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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Siobhan

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Location: City Hall; Sunday

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Interaction: Ivan, Romus Sisters (@PrinceAlexus) & Joel (@Pilatus)

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Mentions: Ren (@Furiosa) & Paige (Pilatus)

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7:30ish

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Siobhan was handed one of the Irish Car Bombs and Joel the other. He drank his and she downed hers. Interesting. And here I thought Marlin was into Ren. So who is she into really? This guy or Ren? Ugh I hate it when I get all Nancy Drew. If she likes Ren why is she here, but if she likes Mario Andretti then why was she with Ren? Does she move that fast? Jesus Christ!!

Siobhan then turned her attention back to the rest of the group and leaning back she indicated the two men. “I haven’t seen either one of you two gentlemen around or I wasn’t paying enough attention. Distractions and all that jazz. My name is Siobhan Murphy. Daughter of Supreme Court Judge Killian Murphy and Catherine Murphy MD Lead Physiatrist in this District, so far. Mummy dearest has plans to stretch her influence to statewide like in California, Me? I’m just the artist of the family.”

“So Victoria knows me, a bit, and I’ve briefly met Marilania and Ren, whom I don’t see here, at the Winter Ball. By the way I was wondering Marilania since you and Ren seemed just as cozy as Mr. Nicolosi and you are at the moment; if you could let him know that I’d like his opinion on some of the work I’m going for one of the Professor’s Books.” Siobhan looks around the group smiling. “Hummm I’m getting the look of the fact that everyone else is not keeping up. Let me explain...not there is too much let me sum up...Ren is working on becoming a Doctor at least that’s what I got after a little bit of talking to him; also something about a kiss.” She looks pointedly at Marilania. “But I digress since he’s in PreMed and the book is for a Med Professor. And since I’m positive Marilania would run across him sooner than I will if you could give him this.” She looks down and takes out a small piece of paper and a pen from her clutch. She writes her email on it and passed it over to Marilania. “I didn’t want to stalk him all over campus and since you’re closer to him than a Professor. Quite close in fact, I’d really owe you one. Just have him contact me here at this email, figure its more polite to give him my email than my number just in case you were interested in him.”

I wonder if that’s too much info. I’m tired of people getting the wrong impression. And I’m hurt on Ren’s behalf since Marlin seems to be skipping from man to man so quickly. That should let Victoria know I’m not a Marshal like Paige and give the gentlemen something to think about. Doubtful that they even know who I am but they probably know my parents. I just can’t get over the whole Ren thing.

While putting the pen back in her clutch Siobhan managed to hit the call button and ring none other than Paige. Leaving her clutch on her lap and not shut she hoped Paige picked up. She maybe a little more aggressive and getting the point across to Marilania that she didn’t approve of her bouncing between men than if she hadn’t had been drinking at all. Siobhan was well aware of the fact that she was planning on cutting herself off for about two hours or so. But it would be nice to have a friend to talk to since Milo’s Ice Queen was as frosty as Spring in the Arctic. And she happened to be pissed at how Marlin was treating someone that she looked at as a friend. Poor Ren. Poor Joel. Poor Marlin...she must be as insecure as her sister if she was throwing herself from man to man. Marlin needed another drink. She signaled the waiter for another round. One more vodka couldn’t hurt she wasn’t even buzzing yet she’d had a glass of champagne, a shot of vodka, and an Irish Car Bomb. Still slowing down was a good idea. “So the decorations for City Hall look great! Who gets to take the credit for this?” Siobhan stated this so that hopefully in the about fifteen seconds she waited that Paige would be able to pick up and clue in to where she was.

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Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Siobhan

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Location: City Hall; Sunday

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Interaction: Ivan, Romus Sisters (@PrinceAlexus) & Joel (@Pilatus)

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7:30ish

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Siobhan smiled brighter and joined the group at Ivan and Victoria's invitation.
“Спасибо.”
(Thank you.)
She was no slouch. She had picked up Russian while in Europe. Boarding school taught its students at least two different languages and Siobhan was odd enough to seek out the most complex of languages. Russian and Mandarin. She just didn’t realize that she’d be using it in the states. Things made sense now. Victoria would be Russian or at least part Russian. And Victoria mentioned the night with Paige and Milo. Siobhan felt like Victoria thought she and Paige did the same thing for a living. Problem was how to clear that up. Victoria was going to hate her, not to mention it would get Milo in trouble. Pushing the thought away for later she sat down between Ivan and Joel. She extended her hand out to Ivan to shake taking the drink with the other hand. Turning her back to Joel to address Ivan first, thus giving Joel and Marinalia a fantastic view of the back of the dress.
”К вашему здоровью.”
(To your health.)
Siobhan downed the shot and looked at the waiter and smiled her killer smile. “Two Irish Car Bombs. One for me, one for the winner.” She turned and grinned winking at Joel giving her back to Ivan and Victoria. “I won’t bore you with the typical questions about how did it feel to win blah blah blah. My question is how was the status of the car after the race? Engine still run smooth? Any alignment problems?”

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Siobhan

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Location: City Hall; Sunday

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Interaction: Joel (@Pilatus) & Romus Sisters (@PrinceAlexus)

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6 PM

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The strappy lace up backless sapphire blue mini dress was a pain to get on but looked amazing against her smooth soft pale skin. Siobhan braided her hair in a fishtail braid over her right shoulder so that the back of the dress was on display. The front in comparison was very demure the top of her dress rested on her clavicle but the back was why she bought the dress. The straps crossed back and forth all the way to the base of her spine. It was almost as tantalizing as Hillary Swank’s navy blue red carpet dress. Siobhan paired it with gold heels and a gold clutch.

Siobhan sashayed into City Hall knowing that her parents could be proud to have pulled this together with her help. The place looked awesome and people were starting to arrive.

She was hoping to see Paige and Ashton but wasn't sure if this was their thing. Smiling she played elites single daughter since she fit the bill and grew bored quickly. Seeing the winner of the race arrive after some mingling she was intrigued. She hadn't taken him for a looker. Honestly most of the racers she'd seen weren't, but her limited exposure should not be taken as if you've seen one you've seen them all. She decided to go over and congratulate him or make the attempt to.

"Hello I believe congratulations are in order for you and your team. If you don't have an objection I'd like to buy all of you a round of drinks." Siobhan smiled and made eye contact with everyone as she stated this looking to everyone for a yes or no, excluding no one.

Dress

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

What she's wearing at the party.

Dress

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Karen Gillan would be Siobhan

Mythological Guardians

Club Nyte Main Room

Noir VIP Room

Adam; Oliver; Jamison & Bastion

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Locations: Apartment; Club Nyte Main Room; Noir Room

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Interaction: Remi Alpha (@Elzcea); Elliot (@Trowa); Amy Whitley (@Elzcea); Ashly Morris (@Elzcea); Valarie Bowen (@Elzcea) & Becky Harrison (@Trowa)

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Mentions: Ophelia James & Beatrix Kennison

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Adam smiled at Elliot “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.” Adam will lead the way through the crowd to the Noir Room and motion Elliot into the bar. “Excuse me I have one more thing to attend to.” Adam excused himself and went out to meet this new waitress. On the way he met Fia. “What do you think of her?”

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

“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.” Adam motioned to Becky and lead her to his office. “So Miss Harrison why Club Nyte?” Adam watched her respond.

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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. Gotta love a sexy pair of heels. Oliver strolled over to the lady in question and leaned against the bar catching the bartender’s eye. “Scotch, neat.” He got his drink and turned to her and smiled. “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.” Oliver smiled harmlessly, or as harmlessly as he could, he was after all a dragon.

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Jamison pushed the curls out of his eyes and sighed as he got up to the entrance to Club Nyte. “Jamison O’Neal.”

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

“Thanks mate.” 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… “Lass you’ve beautiful eyes. The color of the waves off the Isle of Man in bright sunshine.” 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. “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.”

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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. “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.” He flashed a lady killer grin at her.

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Mythological Guardians

Club Nyte Main Room

Noir VIP Room

Ophelia James; Beatrix Kennison & Adam Nyte

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Locations: Apartment; Club Nyte Main Room; Noir Room

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Interaction: Each Other

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Mentions: Eric Weston (@Trowa); Brandon Weston (@Trowa); Amy Whitley(@Elzcea); Remi Alpha (@Elzcea); Elliot (@Trowa) & Bastion Kennison

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Ophelia’s alarm clock went off and it opened her playlist to Spice Girls “Say You’ll Be There”. Rolling over she sighed and thought it was apropo since she she had just broken it off with Darren since he wasn’t getting it. Why can’t I just find someone that gets the fact that I am looking for a stable serious relationship? Ugh enough moping. Today will be different. I can feel it. She popped out of bed and got clothes together and turned it up as “What a Feeling” came on. Opening her door she yelled at Bea. “Let’s go woman!!! You make us late again and Nyte will fire us!!! I need this job!!!”

Ophelia heard the resounding thunk of a shoe hitting the wall and left her door open as she ducked into the bathroom and showered.

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Beatrix heard the strains of Journey as she pushed up from a nice fine dream. Matthew McConaughey and his shirt off...well any way she wanted it was pretty much...yeah. Late? Did Lia just yell about late. Shit!! Not again!!! “I’m up you slave driver!!! Thank goddess that we have seperate bathrooms or I’d be screwed!!” Beatrix bellowed back. Grabbing her work uniform of a white button up tux shirt and black slacks she headed for her bathroom to the strains of the Doors “Hello I Love You”. Thank Goddess that I don’t have to wear that get up that Lia has to wear!! Its bad enough that Lia is stacked enough that she looks like an hourglass but hell she has the body for it. She plays it up well with the glasses she looks like a good girl playing a bad girl.

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...30 minutes later…

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Ophelia was just putting her black stiletto heels in her bag as Bea was tapping her oxford wingtips. She had on the red suspenders looking sharp and Ophelia grinned. “You know that is just pushing the dress code.”

Beatrix smirked. “Matches my lipstick. Besides it looks fab on me and I give it a little personal touch. Gotta make sure they don’t confuse me with any of the other bartenders.”

Ophelia raised an eyebrow moving out the door grinning and chuckling. She caught sight of some guys across the way moving in. Twins. Not bad either. “Come on let’s get to work. You sass machine.”

Beatrix locked the door and did a quick glance at the guys Lia was looking at. “Humm two-fer rebound?” She wiggled her eyebrows and motioned to the twins as she walked to the car.

Ophelia blushed and hurried after Bea so as not to get caught staring. “You have the mind of a loose woman Bea.”

“And the face of a saint. Confuses the boys. Besides Lia you have the ‘Sexy Librarian’ thing going on. Plus it doesn’t hurt that we both took dance together. If Nyte found that out we might be working the floor like Fia and Milo.”

They pull up to employee parking lot and get out. They swipe in and rush over to an open computer and find that their stations have been changed. They looked at each other in surprise and shrugged. “The Noir Room? Have you ever been stationed anywhere but the Main Room?” Ophelia looked at Bea.

Bea shrugged and tapped Fia who was a little asian female with green eyes. “Fia hey girl. Question are we dressed decently for the Noir Room?”

Fia looked at them both and shook her head at Ophelia. “You’re fine Bea just need a hat...think Marlene Dietrich. Ophelia needs to grab the Monroe and the opera gloves from the closet. No one is in there yet so you have some time. Nyte got everyone an outfit for each room you guys have just never worked that room. Good luck ladies.” She winked and walked off.

The girls ran for the closet and found a cute top hat and braided Bea’s hair out of the way. Ophelia stared at the famous white dress and heels. She pulled her hair out of the braid that she normally kept it in and swept it back from her face and put it up in a chignon and leaving pieces out curled them in loose spirals that hung in random places. Brushing her back which was now bare. Well there goes my bra. At least the dress has one built in. But I feel like Hilary Swank in that backless dress since that’s where this dress starts. Plus its a halter...great.

The girls walked out of the bathroom and practically walked over Adam.

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Wow. Glad that Oliver told me to switch them over this will convince even the staunchest opposition...well if they like females. “Ladies you look lovely. I hope I’m not over assuming your abilities of dealing with about 15 to 20 guests in the Noir Room.”

Beatrix smirked and shook her head as Ophelia replied, “No sir. We can handle anything.”

Adam nodded and smiled. “Good. This way please.” He lead them to the Noir Room and got them set up behind the bar. He backed off to observe the girls and nodded looking around for Oliver and/or others.

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Ophelia adjusted her neckline for the third time in a ten minute timeframe. “Stop it. You look great and you won’t pull this off if you don’t quit fussing. Reach in there and find that Marilyn that is in there and let her out for tonight.”

Ophelia stuck her tongue out knowing that Bea was right. Sighing she looked over as Milo came in with more liquor. Remi and Bastion were playing and you could hear the band as the door opened. They seemed like they were having a great time. She hoped that Amy who they had pressured to come out tonight was alright. She made a worried face at the door and Bea caught her.

Beatrix sighed and looked at the door. “Amy has to learn sometime how to be independent at some point Mother Lia. Quit henning her and she’d be fine.” Lia shot her a dirty look and she laughed softly holding her hands up like Lia had a gun and said ‘Freeze!!’. “Okay quit henning her so much and she’ll be fine. She might just make a new friend or heaven forbid get a boyfriend.”

Suddenly the door swung in and there was Remi was stalking gracefully to the bar grinning. Beatrix and Ophelia both grinned and waited for Remi to come over to them.

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Adam checked his watch and went to the back of the Main Room trying to blend in and not succeeding but ignoring those around him. He didn’t acknowledge the offers from women and men that he was passing on. None stirred his interest. He waited for Elliot leaning in the center of the wall directly in the back of the Main Room. As he noticed Elliot he pushed off from the wall and met the Warlock with two fingers of a 50 year single malt scotch in a tumbler and a glass of ‘red wine’. He handed over the scotch saying “Hello Elliot. Good of you to come. Scotch? Glenlivet? Fifty year. single malt.”

Mythological Guardians

Club Nyte

Adam’s Office

Noir VIP Room

Oliver Tarion & Adam Nyte

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Location: Club Nyte; Adam’s Office

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Interaction: Adam Nyte

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Oliver walked into the office barely able to hear the pounding base of the nightclub. “Impressive Adam.” He scanned the surroundings and noted Adam’s taste ran to the old fashioned. He approved. Then again he and Adam had been friends for at least a millenia. The man had to have good taste. Oliver smoothly walked around the desk and sat down in the quasi-Victorian chair behind it facing Adam who had walked in and hovered at the doorway. Oliver propped his elbows on the top of the desk and laced his long thin fingers together. Resting his head on his chin he tilted his head bird like, in a predatory way, and smiled at Adam. “Did you contact the Warlock? You know we’ll need a bigger place than this to set the meeting at. I’ve invited all the Mythos that are currently leading their species or the last thereof.”

Adam raised an eyebrow and smirked at Oliver hiding his irritation that Oliver had taken over his space. But that was Oliver was one of the few remaining dragons and one did not let a dragon know something they did bothered you. They might eat you, burn you to a crisp or just do it every chance they got just to get a rise out of you. The old adage of ‘Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and good with ketchup.’ was mostly true. The other ‘Where does a real live dragon sit? Anywhere he freaking wants to.’ was very apropo in this case especially. “Of course I contacted the Warlock. It took some string pulling but it was achieved. And I agree this office is far too small for the plethora of Mythos that will be attending. I have requested that he make an adjunct to the Noir VIP Room that will only be detectable by Mythos or via magic. And before you say anything yes a Fated One will be able to see it as well. We’ll be having the first meeting in the Noir Room and after that in the adjunct.” Adam looked at his watch. “He’s due to arrive at 11:45pm, which is in a few hours. I’ve had the room closed off and on ‘Reserved’ status so that we can meet and he can do his casting. I have the Mythos on staff covering the room.”

Oliver thought for a moment. “Don’t you have some humans on staff? Pretty ones? The blonde and redhead?”

Adam nodded. “Yes. Beatrix and Ophelia, respectively. Beatrix is a bartender and Ophelia is a waitress. I employed them because they could have been models but had more sense than that and because...well sex sells...or the appearance of it does. As far as I can tell they both have a very high standard and I’ve never seen them with men. I believe they are finishing college soon and may just move on to better things. Trust me if I could keep them on I would. My business has quadrupled since they arrived.”

Oliver grinned. “You forgot to mention that they smell divine.”

Adam cleared his throat. “Yes well that is neither here nor there.”

Oliver pinned Adam with a very serious look. “Have them work the room. I like them, old fashioned names and all. Besides,” Oliver stood and came around the desk to sit on it stretching his long legs out and smiled wickedly. “You said it yourself. Sex sells.”

Adam groaned inwardly and closed his eyes and tilted his head back and sighed. I am so not insured for this kind of damage… Looking back at Oliver he nodded and threw over his shoulder. “Follow me to the Noir Room and I’ll inform the staff.”

Oliver stood up and crossed to the threshold and his six foot seven inch frame practically dwarfed Adam’s six foot even height. “I know the way. Nice thing about being silent partner, you know where things are.”

Adam glared at Oliver as he stepped out into the hallway that lead to the club’s main room. “Don’t make me regret it, Ollie.” Adam stalked off and heard a chuckle and something about being riled enough for pet names. Adam stopped by a station computer and plugged in the room swap for Beatrix and Ophelia, then went to inform the staff on site. When the girls clocked in for their shift they’d be informed as to where they were working tonight.