[Triskavanski]

Ambrose moved towards the bar, sitting down, where he pulled out his first lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He had everything running on silent, sans his com-link and SIN, if this place was one of those types of places where you needed to broad cast that.

"Rum and cola, well drink." he ordered. He wasn't about to spend much of that credstick, not yet. He didn't even know how much it might cost him to get the drug in the first place, but to keep up appearances he needed to at least get a drink. Watching from the bar, he begins scanning the crowed to see just who look like the kind for needing something stronger or different than normal street drugs.

Perception: 10d6t5 6

[ismilealot]

@ Ambrose  The bartender brings you your drink and sizes you up to see what kind of service to give you. And then just gives you a non-committal, "There you go chummer." You sip it and it's a good quality rum at least. As you scan the crowd it's quickly obvious that it's not a matter of who's likely to take the drugs. It's a matter of how much & what kind. Thinking back to the conversation with Kato yesterday you remember him saying Nakagawa had a history of use with party drugs and they weren't a problem. So you know your not looking for the usual offering. As you look around you see a small party of 5 that seems to be getting a lot of attention. Ah, those must be the heroes. As you sip and study the crowd over the next hour it becomes obvious that there is nothing offered on the floor by the waitresses that's out of the ordinary. But, that is definitely not true of the private tables. if you're going to lift the drug you'll need an in, Assuming you can spot which one is THE one.

@ Marco  Immediately when you turn a girl moves in to dance with you. But the keeb won't be shaken off just quite so easily and he's back for the next dance,

[gilga]

Seeing that keeb again... he is relentless Marco thinks. Yet - a private room and just having sex is too casual... I am having fun and getting tons of attention. It is way better than sex. After all -  this night is my night off...


Marco smiles at that keeb. Name is Black... and you?. He will not let the chat go past names. Not yet. He dances and enjoy the keeb and the music.
After the song is over, Marco will stick with the keeb if he does not try to speak to him. (otherwise he turns for new parthner).
After a couple of more songs:
"So...  why should I go with you to that place?"

[ElteeDan]

Stahl exited the cab in front of his dingy apartment. He noticed the light in his front window was still on and he took this to mean Abigail was still there. Stahl was thankful, though he imagined he was about to receive a stern lecture. After turning the key into the rather shoddy lock, Stahl entered his apartment quietly. He glanced around slowly, looking for Abigail and Heidi. The apartment was quiet and Stahl took this as a sign the sitter had managed to get the kid to bed. The soft rattle of what Stahl assumed to be silverware echoed from the kitchen and Stahl wasted no time in making his way over there. Abigail stood in the middle of the kitchen, organizing and re-arranging the variety of old plates and silverware Stahl had collected. She didn't look any worse for wear and Stahl hoped Heidi didn't give the older woman such a hard time. He took a short moment to glance down into the crib and was pleased to see the child passed out in a comfortable position. Abigail really was good with kids.

"Keep it down. She's tired. Your kitchen is atrocious." Abigail chided him, waving a fork in the elf's direction.

"Sorry I'm late. Met with a few people about work and it ran on later than I thought it would." Stahl offered a genuine apologetic look, moving about to pack up most of Abigail's things for her. Abigail moved to help, collecting most of the assorted child-goods and blankets among other things. She spoke, sounding tired. "You're fine, you're fine. Making me stay up this late. An old lady like me." Stahl began to apologize again but the older woman cut him off,  "Oh, I won't be available in a couple of days. Need to travel and meet my good-for-nothing sister. I'm sure you'll find a replacement for a day or two. Anyway - have a good night." Abigail turns to the sleeping Heidi, baby-talking quietly, "You have a good night too, dearie." She laughs quietly to herself, aiming to leave after waving over her shoulder to Stahl.

Stahl closes the door quietly behind the woman, ensuring the lock is set before he takes a moment to unwind from the day's events. While he didn't exactly find Reiner, he was closer than he was yesterday. He had a good feeling about this group of people. What he assumed to be a group of ritzy celebrities turned out to be something else entirely. Moving to his small room, Stahl removes his weapons from his jacket and places them on the small table in the front of his bed. Sitting on the edge, he proceeds to disassemble his Predator and secure the strap on his knife sheath. He then places them on his nightstand, well within reach. A habit Maxwell made sure to enforce into him since day one.

Falling backwards onto the (admittedly not comfortable) bed, Stahl stared up at the roof and reached a hand over into one of the nightstand's drawers, setting his alarm an hour earlier while he was at it. He booted up a small PDA, fingers tapping on the interface idly. A picture of six men popped up. The group appeared to be posing with a variety of firearms in front of a few ruined buildings. The dark room was illuminated by the glow of the PDA and soon Stahl switched to another picture of a light-haired elf woman. Stahl stared for a couple of minutes before the PDA flicked off, coating the room in darkness.

"Drek."

[Mercy Merchant]

Yelena sits back against the edge of the hot tub, basking in the heat of the water and the aftermath of the sensual experience with her two companions.  All three were panting heavily, with the man practically comatose in exhaustion.  The woman is still snuggling, stroking Yelena's side.  In the euphoria of the Bliss that still rushes through her body, Yelena does not even care that her antics, as well as the whole of her body, had been on clear display for the other people in the large tub.  The woman next to her had told her that her name was Bella.  Whether or not that was her real name is unimportant.  What is important is that she seems to have knowledge of special house drugs.  Yelena leans over to kiss the woman again and whispers, "Again?"

[Triskavanski]

Ambrose sighed, as he contemplated his options. He wasn't really one who could flow into a crowd and infiltrate into groups. His tongue while not lead, was far from silver, beyond that he didn't know anyone here, and was quite outside his game. In the old days you could flash a stack of cash, and those with things to sell would come to you. Just how were kids doing it these days? There doesn't seem to be anyone here selling the drug, certainly not the waitress. But no one else either for that matter. Except maybe these.. heroes.

He groaned a little, That is what he could have done, he could have been a reporter for the Daily Occult, that would have been probably one of the better ways of going about this. Getting up he began to move towards the group, pulling out an AR pad and pencil.

"Greetings, I hear you're the heroes who brought down the monster. I'm Hastur of the Daily Occult, and I've been doing a piece on magical monstrosities, and would like your input on it."

Well.. That was weak. But it was a start at least.

[ismilealot]

Feathers looked up, a bit pleased and embarrassed at all the notoriety he was suddenly getting. He stands and shakes 'Hastur's' hand. "Pleased to meet you. Mike Turnstall, I was part of the group that took down the creature that the called 'The Smiley Face Killer' I even wrote an article for The Daily Occult once, although that was years ago. What do you want to know?" He smiles and talks to Ambrose at length about the experience answering the questions Ambrose is able to think up. Sitting at the table Ambrose is able to see the 'VIP treatment' up close as he's included in the drinks and attentive treatment. While he's conducting the interview several people stop to get pictures taken with 'Feathers'. Ambrose is grateful for the interruptions as it usually gives him time to have a much better look around. The waitress is very amenable to getting Ambrose whatever he wants.

[Triskavanski]

Ambrose blinks, well that isn't good is it? Someone who knows of the Daily Occult. While Ambrose knows a bit of the occult, its a very limited field of study for him, well, will just have to try to pull things from those movies he watched long ago. Of course his Mike fella is probably old enough to know about that himself as well.

"Well, does anyone know what it was?" he asks, stalling for time as he begins to look around.


Perception: 10d6t5 3

[ismilealot]

The party drugs offered here are slightly different than what's offered to the majority of the guests. The packaging is certainly better anyway. And if watching another table is any indication most of them involve several steps and several drugs. The Daily Occult ruse is at least getting him closer to his goal.

[gilga]

As Marco was dancing his thoughts raced... on the one hand he really wanted to go to that private room but on the other hand he did not want to be randomly picked, used and tossed away.  He therefore decided that while he will do his best to seduce the mystery Keeb, he is going to stay on the dance floor. He’ll use all his charm in order to get a date before they go together to party at some private room later this week.

He then tought about the past... He remembered now an alternate reality where a reporter appeared as they were having their steaks. The reporter did not let Feathers eat and kept asking questions. When Marco got Arc’s text - he quickly offered her steak to the reporter. saying It is made from a real cow you should try it.

After a delicious steak Marco tried to chat up the reporter: You are a bit of a night person aren’t you... do you happen to mix pleasures with work? They got this great series of drinks called the Apollo space program, care to drink with me?

Marco tried to remember what that reporter answered. Although it happened in the past it felt as if it did not yet happen. He hoped that chasing this memory will not lead him to a conclusion that he is in fact his own grandpa.

[Triskavanski]

Ambrose blinked, his eyes moving to the steak pushed over to him, this put him into a state of quandary, trying to think if he should.. or if he shouldn't eat the steak brought before him. Would it be rude to eat it? Or not to eat it? It had been a while since he did something like this.. and seems that possibly... something. Something wasn't right.

Someone is loaded..He hadn't had real cow since.. well long before he could even remember. But now one was before him in edible form.. "Ah, thank you very much." he remarks with a nod, deciding to accept the steak. Later as the question is asked, "I might possibly be interested in drinking with such fine heroes as yourselves. Not every day do you mean monster slayers." 

[SgtBoomCloud]

It didn't take a keen observer to deduce that Arc was feeling pretty awesome by this point of the night, laughing and grinning in her social interactions leading up to her invitation to a private room from Joyboy.  Her apprehensions of how people would treat her were gone with her judgment, leaving her to be able to enjoy the night like any young person her age.  Fear, lack of confidence and such were but a distant haze.  Without a thought, the girl spent her time between thoughts to fire off random messages, sharing how she was feeling.

@ Yelena:  hells to the yeah, omae!  Man, I dunno what we was thinking, these Corp flunkies are TIGHt!!  Don't get j to too much teiuvbf.  Pace.

@Marco:  Yknow what?  Frag it ill take you up in that dance man.  Why the he'll not I like how it looks.  And why shouldn't I have a good time hm?  Just no funny vixnaz aight?

@Feathers:  just wanna say man.  You aight. I sees a street kid in teh heart and you cool.  Don't stop bein awesome ya heard?

@Stahl:  Ah FRAAAAG man, I was supposed ta ask if you wanted a ride or not.  It's cold out there homie and I could slender my ride.  Whups.  Don't fresze!

any typos in the messages were intentional.  Enjoy

[Csjarrat]

The night had been a bit weird for Feathers, shit music and loud bars seemed to be becoming a bit of a regular occurrence since they'd finished the beast off, but he'd be lying if he said he felt comfortable in this environment and with this many eyes on him. He felt like he fitted in more than ever now that his last paycheck had allowed him to upgrade his wardrobe somewhat, but his grey hair and wrinkled face shone through relentlessly, even if he did have a close shave and haircut recently.
Ambrose was good to talk to, appearing interested in Feathers' nostalgia and recollection of happier years and once again, he found himself really enjoying everyone's company.
Well, everyone but the persistent reporter. He seemed genuine but all Feathers wanted to do was eat the damn steak, have a glass of wine and puff on his deepweed-loaded pipe, but it was a tirade of question after question.
Eventually Marco saved his skin, a gracious assist shut the reporter up long enough for Feathers to make his excuses and nip to the gents, stopping on the way back at the bar to grab a glass of white wine and stoke his pipe with a dose of deepweed. He'd not seen anyone else using but there were enough pill-heads dancing around like idiots that he couldn't see it being a problem.
He pushed through the busy crowd and returned to the table, nodding in thanks to Marco as the reporter turned his attention to the others.
Arc seemed pretty vacant as the night wore on, clearly over-enjoying herself somewhat. He kept an eye on her, not wanting her to come to any harm at the hands of the scumbags that waited for pristine opportunities like she would be seen as in her current state.
//::Smiley face:: Ha, You couldn't be further from the truth. Feel like a fish out of water here but thanks for the "big-up" yo! ::Smiley face:://
He didn't have a clue what the "street kid" response should be to that so he just made a daft joke of it, smiling at her and finishing the last of the wine.

[ismilealot]

@ Ambrose  The steaks gave Ambrose an excuse to wrap up the 'interview'. He'd long ago run out of questions from the trids and had just been asking 'Feathers' to clarify this statement or that statement and his opinion on that theory now that he'd faced the beast. Tucking into the steak made him glad he'd come. Wow was it amazing. The beef was almost melting in his mouth and the au jous had been infused with a port that complimented it perfectly. He didn't know who'd flavored the Moroccan Quinoa and smoked vegetables but he could almost die happy right here at the table. But all good things come to an end, and his came close to the end of dinner when a distinctly Asian face was giving him a long look from a few tables down. It was an abrupt reminder that the Yak have an extremely long reach and he definitely could not afford to botch this job. They'd probably had already killed Blackhat and he couldn't afford to be expendable or he might find himself counted as a 'loose end' in that business even they were the ones that had paired the two of them in the first place. He'd seen enough to know that VIP tables got every wish handed to them, maybe that was the way to go.

[gilga]

past:

Marco and Ambrose, started drinking and making casual conversation.
After a couple of drinks when both were slightly light headed Marco told the reporter: "Honestly, man you are not that good of a reporter…" he then laughed and added "but I like you nevertheless" …


 shortly after and a couple of more drinks later. Marco said:
"by the way, I think that Asian dude is interested in us… he seems to avoid eye contact but keeps looking to our direction.  He creeps me out so I am going to dance a little bit to preserve that buzz I have."
He left the table and went to the dance floor.
.... back to the present:

Marco texts Arc:
Dear Arc,

I promise I will do no ‘funny vixnaz’ if I do it - tell me and I’ll stop. by the way, what exactly did I just promised? You seem happy! I bet you’ll have tons of fun tonight.
It will be nice to have a partner I can be honest with.

Yours truly,
Marco.