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Tiffany Korta

Century for a Dame [Open]

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Happy Hour, Chester's Club, West End, Freedom City

14th February 2020

Lucy wasn’t generally one to feel melancholic, she enjoyed her un-life to the fullest. But this year was going to be rough on her, the 1920 had been her time when everything swung and she was among the bright young thing. It wouldn’t be long before a century that she was originally killed, and whilst she’d missed most of it the weight of the years weighed heavy on her. People shouldn’t relive a decade more than once, and she wonder mournfully if it was be the same if she made it to the next ‘20s.

 

Sipping her dirty Martini Lucy wasn’t really paying attention to the cub she liked to spend her time, instead of the dingy (though no longer smoky) jazz atmosphere, the club was brightly lit with table for a night for those who didn’t have a date for this special day...

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It was not true, as so many people thought, that Ashley Tran did not wear dresses. Oh it was certainly true that she preferred dressing more practically when she was anywhere close to on-duty; and it was also true that the 'costumes' she wore when she was pretending to be Judy's sister had originally been designed by men who thought that a teenage lesbian had to dress like she was trying out for a part in Grease. But she did actually own several dresses she liked very much, dresses that generally stayed packed away in storage because while they looked great they did not make her look seventeen-going-on-eighteen at all. 

 

The dress was sparkly and blue, open at the front to show the halter top she was wearing underneath, and went well with the bright red lipstick she was wearing. If her blonde hair was a wig (the better to hide her obviously dyed pink hair), it was the best she'd been able to find; put there by a very sympathetic hairdresser when she'd told the story of how she hardly ever got to go on dates, and how it was a special occasion for Valentine's Day. Of course, as she walked out into the club just ahead of her date, this was a _very_ special occasion - even if, with any luck, no one watching them would figure out just how special it was. 

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Horrorshow

 

Davyd had seen numerous declarations of love at Claremont over the course of the week, and as many today as the previous four put together.  He'd had no one to share such things with, nor -- as far as he knew -- anyone who wished to do likewise with him, but that was fine.  He'd been too preoccupied with school, and practicing with his powers, and a recent trip into space, to really think about that sort of thing.  Sure, he'd had a crush on Lulu almost as soon as he saw her, but that had cooled, and now they were good friends.  Besides, there were other ways he could have fun.

 

This is good practice for me, he thought as he walked down a street in West End, psyching himself up.  Infiltrate, recon, exit, return to base, all without anyone suspecting.  Yup, a perfect exercise for someone of my talents.  (He may have also been practicing what he'd say to Headmistress Summers if she ever caught ind of what he was doing.)

 

And so into Chester's Club walked a handsome man, mid-20s, tall (nearly six and a half feet!), with long brown hair, blue-green eyes, broad shoulders & muscular chest, a drab green jackets over a green and white plaid shirt, blue jeans, and black boots.  He strode past the bar, smiling and nodding at whoever looked his way, and took a seat near the pool tables.

 

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Fa'Rua had taken the 'little black dress' advice for the evening perhaps too much to heart.  The high necked halter bodycon fell to mid thigh and left her back and shoulders fully exposed.  If she'd been traversing the streets of freedom in mid february in person she'd have been at real risk of hypothermia, and twisting an ankle in the slingback black pumps she finished the outfit off with.  However the holographic representation of  the Lor didn't have to worry about the chill air nor the stray uneven paver on the walk to the bar, despite appearing as solid as as anyone else it was all projected light and repulsor fields, quite the lightshow for anyone who saw outside the human spectrum.  She ducked quickly through the door behind Ashley, the holo-presence device had strong enough repulsors simulate touch but not much in the way of lift or pull strength.  It also managed to disguise her ears to a human shape and tint her hair and eyes to a crisp steel blue and platinum blonde.  Though she retained the edgy undercut styling.  The makeup she'd actually worn on her side of the galaxy, it was a special day after all.

 

Reaching the table she pushed the holo-presence device to it's limits pulling out Ashleys chair for her before taking her own seat smiling across the table and galaxy at her radiant girlfriend,  "You look amazing, this was a good idea, almost as good as, being there."  She whispered and shrugged slightly not wanting to speak up too loudly that she wasn't actually there.  "So did I do ok?"  she asked not even caring that she was fishing for a compliment.  

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"You look amazing," whispered Ashley, looking Fa'Rua over with a smile on her face as the candlelight shone in her eyes. "I'm just looking forward to a date where I don't have a bruised rib," she added with a whisper and a chuckle. 

 

She'd been disappointed when a ship repair meant that Fa'Rua wasn't going to make it to Earth this February, but the knowledge of just how much work she'd done to be 'there' that evening (the drone through the embassy, the long-distance connection, the communications room she was sitting in in an outfit that probably looked distinctly odd in space) took the agent's breath away as much as the way Fa'Rua looked by night. She took the Lor's hand, and if tingling holographic energy didn't quite feel like flesh and blood, well it sure as hell beat gripping onto her phone late at night and wondering if there was anyone else out there in the universe. "I just can't believe we're here tonight." A few people were looking their way, a femme couple being a little unusual, but as they took their seats near Lucy Ashley didn't care. That's right, you bastards, she thought cheerfully as she looked around the room, look at this goddess. 

 

"I'll have a dirty martini," she told their waiter, shooting a glance at Fa'Rua. It would take a little more work for her to 'have a drink', but she'd been assured that holographic technology and food synthesizers where she was were up to it. 

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"Vodka rocks."  Fa'Rua indicated to the waitress, keeping it simple for the synthesizers and avoiding the more outlandish terran cocktails she'd not sampled.  The Lor thrilled at the sensation simulated though it was of Ashleys hand on her own, she'd had to pull in more than a few favors and convince her brother to get her diplomatic access to the network.  This was officially law enforcement team building or some such on the diplomatic corps books.  

 

She ran her thumb along the back of Ashley's hand smiling softly, "Hey I told you I wouldn't miss it."  she replied with a light laugh as she very nearly had after the ships drive went on the fritz.  Luckily she was in sublight range of CoVic or else she might have really missed it.  "I'm just glad you managed a night off."  those were rare enough and if recent updates on her charge were any indication this had not insubstantial chances to be a fraught evening for the teen ward.  "So this your regular or?"  she asked glancing around, it wasn't exactly what she'd expected though she wasn't entirely sure what to expect.  Usually Ashley just went to bars where she was unlikely to be recognized, this was, sophisticated and somehow softer than she'd have thought.  Then again she knew as few did the same was true of the woman herself.

 

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"I came here last week to make sure it wasn't a dump or a mob hangout or something like that..." Ash made circles on the back of Fa'Rua's hand with her finger, still marveling at the moment. "Everybody's legal." She grinned, resting her chin under her hand as she studied her date. "We'll probably have some drinks, do some dancing, then see what else the evening has in store." It was half-flirting, half-frank acknowledgement that for all that Judy had given her word to spend the evening with Leroy and the rest of their Bible Study group in discussion of the Song of Solomon, who could say what would really happen?

 

I still can't believe she figured out I had a date! Judy was naive, sheltered still, and made foolish choices but that didn't make her dumb by any stretch of the imagination. But she was loyal and kept her word even when it was a bad idea...

 

But rather than dwell overmuch on the potential disasters that could waylay the evening, Ashley said, "I grew up in the birthplace of jazz, so follow my lead when they start playing. It's pretty fast-paced, but I know you can keep up with me." 

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Lucy Harker

Lucy sipped her drink as she watched a few trickling in, she was glad that a few would show up tonight.

 

So anyone we should be worried about?” the owner of that voice was Jada Johnson the current owner of Chester’s, Lucy had know her great, great grandfather and original owner of the place

 

“Well I’m sure they’re not un-dead if that helps, I can’t detect supers if that’s what you’re asking.” Lucy replied with a laugh

 

Guess I better player the host then and find out the hard way.” she slipped off her chair and sashayed over to the lone gentleman (Davyd) and smiled

 

Welcome to Chester’s I’m Jada owner of this humble establishment. Can I get you a drink whilst you wait for your companion?”

 

With a smile Lucy watched the few that were already in the club, the cute female couple enjoying each other company. It reminded her of some the things her friends got up to when the club originally opened.

 

Guess things don’t really change after all, at least people can openly be who they are now.” Lucy mused happily to herself, maybe tonight would improve her centenary funk.

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"Oh, uh, yes, good evening barkeep... stress," the (obviously off-guard) young man replied.  His voice was pleasant enough, but he was obviously nervous.  He searched around his pockets for a moment, "yes, I would like to purchase some alcohol, please," then pulled out a (fake) driver's license.  "As you can see from my license that I am 26.  So I would like..."

 

What was it Uncle Sasha always drinks when out in public?  Oh, yes, it's...

 

"... a strawberry vodka," he said, with a smug and self-satisfied grin.

 

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Jada Johnson

Jada is just fine I never gone for anything so formal, never pays to get to big an opinion if yourself in this City.”

 

When he graceful ordered a drink she cocked her hip and gave him a look, and a friendly smile.

 

Honey I've been working here since I was far to young with my father, a real family business if you will, and I’ve seen enough people to get a feel about things. Not as impressive as any powers you could imagine but it help keep us out of trouble. To late I know but long story short you’re going to have to provide ID or it’s soft drinks for you.”

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Crimson Tiger

 

Mali Benjawan walked in from the cold. She was wearing her black leather motorcycle jacket, a tank top and a pair of jeans. She had a studded leather belt and had recently had her hair cut in a stylishly short pixie cut. 

 

"Good evening." She said with a smile. She walked up to the bar. "Can I get a bloody mary?" She looked over at Davyd and said nothing, but she did raise an eyebrow at his attempt to buy booze. "I don't know how old you are, but there's no way you're older than me. I don't mean to be rude, sorry." 

 

She took off her jacket and looked at it. "Anywhere I can hang this up?" She asked. 

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Davyd presented his ID confidently to Jada, "of course, yes, here it is, my driver's license."  It was a fake, though a well-made one, given to him by his uncle Sasha a week or so before Halloween ("so you can get into the good parties, yes?")  This was the first time actually using it, though, so while he wasn't certain it would pass -- especially under the eye of someone who'd been doing this for a while -- he was confident that uncle Sasha's work would pull through.

 

Keep cool, Dayv, you've got this.

 

At the jacket-clad woman's comment, he laughed; he'd tried for "nonchalant chuckle" but it came out a bit more nervous than he'd wanted.  "Oh, I get that all the time.  At the law firm.  Where I work."

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The holographic Lor sipped at her drink as she watched her girlfriend light up talking about her hometown.  "At the very least I'll enjoy the view if I can't."  she flirted shamelessly.  Her eyes never left Ashleys face as they spoke, "I love that you advance team our dates."  she teased jovially though she genuinely was touched by the care she took to make sure they weren't interrupted by the sort of thing Freedom was famous for.

 

"What was it like there when you were growing up?"  Fa'Rua asked curiously, "I've seen the documentaries and travel vids but that's all beads and bourbon street you know?"

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"It wasn't perfect," Ashley admitted. "Our apartment was too small for seven people and the tourists mostly spend their money in the French Quarter, not on East. A lot of people don't even know there _is_ a New Orleans outside of tourist country." She smiled, then added, "But the food and music are the best in the world, and you'll never meet a city where more people are willing to work together. There's even room for hipsters now," she admitted with a grin. "Gumbo and jazz, that's New Orleans. Taking the best from all over, putting it together in one spot." She laughed. "Listen to me, I sound like a tour guide..."

 

There was  a brief pause when their drinks arrived. "To us," said Ashley, raising her glass. When they took a drink, she said, her voice breathy, "I want to show you some day." 
 

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