14752/Luck Of The Irish...

Luck Of The Irish...
Date of Scene:	04 March 2023
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	St. Patty's goes off without a hitch.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Phantasm (Drago), Sinister, Wonder Woman, Ghost Spider

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Lucifer has posed:
Of course Saint Patrick's Day is when everyone is out and about. Bar hopping, green beer drinking, festive party going people who just want to get drunk and have a good time.

It's no different at Lux. The beer is actually tinted green, the cage dancers are festively...decorated. Meaning they have four-leaf clover nipple tassles and the men have green...well they're modest anyway. The wait staff are in green and gold garb as well. The tables are covered with gold dust spray, there's rainbows and clovers hanging all around and the DJ is playing Irish tunes one can shimmy and sway to. From classics to rock and everything in between. Even the DANCE FLOOR is flashing green and 'gold' (yellow) to just paint the theme in Lux hard.

And as always, the Devil himself, stands in his little perch spot above a spiral stair case. He's got on a dark green suit, gold tie, yellow kerchief in his left breast pocket. His fingernails have been painted green and his hair is dyed a fiery red. Holding a whiskey on one hand and a cigarette in the other, he watches the ebb and flow of the crowd as he always does before shifting to join them. Getting a feel. A taste. His best nights are holiday nights - regardless if the holiday is religious or commercial. The place is rife with sin and vice, and Lucifer S. Morningstar drinks it in by the gallon.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
While Nick may be sporting the last name of Drago, he was raised a Hannigan. So perhaps this is why the musician has opted to come out amongst the masses for St. Patrick's Day. With him finding new haunts that weren't part of the pattern prior to his previous predicaments, portaling to Melville to party is precisely in order.

He even made a semi effort to dress for the season. He hasn't gone as far as Lucifer, that is for certain. His hair remains brown but the band that holds the lengthy locks back is green. He skipped on the jacket but the partly undone collared shirt is indeed a deep green.

The musician pauses at the entrance, glancing about to the festivities and to some of the cups being sloshed about.

Hmm.

Stepping towards the bar, he gives the tender a nod. "Please tell me the Guinness is still intact."

Sinister has posed:
Merriness and festivities being the name of the game, Nathaniel Essex has at least risen very slightly to the occasion -- 'tis the Host of Lux that's the showman. He is... a hanger on that likes to watch the crowds and sometimes observe interesting details of a night? Yes, something like that. He wears black on black, shirt, tailored leather frock coat, jeans, well-heeled boots... but he's wearing a green waistcoat, which has to count for something. Hair neatly tied back in a tail, he is also wearing green rounded spectacles and is watching the world through that verdant veil.

Whatever he's drinking is not whiskey, but rather something with a little paper brolly and a slice of green apple on the rim, probably an appletini. He sits in a booth at the base of the spiral stair, tucked into the very back of it where he can see in multiple directions.

Perhaps he has spotted Nick, perhaps not, but there is a mutter "I feel as if I'm under a very strange sea..." the glasses removed, he eyes them and they simply shift from green to rose. A smile and he returns them to his nose.

Wonder Woman has posed:
On Saint Patrick's Day, everyone is Irish. That's the saying, right? Even for those who are clearly from some place other than the Emerald Isle, it is the one day in which everyone can choose to celebrate and get a sense of what it is like to be Irish. At least from the perspective of partying and merriment anyway.

Arriving at Lux is but one more statuesque dark haired woman.

Her dark hair has been immaculately styled, spilling about her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her vibrant blue eyes take in the sights and sounds and patrons with a curiousity of the sort that the seasoned club goer would instantly file under "does not go to clubs often". She wears a pristine white sleeveless tank dress that holds tightly to her athletic figure. The mock styled neckline and lack of cutouts in the front leave her far more modestly clothed than many of the patrons around her. It leaves her shoulders and arms bare, but for the silver bracers about her wrists. The back is open down to her waist, displaying much olive hued skin. The hemline ends at mid thigh, making it at least practical for dancing. Already taller than most, she still wears silver open toed sandals with three inch heels. The only obvious jewelry beyond the bracers is a small emerald gemmed shamrock pin fixed to the left side of the dress just below her collar bone.

As Diana Prince makes her way into the club, it is abudantly clear - to others and to herself. This is not the sort of celebration she had expected but she has the poise to wade into this wild night of revilry without making a thing of it. She is sure to find some ways to enjoy the night. Even if the 'dancers' here are not of the sort she was told they would be.

Somewhere someone is laughing at the very thought of this situation.

Lucifer has posed:
Interesting what the air can carry as it circulates into and out of the vents of the club. Blue eyes shift towards the entrance and Lucifer gives a half-smirk as he spies Nick walking in. That man is addicted to this place and doesn't even notice it yet.

It's kinda cute.

His gaze shifts down, and while it's the one spot he cannot see, he knows Sinister is in the booth below him. "You look better in red anyway, darling." He speaks, to himself? Perhaps also through the mind so Sinister can hear him either way.

Then something else hits him and his eyes move to the doors again only to spot one Diana Prince walking into the building. He takes a sip of his whiskey and then sets it on the tray of a passing waitress before his steps will guide him towards the Amazon woman. A smile in her direction as he approaches. "As I live and breathe. To what does Lux owe the honor of gaining your patronage tonight, Miss Prince?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The Guinness is not dyed.

Repeat.

The Guinness is not dyed.

Then again it'd probably be a waste of dye. Also considering the beverage is already Irish enough, it doesn't need help. Pleased with the news that his beverage of choice has not been tainted, Nick gives a nod to the tender as he requests a glass of that.

Request in place and there being a period of waiting before a properly poured glass has rested enough, Nick turns his head to people watch. The dancers do get a look. Considering the effort taken to get- uh, dressed it seems like it would be a shame NOT to look at some point.

After about half a minute he scans the rest of the crowd, lifting up a hand in a brief wave of greeting to the familiar faces that he picks out.

And then Diana comes into view.

And this is where things out of context baffle people. If Diana was in another outfit, the recognition would be clear but in that outfit, the name does not come to mind. Especially when factoring in the location. But he can't help to get some sense of recognition of the woman who easily has a few inches on him.

She seems familiar. But how? His head tilts curiously.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister remains seated, that way he's not the tallest in the room. "Speaking of, you look oddly apt with dyed hair. Put a tamoshanter on and you'd scream redcap," grinning with white, white teeth glinting in the flashes of UV, he pokes his glasses up his nose a little to colour the world in the loveliness of pink and slowly uncoils himself to his full height. A neck roll, a shoulder flick and gathering up his glass after a juidicous wriggling of fingers, he abandons the booth in favour of crowd-weaving to the bar.

It's a phenomenon, watching him move. Unlike those who are naturally statuesque and can part a crowd like a galleon in full sail can part the waves... he always just seems to be where people are not. It makes getting where he's going a strangely smooth affair. He stands hipshod against the bar, still a head taller than a good many folks in here; Nick gets a nodding at, a tip of the forelock, also.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana Prince makes her way farther into the club, looking at the dancers with curiosity but no shame or embarrassment. As she begins to work her way toward the bar for a drink, she is approached by.. a man?

Looking to Lucifer in his striking green suit and red hair, she smiles as he addresses her. "Hello" she begins, casting a glance around before looking back to the man. "It is Saint Patrick's Day. I had thought to find a nice place to celebrate and enjoy the spirit of the day. It would seem that the dancers here" her gaze looks to the nearest of them then back, "are not of the traditional sort as it were. I had understood this to be different sort of establishment. But it is fascinating just the same. I think I might stay a while and see how the day is celebrated here."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer raises a brow and then follows her glance towards the caged dancers and then he grins. "Well yes, it is Saint Patrick's Day and here at Lux we try to entertain on most of the holidays. I'm...sorry if our reputation is different than what you're actually experiencing. You see..." He pauses, considers and then shrugs. "Lux is a place where people can come and give in to most of their vices without the harsh judgement of others. Look at the asses shake, and drink to your heart's content. Eat trashy bar food..." He then shifts and motions behind him. "One can even gamble if they feel themselves so inclined..." This offered and then he turns to look at Diana again. "Also, forgive my manners and allow me the pleasure. I am Lucifer Morningstar. Owner and proprieter of Lux." And here he puts a hand on his chest and gives a short bow. "I also interrupted your way to the bar, please, allow me..." and here he motions so he can walk her the short way over to the bar itself.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Finding Sinister now at the bar, Nick turns his head in time to see the nod. Man this guy is fast. Or perhaps his perception's running a bit slower than usual. The mind's kind of funny like that, just skimming through a small fraction of the information it picks up, only taking the time to analyze everything when a threat is perceived. Although as interesting as that tidbit of information is, right now there is beer to be had, giant women to try to identify, and friends to greet.

Speaking of-

Nick nods back to Sinister. "Evening. How was the return trip last night?"

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwendolyn Stacy is, unknown to but a handful, Spider Woman. She's more well known as an occasional model and a holder of a Master's Degree in Biochemistry. Right now? Right now she could be any tart at a bar. Almost any tart, anyway. She's wearing a little black dress that tends way more towards little than dress. It's only over one shoulder, leaving the other bare, and it's -just- longer than scandalously short. Unless she sits, which she is doing right now at the bar. Long dancer's legs end in, honestly, fairly reasonable heels. Her hair is short and pink on the ends, and her barbell piercings in her eyebrow glint in the bar light.

She seems to be nursing a cosmo and people watching.

Sinister has posed:
"It was a phenomenon," Sinister replies with a glance up at the ceiling, plucking the words with some care. There's a crooked smile with it and a look back down at his appletini after, peering over the top of the pink spectacles with the smile becoming a grin, complete with a dimple. "It seemed to have had the desired effect, at the least. And I cannot help but imagine he might well have been spotted, by some lucky octogenarian in her granny flat."

Yes, minds DO do strange things at times and work in mysterious ways. He follows the gaze from guiness indulgent to Host and white-clad guest. "You would think wouldn't you, that a woman like that would be easily recognizable if you'd seen her before," he obliges without a word having been spoken regarding the subject. He leans closer. "She's an ambassador, if I recall correctly." But then? A tickle has him turning his head, scanning around the bar one person at a time. Face by face. Little black dress by little black dress.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana Prince listens to Lucifer with curiosity and interest. She smiles at his apology. "Ah. Mr.. Morningstar. You have nothing to apologize for. There is nothing here that I am offended by. It is simply.. not the way the establishment was described to me. A point I now understand to have been a harmless prank." She pauses and looks around again, then smiles amusedly back at him.

"Unless, somehow, you happen to have a 'true' Irish Pub hidden in the next room, complete with, as they were described to me, 'Riverdancers'. I should have liked to see them. Some other time I suppose. Just the same, it won't ruin my evening nor do I wish to impose upon anyone else's enjoyment. It is their privilege to do as they please. So long as it does not bring others to harm, yes?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer's face seems to ponder a moment and then he scoffs. "Ah, unfortunately not at this time..." Then he shakes his head. "However, I could likely get you tickets to a riverdance show." This said to her and then he holds a finger up. A step, two, and then he's somehow...behind the bar and facing Diana. "Now, what can I get you to drink? Also, allow me to explain. The first drink is free. Always. If it's the only drink you get, so be it. If you wish to drink more you can pay per drink or open a tab." He then grins. "You look like you could handle Asgardian Ale. Would you like a glass of such?"

A new appletini is placed before Sinister. Umbrella and apple slice on the glass as with his first. Nick can order Guinnes until he's passed out drunk and will never get charged for a glass. Special interest discount.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The side of Nick's mouth twists upwards to a bit of a smirk to the response. Considering what he's found out about the couple, details were not really needed. "So a happy ending to yesterday for several people." He assesses, taking a moment to sip his beer."

Sinister's comment to the lack of recognition gets a shrug. "It's a context thing." Nick responds, "You meet a lot of people, but to keep things in order sometimes the faces you see at work, you don't really associate to names unless you're actually at work or thinking of work. So, she's familiar looking, but I wouldn't associate her with this club. So the name fails me."

If Nick is aware of the arrangement Lucifer has regarding drinks, he doesn't draw attention to it at the moment. His consumption of the alcoholic beverage is decidedly slower than it was over at Luke's bar though. There's only so many times you can argue with the owner of a club before you accept it. Sort of. But he's not wanting to abuse it.

The weighted glass softly clunks to the countertop as Sinister brings up the ambassador title. The rockstar hurms. "...Ok. Probably a charity fundraiser then. That's usually where I run into the political types."

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen can feel eyes on her. Her own flicker about in response, trying to figure out who is eyeing her and for why. Granted, most of the reason is 'That dress is really short', and that's fine, but her ingrained sense of paranois from being a Spider Person is hard to shake. Even while drinking while dressed like a tart at a fancy bar she probably can't afford to be at on the regular.

She's not one of those rich models. Yet. Or a tenured Biochemist. Yet.

Still, her shoulders itch as eyes are on her, not quite spider-sense, but close. She grumbles and slugs her drink, ordering another.

Sinister has posed:
There are some things that it's best just to accept, mostly because of reasons. Nevermind that Nick could probably drink himself into liver cirrhosis here and it wouldn't make much of a dent in the pocket book! That's neither here nor there. "Aah. I stopped with context a long time ago. Different cataloguing system these days," Sinister comments, still looking from face to face, little black dress to little... He pauses. The weight of the gaze becomes about ten times as great, a definite penetrating regard from the tall, darkhaired fellow at the bar. Eyes narrow behind the rose-tinted spectacles and finally, the gaze moves off, but there's probably still a bit of a tingle, gaze aside, there's definitely 'listening' going on.

With a frown, Sinister looks back to his conversation partner, blinks and seems to reset himself to the here and the now. "You know, for reasons that my mind is struggling to explain to me, I have a crazy urge to giggle at the notion of you and political types bumping elbows. You'd make a refreshingly honest sort of politician. It would drive people nuts. You should run for Mayor."

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana Prince slows as she nears the bar and.. Lucifer is now behind it. Somehow indeed. She knows something unusual must have just happened. But it is a club and she was here because she had decided to go out. And out she is.

"Just a glass of wine would be fine, thank you. But I will pay for it. Nothing is free - it costs someone." Eventually if not immediately. But in the simple sense, a free drink is not profit for a club.

"I have not been in before. How long has the club been here?" It really wasn't the sort of circles in which she often traveled, if ever.

Lucifer has posed:
"Would that be red, white, or rose? I have plenty of all types, so pick your color and I will do my best to tickle your palate." Lucifer offers. "And no dice. You can use whatever you feel is best to tip the barmen here for the first drink. This is my bar, I make profits from many things, Miss Price." He assures her this and then smiles.

"Oh the club has been here for..." He tries to think on it. "Ten years now? Give or take? I don't really pay attention to time. It's the adventure you have along the way that matters most, don't you think?" He asks this while watching Diana with a keen eye. "But I'm not surprised you haven't been here before, since it took a lie to get you to come. We usually serve...a particular sort."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Don't underestimate the power of senators wanting to seem 'cool' to younger voters by taking pictures with celebrities." Nick comments to Sinister, picking up his glass again. There's a quiet consideration of Sinister's joking suggestion. "I'm not THAT honest. Although, you're probably right about the reaction. Me doing something like that would give a few people ulcers."

Bucky. Fury. He assumes his father. His father's handler. Wade...

Clint and Skye would probably be laughing their asses off though.

Ghost Spider has posed:
Gwen shivers a little as she feels the intesnsity of that gaze shift and leave. Something is clearly going on, but she doesn't quite know exactly what.

Not that she's here for that kind of thing. She just wants to look hot and drink cosmos like a basic bitch.

So far, this is working as intended.

Sinister has posed:
"Honest enough that it would tickle me pink to watch the campaign trail," Sinister chuckles, finishing off his appletini with a flick of the wrist and taking up the next. He looks back across the festively golden green fiasco that is frivolity on St Patricks here, toward Gwen once again. But it's to Nick he comments "...do you happen to know who that young woman over there is? I'm fairly certain... I ought to know her. And I don't. At all."

Sometimes, stating the absolute fact at leat gets the ball rolling.

Wonder Woman has posed:
Diana Prince says, "Red would be fine, thank you." SHe considers his words and the sort of.. bargain.. it begins to feel like. It is curious. And it feels not unlike dealing with a particular Olympic god of war. It's as much in what is left unsaid as it is about how what /is/.. is actually said. Why do all the nefarious types seem like they have each graduated from law school?

Offering a smile, Diana settles on a stool at the bar, smoothing her skirt as she does so.

"Ten years. Hmm. I find it interesting that I had not realized it was here." Thinking a moment she shakes her head, "No matter. It is an.. intriguing venue. Quite impressive."

A lie got her here? Yes. She supposes in the end that is just what it was. Harmless prank or not, it was an untruth.

"Perhaps so. Though I do not sense it was out of spite, but certainly to take advantage of my lack of familiarity with Lux. I expect the person thought the club would offend or upset me." Neither of which the Amazon appears to be."