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[color=#7d393d][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Belly of the Beast (Main Club Area)
[color=#7d393d][b]Interacting:[/b][/color] Each Other [sub][@lovely complex][/sub], Keats [@Lasrever]
[color=#ff1458][b]Confused → [color=#7d393d](Successful)[/color] → Nervous → [color=#7d393d](Annoyed)[/color] → Friendly → [color=#7d393d](Infuriated)[/color] → Submissive → [color=#7d393d](Sinister)[/color] → Humored[/b][/color]
[color=#b53389][b]Relaxed → Amused → Insistent → Doing a service[/b][/color]
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[indent]“ID. I need your ID.”

[color=#ff1458]“I… D…?”[/color]

The bouncer at the door was getting increasingly frustrated with this Asian woman, but he managed to keep his cool. After all, it wasn’t often that Delirium was visited by foreigners who knew absolutely no English. The Harts had sympathy for these types though, having once been Italian immigrants themselves, and generally welcomed any such as this woman into their establishments, a show of goodwill to the disadvantaged in the States. His beady eyes ran down the strangely blonde woman, noting she was not wearing anything a typical club goer would: a long, black kimono that draped down to her knees with a red, floral hem. If she intended to dance, it was likely her grab was going to be ruined. At the very least, she wasn’t wearing heels. Just from this, the bouncer speculated she was probably a tourist who knew very little about Western culture.

“Go on in.”

The Harts would have his head if he denied the girl. They’d want her to see everything the American Dream could offer. Plus, the way she was dressed and the quality of her clothes told him that she was definitely well off. They’d like to see that cash appropriated into their pockets, no doubt. A resigned sigh escaped his lips and the bald headed bouncer gestured for the lady to go ahead in. In response, an exhilarated string of… some Asian language met him, which he could only guess was a thank you. All in a day’s work, he supposed. Now, he had the rest of these people in line to deal with…

Internally, a raucous symphony of vuvuzelas were championing the disguised Tristram’s successful infiltration of Delirium. The miscreants hadn’t a clue that this lady was actually a man! Foolish mortals, cower in fear, for I am your ruler, land, sea, and air! I am Polaris! Wait, those were Megadeth lyrics… No time for thrash metal. There were more important matters at hand, yes, yes. Well, actually he was lying to himself. Honestly, he was just here to watch the people and see what idiocy went down tonight. Why the elaborate ruse then? He was Tristram Cringe, multibillionaire and owner of the world’s most successful music label for Trap music (Hint: the last statement is a lie). Someone like him didn’t need go through hours of makeup and dress searching to get into a damn club! Oh ho ho ho, but therein lay faulty logic. Yes, he could just waltz into the club and get the highest privileges possible on namesake alone, yet there was no fun in that. If anything, it would attract unneeded attention. Plus, he felt very pretty in his lustrous kimono, especially with all these men staring at him. Wasn’t that so typical though?! The innocent looking Asian girl was [i]always[/i] fetishized. Ugh. [b][i]Men[/i][/b]

Tonight, the master actor would be known as [i]Lyla[/i], a Korean woman who only knew three English words: “Hello”, “No”, and “Coke”. As far as anyone else knew, she was here to check out what Western culture was like, and by the look on her face, she was devastatingly confused. Her shaking legs moved over to the bar, not daring to move onto the dancefloor... One of these Americans might try to abduct her and sell into a prostitution ring! Mother had warned her about coming to America, the land where everybody was addicted to sex, crack, and hot dogs. Nervously, the attractive Asian sat down at the bar next a burly, tanned security guard who’s badge read “Max”. Sporting a bristling dark moustache, dark eyes, big ears, there wasn’t anything atypical about the middle aged man. The bartender, an attractive man with obvious Italian descent, quickly came to service Lyla and kindly asked what she was having. 

[color=#ff1458]“Eh… Coke?”[/color] The woman’s sweet yet accent inflected voice resonated outward, clearly unsure of what she was saying. Gio didn’t catch the memo though and actually fetched her a soda instead of a [i]real[/i] drink, muttering something about how the girl reminded him of somebody named Virgil. Spinning around in her stool and taking a sip of her pop, the out-of-place girl seemed content with watching the crowd dance. Oddly, her dark orbs noticed droplets of blood that led from the dancefloor to where she had entered in from. Strange. However, this showcased a significant problem: Delirium’s janitorial service was [i]g a r b a g e[/i]. Seriously, [i]that’s[/i] how people got Hepatitis. The next notable revelation nearly made her fall out of her chair: Eliana was here! What?! And she was dancing! With a man! 

[i]Oh, Will Blake, you foolish little man.[/i]

A lesser being would have been swallowed by the rage that enveloped Tristram, but Lyla seemed completely relaxed, even as she lingered on the excruciating scene. A pox upon that cretin and his foul intentions. One day, Eliana would be under his wing and together, they would mock those that dared challenge their infinite love. It was just a matter of time… 

“[color=#b53389]Jameson on the rocks, Gio-love.[/color]” Gianna leaned on the bar, right next to the strangely-clad Asian woman. The bartender, and her roommate when she’s not on campus, gave her a genuine smile. A smile that only a brother would give. There was great respect between these two villains. Both having close ties with the Harts. Unfortunately, he couldn’t strike up a conversation because business was rolling and he needed to do his job. Glancing over at the ‘foreign’ girl, the Delphina Sovereign spinned her barstool to face the stranger. Crossing her long, smooth legs, Gianna brown orbs quietly scanned what the other woman was wearing and then gave a shrug, “[color=#b53389]A bit overdressed, don’t you think?[/color]”

A thousand curses were interrupted as the Upstart Goblin known as Gianna Daniels decided to chime in on Lyla’s apparel. Startled, the woman turned to face her, lips twitching slightly. [color=#ff1458]“Hello…?”[/color] was the only thing Lyla could think to say. The foreigner had no idea what this brazen goddess was talking about, though the man playing the part was more than a little peeved about her comment. How dare she comment on his silken kimono! It was an authentic piece, imported straight from the finest clothiers in South Korea, and this harlot thought she could have an opinion on what dress was appropriate?! She [i]clearly[/i] knew nothing about high fashion.

The villainess was handed a drink without a straw, because straws were for ladies that cared, and her melting brown orbs never looked away from the strange oddity. After taking a sip of her drink and then placing it down [b]*clank*[/b], her brown painted lips rose into a smirk,  “[color=#b53389]Enough with the act. Admirable, really. You’re using the foreign card, but I think you went a little over the top, sweetheart.[/color]”

Lyla blinked exactly thrice as if she didn’t comprehend anything that her new acquaintance had said. Seeing the other girl smile, her own lips curled upwards and she began nodding her head in agreement, though none of these words made any sense. To the foreigner, this was simply someone who wished to be her friend, but the language barrier was, unfortunately, exacting its toll. [color=#ff1458]“Coke?”[/color] Though Gianna already had a drink, the Asian woman offered her own soda as a sign of camaraderie. 

Tilting her head at the strange woman that sat next to her, Gianna sighed, coming to terms with her mistake. The stranger was either a good actress or she truly was not from these parts. Knowing she was wrong, she decided to treat the Asian woman a better drink, “[color=#b53389]Here. You can’t possibly drink [i]coke[/i] here. I’ll give you our special. Made by… a Hart.[/color]” Bringing her attention to the bartender, Gianna gestured for him to stay where he was and simply twirled her pointer finger, which symbolized the ‘special’. Grinning at the foreigner, Cupid’s Psyche decided to introduce herself, “[color=#b53389]Call me Gia.[/color]” She even pointed to herself, trying to make the language barrier… not as bad as it most likely already was. 

Mimicking Gianna’s movements, the blonde Asian gestured to herself. [color=#ff1458]“Lyla.”[/color] her voice seemed to be full of more energy, excited to have met a friend in this unique country. Anything else the other girl said didn’t seem to resonate with the Korean, though before long, a small cauldron was brought to her by the bartender. A green concoction boiled and emitted a wafting aroma that was reminiscent of sour Granny Smith Apples. Tris was reluctant to drink… whatever this was, but the show had to go on. After all, his keen eyes had spotted a curiosity that piqued his interest when the cauldron was brought to him: a platinum card that Gianna swiped to pay for the drink. A thin smirk fulminated in his head, knowing [i]exactly[/i] what that was. It was something greater than one of those golden MVP cards; it was a Alpha Loyalties Platinum membership, something that granted access to nigh anywhere in the building as well as various discounts. One could even put currency on it and use it at other Hart owned clubs. Oh, the poor girl… She was about to lose any money she had on that card. 

Leaning over, Lyla drank the green substance, but the look on her face spoke a thousand metaphors of death. She [i]loathed[/i] whatever this way and quickly pushed it away, shaking her head as if to say no more. [color=#ff1458]“Coke…”[/color] she muttered and went back to her soda, hoping her companion wouldn’t throw more drinks like this at her.

“[color=#b53389]You can’t possibly decline the Witches’ Brew, Bianca would be so heartbroken. It’s her newest recipe… though, you are new. You don’t know how wrathful a Hart can be.[/color]” Pushing the drink back in front of the named Lyla, Gianna demandingly insisted, “[color=#b53389]Please, finish. It’s rude not to in [i]our[/i] country.[/color]”

So the Ewe demanded tribute. How ironic. Gianna had no idea, but she was playing a dangerous game with a dangerous man, one that she assuredly couldn’t win. It was almost laughable how high and mighty she thought she was. Oh, this one… [i]this one[/i] would not last long in her glass citadel. From the pinnacle to the pit, Psyche would be cast and that which she sought to control would rip her apart. It was then that Tristram and Gianna’s fates crossed, a wicked fable waiting to be made. With such carelessness, the die was cast.

Were he a less intelligent man, he might have tossed the drink all over his assailant and beaten her to death with the cauldron, but Tristram was a crafty one, full of deviousness and treachery. Just this once, he would indulge her. Like a frightened doe, Lyla did as she was told, or at least what she presumed Gianna wanted. Something about this liquor wasn’t quite right, not to Tris’ refined palate. There was no alcohol he had not tried, and whatever this substance was matched with none of them. In fact, it was safe to say that the Witches’ Brew was 0% alcohol and 100%... something else. Ah… So this was the kind of woman Gianna was: the type to drug those didn’t conform to her ‘standards’. Typical tyranny at the works. As far as he was concerned, she already had a knife in her back.  

“[color=#b53389]That’s a girl. You’ll be feeling… just right, for the rest of the night.[/color]” Gianna scanned the dance floor and found a lonely soul: Keats. With a devious grin, Gia stood up and grabbed her ‘new friend’. “[color=#b53389]Let’s get you to have fun! Delirium is where you lose yourself and I know who would [i]love[/i] to dance with you.[/color]” Not giving her time to respond, the villainess pulled on the girl’s arm and brought her to her puppy’s friend, “[color=#b53389]Hey Keats! Show this girl a good time. She’s [i]foreign[/i][/color]” Once again, Gianna didn’t give anyone much time to respond before she was already gone from sight. 

Not only was Gianna the type to drug the innocent, but, apparently, also an advocate of date rape. Even Tris had to have [i]some[/i] semblance of moral code, and one thing he would [i]not[/i] do is drag a drugged woman over to his friend. Actually, on second thought, he had done that already, years ago. Nonetheless! Gianna hadn’t noticed, but he had managed to swipe her fancy platinum card and stow it in the bra he wore. She never even checked to see if she still had it on as sauntered away, arrogance bleeding from her with every step. Almost immediately as she was out of earshot, the Korean woman began cackling wildly, as if the greatest joke known to man had been told to her. 

[color=#ff1458]“Holy shit, that girl is the fucking stupidest person I have ever met. [i]She really thought I was foreign.[/i] And she bought me a drink. You’re not actually friends with her, are you?”[/color] the sweet-seeming girl asked the blonde boy in perfect English. The charade was up, and Lyla’s true colors were revealed. The woman beneath that shy, introverted guise was a more malicious person who used her false appearances to get what she wanted. Now was the time to get down to business, to begin the chaos! [/indent]