8003/One, two....Vampires! In da club!

One, two....Vampires! In da club!
Date of Scene:	22 June 2019
Location:	Private Office - The Blue Lady
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Raith, Spike

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Thomas Raith has posed:
The Blue Lady is a nice club, with throw back touches to a 1920's speak-easy and the sound of smooth Jazz filling the air. People are eating, drinking, dancing, and in general having a good time. Out front a Hispanic bouncer with a pair of tomahawks on his belt meters the crowd, giving obvious priority to the more attractive folks in line.

Spike has posed:
Spike's here.....well, outside the club and lining up to enter. It's no secret he's a vampire, really. He's absolutely ready to head in, and....he looks like Billy Idol wannabe....or the man himself, if he had fangs. Spike stretches and looks over at the bouncer. "You gonna let me in?" he asks with a shrug, folding his arms. "Hey, you gonna let me in?" he asks with a London accent....and he's scuffing the ground with a boot as he's waiting impatiently to go in.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Axe nods to the man, Maybe it's the accent. Chicks dig accents right? But after just a moment, checking on his walkie, He lowers the rope again, Pointing out a Blonde, an Asian Beauty, and spike. "Okay your in." He tells them, stamping their hands as soon as they pay their cover.

Spike has posed:
Spike looks to Axe and gives him a fanged grin. Then he's inside and poking and peering around. It's clear he's a vampire, but Spike finds a table and sits, looking out of place, oddly out of place. Still.....he's interested in the the club. Plus he likes the look of the place. Slouching in his seat, Spike debates what to order.

Thomas Raith has posed:
A few moments after the Vampire sits down, a man steps up to his table and takes a seat across from him without asking. The blonde waitress nods to the other man, but does not approach the table yet. "My name is Thomas Raith," the man says simply, "I own the Blue Lady. Can I assume that since you are here you are not affiliated with The Red Court, or are some sort of envoy in their name?" he asks a little cooly.

Spike has posed:
"Red Court?" Spike asks and laughs. "No, I'm Spike. I don't answer to any court. What, are the Red Court some Russian vampires or something?" he asks and laughs. "Thomas Raith huh? Well I just met you. So who the hell are you anyhow?" he asks, studying the other vampire with a cautious look.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith studies the other man for a moment and then some of the tension seems to almost melt from the other man. He nods again to the waitress who a few moments later comes over with a crystal decanter and a glass that she sets in front Thomas then smiling at the Blond vamp asks with an almost perkiness, "so what can i getcha?" Once he gives his order and didi skips away he says "I own the Blue Lady, and it is the territory of the White Court, of which I am a member. We are at war with the /Red Court/ which is a faction of Sengir vampires." Then his tone switches to an almost formal cadence, "Be welcome here as my Guest. Come with peace and leave the same way."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith laughs easily and pours a glass of the amber liquid from decanter to glass and sips it smirking, "Well Crush over there is a retired cop." He says pointing to the 6'10" black man guarding the stairs to the VIP lounge. "The idea is to give people the feel that they are getting away with something, which causes them to loosen up and of course spend more money. The trick is to walk the line of "feeling you are getting away with something" and actually breaking the rules.

Spike has posed:
Spike nods and looks wickedly at Thomass. I've been in these places before back in the 20s and 30s. I got captured by Nazis then" Spike shrugs. "But man, this place takes me back so thanks. It's awesome. So...what's your story? I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Also I'll have what you're drinking"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith snorts slightly but shrugs, signaling for Didi to bring over another highball glass.. He pours the glass full and slides it over to Spike. It's sweet tea, though warm it's very not alcholic. He looks around the club with obvious affection and smiles in appreciation, "Thank you. I had period historians help me with the decor. Tried to strike a balance between function and nostalgia, and I think we did fairly well." He sips his own drink and considers, "My story? Well lets see, I'm Thomas Raith, only living son of Lord Marius Raith of House Raith, leading house of the White Court. I sold my shares in the family business, that is Silverlight Industries, to my sisters for the seed money to start this place. I'm currently not seen as being in the good favor of the court, but I do not tolerate Court enemies in here, hence my rather chilly reception. Usually only a Red is so brazen to come in fangs flashing.