Gares, Aimee and Judith find themselves, a while later, in fronnt of a swanky nightclub, one where Gares's suit won't look out of place at all. The doorman looks the three up and down and lifts aside the rope.

Aimee enters with the others and looks around. "Mmm... never been here before, but it looks promising!"

The club is on two levels, and fairly thrumming with music and colored lights. Gares is reminded uncomfortably that its been a few decades since he has gone out with a lady. The term 'generation gap' doesn't even begin to describe the awkradness. Also: there are ammounts of skin being shown, by both men and women, that would be considered illegal only thirty years before.

Back at the mansion, The librarian goes up to Thomas, and Pat, who just burst in.

"Captain Stington wants to see you both in his office, gentlemen."

Patrick snaps his fingers. "Damnit... Alright...tell him we are coming, but then page Bill in the Armory and tell him that we got summoned to the Captain's office and that he will have to find someone else to work on the wooden shot for Thomas' rifle."

He munches on some Pezz and walks out.

oog: Woo, Gares... big pimpin'!


"Well, come on, you two!" coaxes Aimee, backtracking and guiding them both forward with a hand on each of their backs. "Tonight, you're going to be social and LIKE it."

Aimee guides Gares and Judith out of the entryway, and towards the Euro-Pop bassbeats of the actual main ground-floor room. She seems quite giddy and pleased to be in her natural habitat.

"I'm not letting the two of you stay wallflowers all night," she winks. "How about a drink to start things off right, Jude? My treat," Aimee offers. "No drinks for you, Gares... you're our.. designated driver."

*It is obvious that Gares feels more than a little bit uncomfortable in this odd setting... after all, he comes from a simpler time, when music was supposed to be more than the attempts of a million monkeys to reproduce the works of Wagner, where black electrical tape is not considered to be a proper substitute for a top, and where pickup lines such as "Nice shoes. wanna ****?" were frowned upon. Still, the vampire does attempt to go along with Aimee's efforts to get him to socialize, trying to rely on his natural charisma to overcome his feelings of being a fish not just out of water, but somewhat out of the Earth's atmosphere.*

Although from the right time, Judith still feels a bit uncomfortable. She usually doesn't hang out at nightclubs, having spent most of her time in libraries and such.

Erm, interesting.

Aimee takes the initiative and drags her companions to the bar and orders herself a Rum and Cherry Coke... and consults Judith before ordering her up a glass of Red Wine.

The bartender provides the drinks, and then goes back to chatting up a pair of girls who appear to be marketing themselves as identical twins.

Aimee picks hers up. "Here's to no worries," she says, offering up a toast.

Judith toasts and sips her Merlot. It's not usually considered a partying drink, but she's comfortable with it.

To no worries.

*Since he has nothing to drink, Gares simply nods.*

To no worries.

oog: Hey, Aimee would buy Gares a booze-a-holic drink, but he mentioned before they left about drinking only blood. So long as he doesn't turn any of the ladies at the bar into a Bloody Mary....


Aimee sips her drink, but can't seem to do it so slowly as Judith. She bides her time waiting by watching the people dancing and carrying on with her back to the bar. She bobs her head and sometimes even her hips and shoulders to the beat as she waits.

And it wouldn't be a night if she didn't try to look for an attractive fellow who knows his right foot for his left.

"You two ready to come twirl with me?" she asks after a few minutes. "Or should I let you sit the first couple out?"

Jack looks up when Pat comes in.

"If Thomas isn't here yet, I can answer that question you had for me."

Aimee does happen to notice a cadre of good looking guys in a corner across the club. Only some of them have females with them, as well. Judith notices that her awful quality of sleep does not agree with this place. She estimates that if she stays for more than a few hours (call it *clatter of D6* 3 hours) she'll definately be feeling it in the morning.

Gares notices everything. Thats what comes of two hundred years of observing the human condition.

Aimee's face lights up even more when she spots the cadre.

"Hm.... Hey, you can join me when you're ready," she decides for them and heads off onto the dancefloor, finding a spot where she knows the guys can see her, whereat she dances to get their attention, looking as flirty and single as she can.