicitly delicious bar.

((ooc out to babylon))

While Pak's attention was mostly on Aishe, Kem took the opportunity to snag as many little umbrellas away from her as he could, belatedly realizing he'd just supplied her with ammunition. Although he supposed he'd rather be pelted with small paper umbrellas than any number of alternative ballistics Pak might find handy at work.

"If by 'spreading rumors' you mean 'providing information so as to be forearmed' then you're absolutely correct. I learned my lesson. I'm not letting Aishe walk into the lion's den unprepared this time."

Somewhat covetously, he tucked the little umbrellas away, having gotten at least a fair half of them. Around them there seemed to be a good deal more activity then when they'd arrived, and as he turned an ear to it and listened it became apparent that the other club patrons were... well... providing information so as to be forearmed.

"Are we ready to walk again? There's still plenty to see."

And call him paranoid, but he didn't like the shift in atmosphere. It was definitely time to move along.