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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[truth_is_cold]

The look he wears is a touch amused.

"Then I suppose I'll find somewhere to relax." He would send her a message over their devices, but honestly there's nowhere she could possibly be carrying hers with an outfit like that. So he just smiles and sets out to find the fellow that she described (hopefully, there are a good number of people here and the gentleman could be more standard than he suspects).

[norea]

"Perfect," she says. If she is concerned about any perception of her motivations here, it doesn't show--and in all honesty, Hasibe is generally shameless. She considers The Vault a paradise because it's an equal playing field. Men like Sandor Zendak know a lot about girls like what they perceive Hasibe to be, and there's a certain type of honesty in that transaction.

"I'll do a few rounds. See you soon."

She has faith in Rhade's people-finding abilities.

[truth_is_cold]

It actually doesn't take him long. There were certain men that seem to collect the most attention, and takes the time to indulge it from as many women as possible. There's a small group of them around the gentlemen precisely like she described, all looking as though they're completely engrossed in him (and some Rhade suspected were very much not human).

Either they are tempting fate for excitement or want the money. He doubts they all had Hasi's intent. If the gentleman (term used loosely) is upset by the idea, he certainly wasn't showing it in any notable way.

Rhade sits down at a table and orders himself a drink, giving the waitress his best charming, boyishly innocent smile. And asking her to send the lovely lady he'd seen on stage earlier a tip for him. The one in white.