8339/A night on the town at club Evolution

A night on the town at club Evolution
Date of Scene:	16 July 2019
Location:	Club Evolution, Bushwick (Mutant Town)
Synopsis:	The club gets a mention in the Daily Planet, and Sam gets a date.
Cast of Characters:	Cannonball, Namorita, Superman, Cypher, Siryn

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Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is at the club, watching over things from a seat at the end of the bar. It is not the most happening night, but there is a decent crowd in the place this evening. Tonight is local talent night, and a group is on stage doing a pretty nice set, two obvious mutants, one the drummer with extra arms and the lead singer who is blue skinned. The rest of the band look rather normal, but it is a hard rock/metal band so how normal are they realy.

Namorita has posed:
Club Evolution usually has a pretty active dance scene, which is what brings Nita out. That, and the fact that her pointed ears, Atlantean features, and ankle winglets won't be out of place. She's come to dance tonight as well, wearing a sea-green mini dress with a halter neck and low cut back. Long legs are left bare, down to the strapless pumps. The waist-length blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, which fails to make it less of a distraction. The woman enters slowly, looking around as she makes her way to the the bar.

Superman has posed:
    Somehow, without even trying, the man that enters Club Evolution does not fit in. He is wearing glasses. A suit. A tie and collared shirt. In his right hand is a pen, and in his left hand is a small notebook in a leather case. Looking around the bar, his nervous smile obvious to everyone looking at him, Clark Kent takes a moment before taking the final steps inside.

    "Wow. Quite dark. Very "chic". Clark mumbles, taking a second to push his glasses back up on his nose with a push from the other end of the pen. Moving up to the bar, he looks at the bartender with anther attempt at a confident smile, and says, "Ginger ale please." He ignores the look, and when the glass is handed to him, he pushes a 2 dollar bill forward, with a "Thank you."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is sipping at a soda, and watching people. His foot tapping with the music, as he seems to enjoy it. He seems relaxed and as Namorita walks in he blinks. It has been a while, but he has seen that lady before and she is not an easy one to forget. He almost misses the man in the suit, very attractive women are very distracting after all, but he does notice him, a brow raises, but he decides to greet both as the come to the bar. "Welcome to Club Evolution, Ah hope you find things to your liking tonight."

Namorita has posed:
Namorita starts a conversation with the bartender about liquor, her tastes angling mostly towards rum mixers. At the greeting, she turns and casts a look at the owner. A tilt of her head, and the pointy-eared blonde offers a small smile as well. "I remember you." she declares, skipping the formalities right away. A moment's pause, then she declares. "I will have a Coke."

Superman has posed:
    With a sideways glance, Clark takes in everything, and regards Sam as he speaks. "Thank you. I heard this was a nice place for people to come to dance and have fun. Very chic." Clark smiles at his use of that word. "Or "trendy" perhaps? I'd love to get a quote about the place for the Daily Planet if I could."

    That reveals the man as a reporter. Clark's eyes look at the woman who was also recently arrived, and with an appraising glance, takes in Namorita's appearance without any change in his expression. "Perhaps what brings you here tonight, ma'am?" His use of the respectfully word is natural and seems to come with its own "farmboy smalltown" charm, reflected in his big blue eyes. A sincerity.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and oddly enough may match Clark for the small town farm boy vibe, but he is dressed a bit more in style for the club. He will smile and "Samuel Guthrie." He will introduce himself, and says "Ah am the manager of the club here." He offers a smile and a slight bow to Namorita. To the reporter, he will offer "Usually have the PR person do the quotes, but I hope you enjoy it, we try to be a club, where everyone can come and enjoy themselves.

Namorita has posed:
Namorita half-turns to include the well-dressed man with the glasses in the conversation. "Are you saying that a club is 'chic' or 'trendy' simply because it permits customers who are not human?" Her tone isn't 'hostile', but it's definitely approaching the 'confrontational' range. "It is nice to see you again, Sam Guthrie. I am Nita Prentiss, in case you have forgotten."

Superman has posed:
    "Nice to meet you Mr. Guthrie. I am Clark Kent. It is good to see places like this that can be there for people who need to let of some steam and have some fun." Flipping his note pad open, Kent makes a few notes, and smiles. "I will quote you on that. Seems like a nice place."

    Taking a sip of his drink, Clark looks back at Namorita and smiles. "Absolutely. I think there should be more places like this that are more tolerent of everyone. If only other places took the hint, and was more open to all people. After all, we are all different."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles at Namorita, and says Miss Prentiss, Ah do not think anyone who has ever met you would forget you. " He offers her a smile and says "You have came on an interesting night, we have a few local bands lined up tonight. Each group is doing about 45 minutes, so you get a chance to see if you like them, and if not they aint there to long. " He looks to Clark "Maybe you can get the planet to put a word in for some of the bands.

Namorita has posed:
Namorita's arched brows lift as the reporter actually agrees with her. The Atlantean woman has that long, blonde hair pulled back to show her pointed ears, green mini dress and strapless pumps adding to the distraction. "Very nicely said, Mr. Kent." she replies, looking pleased. Passing a card to the bartender, she opens a tab and accepts her Coke. "Thank you, Sam Guthrie. I came to dance tonight."

Superman has posed:
    "I will do that Mr. Guthrie. I am partial to country and blues, although I do know a few jazz artists as well. I can make note of them in my article." A pause. "Also. Is there any praticular type you would prefer? I have interviewed quite a few over the years, and several of them would love to help out in any way they can. They can drop by if you are ever short on entertainment. I even have an in with Dazzler as well, from the old days."

    Remaining at a short distance from the two of them, Clark takes another sip of his drink after writing a few notes down. "Thank you Ms. Prentiss. I try to be as diplomatic as possible. I do believe those words though. Hm." Clark looks at Namorita, and adds, "Interesting. I knew a Namor with that surname...any relation?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie is at the bar talking to both Namorita, and Clark. He will smile and says "You know Dazzler as well? She is planning on playing here a bit since she has gotten back in town. She has an open invite for when ever she is in town. Ah was thinking more if you hear a band you like you might be able to get them a little publicity through the planet, maybe a people piece or something." He will look over to Namorita, and says "Well, Ah do hope, Ah maybe able to get a dance with you tonight while your here.

Cypher has posed:
At this moment, the crowd parts, and a young Blond man pushes through, frog-marching a man who must have a good hundred pounds on him toward the back. "Listen," he says, "I warned you, if you couldn't keep your hands to yourself I was going to have to throw you out." He has hold of one of the man's wrists, pinned behind his back. "You should've known better than to try to feel up a girl who had eyes in the back of her head."

"I just like exotic women!"

"That's fine, but you should admire them from a distance, or work up the nerve to ask them to dance. Practice it tonight -- at a different club." He leads him through, toward the back exit. A little while later, he comes back, rubbing one wrist in his other hand. "Remind me to thank Tim for teaching me that wrist-lock. ...Hey Sam, who's your new friends?" He's wearing a T-Shirt that says 'ROKAR QAGH QE' 'EJ HIVJE' TUQ - QO'NOS', snug jeans, and red chucks.

Siryn has posed:
The club was unfamiliar to Theresa, but all clubs were similar in several ways. There was a dance floor and a bar. The only two places a club really needed to be successful.

Theresa almsot trips over Doug as he drags the fellow out the hard way. It earns a shake of her head, but it does allow her a free path to head toward the bar. Spotting the familiar face of Sam there she lifts a hand to wave rather than raise her voice.

Raising her voice was never a good idea.

"Hi Sam." Glancing to Namorita, and Clark she nods toward them with a smile as well.

Namorita has posed:
Namorita's blue eyes brighten, her smile becoming almost playful as she answers Clark... as well as anyone else who is close. "I am Namorita, cousin of Prince Namor of Atlantis." she replies almost casually to Clark. Just in case the pointed ears and ankle winglets weren't a give-away. "And yes, Sam Guthrie, I will dance with you tonight."

Superman has posed:
    "I can do that, sure! I am always willing to help people find their way! Absolutely. I'll keep an eye out, and give each a little piece in my article. Nice work, Manager Guthrie! I look forward to hearing them strut their stuff." Clark smiles, and makes a note, before taking a drink of the ginger ale.

    Ignoring Doug's entrance without a change in his expression, Clark takes a moment to smile at Theresa, returning her warm hello. Then, his eyes actually reflect his surprise, when Namorita replies. "Cousin. I see. Prince Namor..." How did he continue with that, secret identity and all "...he gave me a great interview a few years ago. It is nice to meet his cousin. I can see the resemblance." That elicited a large smile.

    "Perhaps I will chat with you later, for a few more "words of wisdom" Sam. It was also nice to meet you Namorita." With a nod towards first Sam, and then Nita, and not wanting to over stay his welcome, Clark moves back into the background, and finds himself a seat to enjoy the music and the atmosphere. Every once in a while he makes a note, and takes a small sip.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie waves to Theresa, and says "Hey, Theresa, welcome to Club Evolution." He offers her a smile, before watching Doug and nods to the man, seeming to approve of how he is handling things. He looks over to Clark, and says "Ah should be here all night, so when ever you wish to talk." He then looks over to Namorita, and says "Please Sam is fine." He will offer her a smile.

Cypher has posed:
Doug brushes his hands off, and gives Sam a nudge, before he turns back to Namorita, and immediately switches to fluent Atlantean. "I haven't spoken Atlantean to someone in years. Hi!" He gives a sly little grin. "Watch out for my pal, here. He's got a weakness for beautiful women and a susceptibility to getting his heart broken. I'm Doug, by the way." He flicks his gaze up, and then switches back to English. "Is that Clark Kent? His stuff about the Vlatavan humanitarian crisis is some of the best journalism I've ever read -- what's he doing *here*?"

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy finds herself up against the bar to ensure there's enough room for Clark to walk by when he steps away, and then enough for Sam to mosey over toward Namorita properly. Doug, too, seemed quite enamored of the woman. At least so far as she could tell since he was talking some funky language she didn't get. A glance is cast between the two New Mutants only to shrug helplessly. "Boys."

Namorita has posed:
Namorita's eyes brighten when Doug so casually switches to her native language. And she replies in the same. ~It is nice to meet you, Doug. And I'm very pleased to hear my birth-language spoken so well.~ The blonde looks over at Sam with a wry smile before continuing. ~Sam is very nice, yes. Do you think he likes me, then? I'm glad that I didn't kill him when we first met.~ She takes a sip of her Coke as Theresa makes her way over. "You are another friend of Sam's? Please, call me Nita."

Superman has posed:
    Hearing his name, Clark takes a moment from making notes in his pad to look over, and with a short wave, smiles at Doug, confirming that yes, this was indeed Clark Kent in the flesh. Noticing his glass was then empty, Clark motions for a refill, much to the amusement of the waitress when she discovers it is ginger ale.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Were are my manors. "This is Doug Ramsey, and the lovely Lady is Theresa Cassidy both are friends of mine, and good folks. " He will say to introduce them "Doug is our doorman some nights, and Theresa is new in town so I have not talked her into working here yet." He jokes.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy extends her hand toward the self-proclaimed Nita in greeting. "Pleasure." Before she can give her own back Sam has jumped in to do proper introductions. Working there though? That earns a bemused smile. "So long as you aren't expecting me to be on stage. You do not want to hear my singing. Best I can do is pour a good pint."

Cypher has posed:
Doug looks over to Theresa, and switches to Irish - "...I'm really sorry, Terry. Didn't mean to leave you out. Dance with me later?" He asks, with a wink, before he looks back to Namorita, and rubs the back of his neck. "Honestly I'm not sure there's enough killing in the world to put Sam down -- the guy's had so many concussions we're all kind of astonished his IQ's stayed in the triple digits--" He grins, a bit.

Siryn has posed:
Theresa Cassidy adds in response to Doug, "If you want your feet stepped on I'm your gal."

Namorita has posed:
Namorita takes another, deeper drink of the Coke and sets it down on the bar. "I am going to dance." she declares, more or less to everyone. Sashaying backwards towards the dance floor, the tall blonde Atlantean moves rather gracefully. The smile returns, ever playful, and she points a finger at Sam. "I will find you later, Sam." Then the crowd of dancers swallows her.