11654/At Da Club

At Da Club
Date of Scene:	22 June 2020
Location:	Club Evolution, Mutant Town
Synopsis:	Friends gathering at Club Evolution for talks of fashion, music and a family bombshell. Shannon sang the blues, Andrea did some pop-rock, Nevada ate everyone's food.
Cast of Characters:	Rage, Pixie, Nightingale, Detective Chimp, Barghest, Duncan MacLeod, Cannonball, Icarus

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Rage has posed:
It's a beautiful afternoon and Andrea is currently at the Club to meet with Sam and talk about an upcoming show. As usual, she brings a next level of excitement with her in the form of the paparazzi who just 'had' to get a few shots of her before she went inside. Hopoefully by now, James has shooed them away. Sometimes having a huge body guard comes in handy.

Currently she is at the bar, sipping on a water and listening to some playback music over the speakers of her current single which is an aggressive beat. Her fingers drum along the top of the table as she sways a bit side to side, imagining herself out on the dance floor. Her head tilts one side, listening carefully, then taps in a few notes on her phone. Tweak the bass. Adjust the frequency. Nitpicking.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn hasn't been to the club in a while and she was eager to reunite with Andrea after such a long absence. Megan is really enjoying the summer sunshine too and is wearing another cute green summery dress that flares out at the hips but it otherwise pretty simple, just above knee-length, light and sleeveless, perfect for a warm summer day.

She steps into the club, stepping her foot in beat to the music playing with a soft smile as she peers around. Sadly, Megan is still not old enough to order a drink so when she slides up to the bar, she orders a root beer instead (as if shee needed more sugar!).

Rage has posed:
Giving a grin to Megan, Andrea lifts a hand and waves to her, then slides over to sit next to her. She's wearing a pair of skinny jeans with several tears along it, as well as a hot pink t-shirt that says: Mutie Cutie on it. "Hey you. I got an idea. You wanna model for my new fashion line I'm tip-toeing into? Mutant fashion. For mutants, made by mutants. Made in America." She swishes her finger under her chest and the words on her shirt. "Ta da? What do you think?"

She gets a refill of her water as well, giving her a grin. "How you been doing fellow graduate? Gimme some gossip. I got some of my own. Last night was a mind breaker for me. But, you go first."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn beams and waves to Andrea, shuffling over. "Hiii Andrea! How's it going? Isn't this music fabo? I mean, not as good as yours but...!" she giggles. "Ooh, modelling? I'd love to. That'd be soooo much fun!"

Megan giggles, "Oooh I didn't even know you did a fashion line, I sooo wanna see your latest designs! Now that it's summer, and I'm a college student, my wardrobe needs a major overhaul!"

She shrugs as she takes a sip of her root beer. "Well, I thought I'd take a break before going back to classes, but guess what? I finally got accepted into X-men! Isn't that awesome? Now I just have to manage not to mess up in front of the professionals!" she giggle,s "HOw about you, figured out what college you and Jay are going to yet?"

Rage has posed:
"This is actually my song." Andrea laughs as she points up to the speakers. "It's one of my new singles. Does it suck? Be serious. I know it's not my typical blend of pop-stuff. I'm trying to be a little bit more adult and harder with this single. I was just in a mood when I wrote it."

She is all grins, not even the least bit offended. She'd rather take critque from a friend rather than a stranger who will just lie to her face and gush about a song if it's not good. "Yeah, this is a test shirt. I'm working with a small team of designers and we're trying to find some cute slogans and designs. You're hot and your wings will make any photo-shoot just pop. I'll let you know when we smooth things out. I really want to do an urban shoot around mutant town and at least one of the bridges. The one with all the graffiti."

"Far as college goes, yeah. Jay and I are both attending NYU in the fall. I believe he landed on sound engineering and I'm going to do film and production. I really want to get into film making, broadway, that type of creative stuff for when my music career comes to an end." She is all grins at the news though. "Congrats on getting into the X-Men! Mister Summers and Miss Grey approached Jay and I about going in with you, but being a superhero was never our thing. I knew you'd make it though. You were the best of the best, Megan. I'm glad all that hard work paid off."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn ooohs, eyes widening in surprise as she really listen to the song and starts to realize that hey, that voice is familiar! "Eeek! Is this a new song? I haven't heard this one before!" she giggles and shakes her head.

"No waaay, this is awesome!" she's still tapping her foot to the beat, eager to dance. Y'know, I only added that last part because I didn't want you to feel bad that I liked this song too." she grins. Megan has never been good at lying anyway.

As for her appearance, Megan just giggles and blushes a bit. She's not exactly 'beautiful' or even 'pretty' but she IS attractive and that's largely due to the bright pink hair and colorful fairy wings. "Thanks!"

As for Andrea and Jay she nods and smiles, "Well that's awesome! I'm glad that you two get to go to the same university and all, although...We'll really miss you at the school. I hope you'll come visit occasionally.."

Rage has posed:
There is a loud snort from Andrea as she gives her friend a playful push on the shoulder. "Yeah, it's my new single. It's not out yet. I'm running it through Sam's speakers so I can see how it hits for the crowd. I'm releasing it in a few weeks. It's called Alpha." There's an amused look on her face.

"I will. I'll visit when I can. I'm not going to do any huge tours and I'm only focusing on school and my relationship with Jay. So, plenty of time to hang out. But now that you're a free man, you can hang out with us at the condo! Annnd.. uh... you can meet my .. twin brother. Nevada."

"Which, is my part of the gossip. I found out I have a twin.. uh.. found out that my dad is /not/ my dad, and.. my mother got knocked up by a demon in exchange of saving her life when she should have died overseas at war when she was with the Marines."

Her jaw shifts a bit as she says that, then tucks her hair back behind her ear. "So, you know. I'm in one of those stages of denial where I'm just putting on this brave face and /totally/ not breaking down in public and trying to come to terms that for the last eighteen years, my whole life was a lie. So .. hooray! But, my brother is cute, so you know, if you want his number."

Nightingale has posed:
     It's just about that hour, the relatively quiet time in the club between afternoon, and a later opening. The time of preparations in the back room, bar, and kitchen for the evening ahead--and the time of sound checks on stage. A familiar winged figure is on the stage at the keyboard, improvising a classic blues lick. Her hair's pulled back in a partial ponytail, with some left long and loose down her back. There is, of course, the thin, glacier-blue braid with three little silver beads, that has been kept up since just before Thanksgiving. She's dressed in a simple black cropped peasant top that leaves most of her midriff bare--rather daring for the mutant girl--a red and gold tribal print broomstick skirt that swishes and flows around her ankles even as she is sitting, and a pair of simple black wedge heel sandals. Her wings are shifting about, bobbing and moving slowly in time with the music flowing from her fingertips, a sound that wound not be out of place in a BB King concert of yore.

Rage has posed:
As Megan excuses herself to tend to a chore, Andrea goes back to tapping away at her phone as she compiles the rest of her notes for her new single. She'll make sure to pass it on to Sam's sound team later. Picking up her bottle of water, she swivels about in the chair and looks over towards the stage and where Shannon is at. Offering up a smile, she lifts her free hand upwards for a quick wave, but otherwise doesn't interrupt her.

Her eyes glance down now and again at some of the notifications she is receiving on her phone, nose wrinkling as she swipes to the left to make them vanish. Not right now, mom. Can't deal with you. Though she has on her usual bright smile, there is the frayed edges of sanity tickling the corners of her eyes and her lips. Stress.

Her ears focus on Shannon's music, trying to ward away bad thoughts of strangling her mother and just losing herself in the cozy vibe of the Blues.

Nightingale has posed:
     It had grown easier for Shannon over time to focus on the music and not on happenings beyond the stage. At least she didn't spook when someone she knew--or anyone at all, really--happened to show up when she was helping out with the sound check. So for a moment, she didn't think anything of it when Andrea was the one waving to her. She raises one wing in lieu of a wave, to keep the sounds coming.

     But there was something about that smile.

     Something was amiss.

     She'd seen it before, earlier in the school year. This was someone she'd seen turn into an 8 foot tall raging werewolf to protect her home, get patched up later on, and go back to her studies as if nothing had happened.

     So what could be upsetting her now?

     "Hey, Andrea," she calls out, offering a light smile. "Got any blues in your repertoire?" The message was clear. Think of music for the moment. Take a second to set whatever it was aside and re-center.

     Music was good for that sometimes.

Rage has posed:
Glancing upwards from her phone, Andrea slides her finger along the DND button, then tucks it into her pocket. "Blues? I have a bunch on my phone that I listen to once in awhile. Like, older blues. Stuff my grandparents would listen to. I'm not familiar with some of the current artists these days. Probably should .. I like the genre. Nina Simone is a favorite of mine."

Rising upwards, she smooths down her hot pink shirt, then ties the corner of it into a knot so that it shows off a hint of skin, along with the deep scarring that drops down beneath the seam of her denim. "You going to bust out some Elvis?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Wrinkling her nose, Shannon shakes her head vigorously, laughing. "Ugh, no way! I was thinking more the BB King type of stuff. Can't stand Elvis." She glances briefly at the scarring on the popstarlet's midsection, nodding very subtly. She remembered the day that had happened. "Heh, cute shirt. Kind of the idea we were talking about on graduation day, fashion and all that." Her outfit didn't look off the rack, by any means.

     "Nina Simone, huh? Didn't she do a cover of 'I Put A Spell On You' at one point?"

Rage has posed:
"Thanks. I'm working with a few artists and designrs on a clothing brand. Mutie Cutie. For Mutants, by Mutants. Just a small team with a couple pieces of clothing. Nothing crazy, but I figured it may be fun to dip my toes into it." Andrea says as she gives a smile. "I'll toss some over your way at the school when I drop by. I remember your sizes from our mall trips. You can give me some feedback on them later."

"Yeah, Nina did that song. It's not my faovrite one though of hers. I remember when Sonique did a cover of it. So did Annie Lennox, which is /amazing/ by the way, and also Marilyn Manson." Her brows lift up a bit, amused. "Which was.. uh.. you know.. interesting.."

Her fingers dance in the air as if tapping a piano. "My favorite song of Nina's is called Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles and nods. "Yeah that was kind of the idea, a clothing line by mutants for mutants. You did say it was pretty competitive, guess that's lesson one." Her smile's rueful and she shrugs, ruffling her wings a bit. "Sounds good, I can try modeling some of them if you like, or maybe design a piece or two. I still train pretty hard, same as you remember from school, so I've kept my figure despite all the mac 'n cheese." She smiles a bit wider, shaking her head a bit to make the little braid bob about. "Been back to the hair stylist you showed Gwen and I just before Thanksgiving, too. Kind of my monthly indulgence, to keep that little braid up."

     The song title Andrea rattles off gets a grin from her and she nods. "If that's the same one that The Animals did, I'm down with that."

Rage has posed:
"It's pretty competitive, yeah. I was actually working on this for a few months now, scrapbooking, talking to two artists and an investor. But I was serious about taking your designs and showing them off. You know.. to my people." Andrea says with a amused grin. "I would love to have them work with you if you wanted to. I'm not making any money from it, any profits I would receive is going right into charity. I was thinking this could be like a limited edition release, and if it actually gains real interest, I'd let someone else take it over." She hints as her head bobs towards her. "But I did show them a picture of your dress from graduation and my artist Elise went bananas over it. I was going to poke you later and give you her email."

"But if you want to model, I'm also cool with that. You're beautiful. I looped in Megan also. Will be cool to see what types of styles we can get that works with wings. Make sure they are comfortable. Easy to put on. Stylish."

"Yup, that's the same song. Believe it was on Kill Bill. That ninja fighting movie with the blonde lady and the sword. My mother loves that.." She trails off a bit, her lips pressing together for a long moment. "If you know the lyrics, wanna sing it to me? You got the pipes for it."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon nods, and smiles, tucking a stray wisp of gold escaping its confines behind her ear. "Could give that a shot, yeah. It's kind of why I took up sewing in the first place. If you've looped Megan in, I can work with her since we both have different types of wings, they'd have slightly different needs. Two totally different styles fashion-wise, too. She tends to go for the real cutesy, fairy-like dresses and stuff, and I tend to go more bohemian chic. Not real fond of urban styles." She blinks slowly, looking at Andrea with real surprise widening her pale azure eyes. "Seriously? She went that nuts over the dress? Hell, if she wants to see it, we can meet up and I'll just wear the piece for her. Could work up some designs to show her, too. Like this one I'm wearing now. Only thing I didn't make was the shoes."

     She shakes her head slowly, and begins with the opening chords of 'Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood', Animals style. "Don't know the movie, but the song, yeah." She cracks a smile, and chuckles. "Not going to doubt you about the pipes again. I'm probably the only person who can claim to have sung for the man of steel both dead... and alive."

     With that, she launches into the first verse of the song, her alto voice low, and with a husky note to it for the blues.

"Baby, do you understand me now?
Sometimes I feel a little mad
But don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel
When things go wrong I feel real bad.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood..."

Rage has posed:
As she swivels in the chair, Andrea eases herself back against the bar, folding one leg over the other. Cradling her bottle of water in her hands, she brushes her thumb along the lip of it to remove a bit of moisture still clinging to the plastic.

Her lips give a brief twitch of amusement at the Superman line. She remembers the funeral. Also remembers being screamed at by a child in spandex that day. That was a weird day for her, and social media. As she listens to Shannon sing, she tilts her head to one side wolfishly as she trains herself upon the notes, how they're hit, the rasp of her voice. She bobs her head slowly in appreciation.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp comes walking into the place looking around. He chews lightly on his unlit cigar. The monkey makes his way to the bar and climbs up on a stool, looking a bit haggard and says to the bar tender "Beer, with a whiskey kicker." He will ask, and takes a moment looking about the room.

Rage has posed:
As she listens to Shannon, Andrea tunes most of the world out so that she can focus on the music. Humming to herself along with the lyrics, she gives a small smile. Though, any time a monkey walks into a bar and it's not the start of a punchline, it will surely grab anyone's attention.

Especially when they ask for a beer.

There is a 'slow' turn of Andrea's head from the stage towards the detective, brows lifting upwards. She gives a glance down at her water as if to make sure she wasn't spiked, then back towards the primate. Well, he /could/ be a mutant. Mutant ape. That's not too weird. Right?

She offers up a smile towards him, then gives a glance back towards Shannon on the stage as she sings a Nina Simone hit from the old days of Blues.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp looks over and and nods back. He hmmms and says "Waitress, and got cords, not bad." He will comment on Shannon's singing "You ever sing anything like that or you sticking to the pop shi...." He remembers the girl is young and not wanting to piss her off right off "Stuff."

Rage has posed:
There's a slow frown forming upon Andrea's face. She's trying to determine if she just got insulted. The wolf in her wants to leap out of her throat. Taking a sip from the water bottle, she clears her chest with a 'ahem'. "I like the Blues." She says as she swirls the water about in her bottle. "I don't just sing 'pop shit' all the time. Sometimes in the shower, I like to sing Ice Cube."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp smirks a bit and does not seem upset. He does raise a brow a bit to the way the woman reacts seeming to read something in her perhaps. He will take a sip of the beer, and shoot the whiskey. "Just to much machine and not enough feeling in most of todays music, does not have the magic of the older stuff, but then I may just be an old monkey who does not like change."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Shit. You can say it. Shame on me, I've heard and used worse." Shannon chuckles and lifts her chin in a greeting to the Detective as she draws out the blues-y lick between verses of 'Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood'. "I sing and write what I like. If it's pop, it's pop. If it's blues, it's blues. If it's movie soundtrack, then that's cool too." She doesn't seem to be on duty at the moment, though, and is just enjoying the sound checks. "Nothing wrong with the classic stuff." Her voice keeps that husky, edgy tone, well-suited to jazz and blues, as she continues on with the song.

"Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And sometimes it seems that, all I have to do is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood...."

Rage has posed:
"The seventies created music involving machines. You know, Disco." Andrea says in regards to his being old comment. She props her chin up in the palm of her hand as she rest herself against the bar. "Which is also great music. As long as people enjoy it, that's what makes music special. It's not the instrument, it's the execution." She is at least sure he won't ask her for an autograph. So, there's that. Though, there's a storm brewing under the surface now as she gives a tighter squeeze to her water bottle briefly before taking another sip.

She just listens to Shannon and the way she delivers the bluesy classic, trying to descalate a bit. Twithcy twitch.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp smiles a bit and says "I cam more into my musical taste in the late 50s and early 60s, and then found myself accepted a lot more in places where other people were not accepted so blues houses turned out to be a steady place for me. "Good music, good booze, and good people. I will give them credit here, two out of three here aint bad, and the music is ok."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon frowns a little bit, looking just a tiny bit insulted. She /was/ singing the blues, damn it! And this was her adoptive older brother's club that was being put down! Though her frown is only a slight one, her wings begin to spread out to their full span, her feathers decidedly ruffled. She attacks the chords of the song with particular ferocity, continuing on with the bridge of the song....

     ...and then letting the notes fade. Very calmly, she pushes back from the keyboard, rises to her feet, and takes a bow, clearing the stage. "I'd say the sound check worked out okay."

Rage has posed:
"You sounded incredible, Shannon." Andrea calls out as she gives a round of applause for her once the song comes to an end. "Nina Simone woulda gushed over it, really." She gives a glance over towards the Monkey with a wolfish scowl upon her face, followed by a 'snort' as her chin lifts upwards. "You have a great range. You're just born in the wrong decade, you know. You'd have killed it during that era."

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp does clap a bit himself, as he did say he liked the blues, it was part of what started the conversation. He looks over to Shannon "You got pipes Wings." He looks back to Andrea, and says "As you said people like what they like and that's the important part.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Andrea here's got the pipes. I'm just a pale attempt at her caliber of musician." Shannon shrugs, and grins a bit sheepishly. "Thanks for sticking up for me that last time, by the way. Though I haven't had too much trouble with handsy customers recently... there'll always be one sooner or later."

Rage has posed:
"Handsy customers?" Andrea says with a protective rumble in her throat as she brushes some hair back behind her ear. "Someone tried to pull something on you?" She puts the bottle of water back on the bar, screwing the cap on again tightly. "Customers, as in .. plural, or just a drunk jerk?"

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp looks over to Andrea and says "Some Jack ass, I thought I was going to have to threaten to bite his nose off, but the girl here put him in his place, and I did not have to go all Cheeta on his ass." He looks over to the bartender "Refill both please."

Nightingale has posed:
     "That time, yeah, it was just a single customer, guy was in his cups." Shannon shrugs, and chuckles, flexing her fingers and cracking her knuckles. "I... strongly discouraged him. Not exactly a damsel in distress. There was another some months ago, but Bean pretty well put that one in his place." She heads over to the bar to order her favorite root beer float, looking quite content to indulge in one of her favorite tastes of summer.

Rage has posed:
Nodding her head, Andrea says, "True, you're a badass when you want to be. Good to hear you weren't hurt." Sliding her phone back out of her pocket, she turns off DND and looks back down at the list of notifications that she has missed. She flicks a few away with her finger, nose wrinkling up. "So, you two know each other?" She says as she glances between the two of them. "I'm Andrea." She introduces herself.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp nods and holds his hand out to Andrea and says "Detective Chimp." He offers her one of his cards. "Yea, I came in here a couple weeks back, had a job brought me into the area, and decided to get a drink. I am back now considering a satellite office.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon chuckles and shrugs, smoothing down her feathers with her fingers. "I can be, Andrea. Doesn't mean I prefer to be. But if I have to... hit hard, hit fast, end an encounter quick and preferably without getting anyone seriously hurt." Glancing over to the Detective, she lofts her eyebrows, and smiles. "Oh? That's good news, then, glad to hear you'll be sticking around. Oh, hey, if either of you know of any nice places sort of in the area, I finally convinced my family to move out of Connecticut, to somewhere a little more mutant-friendly."

Barghest has posed:
Something wicked this way comes. Well sort of, it's really a point of view thing.

Having been on the trail of a certain young star, Nevada made his slow way towards Club Evo. He's dressed in typical, casual streetwear of jeans, a white shirt, and an open button down shirt of faded black with folded sunglasses hanging out of the breast pocket.

He'd paused at the entrance, dark eyes turned up towards the signage: Everyone is welcome. Leave your troubles behind. He gives a quick huff of amusement as he passes under it as he apparently finds something about it amusing. As he steps into the club proper with his slow, stiff steps, the young man starts scanning the crowd with his nose turned faintly up. "...where are you, wheeeere arre you?" He mutters under his breath before he squints through the crowd.

Rage has posed:
Being that it's later in the afternoon, the club isn't in full swing just yet. Just some casuals catching some drinks and food before the real population shows up to party. Andrea, Shannon and a Detective can be seen at the bar engaged in conversation. The popstar is dressed in a pink 'mutie cutie' shirt and skinny jeans with slashes along the legs, white sneakers.

Reaching out with her hand, she takes DC's hand in hers, giving it a quick squeeze and shake. "Detective Chimp, huh?" She's seen everything now.

When Shannon brings up her family moving, she says, "I can get you in touch with my real-estate agent if you want. Her name is Lori and she's a mutant. If you want mutant friendly in New York City, the Boho section is up and coming, but expensive. Also the crowds are really young, so I'm not sure if they'll want to be around a lot of noise and party. If they're more the suburban type, I'm sure Lori can help you guys find something quiet and white pickety just outside the city limits."

At the sight of Nevada making his way into the club, she gives a pause in conversation, her body growing more alert as her dark eyes take him in. She lets out a slow breath from between her pressed lips, raising her chin up a bit.

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp looks over to Andrea noticing the shift in posture, and will follow her gaze "Ex, or something more serious?" He will ask, his voice tone changing to a much more serious business tone, as if he is used to having to deal with problems in a bar. He does move from sitting to standing on the stool. It does not change his height much but does give him more possibilities.

Nightingale has posed:
     Smiling with gratitude, Shannon nods. "Thanks! If you've got that number, I can pass that on to them. We were in the suburbs, a town called Waterford, so I'm not too sure being right in the middle of the city would really be their thing. But who knows, they could surprise me."

     Andrea's change in posture, and her sudden silence is not lost on the winged teen, who glances about to seek out the source of her discomfiture. Her wings begin to spread out, her fingers flexing and her whole posture becoming that of the fighter Andrea has seen at times during the past year. "I've got ya," she murmurs to the older girl.

Barghest has posed:
Nevada does take note of Andrea and those next to her. There's a faint tilt of his head to one side as he observe the mutters and body language shifts, but the potential that he's not wanted doesn't seem to bother him one whit as he makes his way over. As he approaches, it's easier to see that he's not walking normally. It's more like someone who recently had hip or back surgery.

"Hey, Andrea and you guys too." He says, not unfriendly, though the bulk of his attention is on Andrea. "Saw you posted you were here and I was nearby on a job, figured I'd stop by after to say hi and... ya know, other social stuff I guess."

Rage has posed:
Shannon's phone 'dings' with a contact for Lori being texted over as Andrea's fingers brush along the screen of her keyboard. Lori looks like a stay at home mom in her 40's from the profile picture. Big smile. Wouldn't know she's a mutant. Her email, phone number and website is on it.

"No." She responds to the Detective. "It's not my Ex. He's my twin brother." That will be news to Shannon, as Andrea was always an only child. It's even in her Wiki. There has never been the talk of a brother, sister, sibling. No where in the news. Definitely not in conversation. But, despite the fact the young man has a cripple's gait, there is definitely similiar traits between them.

"Hey, Nevada. Yeah, I guess I did tweet about it earlier. My friend owns the place and I like to give him a boost in customers when I can. This is my best friend, Shannon." She says with a tilt of her head towards the angel. "We went to school together." At the mention of his job, she furrows her brows a bit. "I see. I take it.. that.. they got to where they're supposed to go okay?"

Detective Chimp has posed:
Detective Chimp hmms and will sit back down to nurse his booze letting the kids talk, but being a detective he is surely listening in.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's brows loft, arching and inching upwards at a fairly rapid rate. "Twin brother...? So, which one's Luke, which one's Leia?" Yeah, letting the nerd creds show. Though still wary, she glances over at Nevada, frowning with concern as she notes his gait and his stance. Though she relaxes a little bit, she still stays fairly close by to Andrea--a hand that could heal... or protect. "Gotta ask... is there anything I can do to help you out there?"

Barghest has posed:
"Yeup, or else I'd be in a meeting with loss prevention and those guys are just the worst. Which is saying something." Nevada says as he shambles himself up onto a bar stool with a grimace, muttering something about seat width. "Eh, I'm more like the gibbering critter in Jabba's palace. I snicker inappropriately and steal your snacks when you're not watching."

At the proper introduction, he looks over towards Shannon and gives her a quick grin and a waggle of his fingers. "Good to meetcha, Shannon. Nice wings, and I mean it. I've seen a lot, but they're all the standard issue sort. No fun when there's no variety." Poor fool. Judging by his honest-seeming expressions, he probably thinks he's being charming. "Eh? Oh! The limp thing? I wish, but sometimes life just likes to remind you right out of the proverbial gate that it hates you. Don't worry about it, I'm used to it."

He props up his chin in his hand then with an elbow on the bar, drawling, "Sooooo, am I interrupting anything at all?"

Rage has posed:
There is a slight mutter from Andrea, something along the lines of needing to up her medication. She pinches her brows together with a pair of fingers. "I haven't put on a gold bikini yet, I can't be Leia." She takes in a deep breath, then lets it out.

"So, uh.. Shannon. Nevada here.. um.. is an escort for the dead. So.. you know.. the guy who pushes a button for you on an elevator? Up or down. He's who you will see.. um.. when you die.. so.. he's met a lot of angels." She inches back into her seat next to her brother, staring at him for a long moment before she gives a glance over towards the bar tender. "Can you get him a .. whatever he wants." She says with a motion of her hand. "I'll pay. Wings also please."

"He is a hell-hound. Like, the biblical sense. Our /father/, whom I just found out about last night is a demon who knocked my mother up when she was dying on the battlefield. Romantic, right? She had twins. So, this is like.. TMZ breaking news.. as of .. yesterday."

She gives a click of her tongue against her teeth. ".. He's.. gonna be staying with me. Jay is thrilled." Not thrilled.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Ah, so he's akin to Anubis. Or Charon." Yeah, someone was up on their mythology. Shannon inclines her head, listening to Andrea's tale. Her cheeks go lightly rose at the compliment to her wings, which almost immediately furl themselves around in front of her like a protective, feathery cocoon, hiding the lower half of her face. "So umm... will I be needing to memorize the Book of the Dead? Because that's a hella big book." She lifts her root beer float, and smiles behind her wings. "Maybe when I'm done with this one?" Leaning over towards Andrea, she whispers something.

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"Hey now, I am way better than a liftman!" Nevada says indignantly to Andrea, the reason being she explains. "And I don't bother everyone, just the ones who are a flight risk. Ghosts are bad, m'kay? No book needed. Just think of me as Death's giant border collie, herding the dearly departed sheep until the shepherd comes to collect them."

Oh! Bar tab offer. "Water's good, but snacks! Nachos would be awesome, load them up with everything until the plate creaks. I'm starving." Which brings Nevada to then look to his sibling as she mentions him staying. "So, about that. Yeah. I, um, eat a lot. Like, blacklisted in the Vegas buffet circuit lot. I'm also obviously in and out at all hours. So I don't want to ruin your thing. I can find a spot to sleep anywhere. You also don't gotta blow your single child cover. Anonymity is just fine by me. I can even play the role of your, uh, emotional support dog or whatever if you rather not be seen with me. I *am* adorable and fluffy and Instagram loves cute animals."

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"Oh My God." Andrea mutters as she listens to Nevada talk about how fluffy and adorable he is. She rubs a hand along her face, drawing it down a bit, then sighs heavily. "It's fine. Really. You can stay.. you can have one of my guest rooms. I'm not going public with this and if it does get out, whatever. It's fine. I have great PR people. They'll spin anything and sell a million records with it. I don't care."

As she hears Shannon's whisper, she actually lets out a loud snort of laughter. "Really now? You?" She says as she looks over at her with raised brows. Her eyes glance to her mid-driff revealing shirt, then back to her again. "Alright, cool. I'm down." She says with a grin. "Can come over to our place if you want. I got a fully stocked fridge and no telepaths to catch us."

"I still haven't talked to mom yet about this. I'm still .. angry. I don't even know if dad.. Tom... /dad/ .. knows about this. He thinks I'm his kid."

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     Shannon just grins at Andrea and shrugs. "Just might surprise you," she replies, listening for a moment. The part about her dad, the one she'd always thought of as her dad, not knowing about this part of the family, has her frowning. She reaches over to gently touch Andrea's shoulder, her voice soft. "Look. He might not have sired you biologically, but no matter what, he raised you. You're still his little girl. Family's not always about blood." She smiles, letting that sink in before she continues. "If it was, then I wouldn't have the huge family I gained this year when Sam took me under his wing."

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Detective Chimp looks over and studies Nevada a bit more, and with a more critical eye. He may look more the Salacious Crumb part, but does not feel like bringing it up and glad they didn't "Sorta young for the business, if your the ladies twin." He will say to the boy "Know what type your father was? Could be important, or was they a deal, he ogt you, your mom got the girl?"

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"He can keep on thinking it." Nevada says with a shrug as he waits for food. "It doesn't hurt him not to know, but that's between you and Mom. I already talked to Dad. He said he made a promise and he intends to keep it until Mom lets him end it. He's an ass, but he tries to be a noble one once in awhile."

He looks towards the simian gumshoe then and says, "I was born to the job, though it didn't kick in till I was eight. Knowing what I was, Dad took me. Andrea, being what she is, stayed with Mom. Dad couldn't do the job anymore but he taught me. Now he'll probably skin me next he sees me, potentially literally. Nothing says Happy Father's Day like a wallet made outta your kid's own royally tanned hide, I guess."

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"That's a visual I didn't need." Andrea says as she pulls the basket of wings over, as well as the massive plate of nachos to sit between the small group. "And I know dad is my dad. That's never going to change. I'm just going the many stages of grief and denial. Give me a week."

She reaches for a wing and begins to tear the meat off the bone with her fingers, placing it on a small plate, then picks out another. She's not the type to chew it right off the bone it seems. She nudges the basket over to Shannon as well to snag some food. They're garlic butter wings. The best kind. There is ranch dipping sauce nearby as well.

"So, are you hoping to.. meet mom?" She asks Nevada. "I mean, you did all of this for a reason. You hate your dad or something, I get that. But, are you trying to.. I dunno.. meet her?"

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Detective Chimp reaches into his wallet, and offers the new kid a card "You have problems with your dad give me a call, I have experience dealing with that sorta thing and if I can't help you I know who can. " He hmms and says "Gate guy, I am sure Dan or John either one mightbe willing to give ya ahand.

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Nevada reaches over to steal a wing before the basket goes out of reach and seems to have no concerns with rapidly chewing it off the bone. The card is collected with the other hand. And bless, the arrival of a gargantuan platter of nachos. "Hey, if you want to try and mediate a Maury-class family squabble involving mutants and hellhounds, then I think I'd owe you more than money. That's a special kind of masochism right there. I dunno if I should be impressed or scared."

He looks to Andrea then as he discards the already stripped wing bone to replace it with a mass of loaded chips. "Mom. Yeah. Iiiiii don't know? Like, yeah, I've never *had* a mom. Getting to know one'd be cool, especially my own, but there is a pretty big load of weight. The fact that neither of us were supposed to meet until a completely undetermined time kind of sours the hope it'd go well, ya know? I get it, I guess. Maybe she didn't want a reminder of a big old screw up. Still... ouch."

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"My mother is a raging bitch by the way. She has one eye now. Mutant powers is to create an invisible telekinetic 'wire' which she uses to .. um... you know.. strangle.. people.. to death with. It's why she was one of the best interrogaters in the Marines. She's overprotective. Bossy. Disciplined. I take after my dad more. He's a surgeon. Kind, compassionate, laid back. Loves the 80's." Andrea expains to Nevada as she rubs the back of her neck.

"I think it'd break his heart if he was to find out about all of this. He and mom are yin and yang, but they work really well together. Balance each other out. And I kinda like the whole .. stable family thing. I guess I can have you talk to her if you want. Maybe fly her out."

Andrea, Shannon, Nevada and a Chimp dressed as a gumshoe are at the bar. There is a ton of nachos and wings. Nevada and Andrea are sitting next to each other, with a hint of tension in the air.

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Detective Chimp looksover and says "If they are that close, she may have already told him." He will offer to the two of them. "It would probably be best to check with her before ya made any full decisions. " He will offer, he orders another round but this time, just the whiskey no beer.

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"Yeah, I heard. Apparently that's why dad took a shine to her, never saw anything like it. Also why he ran into her in the first place." Nevada says with one of those shrugs that suggests he's just the messenger. After a mouthful of chips are consumed, he adds, "I guess if she wants to talk we can. Like I said, I ain't out to turn your family life on its head. I just... ya know, wanted to meet you.

More chips go down his gullet, washed away by plain old bar water. "As for your dad, I say let him stay ignorant. Life's short, there's no sense making it more miserable when it wouln't accomplish anything. He sounds like a good guy. Like he said though," He gestures towards Chimp, "It's her call. Thane'll talk to her if she wants, but otherwise he's been clear he's staying out of it if she wants him too. Guess he figured he screwed it all up enough."

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"I love how you say you didn't want to flip my world upside down, but yet you show up out of the blue and flip my world upside down." Andrea says with a smirk towards Nevada. She pauses for a moment in thought, then takes her phone out. She shuffles next to Nevada and curls an arm around his shoulders as she leans in. Holding the phone up, she snaps a selfie of herself and him, flashing a wry grin.

As she leans back, she launches her mother's text message up and sends the photo. If anyone is peeking, they would see her mother left about a hundred messages without a response from her. Most of them range in various creative curse words and pleads to contact her. As the 'text dots' begin to pop up on the screen, signaling a response, she just tucks her phone back away.

"I'm not going to tell my dad. That's on her. I'm not going to be the bad guy in that situation."

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     Though there is nothing about Duncan that seems remotely uncomfortable in his surroundings, he really is the sort to stand out in the sense he doesn't really fit in to the place. Who ever really fits anywhere. Maybe he's dressed a little too nice, maybe it's just something in the way he carries himself. Regardless, he looks the place over with a quick glance and a nod of approval.
     Mindful of others around him, Duncan makes his way towards the bar for the time being. Where there is a few empty barstools he selects the middle one to rest a moment, leaning his back against the bar to look around the room for the time being. No VIP here, well not that he indicates by his behavior. ID? That's a laugh, but he does show his and orders something before settling to people watch for a few minutes.

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     Shannon snags a wing from the basket, chuckling as she nibbles on it. "You've gotta appreciate the irony of someone with wings eating a wing like this," she says, grinning as she enjoys the garlicky, buttery treat. When she hears about Nevada and his appetite, she tilts her head. "You know... if y'all like, I could pop back in the kitchen here, poke at the cooks to make up some of those potato skins ole I gave them the recipe for. They went over well here. Potato skins stuffed with salsa, cheese, green onions, and sour cream, with a little slice of jalapeno on top."

     Family talk has her just listening for a few minutes, enjoying the snacks right along with everyone else. As Duncan makes his way over to the bar, she lifts her chin in an up-nod of greeting, one wing extended in something of a wave.

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Megan Gwynn had been around the club earlier, although a rather mysterious phonecall had sent her off to take care off..Something. She hadn't returned for an hour or so, but return she did, having wanted to hear more about Andrea's new fashion line.

And lo and behold, the nightclub's already picking up with even more people, and with any luck, Megan might just get to hear another one of Andrea's lively songs.

She smiles and taps her foot to whatever beat may be playing right now as she heads towards the dancefloor. Dressed still in a cute but simple sleeveless summer dress of bright green and flared at the hips, she looks ready to party!

Now if she can only get some other people out on the dance floor with her.

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"Well, it's kinda hard to just gently tilt it to one side with news like this." Nevada says to Andrea with a snort. "But hey, I showed up at *your* door and not theirs, so I tried minimizing the damage. You're welcome." Oh! Picture time. Quick confused smile on pure reflex, check. And it's going to... "Oh. Yeah, I ain't getting any more in the middle of it. Nope."

Shannon's commentary about wing-on-wing consumption brings a chuckle from him. "Hey, survival of the fittest. An eagle ain't gonna pity a finch because they both have feathers. Fair warning, though, never invite me to Thanksgiving - er, not to make a bird pun there - or any food-related gathering. My stomach is a black hole and there is no off switch. But as an answer: I will eat pretty much anything you wanna throw at me. Like to cook out of boredom? I'm your favorite garbage can to save you those calories."

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"He really is a garbage disposal of food. He'll put a Whole Foods out of business in an afternoon." Andrea says with an amused grin to Nevada. "But I do love those skins if you wanna put an order in. I'm paying, just keep it coming. My credit card is a black hole as well. I just keep writing them off as business expenses." They 'did' talk about modeling and fashion earlier.

Oh! There's Megan. As she spies the winged girl dancing, she gives Nevada a nudge. "That's my other best friend, Megan. She calls herself Pixie. She has this pink dust power that makes you trip balls and giggle a lot. Like eating adult brownies. It's really cool." Lifting a hand upwards, she tries to wave in Megan's direction, even using the flash on her camera to try and catch her attention.

"So, I have to do a song. Promised the owner I would do a couple live ones tonight, seeing how I did advertise and all." She smirks at Nevada, then slides out of the chair.

"You walk dead people to an elevator. Now you get to see what I can do." She calls over her shoulder.

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Detective Chimp will finish his beer, and looks to the others "Well I got an appointment it was nice meeting you." He nods to the group and pays his bill before heading on his way.

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     Mindful of his surroundings, Duncan offers a polite nod in return to the greeting Shannon offers on his approach. He pauses on Andrea's face for a few seconds, maybe trying to place her or something. He turns back towards the bartender who gives him a glass of something amber in color. He thanks the man and rolls his wrist a few times to swirl the drink.

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     Shannon nods, grinning to Andrea. "Maybe an order or two for each of us. I'm ravenous tonight. Or if we're going whole hog, I'll just tell them to keep 'em comin'." Which, in the end, is what she winds up doing. As the Detective is leaving, she waves a farewell to him. "Hey, no being a stranger, okay?" To Megan, she waves, and smiles, but turns her attention towards the stage, where Andrea's about to perform, keeping quiet for the moment.

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"Shit, now I want brownies." Mutters Nevada as he looks past Andrea and to Megan to see who she's talking about. His face quickly scrunches up though and he looks back to Andrea, "There is no elevator!"

Towards the Detective he gives a nod of his head. "Have a good one." He does spy Duncan sitting over there too, but then Andrea is saying it's time to sing. "Hey, I can finally hear you in real life instead of a recording. Awesome." And he does sound genuinely happy about that. Or maybe it's just there's less competition for the nachos now, which he pulls just a little closer.

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Megan Gwynn continues to dance and twirl, although as Andrea climbs out of her seat, she smiles and waves to her. "Hii! Are you gonna perform now? I'm soooo sorry I ran off on you earlier, something came up...But I'm back now!" she giggles and closes her eyes to spin and twirl some more..

Unfortunately the faerie girl is totally distracted by Andrea headed to the stage that she's not watching where she is going and gets bumped into by another clutzy, but less friendly looking goth girl. The girl glares at Megan and shoves back hard.

With a surprised 'meep!' Megs stumbles headlong into Duncan, probably with enough force to perhaps spill his glass of amber liquid.

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     In a flash, Shannon is on her feet, striding right over to the less than friendly looking Goth girl. She just smiles sweetly, putting herself right between the unfriendly patron and her friend and once teammate. "Everything okay over here?" she asks, keeping her voice low, and her hands--so far--at her sides. However, anyone who knew her would know that darkened timbre to her voice, and know a storm was a-brewin'....

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"I am!" Andrea calls over to Megan with a wave of her hand to her as they pass each other like ships on the ocean. When Megan is shoved by the goth girl, the air grows thick with rage, one that Nevada most likely can taste in the air. The sign of a predator. She whips her head around, looking as if she may engage, but it appears that Shannon is there to take the point. She hesitates for a moment, then looks over to catch Shannon's eyes with her own, one of those unspoken moments. 'She makes a move, I'll come off this stage and tear her throat out. Just give me the sign.'

With a deep breath, she makes her way up and behind the stage as the room grows a bit darker and the overhead music starts to dull. The crowd begins to thicken near the stage, excitement in the air. It's going to be a packed house tonight and she did put out a tweet that she would be here tonight. Time to put on a show.

It will take a few minutes for her to set up, but for now, the stage is dark.

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Samuel Guthrie comes stepping out from the backroom. It is not sure if the young man has just got to the club, or if he has been back there for some time. He walks into the club proper and heads to the bar He looks over to interaction with the ladies and hmms softly, continuing to the bar, to see whats up and if the ladies have this handled

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The Goth Girl snarls at Megan, looking like she might follow up with something even more violent than a mere shove..But when Shannon steps in between them, she just smirks and shrugs. "Hey, she started it. Excuse me.." And with that, goth girl turns and stalks back to the dance floor..But not before glaring daggers one last time at Megan, pointing to her own eyes with two fingers and back at Megs. The message is clear.

Megan shivers a bit at the glare and bites her lip. "Oh geez...I think I know that girl...What's she doing here?" she shakes her head, rubbing her eyes and blinks at Duncan. "Meepers! I'm sooo sorry! did I spill your drink?" she reaches for some napkins, attempting to pat him dry.

Drawing a deep breath, Megan chances one last glance at scary angry goth girl before laughing nervously. "Thanks Andrea, Shan.."

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     It's only a drink right? Duncan looks a bit surprised by the sudden extra in his personal space. The drink hand moves away from the head long falling Megan, the free hand moves to steady her, turning the barstool just enough so she hits more of him rather than manage to impale herself on his knee or shoulder.

     He helps her steady herself and offers politely,"You OK?" Not much really seems to phase the not old looking old man with a distinct touch of a Scottish accent in his words. Aware some people aren't fond of being touched by a stranger, once she has he feet under her he lets go again.

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Shannon just pins Angry Goth Girl with a stare that could chill one's blood in their veins, returning the gesture with pointing at her own eyes with two fingers, then at Angry Goth Girl. Message received, and returned to sender. She glances back at the stage and dips her head briefly. We got dis, seems to be the unspoken message.

With Megan's would-be assailant stalking off into the sunset, she turns back to the older girl, only to see she's being looked after by the strange Scotsman at the bar. "Is everything alright over here?" Her voice is warmer now, much less threatening, her stance more relaxed.

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Samuel Guthrie watches the club, and seems satisfied with how Shannon is handling the situation and once Megan confirms she is ok, he will relax more. He looks over to the bartender and orders a glass of tea.

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Nevada watches the whole goings on rather passively. He's interested but doesn't seem alarmed at all as he chain eats chips. The whole of the platter is gone in a scant couple of minutes. "Bars." He remarks mostly to himself while recovering an olive trying to escape notice as it slides off the edge of the plate into the shadowy underside. "Unchanged since the dawn of human history."

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The lights along the stage begin to flicker as the curtains pull apart to reveal a full band set up. Drums. Two guitarists. Keyboards. As the crowd erupts with electricity in the air, Andrea finally makes her appearance. She has swapped into new clothes, that of hot pink tank top that cuts off just above her navel, along with wide flared black jeans with sparkling jewels sewn into the fabric to cause them to shine and dance within the lights. She has multiple bangles on her left wrist and a red bandana tied about the other.

As the music starts up, it's a quick paced pop-rock style. Not the electronic style of her first two albums. This is designed for acoustics, for the instruments to be centerpiece. Reaching out to grab the microphone off the stage, she thrusts it upwards high, listening to the crowd roar once more as he bobs and sways back and forth with her hips in an easy rocking.

As the band behind her charges into the first song, her voice rings out to the crowd, amplified by the microphone. There is a reason why she is the princess of pop currently. She has a set of lungs on her despite being in a small body. While on stage, she gives a thousand, playing up to the crowd.

"On the first day of class,
You walked into the room!
Just a hot little thing,
With a bad attitude .. and I knew
I knew!
I knew you were trouble baby!"

"I was saved by the bell,
Couldn't wait to get home!
And tell my mama!
About this boy I don't know ... yeah I knew,
I knew!
I knew it was complicated!"

Boy I know you're dangerous!
You're not the one I'm supposed to love.
But this is more than just a crush, tonight!

So I'm gonna tell my mama about yah!
Imma tell her, I'mma tell her!
I'mma tell my mama about ya!"

As she sways about the stage, she stomps one foot upon it to create a loud thumping, listening to the crowd stomp along with her. This song is designed to get a bounce going. An up and down hop. Hands are in the air, lights are flashing. The guitars howl behind her, the drums a ferocious beat with cymbals clashing.

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     When Megan leaves to go to the wash room, Duncan settles against the bar again and drinks what is left in his glass. Turning towards the bartender a moment he raises his index finger to signal a refill. The bartender moves to take care of that and he looks back over the gathering,"One thing about it..." he mutter to himself.
     Whatever he was going to say gets set aside since there is a band on the stage and carrying on. The new drink arrives and he opts to get a drink of this one after swirling it a few times. The stage act gets most of his attention, though he does remain mindful of goth girl and the angel that looks like she'd like to eat her.

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"Thanks, Joey. Just until she finishes her set," Jay is saying to someone out of sight as he backs his way out of the kitchen door into the club proper. He helps where he can, though he does get to go on stage at times. But when he isn't on stage, he often is in the kitchen or helping bus the tables. Thus the clothing isn't really that impressive. A pair of baggy jeans, a black tank top, which leave the oversized feathered red wings on his back on display. They match the shock of red hair atop his head. He gave up trying to hide the wings at work. After all, it's a club all about mutants being comfortable in their own skins.

He tosses a towel onto the bar as he arrives next to his brother, just in time for the music to start. His voice is not the loudest but it is pretty close as he adds his screams to the crowd then looks at his brother apologetically. "Sorry, Sam."

When the music starts, he is moving a bit in place until he starts to hear the lyrics. That gets an arched brow though it is unlikely Andrea can see it from that distance.

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Samuel Guthrie chuckles a bit as he looks over to Jay, and says "I'm getting used to it." Loud enough for his brother to hear. He chuckles and will motion for another tea and sips his own. He listens to the music taping his foot with it as he lets his brother be the loud one.

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Nevada seems satisfied everything that's edible in polite company has been cleared from the nacho plate and shifts about on his stool to get more comfortable and sip water while watching the show. He's listening and periodically drums fingertips against his glass, but his expressions are more pensive as if something was sitting on his mind that wouldn't be happy without a proper pondering.

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Shannon smiles a bit at Jay as he comes out of the kitchen, waving. She hadn't seen as much of him over the past year as she might have liked, but who knows, maybe one day that could change. She offers a hug--after all, he's still family!--but does not press the matter. Sam, though, is liable to not only get a hug, but also the mother of all noogies as well! As for Nevada? She's seen that look often enough, and worn it herself a few times. But, not knowing him well, she's not quite sure what to do, for once....

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     A frown creases Duncan's brow. He sits up from the bar he is leaning on and scans the door and the area around it. His easy demeanor troubled a little in a second. He pays for his drinks, tips the bartender, and makes his way towards the exit. The once laid back man now seems all business and there is not a single person in the room that can tell why...even if they noticed.

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As the music rumbles on behind her, Andrea whips her free arm over her head, as if she was holding a lasso. Her hips rock in a typical show stopping manner as she puts on a performance for the young audience. The lights flash along the stage in time with the music which has a throwback 'fifties' vibe to it, though with a lot more pop-edge to it. If she spies Jay out in the distance, she doesn't elude to it. She has to bve a professional after all. For now.

"Locked myself in my room!
Called you up on the phone,
Don't know why I hung up,
As soon as you said hello!
When it's true, it's true,
You got me tripping baaaaaby!"

"That night I couldn't sleep!
Rolled around in my bed,
Cause' the boy of my dreams -
Is a nightmare instead!
And it's true, it's true!
Don't nobody try to save me!"

She launches into the chorus once more, holding the mic out towards the crowd so that their voices can be heard. She soaks up the roar from down below, her shadows lighting up behind her with the flash of camera phones. There is a point in the song where she dances, swinging herself to the beat as it begins to build faster and faster.

"I ain't never ever met a boy
That made me feel the way you do, you do, you do!
I said I never ever met a boy,
That made me feel the way that you do, you do, you do!"

"Boy I know you're dangerous!
You're not the one I'm supposed to love.
But this is more than just a crush, tonight!

So I'm gonna tell my mama about yah!
Imma tell her, I'mma tell her!
I'mma tell my mama about ya!"

When the song comes to an end, she is left sucking for fresh air as she throws her arms out at the sides, washing herself in the crowd's response. "Thank you everyone! I wrote that song about two years back when I met this guy in the hallway. We didn't even say a word to each other as we passed, but you know how it is girls. When you get this fantasy in your head, you make up stories about him, wondering what he could be like." There's a soft laugh from her. "But then when I finally did talk to him, he was nothing like the bad boy who rode motorcycles and wore leather jackets I conjured up. He was just this normal, sweet guy who liked playing his guitar." A wolfish grin forms on her lips. "And /then/ I called and told my mama about him."

She gives a wave as she docks the microphone again, waving to the band behind her. "Enjoy the rest of the show tonight as your local hometown band, Glory is here! Thank you Mutant Town for letting me jam."

With that, she hops off the stage so that she can sign autographs and take a few pictures before she is free to head back to her friends, while the next act is setting up.

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"Hey, Shannon," Jay says, giving her a quick smile and returning that offered hug warmly before focusing back on the stage and the young woman performing. He begins to bop again, moving a bit in time, tapping his foot. He isn't out in the crowd so he isn't breaking into full on dance mode but he is getting into the song.

As it ends, he is screaming and whistling loudly, making sure his applause is just as loud as everyone else. His voice fades with the crowd as she explains her tale.

His cheeks flush a bit, not quite to the level of his wings and hair but certainly showing his embarassment. He buries his face in his hand a moment, realizing what he had feared was true.

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Samuel Guthrie chuckles and stands up to keep Shannon from nooging him, it is good to be taller than your siblings. He will look at her and smirk "No nooging the boss at work." He chuckles a bit and gives Jay a soft slug tot he shoulder "Wonder who she is talking about". He will clap for the sing and motions the DJ to play something to give Andrea a break to get her breath.

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Nevada quietly watches the friends and family mingle and harassing one another with nothing but affection. A faint grin touches the corner of his mouth though it never reaches his dark, melancholic eyes. For a moment it looks like he's debating joining then, but then he sits upright and jerks his head around towards the door. There's a visible slump to his shoulders before they tighten back up in a line and he slides himself down off the stool.

Now he does approach the group, but mostly to look for Andrea. "Hey, work call, gotta run." There's a quick, familiar bob of his head towards Jay before he adds to the gang, "Catcha around." And then he's off, moving stiffly but with more speed than a normal walk towards the door.

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Shannon giggles and grins at Jay, nudging him on the shoulder. "Not sure what's more red. Your wings, your hair, or your face!" She attempts to duck out of the way, should there be any good-natured retaliation from one or both of her adopted siblings, snickering softly.

As for Sam? She just grins at him, and waggles her finger at him. "Just you wait. I'll get you one of these times. Andrea's song garners her applause, and cheering. "Bravo! Encore!"

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It takes a few minutes for Andrea to finally make her way to the bar after being swamped by pictures and autographs. She is all grins though despite the wear and tear of her fans. It was a goofy song that she got to sing and she's glad it got the people up and dancing. It's not like her typical more edgier tracks (which is why it's not on her album), so it meant a lot to play something from her journal.

"Hey guys! Okay, that's over with. Glory is up next and they're gonna kill it.. Hey, where's Nevada at?" She says as she looks to the empty plate of nachos, then towards the door. "Did he like the song?"

She gives her shirt a few tugs to air herself out, revealing a black sports bra beneath the hot pink tank top. She can't wear layers while on stage. She'll cook.

"Hey, Jay!" She says with a grin, leaning over the bar to give him a kiss. "Hi Sam."

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Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Hey, Nevada? Did we get one of the guys from Zombie land in here when I was not looking?" He asks them. Hs grins a bit and says "How could anyone not like your song kiddo."

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"Didn't look to see if he did or didn't. But he made a quick retreat," Jay says after the kiss.

No swing came Shannon's way. Revenge was best served cold. He'd get her when she least expected it.

He pauses and glances at the table left behind with the empty plates that Nevada cleaned off. "And he gave me a bit of work to do. I only got to get my break long enough to hear you, Andrea. And we will talk later. Cause..that song...yeah." He reaches to the bar, picking up the towel he had left there and finding the bussing tub which he pulls out as well. Then he heads off to start cleaning up.

Sam has to have him work after all or it's just an allowance.

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Shannon chuckles softly, pointing to her eyes with two fingers, then at Jay's, laughing. Yeah. That's right, I've got my eye on you. But rather than let him do all the cleaning up himself, she steps in to help, more used to busing the tables these days than to being simply a patron. Even though it was one of her days off.

"Great song, Andrea," she calls out, as she's gathering up some of the plates and such at the bar. "I actually liked that a lot better than some of your edgier stuff. Wish you had a few more like that."

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"I see that. He just scarfed it all down." Andrea says as she hands her credit card over to the cashier to pay for everyone's meal. As she waits, she gives a bright smile to Shannon. "Thanks! My next album that's coming up is going to be pretty awesome, I hope. It's more rock and roll. Fun summertime tunes. Some ballads. Maaay even have one with Jay on it." She says with a grin to the red haired boy with wings.

As she gets the card back and tucks it into her wallet, she gives a quick stretch. "I gotta go so I'll catch you guys later. Let me know when you wanna do that 'thing' later." She says to Shan, then leans in to give Jay one last hug before waving to Sam on her way out the door of the club, still feeling the electricity in her veins as she bounces on her feet.