982/Socializing at Lux

Socializing at Lux
Date of Scene:	15 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Damian Wayne approaches Club Lux' manager about running a snatch and grab on a mystical artifact.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Robin (Wayne)

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Lucifer has posed:
Lux is back, and the underworld of the tri-cities is buzzing. It moves often, finding a new location, sometimes a new city. Rumors have it that it's a franchise of staggering scope, with Club Lux locations all over the world.

For the wealthy and influential, Lux represents the hardest of social clubs to enter. The price barrier is more than rent on a modest apartment and the memberships are rare and hard to earn.

For the underworld, just going to Lux is a little luxury. The drinks aren't overpriced and it's known as one of the few really 'safe' places to sit and have a drink without getting shanked or poisoned by a rival, or busted by the cops.

Everyone in the game knows that a membership at Lux is a sign that someone's made it big-- or is the first step towards it.

The bartender's hard at work behind the large, horseshoe shaped bar, the lacquered wood gleaming with a fresh polish and looking like it's kept meticulously clean.

This is not the typical dive bar mercs and thieves attend, it seems.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
From the doors in, two men enter.. they look to be dressed in black leather cloathing with hoods on they only enter enough to open the door. Following through the now open door a small figure walks in covered in a cloak looking down he walks past them into Lux. He had never been here before, though had heard of it through... well lets just say people were dieing to tell him things. As he walks in a gloved hand makes a sign, and the two men step back outside to guard the door the figure unphased walks into the Bar. He seems to look around as he moves, though not in wonder a much more analytical look crosses his eyes, looking at the setting, exits, lighting, etc are located for future possibilities.

He starts heading to the bar though not talking to anyone, or making any noise if there are people he needs to move around he will just dodge them like a ghost in the crowd. It is very apparent he is not trying to make a fuss, or gain undue attention to himself as he approaches the bar. Taking a seat, he looks down his feet now off the ground to sit in the chair, and sighs, but he does say one word to the Bartender.. "Milk." is all he says as he puts money on the bar his hand not moving from it. It isn't slammed, or thrown but slid from the sleave of his cloak as he puts it on there waiting for his order to be filled.

Lucifer has posed:
"Milk," the bartender echoes, pouring two beers with one hand and pocketing some cash with the other. He nods absently. Seems no one here used credit cards-- most of them don't pay at all. A tab system, probably?

"Whatcha want with it? Vodka, maybe a White Russian?" he offers, finally turning to look at Damian.

He pauses, a brow lifting. "...or maybe some cookies or something?" he asks, a beat later. "Kid, you're a little young to be in here," he suggests. "The drinking age is 21, you know. I could get into trouble."

He bursts out laughing after a beat. "Haha! Not really, but can you imagine? Seriously though kid, you better go home and play some Xbox or something. This place isn't right for kids."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The figure is quiet as he listens to the Bartender, after a long moment he looks up at him. He isn't smiling, though one look can prob show him that this is no normal boy.. He doesn't frown, and he doesn't smile he just locks eyes on the bartender analysing the best way to kill him. That is before he reminds himself that he isn't here for that.. He had heard this is a good meeting point, and it would be a waste to burn it for some insults, though he doesn't look away. "You should be careful of what you assume about others. For example, I may assume this is your card.." He puts up a bloody card of Lux on the table before he continues. "Before he died he told me of this place, how he stole it from his boss, planned to come in here some night." the boy looks around, "Guess that won't be happening now. I will be returning that card to who it belongs, but for now it is in my possession."

The figure sighs, and by now it is obvious he is just a kid maybe fifteen at best, "So for tonight, I would suggest you pour some milk into a glass and take the money." he continues in a flat tone. No this place may not be for children, but the blood was real the scene had taken him forever to clean up but he left that there for this point. Though he doesnt say anything else to support the fact out loud as if this bartender could not get the point, or did not give him his drink soon he would have to get a bit upset, and so far it was his normal chipper self talking.

Lucifer has posed:
"It's a card for the /club/," the bartender says, furrowing a brow. "And I really hope you didn't kill one of my regulars for that," he tells the boy, folding his arms across his chest. "Mostly because I don't want to be out the business, and there was no need for it. The bar's open," he says.

He decants a measure of milk into a lowball glass, drops in one whiskey stone to keep it cold, and then garnishes it with an umbrella.

"One virgin White Russian," he remarks, sliding it towards Damian. "That'll be two dollars." The cash is pocketed and change is counted out for the boy.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The boy sighs, "So your regulars huh.. That is quite a claim for a simple bartender. I wouldn't worry about the owner, as I said it was for the owner that I retrieved it. If it means nothing then he must of just wanted it for proof of something." he shrugs, and puts the card away again. His slight of hand is good, well practiced but he relies on agility more then experience. Though when the drink comes he sips on it slowly still looking around. "Intresting place though, I see a few things... though the bartender seems to be a bit irritating at times."

He looks around, "Yes this might work.." he says to himself the wheels turning, as the plans continue to unfold. "If it is open then if I had company I would assume they too would be... properly ignored correct?"

Lucifer has posed:
"..I'm so sorry I'm upsetting your vibe," the bartender says, in a tone of overwhelmingly dry sarcasm. Saharan would be an understatement.

"I'm not sure what kind of company you're talking about either, kid," he tells Damian, propping a hand against the edge of the lacquered word for support and cocking a hip behind him. "We're a bar. I serve drinks. Only rule we have is no violence on the premises. Aside from that, anyone is welcome to show up and enjoy the bar or the nightclub," he remarks, his brow lifting at Damian. "Which, like I said-- you're a little young."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The boy nods, "Most likely not the kind you think of when you hear about having company." the boy looks at him though he just shakes his head. "I am done playing games with you Bartender.. I am here on buisness from the League, I have come here because I thought this might be the kind of place where I might do buisness. If I am mistaken then this isn't the place I thought it was, if that is true your rules are meaningless beacause you have no power to inflict them." Though he speaks like this he doesn't draw his weapon, or really anything other then drink his milk as he talks to the man.

"Or I am right, and this will be a good place to get what is needed for our plans, and despite your desperate attempts at charm, are a dangerous man. One that can keep his mouth shut to those so called heros out there that may wish to interupt things. Either way, if you call me too young again I will track down your members one by one, and they will start disapearing. It will take time, but if that is what it takes then so be it." So far every word has been the truth, the league thing seemed a little murky, but he is part of the a League that is for sure. He doesn't gie thcorrect?"e man his name yet, as he would hate to waste that this early in the conversation. "Or you can work with me, and neither of us have to escilate this any further.. Either way I am tired of this guess who game we are playing."

Lucifer has posed:
"Kid, you've got a hell of an overinflated ego," the bartender tells Damian, smiling at him sunnily. "You're about as cute as a pissy little leopard cub trying to scare the zookeeper. All fangs and soft claws and a scratchy little voice. Maybe once puberty kicks in, you'll get that good low rasp you need to really sell 'intimidating'."

His eyes glitter and the smile stays fixed, but turns brittle and hard. "Now, you come in here with all the graceless charm of a spoiled rich kid thinking the world owes him something. You're no the first or the last, and we'd be a poor business if we couldn't deal with self-entitled arses like you who just think they can walk on anyone they want with a little flash and pomp. We're a service organization-- we work with anyone."

"But if you threaten my regulars again," he says, upticking a finger on the bar. "I'll take a blunt paring knife and you'll carry your skin home in a trash bag," he says. And as cool and collected as Damian endeavours to be, there is something in the bartender's self-possesed tone that says he's not making a threat idly.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The boy scoffs a bit. "I have come in here, and asked for one drink, explained what I wanted with you openly, and you continue to think it is humorous to joke about my age. Tell me again.. which of us is the one with the ego." he places down the drink. "You are right though, visually not very intimidating that is why I often do not do things in person." he looks at the glass, "And spoiled.. oh if that were true it would save many people a very hard time, though would of been a boring life indeed." he leans in his chair though his balance is good. "Though you still answer my questions with every response, carry my skin home, really? I like the imagery, though the reality of it would fall a bit behind." he shakes his head.

At the very least for a service industry you are quite bad at your job, as you have yet to pinpoint what I want, or how we are willing to achive it. So focused on your jokes, and my age you have missed the point." he gives a shrug, "Going after your buisness, is a low blow, but one must make sure you are willing to go to the reaches. Failure has always ment death for my people Bartender, a single threat by you is nothing different, though it has answered my question." he nods to the glass.. "Another milk, and when ya get it perhaps you can talk buisness other then trying to continue this competition. Or I am just wasting my time, and I should go elsewhere.. It would be too bad, but there is always someone else out there."

Lucifer has posed:
"Actually I'm -very- good at my job. I'm so good at it that I can afford to give certain people a hard time, for no other reason than I am bored and feel like doing so."

The bartender whips up another milk, just like the first-- cream, whiskey stone, umbrella. "Virgin White Russian," he repeats, grinning slyly.

"Okay kid, since you feel like dropping names and you're still sitting at my bar, let's do some business then. Are you here to post a job, or are you looking for a placement?" he inquires, folding his arms across his chest. "The Club isn't a charity service-- our job placement is second to none, but it's a perk reserved for members only."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The boy nods, and slides over the same money as before. "I am looking for something special, something I think only one in your resources can get." he lifts the milk and sips for it. "It is a magical artifact to summon a god, or well what they believed was a god at that time. Though as we all know from video's are just a bunch of people that live.. somewhere else." he glances at him. "It is a special item, to bring Loki himself from his dimension into this one, though temporarly, and I think you.. Could get it for me." he gives a shrug.

Not personally of course, and I would have details on where, and when, but I can not be attached to it. If I do it it leaves a trail that points to me, and well the people I am dealing with can't know what is going on as they are a paranoid sort." he gives a half grin. "As well as they should be, though they would be looking for a spot to meet considering they are all more influencial then me it might also add good buisnes to your roster. Overall it is a good deal for you, though you would understand if I cannot explain why all of this is important."

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah, a tool for summoning Loki," the man says, muttering. He examines the money and with a shrug, pockets it. Why not take a little gratuity?

"You're talking about a finder's position," he tells Damian. "We can work with you. I need a budget," he tells Damian. "Ten thousand bucks will get you a couple of gangbangers and a guy on a work-release from Arkham Asylum. If you want results, you'll need to put real money down with one of our escrow accounts. We place your job with the right contractors and they get the job done."

"Now do you want a private contract or an open one? Half up front will get you better results, but if you open it up to payment in full on delivery, you'll get more competition from potential employees."

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
The boy gives a bit of a scoff. "That isn't horrible slightly more then I would have to pay in Gotham. Though I want to stay out of it they don't contact me, know about me, just the deal. Though I don't think you see the whole picture.. If you put out a closed contract, and we complete it then it is us just working for you on a contractual basis. The money does not change hand, other then your fee of course, and it is all in house." he swirls the cup a bit. "The people don't know it was for me, as all signs will point to the person who bought it, and I can complete what I wish with just having a simple swap in place."

After another drink he looks at him, "You see now, it is all a trick though it needs to be well played. I will give you the money, you will pay them the money, and it must look like it is.. real. Can you do this? Or is this too much for one such as yourself?"

Lucifer has posed:
"All right, done and done," the Bartender tells Damian, scribbling on a post-it note. "Take this around the corner to the 'Accounts Receivable' department," he tells the young boy. "The lady there will take down your name and contact information, and any details about the job you feel are relevant. We'll find a suitable candidate for you from our pool of references affiliated with the League. Once the job is done, your money will be transferred from our escrow account to theirs-- minus our cut-- and you'll be given the item you're seeking," he says, professional and quick.

Robin (Wayne) has posed:
Damian nods, the stops thinking of the different names he could use since only a fool would use his real name. Though he continues.. "I will do so, and if I have future dealings with questionable types the bar is open correct? As long as they follow your 'rules'." He finishes his drink, and gets up he gives a two dollar tip, which considering he spent four isn't horrible. "Ya know from the rumors I half expected the whole sign in blood, brimstone kind of thing." he shrugs. "I guess this works though a bit more boring this way." he nods to him, "I will leave an updated contact number to the Local league with your people as well. Should make things easier for you.." he turns and is about to head off as he had his name... Bruce Wayne... Yes that would be a good name to use.

Lucifer has posed:
"There's only one rule when it comes to the club-- no violence on the premises," the Bartender assures Damian. "If you start considering a membership, things ... get a little more complicated."

He grins at Damian as the boy clambers down off the stool. "Okay, Mister Wayne. Remember to look both ways for the truant officer before crossing the street," he says, laughing and bidding Damian farewell as the young man leaves.