mightbeconcussed | ★ 54 [Open Action]

[Derek really just came in for a drink and is surprised to see Lucy on stage. Beer in hand, he's grinning at her as she comes off stage after her show.]

Never said you had that kind of talent.

[She flips her hair over her shoulder. It's a wig and shrugs.]

Thanks. Buy a girl a drink?

Name your poison, genius girl.

[He reaches over to pull her chair out for her so she can take a seat with him at the table]

[She sits down next to him, crossing her legs.]

Mint Julep. So did you enjoy the show?

[Derek orders her a mint julep and then settles back in his seat.] Yeah it was pretty cabaret, like old style cabaret. And you obviously know what you're doing.

That's the best kind. I mean...it's sexy and it's fun and it's like all the foreplay. Who doesn't like foreplay?

[How many drinks has she had? Five? Six? Seven? She's lost count. But the moment Lucy is done Jill is the girl at the bar screaming the loudest with a thunderous applause. What can she say? Alcohol makes her just that much more open and uninhibited.]

[Lucy knows that screaming. She comes off the stage, stopping at a couple of tables to say hi to 'customers' before heading to the bar.]

Having fun Jilly Bean?

[Jill finishes her cranberry vodka sour off and asks the tender for the other one by leaning halfway over the bar and talking into his ear before sitting back on her stool. She nods emphatically at Lucy.]

This is me totally not being a lesbian but you look hot up there. When did you learn to dance like that?

[She laughs, lifts one shoulder and grin.] It's the stage lights.

Remember the class I took? It just sort of...came to me. [Which means it's probably a curse. Oh well.]

No it isn't. I'd be totally washed out and pastey with the stage lights. It's just you. [She waves a hand at the stage, ever the number one fan of Lucy.] Plus that dancing was way more than that class. You have talent.

And I'm only half naked out there. [She waggles her eyebrows, teasing Jill and then orders a mint julep when the bartender comes back.]

[Neil is working-- he has a stash to get rid of an money to make, so he's supposed to be focused on the crowd, looking for stupid kids on vacation and elite-types with more money than they know what to do with. But it's difficult not to get distracted by what's going on on-stage. Really difficult. So he catches the tail-end of the show, and lurks by the stage afterwards. Everybody needs a break now and then, right?]

[She catches sight of him lurking when she walks off the stage. She smiles at him as she reaches out, a hand going to his forearm. It's not hard to guess what he does judging by the way he's dressed.]

Enjoy the show?

Sure did. [He pulls back the hood of his grey sweatshirt to get a better look at her, eyeliner-ringed eyes taking her in, less than discretely.] Quite the show.

[Well she should hope he's looking. The pose-hand going to her hip, weight on her back foot so that her hip is cocked out, other foot pointed to show off her legs-is clearly staged for someone to look. One corner of Lucy's mouth quirks up in a grin. The eyeliner is a look and half of her kind of thinks he's rocking it.] That's what I was going for.

[She lets her mouth fall into a pout.] Buy a girl a drink? I've been on my feet all night long.

[He wasn't expecting that, but he'll sure as hell go with it. He places a hand on her back and starts guiding her towards the bar.] Sure thing. Could get ya something stronger, too, if you're interested.

[Well that's interesting. She pegged him accurately at least. She lets him guide her toward the bar and orders a bourbon on the rocks.] How much stronger? And what's it going to cost me?

Depends what you're into. And after a show like that, I think you've earned yourself a cut rate.

[She grins at him, tongue touching the tip of her upper lip.]

Tonight just got a lot more fun.

[He gives her a devilish look.] You ever do cactus?

Unless you mean step on one of the prickly, pokey things, nope. Is it fun? You know if you roofie me, axe murder me and drop me out in the desert my boss will hunt you down and kill you, right?

[It's just a warning and an empty one but Jace and Cas might.]

Don't worry, not gonna roofie you. Not my style.

It's amazing stuff. My best seller. Make sure you're not expected to go on stage for a while after you take it, though. 'Cause, after that, you're kiiiiinda not gonna.

[Somehow, she believes him even with the guy liner.] Kinda not gonna in what way? And I'm done for the night.

Not gonna as in, you'll pretty much be out of your head. [He smirks.] Some people call it a religious experience.

Well color me sold.

[He gets an idea in this head now, and lays it out slowly, trying to play it cool.]

Y'know, I hardly even us, myself. Except on special occasions. But if you wanted some company on your trip, we could call it a special occasion and I'll waive the price completely.

[A grin curves Lucy's lips and she arches an eyebrow.]

Let me change out of my costume.

[Dulcie is watching from the wings, and gives Lucy the thumbs up as she leaves the stage.]

[Lucy gives Dulcie a big grin and waves at her. She stops at a couple of customer tables along the way, chit chatting before she finally reaches Dulcie's table with a half empty drink. She plops down in the seat next to her.]

Are you up pretty soon?

At nine.

Tired?

More sore feet than tired.

[Dulcie peeks down at Lucy's slightly insane heels.]

Jesus, lady. No wonder. I'm out of my stage shoes as soon as I'm done.

[She nudges Lucy with the toe of her Docs.]

[Lucy points her toes.] They're pretty and they make my legs look long. Besides, if I drink a little more I won't feel my feet.

[Big smile]

Fine, fine, I can take a hint.

[Dulcie slings an arm around Lucy's waist and walks them to the bar.]

Was that your last show tonight?

Yup. I'm a free bird the rest of the night. [She puts her arm around Dulcie's waist and leans against her as they walk to the bar.] You?

After my show's done at 11. Wanna meet me at The Leopard right after? I have tomorrow off and feel like celebrating.

Sounds like a plan. I'm going to see if I can score us some good stuff.

I knew there was a reason I kept you around!

[Dulcie gestures to the bartender for two of their usuals. She digs into her jacket pocket and pulls out a cigarette.]

Want one?

[Lucy wrinkles her nose and shakes her head.] No thanks. I can never get the smell out of my clothes.

[Dulcie lights up and takes a long, happy drag.]

Fair enough. I just have to maintain my trademark singing voice.

Maintain away. [She takes a sip of her drink.] Good crowd tonight.

Not bad. No one came to my manager and complained about me spraying water on them.

Always a good thing. I'd think they'd want to get wet. I mean come on.

I'm sure 50% of the audience was managing fine on their own, too.

[Modesty? What is this?]

At least.

[It's not necessary is what it is!]

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