11081/Clubs, Criminals and Spellcasters!

Clubs, Criminals and Spellcasters!
Date of Scene:	16 February 2020
Location:	A low-end bar and club!
Synopsis:	Petra and Juggernaut meet, dance and drink!
Cast of Characters:	Juggernaut, Petra Emreis

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Juggernaut has posed:
    The night was in full swing.

    It was a somewhat... seedy joint, to say the least. But it had class in its own way. It was a rather large bar that served as a nightclub on the weekends, since it had a rather large dance floor off in the back corner, accompanied with its own DJ booth.

    While it seemed just a tiny bit on the seedy side, it didn't give the impression of being overly shady. It was just one of the many nightclubs, and since this one wasn't special or mainstream, it didn't get all the care and attention a more popular place might get.

    Still, it had more than enough occupants to turn it into a fun place to be for the evening.

    Naturally, when one walks into the club, they assaulted with a faint air of cigarette smoke and alcohol - a scent that somehow manages to stay friendly despite this. The music and lighting is another thing that stands out - the owner spared no expense on the DJ booth and the lighting over the dance area - it was very dimly lit and appropriate for what one might expect here.

    The last thing, and perhaps the most noticeable, is the massive dude, seated on a special stool over at the end of the bar. He was leaned back slightly against the bar while seated on that stool, facing away from the bar itself so he can watch over the room. One hand was empty, stretched out along the surface of the bar in a relaxed posture, while his other hand nursed what looked to be a small keg fashioned into a mug, which he sipped from queitly.

Petra Emreis has posed:
A place like this tended to have a little more...personality. That much had been true for centuries. High-class places, nobles or 'high-society' always had to be so careful about the impression they gave or the actions they made. It was far too tiring for the very idea of a place that actually catered to the specific idea of relaxing, and Petra had little interest in anything like that.
     Besides, after her time in Gotham? This was a good little 'half-step', and here there wasn't some creature trying to claw her face off and eat her, which was a definate plus!

Stepping through the doorway, the ashen-haired woman might have caught an eye or two, but she was nothing compared to someone of such huge stature as the man at the bar! Petra's form was dressed pretty simply, a black slim leather jacket and similar dark denim jeans, the low-cut blouse beneath a simple white and (left over from her 'hunting outfit' she'd not bothered to change). Her eyes move, sweeping patrons and setting alike before she finally make her way forwards through the throng of dancers and drinkers towards the bar.

Juggernaut has posed:
    When she gets closer to the bar, it becomes easier to get a better look at him. Not that it wasn't already fairly easy.

    He was large. Inhumanly so, but at the same time, it was mostly apparent that he was just that - a large human male. He was seated comfortably on a large stool that looked to be reinforced with various metals - as if it was designed spefically for him.

    He wore a simple black tank top that hugged his upper body nicely - which giving another glance, his body type seems to be of the sort that could make anything fit snugly, since clothes just dont COME in that size. Not normally, anyway.

    Paired with that black tanktop, he wears a pair of blue jeans that are snug to his waist thanks to a large leather belt. Adorning his feet is what looks to be a special made pair of tennis shoes - that were obviously large, and appeared to be a combination of white and black in its coloration.

    His eyes come up just as he sees that ashen haired figure approaching the bar. At first, it was a matter of seeing a few people look her way, and then following their gaze. But once he did so, he found himself unable to look away for a moment, admiring her from afar.

    Once she comes closer and is within earshot, the large man speaks out towards her. "Heya, toots. Definitely ain't seen -you- in here before." He looks over his shoulder towards the barkeep and makes a brief gesture with his hand. "Get her whatever she wants. 1 round, on me."

    He looks back to her, giving her an appraising glance as his eyes roam over her.

    "The name's Cain."

Petra Emreis has posed:
She'd seen giants before...just not for years, centuries even. Right now? She was wandering if she was looking at a missing survivor. Right up until he started talking, leading the white-haired girl to roll her eyes just a little.

"Toots?"

A soft little chuckle comes from her lips, but she hasn't turned the drink down, so that's a positive, right?

"Petra," she offers in introduction returned before shrugging her shoulders. "I suppose so, haven't ventured this far as yet...only been in the country a month or so anyway." Certainly, the 'Queens English' of her tones made it pretty clear she wasn't a 'local'.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain gives a soft, breathy chuckle. The large keg-shaped mug is lifted to his lips and he takes a long draw from it before turning around to set it down on the countertop.

    Cain casts another glance out over the bar/nightclub proper, scanning the room quietly for a moment before turning to look back at Petra. "Well, Petra. It's nice to meet you and stuff, I guess...." He shifts a bit on his seat, turning somewhat to face her.

    "What brings you in here tonight? Something tells me you didn't come here to dance...." A coy smile is offered her as his gaze darts over he once more.

    Meanwhile, the bartender had approached her, wiping his hands off with a towel. "Alright miss. What can I get ya?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
"Something sweet," Petra answers the bartender, a little shrug given. What was available in a place like this? It was far safer not to try for be particularly fancy or creative.

     Petra moves to the stool offered, positively dwarfed with her build next to the huge man...yet seemingly not bothered by the disparity. Most people would probably be unnerved by someone so intimidatingly large after all, but then she was far from falling into 'most people.

"If I said it -was- for the dancing?" she counters, giving a little chuckle and then shrugging her leather-clad shoulders. "I suppose it might be in part. A drink, a dance, some time to worry a little less about a few things." A beat, she tilts her head and casts her eyes upwards to Cain. "What about you? I can't imagine its for the 'comfortable seating'."

Juggernaut has posed:
    It was Cain's turn to give a slight roll of his eyes, but it was accompanied by a confident, boyish grin. He casts one last glance out around the floor, getting a feel for the environment, before turning a little bit to face her directly.

    "Well, I certainly don't dance much." His response to her quip about the seating. He looks over just as the bartender brings over a small glass filled with what looks like a slightly watered-down orange juice.

    The bartender. "Here you go, lady. It's a screwdriver. Compliments of the big guy." The bartender makes a quick gesture to cain before stepping away.

    Cain speaks up then, grinning. "Yeah, that's essentially what I come here for too. Just a... momentary place to forget...." He trails off, looking away briefly, but then looks back to her.

    "But hey, you know what? If you did wanna dance... I call dibs on the first one wit' ya."

    Gathering from the tempo and the beat of the music, it didn't seem to be a place that had much in the way of slow dancing.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Vodka, orange juice...there were certainly worse combinations in the world to work with. Taking the offered drink, there's a small sip and an immediate face pulled at the noticable taste of watering down...but it was a start for the night, right?

     Nursing her drink as he speaks, she nods her head, a degree of sympathy offered even if his admission is quickly faded away the moment he looks back at her and she's left with the offer. "Thought you weren't much of a dancer?" she counters lightly, but there's a quirk of amusement to her lips. "I suppose everyone is a dancer with enough drinks on-board, but I imagine you take a fair bit more than most to get to that point."

Juggernaut has posed:
    He lets out a bit of a laugh at that. He turns around, grabbing that mug-tankard once more and taking another large drink from it. He sets it back down quite loudly on the countertop before grabbing a nearby rag and wiping his face with it.

    "Drinkin's got nothin' to do with it, toots. See... I am the Juggernaut." He makes a brief gesture with his thumb towards his chest, then makes a gesture towards the alcoholic beverages behind the bar. "I could drink all that and not even get a little tipsy." He slides his now empty mug over the bar towards the bartender as he slowly stands up off the stool.

    "For the right person... the right girl..." He pauses, a hand coming up to somewhat gently clasp around her's and her wrist in an effort to guide her away from the bar and to the dance floor. "Well. Let's just say I have no problem dancing awkwardly close to you while -you- dance."

    A playful chuckle is given to her as he starts to back towards the dance floor, bringing her with him should she come with him willingly.

Petra Emreis has posed:
"The what now?" she questions, raising an eyebrow at the name offered from the giant man. She wasn't a local after all, so odd are she wasn't exactly read up on Mutant and Metahuman criminals in the area. Still, another sip of her drink and she glances towards the bar indicated. Was it a size thing? Maybe, but even now the ashen-haired sorceress had been fairly certain from the start she was talking to an 'above human' of some variety. 'Just a big guy' only got someone so far.

That hand coming up? It could positively envelop her far more slender wrist, the action still doesn't end with her pulling away or hexing him into next week, so that's probably a positive.

Pulled along, she does at least manage to deposit her drink at a passed-by table before shrugging her shoulders. "Alright," she muses with a little chuckle, "Fair trade. I'll dance for as long as you will...then you're buying the next drink too."

Juggernaut has posed:
    He might not be drunk, but he certainly seemed to be a bit more jovial than usual, as can be told by the expressions he was getting by some of the other patrons - even the barkeep.

    "Deal. We dance til I'm done, then I will get you another drink." He gives her a playful grin as he continues past the rest of the patrons towards the dance floor.

    They give him concerned and worried looks about this sudden change in demeanor, but they catch themselves when they notice Petra in tow and they just go back to their drink and dancing.

    The beat of the music was definitely what one would consider "club music". Not very pitchy, with a focus on rapid bass beats and occasional melodic breaks.

    Once in the center of the floor, they seem to be given a wide berth - which is necessary for a man his size. He turns to look at her, grinning lightly as he slowly raises her hand in the air within his own and starts to pick up a slow motion his large with the beat of the music.... which is graceful, even if only a little - which still is surprising given his size.

Petra Emreis has posed:
If anything, there was as much danger in simply a large figure moving as there was a sudden change in mood. Well...maybe not, but noone was likely going to want to bump into him! With her hand still grasped for the moment, Petra moved at a slower pace; a swaying of her hips and a raising of the other to join its twin while she fell into the rythem of the music.

"You're not too bad at this," she muses aloud, offering a little wink.

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain didn't seem to have an issue matching her pace. In fact, he does so almost instantly, reading the motions of her body and slightly mirroring them in a much more masculine fashion. As she raises her other hand up, he opens the hand that currently held her wrist, so that he could accept the second hand as well - his one large hand being more than enough to hold both of her's by their wrists, which he does so gently, keeping them elevated above her head.

    "I might not be bad... but you're the one stealin' the show here...." He grins down at her warmly. It was true. There was more than a couple sets of eyes on her now, but it was hard to tell if it was due to her innate attractiveness or the fact she was dancing with the gargantuan Cain Marko.

    With a nimble movement of his hand around her wrists, and a subtle movement of his feet with the music, he slowly angles her about until her back is facing him, and the distance between the two of them closes.

Petra Emreis has posed:
"So is this your usual approach?" Petra questions, tilting her head ot the side as they continue their movements. "Play it cool, say you don't dance, lure some unsuspecting tourist onto the dance floor and show off to make the rest of us feel bad?"

It could be both, as far as eyes were drawn, but clearly the woman didn't really seem to mind. Either that, or she hadn't noticed entirely, but it hardly mattered.

Suddenly her wrist was released, but she was turned away from the mountain of a man to suddenly find her back close enough that a simply lean would cause contact or her hips or shoulders.

"If nothing else, you're confident!"

Juggernaut has posed:
    "You got me -all- wrong, toots." His voice, while subdued, was still deep and resonant enough for her to hear as he looms over her shoulder. He grins down at her now, eyes roaming briefly over her once more.

    "Believe it or not, I don't -have- a usual approach. You're cute, I was diggin' your accent. Bought you a drink... and here we are..." As he speaks, he continues those subtle motions of his large body, keeping in time with her's and the music.

    The distance betweem them had now closed. His hips were pressed slightly against her's, but it was a very subtle thing, having happened naturally with the movements of their dance.

    He takes her wrists into his hands once more in a slow motion that moves with the beat, rising them up gently over her head as he does so, before gently clasping both of her small wrists inside his large hand, while his other hand falls back to his side.

Petra Emreis has posed:
Height alone made it a stretch, there were a couple of feet difference in their height! Of course, that might simply mean she'd have to allow herself to stand on the points of her toes for a moment...and yet it didn't seem to throw her off-balance in the slightest, especially with his form to brace against.

"Simple guy, simple approach huh?" Petra muses, giving a little laugh. "Nothing wrong with that but..."

She exhales a breath, turning her head to watch him over her shoulder. "I am decidedly complicated, most of the time..."

Juggernaut has posed:
    The looming Cain Marko gives her a charming, almost giddy smile as she turns to watch him over her shoulder.

    He continues to move with her, the proximity of their bodies causing a gentle bit of friction. He continues to hold her hands aloft directly abover he head, holding both of her wrists in one of his large hands. His grip is not so tight that she couldn't force herself free, but with the natural size difference, the grip was still strong.

    Taking further note of the size difference, and seeing her on her tiptoes, Cain decides to lower his frame - just enough to be at the right height so that their hips align, which necessitates a gentle spread of his legs so that the close-contact proximity between his front and her back can remain at the same level.

    "You're a complicated gal, huh? Just so happens I like complicated gals."

Petra Emreis has posed:
That shift and friction was entirely noted, earning a little shift of her form before she finally reaches a hand back, letting it brush his head as they continue to dance. Either that, or she was technically dancing with him as a 'prop' or accessory, but close as they were she somewhat doubted it bothered anyone.

She finally turns, making to face the hulking figure at his words and give a little giggle. "That would make you stranger, and far less sensible than most Cain."

Pressing close for a moment, she finally extends herself out to arm-length and cranes her head up to face the large mutant. "As lines go, it's probably not the worst one I've ever heard. I suppose someone as tough as you, a 'Juggernaut' isn't all that scared of much. Even a girl like me..."

Juggernaut has posed:
    Cain grins down at her for a moment. "I never claimed to be sensible. And strange? Well, I dunno. I guess in some ways." That grin widens into a full on playful smile, showing a mouth full of large but perfectly straight teeth.

    "Nah. I ain't afraid of nothin'. Not even a girl like you... whatever that means." The grin remains, and he still slowly moves himself along with the music, although it's a bit less of a focus now.

    "Tell you what toots. I am gettin' tired of this joint. Why don't I buy your drink to go, and we can get outta here and go somewhere... quiet?"

Petra Emreis has posed:
"You're pretty much the height of me one and half times," Petra points out, giving a little laugh. "Strange might be understated, but..."

     The girl shifts now, gesturing towards the bar and then shrugging her shoulders. "Strange is another word for interesting, right? And I did say we'd only dance until you were sick of it." She'd been lead onto the floor with him holding her wrist. This time, she's drawing him to follow her back towards the counter with a beckoning of her finger. "I could use the drink, and we're probably drawing a look or two."

Juggernaut has posed:
    "Oh, doll. I doubt they are lookin' at me. I mean, I know I am glorious and all that..." A bit of mock arrogance that isn't hard to pick up on. ".... but you're the one that's easy on the eyes. REAL easy."

    He follows her easily enough, not needing much convincing to do so. Naturally he lags behind just enough that his eyes can get a full roaming over her form from behind.

    As they approach the bar, he grabs his keg-tankard that was still there and seemingly refilled. He takes several long drags from it, mentioning to the barkeep to get Petra another drink.

    She is brought another of the same - an ice cold screwdriver, which is slid down the bar towards her.

Petra Emreis has posed:
A snerk, the white-haired woman gives a little shrug at that before gesturing to herself lightly. "I mean, that's kinda the point...isn't it?" she questions, "Places like this are mostly here for people to have a little fun, draw an eye or two and feel better about ourselves."

     Of course, as her hands come to claim her drink and raise it to her lips she glances sidelong to the mountain of a mutant with the keg in his hands. "I suppose you probably don't worry about it too much. I used to be a lot more concerned, with people looking and staring at...well..." a trail off, her fingers flick to point at the scar on her cheek before her shoulders shrug. "Then I just started leaving a button undone, found that it wasn't as much of a thing."
     She was probably joking...probably.