Tasha and Trina go out for a night of clubbing where they run into a familiar face.
<Tasha_Forge> 4RPG ON!
<Shades> (( Yay! ))
<Trina_Korat> ::so has drug Tasha to a club! Hoi!::
<Shades> ::is doing her DJ Magic! Woohoo betta recongize fools. Some random club, is decently crowded. Place is like your complete average clubs, a bar, a huge dance floor and tables and booths scattered all over::
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<Trina_Korat> ((Kay-o! Nights!))
<Tashyra_Forge> ((ugh..got booted))
<Tashyra_Forge> ::Evil! is drug! in some jeans and a baggy sweater and boots!:: Hans is going to kill me….
<Tashyra_Forge> ((maww missed him!))
<Trina_Korat> <Trina_Korat> ::so has drug Tasha to a club! Hoi!::
<Trina_Korat> <Shades> ::is doing her DJ Magic! Woohoo betta recongize fools. Some random club, is decently crowded. Place is like your complete average clubs, a bar, a huge dance floor and tables and booths scattered all over::
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<Trina_Korat> ::snorks:: What Hans doens’t know won’t hurt ‘im.,
<Tashyra_Forge> yeah but it could hurt me when he gets home and I’m not there. ::grins. going into the club:: And don’t let me drink tonight. Doc says no for a while.
<Shades> ::is wearing black leather pants, a cut off tank top and stripey armwarmers. Hair’s up in a ponytail and has goggles pulled up to rest on her forehead. Heavy makeup and wearing her DJ headphones around her neck::
<Trina_Korat> Ain’t letting you. ::dancing some as they walk in::
<Tashyra_Forge> ::snickers, watching her. leans over to bump her with a hip:: So what possessed you to drag me out here anyway?
<Trina_Korat> The fact that the two of us always seem to be locked in the house?
<Tashyra_Forge> oh! you mean that married she-kat thing? You are married and I almost am?
<Trina_Korat> Exactly.
<Tashyra_Forge> ahh gotcha. ::Drags Trinakins out to the dancefloor to dance!::
<Trina_Korat> ::laughs, is in jeans and a black tee with her hair down and boots::
<Tashyra_Forge> ::goes out and dances!::
<Shades> <other dancing patrons>::having a grand ole time. Come dance with us and act da fool::
<Trina_Korat> ::dances with::
<Shades> (( ::brain goes, WOOOOOOTTTTOGJOE:: ))
<Shades> ::all sorts of random conversations are taking place with a few words here and there being understandable, which is pretty darn annoying. And makes for much confusion if you try to listen past the loud music playing::
<Tashyra_Forge> ::dancedance!:: how’d that bust go the other night you and Joe did?
<Trina_Korat> ::notices the DJ, frowns some, thinking she’s seen her before:: Well… coulda been better. ::dancedance::
<Tashyra_Forge> what happened?
<Shades> ::smirking, is about to come to a break soon, has a programmed five song roll over coming up soon. Even DJ’s need refreshment::
<Trina_Korat> We got recognized.
<Tashyra_Forge> uh oh. well I see you two werent hurt anyway.
<Trina_Korat> Almost, tho’..
<Tashyra_Forge> what happened then? come on. Details.
<Shades> ::over the sound system:: Hey freaks and geeks, I’m going off for a break so enjoy this rotation and I shall be back in a few songs. ::gives the ‘rock on’ sign and removes her headphones and hops down from the booth as a new song starts up::
<Trina_Korat> ::perks her ears, frowns at the voice::
<Trina_Korat> Well… ::tells her;;
<Shades> ::weaves her way through the dancers, grinning at some and winking at some of the guys. Hay she can look! Making her way to the bar::
<Tashyra_Forge> Yikes! Thats not good at all. ::notes her frown:: what is it?
<Trina_Korat> I dunno… something about the DJ’s voice…
<Tashyra_Forge> ::looks over at the DJ as she goes by to see if she recognises her, though doesn’t::
<Shades> ::ends up walking past the two women, if their muns want XD::
<Trina_Korat> :Shua!::
<Shades> ::Looks at the two women, but won’t recongize them. The lights are too low for her to get enough detail for it. Ends up at the bar and orders a whiskey sour::
<Tashyra_Forge> recognise her?
<Trina_Korat> ::frowns:: No…
<Tashyra_Forge> huh..no telling. As many people as we meet at the HQ
<Shades> ::hangs out at the bar for alittle bit, sipping her drink and doing idle chit chat with the bartender. Soon enough heads back towards her DJ booth. Will go the same route she used earlier::
<Shades> (( I’m not too great at the plot throwing tonight ladies ^^; ))
<Tashyra_Forge> ((Well you could always have her recognise Trina or something?))
<Trina_Korat> ((Anything works, hon. Its’ random,
<Shades> ((I was thinking of that actually <3))
<Trina_Korat> “as we go” plotting. XD :beats Enter button:))
<Shades> ((Cool. It’s been a while since I’ve remotely run anything))
<Shades> ::once she gets close to a duo of women she stops. The light is just right that something seems familiar. Stops a few steps away from Trina and Tasha::
<Trina_Korat> ::nods: Yeah, I know… ::gets out of the dance floor and goes to a table::
<Tashyra_Forge> ::follows after her when she goes!:: you want a milk or something?
<Shades> ::follows the two women towards the bar::
<Trina_Korat> Sure. Skim.
<Tashyra_Forge> alright. I got it. ::makes way to bar from their table to grab a coupla milks from the bartender::
<Shades> ::weights her choices. Has two songs left on her rotation track before she has to man the DJ booth again. She could go choose to harass those two. BUT something tells her this could result in a very stupid move. But she’s too cocky fer her own good. Goes back to the bar, in hopes one of the two oddly familiar women will end up coming to her side of it. Is the only real breathable space there::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes the DJ again, thinkthinking. Knows she can’t arrest her without evidence and she’s off duty::
<Tashyra_Forge> ::Will grab her milk and go back to the table with Trina:: hey, ‘scuse me a moment. ::heads over to the she-kats room!::
<Tashyra_Forge> ((as I need to go pass out. Got work in the morning early. ::hugloafs;: Nights you guys!))
<Shades> ((Sure! Nighty night sweets ))
<Trina_Korat> ((Night bebbeh! ::loafs::))
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<Trina_Korat> ::as Tasha goes to call Hans and such, finally stands up and strolls over to the bar::
<Shades> ::is now sitting at the bar, sipping her drink. Motions to the bartender to give her a refill. He goes to make her another and she just stares at the mirror behind the bar, keeping an eye out for anyone trying to sneak up on her::
<Trina_Korat> ::goes lean against the bar:: Great choice of music tonight.
<Shades> ::raised an eyebrow and glances over at the she kat next to her:: Oh? Thanks. Figured the crowd would like a change of pace.
<Shades> <Why the heck does she seem familiar? Maybe it’s just one of those voices. Like the movie announcer guy. Too many alike voices.>
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes her drink now:: So this is what you do for a living?
<Shades> ::half shrug, finishes her drink:: Pretty much. Besides sleeping and avoiding getting my picture taken. That steals your SOUL I tell you! ::Shakes fist for added glory::
<Trina_Korat> ::snorks!:: <Funny.>
<Shades> ::smirks:: What you do for a living? You don’t own like a thousand chinese tea pots or something do you?
<Trina_Korat> ::chuckles:: Naw. I’m just an average perky house-wife.
<Shades> Never tried that whole marriage and the home life. Would drive me crazy. ::glances at her DJ booth, and some dancers close to the bar. Is she paranoid? Most likely::
<Trina_Korat> It’s not too bad once you get used to it.
<Shades> I’ll take your word for it. <bartender>::Comes over, gives Shades her fresh drink:: <Shades> You want something … Miss?
<Trina_Korat> I’m fine, thanks.
<Shades> Suit yourself. ::is more a social drinker then anything else:: I didn’t catch your name.
<Shades> (( <Trina> That’s cause I didn’t give it! Neener neener. You’re not worthy! <Shades> =__= ))
<Trina_Korat> Kat.
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Shades> Kat eh?
<Trina_Korat> Yup. My parents weren’t too creative.
<Shades> DJ Night :3 ::offers hand to shake::
<Trina_Korat> Pleasure to meet you. ::shakes hand!::
<Shades> (( <Shades>::Big sniff:: you smell like….. Pringles and Dr. Pepper. <Trina> …. You’re insane. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!:: <Trina> I ate Cheetos and drank Pepsi, thank you. ))
<Shades> (( <3 ))
<Shades> Try having my mother. She had some crazy idea to name me after a poisonous flower.
<Trina_Korat> Flower?
<Shades> ::does finger quotes:: Nightshade. I was later made fun of by being called Deady Nightshade.
<Shades> Which is also the name of a color used in some gothy hair dye products.
<Shades> *Deadly Nightshade
<Trina_Korat> Really? I’ve never heard of it.
<Shades> Maybe it’s just a poison and not a flower. ::tilts her head, looking to be lost in thought::
<Trina_Korat> Well, it’s an interesting name.
<Shades> Thanks. <Okay, she just has one of those voices. Crap that’s the last song on my rotation!>
<Trina_Korat> Well, I won’t keep you. I better go see if my friend is alright. ::smiles:: Nice talking to you.
<Shades> Right, have a fun rest of your night, Kat.
<Shades> ::gets up from her seat and heads back to the DJ Booth::
<Trina_Korat> Thank, you too. ::heads off: