<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice/James</div><div class="spoiler_body">James got a whiff of something decidedly not right as he wandered around the dance floor, the bodies of men and women pressing against and otherwise interfering with him.  There were a hundred smells assaulting his nose, body odour and perfume being the strongest, however beneath it all he kept on getting something, wrong.  Earthy on one hand, but vibrant and almost, intoxicating, on the other.  He finally narrowed it down to three individuals all gathered together in a booth.  Two of them were young, he couldn't imagine that they were out of their late teens, and looked to be twin females.  They were, by many standards, extremely attractive.  Long blonde hair, perfectly symmetrical faces, large breasts, athletic bodies.  They were both dressed in rather small, form hugging, black dresses and were curled up against an older man.  The man appeared to be in his late thirties at least, and had a balding head, a beard sprinkled with grey, and a nose that had been broken at least once.  He was dressed in a rumpled suit, his shirt untucked, and his tie missing.  <br/><br/>The trio were concerned more with each other than the club, the women nuzzling, licking, and kissing the man, while the man had his hands around their waists and was murmuring something into their ears, turning his head back and forth.  The scent was coming from them, though whether one or all three he couldn't tell, nor could he tell what they might be.  <br/><br/><sub>Roll Result: Jaded rolled: 5d10<br/>Comment: Perception+Urge<br/>Result: 8, 2, 8, 10, 5, <br/><br/>You can roll again for each one if you'd like to try and identify them, though you'd have to get close to do so.  Probably a difficulty 4 stealth roll.  I also don't think your character would have run into many supernaturals previously, so the scent may not mean much even if he does succeed.</sub></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Muse/Lacey</div><div class="spoiler_body">A well dressed man in one booth stood out to Lacey, as people seemed to regularly come to visit him, but never stayed for more than a few minutes.  He wore a grey suit, was in his early thirties if she were to guess, had a clean shaven face and a bald head.  His skin was dark black, as dark as any she had ever seen.  <br/><br/>Otherwise there were a few people that were clearly dealers, a young punk-rocker type, handing out little baggies of pills in exchange for cash.  He was far less subtle than the older man, and wandered the club trying to push his wares.  A woman, a bit heavier, with a constant frown on her face sat near the bar.  She seemed to buy a lot of drinks for people, who in turn gave her money instead of the bartender.  She was probably in her fifties, and wore an unflattering floral print dress.  Her hair was dark brown and done up in a bun, and she kept a hefty purse slung over one shoulder that she was constantly in and out of.  <br/><br/>Otherwise, there were a few groups, but none that stood out.  A group of men, obviously on the prowl for sex.  A bachelorette party, making a ruckus in one corner.  A group of couples.  Nothing really of note.  <br/><br/><sub>Roll Result: Jaded rolled: 3d10<br/>Comment: Perception+Alertness<br/>Result: 5, 6, 6, </sub></div></div><br/>The stubbly man, if the group made their way over to him, didn't even seem to notice their arrival.  He had a drink in front of him, a scotch by the look, half-empty and resting next to a small baggy.  His lips occasionally curled into a smile, before fading back into a slack jawed expression.