Owner	Pose
Thomas Raith	It's early evening, and while the Club has technically been open since four, it's still a few hours before the Blue LAdy will become so packed that Axe, the hispanic man who guards the door and the line leading to it need actually do anything. Still the man who derives his name from the pair of tomahawks that hang from his belt offers the approaching woman a wolfish smile and says, "Jo want in? Let jo skip the whole line." Not that there is a line to skip, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Mercy Thompson	Mercedes Thompson is making her way into the club. it's a little out of the way for her, given she lives in West Harlem, but....she missed her subway stop, thanks to taking a nap on the train and woke up. Hearing Ax she looks over. "Yes I want in" she says and looks over. "Tomahawks?" she asks and gives the axes a look again before meeting the Hispanic man's gaze for a moment. Joe, as in, say, Injun Joe? she thinks and heads in. It's not bothering her....much. She's been called worse in her life. She is half Native after all, though she does look around and whistle a little. This place is way, way nicer than the places she usually ends up in. One drink here, she reasons, and that's her entire bank account....or not. Sidling up to the bar, dressed in dojo clothes, Mercy looks to the bar and waits patiently. She's used to waiting, really. it comes with the grind....but Mercy's looking like she's out of her depth here not having had time to change from her shi sei kai kan clothing. Or simply, dojo clothes. Plus she's limping favoring one leg.
Thomas Raith	The Bartender, who sort of resembles Bruce Willis in RED, only with an eyepatch nods to her as he finishes constructing the drink he was already preparing for someone else further down the bar. Before he can get to her however, a voice from her side asks in a casual, almost conversational tone, "Would you like a slow comfortable screw up agienst the wall?" The man who speaks is...well handsome is not the right word. Pretty maybe. Even beautiful. A face like a fallen angel and a smile and glimmer in his eyes that is pure playful wickedness.
Mercy Thompson	Hearing the words Mercy whirls around and looks to the face. Yes, he's pretty, but Mercy's sarcastic as ever. Being raised by wolves taught her a lot....including how to survive. "Wait a minute. Did you just offer to ruin the decor of this fine, high class club with some" she pauses for effect, "Fast action?" Mercy asks, her sarcasm out to play, as she signals for a water. Maybe if she remembers how she learned growing up....she can deal with this. "First off...who are you. Secondly, The wall has decor. You'd ruin it, like I said. Third, You got any idea how much of a pain that stuff is to get out of clothes? Unless, of course, you want to buy me a drink. I don't drink alcohol but.....a soft drink could work" Mercy offers, deciding to play along with this.
Thomas Raith	If she were expecting a surpirsed or upset reaction to her reply, she'd be disappointed in the smiling laugh that comes out of the man. "Yosa!" He calls to the bartender, "My Bottle and a soft drink for the lady." He says helping himself to the seat next to her. Then he says "Sloe Gin, Southern Comfort. Orange Juice and Vodka are called a Screwdriver and a float of Galliano on top from a harvey Wallbanger. Mix them together and shake over ice, and it's called a Slow Comfortable screw up agienst the wall. And my name is Thomas Raith. I own the Blue Lady. Nice to meet you."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy nods, ordering herself a water as she looks to Thomas. "Nice place" she says offering a hand. "I'm Mercedes, or Mercy. Whichever you prefer" she says and looks around the club again having taken more of her seat. "So, what's the deal with this club. It's like a step into the past. Is it based on the 1920s, or 1930s when jazz was either taking off, or huge" she adds taking in the place again, taking in the decor and clothing. It's the once a year when her degree actually is useful. "See, this place is like something out of the start of the golden years of jazz, the clothing...." And she's off, explaining the history and significance of the clothing, decor and designs. If it wasn't evident she had a history degree, it is now.....though she does pause to sip her water every so often. "So, Tell me about yourself?" she asks, once the history class is over.
Thomas Raith	The handshake is normal enough seeming, but causes Thomas to raise an eyebrow as if something strange happened on his end of it. Still as she goes into her spiel about the Club he nods in obvious appreciation. "Thank you, It took allt of blood, sweat, and money to get it exactly right." He says with a bit of a smile. "The idea was to harken back to the feel of an old fashioned Speak-Easy. To give people the subconscious thrill that they were, in some small way, getting away with something that they shouldn't be. That hint of 'naughtiness' makes them feel special. And when people feel special it tends to loosen their purse strings quite a bit.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy nods, "History degree. Sorry, I get to use it once a year so I'm not passing up that chance" she nods sipping her water, "See, You've a good point. People love gangster films. You're tapping into that too. All you need is somebody in a suit with a prop Tommy gun....and you got that niche covered too" she ventures. "So, besides putting your money into this club. What else?" she adds, then has a thought. "Do you do food here, or do I need to come back in something more, you knw, Prohibition era? Maybe bring a wise guy to make sure his doll doesn't get hurt?" Mercy asks raising an eyebrow with a chuckle. "I mean, you're going for that vibe" she says with a genuine grin. "See, I started on a spiel, then asked you about yourself. You don't seem like the typical rich, has a ton of money and a fleet of exotic cars, slugs champagne and sleeps with a billion girls type. I mean, sat here you seem normal. Well, normal as this city gets" Mercy admits.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs a bit, "We serve food, yes if you'd like a menu. Allot of Red meat and that sort of thing." He says casually, sipping an amber colored liquid that came from a crystal decanter that Yosa, the one eyed bartender, retrieved for him. ""And I suppose it's my job to fill the Mobster role. I actully have a few white suits and I put them on once things pick up a little later in the evening. No Tommy gun though, Just Axe out front, Crush over there.." He says pointing to a very large black man standing near the VIP entrance, "...And Smash who mostly stays out of sight unless he is needed." He sips his drink again, "As for my material wealth, I own four cars total, hate the taste of champagne, and sold my inheritance in the family business to my sisters so that I could build this place and strike out on my own."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy shakes her head. "Meat is fine. I grew up with some interesting types" she says, not revealing too much yet. She looks to the bartender. "May I have a menu?" she asks then returns her gaze to her drink then Thomas. "So you told your parents to shove it and do your own thing. That's understandable" Mercy says with a nod. "Ah come on, one of those guys with a prop machine gun couldn't hurt if you ever wanted to go the full speakeasy route. Even have somebody dressed up as a cop in here taking bribes, hell, that guy" she says with a nod to the bartender. She's sneaking towards going on another history spiel about speakeasies....though she stops herself before that.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith chuckles a bit, "Something to consider I suppose..." After all he does have scantily clad cigar girls walking around. At the idea of dressing up like a cop, Yosa just "Hurmphs" and sets the menu down beside her. "Yosa doesn't talk much." Thomas offers casually and shakes his head. "MY Mother died when I was about six, and she left us when I was four. And it wasn't really telling them to Shove it... " He times his next words to coincide with her taking a drink, "I just didn't want to be part of a world wide porn conglomerate.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy doesn't choke or spit her water out laughing. Instead, she swallows her water and looks...well...neutral. "Oh trust me. I've been around people who don't value modesty" she says. Not a lot shocks her...though admittedly, growing up where she did.... Mercy flicks through the menu and decides on a burger and fries, then she glances to Thomas again. "So you didn't want to be around all that flesh getting paid for it? Instead you open a club harkening back to the 30s and yet, your family are making adult films?" she asks. "You got a good deal"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs a bit, a slightly puzzled look in his eye as he basically tries to find the proper box to fit this woman into. He's already pegged her as "Not normal", but that's all thus far. "Some films, though the growing market is apparently online." He says casually. He shrugs a little bit and sips his own drink. "It's not the flesh that bothers me," he says casually. "I love women. I love sex. It's one of my favorite ays to spend an evening frankly. The VIP room upstairs has pillo rooms for people to discreetly and not so discreetly hook up if they ere so inclined. Porn makes it cheap somehow. Even cheaper then buying it from a whore. It drains all the humanity out of the connection, leaving only behind animal gratification. Live to eat, don't eat to live basically.
Mercy Thompson	Mercy laughs. "Everything. I mean, everything, is online now. Not just porn. But absolutely everything you can think of" Mercy says and gives an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you" she says softly...and looks over to Thomas again. "Like I said. I've been around people who don't know the meaning of the word modesty. That kind of takes the shock out of it" Mercy says, not wanting to give her life away....she's had an odd one to say the least. "My preferrred way of spending an evening is curl up on the couch and watch TV, or movies. Or go for a run" Mercy says and her brown eyes look lighter for a moment at the idea of going for a run, really....as Mercy enjoys running. "It's not I'm not into sex. It's just...I got my job and stuff to consider" Mercy points out. "Not conducive to bringing somebody home, honestly" she says with a sad tinge to her voice. Some days she wants to. But....nobody's caught her eye, yet. Shaking her head again, Mercy sip her water once more.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks just a little bit and shrugs slightly, "Well sometimes one has to /make/ the time to enjoy the finer things life has to offer. "After all you make time to run? You make time to watch tv... Considering how many positive effects it has, might even consider it a healthy thing to do with your free time."
Mercy Thompson	Mercy looks amused and smiles. "I make time to do those once I'm done working, or at the dojo" Mercy says. "I usually just come home, fall asleep and that's that" Mercy points out, hinting both she and Thomas are right. On the one hand, Mercy makes time for stuff, on the other, she's too tired for....ahem.....action.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith looks amused a bit and sips his drink, "Well you see, there is the problem." He says in a playful tone, "You need a man that knows how to relax you as /well/ as stimulate you." He says it with a grin and a shrug, tiliting his head a bit. "That said however," he says glancing at his watch, "I need to go attend to some of my other guests. Still I hope you'll come back soon MErcy...it's been a unique pleasure.