14860/A Night of Lux-ury

A Night of Lux-ury
Date of Scene:	27 March 2023
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	A night at Lux is always interesting. Especially when Rorschach takes the trash out, and Bruce Wayne joins care of Harley Quinn.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Rorschach, Sinister, Harley Quinn, Batman

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Lucifer has posed:
As it goes on weekend nights, the club isn't filled to the brim but there is a decent crowd. The normal traffic that pop in for a nightcap and to watch the dancers in their cages. Some groups of college kids getting down on the dance floor while the DJ spins tunes from the classics to the modern. There's small tables of people doing business of who knows what, and so long as they keep things civil, they can do as they wish. It just means the money is going to keep rolling in and once again, Lucifer's business survives another day. (As if it's in trouble of doing so, which it certainly is not)

And just where is our luxurious owner and proprieter? In the usual perching spot which is a dip of flooring just aside a spiral staircase that connects the up and down. It allows him a vantage point - the only one that exists - to watch all the things that are going on in his club. He's dressed - as immaculately as always - in a three piece suit. Red with a black tie and a black handkerchief tucked into the left breast pocket. His hair is slicked back and those blue eyes shift as he takes in the night's current accruement. Without saying anything, he plucks a whiskey off an incoming waitress' tray and takes a slow sip, smirking at the moment. Or maybe he's always smirking.

Rorschach has posed:
One of the groups of yuppie types, finance bros and trust fund kids, gets a visit from a new friend in a red leather jacket, a fast-talking blonde guy who's shaking all their hands in a way that would be conspicious if anyone was really paying attention. Just a mid-level dealer passing out an order and palming cash in the handshakes. But he isn't really that interesting. The interesting one is the one that follows...

Rorschach had been trailing Terry Diver for half a week now. Just a junkie piranha, all the usual sleaze, a pervert, a creep, an abuser, a pimp. Anything to leech onto others for cheap satisfaction and as much cash as he could stuff down his tight pants.

"Worm," Rorschach mutters under his breath. "Pestilence. Plague. Rot. Gangrene. You ape of ruin. I'll follow you into your neon hell."

The man at the door usually only lets in the hot, the cool, the famous, the desired. Rorschach is none of these. He is rumpled, heavy-coated, with an ill-fitting fedora jammed over a cloth mask that has never been washed. His breath moves the cloth and it billows. He doesn't smell very good. His gloved hands are in his pockets. He's bigger than you'd think.

"Move or break. Your call."

The bouncer, a trained jujitsu fighter on significant amounts of steroids, starts to jump. Then thinks twice. Then moves out of the way.

Rorschach has entered the building.

Sinister has posed:
There's a young man at the stool-less bar dressed like he's planning on being in a goth hangout in the not too distant future; leaning against the brass rail, hipshod and with one DM boot, wreathed in stylized flames as it is, touching tip to toe with the floor. Long hair is straight as a flatiron, black and sleek and he's wearing an eye patch over the right eye. Spinning a coin on the bar top, his shoulders are hunched up, his attention fully on the concept of creating perpetual motion.

To some, he might actually look familiar, if one were to take off quite a lot of muscle mass, many years and ADD a good deal of colour, which is odd to say for a goth. But Sinister is an odd individual at times. He leans down to the coin, blows on it and sets it spinning faster, then to peer over his left shoulder with one pale grey eye toward the door. "Interesting," sounding vaguely like Jack Sparrow, he twists enough to lean an elbow, glancing then to the Host and back to the door. The coin spins, endlessly.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Of course, the queen of crime is here. Funny enough, she's not on the dance floor right now. She's in her booth enjoying some drinks but it looks like she's on like drink 10 and she lets out a sigh " There are some days I wish I wasn't immune " She tinks the glass a bit but she looks down," but I do have a nice dress " she grins brightly

Lucifer has posed:
As if Lucifer can read minds, with just a glance from the goth man sitting at the bar, his attention moves to the door. Eying the masked man who just came in and he takes another sip of whiskey before shifting eyes around once more. One to keep an eye on, surely, but there have been worse types in the club. Better types as well, but definitely worse.

He'll shift to move, descending those spiral stairs with an air and grace that only the Devil can afford. Walking through the crowd like it's nothing, as if people may actually shift out of the way - voluntarily or not - as he makes his way through. A stop at a particular booth and blue eyes shift to take in the pale woman sitting there. "Why, Miss Harley Quinn as I live and breathe. What are you doing just sitting there like your sorrows will drown in a bottle. You should show off that nice dress to the crowd.." Motioning towards the dance floor then.

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach doesn't acknowledge the other patrons. He only has eyes for Diver, his gaze like an owl's as his head swivels back and forth. The heat of bodies in the place, even on a scarce night, is palpable and the spots on his mask shift with the heat, squirming like slugs trapped between panes of microscope glass, specimens still alive in their entrapment. Two things made them move: the storms of Rorschach's moods and the fumes of the stinking world through which he walked.

"Hey, watch it, mo--" A man shouts - 33, lawyer, divorced - turns to shout, only to find a leather glove over his mouth, fingers cradling his face with a strength unexpected. Even through the music, Rorschach's rasp cuts through.

"Walk away while you can walk."

Rorschach releases and walks on. Almost there. Diver's back is to him. Ripe for the taking.

Sinister has posed:
"No kidding," Sinister murmurs from his lean at the bar. But then there'd be a mess to clean up and that, frankly, is not something he likes in the place where he lounges and studies and watches the world go by. Not everything in this club is a prime suspect, or even a prime /subject/ but they come in more often than he would otherwise like to admit. And so, without a look back to Lucifer, as the Host has his thing covered, he pushes from the bar and approaches...

...the messing with the mind. Oddly, he stops in his advance and simply stares at Rorschach for a couple of seconds. Then the single eye ticks over to the target and he begins to move that way. It's a subtlety, much in the same way as Lucifer seems to part a crowd, he simply always is where people are not. It makes passage through a crowd an easy thing.

"Turn. See him." Murmured quietly at this low-bit drug dealer. The pirrhana in the pond, when there's a pike nearby. Money's on the fresh water barracuda, you bet your life...

And the coin on the bar keeps spinning.

Harley Quinn has posed:
     Looks up and beams one of her killer bright smiles " Luci! " She throws her arms up in the air and jumps up with lots of bounce as she wraps her arms around the man and plants a big Mwah-type kiss on his cheek " How ya been! I'm sorry I wasn't back, but Mr J tried to kill me, so I been kinda busy! " .

     She stops and looks down and gives a little twirl " do you like that dress? " She asks with a beaming smile throwing up a leg. "I'll only go dance if you will. Also, you know I can't get drunk. I mostly drink it for the taste," she smirks. Then points " That guy's got murder on the brain " She says pointing to Rorschach.

Batman has posed:
Bruce Wayne wanders in having found a place to park, he's looking around and spies who he's looking for. Dressed in a black suit with crimson red tie and vest, black shoes shined to be able to see a reflection. He approaches Harley and Lucifer. "Harls, hope you weren't waiting to long Love, who's your friend here?" He asks before looking to Lucifer. "Bruce Wayne, a pleasure to meet you." He says holding out his right hand to Lucifer. "So what's got you all bouncy again my love?" Bruce asks placing a chaste kiss upon her lips.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer offers a smile in return to Harley. Tolerating her jump and hug, and even the big smooch she gives to his cheek. It's very likely there's a nice imprint of lipstick on his cheek now but he's all smiles. "How many times does that make it for Mister Joker trying to kill you now, Harley?" Asking this in jest. Mostly.

A slight step back is taken, though he keeps one of her hands held in his free one. "A nice dress indeed, you are always a sight to behold. And I suppose I can give you a dance. If you promise to play nicely, as always." Finishing his drink, he sets the glass down on her table and then...another man appears. He'll drop Harley's hand to give her a moment to greet this person calling her love and then takes the offered hand in a shake. "Lucifer Morningstar. Your reputation proceeds you, Mister Wayne. It's an honor...and a curiosity...to have you here at Lux. I was about to take Doctor Quinn for a spin on the dance floor but if you have that covered..."

Rorschach has posed:
Diver's got a weak mind, it isn't hard for Sinister to push the little shitbag as he likes. He turns dutifully and sees Rorschach. He's been in the streets long enough to know who Rorschach is.

"Oh, fuck! FUCK!" he screams, reaching into his pocket to try to pull out the little gun he'd managed to smuggle in. Only Rorschach's there now. One gloved hand claps over Diver's, muffling his screams as he presses close. His other hand catches the wrist of the hand with the gun. Thub pressure at the wrist grinds a nerve, sending a shock up Terry's arm, then a sickening wrench as Rorschach uses pure leverage and strength to shatter the dealer's ulna. The sharp point of the point plunges splintered up through the torn surface of his skin. Rorschach body-checks him hard, driving him, back, back, into a wall near the bathroom, a shadowed place to hang coats and make out in the shsadows. Intimate.

"Scream and I'll tear your jaw off. Do we understand each other, worm?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister has this one covered. It might even be that Lucifer knows this. The thin goth fellow with his eye patch follows the passage of the foolish, in the wake of dark justice and his boots, despite their shape, make precise footfalls, clipped as he advances.

"Can't scream. Be a good boy and you might just live. He's after bigger fish and we do -not- like messes in here."

And then to the Watchman in the bright lights with the shiny people, he draws close. "Messes get you uninvited. It's the one rule you shouldn't break in here. But by all means, get what you came for, whoever you are."

Harley Quinn has posed:
     Giggles and smiles, giving a hug to bruce and a light kiss back ' I'm gonna dance with luci," She says softly, looking at bruce " he's an old friend and somebody is being bad " She points to a corner with a smirk. Before she takes lucifers hand, " That's my new boyfriend.. he's soooo much better than Mr. J .. you were right I shoulda listened to you before. Did you take my advice about therapy yet? " .

Batman has posed:
Bruce Wayne smiles and shakes the hand. "Well now I didn't think I'd be so well known outside of Gotham." He laughs and finishes the handshake. "No by all means have a dance with her, just save me one Harls." He smiles and orders a bottle of the finest Scotch in the joint.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer glances over to the bad man in the corner and smirks. He does, indeed, know that Sinister can handle that. Which in fact causes him to have a quick side thought that is then shifted away as he gets the okay to dance with Harley. "New Boyfriend? Well, I'm glad to see you've taken a step up from Joker. Good for you, Doctor Quinn." He smiles towards Bruce. "I will bring her back in once piece, Mister Wayne, I promise."

Then he leads Harley towards the dance floor. "Well. I sort of listened to your advice on therapy. Course, it's funny you mention it as I have another acquaintance who feels therapy might be good for myself and my beloved." Lucifer says this as he begins to let the rhythm of the music move himself expertly along with Harley. "But I took it for myself, got a little more in touch with things. Settled down. Things have been going well..." He finishes explainig.

Bruce is served - quite quickly - a full bottle of some very high shelf scotch and a couple of glasses by a barely clad, full chested waitress. "This is on the house, courtesy of the owner."

Rorschach has posed:
Diver's eyes jack back and forth, bulging in their sockets as Rorchach's hand grips his face, much as he did the lawyer back in the club. Pressure applied at teh brow, the hinge of the jaw, flexed hard enough to make it feel as if his face is about to pop right off of his skull. Excruciating enough it makes the dealer salivated, drool slopping down his chin as Rorschach draws thae other hand away from his mouth.

"Shit, Lemonhead, my source's name is Lemonhead, he lives on this...on this farm out near Bludhaven. Here, it's...it's in my phone, take it, just please, don't kill me, man, I heard 'bout you, brother, it don't gotta be like that oh my fuckin' god I don't wanna..."

Rorschach shoves a chloroform rag into Diver's mouth. Only then, when he has his answers, doss he acknowledge Sinister."

"No mess. I'll take out the garbage," he says. He draws a jumbo sized ultra-strength hefty bag from his pocket and flicks it out.

"You'll never see him again. Like he was never here. Problem solved. You're welcome."

Sinister has posed:
"That /is/ one way of doing it. Permanent solutions to fundamental problems..." looking monocularly at the unfortunate victim of drawing the wrong attention, Sinister folds arms over his narrow chest, staring a hole in the unconscious man's skull. "He knows more than he just confessed though. There's a litany of sins and it does play out like a spiderweb on LSD--" he informs rather quietly. The eye ticks back to Roschach's ever-changing mask, fixates on it a long moment in fascination. "But to each their own ends."

Because he can't help it though. "Who -are- you?"

A couple of the bouncers, alerted by the less aware staff, round the pillar by the washrooms, look at the sight and do that tennis-match of eyes as the vignette is taken in. The body bag is a thing, not unseen here, but not frequent and usually there's answers that need giving. From Sin, the very faintest of headshakes. "There's a back door, you know."

Harley Quinn has posed:
     Gasps and laughs brightly as she twirls and shimmy, her hips wiggling a bit to the side. Say what you want, but she can move! as she gives lucifer a tap on the shoulder, " You got yourself a love.. that's so awesome. I soon wanna meet her," she giggles " Who managed to get one night of fun Luci to accept more than one go ".

     " Yeah, who knew I liked the playboy type " She smirks, looking over to bruce. She's not worried that they don't have that crazy guy handled. She's worried that bruce will see it. Then again, swaying her hips at him might work as a distraction.

Batman has posed:
Bruce Wayne takes the bottle of Scotch and pours some into each glass Bruce does notice what's going down but the situation seems handled and well this isn't his place. Harley's swaying hips do get his attention and he watches her move his eyes never leaving her not once

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer places hands on Harley's hips after she's done twirling and giving a shimmy. It's a dance floor, the beats are fire, and Lucifer isn't holding back. Well, not really. "It's a him, actually. And he's here tonight. So you might actually get to meet him if you play your cards right." There's a little bump and grind before he spins her away and back again. "I should get you back to your man before he gets all kinds of jealous, right?"

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach stares at Sinister for a long moment. The inky blotches on the greyed cloth of his mask slither to and fro, dancing into shapes and squiggles. Forming patterns. Almost mesmerizing, especially when one is under the influence. If Sinister could ever be under the influence of anything more powerful than merely being Mister Sinister.

"Revenge. Punishment. Hatred. The choking grip of dying light grasping at the throat of the damned."

"Rorschach."

With the dealer loaded in the bag, he wrenches the body up and over, lifting the carcass up until the bag strains just short of breaking. "I'll go out through the kitchen. Staff in places like this know better than to squeal. I don't want to be in your putrescent hole any more than you want me here. But if I have to come back, stay out of my way."

Rorschach kicks the door into the storage area off the kitchen and hauls Diver in behind him.

Harley Quinn has posed:
     Silvery laugh " Ohhh nice I'd love to meet em he sounds cute " she beams " I should bring ivy here since you met my man you should meet my girl too " she winks with a little tounge out.. as she sways and swirls her hips ' It hink he likes to see me dance .. he's not the Mr j tye " She looks back " unless you got buisness to deal with? " she looks over to where the other two were.

Sinister has posed:
"Rorschach. Should have known that..." Sinister muses, but gestures open palmed at the kitchen. It is a way. Not the only way, but definitelhy -a- way. And not one of those staff will snitch, at least not to anyone other than their boss. "Somehow, I feel better about myself. That, I think was the definition of misanthropy wrapped up in a nihilism wrapper. Right-o..." Chipper of a sudden, the goth youth turns and walks across the club, making zero efforts to impede the vigilante as he makes his departure and ... melting as he goes. Fuller of muscle, taller, but dressed the same with the eye-patch over his right eye. He segues to the bar, picks up two more whiskeys and then?

Then it's the glide and stalk through the crowds to where Lucifer and his guests await. "We are now a putrescent hole. I think that might be a new one --" leaning in, he makes to kiss the devil's cheek DEFINITELY leaving a black lipstick mark.

Batman has posed:
Bruce Wayne takes a sip and looks out over the floor his eyes still on Harls and they don't leave. No Bruce isn't getting jealous not in the least though he does tip really well when the lady who brought the bottle passes by him again.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is still on the dance floor with Harley, but as Sinister approaches he'll definitely pause in his dancing. Accept the kiss to his cheek. "Speaking of..." He smiles and turns. "Doctor Harley Quinn, allow me to introduce you to Doctor Nathaniel Essex. The one who has stolen this Devil's heart."

He then motions. "I should likely speak with him about what just occurred, go over a few details I might have missed. And I believe there is a drink waiting for you at the table. I know you can't get drunk but you should spend some time of the night with Mister Wayne, yes?" He smiles then. "And I would love to meet this woman of yours. She sounds...interesting." A slight bow to her then before offering his arms - one to Quinn and the other to Sinister - for them to hook onto so he can lead them off the dance floor. "It was, as always, lovely to see you again, Doctor Quinn."

Rorschach has posed:
Rorschach's been through a lot of kitchens. Diners. Dive bars. Biker hangouts. Prison once or twice. Never for long and never where he was exposed. He laid low and swallwed his time and he only killed two or three or five but he never got caught and...

Focus. No memories now. Not with your face on.

"Hold up, mister, you can't come--" one of the newer waiters tries to block Rorschach's path, only to lose an incisor to the headbutt he received in answer, jackign his head back to fall down and bounce off the concrete like a melon. Rorschach puts a foot on his throat, making him gurgle and squeal like a pink piglet.

"Warning. This is me being nice. Already leaving. You're welcome, citizens."

He puts his head down then and marches hard towards the door until he kicks out the back door, snapping one of the hinges and leaving it hanging as he steps out into the lamplight.

"No subway. Too risky. Fifteen blocks. Crackhouse. No cops. Just you, me, duct tape and a blowtorch. You're not done squealing yet."

The sidewalk along the way. A few alleys strewn with broken glass. But no one challenge Rorschach on his task. No one dares.

They know him here.

"Hurm."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister maintains his grip on the whiskey glasses, but does hook an arm. "A pleasure," though he looks about as much like a doctor as Harley does right now, it's one of those things. But then there's a second where he's looking over toward where their unexpected visitor took his exit and there's a grunt and a sigh. "I think I might have some repairing to do, but you should also have Johnathan take a look at the back door to the alley. He's handy with tools. I think I'm going to commandeer a few CCTV cameras also. Later that is..."

He looks back, casts that glance to Bruce Wayne and arches eyebrows high enough to elevate over his eye-patch. "That's..." yep. "...good grief."

Harley Quinn has posed:
Harley Quinn Wiggles her fingers " he's cute " She says and winks at Sinister before she sways her hips back towards bruce to give him another firm kiss and slide her arm around his waist as she looks over " miss me? " she asks brightly as she grabs the drink that luci sent for her and gives it a taste " ohh passion fruit he knows me so well " She grins she lifts her glass for luci and sinister in case they wanna chat more but she's having fun now " This is much better.. I have more fun when your here "she says to bruce " did you like my dance? "

Batman has posed:
Bruce Wayne laughs and wraps an arm around Harley's waist hand resting on her backside as he kisses her back. "Did I miss you? Always." And he raises his glass to Lucifer and Sinister a brilliant smile on his face. "I'm glad, this isn't a bad joint, I actually like it, I'm glad you have more fun with me here I'll make a point to come out here with you more often." He teases kissing Harley firmly before looking her in the eyes fingers dance along her cheek. "Of course I loved your dance."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well, I will let you and Mister Wayne enjoy your evening." Lucifer offers this, lifting Harley's hand to give her knuckles a kiss and the woman a wink before he then motions for Sinister to follow him still.

While ascending the spiral stairs, he'll be silent for a moment before offering. "Two things. Why in the world are you wearing an eye patch. And what the hell was that happening in the corner? Oh, also, did we figure out who the masked man was?" These questions asked before they reach the top of the stairs and Lucifer - perhaps finally - takes one of the whiskeys out of Sinister's grasp. "Also, and a bit aside, goth looks very good on you my love."

Sinister has posed:
"It's an experiment in alternate seeing -- I'm seeing if I can engage my right brain and my left brain without conscious effort and am documenting the results. It may prove useful as a meditative technique," Yogi eye-patches. Uh-huh. "Plus, it went with the look," he leans in to murmur that, looking down and behind the devil to Lucifer's guests. "You do attract the most interesting of company--" inhale "--but I digress."

And there's a smile, a lean in closer to Luci's earlobe to murmur the words with breath having a seraph's kiss upon hairs there. "Rorschach -- oh my goodness the hate coming off of him like heat from a coal. He has a more ordinary name. He didn't think it. The most intriguing mind, split in so very many ways but he /becomes/ who he is when that mask is on. And he saved several people in the club, from very badly cut drugs, as far as I can tell. Strichnine and fentanyl." Nip, lips on the earlobe as he leans fully /on/ Luci's side. Whiskey. Hello lips, with a little lick on account of a dribble.