Nightclub (open)

[Nightcrawler]

The club was one of those hot spots where any kind of people could just walk in and end up walking out with a date for the rest of the night.

If you were human or human looking at least.

Kurt Wagner wasn’t even sure why the hell he was there. The music was blaring and the drinks were pretty good, but he was stuck wearing his damned image inducer so that the people wouldn’t decide to chase down the demon again. He was sitting at the bar, holding a glass of rum and coke, looking down at it and swirling it slowly in lazy counter-clockwise circles.

Lifting his head slowly, he looked over at the dance floor, ignoring the look of love some women were giving him. Most of them were the floozy kind who only wanted him because his image inducer made him look attractive, normal basically.

[Pepper]

[cause Alan Cumming just is that gorgeous]

Pepper Potts was a fish out of water. Or very much in water - hot water.

She had come here in an effort - a desperate effort - to forget, just for a little while. Her suit, made by the talented Mike Watz, sat comfortably underneath her dress, and most who saw her would think the bits of the suit they saw were part of the silvery dress that adorned her white shoulders and slender body. Her hair was half-loose, half-up, some curls framing her face, and some cascading down her back. Her eyes, however, remained that icy cold blue, the blue of hard shock, grief, and vengeance. She had removed the engagement ring from her finger and put it in a safe spot on her suit, (a small sealed pocket only she could open) - not necessarily because she wanted to announce herself as available, but because she was afraid of losing it.

She looked around the room. Unfortunately, she wasn't out on the dance floor and so she wasn't doing a very good job of forgetting. But the sheer awkwardness of being in a club - she was seeing people she worked with here, but none of them had noticed her. After all, Pepper did not frequent clubs.

But the pounding music did help to distract her thoughts. She crossed the floor and plunked down at the bar, ordering a martini, extra dry, extra olives. She kept her eyes straight ahead, and so did not see the man whose elbow she had accidentally jostled when she sat.

[tesseract]

Tesser didn't know what she was doing here. This wasn't her type of place. She actually looked allright this time at least. Her hair was washed, her clothing fit her and was clean and unripped. Normally Tesser's type of club was the sort with lots of drugs, sex, and stoned people to steal from. This, however, was the sort of place where people noticed an unnatended six year old. She had thus far dodged awkward questions but she needed a place to hide. Looking through her blindfold for a good place her eyes stuck on the bar.

She slid forward a clambered up onto one of the stools next to a very pretty woman and a young man. She had chosen them because there was a seat next to them, but as she looked at them they piqued her curiousity.

The man - he was a good person, but he was hiding. And the woman was hurting, fighting for something. Tesser knew well it wasn't any of her buisness but it never was anyways so she tried not to think about it. Pulling some money out of the pocket of a large man nearby she bought herself a coke and sipped, trying to look as much a part of the scenery as possible. Trouble had a way of finding her, but maybe tonight could be an exception?

[X'Sharri]

X'Sharri smirked as he entered the popular nightclub wearing his near-usual outfit. An outfit that consisted of a black mid-thigh length skort, hot pink and black striped tights with torn fishnet stocking over them and black combat boots. He attracted some hateful attention, but, surprisingly, most people were too distracted by booze or women to mess with the alien. Ever-changing colored nightclub lights shined on his top, which was a skin-tight, mid-drift showing, no-sleeve shirt. To cover up his military tattoos, X'Sharri was wearing black, long, buckle gloves that had no fingers and therefore allowed the Sharoan to move his three-fingered hands with ease.

Hastily pushing his annoying antennae into his spiky, long hair with his right hand, X'Sharri gave a growl of annoyance as he walked to the bar. He didn't have to stand on his toes to see the bar, due to the fact that he had been in here many times. This nightclub was one of his favorites, actually, due to the lights and the sound and the ability to make him forget for a bit. X'Sharri felt currently flaring temper being drowned in a need to get himself stone drunk, which he was going to do. Embracing the want to forget and the need to get drunk, he managed to avoid the occasional scoff or comment about him being a "mutant".

X'Sharri plopped himself down on a bar stool and waited for the bartender, not looking at the other people occupying the same bar. He was convinced that if he even looked at a human after what had happened today, he would lose it and kill someone. THAT definitely would be some unneeded conflict between him and his sentencers, some very bad unneeded conflict, indeed.

[tesseract]

A new person came to the bar and plopped down. Something about him - or her - caught Tesser's attention. Thankful for her black blindfold, the young girl could watch him without him knowing her eyes were on him. He - for strange dress aside it was defanitly a male - seemed very intent on not looking at anybody around him, only at the counter as he drank.

Curiousity finally overcame common sense and, focusing only on him - Tesser slid the blindfold down a bit. A blaring amount of light filled her spectrum and she fought to tone it down. Finally succeding she was amazed to see that he didn't even seem human. It was as if he were an alian or something. But - that couldn't be so, could it?

((Sorry - no better ideas. Waiting for the others.))

[Shadowcat]

It had been such a long time since Katherine Anne Pryde took a step out of her X-Men blood and went out to a night club. She approached the building, somewhat resenting the fact that she hadn't brought any friends with her. Going to a club alone? She felt it was completely irrational. But either way, she made it past the bouncer and walked through the door, allowing the extremely cold air to brush past her to cool those dancing-- hazel eyes scanned the dance floor-- vacant.

In her vague nervousness, Kitty swallowed. Her eyes darted around. She definitely stuck out, being the only one in a small skirt that shot out, much like a toned-down ballet tu-tu and a simple shirt that hugged her shoulders. As she stood idly, she figured she would grab a drink. Her converse sneakers knocked on the clean flooring as she walked over to the bar. A light went off in her mind-- not old enough to sit at the bar yet, Kitty? Logan's hearty chuckle echoed in her mind. A blush skimmed Shadowcat's skin. She'd just order a lemonade.

The bartender raised a brow at Kitty curiously as she stuttered to get her order out. "Oh, uh-- Lemonade--" She paused for a moment, but the man behind the bar had already pulled out a glass for her and went to grab the drink. "Thanks..." She added as he was out of her main line of vision. She let out a sigh. Something interesting had better happen, Kitty thought boredly as she pressed her back up against the bar, worriedly. She'd break the law if she sat down... Only if she sat on that barstool... As she waited, she watched the man next to her watch his drink boredly as well, and a woman slamming herself on the bar and running into the man in the process. Kitty winced. I'm not the only one, I guess. She scratched her head and her brown hair appeared to look much more styled. The young X-Man sighed again, keeping her thoughts on the two next to her.