Owner	Pose
Lucifer	It's early Saturday evening, the doors to Club Lux are - for some reason - unlocked but it's not quite high time for people to be showing up and doing anything just yet. The DJ is setting up, the bartenders are cleaning down the bar - maybe that's why the club is open. Some people know that if the doors are open they're allowed to come in. Others not so much and he still has a bouncer who knows who to let in and not. VIP Card Holders are a definite allowance. Lucifer, himself, is seated at the piano letting his fingers dance over the ivories in some light hearted tune that likely has no name or place among any genre. He's just vibing for the most part, as he's want to do sometimes. This place will likely start picking up in no time but until then he's basking in the time alone.
Phoebe Beacon	And VIP Card holders are definitely allowed. In lieu of the club wear she'd worn the last time, Phoebe slips into Lux wearing jeans and a GOTHAM ROGUE's sweatshirt against the chill of the evening. The young woman's hair was braided and pulled back tonight, her dark eyes roaming over the club before she makes her way towards the sound of music, carting her backpack over one shoulder, listening to Lucifer playing the piano as she steps down to the dance floor, leaning against a handy piece of railing, her head tilting a moment as she tries to place the peice.
Nevada	Clubs of this scale are foreign places to Nevada. He's a homebody at the end of the day with his only claims to wealth and fame being in the sister beside him. Even dressed in properly upscale casual attire, he doesn't have the mannerisms that'd let him just fit in. He's a street dog in a clubhouse for well to do cats, and a fresh groom at Petsmart isn't going to hide that. It does not mean that he's not looking forward to the refreshments. "Swanky place. I didn't even know this place was out here." He says aside to Andrea as she leads the way past security and into the club. "So you performing tonight or just han--...ging out?" He voice trails as his head cocks towards the music of the piano, even if he can't make out the man behind it from the angle.
Andrea	"I'll do something if the owner wants me to, but I figured I'd just show you around to one of my new haunts. I like this place. They don't card me at the door and they just let me in, like I'm some type of celebrity." Andrea says to Nevada as she gives him an amused smile. She's wearing tonight a stunning red dress that clings to her body and hits at her knees, as well as a long black shoulder purse and a pair of black flats. Tilting her head at him, her brows lift upwards. "What's up? You like the piano? How come this is news for me? That's the owner. Lucifer Morningstar. That's a porn name if I ever heard one."
Lucifer	It's always presence before voices when people arrive at the club, and Lucifer continues to play the tune coming from his fingertips. There's no pinning the piece, it's nothing but what's on the top of his own head and he perhaps likes it that way this time. Of course he knows Phoebe is there, but since she's not said anything, he won't either for a moment. It's when he hears Andrea and the man accompanying her that he shifts his gaze up and over to the ones who have entered. "Well well. Not one but two of my favorite people in the same spot. How lucky am I?" This said as he continues to play. "Find yourselves bored? Or am I just the lucky one to obtain your presence tonight?" Then his eyes, those ocean blues, land on Nevada for a lingering moment. Something in his gaze. Recognition perhaps? His nostrils flare briefly and then he looks back to the piano, perhaps bringing the song to a close. "Lovely to see you Phoebe. Andrea. Who's your friend?"
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe had shot Andrea a look, but the WayneTech 'superhero memorabelia curator' steps to the side a little to give Andrea and Nevada room, seeming to melt a little into the background with her gray sweatshirt. She know Lucifer would know she's there -- easy enough to pick her out of the crowd, she thinks, but Andrea -- Miss Mutie Cutie herself -- and someone who bares a resemblance to Andrea? Well, she'll let them do their talking first. She simply slips a book out of her bag to look at in the light of the not-quite-open club.
Nevada	"Eh?" Nevada blinks as he looks back to his sister like he'd been off in space for a second. "Oh. Uh, no. I mean, it's good, but I'm not listening to a whole ten track album of it." It's the name she gives that seems to give Nevada pause and he scratches his nails against the faintest shadow of stubble on his jaw. "Yeah. That, uh, definitely sounds pornish." As the man in question speaks from the piano, Nevada's curious look on him lasts a second at best. He's not rude in it. A glance and then he's subtly diverted to look at the air next to Lucifer, or just past, or perhaps admiring his shoes. Anywhere but on the owner's actual face. "I'm Nevada, Andrea's sister. It's a nice place you have here, sir."
Andrea	Giving a casual glance over towards Phoebe's direction as Lucifer calls out her name, Andrea offers up a brief smile before she continues forward, blowing some of her hair away from her face. "Like he said. My brother. Twin brother. Popped out at the same time, though I'm older by a few minutes." She says as she slips down into the VIP section to settle her purse into a compartment that she locks with a click. She tucks a few bills into Nevada's pocket with a grin to take care. "I'm treating him to the high life for a night."
Lucifer	"And you chose my place to bring him to do such. Well. Consider me tickled." Lucifer offers and then regards the three of them. His gaze shifts back to Nevada a moment and he inclines his head. "Pleasure is mine and welcome. I do hope you enjoy yourself." He motions towards the bar while moving to stand from the piano and then makes his way to behind the bar. "Ginger ale with a splash of grenadine for Miss Beacon." This as he makes that drink and sets it on the bar. "Blackberry martini for Miss Jackson." This might take another moment to concoct but Lucifer does it expertly and soon sets that drink on the bar. "And... for you?" Looking to Nevada then. "First drinks are always on the house, and then you can either pay by the drink or begin a tab." It's his usual spill that he says to all newcomers regardless.
Phoebe Beacon	"Thank you, Lucifer." Phoebe finally does speak, the young woman coming up to sit at the bar, and she gives a nod. "Miss Jackson, Mr. Jackson." she greets them politely, though a little cooly. Gothamites, man.     "I didn't realize you'd be entertaining so early, I suppose I'll have to try to get out of class sooner if I'm to catch you otherwise unoccupied." Phoebe adds, accepting the gingerale quietly and giving a sip. She's easily pleased.
Nevada	"Uh, I'm a pretty simple guy. Negra Modelo if you have 'em." Nevada says, listing off a Mexican beer that he may not exactly be legal to drink but no one is asking either. "Or something in a similar vein." No fancy mixed drinks for him, it seems. He eyes his sister as she stuffs cash in his pocket with a quiet huff out of his nostrils but nothing more than that, as if this was a common argument that he'd lost before even starting it. "Yeah yeah, she likes spoiling me and then telling me I'm spoiled later." He does tease to her with a toothsome grin.
Andrea	"You also have pockets and I don't stuff cash down my tits like one of the go-go dancers here." Andrea says as she takes the martini from Lucifer with a grin, followed by a happy sip from it. "You're just holding on to it tonight to pay the bill before we leave tonight. No tabs for me." She says as she tips a wink in the devil's direction. "If you have business with your friend, don't let me keep you. I figured I would beat the crowd to ensure I have my table and to show Nevada around before it gets crazy in here. He liked your piano playing by the way."
Lucifer	Lucifer smirks at Phoebe. "I didn't realize I was either. This is quite the pleasent surprise. Have you two met? Andrea, Phoebe?" Asking this as he shifts to grab the requested beer that Nevada requests. Could be he carries it. Could be he obtains it via supernatural means. Whatever works to get the client what they request. No one cards people in his club, which means that if you're over 18 and through the door, then you're able to drink alcohol. There's a tilt of his head before he offers a shrug. "I have no known business, unless I forgot, and it's hard for me to forget. I think you three just happened to come here early by coincidence. Which also means you have time to relax, settle in with a drink or two and beat everyone to the dance floor once the night gets started." He offers in smooth tones of dulcet nature and that grin never fades from his lips. "Unless there's business to discuss, of which I'm all ears if necessary."
Phoebe Beacon	"We've passed each other before, but never been introduced." Phoebe gives a warm smile, in her gray-and-yellow sweatshirt before she unzips it, taking it off. Beneath she's just wearing a WAYNETECH T-shirt, nothing fancy.     "I actually came with a question. There was an account coming out of China Basin in Gotham. Two Chinese tourists were kidnapped and held hostage by a gang that isn't known to Gotham." she states, pulling out a newspaper -- The Gotham Gazette -- and showing the headline. It's somewhere in the middle of the news.     "Usually when cops show up and they don't have to do much, it's because the local vigilantes did clean-up and tied everyone down. This time, they just found guns and dirty marks on the floor and scaffolding."
Andrea	"I don't have any business. I just came to party. You two have fun." Andrea says as she takes a sip from her drink, humming around the rim as she tilts her head a bit to listen in on the conversation with her heightened senses. She gives a glance over to her twin brother, leaning over to clink her glass against his beer. The news is interesting to her, but nothing she would jump in on in conversation. It's not her business after all. "So, what do you think, Nev? Gonna go dancing?" She says with a grin to her brother. "Also, when are you going to bring the girl by the Penthouse again? I miss her."
Nevada	"You have a clothing line. Get to pressing the industry for more chick clothes to have pockets." Nevada says to his sibling with a good natured snort of air. "But fine, I'll be your good-looking wallet for the night." And then it's not that he's eavesdropping since he's right in the area, but the canted head of Nevada suggests that his expectations of the offer to discuss business does not match with the business that Phoebe brings forward. He doesn't comment on it outside of that initial show of curiosity and looks back to Andrea as she talks. "I feel good enough to get some dancing in, sure. I'm not sure on Grace. I guess when she has break next, which is summer break I guess. So maybe a few weeks? She's up to her nose in test prep and papers right now. Hearing the horror stories is not inspiring me to follow suit."
Lucifer	Lucifer glances to the newspaper as Phoebe offers it over, giving it a read a bit and then raises a brow. "No Knight in Darkened Cowl to save the day, hmm?" Asking that with a little smirk before he pours himself a whiskey neat and takes a slow sip of it. "Not to be a cheeky ass, Phoebe, but you've just given me a handful of statements. What's your actual question?" His eyes turning to her then as he gives a grin. People are starting to slowly trickle in, the DJ is doing his final sound checks before seeming to begin actually spinning tracks, and the go-go dancers are getting into their cages. The night slowly coming to more life around them. If this was intended to be a private conversation, there's places they could have gone. Though he does give one more look to Andrea and Nevada, "You need anything, just let me know, yes?"
Phoebe Beacon	"... have you heard of any new supernatural items going on in the area? If there's a new superhero, I've got to grab something for Mr. Drake's collection --" she states, and then, as an aside to Nevada and Andrea, to explain: "I work for Mr. Tim Drake. If I find something new from someone new for his 'superheroism' collection, there's a possible bonus for me." she states with a small smile, sitting up a little straighter. "I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask if you'd heard about bad guys disappearing into ashey, oily smears on pavement."
Andrea	"We aren't too familiar with superhero types." Andrea says as she lifts her glass upwards to take a sip. "Though I have met an Avenger or three in my time at some parties. Mister Stark throws some wild ones. Got to sing at his birthday once." She gives a glance over to Nevada again with a small smile, then leans back into her booth as she gives a lick of her lips in thought. "I'm good, I don't need anything else. I may get another later in the night, but knowing Nevada, he will make use of your menu. He's a bottomless pit."
Nevada	"Sounds like a cool gig, though." Nevada chimes in after a sip of Mexico's finest. "Minus cheezing off someone that can nuke you from orbit, but I guess that'd keep life more interesting than getting a new stapler at work to stab reports with. I try not to jam my nose into the business of super-things. I happen to like it where it is on my face." There's a gesture to himself with a quick laugh, "I ain't exactly built to try stealing Superman's cape or something. Though now that she mentions it, yes, food is a battle that I am equipped to face at any hour. Super speedy robber? My stuff is that way, good sir. Got half a steak that you can't finish? By all means, give me a call."
Lucifer	"I'm afraid I'm sort of in the same boat at the moment, Miss Beacon. No one has come in here talking, bragging, or pawning any sort of anything in that department. Plus, I highly doubt most super heroes would want to come into a place like this." Lucifer gestures and then chuckles. Then again, another recent guest he had did sort of throw him for a loop, but that's neither here nor there. "However, if I hear of anything I will be sure to let you know." A glance to Andrea and Nevada then and Lucifer inclines his head. "Well we have all sorts of fares from appetizers to top grade sirloins and everything between. My kitchen staff will be happy to try and attempt to fill that pit you call a stomach." Then he chuckles, but he's keeping a keen eye on Nevada. Not all the time, a glance here or there, just because. The man's surely...intriguing.
Phoebe Beacon	It was only a slight lie. After all, her face had been splashed accross the Gotham gossip pages and celebrity rumor rags alike, accusations ranging from 'gold-digging orphan girl' to 'extraterrestrial witch trying to entice Gotham Elite back to her home planet for 'chill and then eating your face!'.     Journalism's weird.     "It's not bad, on one side I have an excellent employer, my direct supervisor is pretty decent and I get to work with various charities. The bad thing is that I occasionally have to transfer different pieces from storage. Mr. Morningstar was kind enough to be my supporting arm as I recovered from an attempted mugging last time I dropped in."
Andrea	There is a slight sniff at the air before Andrea hums to herself a bit, taking another sip from her drink. "It definitely seems like it could be a dangerous profession, I suppose if it pays good it may be worth the risk." Once she finishes her martini, she slides a menu over in front of Nevada so that he can partake in the sins spread out on the page. When other guests begin to arrive, she gives a look out to the crowds, looking to see if she can pick out anyone in particular from her last few jaunts. "How has the casino opening been? Are you fleecing the sheep for every coin?"
Nevada	As far as sins go, gluttony may top Nevada's. Or maybe he has a tapeworm. The menu is collected with a quick pluck, which gives Nevada something to focus on than avoiding eye contact with the owner of the establishment. "I'm smelling the storyline for some new fantasy-horror movie, or Indian Jones Seven or whatever they're on. Maybe a bit of both, because why not at this point? He's survived Nazis, nukes, aliens, and God's magic steamer trunk. He needs a new challenge he can take on from the nursing home." "Oo, casino. I do like the controlled madness of Vegas, even if the nature of the city keeps me pretty busy when I was there." There's a pause as he glances over towards Phoebe. "Uber driving. Freelance thing, here and there. Ya know, nothing better to do, grab some lost soul and carry them off where they need to go and upcharge 'em on Saturday nights."
Lucifer	"You act as if I did some heroic salvation of your person. Which...is not my thing. At all." Lucifer quips with that ever-present grin towards Phoebe. "Though, you did pop in and recover for a bit. Which was a time after you came here with your friend, and she left her wallet behind. Amazing coincidences, don't you think?" Not that he would actually bring harm to Phoebe, but she had trouble in Gotham and wound up in New York. Like how does that really happen? Then his attention turns to Andrea and a brow raises. "Funny terminology you're using there. But the fleecing has been...decent. Some of the sheep leave behind plenty, some are smart with either their wins or losses. None the less, it's not put me into any misery just yet." A grin. "I do encourage you a round or two if you're keen on gambling. It's a evening for the way people word things. Nevada's comment about grabbing lost souls and carrying them off where they need go has Lucifer's ears perking just a bit. "I wonder what the going rate for lost souls is at this point. Purgatory must be getting a bit low these days since there's a few of you uber drivers around now, yeah?"
Phoebe Beacon	"Could be. I have faith in you." Phoebe replies with a dry smile, and she nurses her ginger ale, completely boring. Utterly boring.     "I somehow don't think Purgatory's any lower due to a lack of contracted cabbies." she remarks quietly, though she finds the turn of phrase amuzing.
Andrea	"I don't know, I always see gambling as a lose-lose situation. Besides, I would probably smell the bullshit a mile away and fold 'em fairly quick. Rich people stay rich because they don't set their money on fire." Andrea says with a laugh as her shoulders lift upwards into a shrug. "And slot machines is just a throwaway. I'd rather just watch and cheer from afar. Kinda like sports, I guess. But boring." She gives a bit of a stretch, arms curling over her head for a moment to pop a few joints in her spine before she settles them in front of her again. She gives a glance towards Nevada, then subtly back towards Lucifer for a moment, brows lifting.
Nevada	"Most rich people, anyway." Nevada says aside to his sibling. "Money has a weird way of making people crazy." Lucifer's comment earns a lopsided grin from Nevada from behind the menu. "I don't judge where people are going. Not everyone ends up home, sometimes they just need to get to the airport to wait for their next flight." The words are normal enough, but there's euphemism in his tone that's punctuated with a shrug. "Can't say I've been to a Purgatory, but I've heard of Burgatory. Good place. Burgers to die for." He looks to his sister's 'look' and gives her an easy grin. "Least drivers keep clubs like this in good standing. Drunk drivers don't happen, clubs and bars don't get sued; win win. We can look up the statistics later."
Lucifer	Lucifer gives an amused scoff but doesn't say anything more. He's not really sure where to lead any of the conversation now, and the club is beginning to get busy. People are walking to the casino, the dance floor is bouncing and the bar is filling. It's going to be quite the Saturday night. "Well, you all have fun. If you need me just call, think, or have someone find me. I should never be too far off."
Phoebe Beacon	Phoebe gives a slight smile, and rises from her seat, tipping her bartender a fiver as she tucks the newspaper back into her backpack.     "And I'm not dressed for the evening. Have a good night, Lucifer." she states, and gives a nod to Andrea and Nevada.     "Miss Jackson. Mr. Jackson."     And then she hops up the stairs, exiting back out into the world.