2020-09-17: Of Porn Wizards, Black Pearls, and Sexy Hogwarts

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Of Porn Wizards, Black Pearls, and Sexy Hogwarts
A series of chance meetings lead to an impromptu drinking party, viewing pleasure, and intellectual discussion on a variety of topics. Including Sexy Hogwarts.
IC Date September 17th, 2020
IC Time Late afternoon
Players Adeline, Caelan, Naomi, Skye, and Vivian Starr
Location Body Shots
Spheres Mortal

Body Shots(#17301RAM)

The sights and sounds one is greeted with when first stepping into this club can be overwhelming to the uninitiated. A deep thumping bass beat is usually found accompanying any music. And there is almost always music playing for that matter. Always something with a driving beat that can be danced to.

From the entrance, which comes down a hallway to the barred cashier's window where cover charges are collected, one steps through a door on their right and into the club proper. This puts one on the far left end of the front wall. To the right of the entrance is a wall made up of mirrors going down to the far end of the room where a large bar stands. In the center of the room are black curtains hanging in a conical formation down to cover a circular set of cushioned seats, like a round love-seat. Dim lights hang inside these curtains, which are usually open so that those seated there can see the stage. However, these -can- be closed for private lap-dances. As private as it gets with nothing but a curtain giving said privacy.

The main stage, across from the mirrors, is large and has no less than three separate poles from stage to ceiling. There are two curtained doorways in the back of the stage that lead to the backstage area. But the -vast- majority of the time, there will be one, if not more, very attractive young women on stage dancing in any state of undress from underwear down to totally nude. Yes folks, this is a strip club in the classic sense in that the dancers take it all off.

Bobbing her head to the thumping music, Vivian steps into Body Shots. She's become something of a regular now, it would seem, as the blonde actually greets a few of the girls as she passes by and raises a hand to the bartender who is already fixing her a drink. She slips into the seat at the bar and drums her fingers on the counter in time with the beat of the music, lips curled up into a small Cheshire smile.

Relaxing on one of those stools at the bar is another regular of the strip club, Caelan Flynn who some of the girls have figured out by now has a small amount of fame. Though by this point, any fanfare he might have earned from that seems to have faded away, leaving him as just another regular. As Vivian enters the place though, with his back leaning against the bar and a drink in hand, Caelan is likely too distracted by one of the girls who very intentionally bends forward in front of him, helping another customer at a table, and showing off her assets quite nicely for both him, and the patron she is helping at that table. So, he doesn't quite notice Vivian's arrival just yet.

Caelan might be a bit too distracted to notice, but not Vivian. Well, at least not after she gets her drink which is deposited in front of her by the bartender. Mm, rum and coke. She takes a sip as she looks around the club before her gaze settles on the author in question. A bright grin graces her features as the blonde lets out a cheery, "Drinkin' buddy!" Her eyes flicker from Caelan to the girl delivering drinks at the table nearby and back and she smiles sheepishly. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know you were engaged in window shopping with Sharlene."

When Vivian arrives nearby, Caelan peeks back over at her, peeling his gaze reluctantly away from Sharlene's back side. "Oh, hey!" He offers cheerfully towards Vivian, his lips curling with even more delight as he lifts his drink up towards her. "Porn wizard!" He says with a playful chuckle, and then wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. "Alright, so that sounded more... Innocent in my head than when I said it." He offers, and then brings his drink to his lips for a light sip. "What's up?"

A cascade of hearty laughter bubbles out from the blonde before she grins broadly, amusement crinkling her eyes. "'Porn Wizard'?" she says through giggles, "That's a new one. I like it. Fear my Magic Boob Missile! Bow to my majestic Whip and Chain Lightening!" She takes a sip of her drink and rolls her shoulders in a shrug, "Eh, I'm not innocent, so it suits me fine. As for me..." she raises her glass, "... just came for a drink. I like this place. Nice and cheap, but the drinks aren't that badly watered down. And the view's nice!" she motions over to Sharlene who has moved a bit further along the tables. "The music can be a bit much, though. How about you? How's life treating a famous author?"

While Vivian laughs about his poor joke, Caelan laughs too, happily and fully as she counters the joke. "Now see, in my head magic missile should come from a wand you grip tightly and play with until the magic happens." He teases back at her, and then winks. "And how can someone say not to whip and chain lightening?" He says, and then laughs again. "So, the intended -meaning- was that you have a high intelligence, when it comes to porn. So, wizard. Porn wizard." He defends with a lingeringly playful grin on his lips as his gaze sweeps back out to Sharlene. "Oh yeah, I love this place. One of the best places to get a drink, though I've been visiting Club Extacy a lot too." He offers, and peeks back at her. "Pretty good. Getting ready to publish another of my books. Mmm, and as I recall, I owe you some drinks for helping me get off." He says, and then grins playfully as he decides to leave it at though, rather than offer an explanation as to how she helped that happen.

"A wand with a suspiciously bulbous head at one end?" Vivian asks, lips twitching in amusement, "Nah, I think that'd be a Grease Wand. Except it wouldn't be the grease spell." And then another full-on grin graces the short-haired blonde's features.

Taking another sip of her drink, she bobs her head in understanding. "Yeah, I figured it was something like that," she says, "But the notion of a DnD wizard with a porn motif is just simply hilarious to me. Now -that- is something that should be in your books. A modern magician of porn." She collapses into a fit of giggles again, eventually silencing it with another pull from her glass. After a moment she purses her lips in thought. "Oh, yeah, you mentioned Club Extacy before, right? A fetish club? Haven't been there myself. Maybe I should stop by sometime just to check it out."

An expression of mild confusion reigns on Vivian's features for a moment at the being owed drinks for getting the author off before understanding dawns and her eyes widen. "Oh, you took my porn advice?" she says grinning, "Awesome! I'm glad it worked out for you! Was it the lesbian stuff?"

At that, Caelan laughs happily and nods his head in agreement for her, his lips curled into a delighted expression as he brings his drink up to his lips. Though just before he takes a drink, he has to stop himself, chuckling and giggling happily at her grease spell joke. "That's fair. But the wand comes in various different sizes, depending on how hard the wood is that you have." He teases back, chuckling more and still unable to drink his drink for a moment. As she seems to understand the intention of the joke, he nods his head in agreement. "Hey, there is already one author who writes erotic horror novels. I'm sure he'd take it as an increase in competition if I started to include tentacles and butt stuff." He offers, and then laughs happily.

It's the confusion he was going for here, and as it seems to work, he laughs happily and nods his head in agreement. "Oh yeah. Definitely." He offers, grinning warmly back at her. "Now, do I owe you a drink for each time I got off because of your advice, or...?" He starts, and then pauses for dramatic effect. "Because if so, you're about to get completely hammered. And yeah, it was the lesbian stuff, definitely. Something about two girls going at it that just... Drives me wild."

"Whether it be a hard oak or softwood, huh?" Vivian states, amusement still clear on her face, "Material components matter! Depending on the DM and edition, of course." A lopsided grin forms on Vivian's features and she rolls her shoulders in a shrug, "Eh, the competition might force him to get better. But I can understand professional courtesy." A rumbling chuckle falls from the blonde's lips as she takes another sip of her drink, "Though where the whole tentacle thing would come into play, I'm not sure. Unless it was set in Chinatown or Japan or something. Or an anime convention."

More laughter bubbles up from the blonde and she shakes her head, grinning, "Well, I wouldn't say no to -more free drinks-, but I wouldn't want to take advantage of your hospitality, either. However much you decide is proper recompense for my humble advice is good. I'm honestly just glad I was able to sate the desire. Not often I get to employ my porn knowledge in the pursuit of making the world a better place, even if only for one person." She raises her glass in salute and takes a deep draw from it, letting out a sigh of happiness.

Vivian purses her lips in thought, looking around the interior of Body Shots briefly before turning her attention back to her drinking buddy and grinning. "Y'know, I'm -sure- you can probably get a show with two the girls here. I don't know if it's on the 'menu', so to speak, but I'm reasonably certain they wouldn't turn down the cash." She punctuates the sentence with an impish wink.

"Oh yeah, hardness and length of the wood definitely matters." Caelan replies towards Vivian with another deep and playful laugh, shaking his head lightly before he finally manages to take another sip from his drink. Though as speaks about his competition, he just chuckles more. "See, I was trying to stay away from Twilight sort of material, hence the very limited romantic or sensual aspects in my novels." He informs her with another chuckle, then shrugs a shoulder. "There is always room for tentacles and butt stuff."

As she continues about getting free drinks, and then helping him with her porn knowledge, his grin grows, and his gaze sweeps around the room to spy Sherlene as she makes her way out onto the stage, and removes her bra. Then there is that familiar tall, pale skinned red headed girl, now walking about the room as though she were looking for someone to give a lap dance too. "Oh, you think so?" He offers back to her, about getting two girls to give him a show, his gaze reluctantly peeling off of the red head to peek back at her. "I might check it out... If you tag along with me. Free drinks and a free lap dance?"

A grimace spreads over Vivian's features and she nods in agreement. "Ugh, yeah. Stay away from the Twilight shtick. I'm sure there's -plenty- of other authors out there trying to ape the bizarre success of those books. I mean, I get it, sex sells and all and there's plenty of lonely housewives and teen girls who want a bit of slick-fodder, but geez. Why -Twilight-? There's so much better stuff out there if you just want to clam-jam to some hot guys mooning over a supposedly awkward and plain girl."

Vivian's gaze follows Caelan's as he spies that familiar redhead. "Oh, it's Ruby Diamond," she says before pausing, "Did we ever figure out her actual show name?" Then her eyebrows arch and she turns her attention back to the man at the offer of tagging along for a lapdance. Laughter bubbles up from the blonde as she scratches her cheek sheepishly, "Y'know, that's pretty tempting, actually, assuming you're being serious. Again, probably not something on the menu, but I'm sure they get couples in here on occasion." She tilts her head to one side, "Are you sure you wouldn't mind someone you barely know joining you for such an occasion?"

"Yeah, that's not really the kind of material I'd ever want to be found writing." Caelan informs Vivian with a light shake of his head, and then a gentle roll of his shoulder. "I mean, clam-jam and slick-fodder is all good and well, yeah, like you said... But Twilight is better used as toilet paper." He decides, and then he grins at her question.

"I still have no idea. I thought it was a gemstone, so probably Ruby. Or hell, it could be like, June or something. Or Rose." He speculates wildly, shrugging a shoulder, and then he chuckles as he peeks back at her, rolling a shoulder loosely in a dismissive shrug. "I wouldn't be bothered by it at all, no. It'd just be all that much more hot for me, if nothing else, watching a cute girl such as yourself being teased and all." He says coolly, bringing his drink to his lips for a light sip. "Three beautiful girls, two half naked teasing and dancing... Oh yeah, I'm all for it."

Vivian's shoulders jitter as she tries to suppress laughter. "Better used as toilet paper, huh?" she says grinning broadly, "I'll have to remember that one. Accurate and cutting at the same time." She shrugs, "Still, the woman made a mint with the books, so I have to give her credit for that if nothing else. She somehow tapped into the zeitgeist of the time and managed to exploit it all the way to the bank."

"I suppose we could find out," Vivian says eyeing the redhead speculatively, "Though this would be your rodeo, so you get to chose the fillies." The blonde lets out a bark of laughter, her cheeks pinking with a wry smile forming on her lips. "Cute girl, huh?" she says, "Considering the caliber of women around Prospect, that's quite some flattery sir!" Trilling laughter falls from her lips as she considers. "Well, I wouldn't say no. But didn't you say you have a girlfriend? She might be okay with you going to strip clubs, but sharing a couple with a female drinking buddy might go over the line."

"Yeah, that's fair. She's doing a lot better financially than I am, at any rate." Caelan observes, grinning softly and then rolling a shoulder. "Maybe there's a point to this clam-jam novel concept after all." He says, and then chuckles a bit. As she offers for him to pick the fillies, he chuckles and peeks out around the room a moment, and then shrugs a shoulder. "I pick Ruby Rose Diamond for me. You get to pick who you want with you. Fair?" He offers and then he nods his head. "I do have a girlfriend, but that doesn't stop us from exploring others. Our boundaries are a bit different than most couples, I suppose. As long as I get permission, nothing is off the table, really. And this is far from needing to even ask for permission."

"Oh, there's definitely something to it," Vivian states, grinning, "Bodice-rippers have been a favorite for horny women since the nineteenth century at least. Probably earlier, but they weren't as widely printed, I don't think." She shrugs, raising her glass to take a drink, "The history of information technology is the history of porn. Everything from the original spoken word up through the internet was first used for military or commercial tasks, then almost immediately became a medium for expressing porn. It's really quite fascinating how consistently this holds."

The blonde purses her lips, eyes looking over the variety of beauties on display with a judicious gaze. "Sounds fair," she says then turns fully towards her drinking buddy, face suddenly turning serious for once. "But I'm going to level with you, Mister Flynn. I'm honestly not comfortable doing something like that and not telling your girlfriend first." She raises her hand, "Yeah, it's pretty innocent all things considered, and maybe you're right that this wouldn't be crossing any lines, but people tend to get a bit weird about sex, so I want to absolutely be clear on certain things. So, how about this..." Her grin returns and she winks, "Why don't I meet your girl at some point and we can chat a bit. If she says she's fine with it, then lapdance it is! Hell, maybe all -three- of us can get a lapdance! Make it a party!" She smiles, raising her glass again in salute, "So, raincheck?"

"That's true." Caelan accepts, sweeping his gaze out towards the rest of the room, eagerly taking in the sights of the girls move around the room, working their bodies to suggest or entice patrons, taking some back for lap dances, and others dancing on the stage to have cash thrown towards them. "Porn and sexuality has always been an impactful and important part of social development over the centuries. It kind of blows the way it has turned out over the generations though, with this awkward puritest bullshit that seems to chastize women for having a sexuality..." He observes softly. "But yeah, you're definitely right."

When she takes the suggestion and turns it serious, to turn him down, he peeks back at her and nods in agreement, his own expression rather serious. "That's fair. I'm not one hundred percent that she'll be ready for a meeting, per se." He observes thoughtfully, and then sweeps his gaze out towards the rest of the room. "She's a rather busy woman, so normally I just tell her the name of someone I want to fuck and she gets back with me. She's a protective woman like that, wanting to make sure I'm safe and all, and not getting murdered or robbed."

"It blew my mind in highschool when I learned there were pornographic papyrus scrolls found dating back to ancient Egypt," Vivian states with a wink and grinning, "The monocle-popping archaeologists at the time just quietly shuffled those discoveries away into dark drawers in museums until they were rediscovered in the seventies, I think." She shrugs her shoulders lightly, "Yeah, it sucks that sexuality had been frowned upon for a lot of modern history. Restricting sex makes a lot of sense, though, when one doesn't have access to genetic testing or prophylactics that can prevent disease. The disease part is obvious, but since property flowed based on genetic linage, the easiest way to keep wealth in the family was just to not screw a lot of people. With birth control, condoms, and genetic testing, those reasons are pretty much technologically obsolete, but societies move slow. It'll take a while for it to adjust to modern considerations."

"Good for her," Vivian states, grinning broadly, "Definitely a good idea to be safe. Sounds like she's treating you right." The blonde pauses, pursing her lips, "Well, if it can't be a face-to- face meeting, maybe just a Zoom call? Or even a phone conversation. I just really want to make sure everything is cool is all. Not that I don't trust you or anything, but miscommunications can happen. It's better to get info right from the source if possible."

"Yeah, I vaguely remember something along those lines, but I didn't pay much attention to history class, and I didn't go to college, being a self made author and all." Dalvin explains towards Vivian bringing the dark beverage in his hand up to his lips for a light sip. Then he nods an agreement towards Vivian as she progresses the conversation about restricting sexuality. "I think apart of the problem for me is that it has become such a conversation about morality. I mean there are the obvious sexuality restrictions, mostly regarding consent, minors and animals... But the latter two really just doubles back to the former any way." He muses openly. "But it also seems so negatively stacked against women being proactive in their sexuality, and being the.... I guess, dominant force in that regards, otherwise they'll be titled a 'slut'. Which is absolute bullshit."

Seated at the bar, both with a drink in hand is Caelan Flynn, and Vivivan, apparently talking about sexuality and drinking in the middle of a strip club. As she provides her response to his suggestion though, he softly nods his head in understanding for her. "She's a very caring woman, definitely. But yeah, I'll have a chat with her, and see what can be worked out. Who knows, she's said before she was open to something.... Along the lines of what you're suggestion, though not quite so tame as that." He teases, granting her a playful wink.

Naomi makes her way through the crowds, though unlike the other strippers who are out in the main club, she doesn't stop and flirt with the various patrons. Instead, she heads straight to the bar, leaning across it and calling to the bartender "Hey, can I get a quick shot? Onstage in a bit." Only then does she glance to the side, blinking as she catches sight of Caelan "Oh... hey there."

"Not a college grad here, either," Vivian states, pointing to herself with a faint smirk, "Enlisted in the army right after highschool. And after that was in the PMC line of work, so..." she shrugs her shoulders, "... Not much room for sit-down academics when you're traveling the world running security or putting down rebels."

The short-haired blonde does arch an eyebrow at the comment about minors and animals. "I don't think that's a question of -morality-, so much as philosophy," she says, "Minors and animals aren't included as possible sex partners because they are assumed not to have the ability to even give informed consent. And for the most part, that's demonstrably true." The blonde shrugs, finishing off her drink and placing the glass back on the table, "There's some wiggle room in there for teenagers. I'm not so old yet that I forget the surging hormones and down-to-fuck horniness of that age and I don't regret any of the liaisons that happened in my youth. But there are also folks who can pray on the lingering naivete, so keeping it within three years of age seems an okay solution. It's not a -perfect- classification by any means; hell, I'm sure you know some adults who probably seem like they can't give informed consent. But I think that on the whole it's better than no restrictions at all."

Trilling laughter bubbles out of the blonde at Caelan's 'not-so-tame' comment, Vivian's cheeks flushing a bit as she winks back. "Hey, I have a few friends-with-benefits in town. Wouldn't mind another one or two."

Vivian's attention is taken when Naomi steps up to the bar and addresses Caelan, the blonde checking out the other woman and giving pursed lips of approval. "Ma'am," she says with an acknowledging nod and a smile, though since she spoke to Caelan, Vivian says no more.

When Naomi arrives, Caelan's attention is very easily stolen by her, his lips curling into delight for her approach as she makes her way to the bar nearer to him and Vivian. "Hey you." He offers, granting her a teasing wink. "Didn't notice me at first?" He offers, his tone suggesting he is being playful, rather than in anyway offended should she be busy. Then he gestures over towards Vivian, and peeks between the two. "Have you met Vivian?" He offers, peeking back at Vivian. "This is..." There is a pause, and he has to force himself to remember her stripper name. "The Black Pearl. Wonderful girl. You'll love her. Can do some amazing things on stage."

Though he nods his head softly when she begins to discuss the differences between informed consent, and how there may be wiggle room with teenagers. Though for all of that, he seems to skip past, not addressing the topic to instead grin as she mentions being available for more friends-with-benefits, and he laughs happily. "I have a few of those as well. Actually, far more in prospect than I ever would have guessed I might have." He says with a chuckle. "Which, I suppose is on account of me being always open for new partners." He mentions, grinning as he leans back into his seat comfortably.

Naomi grins a little "Sorry, I was kinda hurrying. If I want to get to the bar I gotta beeline for it or I'll get stopped by a client, and it's bad policy to turn 'em away at that point." She picks up the shot as the bartender serves it, swigging half of it down in one go. Her eyes flicker toward Vivian, glancing the woman over in turn, before giving a wry little smile. "Jeez, do I look like a Ma'am? Might need to add some more makeup, huh..." she winks at the blonde before replying "Nice to meetcha." She certainly doesn't seem to make any objection to being ogled by either of them.

"Don't think I've had the pleasure ma'am," Vivian states with a wide, cheery grin and offering up a hand to Naomi as Caelan introduces her, "The Black Pearl? Nice. Another gemstone. Or at least precious valuable. Seems to be a theme around here." A beat. "Except for Sharlene for some reason."

A sheepish smile spreads over Vivian's features at the teasing pout about the whole 'ma'am' thing. "Sorry, Ms. Pearl," she says, "Old army habit, I guess. Trust me, you look -amazing-." She punctuates the statement with a wink.

She looks at Caelan and snaps her fingers. "I know, right?!" she exclaims, "You'd think with all the utterly gorgeous folk wandering around Prospect that they'd all only have eyes for each other. But I haven't gotten as much action as I do here in -months-. Hell, maybe in my life!" She grins broadly and gives a wink to each of the others in turn, "I love Prospect. Great food, great weather, and great company."

Of course, Caelan isn't going to let the opportunity to watch Naomi's chest while the conversation goes on, and the attention is away from him while the two girls talk, his lips curled with an obviously delighted smile as he brings his drink to his lips for a deep sip. Which is where his focus is when Vivian looks back at him, and he chuckles, peeking back up towards her, nodding his head in agreement. "And great sex, too!" He says with a laugh. "Seriously though, I do love this city. I've lost count how many times I've been laid, and in how many different positions." He chuckles.

Naomi smiles wryly "The city is... something, alright." She murmurs, something thoughtful flickering in her eyes for a moment. Then she flashes another bright smile, nodding at Viv "Ahh, I get it. Well, I'll take the compliment. You can salute me any time" she returns the playful wink and drinks down the rest of her whiskey, grimacing a little at the burn. She lightly adjusts her choker, murmuring "Well, I should be hitting the stage. Had to get something to steady my nervous a little" She murmurs with a rueful nod toward the empty glass. Which is a bit odd, because she currently doesn't seem all that nervous to be baring most of her skin.

A rumbling chuckle tumbles out of Vivian as she nods to Caelan's statement. "Definitely a party city," she states, "And not just for the whole getting laid thing, either! I went to a free party on the beach about... a week ago, now? Brought some beers to the thing, but still. Great hotdogs."

More laughter bubbles up from the blonde at Naomi's statement, Vivian giving a wink in response, "Definitely take the compliment, Miss. You really are quite gorgeous and that's no flattery."

Vivian smiles again as Naomi prepares to go on stage, offering up a crisp salute, "Good hunting, Ms. Pearl! I'd wish you luck, but I'm sure you don't need it." And she gives another roguish wink at the end to punctuate the sentence. If she notices the incongruity between baring all that skin and dancing, she doesn't make any comment.

While Naomi mentions getting out onto the stage, Caelan smiles warmly for her and nods his head back at her, and then he peeks at Vivian. "You're in for a real treat." He offers softly, and then smiles back at Naomi again. "Best of luck!" He praises contently, and then leans back into his seat again. "Yeah, that's fair. I've never smoked nearly as much weed before, either." He says with a light chuckle. "I had this friend, though I haven't talked to him in ages, who we used to hangout and he'd make the best pot brownies or candies you could ever dream of. And then there are all of the night clubs... There is one, a BDSM themed one, not terribly far from here that allows for their patrons to participate in the full nudity deal. I love it so much, but the drive up is terrible."

Naomi returns the salute, somewhat less smartly, before hurrying backstage as quickly as she came out. It doesn't take long for the current song to end, and for the announcer to declaim over the PA "And now please welcome our own, our gorgeous...Black Pearl!" Naomi comes out onstage, strutting toward one of the poles--the one closes to the bar, perhaps by choice, perhaps not. She wears a darkly playful smirk as she casts her gaze over the audience, then leaps at the pole, grasping it firmly in her hands and letting herself slide down its length, spiraling slowly down to the stage.

Vivian and Caelan are sitting at the bar, chatting animatedly. Naomi has just left said bar (after knocking back a drink) and headed backstage to get ready for her time in the spotlight.

"Ooh, I can't wait," Vivian states to Caelan with a grin and turning towards the stage, pausing only to order another rum and coke. Coquettish laughter tumbles from the blonde's lips and she looks sidelong at Caelan, trying to keep both him and the stage in view.

"Recreational biochem is not really something I like to partake in, personally," she says, "I don't have a problem with it or anything -- to each their own and I think the whole drug scheduling thing should just be scrapped -- but beyond sugar and alcohol? Not really my jam." She cants her head to one side curiously, "Is this a different fetish club from the Extacy one?"

And then it's time for the Black Pearl to take the stage! Vivian more fully turns to watch, her gaze curious as the announcer boisterously introduces Naomi as said Black Pearl. Blonde eyebrows arch as Naomi struts towards the pole closest to the bar and leaps at it, winding around it and spiraling slowly down to the stage.

Watching with delight while Naomi takes to the stage, Caelan's attention is mostly locked onto her even before she begins her performance, to spite the continued conversation he shares with Vivian who sits next to him at the bar. "She's really something." He tells Vivian warmly, his lips curled with lingering delight. "Ah, yeah. I really only indulge in weed, essentially. Aside from alcohol, of course, which is... Worst, I suppose. But... Yeah."

Then he chuckles and nods his head, still watching Naomi take to the stage. "Fuck she is so sexy..." He murmurs softly. "But yeah, this is... Teatro something or another, which is in Laughlin. I rarely visit, just because of the distance away, and having access to Club Extacy and all, but yeah. Club Extacy is actually rather tame, in comparison."

Naomi comes to a rest on her knees, embracing the pole, her cast cast over the club. She pulls herself back up to her feet and hooks one leg around the pole, her body arching backward, hips rolling forward against the smooth metal--somehow managing to make the motion both suggestive and graceful.

Adeline slips inside, glancing around with an expression of gleeful animation. "Ohhhhhyes," she murmurs, clearly delighted, and she immediately makes a beeline for the bar. She isn't exactly dressed for a night out, what with the lab coat and all, but maybe she just got out of work and had a sudden wish, nay, yearning, for a celebration of the gloriously naked human form. Understandable, surely.

She hops up onto a bar seat with a sigh of relief and beams at the bartender. "Cider, please," and glances around the rest of the clientele, bright and curious. Her eyes widen for some reason as she sees Vivian also seated at the bar, and she smiles distinctly warmly at her, for some reason. She also smiles amiably at Caelan and anybody else, and a distinctly admiring glance also goes to the stunning stage performer. Adeline's so appreciative of the Black Pearl's performance, in fact, that she nearly misses the fact that the bartender's handed her drink, and has to apologize and belatedly hand over her card. She continues to gaze wide-eyed.

Vivian lets out a low whistle as she watches Naomi, mesmerized and says sidelong to Caelan, "You weren't kidding." She reaches blindly back for her drink on the bar, taking a few tries at it before she manages to grasp the glass and pull it to her lips. "Damn, how does she make it look both sexy -and- like a ballet?" she asks in low voice to Caelan, "Girl's got talent, that's for sure."

When Adeline appears, the blonde almost misses her, but that lab coat does manage to rip her attention away from the stage. A quizzical smile appears on Vivian's features at the distinctly surprised then warm reception and the blonde bows her head in greeting, "Ma'am." Vivian's eyes do slide over Adeline's jacket and focus on the hard-to-see lettering by the hem. She squints and leans forward to read it, pursing her lips thoughtfully and nodding before leaning away and turning her attention back to the stage and Naomi's performance.

To be fair, it's that gloriously naked human form that has almost all of Caelan's attention as he watches Naomi dance suggestively around the pole, his lips curled into a delighted smile as he watches her move. Which is why he is a bit distracted when Adeline looks his way, though he does spy her, and peeks towards her, granting her a warm smile and a soft incline of his head. "Fuck, you don't think she's one of the dancers too, do you? She is -gorgeous-." He offers, gesturing in Adeline's direction, though he is speaking towards Vivian. Then he chuckles and turns to watch Naomi once again, his lips curling with delight. "Yeah, definitely. Her and Ruby Rose Diamond would be fun together. I guess I've kind of got a thing for red heads."

Naomi keeps up the grinding for several long moments, drawing in catcalls and the occasional rain of singles from the people crowded about the stage. Then she twists around, facing the crowd and leaning against the pole, still moving sinuously to the music, even as her fingers slowly trail down her body, teasingly brushing over dark skin and dark red leather as she gives a coy little grin. Her gaze flickers over toward the bar, casting a faint wink at the people gathered there.

Adeline manages with difficulty to haul her attention away from Naomi's stunning performance long enough to notice that Vivian has noticed that Adeline's noticed her and that Vivian's noticed the lettering on the jacket. So much noticing! She grins when Vivian bends forwards to read the hard-to- see lettering. "I am partial to some early twentieth-century weird fiction," she admits.

When Caelan indicates her with a degree of approval, Adeline grins more widely, and admits candidly, "I wouldn't mind giving it a whirl sometime, though I don't think anybody could dance better than this-" another admiring and distinctly gripped glance at the stage performer. She leans her elbow on the bar and sips from her cider, and when Naomi grins slightly at the various people in the direction of the bar, Adeline positively beams back.

"Not unless they're doing a steampunk night," Vivian replies to Caelan, keeping her voice low while taking another gander at Adeline, "And that's an -awful- lot of clothes to take off." A rumbling chuckle tumbles from the short-haired blonde as she grins at her drinking buddy, momentarily taking her gaze from the stage, "A fan of the 'ol bush fire, are we?"

But that's only for a moment, and pretty soon Vivian has her gaze fixed on Naomi's performance. Blonde eyebrows raise as the dark skinned woman gives a wink towards the bar, Vivian's cheeks flushing faintly and raising her free hand to fan her face. "Oh, bestill my heart," she murmurs, flashing a wide grin and raising her glass in salute to Naomi on the stage.

Uh-oh, busted! Not that Vivian was particularly trying to conceal her examination of Adeline. Regardless, the blonde offers up a sheepish smile, the blush on her face deepening as she scratches absently at her cheek. "Oh, er... sorry ma'am," she says, "Didn't mean to talk about you like you weren't there. And yes, it's a good quote to know!" Vivian's attention is once more stolen by Naomi on the stage and she lets out a cascade of light laughter at Adeline's comment about trying her body at the stage. "Don't think I could do it, myself. That there takes a lot of body control to make it flow naturally. I'm more a bruiser. I'd be flopping all over myself. It'd be less sexy and more comical, I think."

"Oh, shit! That was meant to be a whisper." Caelan offers towards Adeline with a chuckle, and he shakes his head lightly, peeking back down into his empty glass of alcohol. "I guess I've been drinking a bit more than I realized." He informs those near him, though he isn't quite stumbly drunk just yet, clearly a tiny bit buzzed, at the very least. "I mean, since the subject has been botched, I definitely wouldn't mind watching you give it a try." He offers, and then sweeps his gaze back towards Naomi as she winks in their direction. "But man, you're right... A beautiful woman for sure."

Then he chuckles back at Vivian and nods his head in agreement with the suggestion. "Well, I prefer shaved bushes, but yeah." He offers rather openly, grinning warmly. As the conversation shifts back to whether or not Vivian or Adeline could be strippers though, his lips curl with delight. "Now see, that just makes me want to see it even more." He says with a playful chuckle, and then peeks back at Adeline. "Sorry, I'm Caelan."

Naomi gives the pole a few more twirls, strutting around it with playful motions, her hand at once point coming down in a sharp smack to her own ass. Then she gets to the real business, turning her back to the crowd as she slowly pulls off her bra, letting it fall to the stage. She grasps the pole above her head, playfully swaying her hips for a moment before twirling around, baring her firm breasts to the crowd, wrapping them around the pole for a moment.

Adeline grins when Vivian describes herself as a bruiser, and she says lightly, "US Army, huh?" Her accent isn't American, but she's obviously noticed the t-shirt. Her gaze drifts back to the t-shirt again, in fact.

When Caelan introduced himself she turns that beam to him, and extends a lace-gloved hand, "Adeline Llyr. A pleasure!" Her eyes widen slightly as she looks at him more carefully. "Caelan? Caelan Flynn?" She looks slightly star struck. "Oh my god? I just finished "Nights of Horror, Fangs of Blood", and it was fucking fantastic." But no matter how glorious Caelan's prose stylings may be, they can't hold her gaze from the gravitational pull of Naomi's breasts, and Adeline's has to take another swig of her cider to fortify herself at just how the Black Pearl is.

Vivian smirks at Caelan. "I was trying to make a more clever joke with the bush fire thing," she says, "But I guess that failed miserably." She sips her drink and continues to watch Naomi in fascination while Caelan introduces himself to Adeline. And she can't help but chuckle at Caelan's desire to see her comical stripping abilities, "Well, if I ever need cash fast, I guess I could give it a run. But it'd be like watching the Stooges on stage in lingerie." A beat. "Which I guess would be amusing in its own right."

"Ayup. US Army, retired vet. Vivian Starr, ma'am," she says to Adeline after Caelan introduces himself, the blonde offering up a hand to shake once hers with Caelan is finished, a bright smile in tow. She can't help but smile widely at the starstruck reaction Adeline offers up to the author, either.

But that handshake will have to wait as Vivian's attention is again stolen by Naomi on stage and the smack of her skin radiates from the stage. The blonde's eyebrows arch as Naomi whips off the bra and then exposes those breasts, the woman again giving a low whistle of appreciation. "Damn," she says, before taking a long drink of her rum and coke, "Those are some impressive tits." She looks down at her own chest briefly before smiling wryly and shaking her head, "Christ, I look like a Picasso painting compared to how well formed those are."

Watching delightedly as Naomi strips away her bra and then turns to bare them to the crowd, Caelan's focus is locked onto the show with his expression still helped in delight for the view. Which makes it a bit harder for Adeline to steal his attention away with a handshake, until she mentions a few of the names of his books, his gaze sweeping towards her and curling into a deep smile for her. He reaches out to accept the hand shake, and then turns back to watch Naomi's breasts contently. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Adeline Llyr." He offers, peeking back at her. "You've read my books then?"

Then he chuckles back at Vivian and nods his head at her. "Definitely. I would love to see it. It doesn't have to be sexy, as long as it's fun." He observes, and then he peeks back at her while she compliments Naomi's breasts. "Well, not to judge your body or anything but..." He starts, and then pauses to chuckle and shake his head, peeking back out towards Naomi again. "Well, I do think you're super cute. I'll just leave it at that."

Naomi goes back to strutting around the edge of the stage, giving people the opportunity to stuff bills into the side of her panties and boots. Once she's gathered the tips she deems appropriate, she retreats to the pole, and slowly bends over, pulling down that last scrap of leather along her long legs. She straightens back up, showing off her perfect ebony ass for a moment before twisting around the pole once more, showing herself to be fully shaven.

Adeline seems to be taking to heart the same comparison Vivian is drawing, glancing ruefully down at her own, er, scant efforts at cleavage. "I second that." She offers her hand to Vivian enthusiastically after finishing shaking hands with Caelan, and says, smiling, "I'm wildly curious about the army." Adeline doesn't exactly look like she has any military background or, indeed, any relevant talents, but there is no mistaking the sincerity sparkling in those wide gray eyes.


Caelan's friendliness has her looking even more pleased. "I have! I think I have read ALL of them. Mostly when on late night lab duty which, I can tell you, is /not/ the all-time most scintillating shift," she says this last confidingly, and takes another swig. She's really ploughing through that cider. "SO thank you, Mr Flynn, for making nights simultaneously more bloodstained and more interesting." Another grin. And then her eyes go back to the stage and she can't help a slight moan of appreciation at Naomi's incredible way of moving and then oh god, she's fully shaved. "Stunning," she says it muffled, her lips on the edge of her glass as she gazes.

"Well, if it ever happens, I'll be sure to let you know," Vivian says to Caelan with a nod and wink, "Not sure if anyone else would be as kind to my dancing, so I'd be nice to have at least one person enjoying the show." The compliment makes the blonde blush again, scratching at her cheek absently, "Aww, thanks. I mean, I never had any trouble getting dates back in highschool, but damn. Look at -that-!" Vivian motions to the stage, "And she's not the only one who is absolutely gorgeous in Prospect, either. So, uh, thanks."

And then Naomi completely removes the last scrap of clothing and Vivian can't help but stare. For quite a while, actually. "... Christ," she finally says before draining half her drink, "Black Pearl is definitely a great stage name for her. She has the whole trifecta of perfection there: boobs, booty, and pussy."

Oh, hey! A handshake is waiting! Flushing in embarrassment for how long she left Adeline hanging, Vivian grins sheepishly and takes her hand to shake. Vivian's grip is firm and her hands are a bit rough and calloused; definitely a worker's hands. Releasing the handshake, Vivian rolls her shoulders in a shrug, "Well, I can tell you some things if you're interested. Most of army life is pretty boring though. What are you interested in?"

When Naomi finally bares all, Caelan's lips curl back into that deeply satisfied smile of his, entirely delighted to watch her as she first reveals her ass, and then the shaved area between her legs. The view holds his attention for a long, delighted moment, fully distracting him as he takes in the sight of her nude body. "All of them?" He offers with a playful chuckle as he peeks back at Adeline, his lips curling into a deeper smile for her, and he inclines his head back at her. "Well, I'm glad you enjoy my books. And, I hope to continue to make your nights more delightful." Which seems to be about the timing of when that moan escapes form Adeline, and he lets out a deep, healthy chuckle, peeking back at the stage. "Damn, and I didn't even have to do anything yet." He teases, laughing happily.

"Right? Like... Damn... I'm definitely going to have to cast some spells tonight." He teases back towards Vivian, laughing happily at the suggestion and then he peeks back at her. "I can tell. You hardly look like the type to have much trouble in that department." He offers back at Vivian, and then sweeps his gaze back towards Naomi again, just watching with delight.

Naomi is technically still wearing her boots and choker, and somehow keeping them on only emphasizes her nudity. She works the pole, treating it both like a dance partner and a lover, her naked thighs pressing around it, her hands gliding suggestively up and down its length. And then the song comes to an end, and she lets herself slide down to her knees once more, smiling at the applause and cat- calls coming her way. Gathering up her tips and discarded clothing, she quickly heads backstage, leaving the stage ready for the next act.

Adeline is absolutely floored with admiration as she stares at Naomi, and she takes another swig of cider and mumbles to herself, helplessly, "Fuck, she's so desperately hot I think I've forgotten how to breathe." A self-deprecating, laughing glance to her co-admirers Caelan and Vivian, who both also recognize the incredible sheer utterly GOD YES-ness of Naomi. Adeline then clearly hauls herself, with some effort, back to focus on her new interlocutors. A grin at Vivian, I mean ALL of it, to be honest. The whole -" a vague wave of a lace-clad hand -"-Army discipline thing. What it's like, hierarchies, chains of command, how many straps you usually wear, varieties of boots." Quite an, er, specialized list? But she seems genuinely keen.

And to Caelan, she says, eyes bright, "Do you share secrets of the latest book you're working on?" She cant hide her disappointment as Naomi leaves the stage.

Vivian can't help but grin at Caelan's light teasing of Adeline, her shoulders shaking as she tries to hold in laughter. The dam breaks when the author mentions casting spells and Vivian breaks out into loud guffaws. Fortunately, she manages to control herself before it becomes too distracting from the lovely Naomi on stage. Spellbound once again, Vivian watches intently as Naomi sensuously completes her set, adding to the hearty applause herself and whistling loudly. A good performance deserves an appropriate response, right?

Now that the Black Pearl is no longer on stage, Vivian can concentrate more on the local conversation. She grins at Caelan and winks, "You'd be surprised. Like I said, in highschool I didn't have much trouble, but in the army and when I worked for the PMC there's a big rule against fraternization. That's when you shack up with someone of higher or lower rank in the same chain of command, in case you didn't know." She finishes off her drink and orders another before continuing, "Technically, bumping uglies with someone of the same rank or in a different chain of command was fine, but it was still -very- frowned upon, so not many even tried it. Led to a lot of pent up boys and girls come leave time, let me tell you."

Adeline gets a rather surprised look from Vivian. "Really all that minutiae?" she asks, "Normally that sort of stuff isn't interesting to civilians." A pause. "Are you one of those military buffs?" She shrugs, "Well, I don't mind tell you. A lot of the work-a-day clothing is generic. Usually produced by a handful of companies under contract with the government. The number of straps varies according to need. Sometimes you need a lot of kit, sometimes you wanna go in light. The other stuff is a bit more... esoteric. Hell, you can probably find a lot of it on the internet and explained much better than I can."

If anyone is looking in that direction, Caelan -is- fully invested and delighted for the show that Naomi puts on, even as she starts to collect her things and leave the stage. Once she is out of view though, his attention sweeps back to the girls next to him, his lips curling with obvious signs of that delight. As she asks about his books, his lips curl into a deeper, somewhat amused grin as he shrugs a shoulder. "Not without getting someones phone number first." He teases playfully, granting her a playful wink.

Earning that laugh from Vivian, his own lips curl happily, and he chuckles back at her. Though when she starts digging into the nitty-gritty details of Army life, he chuckles some more, and shakes his head lightly. "I think she's probably talking about straps of a different kind." He teases, peeking over at Adeline for confirmation. "With all of the straps and chains she mentioned, I think she's hitting on you." He could be -way- off beat... But he seems content to grin at the idea anyway.

Naomi slips back into the main room of the club a good few minutes after the end of her set, having taken a moment to recover from the dance. She's still wearing the boots and choker, but has also thrown on a skirt and bustier of black leather. She heads toward the bar once more, flashing a few smiles to people along the way. She sidles up next to Vivian this time, still a little out of breath as she murmurs "Hope you guys enjoyed that..." her gaze flickers to the newcomer, taking Adeline in curiously.

Adeline smiles as Vivian answers so reasonably. "I wanna know everything else you can think of to tell me too," it's very direct, and when Caelan suggests she might be hitting on her, Adeline giggles outright, and admits, artlessly, "I mean. I can't say he's exactly /wrong/."

She grins, and when he says he sometimes does regale fans with plot details, she gasps with glee, rummages in the capacious pockets of her jackets, and offers him a card. It's a beautiful, ornate, strange thing, some kind of swirling deep marine vista, with 'Dr Adeline Llyr' in silver copperplate, and the phone number, on the front, Nothing else. A bit of a weird card for a lab worker, so not associated with that probably.

When Naomi approaches, she looks at her with wild admiration, and says, slightly squeakily, "That was amazing. God. So amazing."

Skye steps into the club, glancing at his phone and then looking up, glancing around for someone who appears to have texted him. He looks a bit self-conscious, running a hand through his hair as he drifts into the club, still looking about.

Vivian, Caelan, and Adeline are at the bar, having a cheery, animated conversation with drinks. Not long afterwards, Naomi arrives and joins them, moseying in next to Vivian.

Blonde eyebrows can't help but arch at Caelan's statement about Adeline hitting on her, Vivian casting a glance at the woman in question. "Nah, I think you're off base there," she says with a wave of her hand, "There's a lot of questions in there that have nothing to do with strapping." She grins broadly and looks to Adeline with a wink.

And then Naomi arrives and sidles up to the bar, Vivian offering the beauty a bright grin. "That was -amazing!-" she parrots Adeline before looking over at the other woman and letting out a light laugh, "Jinks!" Vivian begins to dig around in her pocket and produces a velcro wallet which she opens and fishes out a ten dollar bill that she offers over to Naomi. "You deserve a hell of a lot more," she says with a wink, "But that's a good chunk of all I have on me in cash. I would've given it to you when you were dancing, but I was rooted to the spot and I'm sure I would've caused a riot with the folks by the stage if I ended up obscuring their eyesight for even a moment."

An expression of surprise spills on Vivian's features as Adeline speaks, the short-haired blonde blinking before collapsing down into a sheepish smile. "Oh, wow, really? That's kind of you, Ms. Llyr." The ornate silver card offered to Caelan gets Vivian to peer at it curiously, but then, of course, Naomi is addressed and the blonde quiets. Hardly fair for her to monopolize the sexy ebony woman's time, after all.

Earning a giggle, and a confirmation both from Adeline following his teasing, Caelan laughs happily and turns to tap on the bar to receive another of his drinks. "Look to me... Looks like my psychic powers are finally kicking in. Think it's too late to go to Hogwarts?" He offers with a playful chuckle. And then he is receiving a card from Adeline, and his lips curl with deeper delight back at her. "Well, look at that. Super cute, and super brilliant. It's a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Llyr." He offers, peeking back up at Adeline with a warm smile.

As Naomi rejoins the little group of conversationalists, his smile shifts warmly up towards her, and he nods his head in affirmation. "Absolutely. I always love watching you perform." He praises cheerfully, though he mostly leaves that be as it is when the girls praise her work. Instead, he chuckles back at Vivian and shakes his head softly. "Told you." He teases with a playful wink.

Naomi grins a little at the fulsome praise from the two women, seeming a bit surprised but by no means displeased by it. She accepts the tenner from Vivian with no awkwardness, purring "Aw, thanks, darling." She leans in, placing a brief kiss on the blonde's cheek. "There. None of the folks sitting by the stage get that" she murmurs with a wink. Another smile is flashed to the redhead. "Hey, I'm Pearl."

Adeline winks at Vivian, but in a sweet sort of way -- not creepy-lascivious, more enthusiastic-yeah -you're-hot kinda vibe. When Caelan talks about psychic powers she giggles, and as for Hogwarts?" I always wanted to be Ravenclaw," she admits, "But I think I am also kinda Hufflepuff. Some kind of - Ravenpuff Hybrid." Oh my god, well, she is clearly kinda an unabashed geek what with steampunk accessories and having done some Buzzfeed quizzes, but she has a very rather adorably self-mocking smile as she says it. "It's lovely to meet you all."

She looks at Naomi again with amazement. "Seriously," she says, frankly, "That was amazing. Hello, Pearl-" and she offers her hand, "Adeline Llyr." Then she spots Skye, and waves a leather- clad arm cheerfully. "Skye darling! Come and have a drink! What do you fancy? You just missed the most /stunning/ dance by Pearl."

Skye looks a bit lost as he glances about the club. Then he sees the wave from Adeline and he sighs in relief. He winds his way through the tables, making his way towards Adeline. He smiles at Vivian and Caelan. Furrowing his brow, he cocks his head. "Peral? Oh!" He glances at Naomi and smiles. "Oh, definitely my loss." He leans over and kisses Adeline's cheek. "Thanks for texting me. I really needing to come out."

"Only if it's -sexy- Hogwarts," Vivian quips to Caelan, "And don't forget the Magic Boob Missiles and 'Grease' Wands." Yes, she actually makes the finger-quotes on the word 'grease'. A brief pause before the blonde speaks again, "'Petrificatus Totalitus' takes on a whole new meaning at Sexy Hogwarts."

The blonde does look in mild surprise at Adeline, "Oh, you're a doctor? Sorry, I must've missed that part. I thought the whole lab coat thing was just an aesthetic choice."

Oh, just look at Vivian blush at that kiss planted on her cheek! After a brief period of shock, a cascade of surprisingly girlish laughter tumbles forth from the blonde and she grins like the core of the sun. "N-no problem, Pearl," she replies, laughing, "You really are talented."

Vivian's attention returns to Adeline and she smiles wryly with a shrug of her shoulders, "Hufflepuff for me. I guess it shouldn't be surprising... army, loyalty, steadfastness, all that junk." She pauses before a Cheshire grin slips on her features, "And besides, everyone knows that Hufflepuffs are the -true- secret masters of the Wizarding World. Let the snakes scheme and the griffins get all the glory, all the mechanics of the world are run by Hufflepuffs in the background where no one will ever know or see the small adjustments made."

As Adeline calls out to Skye, the blonde looks towards the newcomer, offering a nod and a smile. "Ma... er... sir...?" Her brows furrow in mild confusion. It's very difficult to tell considering how androgynous the person in question is.

While Naomi leans in to kiss Vivian's cheeks, Caelan grins towards the pair, but otherwise remains silent as he observes the two of them silently. Though if either of them are particularly perceptive, there isn't really any sort of jealousy there. Instead, his focus shifts back to Vivian and Adeline, and he chuckles as Skye steps up and kisses Adeline's cheek. "Alright, alright... Now it's my turn." He offers and turns his face exposing his cheek for whoever might place a kiss onto it. "Ravenclaw for sure, for me. Not that I think I'm entirely... Brilliant enough to be one, but definitely curious and observant."

Then he laughs back at Vivian, and nods his head in agreement with the sexy hogwarts comment. "Hey, I did say I needed to cast some spells later, didn't I?" He teases with a playful chuckle, and then a wink back at her. "Hufflepuff, huh? There are plenty of hufflepuffs jiggling around out here..." He observes, sweeping his hand out towards the rest of the room, and then laughing happily again.

Naomi rolls her eyes a little at Caelan "Don't push it, handsome. But you can buy me a drink. I kinda need to cool off after that bit of exertion." She slides onto the barstool beside Vivian, giving another faint grin at Adeline "Pleasure." As she notes Vivian actually blush under the kiss, she gives a dark little grin. "Enjoying your night out, then?"

Adeline kisses Skye's cheek back fondly, and pulls out the seat next to her. "I'm glad you could come out. How're things?" She's noticed it looks like he could do with getting out, and she's clearly considerate of her friend, a quick one armed hug offering any support that might be useful. "What drink do you fancy, hon?"

Vivian's comment earns another grin. "Ohh, just. Doctor of fine art, to be totally honest. And my job in the lab -" a glance down at her incongruous attire,. "Isn't the like, most illustrious one." She seems enchanted by the prospect of House Hufflepuff: Masterminds. "I LOVE that," she enthuses. "I mean the Slytherin lot were always too obvious."

Caelan fancies a kiss? He gets one on the cheek from Adeline, who is grinning. "Ravenclaw is great. And oh!!" A smile amongst her friends, old and new, "Skye, Vivian, Caelan, and breathtaking dancer Pearl" A beam to all.

Skye smiles at Vivian, waving to her. "Hello there." He smirks a bit at her confusion but doesn't say anything to clear that confusion. He winks at her and then he turns back to Adeline. "Oh, I'm doing pretty well. Mm.. if you're buying, why don't you treat me?" Before he sits though, he grins at Caelan. "Oh, certainly." He playfully leans over and kisses Caelan's cheek -- ending up kissing the other cheek from Adeline. Only then does he sit down, smiling impishly and waving to everyone.

Hey, why not pass on a bit of love, right? Vivian shrugs as Caelan presents his cheek and the blonde leans over to plant her lips against it. She leans back, laughing and raises her drink again in salute before gulping down. "I can so see you in Ravenclaw," she says with a wink before turning her attention to the room Caelan motioned to, "So, would Sexy Hogwarts have a strip club? I think it would. Probably a whole class in sexy dancing."

"Oh, very much so, Pearl," Vivian replies to Naomi, "I like this place a lot, actually, though this is my first time seeing you here. But I -definitely- hope not the last." She punctuates the statement with a wink.

And now to Adeline who earns a bit of trilling laughter from the blonde who nods while grinning like a madwoman. "Indeed they are! I mean, who would actually trust Slytherin, right? Hufflepuff on the other hand? Yeah, they're trustworthy. No need to question -their- loyalties." Her grin takes on an impish cast, "But loyalty to whom? Just because one assumes it's to them doesn't mean it is. One can be loyal to an ideal or even just to themselves, after all. And there's the Hufflepuffs, toiling away in the background, subtly changing things to remake the world in their image." She shrugs again, gulping down more of her drink, "And remember, wassithername... the pink bitch... Umbridge! That's right. She was Hufflepuff, right? Shows you how vicious and underhanded they can be. She technically out maneuvered Dumbledore and got him temporarily sacked."

Vivian again raises her drink to Skye, grinning broadly as Adeline makes introductions, "Good to meetcha, sir! Welcome to our little impromptu drinking party."

As a kiss is placed on his cheek by Adeline, Caelan's lips curl with delight and he sweeps his gaze back towards Naomi, and softly rolls a shoulder. Then he laughs while Skye kisses his other cheek, leaning back into his seat at the bar. Another kiss is pressed to his cheek, this from Vivian, and his expression seems to simply explode with delight as he leans back, satisfied with all of the kisses her receives and brings his drink to his lips for a light sip. "Now see, I'm not left out!" He offers cheerfully, and then he laughs back at Vivian and shakes his head loosely. "Oh no. No no, definitely more lewd than that. It'd have to be like... Like the playboy mansion. Just a House of Orgies." He says with a playful laugh, and then he pauses to consider the situation. "Oh man, you'd still have your different houses too, wouldn't you?" He says, and laughs. "There is so much variety to sexual interest! Those who, like me, are into BDSM, then you have vanillas who aren't, you have primals.... There is such a variety, it'd almost be hard to divide it up into only -four- Houses!"

Naomi lifts her eyebrows a little, clearly a little lost in the conversation breaking out. "Wrong franchise, I'm afraid" she murmurs lightly, ordering her own drink with a light shrug. Her gaze flickers with that odd glint of uncertainty again, as if of two very different thoughts held at the same time, as they linger for a moment on Skye -- then her drink arrives, and she takes a deep swig, clearly not kidding about her thirst. Shaking off whatever thought was occupying her mind, she asks Vivian "Sooo, you're ex-military? Did I catch that right?"

So many affectionate kisses, such good times. Adeline nods merrily to Skye, thinks for a while, and then murmurs to the bartender, who nods dourly, rummages away, and then pushes two matching drinks to herself and Skye. Adeline leans against Skye's arm and says happily, "It's not the most sophisticated drink, I suppose, but I like it. Blackcurrant and vodka, always cheers me up." She downs her cider and turns to the new one. Girl is putting it away tonight for sure, and doesn't look sturdy enough to resist it much. Anybody taking bets on a redhead falling off a barseat in the next hour would probably win.

She toasts Vivian's mighty exposition of the Hufflepuffs as the Ones In Charge, and chokes slightly with mirth, "Oh Jesus, Umbridge, idk if we wanna encourage her. And making the world in their image - /that/ is an interesting way to put it." A slightly speculative glance at Vivian. But then she is entirely distracted by the prospect of Sexy Hogwarts and House specialties. "yes! And we can't just let Slytherin have all the kink that wouldn't be right," she shakes her head earnestly, "gotta spread out all the options. Everyone can have BDSM glee!" And glee it is, for this redhead at any rate, as she has another swig of her drink.

Skye grins at Vivian. "It's nice to meet you. But please, just call me Skye." He winks at her. "Drinking is always fun." He says, glancing playfully at Caelan. "Well, little did you know that you'll have to pay for that kiss with a drink later." He winks and gives a small shake of his head. "I never got into Harry Potter, so I have no idea what you guys are talking about." He settles down in his seat next to Adeline, cocking his head curiously at Naomi. "What is it?" He asks curiously before he gets distracted by the drink that arrives. "What is it?" He asks, reaching for the glass. "Oh! It's fruity! I like fruity... and I can't taste the vodka, so even better."

"House of Orgies?" Vivian quotes while laughing, nearly falling out of her seat in mirth, "Oh, man! Instead of the House Cup, it's the Orgy Cup? Get the most points and get first dibs on who you screw at the Bacchanalian end-of-year orgy feast!" She presses her lips together and taps her chin in thought, "Mmn. Maybe those would be covered by classes. BDSM Class is in the dungeons, of course. Potions is all about extending the length and power of orgasms and sex." Her eyes go wide and lets out a bark of laughter, "Oh man! Can you -imagine- Transformation Class at Sexy Hogwarts?!"

The blonde smiles apologetically at Naomi and rolls her shoulders in a shrug, "Sorry, Ms. Pearl. We had a discussion a while back about magic wands and sexy DnD wizards. All nerd stuff. Didn't mean to lose ya in it." She does grin afterwards and winks at the ebony angel, "Ayup, that I am. Formerly US Army. At your service, Miss." She gives another salute, this one a bit more messy than the previous one.

"Is it?" Vivian asks of Adeline when the woman looks at her speculatively before shrugging, "I just thought that was the what the wizarding folk were doing. Maybe I'm wrong... I haven't read the books since I was a kid." Vivian does giggle at the 'spreading of BDSM glee' statement.

She nods to Skye, bobbing her head, "Fair enough, Skye. As Ms. Llyr has said, I'm Vivian."

There's a buzzing rumble from Vivian's pocket and she pauses digging around in it for a moment and producing a smartphone. She peers at the screen and starts tapping at it. Tap. Tap. Tappity-tap-tap. Then she sighs and slips the phone back into her pocket as she grabs her drink and downs the last of it. "Well, folks," she says as she slips off her seat, "It's been a huge blast. Haven't had this much fun out clubbing in a while, but I'm afraid I must be going. See ya'll later!" She winks at Naomi, and gives the woman the 'ol finger guns, "Especially you, Pearl." And with that, she saunters out of Body Shots with a cheery wave.

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