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?

Comments

[toooldforlosing]

"Alright." From his manner, "right away" isn't necessary.

"It's good to see you settling in so fast. Lord knows I didn't."

[norea]

"I've done this dance before." Not, as noted elsewhere, in an entirely different dimension, but her tone is casual enough to suggest it's the truth. Being self-made means you can do it all over again.

"And now, how settled are you feeling?"

[toooldforlosing]

"Not very, but I got a job, at least." He's still living in a bed and breakfast, but that might just be temperament, at this point. "Faced the fact that I'm not getting out of here any way fast."

[norea]

She makes a sympathetic little sound. "Look, from what I know of places like this...if you do get home, no time at all will have passed. It will have been jarring, but you might not have missed out on too much."

[toooldforlosing]

He exhales. "...that's something. Thanks." It's still not great, but it's better than the alternative. "Though I can't say I'm eager to go back to being gunshot."

[norea]

"Maybe we can send you back in kevlar," she suggests, thoughtfully, aiming a critical look at Raylan's torso as though she is envisioning what kevlar would look like on him. (Plus she's just appreciative of a man in good shape.)

[toooldforlosing]

"I'd appreciate that, though when I left, no one was still shooting at me," he said with a small laugh. "I'd been shot enough for one day, I think."