14918/A little bit of Blues and a little bit Rock and Roll...

A little bit of Blues and a little bit Rock and Roll...
Date of Scene:	10 April 2023
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	Thomas and Daisy have some drinks then he goes to deal with a rowdy customer.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Quake

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Thomas Raith has posed:
The line to get into the Blue Lady is fairly long, though when the Doorman, a younger Hispanic man with a tomahawk at his waist spotted Skye, he'd let her jump the line and go right in. On stage, the Club's headliner Sasha Blair, is singing about love lost in the big city. Tables are few and far between, though there are a few open spaces at the bar.

Quake has posed:
Really, Skye didn't know what on earth had possessed her. A night club? With singing?? What is this world coming to???

And to make things even more strange, other than her smart watch, Skye did not have her usual laptop to ignore the bar scene. In fact, she was (for her) actually dressed up in a pantsuit kind of thing.

Taking a seat at the bar, she leaned over and ordered a draft beer. (Do they even have them here?) Then sitting back, she looks around the room, wincing at first until she tones it down.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The man who walks up to her is... well handsome is not the right word. It's closer to 'beautiful'. Like a fallen angel or something from one of those old renisance paintings made flesh. Long black and wavy hair and a crisp antique suit of snow white with deep eyes of dark blue. He offers the young woman an easy smile and says, "Well you just cost me $20, can I buy you a drink as well?"

Quake has posed:
Skye blinks, "Suuuuure.. but how did I cost you twenty bucks?"

Of course she wasn't aware of the surcharge. And to tell the truth, the bouncer had ushered her in.. so wasn't he the one who should be charged?

"Before you get all excited, I'm not here looking for a quick roll in the hay. And I'm not looking for a boyfriend. So if either of those are contingent upon the drink.." She lets the sentence roll off without any conclusion. "Given your outfit, and that comment about costing you 20 bucks, I'm guessing you are the.. manager of this place?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "Owner actually." He says and points to a mountain of a man standing by the stairwell to the VIP Lounge, "And that is my head of security, Crush. So when you walked in I said to him, 'Now there is a Whiskey girl if I've ever seen one. And he says..." and here Thomas drops his voice to a comically low level. "Beer." his voice returns to normal and I say simply, "Twenty bucks. He says 'Deal... and now I owe him $20." He smirks a little bit and tilts his head, "So do you assume that every superiorly attractive, confident, charismatic man that walks up to you in a bar is looking to hook up with you?" He asks in a playful tone, going behind the bar and pulling her beer himself.

Quake has posed:
Skye laughs. "Do they? I never really paid attention to them. But at one time I went through them like kleenex - depending on what they could bring me. Sometimes it was just sex. And other times information, whether they knew it or not. But I've been out of that world for a while."

However, she lifts up her beer and salutes Crush before turning back to Thomas. "It was 50:50 that I could have saluted you."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks casually, taking a crystal liquor decanter from behind the bar, filling a highball glass and gently dropping a single, massive spherical ice cu--err sphere into it. He places the decanter back and smirks a little bit, "Maybe, but then He'd have been obligated to come over and buy you a drink... and he's not nearly as much fun to flirt with. He'd have had you looking at pictures of all the kitten's he's adopted."

Quake has posed:
"Hey, I'll have you know that Grant and Ward would be jealous if I didn't show him their pictures and declare them more beautiful." Well, at least Grant would. Of course they are her cats by a roundabout way. "I won't have you be stuck looking at pictures of cats though. Truth!"

And she holds her hand up in some way that might be a symbol for truth. ..Then again, she could be fibbing while looking great as she does so. (Skye was an excellent liar).

"Would he actually come over to buy me a drink?" She catches a glimpse of Crush again, and turns back. "Isn't he on duty?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith glances at the massive man and smirks, "Not likely, no. He's terminally shy I am afraid." he sips his own drink and smiles, "So I am afraid you are stuck with being shamelessly flirted with by me instead. Thomas Raith by the way, though most in here call me the Man-in-White." His eyes get a wicked smile as he adds, "Can't imagine why."

Quake has posed:
Skye looks over Thomas in an appraising way. "In the past I would have raked you over the coals for your money." Or at least tried. "The name's Skye. Skye Johnson. Nice to meet you. Don't worry I'm on the up and up these days." Of course there was a hubbub with someone having her name being arrested by the FBI for being one of the ten most wanted criminals on the face of the planet.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smriks a little bit and takes her hand, and if she lets him, brings it to his lips. \<span style="color:#BA55D3"\>"You might have tried.."


So a few things to unpack there. The first is that most men, at their most passionate, can not kiss as well as Thomas Raith manages to kiss her knuckles. Even the touch of his hand is electric. :likewise, his voice cool and charming seems to hint at something dark and wicked, but also thrilling. \<span style="color:#BA55D3"\>"So it would seem to be my loss that you've gone and become a good girl before we met."

Quake has posed:
Okay.. THAT was.. different. Like set fingernails up your back in a good way. Which made her withdraw her hand very quickly.

"Jesus." Skye looked at her hand, as though it was to blame. "Who are you really?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith tilts his head, amused but apparently not too suprised when she pulls her hand back. "I told you, Thomas Raith. I own the Blue Lady. If you want more then that, well you'll have to at least let me buy you another drink." He says playfully, "But be warned I don't become any less charming."

Quake has posed:
Grumble.

If there is one thing that she can't stand is keeping secrets away from her. After all, her main job is finding secrets on the web. Secrets that most people do not want anyone to know of them. And she was *good*, very good at her job.

For a moment she contemplated her odds. Charming she could deal with. Whatever that was over the back of her hand she isn't quite as confident about. Magic? Hypnotism? ..Worse?

"You do know who I am. I mean what I am? Don't you?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs, "A Beautiful woman who walked into my bar, cost me $20 and apparently likes cats." He saus casually, "With a name like Skye I can only assume your parents were hippies, but beyond that I can't say that I do. And I'm sure we've never met. I have a good memmory for beautiful women... and Country music song lyrics for some reason, which is odd because I don't even like Country music."

Quake has posed:
"Listen, the cats chose me - not the other way around. If I had decided yes or no, do I want cats. I wouldn't have cats." Skye holds up one finger, before taking a swallow of her beer.

"As for my parents.. Enhhhh. Wrong. Skye was my own decision. For all I knew my parents were dead, and gave me the name that was in my past. Now I realize they aren't dead.. Long story that even I don't believe half the time, and I was there when it happened. My father is tucked away for his own safety. And my mother?" At that, she just shakes her head. "A real big pain, that sooner or later I'll have to deal with, I'm afraid. No country songs, unless you count my original first name."

To which she crinkles her nose up.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises an eyebrow at that one, looking amused. "See now I am curious. Wynonna? No, Loerretta." He says with a grin, leaning back and sipping his drink with mild amusement. "Not Reba, no parent is that cruel." He sips his drink chuckling, "Normally I am pretty good at reading people, but I do love a good mystery when she walks by."

Quake has posed:
"Oh god! You are so very far away from it. Reba? Wynnona? Those are weird names, but serviceable. Take it down a notch. Like really down a notch." As far as Skye was convinced Daisy was a cutesy, fun name that someone had in a tv show.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit signaling for Yosa, the bartender wearing an eyepatch, to refill both of their drinks. "Well if Reba is serviceable, I would guess Jolene is right out the door. So I guess I'll just have to keep calling you Skye." He says with mild amusement, "So tell me Skye, what brings you to my perticular Gin Joint tonight, if you aren't looking for a little...controled trouble."

Quake has posed:
Skye shakes her head at Jolene. "Too.. too? You know? As for why?" She runs her fingers over her glass. "I don't know. Not for a job. Certainly not for a shag in the bed. I guess because it's different from my usual place where I might be forced to answer a whole bunch of stupid questions that I don't have the answers to."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit and looks like he is about to reply when the aforementioned Crush walks up and leans over. "Syrin's having issues with some guy being handsy upstairs. You want me to handle it or.." Thomas sighs and shakes his head, "I'll take care of him." He stands, finishing his drink. "I do appologize Ms. Johnson, but it appears duty calls." He reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a pair of VIP passes and sets them next to her beer mug, \<span style="color:#BA55D3"\>"I do hope you come back soon though..."