6452/A Night In New York

A Night In New York
Date of Scene:	11 February 2019
Location:	New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Fathom

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Thomas Raith has posed:
It's late, but the night is young. The Blue LAdy has already gotten a crowd and a line has started to form outside. The bouncer, a hispanic man in his 20s with a pair of tomahawks on his belt, however grins when he see's Aspen and waves her up, letting her skip past the line and into the Club itself. Up on stage, a black woman in a silky dress sings about love lost in the big city, while the bartender fills drinks, doing brisk business.

Fathom has posed:
Not just Aspen. The brunette is there, wearing a black dress that is killer on her, but not short enough to be a 'little black dress'. Her friend Tyler, on the other hand, blond-haired woman, has the short dress thing down in spades. The fact she is a small time celebrity also probably doesn't hurt their chances of skipping the line and getting inside.

"Ok, but I'm not getting too drunk," Aspen tells Tyler. "I have to get back so we can set sail tomorrow. Flight out, first thing. I'm ok not sleeping, but I don't want to be hung over on it."

The blond TV reporter her in NYC laughs and says, "Just means you need to still be drunk when you fly back to National City. Ok, I'm going to the lady's room, I'll come find you." And Tyler walks off, leaving Aspen by herself in the club.

Thomas Raith has posed:
A woman as beautiful as you, alone in a place like this.." Comes a voice from near her side. The man who speaks is ... well beautiful is more the right word. Less handsome so much as very very pretty. He tilts his head slightly and considers, "Let me guess, you're here with a friend, but she ran off on you."

Fathom has posed:
Aspen turns at the sound of the voice. Her expression suggests she's probably going to deflect the comment, the come on if that is what it is. But then she sees him and Aspen is given pause. "I... yes, actually she did. Off to the lady's room. That's what happens when she pre-parties," Aspen says, looking down and giving a soft smile. She reaches up, tucking some stray hairs behind her ear. "And you? Here alone?" she asks him, glancing back up at the extremely handsome man.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins a little bit, "Just me and, according to what I'll tell the fire marshal if he ever shows up, 200 of my closest friends." He says in a charming tone, playfulness in his eyes. "I'm Thomas Raith, the Blue Lady is my club. As such I'd like to offer you a slow comfortable screw up agienst the wall..." he hesitates then adds "That is if you like fruity drinks..

Fathom has posed:
Aspen's smile grows a little bit at hearing he owns the place. "It's pretty amazing. I've only been out here - to New York, that is - a few times. But this definitely my favorite club we've hit," Aspen tells him. She offers him her hand. "I'm Aspen. Aspen Matthews." The name might mean something. Particularly if he was into the Olympics a half dozen years ago. There was a lot of coverage. Especially after things went to hell.

"I... um... Sure," Aspen says of the offer to the drink. Her admonition about not drinking too much being put to the test and immediately failing under Thomas's charming smile.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith leads her to the bar nd immediately steps behind it, nodding to the bartender. "I've heard that name before, but I can't place it... " he confesses after a moment as he begins with 1 ounce each of vodka, Southern Comfort, and sloe gin, fills with orange juice, tops with Galliano. "So lets see, I'm going to guess... no boyfriend, but by choice. You're some sort of professional who doesn't have time for relationships.."

Fathom has posed:
Aspen follows Thomas closely, giving a soft smile as he goes behind the bar. Perhaps not entirely sure it wasn't just a claim that he owns the place. Though, oddly, she found herself wanting to believe him. Normally Aspen tends to expect the worst when a man approaches her. Instead she finds herself leaning forward on the bar, watching him make the beverage. "So they must have named this drink just so men can make a woman blush with it," Aspen suggests. She gives a small nod at his guess. "Well, no boyfriend. I don't know about no time. More that I have a knack for dating the wrong men," she tells him. "I'm a marine biologist. Ph.D. Out in California," she says. That would explain the perfect tan despite it being winter. Not a fake tan then.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith ahhs slightly, "Well I figured no boyfriend simply because I can't imagine a man in his right mind letting a woman as beautiful as you out of his sitght if she was his girlfriend." he says with a wicked grin, sliding the drink over. "Oh quite posssibly, but at least it makes sense. Sloe Gin, southern comfort.. Slow Comfortable, Vodka and Orange juice is a screwdriver so there is your screw and the Galliano is part of a Harvey wall banger, so there is your wall." He waits till she is about to take a drink before adding, "I could have offered you a cock-sucking cowboy."

Fathom has posed:
Aspen just about does a spit-take. Fortunately she manages to avoid it and keep the drink in. Aspen glances up at Thomas. Her unusual, soft violet eyes look at him as if to say something. "No. No. Not going to touch that one," she says, shaking her head with a laugh. She takes another sip of the drink, this time hopefully without the risk of losing it. She does glance up at him a little, the compliment getting to her more than it usually would.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith grins wickedly, making it clear he knew exactly what he was doing there. "So you're a MArine biologist huh? LEt me guess you used to be big into dolphins when you were younger?" he asks with a smile. He fetches a crystal decanter from under the bar and fills a highball glass from it, taking a small drink from that. On stage the singer has moved onto something a bit slower, smokey and mournful... Thomas tilts his head slightly, "If I asked you to dance, would you laugh at me?"

Fathom has posed:
Aspen takes a sip of her drink. "Well, I do love dolphins. Though mostly I just love the ocean. Water. Sailing. Swimming. Scuba. You name it. It seemed a good career to help keep me out on it. I have a boat. Collect data for research studies. Actually that's why I'm flying out in the morning. We're putting out to sea."

Aspen sets her drink down. "I'd only laugh at you if you said something funny while we danced," she tells him. She stands up from her seat and will offer him her hand.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith takes her hand, caressing the back of it gently... And there is a bit of a tingle...okay allot of a tingle really. Honestly, Thomas Raith can stroke a hand better then her last boyfriend could /kiss/. He leads her out onto the floor and pulls her close, hands on her waist, face near enough to her's to kiss... if she were inclined. "I used to live on a boat, I mean it wasn't fancy but it was nice... And if I got tired of one place, by tomorrow I could be somewhere else.."

Fathom has posed:
Aspen lets Thomas draw her in close. She has an athlete's physique, but the kind of curves that don't let her get close without having those softer parts of him pillowing against him. Aspen blushes slightly, if it can even be seen in the club's lighting. Yet she lets him draw her in close. "It's nice, sleeping with the sea gently rocking you," she says. "I have a little place, right down by the marina, on the beach. National City. Used to be San Diego before the quake. Before LexCorp annexed it. But sometimes I'll just go sleep on the boat if I'm not able to sleep well." Aspen finds herself leaning nearer, and finally resting her cheek against Thomas's shoulder as they dance.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith mms softly, grinning just a little bit. "And then there is the sound... The water raising an crashing... the smell of the air... It's really a full sensory experience.." The words slow, and somehow sensual. Slipping over her like a lover's caress. There is long minute of silence, Thomas' presence making her body tingle with the sensation of being close to him when he whispers, "If I kiss you, will you slap me? And IF I do it anyway, will it be worth it?"

Fathom has posed:
Aspen moves one of her arms up Thomas's chest. Hand wrapping about him where his shoulder and neck meet. She turns her head back towards him, looking up into his eyes. The twenty six-year-old has just a bit of a nervous look to her. As if maybe what she's said before about choosing the wrong guys really was an apt statement. "It would be worth it," Aspen tells him softly, looking down and giving a faint smile finally. "I guess you'd have to find out though?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
The kiss, like the hand brush before is just a kiss... and yet so..so much more. Slow, yet heated. Intense and passionate... His hand sliding slowly and dangerously down her back, as his tounge teases at her lips and invites her's to come out to play. The world fading away, leaving behind passion and hunger... desire..