14530/A night out at the club.

A night out at the club.
Date of Scene:	31 August 2022
Location:	Club Evolution, Mutant Town
Synopsis:	Some interesting.... people.... come into the club.
Cast of Characters:	Cannonball, Sinister, Lucifer, Quake

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Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is here at the club. It is a quiet night, tonight is one of the open mic nights, so there are folks here to try their music, and have fun. There have been some bands which made it decent here, but some folks just think it is prep for American Idol. Sam is at the bar, near one end, with a glass of tea in front of him.

Sinister has posed:
One has to suppose that with events happening around NYC and in Westchester, that some individuals are here also to take their minds off of what's going on in the here and the now. Forgetting it for a night, to challenge their creative flow and see if they can dream a way outta this town. One individual is not here to step up to the mic, though it would be interesting if he were. Dressed in an armani suit though with black kidskin gloves on, Club Evolution does not bring out the Chameleon in Mister sinister. He is himself, sans the cloak and biosteel. AND, what's worse, is he has one of those Serious <tm> expressions, that go beyond the normal dispassionate or acutely annoyed at the lesser minds of men.

"...Well, it's still standing and there's no rioting, which is a positive note. I don't intent to stay all that long, but reactions to me... tend to tell me who is and who is not relevant. I can't imagine the school got toasted, they're like cockroaches. Not even death sticks." He murmurs in that deep english tone, to someone or other.

Lucifer has posed:
Walking along side Mister Sinister with that Serious <tm> expression on his pall and the ruby on his head standing out and proud, is one Lucifer Morningstar. The owner and proprieter of Club Lux has finally left the roost for a night of accompanying his companion to other things requiring attention. His suit is also armani - it might even be a little Sinister - a three piece that fits immaculately to his form. Dark blue with a red undershirt and a red handkerchief tucked in the left breast pocket. His hair - black - is a bit messy but in that perfect way hair is never messy and just styled so.

"Still standing is good..." He replies. "Relevancy is overrated don't you think? Also, well...I suppose Death can't come for everyone, can it?" A glance around at this particular point, and then he Grins <tm> in the way only a Devil can. "Interesting joint. It...exudes quite an interesting mix of powers..."

Quake has posed:
Skye was spending her night without her internet.

*GASP*

Mostly it was for work. Something about someone using here, or close to here, as a base to give out their drugs.. and worse. It was the worse that had SHIELD worried. But as she wandered in, she realized she was definitely over dressed.. Or underdressed..

Or something.

Certainly not what she'd dressed for.

Sigh? Heading for the bar, she realized the second part of the problem: What to drink to fit in. It had been so long that she couldn't remember. And something tells her they didn't have beer on tap.

Damn Fury!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is dressed in a purple button up shirt, and dress slacks. His shirt even has the logo on the pocket. He nods to the woman as she comes to the bar. While the two men might be dressed to the nines, most of the people are there to have fun. And yes, they do have beer on tap, maybe not a huge selection, but they do have some and even have some canadian beers put aside in the fridge but those are reserved. As for those from the school, yea Sam's one of those, and having been dead and come back, yes again. He sees Sinister coming in and he does stiffen, but a friend of his recently spoke of trusting him, and giving him a chance, so Sam will keep an eye on him, but aint looking to confront him, at least not yet.

Sinister has posed:
"To say the least," Sinister replies in the same quiet murmur to the Morningstar. There's a sidelong look taking in the profile, characterized by the glowing red eyes flaring just a little below brows. "Some of it is quite vexing... ahh, there we go," said with a mild tone of resignation; t'was all in the posture from Sam. But distance being distance and no violent moves having been made, he takes on the others at the bar, glances at the singers lined up, then with an elegant gesture, steers steps in that direction. "I think they only have bourbon or Jack Daniels here, but it's passable."

This information given, his pupiless gaze sweeps the rest of the club then ignores.

He probably ISN'T ignoring though.

"Mister Guthrie. I am quite glad to see you intact, though you are quite capable of surviving a good deal. Lucifer, this is Mister Guthrie. The manager." With an open palmed gesture toward the Cannonball. Skye is given a long looking at. If he knows of her, he isn't letting on. SHIELD has files on him, Fury made that rather obvious on their last encounter. Tit for tat is only polite, ne?

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shifts his gaze to follow along where Sinister looks. Of course he can feel the power of people shifting through the air here but THAT isn't what gives him an appetite. It's the people having one too many drinks, or here for a good time. The flirt trying hard to get his libido stirred for the night. Vain. Pride. Gluttony. Even amongst the masses of younger adults, a place like this could be RIFE with even a couple of the Seven - if not all of them. A breath or two will fill him with the answers he seeks in little time.

As they make their way towards the stage and approach the man dressed in purple, introductions are made and Lucifer extends his hand to the one he doesn't know. "Mister Guthrie. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'm Lucifer Morningstar." A pause for reaction, if any. "You have quite the establishment, I must say."

Quake has posed:
Hopping onto a barstool, Skye pulled off her gloves - sort of opera glove - those she put of the chair beside, and left her arms exposed with braces on each arm.. Without those the rest of her outfit was much better for fitting in. Even with her standing out a little bit as a high-class-goth. Only played down a little.

While she had not been introduced to Sinister, Skye being who she was, knew /of/ him. And she certainly knew Lucifer as well. But in this case she wasn't here to watch those (beyond the usual keeping her eyes and ears open). Instead she was to look around and see if SHELD information was correct, with what they had received.

So far, so good.

"Can I have.. geez.. I guess a long island iced tea?" She really is not certain about that.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit at the name of the man introduced to him. He is not sure if he is the real deal or not. Sam has seen an awful lot of things in his day, and one of his friend runs her own little pocket hell, so who knows. With just the barest hesitation he will shake Lucifer's hand. "Welcome to the club, and I hope you can enjoy a nice uneventful night here at our club." He does not make any threats, but does try to let it be known he expects good behavior.

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, my dear boy, you know, most of the time it's happy times in the little village of Uneventful, in the county of Nothingoingon, state of Status quo. I don't actually go out of my way looking for trouble, it tends to just be there on account of its own damn self." Sinister replies to the non-inflected friendly-as-you-like expectation of good behaviour. There's a smile, strangely NOT very intimidating looking, which probably doesn't help a thing. "I'll have a bahama mama, with one of those maraccino cherries, if you would. And a double whiskey, neat, whatever's the highest shelf you have."

Settling, he watches the shaking of hands. Sometimes uneventful is relative as that grin is taken in, looking along the bar to Skye once again.

"You can put whatever the lovely lady wants on my tab, too, Sam," first names? First names. It might be hauteur, but it doesn't sound like it. Then he leans upon the bar with one elbow, a lowering of brows following. "Might I trouble you for a brief bit of truth, Sam?" Pause "Is the school alright?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer eyes Sinister a moment and then just shrugs his shoulders. It's not HIM footing the bill, and his companion can do whatever he wants with his money. "Uneventful will be nice. Then again you're not drawing the type of crowd that screams we're going to do everything we can to fuck your night up so.." He shrugs again and then smirks before shifting his gaze over towards Skye for a moment, a tilt of his head given one way and then the other before he finally shifts to take a seat at the bar. For the moment, silent, observant, as the Devil often is.

Quake has posed:
As the word trickled down that Sinister paid for her drink, Skye stared at him. Of course he had suddenly become very interesting to her. What was his point??

And then, because she can hear the most minute of noises when she wants to (thanks mom!) Sinister mentioned the school. Now as far as she knew, the school was not harmed, but anything could be important. Not for her mission per se, but still important.

Though really she would be better off to change her seat to be closer.. ah! And Sinister gave her the perfect reason! Leaving her previous spot she got up, and switched to one nearer Sinister.

"Thanks." She lifted her drink. "Really, I should have tried the beers on tap." Skye shrugs. "I guess I should get your name, seeing as you bought me a drink?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "It and the students are fine, we have been working to help those of the are who were effected, setting up temp housing and the like. The are has been friendly to the school for some time, and many of the students want to help those who need help." He tries not to give to much away there. "and sometimes, the trouble can sneak up on you, but we do have good security, after a few incidents a few years back."

Sinister has posed:
"Or fall on you from the stratosphere," Sinister says in a bland, nonchalant kind of tone. "You know, it's all very H.G. Wells," he continues, musing with a roll of his wrist "...I have war of the worlds running through my head. The radio show was better." He nods though, after a pause -- the kind of acknowledgement of genuine gratitude for a little more than media would be prone to saying. Or informants. They're always biased, in both cases.

With another glance at Lucifer, there's a little metronome waggle of his index finger. "You can tease me later," because Skye. With a look her way as she slides closer with that excuse laid out neat and tidy, there's drinks set down, for indeed it IS his money and he will do with it a she pleases, for a round of three drinks! "Doctor Essex to be formal. Nathaniel, to be informal. Sinister, to be uncouth and code-naming. I'm feeling perniciously honest, tonight. It might be something in the water."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer chuckles and then shakes his head. Since he's not drawing attention to himself, he can just settle back like a fly on a wall. Then there's an itching, and he glances around before determining that this is likely one place which strictly adheres to the 'no smoking' policy - at least of the tobacco and other such substances kind.

"Well, while you mingle, I'm going to get some fresh air...tho...it may not be so fresh...and also might not be just air." He offers to Sinister, grabbing his drink to down it in one swallow before rightly kissing Sinister on the cheek and sauntering for the exit.

Quake has posed:
"Dr. Essex? Really. I hope you don't mind me calling you Nathaniel? Mine is Skye Johnson. It's been so long being out, I really don't remember the last time I went to a club. Call me Skye."

She smiles haphazardly.

Then Lucifer says goodnight, with a kiss for Nathaniel. Mind you - on the cheek, but Skye had some info that that was not always the case.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods to the man as he heads out and will sip his own tea, sweet iced, not long island. He looks up and as there is a break one of the regulars who plays gets up to sing a song. It is a red winged young man, whose singing is amazing, but he is dressed like a bus boy tonight

Sinister has posed:
Sinister leans in to the kiss, which is another snippet of information. As, perhaps is his reaction to the red winged man bussing tables and being not who he often is. It makes Sinister's lips press together ever so slightly. With a gesture, the contents of his drink and the straw with it, levitate out of the glass they were contained in and hover at his side in a perfect glass shape, sans the actual container. A fifty is set on the bar, more than enough to cover the drinks and he clears his throat.

"A pleasure Skye. If you'll excuse me though, I do believe I need to pollute my lungs alongside the Lord of Hell."

Sliding off the stool, he catches Sam's eye one more time though. "Thank you," a simple phrase, virtually unheard of. And then, with a polite and genteel incline of his head, Sinister leaves. Without fuss. Without incident.

Quake has posed:
And then there were two.

Well, and the entire club. But Sinister and Lucifer had about as quickly as they had come. Turning her attention back to Samuel, Skye grins. "Do you always have such interesting people here?" Mean the couple who just wandered out.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "Usually interesting but not quite the same as them he admits. He will offer his hand to the woman and says "Sam Guthrie." In introduction. He then pauses and checks to see if Sinister paid his tab before leaving.

Quake has posed:
Skye reaches across to shake his hand. "I used to putter around by this bar in Hell's Kitchen. It's been a really long time. I feel so old!"

And so out of practice!

"Really, though - how is the school?" Mind you she hasn't told him that she was SHIELD, and furthermore, she had been on several joint missions with the X-force. He might not know.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "Well, Ah doubt it was that long ago." He offers a bit and as she asks about the school, his brow will raise. "You friends or family or one of the students or staff?" He checks.

Quake has posed:
"You might say that."

Quickly she backed up her introduction. "That's Agent Skye Johnson. And I'm sorta SHIELD's special weapon. I was helping with the internet, but the last time I was helping with my powers. I.. well.. since becoming an agent, I have found out that I'm Inhuman. Mostly it means I've got powers like you."

Skye still feels weird to admit it.

"The bracers are on my forearms for a purpose. Not to look cool. Or whatever the kids say these days. See?" She holds up her arms. "They brace my hands so that I don't break my arms, continually."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmmms and nods. He looks at the braces and nods his head a bit to this and says "Have known a few folks, who have needed some outside help with their abilities, some of the doctors in the hero community have been quite helpful." He hmmms a bit and says "Sounds like you may know a bit more about me than I do about you."

Quake has posed:
"Not really."

Again Skye grins. "You haven't committed any crime that we are concerned about. As far as I care, you're just a simple man, with a few oddities. I mean I'm not the police or the FBI! Good lord! But I figured it would be simpler if I told you who I was at the start."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Well, Ah aint committed any crimes Ah know of if that helps out some." He offers with a smile.

Quake has posed:
"See? All good." Skye swishes her drink around, before setting in on the bar. "Anything weird going down here?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie shakes his head and says "Not around here, that attack up state is still a thing though, you heard anything on that you can let us know about?

Quake has posed:
Skye frowns. "Not that I can confirm.. yet. There might be a person using the front of a gang to move women around. Nothing confirmed yet. You can call on me if you hear anything? It would be helpful."

And with that, she stood up from her stool and prepared to leave.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit brow raised a bit at the idea she brought up but you never know. "Have a good day Agent Skye, and hope things go well for you."