*BEEP*
As you wish sir!
Mixes up three more Flesh Ripplers and lays them out one, two, three in front of the Dalesman. Places a bowl of roasted peanuts nearby
Looking at Acme Droid, he says, "hey, do you know the Cult of the Angry Jack is and can I get directions?"
The house stereo plays on with some funky horn elcetronica as the party gathers steam.
A haughty contingent of yochlols from Demonweb Pits, currently configured as tartan plaid miniskirt-wearing Drow females, sit aloof from the main crowd, flanked by pouty androgynous Drow males bearing sharp slender swords.
He approaches the hottest yochols and says, "wanna dance?"
Places a Dark&Stormy in front of Angel
*BEEP*
There you are miss!
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Looking at Acme Droid, he says, "hey, do you know the Cult of the Angry Jack is and can I get directions?"*BEEP*
As you wish sir!
Mixes up three more Flesh Ripplers and lays them out one, two, three in front of the Dalesman. Places a bowl of roasted peanuts nearby
"Ahm headin that way," says a man in a brightly colored car. "Hop in."
*BEEP*
As you wish sir!
Mixes up three more Flesh Ripplers and lays them out one, two, three in front of the Dalesman. Places a bowl of roasted peanuts nearby
"Yes, young love is what keeps me going," Angel says. "Acme, give me a Dark and Stormy so I can join the toast."
Raises his cups and toasts with Angel:
"To the victorious dead!" Flesh Rippler #1"To young love!" Flesh Rippler #2
"To risking almost certain injury by asking miniskirt-clad drow to dance!" Flesh Rippler #3
"Pray for me, Angel."
Pulls out a wand of cleanse and performs an emergency 'freshen up', then heads over to the drow contingent.
He approaches the hottest yochols and says, "wanna dance?"The house stereo plays on with some funky horn elcetronica as the party gathers steam.
A haughty contingent of yochlols from Demonweb Pits, currently configured as tartan plaid miniskirt-wearing Drow females, sit aloof from the main crowd, flanked by pouty androgynous Drow males bearing sharp slender swords.
The Dalesman comes over to this side of the Club, and gives Lord of All Insects a greeting nod.
"I'll second that question, ladies."
The Dalesman comes over to this side of the Club, and gives Lord of All Insects a greeting nod.
"I'll second that question, ladies."Another yochlol stands up. This one has her white hair in two side ponytails and sports a belly tee with a cartoon severed elf head on it. Underneath is the legend: 'Legolas is a punk'. Her eyes are as large and violet as the Insect Lord's partner, her body as sinewy, and her smile is just as wicked.
Hmf. Why not? This place was getting boring. Lead on warrior ...
She allows the Dalesman to lead her out to the floor. The Drow boytoys look distinctly peeved.
Devlyn gives a nod to the boytoys as he leads her out to the floor (If Alaina is still on the floor as well, he gives a quick wave to their most generous hostess). He takes note of the current music and dance styles around them, and adapts almost effortlessly to whatever she wants to try.
Hopefully has fun and passes that along, but holds back on the smalltalk until she says something - after all, she's here to dance, not chitchat (not yet, at least) :)
A tall, sultry brunette in a split-side black skirt with matching knee-high black leather boots and stiletto heels strolls into the Club. Her emerald silk top makes no effort to cover the gold and ruby teardrop necklace cascading down to her ample bosom. All of her fingers are bedecked with fine rings. Her hair has no apparent adornment and is worn loose, down to her shoulders. It is difficult to tell her race or nationality.
She grabs a table to the side and gives the dejected drow males a long glance.
Devlyn takes his yochlol dance partner out onto the crowded floor. The music segues into a sleek sexy beat. The yochlol slithers about Devlyn, undulating to the tempo, skirt flipping around her shapely rump as she works it up and down the floor.
Devlyn gets her tempo down and complements her movements perfectly, making their dance into a liquid, organic fusion with the music - almost but not quite touching (perhaps to the chagrin of some of the viewing audience).
A tall, sultry brunette in a split-side black skirt with matching knee-high black leather boots and stiletto heels strolls into the Club. Her emerald silk top makes no effort to cover the gold and ruby teardrop necklace cascading down to her ample bosom. All of her fingers are bedecked with fine rings. Her hair has no apparent adornment and is worn loose, down to her shoulders. It is difficult to tell her race or nationality.
She grabs a table to the side and gives the dejected drow males a long glance.
One of the drow men glances over, then whispers something to a nearby confidant. They cast their red-eyed gazes over at her, smirking their sparkle-glossed lips
A young girl in black shorts and a yellow-black halter top runs up and quickly wipes the table El-Lina sits at.
Can I get you something to drink miss? She asks in a hurried tone.
A tall, sultry brunette in a split-side black skirt with matching knee-high black leather boots and stiletto heels strolls into the Club. Her emerald silk top makes no effort to cover the gold and ruby teardrop necklace cascading down to her ample bosom. All of her fingers are bedecked with fine rings. Her hair has no apparent adornment and is worn loose, down to her shoulders. It is difficult to tell her race or nationality.
She grabs a table to the side and gives the dejected drow males a long glance.
One of the drow men glances over, then whispers something to a nearby confidant. They cast their red-eyed gazes over at her, smirking their sparkle-glossed lips
A young girl in black shorts and a yellow-black halter top runs up and quickly wipes the table El-Lina sits at.
Can I get you something to drink miss? She asks in a hurried tone.
Why thank you. Wine, I think. Old vintage preferrably. Red.
She slides a very old platinum piece across the table. Will this do?
Why thank you. Wine, I think. Old vintage preferrably. Red.
She slides a very old platinum piece across the table. Will this do?
The young girl pockets the coin
Certainly! Would you like a Chateau Amber '67?
The girl searches in her waitress pouch for some coins in change
Why thank you. Wine, I think. Old vintage preferrably. Red.
She slides a very old platinum piece across the table. Will this do?
The young girl pockets the coin
Certainly! Would you like a Chateau Amber '67?
The girl searches in her waitress pouch for some coins in change
Don't worry about change dear. Just make sure it's tasty. And red.
The young girl hurries to the bar, returning shortly with a tall fluted glass of rich red wine
Here you go miss, enjoy! The young girl smiles quickly then hustles off to her next table
With her eyes still set upon the drow males, the newcomer tries the wine. A little dribbles slowly from the corner of her mouth. She dabs it with a red silk handkerchief.
The drow duo seem to have made a descision. They both amble over towards the new arrival. They are dressed in black leather pants with purple silk shirts. They both carry slender vaguely katana-style swords on wide leather belts embossed with silver spiders. SIlver torcs encircle their thin necks. The torcs' end finials are also silver spiders
The club music transitions into a much faster beat and the crowd on the floor begins to shake like a communal epileptic seizure.
The two drow arrive at El-Lina's table.
Fancy some company? The taller of the two asks in a thick accented Common, flipping his red-streaked white hair.
Sorry fellas. Something else has caught my eye. She turns her gaze to the Dalesman.
He moves rather well don't you think?
He approaches the hottest yochols and says, "wanna dance?"A yochlol dressed a white cropped belly shirt with a smiley face sprouting eight arachnid legs looks up at the Insect Lord. Her plaid skirt is scandalously short, and crisscrossed with a silver chain belt in the shape of a web. Her white hair is cut in razored bob and she is sporting white stockings and some wicked stiletto heels. She is skinny, with a taut slender figure and large violet eyes. She smiles, revealing white white teeth against her ebony skin.
Hmm .. You have a lot of stones asking. I like that. Come into my parlor ...
The yochlol stands and allows the Insect Lord to lead her to the dance floor. A nearby male Drow frowns, flips his red-steaked white hair over one eye and fingers his sword. His companions mutter and rustle in their black leather pants and purple pirate shirts.
Lord of All Insects accepts the Yochlol's hand and escorts her to the dance floor. Soon their rhythms set the tempo and the Lord of All Insects allows the Drow maiden to take the lead. Endurance aside, the Lord of All Insects takes the lead and the Yochlol into the next song.
The two drow frown, then walk back stiffly to their table. A few faint words of Drow can be heard as they leave:
Waele rivvil elg'caress!
Drow translation:
** spoiler omitted **
El-Lina smiles. 'Human' indeed.
The slender yochlol shimmies about, her short white hair surrounding her face in a glittery nimbus. She backs it up to the Insect Lord, grinding against his carapace provocatively. Sweat from the furious pace of dancing soon slickes her dusky skin.
Inticed, he matches her pace with his own.
The drow duo seem to have made a descision. They both amble over towards the new arrival. They are dressed in black leather pants with purple silk shirts. They both carry slender vaguely katana-style swords on wide leather belts embossed with silver spiders. SIlver torcs encircle their thin necks. The torcs' end finials are also silver spiders
The club music transitions into a much faster beat and the crowd on the floor begins to shake like a communal epileptic seizure.
The two drow arrive at El-Lina's table.
Fancy some company? The taller of the two asks in a thick accented Common, flipping his red-streaked white hair.
Sorry fellas. Something else has caught my eye. She turns her gaze to the Dalesman.
He moves rather well don't you think?
The dance floor fills up as Alaina schmoozes and dances with the many visitors. She whirls by the Dalesman and the Insect Lord, giving them both a smile and a wave. She stops briefly at a table of Arcanaloths, chatting briefly with a female who seems to be the leader. The canine-looking daemon is dressed in a haute coture gown and sports a blinding array of jewels.
After a brief conversation, Alaina sashays over to where Acme is attempting to keep up with the thirsty crowd. Rosie is next to her metallic comrade, bringing out platters of food for the Aasimar and Tiefling girls working the bistro seats.
The house stereo switches to a drum-heavy thumping tune as Alaina pitches in at the bar, greeting the patrons waiting on their orders.
Kobold Cleaver looks up from his books.
"This will not end well."
The dance floor fills up as Alaina schmoozes and dances with the many visitors. She whirls by the Dalesman and the Insect Lord, giving them both a smile and a wave. She stops briefly at a table of Arcanaloths, chatting briefly with a female who seems to be the leader. The canine-looking daemon is dressed in a haute coture gown and sports a blinding array of jewels.
After a brief conversation, Alaina sashays over to where Acme is attempting to keep up with the thirsty crowd. Rosie is next to her metallic comrade, bringing out platters of food for the Aasimar and Tiefling girls working the bistro seats.
The house stereo switches to a drum-heavy thumping tune as Alaina pitches in at the bar, greeting the patrons waiting on their orders.
Gives Alaina a quick wave, and an impressed nod to the Insect Lord and his moves. The new drum-heavy score has a bit of a predatory feel to it - the dance alters accordingly, with the two of them bringing that feel to the floor with a passion. The scent of life and excitement and that barest hint of danger is - invigorating.
The Lord of All Insects keeps his pace with the Yochlol, however his companions, Noisy Cricket and Blood Sample are nowhere to be seeen.
...Or are they?
*drawn from his room by the music, Oroth enters the room. Seeing no more yochlol's available, he walks over to Alaina*
"Would you like to dance, oh Lady of the Wasps?"
Busy helping to hand out various drinks at the bar, Alaina looks at Oroth
I can't right now but thanks! She yells over the thumping music
Busy helping to hand out various drinks at the bar, Alaina looks at Oroth
I can't right now but thanks! She yells over the thumping music
"Perhaps we can dance sooner if I help?"
El-Lina decides to dance a bit. She glides to the edge of the dance floor. Her hourglass figure smoothly swaying to the beat of the music. Her emerald blouse shimmers in the lights. Her jewelry seems to catch every flicker of light and return it tenfold. She seems to be in a different place.
After just one song she leaves the Club, waving to the drow males on the way out.
Alaina looks over at the stranger
Hey, I won't turn down an extra pair of hands!
Tosses the stranger a tray
Just grab the beers from Acme and hand them out. All cash goes in the box under the bar. You skim, you are outta here ...
Turns back to the thirsty crowd
"Perhaps we can dance sooner if I help?"Busy helping to hand out various drinks at the bar, Alaina looks at Oroth
I can't right now but thanks! She yells over the thumping music
Suddenly, the lich looks up at the man and frowns. He looks long at Oroth, looking disoriented and confused. Finally, he shrugs nervously and goes back to his book.
Alaina looks over at the stranger
Hey, I won't turn down an extra pair of hands!
Tosses the stranger a tray
Just grab the beers from Acme and hand them out. All cash goes in the box under the bar. You skim, you are outta here ...
Turns back to the thirsty crowd
*Shrugging, he does as told. Anything to get closer to one of the 'heroes'...*
El-Lina decides to dance a bit. She glides to the edge of the dance floor. Her hourglass figure smoothly swaying to the beat of the music. Her emerald blouse shimmers in the lights. Her jewelry seems to catch every flicker of light and return it tenfold. She seems to be in a different place.
After just one song she leaves the Club, waving to the drow males on the way out.
Devlyn catches sight of El-Lina as she moves at the edge of the dance floor, and gets that tingle he felt earlier. As it looks like she is leaving, he shouts out:
"The dance floor would be a much sadder place if you didn't grace it with at least one more dance, m'lady! Surely there is someone here who can grace this lady's hand on the floor. What say you, everybody?"
Devlyn catches sight of El-Lina as she moves at the edge of the dance floor, and gets that tingle he felt earlier. As it looks like she is leaving, he shouts out:"The dance floor would be a much sadder place if you didn't grace it with at least one more dance, m'lady! Surely there is someone here who can grace this lady's hand on the floor. What say you, everybody?"
*A man in red, just entering the club, hears the challenge. He intercepts El-lina before she reaches the door*
"I'd be more than willing to give it a try, if you wish. Don't leave just as I arrive. Just one dance? I wouldn't forgive myself if I'd missed the chance to dance with one of such otherwordly beauty..."
*A man in red, just entering the club, hears the challenge. He intercepts El-lina before she reaches the door*
"I'd be willing to give it a try, if you wish. Don't leave just as I arrive. Just one dance? I wouldn't forgive myself if I'd missed the chance to dance with one of otherwordly beauty..."
"Good Man!!"
"Pay more attention to the your dancing with, and maybe we can show everyone here what it's like to really dance!"
*He extends a hand to El-lina*
"Shall we?"
Devlyn's yochlol partner dances a little closer to him. He can smell the spicy musk of her perfume rising off her sweating slender frame. She places her violet eyes in front of his
No looking at the ground chuck when the filet mignon is right in front of you! She growls throatily
The slender demon runs her long nails down Devlyn's shirt front, dancing lower and lower in front of him
Breathing in her scent as she touches his shirt and starts this new dance, he smiles brilliantly and doesn't take his eyes off of her:
"Glad to oblige."
Figures she's going to surprise him, but tries to anticipate the flow of the dance anyway.
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Angel stands to one side and watches the dancers gyrate on the floor. I wish I could dance, she thinks. Who would have thought that one of the drawbacks of being the living embodiement of conflict would be an inability to dance? Oh well, maybe the Messageboard Monster is still at the Jack clubhouse. It's always fun to take potshots at him.
*As he enters the Club, The Bard's eyes widen as he sees the man-in-red's true form. But he decides to ignore that when he sees Rio looking wistfully at Serafina. After a short conversation, he determines Angel was right, and takes Rio to a more private room to talk.*