The very moment Dumas entered the room, Cheshire couldn't help himself. He had to know how this was going to unfold.<br/><br/>It was only a few seconds before he was bent down, ear to one end of a listening wire, other end under the door, and it couldn't have been better. Dumas, despite his own thoughts on his eloquence, had a sort of gruff musicality to his confession. And Mair, the real one, had her general gentleness exposing all of her and his most delicate and vulnerable parts in the best way. As twisted as it sounded, Cheshire couldn't help but think how powerful it all was. Cheshire worked in fiction and illusion, and invariably was obsessed with real drama. As far as he was concerned, you couldn't write stuff like this, and he loved it. The fact that it was the two people he could most likely call friends was just a wonderful perk.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he heard Dumas's footsteps that he pulled the listening wire and stood up, assuming a rather relaxed standing pose before the knock came and Dumas dismissed him.<br/><br/>"Oh you know me too well, tall dark and complicated," Cheshire teased as he walked away, a sensual sway in his hips just for himself. He kept the hip sway up as he entered the main club hall, and saw White. The DJ was sitting at the bench for the piano from his now infamous show, but with only a neon framework of the piano he had seemed to use. The whole thing had obviously been a hologram, albeit a fairly sophisticated one, and White was playing away at it with a sort of fury that was foreign to his usually calm face. For an extra dose of surrealism, there wasn't so much as a whisper of a sound. Even with his extensive knowledge of the clubs systems, it took Cheshire a short moment to realize that White was feeding the sound into his ever present earbuds. A private concert only for the rabbit boy himself. Cheshire, understanding what a good performance took, waited patiently behind White until he seemed to stop playing.<br/><br/>"You know," Cheshire said, slinking right up behind White, placing his arms around the DJs shoulders, "it seems a little selfish to be hogging all that passion to yourself. I'd love to hear it."<br/><br/>White tensed and then stood up smoothly and calmly, removing Chesh's arms as he did so, stepping through the illusionary piano to turn and face his torturer.<br/><br/>"Why," he asked stiffly, "do you always find the need to do that? Be where you're not wanted, touch where you're not bidden?"<br/><br/>Cheshire's smile only grew wider at the question. "Maybe I just like to see your muscles get all tight and sexy?" he offered, not revealing a thing. "But this time it's more to let you know that you're no longer needed."<br/><br/>White sighed and rubbed his temples in frustration. "And I don't get to find out what any of this was about?" He asked wearily.<br/><br/>"Not unless you want to give me back that free public grope, bunny boy." Chesh mocked threatened. He knew what he was doing though, the right buttons to push to get White to back off. "And it's really not for me to say. Not my place." Chesh added with a hint of solemnity that threw White more off guard then the flirting.<br/><br/>"Well Chesh that's very..." he started, but before he could add the word 'mature,' realized that it would be an actual compliment and decided against it. He cleared his throat nervously before changing the subject. "So they're all right then? Dumas and Mari?"<br/><br/>"Yeah," Chesh said, not letting his sultry expression waver from White's face, but still mentally thinking back to the two love birds, "I think they'll be alright. You just need to lock up when you leave and let me look at you, hot stuff."<br/><br/>White blushed still at the compliment, but managed to still look confused. "You're not leaving?"<br/><br/>"Na," Chesh said, looking casually sensual, "I'd rather watch your sexy ass walk out of here, and I've got some things to calibrate in my show." Chesh had gotten very, very good at lying over the years, and this was no exception. It was something he did often, stay late to work out any kinks in his illusions, so the lie wouldn't be too big for White to swallow. Chesh couldn't have him knowing that someone had to stay conscious and ready if the Card's managed to find them before morning. The Purple illusionists smile twisted a bit farther as he added, "So turn around and start struttin' guy, or I might just change my mind about that grope."<br/><br/>White huffed indigently, and took a few steps back before realizing he couldn't walk out of the club backwards. With a new blush rising to his face, he turned around and tried not to think about the magician that was undressing him with his eyes as he left. 'That damn magician,' White thought, 'how could I ever tolerate him?'<br/><br/>Chesh watched White go and had the opposite thought, wondering how he would ever get along without the stuffy DJ. After White left, Chesh finally sat himself down on the DJ's chair, lounging with his head on one head rest and his feet on the other, casually playing his fingers in the air, typing code. Unbeknownst to anyone however, he was already building a defense to the inevitable Card counter attack. Looking at options and strategies, angles and entrances, putting his full mental power to the task at the same time he kept his own eye on the security cameras. Dumas and Mari had dealt with enough that day, so Chesh was going to take care of them. He was going to take care of all of them.