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[center][b][h1][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4611448]Adam[/url]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4607551]Oliver[/url]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4609163]Jamison[/url] & [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4612175]Bastion[/url][/h1][/b][/center]
[hr][h2][center]Locations: Apartment; Club Nyte Main Room; Noir Room[/center][/h2][hr][center][h3] Interaction: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4612773]Remi Alpha ([@Elzcea])[/url]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4612041]Elliot ([@Trowa])[/url]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4612777]Amy Whitley ([@Elzcea])[/url]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4612786]Ashly Morris ([@Elzcea])[/url]; [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4612758]Valarie Bowen ([@Elzcea])[/url] & [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4617146]Becky Harrison ([@Trowa])[/url][hr]Mentions: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4609127]Ophelia James[/url] & [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4611370]Beatrix Kennison[/url][/h3][/center][hr][hr]Adam smiled at Elliot [color=gray]“You are correct. I do not just want a drink with a long time friend. I find myself in need of your talents. Please if you would follow me to the Noir Room.” [/color]Adam will lead the way through the crowd to the Noir Room and motion Elliot into the bar. [color=gray]“Excuse me I have one more thing to attend to.” [/color]Adam excused himself and went out to meet this new waitress. On the way he met Fia. [color=gray]“What do you think of her?” [/color]

“She’ll fit in.” Fia seamlessly mixed drinks and poured wine almost seeming to have eight arms.

[color=gray]“Alright then if she passes the interview she gets a crash course in the Noir Room. Tonight. Ophelia and Beatrix need some help. There are more than I planned on showing up.” [/color]Adam motioned to Becky and lead her to his office. [color=gray]“So Miss Harrison why Club Nyte?”[/color] Adam watched her respond.[hr]Oliver wandered around the Main Room looking for a quick witted companion to spend some of his hoard on and get a refreshing look at existence. More often than not he did not get the conversation he longed for. Looking over he saw a pleasing form in what one would label “business casual”. The pencil skirt clung in all the right places and her black hair was stark against her white neat button down. Oliver’s eyes zeroed in on the 5 inch heels that she was sporting and grinned. [i][color=fff79a]Gotta love a sexy pair of heels.[/color][/i] Oliver strolled over to the lady in question and leaned against the bar catching the bartender’s eye. [color=fff79a] “Scotch, neat.” [/color] He got his drink and turned to her and smiled.[color=fff79a] “Remi plays a mean base. Her solos are the stuff of legends. If you’d like to meet her and the band then you’re in luck they are relaxing in the Noir Room with some hot shot VIPs. Not that they matter, but I’d be happy to slip you in. She’s pretty amazing and meeting her could be the highlight of your evening. Plus I need some good conversation and you look like you’re up to conversing on a level that I’d appreciate. What do you say? You meet Remi. We talk. I cover your tab and you go home safe...and if you want alone.” [/color] Oliver smiled harmlessly, or as harmlessly as he could, he was after all a dragon.[hr]Jamison pushed the curls out of his eyes and sighed as he got up to the entrance to Club Nyte. [color=brown]“Jamison O’Neal.” [/color]

The bouncer scanned over his list and highlighted the paper. Supposedly Jamison’s name. “Thank you Mr. O’Neal enjoy your evening.” 

[color=brown]“Thanks mate.”[/color] Jamison nodded and went inside. He soon saw Oliver chatting up a woman with dark hair and sitting next to her was an adorable little redhead with NERVOUS written all over her. Her hands slightly shaking from all the people around her. His heart melted a little in sympathy he wasn’t big on crowds either. He much prefered the solitude that the ocean provided. He decided to do the little skittish filly a favor. Boost her confidence a little if she took it the right way. Jamison walked over to the petite redhead and tapped her on the shoulder so that she’d look at him. As she looked up into his eye his breath caught and he saw her eyes were the color of the ocean. He was stupefied for a moment and tried to recover his wits and all he could come up with was…[color=brown] “Lass you’ve beautiful eyes. The color of the waves off the Isle of Man in bright sunshine.” [/color]His accent thick and seemingly a blend of Irish, English and Scottish accents all in one. His voice was like water over rocks in a steam and the comment was so low that only she could hear it. He smiled genuinely and pointed to her drink.[color=brown] “You set me on fire lass I might need to put myself out. Ya see a sunbeam put the torch to me. A Sunbeam disguised as a fairy queen. But ya canna fool me I know a sunbeam when I see one.”[/color][hr]Bastion blew his hair out of his face and glanced over at the blonde groupie that he caught the name of earlier. Valarie. She was pretty hot and she looked like she needed a drink to cool her down. He grinned at her and strutted over. [color=yellow]“Hey Val want a drink? I know a kick ass bartender in a room that isn’t so crowded and loud. Wanna come? I’m buying.”[/color] He flashed a lady killer grin at her.