A car slammed on it's breaks somewhere within the general vicinity and Dawn whipped her head around, flowing ebony strands flitting over her facial features and sliding over her opposite shoulder with this motion, feral yellow orbs cast in the general direction of the inconvenient noise.. only to see a fat man flailing in the arms of some guy in spandex. A scowl spread over her features, disgust most likely, and very much distaste at the scene that was playing out. She hadn't needed to see that.. and who<em>was</em>this self-proclaimed superman wannabe? Not that it really mattered, she was delightfully under the radar, and momentarily a simple pedestrian on her way, obviously from her attire, to the club.<br/><br/>A loud whistle whisked her attention away from the act of.. could you call it heroism? Surely parading a fat man half naked around the city couldn't have been anything of that caliber.. but who was she to judge.<br/><br/>"Heeeeeeeeey baby, lookin' gooood." Some gutter snipe cat-called to her from the other side-walk, raising his steel reserve 211 40 oz in the air and stumbling a bit as he winked in her general direction. Dawn, of course, played right into this and dipped a shoulder, canting her head to the side and pursing full lips into a make-shift pouty air-kiss, raising one hand to aforementioned features and blowing a kiss his direction, which caused the man to give another drunken shout into the air and spill a bit of his malt liquir.<br/><br/>"Slob.." She muttered under her breath, a light chuckle parting the barrier those lips so readily provided and permeating the air like a thick perfume. Turning on heeled feet, she continued on her way towards her club of choice for the evening, Club Essence. The resounding *click click click* of her boots carried her finally to the enterence where a bouncer stood, dressed in a black T that exposed his numerous tattoos and body modifications, chest rippling with the outcome of hard work at the gym every other day a week -and- not to mention working at the club, hoisting three hundred pound shitstarters up and out the front or back door when someone decided to get rowdy. Black shirt gave way to an nondescript pair of jeans with a black studded belt, docs on his feet and shades on his eyes.<br/><br/>"I.D." Was the simple utterance, barked from the man.<br/><br/>"Tony we go through this every time." She smirked, fishing into her purse for her id and  handing the piece of plastic over, slipped delicately between manicured middle and fore-finger. The bouncer chuckled and checked it then returned it to her, stepping to the side to allow her entrence into the club, lights and sounds seeming so far away as she walked down the black hallway that would break into a club rather packed with people this evening.<br/><br/>*Club Essence was composed of three stories. Once you emerged from the long black hallway at the entry it broke into a large first floor where there was a plexiglass dance floor that lit up different colors to the music, led lights professionally affixed to each clear tile beneath the floor, also alighting when stepped upon by those who chose to get loose on the floor. On the far end of the dance floor was a stage which housed the dj booth, DJ Hennesy already mixin' it up and spouting out the recent club favorites for those present, large multi-color strobes affixed to a small catwalk that ran diagonally under the second floor. There were a couple freestanding tables with raised chairs but the first floor was primarily for dancing.<br/><br/>The second floor could be accessed by four different metal staircases, and this was where the actual bar stood, simply lining the outskirts, attached to all four walls of the building with a large square space in the middle for those to look down on the first floor below, rails set up around the perimeter so none of the drunken idiots would easily fall right off the second floor and make a delightful little mess upon those underneath them. The bars were also lit up, lined with vibrant red led lights that caused the second floor to emit an effervescent and almost ethereal glow all it's own. The bar extended to cover every inch of the outter wall and numerous bar tenders were running back and forth to serve those in attendance.<br/><br/>Third floor was V.I.P. This could only be reached by one lone spiral staircase, and was roped off, two rather hardcore looking bouncers seated at the top to stop those who think they can just slip under the rope. Up here the floor was intact across the whole expanse, unlike the second floor which had an absence in the center for easy viewing. Private booths were set up here, sectioned off for those who had either reserved them, or were high up enough in the proverbial social ladder to have the ability to enjoy them whenever they pleased. The center floor area housed a couple velvet-cushioned booth areas that were open, and a private V.I.P bar, circular in fashion, was stuck in the very center.. the third floor dimly lit by blue led lights to give it a calmer appeal.<br/><br/>Dawn's objective for the evening was to make it up there.. and it wasn't going to neccessarily be that hard for the talented little vixen. A coy smile alighted her features as she did the meet and greet with a couple people she knew, gangbanger types who were probably packing.. people she considered her homies and good friends. Loyal.. and loyalty was the key here. None of them, however, knew exactly what she was.. or what she was up to, but they knew the fiesty young woman could hold her own, hell, she'd ridden with a couple of them on a few jobs.<br/><br/>"What's crackin' A-money." She purred to one of them in particular, a large black dude wearing a blue tall t and baggy pants, black and blue jordans on his feet and a watch around his wrist that was almost blinding. The guy turned around as Dawn slipped a hand over the small of his back, locking up with her momentarily before they broke away.<br/><br/>"Chillin chillin boo, you came ta pay ya homies a visit t'night, D?" Was his reply, posted up against the wall, startin to cheese [smile] which showed up his diamond-bit encrusted grill.<br/><br/>"Somethin' like that, honey. Hey remember we're on for Friday.. gotta make some money, right?" She mused, getting a nod from the man in return before he turned back around to do what he had already been preoccupied with, which was slangin' to the club kids who were looking for E and other various club drugs, possibly coke.. Dawn didn't really much care, but he had to make his money somehow. She would then make her way upstairs to the second floor and post up at the bar, ordering a whiskey sour and pivoting on the stool so she could get a better view of the club.. to better calculate her method of entrence to the third floor.<br/><br/>[[sorry for such a long post, I just wanted to describe the club so you knew what you were working with.]]