<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Red%20City/Female/Mini%20Avatars/CassandraSkies_zps4669d23a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cassandra Skies<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Red City, Red Night Club, private table close to bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Dax, Dani, Open<br/><br/>Disappointment touched Cassy's delicate features, forced to relinquish Dax, so that she could jump behind the bar. Chestnut eyes followed the woman, her eyes glued to her ass. Cassy sighed softly as the view was suddenly gone. Hooking her nimble fingers around her martini glass, Cassy lifted it to her lips. She tilted it, sipping a small amount in to her mouth. The red drink was sweet and very enjoyable. She wondered what was so important that the bartender would leave his station and ask an inexperienced person to man the bar. Mostly, she was wondering why her fun with the twins had to be interrupted.<br/><br/>Never mind, she did have Dani. Cassy settled her drink back on the table before she shifted her attention, fully on Dani. A sweet smile played along her lips as she reached up and played with Dani's hair. "You two really are very interesting, intriguing." A single finger trailed down from Dani's hair to trace along her jaw. Her finger came to just the end of Dani's chin before she leaned in and pressed her lips against the other woman's. Her lips were warm and soft, of course sweet. Her hands lid back up in to Dani's hair as she gripped a handful of it, gently.<br/><br/>Cassandra had come there with the intention of having quite a bit of fun. She was a woman who liked living and her interests were in experiencing Red City to it's fullest potential. She felt as though she was off to a particularly good start. Now, if she could just get Dax back. Then, the three could find somewhere a little more private in which to truly have a wonderful evening. That was, if she could get them to detach from Mommy's apron strings, long enough.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Red%20City/Male/Mini%20Avatars/AndrewJorin_zps0568950f.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Andrew Jorin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Red City, Red Night Club, Dance floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Night<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alice, Alexis, Cameron, Gabriel, Dax, Open<br/><br/>Andrew stood stiffly over the human male, fist tight and ready to hit him again, if he dared to get up again. His mood was instantly spoiled by the cretin. He hadn't done anything that Alice didn't want him to. If she had flat out told him to stop, he would have. Yes, this low life before him continued getting in his way and insisted on starting something with him over something that happened to him in the past, by someone else. He left it alone the first time. He let the insults and name calling slide, once. However, he had stepped in to his club. Andrew reached out and grabbed his wrist and jerked the VIP bracelet off of him. He handed it to Alexis.<br/><br/>"It's alright, Momma. The mood is spoiled anyway." He simply nodded to her as she said she would take care of him. Andrew turned toward Cameron. He gripped his shoulder and lead him away from the scene. As far as he was concerned, the fight was over. Andrew had hit him and made his feelings known. There was no need to really hurt the man, but he did want him out of his club. "It's humans like that, who give them all a bad name, Cam. They aren't all bad, but the ones like him..." He sighed softly as he walked with him over to the table Cameron had been sitting at with Cayden. Andrew reached in to a pocked and pulled out some of the nasty cigarettes that Alexis despised. He put one to his lips and lit it, taking a long drag. "So, gentlemen...what were you two talking about?"<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Red%20City/Female/Mini%20Avatars/ScarletNyght_zps8d5a05d1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Scarlet Nyght<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Red City, Red Night Club, Entrance<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Night<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/>The door to the night club opened, once again as a curvaceous, slender woman with a butt so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it, walked in. Curls of red hair cascaded down her back. Her skin was fair, but not pale. She was dressed from head to toe in a black PVC rockabilly style dress that hugged every single inch of her body that it touched, like a glove. She had tall heels, platforms. She had a night to herself, for once in weeks. Thus, she wanted to hit the club and dance, drink, talk up some new faces. It all sounded like a good plan to her.<br/><br/>She walked her way over toward the bar. One step after the other made her round hips sway naturally from one side and then the other. "Whiskey sour?" Her voice was soft and feminine as words passed through very lush, plump, glossed lips. The first place for her to begin was ordering a drink. She had no inkling that the woman behind the bar was not a bartender and she could only give shots poured straight from a liquor bottle, not mix drinks.