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

[deservesadaisy]

"Even if that's true," it is, "you don't have to say so," Ivan says, light. "I imagine most of his clients enjoy the illusion of self-control."

[norea]

Hasibe picks this line of work not just because her skills (people-related and physical as they are) fall into this category--they've honed her ability to procure information. She casts an amused look backward, voice low, though audible to her guests:

"As you can see, you've got some very good company up here." A pause. "Or at least fascinatingly hypocritical."

She will not be fetching any drinks for anyone, as that's what bottle service girls are for, but she will summon one of those over if anyone (okay, her or Ilde, probably) expresses the inclination.

[fuckin_thirsty]

[ laaaate tag is late, it's a good thing y'all like me ]

Being, indeed, a less than subtle creature, Deacon shows his fangs in the form of a smile to the nearest table they cross by. His breed of vampire don't particularly have powers of persuasion, empathy, hypnosis, but they can be unsettling when they desire to be. As repelling as any predator higher up in the food chain.

"Yeah, that's one way to put it." A glance back to Ilde And Ivan, scarred eyebrow raising. "Humans're just as thirsty for something. Look at these fucks."

[rhinemaid]

"Everyone wants," Ilde returns, like it's both self-evident and an object of curiosity (to her, yes, both of these things). "It's just interesting what they'll do to get."

[deservesadaisy]

"People generally know themselves very little," Ivan observed. "There's almost something admirable about being able to articulate what one's want is." He almost pities more those who stayed home.