If Guillermo is put off at all by "Maria's" gentle rebuff, he doesn't show it. Instead, he spins the wedding band on his finger with his thumb, and smiles broadly.
"They're open to anyone with the creds who would prefer a more intimate environment. Rex!" he has to shout over the music, and grabs the arm of the manager on duty.
"My friends and I would like to make use of the VIP rooms. The Century Lounge open, by any chance?"The manager leans in and whispers in Guillermo's ear. The latter allows a brief frown to form on his face before his corp training -- skillwires? -- kicks in, and he begins to smile again.
"Even better, even better. I didn't ask about Colinas de Fuego because I thought it'd be taken, for sure. Slot us up, chummer, and if you could send a few more bottles up, that'd be just wiz."The manager makes a slight bow, and everyone seated stands to follow him up the stairs to the VIP area. With a group following him, the manager is much more security-minded as he punches in the code, though The Phoenix is able to spot that he keeps the maglock card in the right pocket of his suit jacket. Upstairs, a second bar enters their view as the exit the landing. The manager approaches and retrieves a second maglock card from behind the bar, and lets the group into the room on the first door on the right, before handing it graciously to Guillermo.
"Y'all have fun now, and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to let Lacey know. She'll be along shortly with your champagne."Inside, the room looks expansive despite its actual intimate size. A series of fires rage across the hillsides on the ARO-covered walls, and the room is otherwise adorned with a number of couches that look as though they could double as beds, should the situation dictate such. A similarly-designed ARO screen separates an area of the room fitted with a sink, lockers, and fridge stocked with non-alcoholic beverages.
Guillermo takes a seat on the center couch, expansively stretching his arms across its back, a baggie filled with novacoke in one hand, and a handful of poppers in the other.
"Perfect, perfect. I always loved this room. What do you say, Brad. A few party favors, while we wait on the champagne?"Brad nods his assent, and cracks the first smile that the pair of runners have seen since the trio approached them.
"I, uh, I could go for a little bump or two. Ladies first, of course," he says graciously.
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Out the car window, Mr. Hopeless is doing his best to keep track of three separate "information channels" at once. The experience is disorienting to say the least, the constant shift between mundane vision, astral perception, and back to mundane to look at the various matrix icons and chatter going on around him. It seems that the ladies inside are making good headway with gaining access to the VIP area, and he has no doubt that Wraith will own the manager's commlink soon enough. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a van with a funny-looking satellite dish atop. When the van does a slow turn, and he sees the Lonestar logo, it raises the hair on the back of his head. Probably just a patrol, sure, but the last thing they need is some routine TrixSec outfit to put eyes on all that sleazing around Wraith is up to. Frantically, he starts to type out a comm to the unconscious form slumped next him.
After an informative bout of Matrix Perception to gain some useful intel on the manager on duty, Wraith Hacks a MARK on the unsuspecting target. She tries to eavesdrop next, but all of sudden she notices a spike in Noise around her, and the action fails.
Drek! She goes to reboot her deck, but before she can, she gets a message.
>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: LoneStar PD
>>Message: This device has been recorded making unauthorized matrix actions in violation of municipal, state, and federal law. You are hereby ordered to enter Augmented Reality, leave your illegal equipment running, and place your hands on top of your head while officers approach your location. Failure to comply will be interpreted as willful disobedience of a lawful order, and Lone Star officers will justified in using whatever level of force is deemed appropriate to gain your compliance.
>>End MessageIn the meat world, Hopeless sees the van begin to swing around and head toward their location. The spotlight also turns on, and begins a sweep of the Club Frisco parking lot.
