Remi and the Lobos had just finished setting up their equipment, and were getting ready for sound check. Remi was feeling antsy about the upcoming meeting, and was hoping that playing first tonight would calm her nerves. She looked around as the first customers entered the club, "Well, looks like we got some music lovers. Let's get this sound check done, so we can play."

Once her bass was in her hands, the world melted the away, and all that mattered was the music that poured through her fingers. She'd glance around as more customers came in, but no one really was catching her attention. After their first set was done, she went to the bar to see if Beatrix could make her a drink.

Elliot arrived at Club Nyte just as the band started to play. He stood in the doorway for a moment and took in the sights. Interesting he thought. He strolled over to the bar and ordered a scotch. He listened to the band and sipped his drink. I wonder how many of these poor souls have no clue what they're getting into. He smirked as he set down his empty glass. With a slight wave of his hand he spoke an incantation under his breath, his normally blue eyes took on a purple hue and he looked around the room again. He raised his eyebrow as he looked over the band. A werewolf playing the bass. Call me surprised. He took mental notes of all the humans and the few mythos in the club. He paused when he saw the doors leading to the back. He rubbed his eyes, which returned to their natural color, and began making his way through the growing crowd to the back. Alright then, let's go see what Mr. Nyte wanted.

Kristopher walked along the street towards Club Nyte. He could already hear the music and the ruckus of the guests. As he turned the last corner he was almost run into by two young men. "Oh, sorry sir." one of them said before being dragged off by the other who spoke to Kristopher over his shoulder, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that! Come on, Brandon! Let's GO!" Kristopher chuckled as he listened to the two bicker at each other as they ran down the street. To be young again. He smiled. A few moments passed before he finally arrived at the club. A line was already beginning to form as people eagerly awaited to be let in by the bouncers. Kristopher noticed the two young men standing at the back. "So, gentlemen, is this your first time to the club?" They both jumped a little before Brandon said, "Yes, sir. We just moved to this side of town. We actually tried to get in the other night but they were so busy that we ended up standing out here all night." Kristopher nodded and then motioned for them to follow him. He walked past the line of people and greeted the attendants outside. "Kristopher Pennant. I do believe Adam is expecting me." He waited as the man checked the list and then nodded to the bouncer. "Also, these two gentlemen are going to be my guests tonight." He motioned to the brothers beside him. The man nodded as he made a notation next to Kristopher's name. Brandon and Eric looked at each other in stunned silence. "Well kids, enjoy your night tonight." He gave them a slight bow and turned on his heels to enter the club before they could even give him a thank you.

Morgan stared at Club Nyte across the street. The humans were lined around the corner waiting for a chance to get inside, even though it was already after 10:30. He sniffed the air and had to bite his lip to keep from howling. There were a few souls that would be escorted home tonight, but that wasn't his job for now; he had the week off.

I wonder if this is a trap.... Most "Mythos" are weary of me........But it's always a good idea to know safe places to go.

Morgan crossed the street towards the entrance of Club Nyte. A few women called out to him, offering to be his date for the evening; but he continued towards the bouncer without a glance at them. The bouncer put out his hand to stop Morgan; who stopped just before it, looking at it questioningly.

The bouncer, looking at his clipboard says, "Name?"

"Morgan Hundur."

"Yes sir, as our VIP guest....", Morgan lost the rest of what was said due to the odd smell that just hit him. There is no way one is here..... He looked around, and barely saw her as she stood just in the shadow of the street light. She looked like she always did; blonde hair, blue eyes that you literally could get lost in.
"Hold up a sec."

Morgan ran over to the girl in the shadow, looked down into her forever lost blue eyes and whispered, "I thought you said he was the one. You didn't come back to the house. It's been centuries."

The woman looked up into his black eyes tinged with red; in a faint, lilting voice she whispered,"It hasn't been long at all Morgan, but he wasn't the one. I will tell you after the meeting. Shall we be each others escort, as before?"

Morgan shook his head, Rill could never keep track of time, she probably thinks that this all happened last month. But if she's here, there's nothing for me to worry about. He offered his arm, as he said, "My lovely Rill, I would be honored if you would accompany me."

Rill laughed, the sound like trickling water, "Oh Morgan, how I've missed my Big Brother." She linked her arm with his as they walked back towards the bouncer.

As they approached, the bouncer smiled slyly at Morgan and asked, "A lovely guest, Mr. Hundur?"

Rill locked her eyes with the bouncer, "My name is Ms. Teich, I am invited. Keep your thoughts to yourself."

Oh hell, what have you been doing the past few centuries? You're ready to gut this man in front of everyone, Just to make a point. Morgan roughly pulled at their linked arms, looking down at Rill he said, "Rill, that's not how you impress a guy. You're supposed to worship the ground we walk on, wear short skirts, and make us sandwiches."

Rill looked up at Morgan in surprise, "What the hell is a sandwich?"

Morgan chuckled as he nodded to the bouncer, and lead Rill into Club Nyte.

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Rill still didn't understand what a sandwich was, but now she was being guided into the club by Morgan. I knew Morgan would always protect me, but I didn't know he'd protect me from myself. If he only knew how hard it's been..... How long has it been since we last saw each other....last month?....Oooo, nice club....Why am I here again?.....Oh, Morgan's with me.

She looked around at all the people dancing with the music, and quite surprised to see The Lobos were really Lobos; except for the drummer. What an interesting place....This should be a wonderful night. She smiled up at Morgan, the bouncer completely forgotten, "Shall we head to the VIP room? I think it might be better in a smaller crowd."

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Morgan nodded his head, and lead them to the next door. To the bouncer he said, "Morgan Hundur and Ms. Rilla Teich." This bouncer must have heard what happened at the front, because he had the door open for them before he said "and". Morgan sat Rill into a plush chair, and went to the bar for drinks. He smiled at the pretty blond behind the counter, "Double whisky, straight, and a double vodka, straight." Morgan left a $20 in the tip cup and headed back to Rill, handing her the whiskey.

"Now we wait."

"Now we wait," she whispered to herself. Just looking around the room at all the "Mythos", and the few humans that are staff.

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Ophelia’s alarm clock went off and it opened her playlist to Spice Girls “Say You’ll Be There”. Rolling over she sighed and thought it was apropo since she she had just broken it off with Darren since he wasn’t getting it. Why can’t I just find someone that gets the fact that I am looking for a stable serious relationship? Ugh enough moping. Today will be different. I can feel it. She popped out of bed and got clothes together and turned it up as “What a Feeling” came on. Opening her door she yelled at Bea. “Let’s go woman!!! You make us late again and Nyte will fire us!!! I need this job!!!”

Ophelia heard the resounding thunk of a shoe hitting the wall and left her door open as she ducked into the bathroom and showered.

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Beatrix heard the strains of Journey as she pushed up from a nice fine dream. Matthew McConaughey and his shirt off...well any way she wanted it was pretty much...yeah. Late? Did Lia just yell about late. Shit!! Not again!!! “I’m up you slave driver!!! Thank goddess that we have seperate bathrooms or I’d be screwed!!” Beatrix bellowed back. Grabbing her work uniform of a white button up tux shirt and black slacks she headed for her bathroom to the strains of the Doors “Hello I Love You”. Thank Goddess that I don’t have to wear that get up that Lia has to wear!! Its bad enough that Lia is stacked enough that she looks like an hourglass but hell she has the body for it. She plays it up well with the glasses she looks like a good girl playing a bad girl.

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Ophelia was just putting her black stiletto heels in her bag as Bea was tapping her oxford wingtips. She had on the red suspenders looking sharp and Ophelia grinned. “You know that is just pushing the dress code.”

Beatrix smirked. “Matches my lipstick. Besides it looks fab on me and I give it a little personal touch. Gotta make sure they don’t confuse me with any of the other bartenders.”

Ophelia raised an eyebrow moving out the door grinning and chuckling. She caught sight of some guys across the way moving in. Twins. Not bad either. “Come on let’s get to work. You sass machine.”

Beatrix locked the door and did a quick glance at the guys Lia was looking at. “Humm two-fer rebound?” She wiggled her eyebrows and motioned to the twins as she walked to the car.

Ophelia blushed and hurried after Bea so as not to get caught staring. “You have the mind of a loose woman Bea.”

“And the face of a saint. Confuses the boys. Besides Lia you have the ‘Sexy Librarian’ thing going on. Plus it doesn’t hurt that we both took dance together. If Nyte found that out we might be working the floor like Fia and Milo.”

They pull up to employee parking lot and get out. They swipe in and rush over to an open computer and find that their stations have been changed. They looked at each other in surprise and shrugged. “The Noir Room? Have you ever been stationed anywhere but the Main Room?” Ophelia looked at Bea.

Bea shrugged and tapped Fia who was a little asian female with green eyes. “Fia hey girl. Question are we dressed decently for the Noir Room?”

Fia looked at them both and shook her head at Ophelia. “You’re fine Bea just need a hat...think Marlene Dietrich. Ophelia needs to grab the Monroe and the opera gloves from the closet. No one is in there yet so you have some time. Nyte got everyone an outfit for each room you guys have just never worked that room. Good luck ladies.” She winked and walked off.

The girls ran for the closet and found a cute top hat and braided Bea’s hair out of the way. Ophelia stared at the famous white dress and heels. She pulled her hair out of the braid that she normally kept it in and swept it back from her face and put it up in a chignon and leaving pieces out curled them in loose spirals that hung in random places. Brushing her back which was now bare. Well there goes my bra. At least the dress has one built in. But I feel like Hilary Swank in that backless dress since that’s where this dress starts. Plus its a halter...great.

The girls walked out of the bathroom and practically walked over Adam.

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Wow. Glad that Oliver told me to switch them over this will convince even the staunchest opposition...well if they like females. “Ladies you look lovely. I hope I’m not over assuming your abilities of dealing with about 15 to 20 guests in the Noir Room.”

Beatrix smirked and shook her head as Ophelia replied, “No sir. We can handle anything.”

Adam nodded and smiled. “Good. This way please.” He lead them to the Noir Room and got them set up behind the bar. He backed off to observe the girls and nodded looking around for Oliver and/or others.

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Ophelia adjusted her neckline for the third time in a ten minute timeframe. “Stop it. You look great and you won’t pull this off if you don’t quit fussing. Reach in there and find that Marilyn that is in there and let her out for tonight.”

Ophelia stuck her tongue out knowing that Bea was right. Sighing she looked over as Milo came in with more liquor. Remi and Bastion were playing and you could hear the band as the door opened. They seemed like they were having a great time. She hoped that Amy who they had pressured to come out tonight was alright. She made a worried face at the door and Bea caught her.

Beatrix sighed and looked at the door. “Amy has to learn sometime how to be independent at some point Mother Lia. Quit henning her and she’d be fine.” Lia shot her a dirty look and she laughed softly holding her hands up like Lia had a gun and said ‘Freeze!!’. “Okay quit henning her so much and she’ll be fine. She might just make a new friend or heaven forbid get a boyfriend.”

Suddenly the door swung in and there was Remi was stalking gracefully to the bar grinning. Beatrix and Ophelia both grinned and waited for Remi to come over to them.

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Adam checked his watch and went to the back of the Main Room trying to blend in and not succeeding but ignoring those around him. He didn’t acknowledge the offers from women and men that he was passing on. None stirred his interest. He waited for Elliot leaning in the center of the wall directly in the back of the Main Room. As he noticed Elliot he pushed off from the wall and met the Warlock with two fingers of a 50 year single malt scotch in a tumbler and a glass of ‘red wine’. He handed over the scotch saying “Hello Elliot. Good of you to come. Scotch? Glenlivet? Fifty year. single malt.”

Remi glanced over at Adam and Eliot as she smiled at her favorite waitress and bartender. She'd felt close to Beatrix and Ophelia, and although living with Beatrix's brother was sometimes a downer, it was helpful when she got out of control; she could tell him to go sleep on Beatrix's couch.

"Congrats for making the Noir Room! Now where's my Gin and Tonic," she told Beatrix as she looked approvingly over at Ophelia, "Nice dress! Wish I could pull that off!!" She looked down at herself, just too much muscle to really make that look good. At least they can't see the hair!

As she took the first sip of her drink, she glanced over at the men talking business. I'd kill to see what they're up to, but I'm just paid to play. Nobody really cares what I do or say, unless I show interest in a guy. She snorted in disgust at her last thought, gulped down the rest of her drink; then looked up at a startled Beatrix and Ophelia.

"Sorry ladies, my mind went wandering down a bad road. I'll be back in here after this last set." She tried to smile at the girls, then grimaced as she realized Adam and Eliot were watching her. She didn't really know Eliot well; but knew by the scent of Magic around him, that he was not one to be messed with. Something's gotta be up if Adam's getting Magic protection. Wander if I should mention to Adam that the band's got a groupie, a Witch groupie at that. Nothing gets past him though, he probably already knows. She gave a short wave to all in the room, before heading through the door and back on stage to play their last set for the evening.

Elliot grinned at Adam as he took the glass. He passed it under his nose before taking a sip. "Excellent. Now, Mr. Nyte, I'm sure you didn't go through all that trouble to get a hold of me just to have a drink. By the time I received your message most of it was unclear. So what can I do for you?"

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Victoria stood in the empty ally a block from the club. She could see the line getting longer and could hear the wonderful music every time the doors opened. She hated being early; the awkward stares and small talk from other mythos were never her forte. She sighed as she started walking towards the club, Might as well get this over with. She paused as she watched a young man and women enter the club. I know that scent, but, what is HE doing here? Something important must be going on. She cautiously approached the bouncers. She could sense his hesitation as he asked for her name. "Victoria Summers." He nervously scanned the list then looked towards her. "I'm sorry but you're not..." "If you're about to say 'not on the list' then you're mistaken. I've been here multiple times PLUS I can see my name clearly from here." She placed a hand on her hip and narrowed her eyes at the attendant. He nodded as he looked again, "Of course...Ms. Summers. Please do forgive me for I did not..." "You're forgiven.....again. Now let me pass, Mr. Nyte must not be kept waiting." She strode past the bouncer and entered the club just as the band was going on break. Walking straight to the VIP room, she ordered a simple club soda and sat in the corner. Fuming she thought, Why does this always happen? Its like I'm just some bad dream everyone wishes to forget. She slowly sipped her drink as she sat in the shadows and watched the ladies at the bar.

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Adam smiled at Elliot “You are correct. I do not just want a drink with a long time friend. I find myself in need of your talents. Please if you would follow me to the Noir Room.” Adam will lead the way through the crowd to the Noir Room and motion Elliot into the bar. “Excuse me I have one more thing to attend to.” Adam excused himself and went out to meet this new waitress. On the way he met Fia. “What do you think of her?”

“She’ll fit in.” Fia seamlessly mixed drinks and poured wine almost seeming to have eight arms.

“Alright then if she passes the interview she gets a crash course in the Noir Room. Tonight. Ophelia and Beatrix need some help. There are more than I planned on showing up.” Adam motioned to Becky and lead her to his office. “So Miss Harrison why Club Nyte?” Adam watched her respond.

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Oliver wandered around the Main Room looking for a quick witted companion to spend some of his hoard on and get a refreshing look at existence. More often than not he did not get the conversation he longed for. Looking over he saw a pleasing form in what one would label “business casual”. The pencil skirt clung in all the right places and her black hair was stark against her white neat button down. Oliver’s eyes zeroed in on the 5 inch heels that she was sporting and grinned. Gotta love a sexy pair of heels. Oliver strolled over to the lady in question and leaned against the bar catching the bartender’s eye. “Scotch, neat.” He got his drink and turned to her and smiled. “Remi plays a mean base. Her solos are the stuff of legends. If you’d like to meet her and the band then you’re in luck they are relaxing in the Noir Room with some hot shot VIPs. Not that they matter, but I’d be happy to slip you in. She’s pretty amazing and meeting her could be the highlight of your evening. Plus I need some good conversation and you look like you’re up to conversing on a level that I’d appreciate. What do you say? You meet Remi. We talk. I cover your tab and you go home safe...and if you want alone.” Oliver smiled harmlessly, or as harmlessly as he could, he was after all a dragon.

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Jamison pushed the curls out of his eyes and sighed as he got up to the entrance to Club Nyte. “Jamison O’Neal.”

The bouncer scanned over his list and highlighted the paper. Supposedly Jamison’s name. “Thank you Mr. O’Neal enjoy your evening.”

“Thanks mate.” Jamison nodded and went inside. He soon saw Oliver chatting up a woman with dark hair and sitting next to her was an adorable little redhead with NERVOUS written all over her. Her hands slightly shaking from all the people around her. His heart melted a little in sympathy he wasn’t big on crowds either. He much prefered the solitude that the ocean provided. He decided to do the little skittish filly a favor. Boost her confidence a little if she took it the right way. Jamison walked over to the petite redhead and tapped her on the shoulder so that she’d look at him. As she looked up into his eye his breath caught and he saw her eyes were the color of the ocean. He was stupefied for a moment and tried to recover his wits and all he could come up with was… “Lass you’ve beautiful eyes. The color of the waves off the Isle of Man in bright sunshine.” His accent thick and seemingly a blend of Irish, English and Scottish accents all in one. His voice was like water over rocks in a steam and the comment was so low that only she could hear it. He smiled genuinely and pointed to her drink. “You set me on fire lass I might need to put myself out. Ya see a sunbeam put the torch to me. A Sunbeam disguised as a fairy queen. But ya canna fool me I know a sunbeam when I see one.”

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Bastion blew his hair out of his face and glanced over at the blonde groupie that he caught the name of earlier. Valarie. She was pretty hot and she looked like she needed a drink to cool her down. He grinned at her and strutted over. “Hey Val want a drink? I know a kick ass bartender in a room that isn’t so crowded and loud. Wanna come? I’m buying.” He flashed a lady killer grin at her.