13538/Club Lux Centuries Celebrations

Club Lux Centuries Celebrations
Date of Scene:	22 June 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	Lux celebrates the roaring 20s.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister, Kinsey MacKenna, Mercy Thompson, Rupert Giles

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Lucifer has posed:
Lux has been decorated to look like you're walking into the front door of Gatsby's house. Or maybe some place that a Gatsby would own and fix up. There are no cage dancers, the wait staff girls are wearing skimpy maid outfits and the bartenders are wearing gang-type zoot suits. The tunes coming from the DJ booth - at this moment - is a soft jazz, just something to be there for people to enjoy. As the night goes on, there is likely to be more tunes spat out here and there to encourage dancing of all kinds.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister likely feels quite nostalgic about the roaring 20's. People wore sharp attire, there was a kind of grandiose feel to the time period that in some respects has been lost on the modern world. In a normal chain of events, he would be here in the shadow of the Great Gatsby, with the slicked hair and sharp lines. But that's not what he picked up on for today. Nor is this the face he wears.

Doctor Wessex enters Lux from the street, looking utterly human and sporting his scruffy-chique beard, piercing blue eyes and a very well tailored zoot suit. Black and white pinstripe with wide silk collar neatly turned, black and white spatz, slightly balooned trews brought in at the ankle and a black fedora with a white hatband. His shirt is a crimson red, the tie a triple threat of black, white and splatters of red paint splash tucked into his vest. He checks his pocket watch, an old thing with the clocktower of big ben in brass, smiles to himself and clicks it shut. No tommy gun to be seen though, luckily enough.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Kinsey doesn't usually have the evening off on the space station. Heck, she's a Lantern. You could say she doesn't have time off. But this time she's looking forwards to it.

Wearing a flapper's dress, brilliant scarlet, with all the accessories, she arrives, fairly early.

With a smile she enters, and goes to the bar. "A champagne laced with orange juice, heavy on the orange juice please."

Lucifer has posed:
The gangster behind the bar nods to Kinsey with a smirk and then goes to make her drink. A lot of orange juice, topped off with a bit of champagne, and then he sets the drink in front of the lady. He tells her no cost, and doesn't seem interested in obtaining payment for the drink.

Weird, no?

The jazz notes continue to play through the club. Maids swing around asking various patrons for food or drink orders. It's still early-ish, so the crowd is light, but they are still trying to work their tables. One particularly filled out maid in her skimpy purple attire will swing around to Doctor Wessex and she gives him a big grin. "Heya big boy. Something from the bar or the kitchen for you?"

Sinister has posed:
Earlyish indeed, the sun has yet to go down! But either you get an early start in the morning, or you plan for these things to go on and a head of steam has to be met. Wessex isn't far down the bar from Kinsey, to whom he looks in appreciation. Pale hair and red dress go very nicely together, so it's an appreciation that ends up with a small smile and a lift of the hat to her.

But there's a buxom maidlet swinging sugar his way and oddly enough: "I'll have a black russian, heavy on the russian and some of those insanely good mozarella stick thingies. With ranch." -- He's english by the accent, deep by the tone of voice, educated by the turn of intonation and all smiles with it.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
A laugh crosses Kinsey's face. "Very well. I don't suppose you take tabs?" Not that she plans to drink that much. She turns and watches the crowd.

"And who do we have here?" Kinsey carries her pretend cigarette over to him, in her quellazaire, and pretends to get a light while she looks him up and down.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister is presented by a fake cigarette? It does take him a moment to realize that's what it is, as he takes out a zippo, which doesn't look fake at all, peers at it a moment and checks the no-smoking status with a subtle glance. That's when he notices that there's a little red end painted onto the cigarello inserted. Ah! Right, pretendy fun times. He flicks the zippo, holds it by the cap and does a little trick that smokers that are bored, sometimes master. He flicks it over his own wrist, igniting the flame on the flint and lets it roll over his knuckle. Poof of flame, extinguished almost immediately after, so it's all good and amazingly, he doesn't drop it. "Hah! It worked..." apparently surprised about that fact, he reaches to his hatbrim. "Doctor Nicholas Wessex, dollface."

It's out, he rolls that over his tongue and looks a little appalled.

"Oh, no, no. I'm very sorry about that, that just did not sound right AT all. Note to self: not that much in character. My apologies, miss...?"

Lucifer has posed:
Big Bosom Betsy writes down the order that Nicholas gives her and then gives him a wink. "Sure, be right back with that." Though right around that same time, Kinsey's made it a point to saunter up to Nicholas and Betsy looks the woman up and down then side eyes Nicholas. Is that? No. Surely not. A trick of the mind, Sinister, those eyes did NOT just spark a single burst of hellfire. Nope nope.

Then the maid is sauntering away, hip sway and all, only to just...disappear.

Also, there are currently no No Smoking signs, and from the light haze among the din, it's obviously a smoker's free for all. Sort of. It's also dissipating fairly quickly and there's no stale scent of it.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
The day has had its share of nervous anticipation towards the soiree this evening. An invitation had arrived, and yet it had been more than just an invitation. And while an invitation might have been easy to dismiss on its own, the everything else that came with it was significantly less so. And thus had there come to be an acceptance of the invitation and all that had come along with it. And there had thus been preparations which had led up to arriving here in a chauffered black car from the 1920's era. It wasn't alone that she arrived, for after the car had picked her up then it had gone to the home of Rupert Giles in order to pick him up as well.

There's a slight fidget of black-glove covered fingers, and Mercy takes a moment to adjust their elbow hem before she accepts the hand that had offered her in order to help her out of the car. She walked with him to the doors of the club, and stepped through the one that he opened for her. And she paused there, for him to step through to join her. The dress she wears is a rich shade of teal, and it has a diaphanous black overlay to it that is beaded with flowers and leaves. It is sleeveless, reaching to the floor in length. The length of the dress does a fair job of hiding the black shoes that she wears, which have a relatively short heel to them. There's a pair of earrings that dangle from her ears in the shape of golden leaves linked together. Her black hair has been done up in curls that are pinned up at the back of her head with dark turquoise studded hair pins, curled tendrils framing her face.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Where his 'date' is wearing that rich shade of teal, the suit Giles wears is a contrast in silver and white. With a white satin shirt, complete with frills and held closed with a silver and moonstone fronted tie. The suit's vest is white with silver fleur de li pattern with white glass or crystal buttons. The jacket bears the same pattern along with silver fishbone collar and hems. The pants and shoes match the vest. The tophat shows the same, with a white satin hat band perched jauntily atop Giles' head. He carries in his off hand a cane of white with a silver lion roaring atop it. Even the glasses he habitually wears quasi fit in, with their silver frames.

His hand is steady as he helps Mercy from the car. He walks with her to the doors of the club, and inside after her, letting the door fall closed behind him. He leans closer to Mercy as they walk inside, cane tapping lightly with every step he takes, and nods toward the bar. "I see Nicolas. Shall we join him?" It would appear he's giving the option of where to go first to his companion.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"I would applaud you, but then I would be breaking out of character." Kinsey winks at him.

~Didn't you break out of character to say that? I'm confused.~ At least Kibou was trying to keep very quiet for a change.

~"I'll tell you later, now hush."~ She picked up her voice after that. "Doctor Nicholas Wessex? Much more dignified than I am." Her eyes twinkle. "Nice to meet you. Doctor Kinsey Mackenna at your service."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's eyes fleetingly trail Big bosom Betsy, look away, look back but she's vanished and he looks about the other uniformed staff with a suspicious eye. It takes all of a couple of moments though, not long enough for him to appear rude in the moment. He plays with the zippo a couple more times, just lighting and flicking it shut with a flick of his wrist, before it's slid away. What was that? You're hearing things, old man. No, you're not you heard that, you know you did. "I'm fine without the applause, it tends to make me either check for embarassing accidental funnies," he replies, smiles again, tips his head. "Doctor McKenna. McKenna, why do I... Oh! Oh heck, no. You're not..." he points up, because that's the universal symbol for space, not just 'lets go to the penthouse' "...that Doctor MacKenna are you? Wow. Just goes to show you meet the darndest people in the oddest places. I've read some of your work."

He catches sight of the entrance of Mercy and Giles out of the corner of his eye, but that was NOT a sight he was ready for and does not immediately grock that's who he's looking at. They're over by the bar.

Lucifer has posed:
Suddenly there is a black russian in front of Sinister, set on a cocktail napkin. There is also an order of mozz-sticks placed, with dipping sauce - ranch as requested. Aside that, moving away from Sin and his Kinsey companion is placed a glass of Glenlivet neat, a glass of beer, and a plate of fish and chips - with malt vinegar and tartar sauce. There is no telling who placed everything on the counter, and hopefully Giles and company do indeed go to give Nicholas their greetings.

The music changes from soft jazz to something a little more sing-song, something surely old timey. Nothing danceable just yet. But that's likely because the party's just getting started.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
There's a smile that tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks to Giles there at her side, and she tilts her head a touch to one side before she gives a small nod. "Mmhmm, I believe that we shall," Mercy says in a soft tone. A bit shy, perhaps. She doesn't generally wear dresses, and this puts her somewhat out of her element. Her tongue flicks out, damping her lips, and she ducks her chin a bit, looking to him through her lashes. "In case I fail to take the opportunity to mention it later... you're looking very dashing," she says in a quieter voice, a bit of colour creeping to her cheeks.

Her nose gives a slight twitch, and her gaze turns towards the bar and the set out plate of fish and chips as well as the glass of Glenlivet neat. And the glass of beer. She blinks once, then a second time, and then her gaze shifts back to Giles. "I think we may have been predicted, somewhat," she says softly, a touch of amusement to her voice as she lifts a hand to make a slight gesture towards the bar where said refreshments await their attention. She'll tarry a moment, but then she will start to head in the direction of Nicolas and the bar and the food and the drinks.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Mercy's words bring Giles to a stop. "Um... uh..." Pause. It's not the imagination. Giles is blushing. "You.. you're.. very dashing too." No. That isn't right. "Very beautiful, I mean!" Only then does he start walking again, as she does, toward the bar and Nicolas and the food and drinks. Giles has spotted the good doctor already. And sees the drinks and food arrive there as well. His lips curve up a little bit and he nods that way again.

"It would seem we're anticipated," he says, and then laughs as he and Mercy make the same observation, and nearly the same comment, at practically the same time. His accent is as English as the doctor's, but not quite as cultured. There's a little bit of the bad parts of London to be heard there."Have you had the fish and chips here yet? Simply splendid," he says. Subject change, anyone??

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"Don't worry, I won't keep you from.." And here Kinsey nods in the directions of Big Bosom Betty. She laughs though as the thought of making applause at him.

Then he moves on. "You did? I'm surprised." Her scientific papers were usually boring to anyone outside the field. "But yes, I'm *up there* as you said, but tonight I took off. I'm playing hooky. Shhh." She winks. It was not like she does it too often. Well, except with Lantern business.

Then she notes the things expecting people coming to his table. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your friends?"

Sinister has posed:
Table? Well, that's generous to call it the table, it's further along on the bar! "Oh, I wasn't..." Nicolas looks beyond, puzzled briefly at the beer, but not at the glenlivet and fish and chips. He looks at the coaster sporting his own drink (when did that get there?) and then over his shoulder at the incoming pair. "Oh, my." First words out of his mouth and they seem to apply to both of them. "You look... picture perfect," he offers to Mercy, then with a one-sided smile to Giles "...and you brush up pretty good, English." Lifting his black russian, he toasts them both.

"Doctor MacKenna, my friends. I wasn't really expecting... quite that," he admits, but the 1920's do polish everyone up rather well. "Ruper Giles," glass as pointer "...Mercy Thompson..." again "...doctor Kinsey MacKenna, astronaut and Xenobiologist!" And geneticist, which brings him back to a lean in "...I'm a general surgeon, speciality in Genetic abnormality and neuroscience. I do genetics, although nowhere near the amount of time I'd like on the mapping side." Ahahahahahahahahaha. Erm. Yes.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
When Giles stops, Mercy does as well, and she turns her head to look to him. And she can't help but to give a soft giggle at his response, her brown eyes showing a sparkle to them. Her cheeks flush with colour at his compliment, and she ducks her chin a touch. "Thank you," she says softly, a bit shyly. There's a light laugh then from her at the timing of their observations, and she leans a bit closer to him to very lightly nudge his shoulder with hers.

"I haven't tried it yet. Actually, I haven't tried any of the food here, yet. Maybe I'll have to order a plate and give them a try," Mercy says with a smile. He, after all, would know good fish and chips in being from England. Or so she presumes. Her gaze turns towards Nicolas as they reach him, and she blinks with a touch of surprise at his compliment of her, the blush renewing in her cheeks. "Thank you," she says softly, that shy tone returning to her voice. "You look quite handsome, yourself, Doctor," she adds, giving a small nod.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Giles smiles at Mercy as she nudges his shoulder. It really was quite amusing. He looks over at Wessex next, and nods his agreement at the compliment of Mercy. "She really is, isn't she?" Giles grins at Mercy, his blue eyes sparkling with it. To Nicolas, he smiles a little less widly, "You look.. spiffy." He nods toward Doctor MacKenna. "Pleasure to meet you," he says.

That he knows good fish and chips might be because he's from England... or it might just be because he has good taste. He steps aside to the food and drinks that had appeared on the bar and lifts the glass of Glenlivet, neat. He inhales it and nods once before taking a drink. "Ah. Good scotch," he murmurs.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"Now now, I wouldn't say I'm an astronaut!"

And as quickly as she denied, Kibou is correcting her. ~You are by most definitions an astronaut. You live out in space. You go to different worlds..~

Oh my god, he was, occasionally, the most ridiculous ring. An astronaut. He wanted to argue about whether or not she was one?!

Quickly she recovered. "Ah, *that's* why you read my paper! I only went into xenobiology during my doctorate. I wanted to marry the disciplines when I found genetics and xenobiology weren't so different at the base level. Well, at the molecular level. With is.. I think I'm going to shush now."

She smiles apologetically at Giles and Mercy. "I can't say I was always the life of the party."

Sinister has posed:
"You live out in space," Sinister echoes the words spoken by a telepathic ring, utterly deadpan. "I think that's the very definition of a traveller amongst the stars," he demures on behalf of well... a disembodied voice? Yes. We will just carry on pretending we can't hear that and try to figure out where it's actually coming from. "The basic of life have a certain underlying structure, I suppose. I don't know though, I've not had much opportunity to go all Roswell," he clears his throat, sips his drink and casts about briefly for the Buxom Betsy, or another flash in the eye, but only out of the corner of his eye.

To Mercy and Giles, he grins. "I was trying to impress the Host, but he's not made an appearance... just to prove I can do the bad boy look, or somesuch nonsense, but I'm afraid I'll only look right when the dancing starts."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
The woman-coyote ducks her chin again at Giles's addition to her appearance, and she glances towards him, the blush deepening in her cheeks. Compliments are perhaps not a strong suit of hers! Or at least, accepting them. She shifts slightly, leaning just a touch against Giles and sticking close to him.

It takes her a moment, but Mercy turns her gaze to Kinsey, and she gives a small nod. "A pleasure to meet you," she says softly, giving a small nod to the woman. She steps closer to the bar, then reaches out to claim the glass of beer in order to take a sip of it. One of her eyebrows quirks up slightly, and a smile touches at the corners of her lips. She's never been accused of being the life of any party, but that's generally by not going to them.

Mercy looks to Nathaniel, and she gives a small nod to him. "Well, I would expect that he'll make an appearance, at some point or other," she comments, a thoughtful tone to her voice. "Given that he's the host and all."

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
Two against one? It doesn't sound fair, although Kinsey has no reason to believe that anybody can hear Kibou other than herself.

She raises her hands in protest. "Okay, okay, I am an astronaut."

Kibou was smug.

"Mercy, is it? I didn't have time for parties. I thought I'd have time, but it never worked. After my BA I was right in my Master's, and.. well, by the time I might have had time, something always seemed to crop up. Besides, I have found it's not my cup of tea. I came tonight for the Roaring 20's."

Sinister has posed:
"Well. Hopefully, so," Nicolas admits, smiles at Mercy and picks up a mozza stick, dipping it in ranch as he looks between both women, One dark and Teal, one White and Red. It is a nice place to be sat! He smiles for some reason or another, because disembodied smugness is a strange feeling.

"I think I partied a little in one of my years at Medschool. I'm not sure which it was, as after that it was a blur of being on call. Most of the partying was in pre-med, honestly. But you reach a certain age and you realize that it isn't fun trying to analyze a slide with a hang-over." He chuckles, popping the 'stick, nodding to Mercy. "Different busywork but none the less vital. You and I we fix the living or at least poke at it. She fixes machinery."

Mercy Thompson has posed:
There's a sip of her beer that's taken, and Mercy tilts her head a touch to one side as her gaze turns to Kinsey. "Mmhmm, Mercy is me," she affirms, giving a small nod. "I didn't really have much exposure to such things, to be honest. I grew up in Montana, and I was never really big on that sort of thing," she says, a thoughtful tone to her voice. "I was sent an invitation, and I felt it would be rude to turn it down," she adds, a smile quirking at the corners of her lips.

She lifts her glass, taking a sip of her beer. Lifting her free hand, she catches herself as she's just about to brush aside and tuck away one of the curls behind one of her ears, lowering her hand a bit sheepishly without doing it. Drinking has its own perils, which she is aware of thanks to experience. Then she smiles at Nathaniel's words and she gives a nod. "I do. Mostly German machinery in the form of cars, vehicles. The garage can fit other cars and such as well, and I do the best I ca with the non-German makes," she says.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"/You/ were fixing humans." Kinsey directed at Nicolas. "And bless her heart, Mercy fixes machines. I would be lost without people who fix machines. Really, I would."

To which Kibou had a lot to say. A lot. ~..All you have to them is..~

To keep her face from giving him away, she drank her 'champagne and orange juice' deeply. "Oh my." The champagne bubbles tickled her nose. "I mostly come up with theories and try to make the practice equal to the theories. Right now my work is, for a work, very boring. Which, don't get me wrong it's better than catastrophes. It means so far I'm on the right track."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister raises a hand to his temple, rubbing his pinky finger at the left side a bit and squinting one eye. He glances over the lovely red flapper outfit which could be misconstrued, over all and sundry of the attire and up to Kinsey's face. "Fixing is sometimes a theoretical endeavor. Until a cure for something is proved, it's all theoretical, right? I cut into things and fix what went wrong, which I think is particularly more barbaric than the delight of a pure theorum." Nicolas smiles at that, "...math is perfect, as is any equasion until new variables come about. Engines, living or otherwise, are messy. Although I think mechanics are vastly underrated. Imagine if we had more sentient machines... you turn up at the shot and the greasemonkey is covered in grease and ... that was going somewhere. Oh, well, horror movies for machines?" Because he's waffling, because he's trying to identify who in the world is doing a running commentary.

"Should get invited to things more often Mercy. I will have to speak to the Host about that, because frankly, you tie Giles' tongue in a knot." He does offer a wink there though.

Lucifer has posed:
All of a sudden, from seemingly nowhere, a female figure in a sleeveless muave flapper dress with black and opal beadwork comes and practically *slips* onto Sinister's lap. She has short black hair, a cigarette holder in one hand with a real smoking cigarette on the end, and her eyes are storm grey. "Nicolas. Dahling. Where have you been all night? The dancing is about to start and I've been waiting for you..." She looks him up, down, then catches his gaze and smiles. "Nice suit. Did you go all out just for me, Nicky-poo?"

Then she looks between Mercy - a hint of recognition in those eyes which flash a spark of hellfire - and then to Kinsey. Who gets a look over, a snerk and then all of this woman's attention is back on Nicolas Wessex. "You *are* going to take me dancing aren't you, Sexy Wexy?" He'll get a flash of those hellfire eyes as well, and then she laughs and takes a drag from that cigarette holder, turning her head to blow smoke directly into Nicolas' face.

And just like that, the music changes to some fast paced dancing tune. Definitely something one could do some pretty sweet dance moves to.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
There's a slight quirk of one of Mercy's eyebrows, as she isn't sure quite what to make of the 'bless her heart' part, but she does give a nod. "I've always enjoyed taking things apart and then trying to figure them out and put them back together again, to get them working right," she says, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I have an old Beetle that's sitting out near the garage, and I've been considering redoing it like Herbie," she comments, lifting one of her shoulders in a slight shrug. It might work as a sale piece, but it's a barely started project as it stands.

Her attention turns to Sinister, listening as he speaks. "Well... not everything can be fixed, with current technology. And that applies to machines and living things about equally, I think," she says, her brow wrinkling. Parts can't always be replaced, after all. "If there were sentient machines, then a mechanic covered in grease would be like seeing a surgeon covered in blood and being told 'don't worry, everything's going to be fine'," she muses, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She blinks at the doctor, then tilts her head a touch to one side, and then she blinks again. "Ah, well... I've never really moved in much of a social circle, so to speak," Mercy admits, ducking her chin a bit. "Though I will take it as a good thing, to have that effect on him," she adds, a blush coming to her cheeks anew, her brown eyes showing a sparkle to them. She likes being the woman on Giles' arm.

The sudden appearance of the woman causes a flicker of surprise to show in her eyes, and she takes half a step back. She tilts her head a touch to one side, her nose twitching faintly. Her gaze flicks from the woman to Nicolas and back again, and she lifts her glass of beer to take a sip of it, which is a gesture done to hide a smile. That wasn't expected, and yet in a different way it was. Even before there is that flicker of hellfire to the woman's eyes, she had known, but she has a particularly keen nose as a advantage, and so she inclines her head slightly towards the woman. "That's a lovely dress," she says sincerely, a smile quirking her lips.

Kinsey MacKenna has posed:
"I've been dismissed." Kinsey finds it terribly funny.

"I think I should be getting home." She smiles at everyone, including the woman who is sitting in Nicolas's lap. "Very nice meeting you. Giles. Mercy. And if you would like to visit the space station, Nicolas, please contact us, and mention my name. I would be pleased to show you around."

Sinister has posed:
"PLease, look me up if you're in town, I'm staying at the Super-8 in Sunnydale..." Sinister begins to Kinsey then well. "What the..." distraction can make things more unpredictable and really who can predict the Host of Lux, on the best of days? Suddenly finding his lap occupied, 'Nicolas' looks wide-eyed a moment, then down, then fixed right about -there-. Yes, there. And up again, dropping a mozza stick in his ranch. Nicky-poo? Sexy-Wexy? Ooooh, the shame of it all, the shame! "Luci?" The whisper is almost incredulous. Yes, you idiot. Luci. Oh, hells bells.... of course. He smiles widely, his cheek showing dimples and an ample Dennis Quaid kind of grin "Awww, Luci don't be like that! Ain't you just a picture? Why I've been here, at the bar, Doll. Where else would I be? with you flashin' your sweet cheeks to all them other losers," time to turn on the Zoot suit for all it's worth. "'Scuse me, dames," -- and by the by, for a slightly stuffy englishman, he can turn out a pretty good 1920's Gangster chicago drawl like he was there. Which he was, but we won't mention that. "I gotta take my Gal for a spin. Keep my seat warm, huh?"

Scooping Lucifer up into his arms as he's hit in the face with smoke, he waggles his eyebrows over his shoulder at Mercy and Kinsey as he heads to well, quite honestly... cut a rug.

He isn't half bad at swing, when he gets into things, mostly because if his partner is good at it, he can read moves like there's no tomorrow. Yes, he cheats. Sssh. But not as much as you'd think.

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh Nicolas, you're such a dream! The other gals were tellin' me I was a fool to wait for you but I knew you'd come around..." Luci remarks, another pull from her cigarette holder taken as she's swept up into Nicolas' arms and hauled off to the dance floor. The cigarette holder disappears to...somewhere...and the two really get into it. A definite pair they make, cutting a rug and gathering a small crowd with how in sync they are dancing together. Of course, she sounds like she's just another 1920's heffer out to woo a man quick and get her hotsies in a twist. It's not *really* like that considering the two but hey...

...When in Lux...

Mercy Thompson has posed:
"It was good to meet you as well, Kinsey. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening," Mercy says, giving a small nod to her. She lifts her glass of beer, taking a sip of it and savouring it. She isn't in any particular hurry to reach the bottom of her glass, taking her time about drinking it.

There's a hint of a grin that tugs at Mercy's lips when recognition comes to the doctor, and she can't help but to give a soft chuckle. She inclines her head towards the pair of them. "Of course. Enjoy your dance," she says sincerely, a smile easily coming to her features. She turns then, and lightly slips her free arm around Giles's shoulders, leaning faintly against him whilst he enjoys both food and Glenlivet.

Sinister has posed:
Yes, when in Lux.

On the dance floor though, there's nobody else in Nicholas' eyes but the woman he's dancing with. The crowd could be a thousand fold, but his gaze never sways. That would be adorable in some circumstances, perhaps. The putting on a show, it's inherantly all about her, but that's not a single iota a bad thing in his book. When the dance ends, he actually steps back from 'Luci' and applauds her, walking out of the limelight, so that she can take her bows, only rejoining when she's out of it and stealing a kiss on account of "...Nicky-poo? Sexy-Wexy? Good lords above, woman. Talk about in character..." he chuckles with it, giving a squeeze if allowed and commenting sly and sotto voce. "You ranched my Mozza stick." Back toward the bar though, where friends lurk. He should've expected things like this, he's having a relationship with the Devil.

Lucifer has posed:
Oh and she drinks in that limelight, Luci does. Playing it off, making her curtsies and such while also doing that shy blush move and gesturing people to just 'stop it' with a little hand flick. When things finally die down and she's rejoined by Nicolas, that stolen kiss is returned and then she noses into his neck. "I figured you'd get a kick out of it...when I saw you in the zoot suit, I just had to change my mind and come out with a little more pizazz..." Listening to him still, at that comment about mozz sticks and ranch, she gives a girlish titter. "Oh Nicolas...you're so nasty..." A grin. "But I love it, tell me more...and if you're really good, maybe it won't be the only time I ranch your stick, hmm?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister leans in to Lucifer's ear. "I could dance with you all night, given half the chance. I know that this wasn't for me, but thank you. I liked this time period. It brings out the warm fuzzies, innuendo aside."