Jonathan has been in London on many occasions.... and though his memory of it is still a touch... flawed he does remember that sunny days are few and far between. And so he strolls down the street, hands in pockets, looking like much the cantankerous old rocker he pretends to be for this visit. For those that know him find the vessel... strangely fitting.
     Pinch between his lips is an already half-smoke cigar. He puffs upon it just about every third step and expels the smoke from the corner of his mouth. To the casual onlooker he seems like a ne're do well out for a walk.
     He cannot fool more trained eyes however. The old warrior walks with a measured military stride. He is walking the perimeter, scoping out the field where his next battle will unfold. Scrutinizing eyes are interrupted by catching glimpse of the attractive (if dressed in pink) photographer. As he spares a moment for a quick once over his eyes quickly widen and the ever classic double-take is played.

     Yisun is standing, she still hasn't seen you, though her senses indicate that there is something in the perimeter to which she should place her attention. So, she is standing, the satchel/bag on her shoulder settling, camera poised and plucked eyebrows, shaped just so, lifted in a What? arch. And then she smiles.
     "Hey..." she says, she smiles. Frosted cheeks and lips and eyes, a light dusting of glitter it may seem, stardust though it is. And it is everywhere. It refracts the sunlight. It adds sparkle. She is, in a word, brilliant. "You come at a good time, I just got off the clock, man," Yisun says in your preferred accent.
     And she saw the look. It makes her grin. Ha! This being a female thing is fun. Old Urfiel is really hitting his stride now. "I could say: hey, take a picture! But I am the one with the camera." Yisun laughs.
     And on the inside, Urfiel is laughing too. Such a sense of humor he has these days.

     Jonathan had gotten used to the attractive female vessel actually ... but it's the pink that caught him by surprise.... he never in a millennia expected Urfiel to sport that color. Another puff on his cigar and composure is regained. After all technically he's a bit older than you are so he needs to maintain some dignity.
     "It's the color. Usually I only like to see pink on a woman if she has her legs around my head." His voice is accented enough to not seem out of place but it is not terribly heavy. "So just if your just off the clock then what say an old friend buys you a pint and we catch up?" As he speaks his eyes narrow, as if unaccustomed to your new glittering halo.

     They say that in the coming Days, no one will be able to view Soldekai. His face will become too Brilliant to look upon, very like the face of God Himself. Perhaps that is what Brilliance is. The assertion of God, the mere Presence of the Creator. It is not Light, and yet... does it not shine?
     The high and pronounced cheekbones actually color with that. A woman's reaction, neh? But the smirk is all Urfiel. Funny. "You can buy me two beer for that, gah," she protests but grins. "More than I need to know about your habits..."
     Cameras are bagged and bag is clutched with a slant of a smile. "I like the pink. But I prefer the silver. But I found this bag and these shoes..." Yisun goes on, "...so... I had to have the pants. Part of the bargain, big-boy. So, where are you going to take me for a drink, eh? Some place spendy?" And she laughs. "I'm no cheap date!"

     "Still a two fisted drinker I see..." Jack says giving a slight 'harumph' at being told he's into you for two beers now. "Silver shines but no more brightly than a sharpened steel. As for taking you someplace spendy. How much do you think I make? The only good pubs I know are shite holes."
     A final puff is taken from his cigar and he then proceeds to pinch the cherry on the end of the cigar and grinds it out before placing it in a hip pocket to be finished later. "Though if you got some place trendier you'd rather go I'll pop for the first round there."

     "Don't you know I'm just shitting you?" She laughs and gives you a nudge. "Come on, let's go to a dark watering hole. You share your cigar, we'll have beers and laughs. And ... yeah," hands on her hips, "I can still put them away! Guinness, baby, by the barrel. Huh, sometimes I miss being a bartender," Yisun admits.
     "So how are things going here for you? I am sorry I got called away that time... with your friends," Lily & Co. "You hanging in there and hanging low?" She grins to you as she walks alongside you. Funny pair you make.
     On earth as it is in heaven....

     Dive bars.... Jonathan quickly learned everyone in town. The kinda the would make Mercurians vomit while Haballim and Calabim titter with glee. He's been down and out a long time now, he can blend with the underbelly of the world quite well. "Think nothing of it... We all have our duties. Currently I've been watching the girl... the one with the blue hair not the pink... See seems to have dreams... possibly somewhat oracular in nature...."
     "And actually I have a fresh cigar if you want one?" It's fished from his pocket and offered to you. "I think I might be able to use the girl to get a heads up on the state of matters in the city so to speak..." he shrugs then, "Or not. As for me personally I'm doing well. Recovering, finally starting to shake some of my rust off." You can see it in his eyes... he's starting to get back into the form it once was... and to Jonathan it feels divine.

     "Really. Visions and portents. I'm going to be Blighty Bound for quite a while myself. First mission." And Yisun smiles. And Urfiel beams within. "You know... I have not felt this good in a long time. This... true in a long time. Funny, we were both down on our luck in America. In England, we are back on our game."
     As for the cigar...
     She'll wait until you are both in a bar. She only smokes when she drinks.
     "I don't know what all is happening in this city yet, I still have meetings to attend. But ... I have that ... sinking feeling, you know the one that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and my fingers get itchy. I think that London is going to be... the place of new beginnings... and a few endings."

     "The boss..." and by the Boss he means Michael, "described this place to me as one of the fronts. And I can see that he's right. This is a jungle off a different sort and we're fighting guerilla warfare of a peculiar brand, but this place is most certainly one of the main battle fronts I believe...." he sighs and shakes his head.
     Looking up form his walk, however, Jonathan sees that he is near one of his favored watering holes and waves for you to follow him. "And just between you and me..." his voice drops into a low almost conspiratorial tone, "This city is lousing with vampires... The trendy Anne Ricean types. Not really Saminga's style... I think some of them may well be patroned by Lust..." Jonathan really did enjoy beating the holy hell out of the one that attacked Lily however, but he keeps that to himself for now.
     He reaches the steps of the rough and tumble punk bar and with a few quick bounds of his short legs he reaches the top and pulls the door open for you. "This place can be a little rough, so try not to kill and/or cripple anyone if they hoot at you or pinch your ass."

     Plucked eyebrows quirk upward and the Mongolian princess smirks. "Eh, I could use a little pinch on the ass now and then. It is good for the soul. I will try not to kill anyone... I will... try." And she smiles, blithely even, and enters just ahead of you.
     Vampires, huh. Crawling with them. Mental note for later: buy more wood.
     "Michael," the way she says that, lord! "...has he been around? I have not see him in... a month earth-time or so. He spoke to Sol for me. I think he is the reason I did not hear any protest from Lawrence." Yisun looks around. Boy, do I stick out like a sore thumb. "If they don't have Guinness in tap," she notes, "I'll take a scotch."

     Yisun is greeted by various cat calls and hoots as they enter the rough and tumble bar. The most creative of which is, 'You need a place to sit! My face is open.' It's a place the old school punkers hang out. Grown men that should've gotten over youthful trends and got jobs but never did. Jonathan weaves through them unheeding of the fuss they make, leading Yisun as he goes to a table near the back. His favorite. Of course there's a very large fellow already sitting there.
     Fingers drum on the edge of the table as Jonathan waits for the huge man to look up at him. When he does he's greet with an audible gulp. "You like the view better over there..." Jack says cocking his thumb to an empty table over his shoulder. The big man stammers and says, "Fook yeah I do..." And he gets up and quickly finds a new seat, "Have a seat..." he turns to a passing waitress, "Two pints of a Guinness."

     Unlike perhaps any other woman on earth entering such an establishment, there isn't a gasp, surprise, not even so much as a blush. There is a smile that is at once sultry, savage and sweet. Beaming, in fact. Yes, beaming. Yisun grins at the comments, plucked eyebrows lifting, "Your nose is too small," is shot right back, and Yisun in her hot pink pants, her white silk shirt, her French manicure and her hot pink wedge shoes blows a kiss in their general direction and sweeps into a seat.
     Ha! Her eyes are gleaming as she takes a seat and crosses long legs just so. A bit of fancy savoy truffle in the midst of a punk shite-kicker's pub. Heaven, this. Just a little slice of heaven. "So, that's the fact Jack, is it?" Yisun murrs. "The Boss sent you to Blighty. The Boss has been busy, neh." She smiles. "You know... I have to say... I like my new soop. He's a new boss, but not like the old boss, you know?" Yes, Happiness can be Brilliant too...

     "Well I'd been holding my tongue for quite awhile, but your old boss was a panty-waste that's still wet behind the ears..." No he doesn't like Lawrence.. not at all. He's only just know remembering why.. but he remembers how angry he still is at the Archangel. Jack shakes his head and pulls that fresh cigar from his pocket and rolls it across the table at you, "For when you're drink gets here."
     "So then what does your new boss have you in London for? And for that matter who's keeping an eye on Gabe now that he's got his own gig?"

     "Good question. I didn't ask him!" she pipes up. "I know she had other ...assistants, so... I assume that now that he is in his role," whatever that will be, "...he has passed that duty on. Yisun takes the cigar, smiling beatifically. "You know the story of his promotion? Things upstairs are changing, it seems. And for the better I am thinking. Though, it is strange... when someone who was fired," the Outcast Galadriel, "... leads to the big promotion and corner office." Still not sure how to take that. The Cherub who is making a name for himself. But what a name. A trial for treason, the lover of a new archangel. "But maybe it says something, Jack, that Love is what brought it about." Her eyes lock on yours for a second and eyebrows lift.
     Yeah, what should we make of that?

     The door opens for a group of 'club kids' to enter. Yeah, club kids in this part of town. They must be heading off to one of the clubs and just wanted to get liquored up before hand. Quite a few of the punks near the door make rude gestures and calls at the group of girls.
     There is an outburst of giggles and squeals, like those of a gaggle of schoolgirls. One in the center blows several kisses out to their admirers before planting a kiss on one of her friends, making a show of it. This causes some hooting and hollering, of course, which only causes the two girls to grin and laugh.
     Finally, the group moves toward the front, calling out orders for drinks.

     At that Jack can't help but smile... Jonathan is his name proper but to friends he's Jack, "I've not seen you with such a positive outlook in.... well as long as I can remember..." You were always quite miserable laboring under Lawrence.... "Love fell a very long time ago and it hasn't been the same since." Jack says, his voice growing somber... as his inner curmudgeon shows through.
     "I watched Kit through much of his healing time.... I still ascertain that I was little to no help to him and that he didn't want to be helped..." He shrugs, "He's coming out of it. but as for Love conquering all.. I don't buy that shit...." Wow.. those are some strong words coming from a Cherub. You'll rarely find bigger closet romantics than them.
     Of course two things distract him from his grumping... the arrival of two pints of Guinness and the two girls making the little peep show near the door. "Hrm...." is all Jack says.. they don't look like regulars....

     Since when could this old Malakim ever be called an old romantic? And that's not how she meant it really. But isn't it strange that everything seems to be ...coming up roses, as the old song goes. Maybe it's just a coincidence. It would be easier to swallow if Urfiel believed in coincidence. "Well, 'love' may have taken an extended leave of absence but Love," God is Love, afterall, "... hasn't gone anywhere. We have." We've changed. Look at us.
     Yisun oohs and ahhs at the Guinness' arrival then holds out a manicured hand to Jack. "Hit me, Jack," with the lighter that is. She peers toward the door, lifting eyebrows at the giggling girls. Moreso at Jack's hrmming.
     "Eh, you kept him from giving up, giving in. That's all you needed to do. He didn't trip and fall, right?" He's an outcast, but not Fallen. Job well done, that.

     The girls order several rounds of shots -- goldschlager, vodka, sambuca... the list seems to go on. Then they start knocking them back, all the while, chattering amongst themselves. A few of the younger men in the immediate vicinity wander over, checking the girls out.
     Before long, they are gathered into the small crowd, and find themselves with ladies on both arms, to so speak. It's a regular party at the bar, it seems, despite the frown on the bartender's face.

     Jack seems distracted by the girls for a moment longer... until Yisun's extended hand and request for her hit brings him out of it. A brow raises and a brass plated Zippo is fetched from his jacket pocket. "You work for brilliance and he doesn't give you guys lighters?" A crooked grin at his joke.
     "No he didn't trip and fall and I guess Love is alive and well.. I just woke up on the wrong side today and I'm feeling grumpier than usual. For some reason London is stirring up some bad memories I haven't been able to recall yet." He shakes his head and looks back to the girls up at the bar, "They've picked an interesting bit of ocean to troll in.... You think they'd take their booze and hit the whatever club their ultimately heading for...."

     "Huh," she says with a laugh, taking the lighter. "Fire's already taken," besides, wouldn't do to light my own roman candle up in here would it. She clips the one end of the cigar, then like an old pro lights the other end and pink lips puff and puff until there's scented smoke.
     "Eh, pay attention to that Sneaking Suspicion. It will keep you alive, my friend." Speaking of 'sneaking suspicions', what is happening over there. And you're suddenly cranky. Her glittered cheeks sparkle in the low light, her eyes glimmer in the shade and shelter of the pub's corner table, and through the smoke, which glows in the pub light like a shimmering fog, she looks to the young girls. "I think they've found what they were looking for," Yisun murmurs. "Easy marks."

     High-pitched laughter sounds from the middle of the group as a shocked look passes over one of the punks. He's glancing down in front of him, then looks around. "Well, shite... not here, hey?" he laughs, grabbing hold of the girl's hands. Before long, they've taken off out the front door together, rather quickly.
     The rest of the group titters and giggles, waving at the two to draw attention to him. One of the more outlandishly dressed in the crowd gets up and sits on the bar-top. She is a vision of purple. Violet lips, eyes, hair and clothes, accented only with splashes of black. "Aww, c'mon... you'll love the club... it's smashing!" she's saying to one of the punks nearby.

     Eyes narrow on the girl in purple as he talks on about the club that is... Smashing... "Must be some kind of club then eh?" Jack reaches out to a passing waitress and stops her. He says, "Get the young lady in purple whatever she'd like to drink on my tab and tell her I'd like to hear about this club she's talking about."
     As the waitress leaves, Jack looks to Yisun and gives a shrug, "She's obviously got something to sell.. might as well here what..."

     Caveat Emptor. Buyer beware. Yisun puffs away, smiles as she smokes and she watches through the glittering fog. You can say that again. "You know... I might be interested in what she is selling," she whispers. "This little light of mine," even quieter, an old song, "...I'm gonna let it shine..." Then she tsks. "I'm not dressed right for this..."
     Yisun turns to Jonathan and smiles. "Say, Jack... you get name of club, what say I meet you there. I'll go change into something more suitable..."

     The waitress approaches the woman in purple, who leans down to hear what she has to day, giving a few nearby a good view for a moment. Purple-lidded eyes flicker upward, toward the table where the two of you sit, then back down to the waitress. A message is given before the waitress departs, heading back up toward the table...

     "You have a wardrobe now? My god." Jack says with a crooked but good natured grin. "Ok sounds like a deal...." He then looks to the approaching waitress and puts on a good natured smile (in place of the good natured grin. They're different... no really they are!). "So what's this club that I'm just going to love called?"

     The waitress returns to the table pretty quickly and says, "She says thanks for the drinks, and that she and her friends were just heading up to Phantasmagoria for the night after getting liquored up here. Apparently, our prices are cheaper..." Especially with someone else buying them for her.

     Huh. Phantasmagoria. Yisun quirks a look between the waitress and Jonathan. "I'm new to town. So... this place is hot?" Hot. Get it? I have become so droll...

     Jack raises a brow at Yisun and words Michael once spoke echo in his mind, 'If Justinian was taking off hands for stealing a goat you fucking well better believe that I will start lopping for bad jokes.' Of course Michael claimed he was drunk at the time, but most of those that know him know he can't get drunk. But I digress. "The Phantasmagoria.... I think I've heard of that place.. I should be able to find it..." he nods and looks to Yisun, "So you wanna get changed and we can go check it out?"

     The beauty in purple is busy knocking back a new round of shots, courtesy of her strange benefactor of the evening. Her friends and even some of their new-found friends cheer her on, then join in on the party, ordering more drinks. The bartender really can't complain...it's money, after all.

     "Yeah, I can't go out lookin like my mother," she blows circle rings of smoke like a professional then grins, handing him what's left of the stogie. "Got lipstick marks on it. Sorry, Jack. Say, so... I will meet you there? How about we hook up at the bar. My turn to buy..." Yisun finishes her Guinness (did you notice that, boys? She only had to take a drink twice to drain it) and sets the glass down with a gratified sigh.
     "Don't worry, I'll find it. Take a cab or something. I will see you there, okay?" She stands and leans over, giving Jack a pinch on his cheek. "Thanks for the cigar, champ..."

     Walk like a woman but drink like a man.. maybe we should call her Lola. "Ok deal.. meet you up at the bar..." His face twists into a frown as his cheek is pinched, "You're going to do this all the time now aren't you?" He asks.... Though apparently it's a rhetorical questions as he pushes to his feet and rights himself and says, "Ok then, I'm off to make sure I still can find this place I suppose.. see you there..."

Music fills the air...
Lights Flash!
This is...
Euphoria!
This is...
Phantasmagoria!
     Phantasmagoria. It was once just a simple goth and BSDM bar. Now look at it. Naked women (and men) dancing in cages. Ritzy, decadent clientele. Three to four levels of absolute sin. It's not unusual to see mimed intercourse turn to actual intercourse, but it's early yet...
     What you can say is that the clientele is among London's most spectacular. It's still the It spot (or the G spot as some call it). Still a happening joint -- one year after its grand reopening...

     It doesn't take long for the purple beauty and her friends to make it back to the club, their home away from home, it seems. They even managed to talk some of the young punkish gentlemen to tag along. Beating heavily against the walls of the place, against the floors, ceilings, furniture, against even flesh, the heartbeat of some industrial tune pulsates from the multitude of speakers strategically placed throughout the space.
     That's why she loves it here.
     Nain and her entourage flits through the crowd to find a spot in the middle of it all. Immediately, they get swept up in the thumping sounds, their bodies being moved for them... quickly tuning into the music instinctively.

     The short old punker gets some small amount of heckling at the door, however a dirty look from Jack quickly dispels this. Weaving through the sea of people with an almost deft grace, Jack quickly finds the bar. He finds an open space to belly up to and flags down a passing barkeep.
     "Nice face..." he says to the heavily tattooed and pierced barkeep, "Loose a bet?" This of course gets a scowl, "Spill some whiskey into a glass for me eh?"

     Before long, the purple-haired one bops out of the crowd, heading for the bar. It's hot and... well, hot out there. Bounding up to the bar, she gives one of her charming smiles to one of the other bartenders, who comes over.
     "The usual, please, Marty!" she calls, blowing him a kiss.

     The bartender doesn't look amused. But then she's used to the fucking wanker tourists putting a crimp in her style. She smirks. She pours a short glass of whiskey. "That'll be four, mate..." she rolls out, somehow over the pounding of the trance mix.

     "Here it is, miss..." A cabbie pulls up to the sidewalk, crossing three lanes of traffic to do so, "...that'll be ten pounds, m' darlin'..."
     Crumpled queens and kings are handed over and a vision in white steps out of the cab and into the damp spring air. It's still chilly, so a jacket is still required. It's white suede with silver fur collar, cuffs and lining. This over silver vinyl pants, boots, a white tank top painted on (and nothing underneath), silver sparkles around the eyes, Swavaroski crystals worn on the skin, and blue-black hair partially braided, partially left long, held swept up by mother-of-pearl combs.
     Yisun Inkhe tosses a cigarette into a rain swollen gutter and heads for the nondescript door that leads into the hottest warehouse rave and fetish joint in all London...

     Jack gives a harumph as the barkeep asks for four, "The metal in your face must fuck up your depth perception... Spill a little more in the glass..." He reaches into his front pocket to produce a money clip, setting a healthy amount of pound notes down on the bar directly in front of him, "Keep me full until that runs out..." and that said he turns and leans back against the bar. People watching.
     Two people catch his attention quickly. The pretty purple lady. Perhaps she fits in with the 'style' of the club, but she certain stands apart from them. The other is of course the brilliant image of the mongolian princess painted in a white gold halo... "Wow.. and here I was expecting the mongolian princess get up...."

     A bartender returns to the violet vision, carrying something that looks... green. Neon green, in fact. So neon, it nearly glows in the dark. Nain leans across the counter, nose to nose with the bartender. "Thanks, love," she says, obviously picking up on the British customs, but not the accent. A quick little kiss is given on the tip of his nose before the cash is tossed at him -- then she turns to look out over the crowd, leaving the bartender grinning at her back.

     There's something about you that makes the woman, though she prefers the company of other women (frankly), pour your drink as requested. Maybe she was short sheeting you. Maybe you're just damned compelling. "Alright, gov... consider yourself on the dole..." i.e., you have just been given a tab. She turns to pour a violet concoction. God knows what's in that.

     Yisun beams again, holding out her arms, "Hello again, Jack..." And she makes a roll of her shoulders, like she's setting her coat in place. In actuality, that motion was the evidence of a malakim's skin crawling. It's buggy in here. She pats him on the arms and leans against the bar. "Nuclear Cosmopolitan," a popular drink in SoHo. She expects it'll be on the repertoire. "So..." and Yisun clicks her tongue. "Spook Central," she murmurs.
     A hand pats her jacket, rolls over the suede and fur and she smiles at you. She is armed and she is very dangerous.

     The green liquid is sipped at as Nain watches the crowd eagerly. Then her gaze moves upward, toward the cages to see who's 'working' tonight. With her free hand, she waves enthusiastically to one of the girls up there, who blows her a kiss and wiggles her nearly naked ass at her.
     There's a grin on Nain's face, then another wave being tossed at a male dancer, not too far away. He beckons to her, but she merely sticks out her tongue at him. The rest of the green liquid is downed before the glass is deposited on the bar-top.

     Turning to his drink that is now purple Jack lifts up his drink and looks it over, "Nuclear Cosmopolitan..... sounds terrifying" He sniffs it once before deciding if he should take a drink or not. Ultimately he decides to wait just a bit and just try to look like he's been sipping from it.
     As he looks around the throngs of humanity and the naked caged dancers, Jack cannot help but raise a brow. This is the kind of place certain.... unsavory elements are likely to frequent. His guard is something good to keep. As Yisun indicates she's packing, Jack nods as if to say, "Good idea...." Of course.... he's not right now and wishes he ways.. but still it was a good idea.

     Nain sees something interesting and begins to move down the bar, looking off at the dance floor. As she does this, she brushes past Jack, seeming to only be interested in getting back into the sea of dancers as the music switches again... something primal-sounding pumps through the speakers.

     The Nuclear Cosmopolitan is a dangerous mix of three vodkas, three juices, a splash of vermouth, a sugar cube and a cherry. The sugar cube bubbles, reactive, as Yisun brings it to her lips for the first sip. "Start a tab," she slides a credit card over to the bartender. "I'm going to be here a while..."
     Uh-oh. That can't be good...
     "I'm going to check things out... I'll meet you back in a few, champ..." she says to Jack, giving him a patapat and heading into the crowd...

     As she brushes past Jack, Nain looks at him, then stops in her tracks. "Hey! I know you... well, not really but... thanks for the shots back at that bar! That was real generous of you." The smile he gets is one that likely many have seen.. big, bright and charming.

     Jack is leaning back to give the purple lady her way past even as he nods to the silver swathed Yisun who somehow manages to disappear into the crowd despite standing out like the proverbial sore thumb. And so attention returns to Nain.
     "Think Nothin' of it luv..." His accent is definitely working class but it is not particularly thick. "Good suggestion of where to come. This place seems to be quite the happening club..."

     Deciding to pause a little longer, Nain replies, "Well, think nothing of it. I love this place. I'd recommend it to anyone." With a playful grin, she adds, "It's always great to see new faces around here... maybe I'll get to see more of yours, hm?"

     "Well this is all there is of it to see.." Jack says as he circles his own face with an index finger, "It's the only one I got..." Actually he's had many faces over the years and can make his own... so essentially, yes the angel just lied... Luckily they don't really have a ten commandments to live by.
     Jack looks down at his purple drink and finally shrugs and knocks it back before setting the glass on the bar and offering that self-same hand to Nain, "Name's Jack.. the pleasure is mine I'm sure."

     Your humor is replied with a series of giggles. "Oh...we've got a live one here," she comments, grinning wickedly at you. "Cute."
     With a grin, Nain takes the offered hand and replies, "Nice to meet you, Jack. Folks around here call me Nain. I can usually be found here... well, nearly every night."
     "Don't you just love it here?"

     Flashes of light. Colored light. White light. She moves, glowing red and blue, all the colors thrown against the dancers lands upon the white she wears. She becomes spectral, kicking off a prism glance, multi-colored reflections off her eyelashes.
     Yisun moves around the perimeter of the dance floor, bars and booths. An array of humans and... others. Many others. Used to be her palms would itch, she would grab a gun. But now...
     Now... she just becomes Spectacular.
     Dark eyes tend upward, to catwalks, to doors above. Oh but this is a new kind of Pandaemonium. A new citadel. Andrealphus? Who else?

     "Well there is a healthy sampling of nubile breasts, and so this old man likes that..." he smiles, "The Music I find a little manufactured.. but it is good and loud and so that's a start.." He gives an almost approving half nod... "Nice to meet you Nain.... this is a lovely place."
     He looks around the bar quickly before his attention comes back to Nain, "I might have to start hanging around here more often.. who're some of the regulars?"

     There's a smirk about the breasts. "Oh, you ain't seen nothing yet..." she comments with an teasing grin. Terrible. "And yeah, if you're not used to the music, it might seem a little... off. It ain't punk, but there's just something so much more... sensual about electronic music." Punk is just too violent sometimes.
     "The regulars?" Waving to the dance floor, the cages, the bar, "You're looking at 'em."

     Someone's causing a stir. Up above, on the catwalk, a beautiful young man, blond (naturally), with curly hair and a heart-shaped face peers downward, watching a vision in white and grey and silver.
     Someone's leaving a calling card. Someone's making it hard for some to sin a little. Or a lot.
     Who's that? comes the murmured question. Who's that woman? is the soft inquisition. Pharzuph watches her move through the light. A hand on the railing he begins to move, in his red PVC and his golden silk, heading downstairs in a rush of spice, myrrh and frankincense, clove and patchouli.

     "Hey Jack," the tall Asian woman all but materializes at the bar again, her martini glass empty, her mouth surrounding the maraschino cherry remnant of what was a spectacular drink. "I think I'm gonna split..."
     Dark eyes settle on Nain and plucked eyebrows lift again. Yisun smiles, kittenish. "How long has this place been going?" she leans in, voice raising toward Nain. "It seems to be... quite the hopping place..." Her smile spreads a bit.

     Nain's gaze flickers from Jack, then to the Asian woman who just seemed to reappear. White meets purple. "Oh, I think it re-opened or something, like a year ago? I don't know... I haven't been in London that long, myself. I've just heard bits and pieces, you know?"
     She moves aside a little to make room for Yisun, sidling up next to Jack so she's hip-against-hip with him. "Leaving so soon?" she asks the vision of white.

     "Yeah," she takes the cherry stem out of her mouth, tied in two motions. Talented, isn't she. Yisun tosses it in her glass and sets the glass upon the bar. "I gotta shoot tomorrow. Big day. But... thanks for the tip," Yisun smiles. "I'll be... stopping by..."
     Yisun looks to Jack. "Don't leave on my account, big boy. Looks like a fella like you could have a really .... really good time here." Get it? Good time?

     Red and gold begins to make its way over. It's slow going. The club is packed and the dancing is tight. It is easy for Pharzuph to lose the scent, lose the trail, forget why he came downstairs in the first place. But he is just ahead. His gold silk shirt undone, his navel pierced, holding a ruby stone.

     Yisun appearing out of nowhere.. he really hates that.. must've learned that from Sol.. he always does that... He looks like he's about to leave with her and then Nain slides in hip to hip against. "Well that's a shame.. call me and we'll do this place again sometime.... Show them how to have a good time and all that...."

     "Well... I guess we'll be seeing more of you too, then," Nain says to the Asian woman with a smile. The more the merrier. "Too bad you can't stay, but at least pop in again. We'd love to have you." In more ways than one, surely.

     "Next time... less clothes, more dancing," the angel of Brilliance says, and her smile sparkles, from eyes to glitter on her skin. Course, with what she's wearing, less clothes isn't really necessary. White tank is painted on, no beaded bra (or any bra for that matter) beneath. The vinyl pants hanging low at almond-colored hips. "I want to see what's what upstairs. Looks like the real party happens behind closed doors..." She winks. "Goodbye for now..." what was your name?

     Pharzuph appears. His eyes, his face, his body: Pure Sin. "Going so fast? I saw you from the catwalk..." His arms snake around Nain. He whispers, smiling: what did you bring us? This looks fun...

     At Pharzuph's touch, Nain glances up at him almost lovingly, smiling brilliantly. "Well, hello..." she replies. Though Pharzuph's arms hold her, she doesn't move her hip from Jack's, seeming content to soak in the bodily contact. To the whispered question, she merely grins, then looks back at Jack, "You will stay, won't you?" Glancing back at Yisun, she replies to her, "Just ask for Nain... hope to see you soon."

     Blue-Grey eyes look to s Pharzuph fellow slowly. Well better not leave now, he'll suspect something.... Jack looks to Nain and smiles, "I may be getting old but I've learned how to pace myself so I'm good til it's time to go and get breakfast...." He looks to Yisun and nods his head, "Less clothes more dancing? You'll have to get me really drunk first."

     Yisun smiles to Pharzuph. Beautiful, and for a flash of a moment perfectly so, and then with the trace of a smile remaining she says: "Afraid so! I'll be back..." And she turns to go. She blows a kiss to you, Jonathan. She won't be going far.

     That smile was enough. Pharzuph is quiet for a moment -- now ...where was I?
     Oh yeah...
     He grins to Jonathan over Nain's shoulder and unwinds her arms. "She's the best tour guide we have... Nain... why don't you show our friend here around. Get him one of the ruby drinks ... on the house."
     And do find out who he is and where he's been and what kind of friends he keeps...

Posted by rowan at September 06, 2003 11:29 PM