Isis now writhes too Souixsie Souix singing "Just One Kiss". It slowly fades into some more Das Ich... Ackermann's gravely voice sings about "Kain und Abel". Isis giggles to herself at the irony of the song.
She sings along, "Die Tot gemeinte wissen dich, die Tot gemeinte wissen dich. nimm dein schmerz, nimm dein schmerz. Tanzer, Tanzer, Tanzer, Tanzer Tanzer tanz zum tot." She walks back over to the bar. As she nears the bar she sees Echoe sitting at a table in a dark corner. She smiles at him and goes behind the bar to produce a cup of tea. She walks back over to him and hands hime the cup of tea.
"Here, enjoy.", she says with a smile and she walks back to the bar.
She notices the gas station attendant standing at the bar. An evil smile crosses her lips.
"Well, hello there.", she says to him.
"Oh... uh, hi.", he says looking a bit embarrassed, "I didn't know that you worked here."
"Actually the club is mine. Here, let me get you a drink.", she says as she reaches for the peppermint schnapps, triple sec, lemon juice and grenadine. she turns her back to him and mixes the drink. She cuts her wrist and pours some of her vitae into the drink. She turns around and hands him the drink.
"Here you go. It's the house specialty.", she says smiling at him.
He knocks it back.
"Thank you. That's not too bad... I'll have to remember to order it again.", he said.
"Yes, you must. Now i have other business to attend to. I'll see you around here later.", she says with an evil smile across her face.
Just then she notices a big ruckus over by the Ladies room. She walks over to that area. Gabe is there with his entourage. She looks Gabe up and down noticing what he's wearing.
"Now, Gabey... I know you know how to dress for this type of club.", she says as she tsks, "You look so out of place here. But i guess that's because you're... well... a business man.", she said mockingly.
She smiles at him.
Gabe gives her a dirty look and answers, "I happen to think this looks fine."
Isis laughs, "Loosen up Gabe. It's a joke. But please... both of you, don't cause a scene. I don't need the cops showing up here. And I'm sure you don't want to have to deal with them."
"Gabe, I know you don't like me, but, please... I'm asking for sake of the masquerade...", she whispers in Gabe's ear.
She smiles and looks at Kathy.
"I know I haven't met you yet. I presume your a friend of Gabe. I'm Isis du Mare, and this is my club. Welcome, both of you. Now, to quote Shakespeare, 'Eat, drink and be merry...", she says as she takes off back towards the dancefloor.
She goes back to dancing a long to "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegroove" by Dead Can Dance. Black masses spin like a whirling dervish and Isis dances very lithely, undulating like the serpent she truly is.

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[ This Message was edited by: Isis du Mare on 2001-12-19 01:26 ]

"Really Gabriel," Kathy said in a fairly stern tone, "you shouldn't be so rude to Ms. du Mare. She's obviously..."
"She's a Setite. I'll admit she appears nice enough, but her purpose is the same as all others of her kind." Gabriel said, effectively cutting Kathy off. Kathy shrugged, knowing she would not win this one.
Gabriel chuckled slightly, grabbing her by the hands and pulling her towards the dance floor. "Are we dancing or aren't we?" he said with a broad smile.
The two Kindred entered the swarm of writhing socialites. Their bodies became intermingled in the trance beat of the music. Every muscle of their taught age old bodies moved in a rhythmic almost fluid motion. Gabriel's light blue eyes staring at Kathy's the entire time.
The song ended and the two made their way to the bar, Gabriel dismissing his bodyguards for the time being. Gabriel spotted the Malkavian Echoe near the end of the bar.
"Come on Kathy, I see someone we know." he said with a smile. The two approached the thin Kindred, who sat quietly observing the dancing crowd.
"Evening Echoe." Kathy said cheerfully, "How are you this evening?"

((go for it Echoe man :P

((OMG! someone took the redwood from up gabe's ass... j/k man.

Isis dances her way to the bar as "Death Time" by Converter blasts away. Bodies jerking in time to the noise. SHe steps back behind the bar and takes helm as a bartender. She notices a young lady standing at the bar. She's dressed in all vinyl and buckles. Isis smiles at her.
"What can I get you honey?", Isis asks.
"Huh? Oh, how about a Long Island?", she asks her.
Isis smiles warmly to the mortal. SHe mixes her drink adding a bit of her own vitae to the mix.
"Here you go, on the house, as long as you promise to come back.", she says smiling.
The girl looks at her strangely as she drinks her drink. The girl notices that she feels more inclined towards the woman behind the bar.
"Of course.", she answers and she disappears back into the crowd.
Isis looks over at Echoe and walks to sit down by him. She takes a seat at his table.
"How are you this evening?", she asks him.

(very nice work... :smile:

Hating to arrive early for anything, Marcus pulls up in a silver-blue Mustang. He could hear the music from the parking lot as he took the keys from the ignition and hopped out of the car. There was a small crowd outside the door, but it parted slightly to form a small path as Marcus walked towards the door. The bouncer looked at him, nodded and Marcus walked in. There was a large coatroom, and Marcus took off his black trenchcoat and tossed it to the attendant. He walked down the hallway, approaching 2 large doors. 2 women dressed in Egyptian clothing opened both doors simultaniously and Marcus walked in slowly. The music was very loud and the lights were insanely bright. Marcus immediatley made his way to the bar. He sat down on one of the stools, the bartander approached him, "What'll it be sir?"

Marcus pondered for a moment, "Rye&Coke?" he asked.

The bartender nodded, then turned around and started to mix the drink. Upon completion he turned around and set it in front of Marcus, "One Rye&Coke."

Marcus nodded, "Thanks." He then looked at the man sitting a few stools away from him drinking a Redeye, "Interesting club eh?"

As soon as he crossed the entrance Thorp grimaced and covered his ears. God was the music loud! And the mix of the scents of sweat, alcohol, perfume and even semen and cocaine weren't his favorite. He tried to blur the excruciatingly loud music out and walked to the bar, a cold beer, of course, would make up for everything.
He ordered his drink, careful to conceal his noticeable Gangrel fangs and clawed fingernails, his gleaming yellow eyes covered by his usual sunglasses.
"Oh, and make the bastard cheap." He commented to the bartender.
"What was that?"
"I said that you better gimme the cheapiest ale ya got in this joint, fucker."
The bartender narrowed his eyes, probably considered to reply something and then turned his back.
Still trying to tune out the music from his sensitive ears, the Proctor turned in his bar stool and gave the bar a look. He recognized a few faces, even Gabe's, but he was with the Toreador chick he was probably fucking, so he decided to just drink his beer and get out. He heard the slam of the beer bottle in front of him and turned. It was a Budweiser. Thorp threw the tender a look "Cheapest in the house.." the bartender commented and turned away.
Thorp grabbed the bottle and sniffed it. Rage grew within him, someone, the bartender obviously, had spit in his drink. He tried hard to avoid jumping on the bar grabbing the bastard by the neck and breaking the bottle on his pathetic skull. Kine WERE in the room. But he would not let this stay like that.
"Yo! Fucker!"
The bartender turned around from takin an order "hey ma-"
"why did ya spit on my ale?" Thorp interrupted-
The bartender froze, this had obviosuly been the first time they had catched him doing the old trick.
"I-I didn't..."
Thorp smiled carfeul not to let his unstealthy fangs show. He signaled the costumed tender to approach him and then to lean forward.
"Do not mess with me, fucker." Thorp whispered on his ear and then with a swift movement grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the counter. No ears but his own Gangrel heard the bone crunching over the music. He let the unconcious body slide down and hit the floor. There were other bartenders, what difference wuld one make?
He turned around again to face the crowd and took a long swig from his beer, a little spit wouldn't kill him.

((ok here goes..itll be short cause this isnt lazes kind of place))

he got the invitation..and walked into the club. he looked around nervously..this was way too many people..he couldnt work here..maybe hed come back when it was less crowded and he could get a specimin........

Echoe watched the Gangrel smash the batender's face against the bar as the three kindred approached his table. He grinned micheivously.

"I'm well.. well.. well.."

His finger was twirling around in his tea, and he eyed the still-cold pitcher of beer, thinking of the nice goth children who had left it there.

"Got my table.. table..."

He looked up at isis, still grinning. With all the fake caps worn by these goth-kids, he knew the show of his fangs would in no way be a violation of the masquerade. He would simply tell anyone who asked they were custom-made.

"Isis.. Isis.. nice club.. club... well done.. done..."

He then looked at the couple, wishing Viviane were there to keep him company, wondering where she may be.

"Gabriel, Katherine... Katherine... How fare thee.. fare thee..."

Looking back at the gangrel at the bar, a thought crossed his mind.

"Watch my table.. my table.. table.."

Beer. He never saw the point in drinking the stuff, but assumed it would be such a pity to allow such a precious commodity to go to watse. He stood, picked up the pitcher, and walked over to where the Gangrel sat.

Thorpe shouted some inane obscenity at the Malkavian as he snatched the beer bottle from his hand, and threw it at the floor, breaking it near the unconscious bartender.

Echoe shrugged, then set the pitcher down on the bar next to Thorpe and walked casually back to his table. He settled back into his booth and put his finger back in his tea as he smiled at Isis.

"My finger drinks tea... but i prefer a good vitae.. vitae.. vitae..."

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[ This Message was edited by: Echoe on 2001-12-19 20:29 ]

((lol, ok, first remember I'm now a CITY Gangrel and that it's Thorp, with no "e" at the end---))
"Ahoy! What the fuck da matter wit' ya?!" Thorp had never met the lunatic that threw his spit contamined bottle of beer across the bar next to the body of the unconcious bartender that was hidden from view by the bar itself. By his smell he knew instantly he was a Malkavian, altough he didn't really needed to smell him to know so. The City Gangrel had dealt with Malkies before, and he personally found them amusing, irritating, yes, but amusing. He stared at the pitcher the Malkie left next to him. He sniffed it.
"Ahhh, fresh ale..." He raised the pitcher at the Malkie that was now sitting ON the table next to Gabe and that Torrie chick. He took a long chug from the pitcher, beer fell down the side, into his chin and all they down to his chest and belly as he drank.

"Interresting indeed"Ryan answered the man as he moved closer.
"Are you new to the city?I dont belive seeing you anywhere before."

((Sorry but thats all I have time for to night.I promise I'll post some more tomorrow.))

(( Gangrel, City Gangrel, I stand corrected ... sorry about the 'e'.. but im sitting AT my table :P ))

Echoe nodded to the City Gangrel as he raised his new pitcher. then went back to looking into his tea.

The music was getting quite loud, and roared inside his head. the smell of fresh kine was making him very thirsty...

"Mary... Bloody... Very.. Mary..."

Drain stood out side watching the throngs of cattle enter the nest of Vipers. He knew that he was not wanted nor welcomed at the Setite bar. But he was not wanted many places that he went.. He slunk around to the side of the building useing his nosferatu ability to vanish form the minds eye and found two lovers cuddeling in a dark corner. Having no desire to interupt them he went next door and climbed up the side of the building. When on the roof Drain judged the distace and lept accross with little trouble. On Isiss roof top he immedatly began looking for a way inside. There was the door.. and the massive airconditioner. Drain chose the latter. He went over and noticed that it was just a matter of removing 3 screws to unhook the Vent pannell. So he did. When inside he scouted down. when he came to another exit he then forced the vent pannell off slowly and noiselely as possible. He was now on the second floor and in an office. Drain opened the draws and looking in the fileing cabinet. The music was heard thru the walls and floor as a dull thump. Drain took not of all of the names in the fileing cabinet, The supplier for alcohol, The electrical contractor,ect... The name of the office owner was also noted. The Nosferatu then renewed his Spell and unlocked the door. Out in the hall he turned to relock the door. Then he proceeded to the door and from there out into the busy main bar. Keeping from bumping into people was difficult at first, but he did manage to lift 2 wallets befor he spyed echoe sitting at a table. Drain then headed to the safty of the occupied table.

She looked at her invitation. and then checked the address. Yep this is the place. After the sabbat attack Misty had stayed pretty much to herself letting those with management skills deal with finding a new place and to sort out the details. She didn't care really her home was in the woods. She wouldn't have come out tonight except Drain had asked her to be there. What was he thinking....... Calling her out of her solituide. ooh well she had made it this far, and another Hr out mingeling with her peers wouldn't kill her.

She walked into the bar and showed her fake Drivers licence to the inatentive door man. He seemed to be watching 3 large men mustle there way thru the crowd heading for the Bar. And what appeared to be GraventhropE.
Misty walked inside and began looking for familer faces. She finally spotted Gabe and headed over his way. along the way she placed some ear plugs into her ears because of the annoying music blairing from the emence speakers.

Thorp finished his drink, he was soaked in beer. He put the pitcher down and sniffed the air, Gangrel scent. He turned around to see MistI coming in, he grunted and was about to turn around when he noticed three large men coming his way, kine by their smell.
"Well fuck-dee-doo." He muttered under his breath, smiled and stood up.
"Hey, buddy, you're gonna have to leave." The leader grunted disdainfully.
"Ah? Really?" Thorp mocked the disdainful way.
"'Fraid so."
"May I ask why the fuck should I leave this hellhole?"
The kine made eye contact with Thorp for the first time. "What was that?"
The kindred chuckled. He grabbed the man by his tie and pulled him close to his face. THe men uttered a surprised whelp.
"I said why da fuck should I leave?" Thorp growled.
The 2 men behind thier leader made their move and grabbed Thorp by the shoulders.
"Masquerade." Thorp thought, controlling himself. He wasn't really succesful in keeping control, for he grabbed the first thug and pushed him towards the other 2, the 3 of them fell with a thud, a tangled mess on the floor.
"Is there a problem here?" Gabriel arrived, obviously irritated.
"That's it motherfucker!" The first man hissed and stood up, he reached into his coat just before Gabe snapped his fingers and 3 larger men took the kine and dragged them away.
Gabe turned around and faked a smile.
"Thorp, please control yourself or I will.."
"What?" Graventhorp asked crossing his arms with a smile.
"Bathe you..." Gabe uttered shaking his head and returning to Kiya's side.
Thorp laughed heartily but was actually disturbed at the thought of being bathed, he HAD bathed 40 or 50 years ago. Why should he now?
"Oh, and Thorp?" Gabe turned around still walking.
"Aye?"
"Try not to break any other servants' skull."
Thorp saluted the Ventrue, who turned around once more and continued to walk away from the City Gangrel.
"Now what?" Thorp grumbled, unhappy that what could've been an amusing fight had been interrupted.
"Hey."
Thorp turned toward the voice, a girl in her early twenties smiled at him. He sniffed, she was wearing expensive perfume and had bathed with expensive bath salts. This was no hooker.
"eh?"
"What's your name?" She asked with a smile sitting at the stool next to Thorp.
"Ya into bestiality or somethin'?" Thorp asked honestly surprised, this had been the first time in 726 years of life that a girl had hit on him.
The girl opened her eyes and then laughed.
"Why would you ask that?"
"Well, why else would a rich girl that ran away from her daddy's mansion to spend a night at a bar approach a dirty..." Thorp stopped himself just in time to avoid saying:"...fella that has fangs and claws" and substitued it with:"... fella with fuckin' beer all over him?"
"I don't know. Guess that I'm tired of all the prissy rich daddy's boys that I hang around with."
The kindred sighed. "Well, go look for a fuckin' horny gothdude and stay away from me."
(to be continued...gotta go ASAP)