14124/Come with me if you want cupcakes.

Come with me if you want cupcakes.
Date of Scene:	14 February 2022
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Sarah Connor, Red Robin

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Thomas Raith has posed:
The normal weekend crowd of the Blue Lady is not in attendence tonight as they prepare for the Big Valentines day party. a Sign saying "No Live Music" is outside and there isn't much of a crown aside from a few hardcore regulars. Axe is still on the door of course, manning the metal detector but otherwise looking bored.

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sarah has been through the rigmarole before. Before she approaches the door, she has already begun to empty out her pockets so to speak. This time her blade is silver edged. Possibly one of her guns carries similar ammunition.

Weird, right? She's a terminator hunter, right?

"Evening Axe. Don't worry, I haven't held nothing back." Though it begs, if something.. or someone.. broke in, wouldn't they be sorry with the weapons under lock and key? Mind you, she wasn't too bad at street fighting (read: she was excellent) if push came to shove.

She held out her arms to be wanded.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith had been given the heads up by Axe as soon as the woman came in, and so by the time she was approaching the bar, the gorgious Vampire already had two glasses out and the Crystal liquer decanter that she knows from past experience contains sweet tea. "Of all the gin joints in all the world." He says mildly amused.

Sarah Connor has posed:
That brings a smile to her lips. "..I had to walk into yours."

Sarah eased into a seat. "I see we are drinking the same thing." Her glass is lifted to him. "But I won't tell if you don't." She swirls it about like it was something else (just in case people are being nosy) and takes a sip. "How are you?"

The glass is lowered and is cupped in one hand. Obviously, she's had plenty of practice pretending.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs slightly, taking the glass she didn't and sipping it lightly. "It's all about perception." He says mildly amused and tilting his head slightly, "So what can I do for you. I assume you aren't here for our Valentine's day special."

Sarah Connor has posed:
"Do I look like someone who requires a Valentine's day special?" Sarah quirked a single brow. (She most definitely did not.) "What is the Valentine's day special anyway?"

She was out of the loop when it came to that.

"Actually, I had heard that you'd be in the market for a contractor. A special contractor, if you know what I mean. It seems I have run into several.. let's say clans..? Amongst others."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Two steak dinners, all the trimings, a bottle of red wine, and a massive desert to share." he says mildly amused. He tilts his head though at her next statement and nods. "I'm all ears."

Sarah Connor has posed:
"If you like that." Sarah didn't by the shaking of her head.

"As for the clans.." She was trying to keep it quiet, not knowing what Thomas was willing to speak about. "Let's be frank. I could be a waitress, and I could be needing you to help." Then why had she said contractor? "I'm not though. Faith would say hi if she knew I was here, btw."

Probably not, but you never can tell with Faith.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake has been looking over Bloodhaven a bit for Dick while he has been busy, and tonight, he is trying to find a bit more about the area from a more normal view point. He his wearing a nice suit, and a has changed his appearance a bit. Learned from the bat, his fake mustache and goat-tee are on point, a small scar on his cheek, and a fake Id naming him and Antony Devalchi." He shows his Id and comes in looking about the place.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins just slightly, "Well Faith is welcome to stop by and say Hello any time she wants. She is on the approved list after all." He says with mild amusement. "And if you do want a job here I'd be more then happy to bring you on... Though he doubts Sarah would want to dress up like a 20's cigar girl. Tim's arival does not go unnoticed, but is unremarked for now. The Club isn't at it's best with no live music tonight as they prep for V-Day.

Sarah Connor has posed:
"Give me.. A job.. here?" Sarah laughs. "As nice that is, and I would fill out those uniforms.." Sarah had plenty of jobs in the past that were similar. "You would be wasting my talents there. No, I thought I was perfectly clear."

Clans.. Faith.. Contractor.

"I had thought I could work on your other jobs."

In other words, Slayer business.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake will make his way to the bar, and looks over the bottles ordering one of their top notch bottles, a double. When he takes the glass, he will use slight of hand to drop a pellet into it that will neutralize the alcohol in it, so it will just be a blah drink. He then turns leaning against the bar slightly to look over the bar as a whole.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith looks amused and shakes his head. "Oh, I understand you perfectly." He says sipping his tea and gesturing with his glass to an attractive blonde in her early 20's that would be a 10 in any man's rating scale. "Didi Raith, my cousin. She could drain the life out of you in less then five minutes, and you'd beg her not to stop." He nods towards the VIP lounge and the massive black man guarding it. "Crush is a werebear. He could literally tear the limbs off a man and beat him with the wet ends." He looks to the door where Axe stands. "Forty five confirmed vampire kills, he's a vanilla human." Finally he glances at the one eyed Bartender, "And no one knows what the fuck Yosa is." He smirks, "Slaying doesn't pay the bills, pay the rent, or put food on the table. And to quote a maniac who once held a knife to my throat, I may fuck with the Batman, but the IRS? No thank you."

Sarah Connor has posed:
Sarah doesn't even blink at that. "Was I supposed to be surprised at what they could do?"

She drinks a sip of the amber liquid that was in her glass. "Neither does hunting terminators. And as far as I can tell, I've got the world record in those. Never mind."

Whether she means forget it, or there's another person who didn't need to know what they were talking about, isn't clear.

Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake would be reading their lips perhaps, but he has no real reason to. He is checking out the different people in the bar making mental notes on them, and any connections he knows of are filed away. Dick may know who all the players are but Dick was never the best with paperwork.