Girls Night

[Harlequin]

Vivianne watched Lisa-Joe deal with her rowdy patrons with nothing less than open-mouthed awe. Morgaine and Ami's reactions were more reserved, but earned her a round of applause from Morgaine and a look of quiet approval from Ami when she returned. "Nicely done!"

"That would be me." Morgaine raised a hand, "We used to be a motorcycle gang, too, but then, you know, that house band money happened, so we've settled in for the moment."

Vivianne jerked her attention aw from Lisa-Joe with Quinn's return, still clearly catching her breath, "Oh! uh, no worries! I'm Vivianne." She took the offered hand after a moment's hesitation. "How long have you worked here, Quinn?"

[Black Philip]

Lisa-Joe leaned in closer to Morgaine, thinking about how beautiful and strong she seemed. Yes, while Ami was more her type, her companion was the one who'd most drawn Lisa-Joe's eye. A motorcycle gang turned all chick band was an idea Lisa-Joe could get behind, and wished she could claim the two at the table for her own clan. She saw the look of approval and smiled in return.

"Some boys just the feel the need to get rough over nothing," she hummed, checking her nail polish and being satisfied the fight didn't fuck it up too much. "Did your gang travel around, and when did you get your set of teeth," she asked Morgaine and Ami respectively.

Freddy was feeling good tonight, and walked down the stairs of the White Rabbit, poised and perfect. He'd gotten out of uniform and had put on his blue jean shorts, oversize black tank top and sneakers. His hair was greased and shiny and had been swept up into a ramp. As he reached the bottom landing his eyes traveled to To Ashes, and more importantly Jerry. Freddy was a master at making sure he was noticed, and purposely chose a place to stand right in the guitar player's eye line. He knew he looked correct, and was flying just a little high on a few bumps of coke. He was off the clock now, and maybe Jerry would be off after this set, or would want to take a break outside.

Freddy was so wrapped up in his fantasy that he'd forgotten Quinn was here tonight. He turned away from the band to walk towards the bar when he saw the shot boy talking to a very pretty blonde. He rolled his eyes with a real flair, before scanning and seeing Lisa-Joe sitting with two other women he'd never met. One looked like a lot of people in here tonight, and the other currently had Lisa-Joe smiling like it was her birthday. Freddy didn't want to talk to Quinn, because why would he? He also didn't want to interrupt his boss, who would see him coming to mingle as just that. Instead, he went to the other end of the curved bar away from where Quinn currently stood, and went lengths not to acknowledge him. This was a good place to wait for some shit to happen. His hips moved as the band played on.

[Saiketsu]

Quinn had also watched Lisa-Joe's handiwork with the men, but his surprise was much more contained. It had shocked him too at first, but the frequency of these kinds of altercations - especially downstairs where the catfighting was more serious - seemed to be a daily occurrence here. After his first week working in the White Rabbit, he had gotten used to it all. He certainly wasn't in the Pompeii anymore, Toto.

"Yeah, that LJ she's pretty gung-ho about keeping everyone in check herself," Quinn said, watching as Lisa-Joe sat back down and checked her nails. He turned his attention back to Vivianne and smiled, not even registering that Freddy was close. "I'm the new kid here. I've only been here for about three-ish months? Something like that, anyway.

"You're awfully familiar-looking," Quinn said suspiciously, side-eyeing her playfully. The thought was bothering him that he couldn't figure out where he'd seen her from. He raided all the possible places that he could have seen her. For some reason he was getting the impression that he had seen her in a bar somewhere. "Have we met before now?"