003 | OPEN. red lipstick on the end of a cigarette.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, and OPEN.
What: A show premieres at The Vault.
Where: The Vault.
When: Evening til the wee hours of the morning.
Notes: I will set up sections in the comments for people to hang out.
Warnings: WELL IT'S AN ADULT CLUB, SO.

The show starts at nine o'clock, and the bar is full pretty quickly thereafter, but the variety in the club is pretty striking. Xenians in their best suits, non-Xenians in leather and ripped fishnets, everything in between. There doesn't seem to be a lot of cultural divide here between human and not, even given recent issues. Hasibe makes good on her promise to have members of her cohort given seating preference, as she's sweet-talked the cocktail dress-clad hostesses, and the bartenders (in their vague approximations of suits with very open shirts) are aware that she's invited a lot of heavy drinkers. ...she just assumes people in her cohort want to drink--they've been kidnapped to a strange city with many new things to offer, so why wouldn't they?

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[mirrorswillfall.livejournal.com]

"There's a spot backstage that's pretty secluded. I mean it's loud, but that's good, right?"

Because god knows Penelope doesn't want anyone to know about this. The lack of preamble might be a hint as to how she's planning on pursuing this-- exactly the way she pursues basically all of her encounters with men. She doesn't want to know his name, doesn't want to be his friend, doesn't even want to remember what he looks like a couple hours from now. As simple as possible. Streamlined. That's a nice, non-slutty word. It's almost professional.

Yeah. That's what she is. A professional sex-haver-- oh god no that's not right at all. You know what, it doesn't matter. She is young and he is hot, the music is loud and the drinks are free. That is when magic happens. And she should know.

(If she feels any predatory vibes coming from his direction, she assumes they mean completely the opposite. She has no idea what she's just come on to.)

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

There's a very normal seeming smile from Mitchell, while part of him calculates that backstage usually means exits are close by, that a place like this means that feeding in public is not unheard of, that if anything did go wrong--

Another part of him maintains that this if for sex, over and over, nothing more nothing less, this is a club for it for god's sake, it's not like he and Hasi agreed on any definitions or boundaries yet (like that makes any of this okay).

"Sounds good to me." The bartender brings their drinks over and he takes a good, long sip, trying to muster a placebo affect. At least for now, anyway.

[mirrorswillfall.livejournal.com]

Penelope does the same. Alcohol helps, with these things, because there's always some little part in the back of her mind that hasn't been completely burned out yet, worrying and trying to tell her that this probably isn't such a good idea, as it does every time. She thinks it's part of her conscience. Not that she's really sure, though-- she hasn't listened to it since high school, and that was a long time ago now. Long enough that the pattern of Find Easy Target --> Get At The Very Least Buzzed --> Use Target --> Evacuate ASAP has become so ingrained in her psyche that she's nearly forgotten that normal people don't operate that way, at least not 100% of the time.

After about half the drink is drained (she powers through with a purpose-- not having to speak to the target), she hops off her barstool and reaches for his hand.

"Come on," she says, and although her face is smiling, something in her demeanor is more impatient than affectionate. And maybe that's as it should be.

[martyrdomoption.livejournal.com]

Mitchell, thankfully (okay, maybe not in this scenario), is not a normal person. Which probably should trigger alarm bells a little, but oh well.

But even he's a little surprised at how quickly Penny operates. If she were a vampire, she could probably beat him hands down. But thank God she's not, because that would be the worlds most awful competition.

He takes her hand with a faint smile. "Lead on."