13241/Club Lux - Safety dance

Club Lux - Safety dance
Date of Scene:	09 May 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	Date night at Lux. Yep. 'Nuff said.
Cast of Characters:	Beast, Sandra Billings, Lucifer

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Beast has posed:
Date night rolls around, as it does. And when you've done a few cute and quiet things and somebody feels like being a little bit more splashy than usual, the local new hotspots come up when you do a google search. Maybe it was the hope of a little razzle dazzle or a sneak peek at a celebrity where they'd never approach, but would make little commentaries from their table and play guessing games on thought processes, but whatever the reason Beast reserved a table for dinner at Club Lux and an overnight stay in one of the more luxurious suites of the Hotel. Spared very little expense, in fact! He might just not have much to spend his money on, or he might be having a moment of temporary insanity, who knows? If he starts declaring he's smelling toast, you know it's a stroke!

He's dressed in quite a snappy set of threads, with a japanese art inspired shirt, slacks, leather waistcoat in suede and a pair of go-faster-striped sneakers, because he can never get dress shoes that don't look Clownlike. "So, I thought we'd give this a crack, just to see how the other half live. Could be fun, ne? Plus, amuse bouche smorgasboards..." he grins.

Sandra Billings has posed:
Dressed in a black dress with thin shoulder straps, Sandy is making the best at what she can find that will fit her frame in a pleasing way. She isn't built like the Go-Go dancers in the cages, that's for sure and she can't help but feel a bit intimidated by the scene. This is fairly high class mixed with a bit of naughty. (The Yelp reviews were rated highly though!) She even put on a tiny bit of makeup on, a splash of red lipstick and concealer. She gives his hand a firm squeeze as she looks around.

"So.. I've lived in New York my whole life and I've never been to something so .. fancy. Probably because I don't get out much. Outside of a Broadway show now and again. But, I am up for anything! Let's make a night of it, huh? It's not like anyone knows who we are if we embarrass ourselves." She says a bit teasingly. "Though, you're kind of recognizable."

Lucifer has posed:
Fancy's a word. So is illustrious. Intimidating. Sinful. Those are words too. Precisely words that one or few people may use on Yelp, or Google, or some other fancy commenting website that's filled with opinions. The club's dance floor is lit up, bodies swaying and bumping to the hottest EDM beats that have recently been released - and maybe one or two remixes of music played by a local pop artist who shall remain nameless. The top floor - where people enter the club at - is littered with tables, and the horseshoe bar where patrons get their fill of swill. Then there's the freshly opened casino that gives an earful every once in a while of slot machines being played on or someone lamenting or cheering over a loss or win.

The Sin Den is in full swing.

Then there's Lucifer Morningstar. Owner. Proprieter. Who has his eyes on any and everything. Standing at his usual perch, immaculately dressed tonight in a red suit from head to toe, a blue handkerchief sticking from his left breast pocket, and black shoes on. His black hair is slicked back, blue eyes peering above and below while he sips on his neat whiskey while taking in sights and sounds - thriving in the pleasure of all here.

Beast has posed:
"I love broadway, but I can never get seats that I can fit into. It's the bane of my life -- means I always had to be in a balcony, way up in the gods, or I couldn't sit down," Beast waggles his hips at that, drawing Sandy in close to his side as he looks around he very opulent affair. Having no coat to check, it's almost like tourism, taking in the sights. "Doesn't it feel like this ought to be in Vegas?" he ponders. "Or Dubai. I could see it being in Dubai..." leaning in, he gives Sandy a kiss on the temple, away from smudging make-up and a squeeze around her own hips. "You look beautiful, by the way. Little black dresses suit you." Said with a sparkle in his eyes, he glances around for the reserved table and ends up having to try and flag someone for the 'vip' treatment.

Seriously. He spent a freakin' fortune for tonight.

Sandra Billings has posed:
As she leans into him, Sandy squeezes him back with a smile at the kiss to her head. "You look dashing as well my blueberry muffin. The suit fits you perfectly. If you ever want to do a Broadway show with me, I'll be all for it, even in the balcony. It's one of my favorite things to do and I'd love to share it with you." She continues to look around with wide eyes, laughing softly under her breath.

"We are so not the clientle for a place like this my love." She says with a grin, then tugs on his hand as she heads over towards one of the waiters. "Hi there. McCoy, table for two. We have a reservation."

The young woman looks up at the large blue furry mutant, then back towards the young woman. "Of course, this way." She says as she snaps her fingers up high over her head and practically prances towards the VIP section once she finds his name on the list. "I hope this is to your liking. Tiffany will be over soon to serve you, until then, here is the bottle list. /Enjoy/ yourself." She practically purrs out as Sandy takes a seat.

Lucifer has posed:
Believe the Devil, Sandra. Most people aren't the clientele for this type of place. It's definitely designed for high rollers and the elite class. Still, sometimes even just a name will get you a spot on the list - sometimes a bribe as well. Or you can just shell out the cash. Really, the Devil is quite flexible. He also knows that there are guests in the VIP lounge now, and a flitting glance as Beast and Sandra are led that way gains a flirting smirk from the well dressed man.

Tiffany, a pretty little blonde haired, nicely chested femme fatale approaches their booth-like table shortly after Henry and Sandra are seated and have a moment to look over the bottle list. "Hello, and welcome to Club Lux. I'm Tiffany and I'll be your server tonight." Southern, but not like our friendly southern belle mutant, more maybe GA or TX based. "Do y'all still need a moment or can I go ahead and get you both somethin' to drink?"

Beast has posed:
"I /know/. That's what makes this so much of an adventure and potentially funfunfun," Beast grins, a mouth full of teeth that show up very white in the subdued and flashy lighting. "Pick a show to see and I'll be there, I don't even know what's playing at the moment, but you can't go wrong with some of the classics." An Andrew Lloyd Webber, perhaps. Or a more modern... "Ahh, yes. McCoy." and in an aside to Sandy "...they don't look like they ought to be the servers, or is it just me? The plumage is all wrong, they look like they should be the clientelle! Good gracious, this is definitely a bit of an experience!"

And then, settled with a fantastic view and a winelist, the doctor peers over the list, to his lady and back to the list. "Rose?" he asks "...I don't know they're serving for the smorgasboard. Half red, half white, should work?"

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Whatever you want to drink. I am not picky." Sandy says as she looks over the list of wine, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment with a hint of a blush along her cheeks. This isn't her forte. This is more of Jane's world. "How about if I start off with the cherry martini to sip on. We can share a bottle of Marques de Murrieta Castillo?" She knows that name at least. Every woman does. It's one of the highest rated wines, pricy, but delicious. It's also the only wine she is familiar with on the list.

She gives a polite smile to Tiffany, though she can't help but find her dark eyes looking her over. That is quite a chest, and those clothes? Are they painted on her? She sits up a bit straighter, clearing her throat as she brushes a whisp of dark hair back behind her ear. "Do you want something to nibble on?" She asks Beast. "They have wings." She says, laughing. "They also have escargot."

Lucifer has posed:
Tiffany is every bit of painted, sutured, and equipped that money can possibly buy. Why she's working at the Lux is anyone's guess since she looks like she's the arm candy of some billionaire. Still, she's all smiles and southern hospitality as she nods. "So would y'all like the Marques de Murrieta Castillo Rose, or Burghandy?" She asks, because she has to, espcially since Henry had mentioned rose, but most people prefer the burghandy due to it's rich flavor profile. When Sandra mentions wings and escargot, the server smiles. "Oh even if you've never tried the 'ess-car-got', I totally recommend it." She leans in then, "Rumor has it, the owner gets actual snails from -France- flown in fresh...say it's better that way." Then she smiles.

Lucifer is still at his perch. For now.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy looks a little distracted. Oddly, it's the golden ratio that seems to have gotten him all twitterpated, "...we..." wait "...wings? Oh. Chicken wings. Not wingwings. I had a moment, right. Both?" doublecheck with Sandy. "Both," more assertive. "And some of the oyster bar delectables, too. Have you ever had Escargot? I rather like them, in a mushroom with garlic butter."

Beast smiles and when Tiffany is far enough away, in a very soft aside "...I'm rather certain she was poured into a mold at some point. That's nearly perfect not-a-real-woman dimensions. And I'm sure there's a trick to being able to bend in a dress like that that I'd love to know. Superglue, you think?"

Idle thought has a habit of sneaking up on Hank though. "Have you ever noticed how cordon bleu always seems to be food of desperation, turned into tiny high priced awesomesauce by the French? Or the English I suppose, give oysters and lobster. High society mimics the working class and gentrifies it all. I probably shouldn't go on down that road, or I'll start thinking about what genius decided to see if Bamboo was edible, or wheter you should eat those tiny wart things on the roots of waterlillies."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Uh.. both, sure." Sandy says, though once Tiffany leaves, she scrunches her nose upwards. ".. I am not going to touch those snails." She says to Hank with a laugh. "Those are yours. I'm sorry. My palatte is not as refined as yours. I'm a burger and beer kind of girl, even in a fancy club full of sex and sin. I think those two dancers are about to strip each other's clothes off down there." She says as she leans forward a bit to peer over to the dance floor.

At the topic of Tiffany, she smiles and shrugs her shoulders upwards. "I can't imagine wearing something that tight. I don't know how she breathes. She looks amazing though. Geez. I bet she gets huge tips." She props her chin up in the palm of her hand, taking a sip from the glass of water that was delivered earlier. As he babbles on about different types of food and their place in society, she lets out a soft laugh.

"Fish eggs is something I was always curious about. Who came up with that idea? Who thought they would eat that? I like it on sushi, don't get me wrong, but it's not something that I thought I would just out of the blue think was a good idea. Same with seaweed being used in toothpaste." Her lips curve upwards. "So, what do you want to do tonight in a place like this?" She asks him with a giggle.

Lucifer has posed:
It will be a few minutes for the appetizers, but that doesn't stop the drinks from coming as ordered. Only it's not Tiffany that arrives with them, instead, it's the well dressed man in the immaculate suit with the Devil's grin. "Good evening. Welcome to Club Lux. I believe your lady friend ordered a cherry martini...and it appears someone has exquisite tastes in wines..." There's an ice bucket, with a bucket inside it that holds the wine bottles - keeps them chilled but in a steady way. "Do you have a preference on which wine you'd like to start off with or shall I let you decide in a moment?" He asks and then furthers, "Also, please, if there is anything I can do to make your night pleasurable, do not hesitate to ask. It would be my honor."

Beast has posed:
"Feast and famine; fish eggs are a plethora that comes several times a year in some places. Eventually people learned to catch the specific fish before they'd spawned, to harvest it enmasse, rather than with a seive or wash-up. I think anyway..." Beast pauses, thinking hard about the seaweed. "Absolutely no clue about the seaweed though. I might have to dive down that rabbithole later and figure it out." Grinning, he leans over to give Sandy a kiss at the question, lingering in a cheeky manner that is absolutely NOT out of place here. "OH, I don't know... take in the sights, play a few social games..."

And then, there is the very different kind of eye candy. Looking surprised at the switch in servers, Beast smiles, poking his spectacles up his nose with his pinky finger, then discovering just how good looking the fellow happens to be. Well, gosh, it's not like he's not used to Warren after all, but still. "Ahhh, well, this is a novel experience for us," he replies, unconciously puffing his chest out just a tiny amount. Not much is needed to put every inch of thread under tension from beneath, it has to be said. "Might we bow to your expertise?" because why would you ever think that this is the proprietor and not a very devillish looking wine curator?

Sandra Billings has posed:
Once the kiss breaks, Sandy is finding herself breathless and blushing as she gives a shy giggle, glancing up at him from behind her dark bangs for a moment before she clears her throat. "I can see that you've .. really got into the mood of the atmosphere here." She says as she she reaches up to brush her fingers against his furred cheek. As she leans forward to steal another, she hears the new voice and glances over to the sight of Lucifer. She finds herself staring for a long moment before she clears her throat, letting Hank take point in the conversation.

For now, she lets Hank navigate the conversation with the stunningly gorgeous man and the smooth rich voice. Did it just get warm in here? She brushes some hair back again behind her ear, taking her martini and sipping from it. "This is delicious, thank you."

Lucifer has posed:
"Certainly sir. If I may, I recommend starting with a glass of the rose. I took a peek at what you ordered for appetizers and I think it will go wonderfully with them. The rose is light and will make the flavours of your appetizers pop." Lucifer offers and then sets two wine glasses in front of them both. He then pops open the rose and pours them each half a glass so they can taste, drink, and enjoy. As Sandra offers those words about her martini, Lucifer lowers his head some. "Why thank you. I will pass along your compliments, as we do ever so enjoy hearing them." Then, he finally straightens, and that Devil's smirk remains. "Also, I've lost my manners. As I said before, if I can do anything for you, please let me know. After all, I am the owner and proprieter of this establishment, and you are my special clients for the night."

Beast has posed:
Right Hank, you did spill an arm and a leg for tonight, or at least your petty cash draw did. Why it had an arm and a leg in there, is probably best not discussed! Instincts are a funny thing though and the puffed chest doesn't let up, though the sucked in waistline releases a little bit at the delivery of wine, poured just so. Dragging his eyes from Lucifer to the wine, to Sandy, he peeks at her ear, which is pinkened and back to her lips, eyes and the wine glass. He lifts his own, a silent toast and tinks it against hers. "Rose it is," with a sniff, he tips his glass. "I can smell slight hints of pink grapefruit. The rind, mostly. Very refreshing..." sipping, he looks back at Lucifer, as if to check that he's still there. The proprietor, eh? There is a very slight rumble in his throat of appreciation and he brushes his left hand along the back of Sandy's neck, smoothing stray hairs.

"I think I read in fortune fivehundred about this place. It tickled my curiosity. You'd be Mister Morningstar, then? A very evocative and auspicious kind of name, I must say. But your taste is impeccable, sir."

Sandra Billings has posed:
As she takes her glass of wine, Sandy clinks it against her paramour's with a gentle tink, then takes a sip. She gives a smile as she listens to him list off the flavors. She leans her head in a bit to Hank's hand as it brushes along her neck, giving a happy smile and enjoying the brief hint of affection. She noticed his puffed up chest and is curious. Is he jealous? Territorial? She hasn't seen him in a place like this before, so this draws her curiosity.

"It's nice to meet you .. ah .. Mister Morningstar? That is an exciting last name. It sounds prestigious. Middle German. It means one who lived at the sign of the morning star, at least the background of it." Her lips twitch upwards. "I'm a bit of a history nerd." She says with a giggle before she takes another sip.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well, Doctor McCoy, I am glad it piqued your curiosity enough that you've graced my humble offerings with your presence, and that you brought along a companion to do so." Lucifer offers, that smile never fading from his lips. "And yes. Though, please, you can call me Lucifer." This much more and then he turns as a couple of servers come along to drop off wings, escargot, an oyster platter, and some veggie sticks (they come with the wings). "Well, I will leave you to it for now. When and if you're ready for more food or drink, please do not hesitate to ask for myself or Tiffany. As a rule, first drinks are always on the house, and soft drinks are always free. Do take a moment to partake of what my club has to offer...and when you're ready to retire to your suite upstairs, we will get you off in that direction as well." Lucifer. The man who knows all. He gives a simple bow of his head, awaits any further commentary and then he turns and takes a step but...is it a trick of the eye? Or did he simply just...disappear?

Beast has posed:
He knows Hank's credit card name and purchase order, that's it. Right? Yes. That's what it is. Hank's fingers curl around the round of Sandy's arm, cupping her shoulder and he is overall, very still. It is an odd thing, as he's not usually quite that purposefully motionless. "Lucifer," Lucifer Morningstar. That has to be a stagename. Although in this world, who knows? The scents of delicious treats arriving does stir the appetite, even though Beast's instincts have having a field day with him in inexplicable ways that he cannot quite put his finger on. "Thank you," and with the vanishing, Hank is silent for a few long moments in the wake of all of that.

"I have this weird urge to get my sketchbook out and try and capture that man. I only ever usually do that with wildlife. What a weird sensation."

Sandra Billings has posed:
Noticing the change in behavior, Sandy gives a curious look to Hank, but she just smiles the entire time through the conversation. "It's wonderful to meet you, Lucifer. Thank you for the hospitality. We're pretty eager to see what the night has in store for us." She reaches under the table to settle her hand on Hank's knee, giving it a bit of a squeeze. She watches him slip away, then gives look back to her furry companion.

"You got that feeling too, huh? He definitely has modeled before. Everything about this place just seems so .. over the top but .. also ... right on point too. Know what I mean? Like everything is on purpose." She gives a glance around. "It's beautiful, mysterious, interesting. Everything from the bar to the owner. He's done a great job of putting on a show here. I can see why it's popular."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy nods his head very faintly, looking over the decor. "The mysterious is definitely up there. I am going to sound like a nutter here, Nutty, but I feel like I'm skating on thin ice. Like there's danger just around the corner and I have absolutely no idea why," but he also sounds like he's getting a mild thrill out of it, so there's that! He looks back at her eyes with his own glittering behind the spectacles. "Mild confessional: I do a lot of zoological and animal behavioural studies to try and figure out why my own instinctual reactions sometimes have a mind of their own. I just got through a weird flare up there. Care to make a guess as to why? That's a genuine question, as I'm actually a bit baffled."

Sandra Billings has posed:
Giving him an amused look, Sandy laughs softly. "I suppose you do have some animal instincts about you. I don't know, it just looks like a nice club that should belong in Vegas. It's over the top, yes, it's wild and entertaining. Sexy. Maybe you're just .. used to dealing with kids all day?" She says as she pats his knee a few times, leaningin againt his shoulder. His question though causes her to lift her brows upwards. "A weird flare?" She says as her head tilts. "... jealous? You had your chest puffed up like a lion."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy blinks at that little revelation and looks down at his chest. It was only mildly puffed, honestly, but it doesn't take much when you were trying to wear something appealing which did mean form-confining to a degree. He eyes her sidelong, then clears his throat and flexes biceps, triceps and his pectorals, making every single one of the buttons of his shirt and the seams of his shirt... strain. "Could've been worse, I could've been about to pop." He winks and relaxes, considering. "Not jealous, no. At least I don't think I was. I didn't feel jealous..." he takes out his phone and scrolls through a few pictures, sharing a picture of Warren Worthington III, looking impeccable in a white shirt and rather like he should be on the cover of a dime store romance novel. "I'm used to handsome. I grew up with Warren, so to speak. That's what makes things odd, because I know you like me for me and have a bizarre fur fetish." He winks at her at this, grinning amiably as is his habit. He glances about Lux once again, wrinkling his nose faintly.

"I kind of like this place. It feels like it's an indulgence, doesn't it? Like this is a luxury and a dirty little secret you can indulge in. I suspect there are those that would get lost in it, but it's exciting in its own way. I feel like we're the cat's whiskers at the moment, which isn't something I tend to feel often. It's somewhat nice. Oh! Oh, I have some news..."

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Okay, so you weren't jealous. What is it then? You are used to handsome people like yes.. Mister Worthington .. who by the way is a dreamboat, but .." Sandy trails off for a moment, then lifts her brows upwards. She leans forward and softly whispers. "Wait, are you saying that you were attracted to him?" She asks as her eyes widen at him, followed by a soft giggle. "I mean, I guess I can't blame you. He is /incredibly hot/, but .. really?" Her lips curve upwards into that teasing manner as she reaches up to fluff some of the fur along his neck.

"I like this place also. It seems straight out of a romance novel. One of the trashy ones." She laughs. "Or Fifty Shades of Gray moods. You know.. you come here to meet the sexy and mysterious alpha male who ties you up and .." She pauses, then clears her throat. "But you get my drift. Yes, it's like one of those places. You also did get VIP service, so I'm sure we have to expect some attention."

Beast has posed:
"Yes, I did, I wanted to give us the royal treatment for once," Hank replies, then thinks about this critically for a short while. "You know, I think I might have been. There's something about that man that's very exotic and seductive and I'm not afraid to admit that. I don't believe anyone is entirely polarized in their sexuality, though I admit I'm mostly firmly entrenched in the booby side of gender differentiation." And cheekily, he reaches over and tom-toms the girls lightly with a drum of two fingers, when nobody is looking. He does make up for it for dipping his index finger into the small of her clavicle and sighing though.

"As to my news, I got a call from the Avengers, which hasn't happened in months. Long and short of it, but I ended up in a rather embarassingly fanboy moment with Captain America. I geeked out and had a moment where I was five years old and admiring dad's old trading card collection." Oh, so very Colson of him. "Plus, war stories from my grandfather's generation. I might have giggled a bit, like a little girl." And having emmasculated himself, he proffers this: "Captain America did suggest further involvement with the Avengers. I want to ask you what you think about that, as well..." you know. Avengers.

Sandra Billings has posed:
"Well, you and I are both Doctors." Sandy says, though technically she's a nurse. "We both know that sexuality isn't completely hardwired into ourselves. You know the saying, everyone is a little bit gay. There's nothing wrong in finding someone attractive regardless of sex. I find a lot of women to be incredibly attractive. I also get really jealous afterwards." She says with a soft laugh. ".. and I may have kissed a girl in college once to try it. But, I agree, there is something exotic about that man. He's straight out of a book."

Sandy glances down at the two finger salute along her girls, giving him an incredulous look, followed by a laugh. She leans forward and gives him a kiss. "This place /is/ definitely giving you a mood, Mister McCoy. I like it. This is a new side of you I don't see often. A bad boy." She reaches up to give a playful tug of his tie, then loosens it up for him. "The Avengers though want to work with you? Wow. And.. you want .. my opinon? Um... I mean .. I already said wow. So.. woah? That's incredible."