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Amara Amara. What interesting people you find. And ones that know Erik, no less. Never fear, the job will probably be done in the next week or so, to my dear leader's delight. Or at least, lack of anger. And Derek. Yes, I need to meet with him again.
Logfile from XMM.
Derek is standing by the bar, getting himself something poured over ice. At the moment, he stands out among the somewhat younger crowd flocking around the bar, but there are few crowds in which the enormous man would not stand out. A black leather overcoat conceals most of his body, but the way it hangs serves to emphasize his shoulder. As his drink arrives, he turns back to survey the club, dark eyes impassive.
Especially in this club, a pair of women wearing black is nothing unusual. However, tonight is special, because Toxin is treating Amara to a night on the town, from the highest class places to the more frightening ones, like this one. The blonde female strips off her trench coat, revealing the black catsuit she's wearing, and nods at Amara. "To the bar. What can I get you tonight?" she queries, her high heels, and the rest of her, already heading in that direction.
Amara never much cared for a trench coat, as it normally got in her way. Tonight, however, is an exception. The long leather trench is worn open, allowing her outfit to be seen. Tight, black leather pants and a sleeveless black turtleneck which actually allows much of her mid section to be seen. She never really had to worry about being cold. "Real alcohol," she quips, placid eyes flashing to Toxin. "Amaretto sour, I believe." Her heeled boots amazingly make no noise as she walks, and give the short woman some height, if only a little. She follows immediately behind Toxin.
Murid has arrived.
Derek is watching those approaching. His black leather overcoat opens over a three piece suit entirely in black. The details are difficult to pick out, black on black against dark brown skin, but the outfit is clearly a cut above most of the men in the club, and thus a bit out of place. He spots Amara as she approaches the bar and his eyebrows raise. "We meet again. Amara, if I recall?" He gives a little nod to Toxin as well, though he doesn't know the other woman.
Toxin leans against the bar and orders, "Amaretto sour, and a desert sunrise, no ice." She leans against the bar, having to look up at Derek, but her eye looks approvingly at him. A glance is given Amara after she returns the nod to the stranger. "Friend of yours?" she asks, but an answer will have to wait as she reaches back to get their drinks, and hands her newest protege' hers.
It would be rather difficult to say that once close enough to the bar, Amara did not see Derek. She does spot him and looks his way in time to catch his words. "Yes, Derek." She allows her eyes to wander up and down is appearance, obviously so. "You look just as fine as I remember." Again she offers him a sweet smile, similar to the one she had last they met. "Many thanks," she speaks to Toxin as she retrieves her drink. "Stacia, this is Derek. A rather amazing waiter who knows just when and how to earn some money."
The corners of Derek's eyes crinkle slightly at Amara's introduction, a change of expression difficult to see in the flickering lights of the club. "Most fun I've had on the job in a long time," he answers Amara, lifting his glass in salute. "A pleasure to meet you, Stacia." His eyes drift up and down Toxin's form appreciatively without much effort to hide it.
Toxin smirks slightly, straightening up off of the bar, the better to see Derek. Or perhaps the better to allow herself to be admired. "If you have impressed Amara, you are definitely worth meeting, Derek. A pleasure." she purrs, offering him her hand, which is in a black glove matching the rest of her outfit. A wink is given Amara. "You meet some interesting people."
"I would like to say that fun follows me," Amara offers with a sly grin. Just what kind of fun she meant, well, that was for others to find out. A brow is raised as her friend is admired by Derek. Second time around him, second time the other female got the attention. Which was just fine as she prefered to stick to the darkness most times. "You would know," she points out to Toxin. "I did, after all, run across you as well. Different settings completely, but pleasurable all the same." She sips her drink, her nose wrinkling slightly. These sours were made so differently each place she went to. "Though, that does make me wonder what a fine gentleman such as yourself, Derek, is doing in such a place tonight."
Derek is inclined to kiss Toxin's hand if she does not withdraw it. As out of place as the gesture might seem in this particular club, Derek sells the gesture with confidence and authority. His eyes turn back to Amara, and is happy to appreciate her as well, but Toxin is less familiar. "This club was recommended to me as being a little more lively than the Sweet Basil. I haven't decided whether it's really my style or not yet. Though it /is/ as advertised."
Toxin chuckles softly and allows Derek to kiss her hand, offering him a small smile. She turns to Amara for a moment, but back to Derek as he speaks. "You work at Sweet Basil? Good place, and good music. Though a lot of the time I prefer the music they offer here. More bands that we represent play here, at any rate." She takes a sip out of her drink and regards the dance floor for a minute.
Amara takes the opportunity to scan the crowd. She wasn't looking to play as she had with Fatin, she just liked to have a sense of who was around her. Or how many places she could hide in, to be more accurate. "If you wish to get lost in a crowd, this would be the place to come. The music here is more than tolerable, and the environment is more to my likings." The clothes were less formal, and it is a place that is easier for her to lose herself. Literally. As Toxin looks to the dance floor, she does as well, if only out of instinct or even habit.
Derek nods in answer to Toxin's question. "Just started there," he acknowledges. "And I do like their lineup, even if it's a little old fashioned." He lifts his chin in the direction of the speakers. "You work for a recording label?" The question is directed to both women; they /did/ enter together, so it's entirely possible they work together as well.
Toxin glances over the speakers, noting the song before she nods at Derek. "Succubus Entertainments. In general, we handle musicians, but we've been known to manage artists, athletes, and actors as well." She makes no mention of her position within the company, leaving that to speculation, or for someone to ask.
Amara raises a brow at the conversation, but remains silent. She wasn't about to speak about her part of the company, either, since it really was non-existant. Not only did they enter together, but they dressed similar. Perhaps this was their chosen uniforms? "All the fun stuff," she adds softly, eyes drifting once more. "The one thing I prefer about the Sweet Basil is that all too attractive men...." And yes, she's looking at Derek. ".. bring you your drinks. Service with a smile, as they would say."
Murid has left.
Derek nods slowly at the mention of the company; looks as though he's at least heard the name, even if he's hardly familiar with all of their inner workings. There's a flicker in his eyes at the mention of athletes, and he does look built well enough to be one. Exactly what it means, however, is difficult to guess. "Nice name for a company," he comments idly before focusing on Amara. "Tell you what. I'll get you ladies your next round, in honor of our last collaberation." Not that he's going to be drawn into buying multiple bottles of champagne at over a hundred dollars a pop.
Toxin chuckles softly and shrugs, taking a deep pull at her drink and draining half of it. "Unfortunately, I didn't name it." she returns, content for the moment to settle back and let the two talk. Her sharp eyes make out someone she recognizes, and she murmurs to Amara, "Will you excuse me? I'll be back in just a moment." With that, she's off, sliding into an empty seat at a table full of complete strangers to everybody but her.
Amara places her hands into her back pockets, causing the trench to open further, although it still keeps all of her playtoys hidden. "Neither did I," she notes about the company. "Although, the name can be very fun indeed." At the offer of next round, she looks to her own drink and takes another sip. "Only if you specify that they must add cherries," she comments before winking playfully. "And worry not, I would never treat you as we treated that other fool. You have some wit about you, and deserve better than to be left naked and penny-less in public." Ooo.. did he even know about that part? She watches as Toxin steps off, but tries not to make it overly obvious.
Derek's eyes drift to watch Toxin heading for the table of unfamiliar people, though he is clearly still listening to Amara. A little snort escapes him. "A man who gets fooled that badly /wants/ to be taken for a ride. And that's definitely not the ride /I'd/ choose." He leans over the bar and speaks to the bartender who nods and goes to, presumably, find some cherries.
Toxin speaks briefly to a ponytailed youth chatting up his friends, then nods and heads back to Amara and Derek. "One sees clients in the strangest places." she says idly, finishing off her drink and pushing it across the bar at the bartender. "Speaking of clients, Amara, I have a job for you, courtesy of Mr. Lensherr. We'll need to discuss details, of course, but I think you'll enjoy it."
Amara raises a brow and offers Derek that nearly irresistable smile. "Oh, and which ride would you prefer?" She would have allowed her gaze to linger until he answers, but Toxin's return marks more importance. Especially at the mention of a job. "A job is a job, dear Stacia," she muses, not at all appearing excited, even though she was. "Yet, if you think that I shall enjoy it, it must be good. I will resist the urge to accept before hearing details."
Derek is about to reply to Amara with something either witty and suave or hamhanded and overeager when something in Toxin's speech brings him up cold. "Mr. Lensherr," he repeats. "You two are, ah, aquaintances of his?" Ooo. Clearly the name means more than nothing to him, as well. "Well, I /do/ seem to meet the most interesting people."
It's a very good thing that Toxin is well trained at covering up her feelings, otherwise surprise would be written all over her face. She reaches coolly for her drink, nodding to the bartender. "And how do you know of Mr. Lensherr, Derek?" she asks, appearing interested in the answer, and making no claim to knowing more than his name.
No answer. Drat. Oh, well. Hopefully there would be many more chances to make the man at least slightly uncomfortable. She makes no gesture ya or neh about knowing the man, never one to give up much that she didn't /intend/ to. At this point, it would take a lot to suprise the youth, since she had seen - and done - pleanty. Another effect of living in shadow, perhaps? The bartender returns with cherries and she gives him a look suggesting that they should have been there to begin with. "Much better," she speaks to herself, stirring them about in her drink. "Although, I cannot say I am fond of the actual cherry itself. Would anyone care for it?" Yes, she just went there.
"I met him recently," Derek replies, his own expression similarly controlled. There is a flat neutrality to his words that betrays the fact that he is deliberately giving away as little as possible. For the moment, it serves its purpose as a poker face well enough. "Though I imagine I should not discuss it further until he and I have finished our discussion...which ought to be soon." Amara's ante upping flirtation distracts him again, though he is still a little stiffer than he was. "I'd love your cherry," he answers in a very credible deadpan.
Toxin allows a smirk to flash across her face. "Do tell. Mr. Lensherr and I are...acquaintances." she replies, although she really doesn't expect a response to that. A soft laugh follows, and she shakes her head at Derek, her own hand halfway to taking the fruit. "You beat me to the punch." Her voice has a mock-scolding tone to it, but instead she takes a cherry from the bartender and eats it whole. There's very little movement in her mouth, but when she pulls the stem out, it's tied. She wipes it on a napkin and offers it to Amara. "For you, my dear."
The brief exchange between the two who had actually met the fabled Mr Lensherr was watched with mock interest. Easily done when one can't read your eyes. As the gift is handed to her, she smiles and quickly places it in the pocket of her trench. "To keep it safe, and near," she explains to Toxin, although her words were lies and she knew it would be caught. No need to go looking odd at this point. After twirling the fruit about in her glass a few more times, she holds it up by the stem and offers it to Derek. She would offer to actually place it in his mouth, but was not about to even try. Have some respect for the short! "You are more than welcome to it, dear..." Is that an invitation?
Derek accepts the cherry stem between two fingers, using his large hand as a surprisingly delicate instrument of theatrics. He then lifts it for himself and uses his teeth pop the cherry off its stem. Not that subtle, perhaps, but confident looks better on Derek than subtle anyway. "Mm. Thank you. Perhaps I'll have to take you up again another day. But for now, I'm afraid I have to be getting going. I have no doubt I'll be seeing you both again." If nothing else, he certainly seems interested in doing so.
Toxin watches Amara carefully and nods, but she understands the reasons for what she did. One doesn't touch something that comes from Toxin's mouth without care. She turns, smirks once more and nods to Derek. "Until then, Derek. I look forward to seeing you again." Looking over at Amara, she comments, "Would you care to find somewhere we can talk, or would you prefer to dance a bit?"
Amara was, of course, most careful when dealing with her poisonous friend. A bit of a pout is given to Derek along with a nod. "We do seem to run into each other. Perhaps we will again soon." She blinks, looking to Toxin before she shakes her head. "You should know me by now. All work and no play." A pause, and then a glance to Derek. "Well, little play."
"Let us hope," Derek agrees with them both before fishing out his wallet and leaving some money on the bar; assuming he hasn't drunk a whole lot, and he doesn't smell or sound it, there is probably enough money there to cover the round he promised, his own drinks, and a pretty good tip. "Good night, ladies." He adjusts the neck of his overcoat, replaces his mirrored sunglasses, and makes his way out of the club.
Derek has disconnected.
Toxin smirks as she watches Derek walk off. "He's a handsome one, Amara, wherever did you find him?" she purrs, keeping an eye on the big man until he's completely gone. "I must admit, a fine specimen of male, and if he knows Erik..." she leaves the sentence unfinished, instead winking at Amara and nodding towards the dance floor. "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to take a turn."
Amara crosses her arms about her chest and nods. "I am not about to argue with you about that." Um.. no. "Honestly, he was my waiter the other night. He aided in scamming some poor, rich fool out of much money, and we split the difference. Not my kind of money making, but it was entertaining." Any mention of Erik is seemingly ignored, but if Toxin knew Amara at all by now, she would know better. "Have at it," she finally says before patting her trench. "Unfortunetly I did not come equipped to dance. To fend off a small army, perhaps, but not to dance."
Toxin laughs softly and nods. "You were lucky, in that case. He must cut a rather dashing figure..." she trails off, lost in thought for a moment, then catches a man's eye and winks at Amara once more. "I'll be back, dear. Find us a booth where we can talk, would you?" And she's off, wrapping her arms around this stranger and getting whirled onto the dance floor.
Amara raises her eyebrows and allows them to fall. There was to be no arguements about Derek, although she personally preferred Alex. At least, for the time being... until she could find a use for him. "As you wish." She turns suddenly on her heels and marches off, her trench billowing as she does so. Amazing how, despite her size, no one came close to running into her. It's all about attitude. She selects a both that is rather enclosed by walls, rather shadowed, and extremely private. She still has a good deal of her drink there, so she sits and sips, watching random people. How dark she looked when she didn't smile.
Logfile from XMM.
Derek is standing by the bar, getting himself something poured over ice. At the moment, he stands out among the somewhat younger crowd flocking around the bar, but there are few crowds in which the enormous man would not stand out. A black leather overcoat conceals most of his body, but the way it hangs serves to emphasize his shoulder. As his drink arrives, he turns back to survey the club, dark eyes impassive.
Especially in this club, a pair of women wearing black is nothing unusual. However, tonight is special, because Toxin is treating Amara to a night on the town, from the highest class places to the more frightening ones, like this one. The blonde female strips off her trench coat, revealing the black catsuit she's wearing, and nods at Amara. "To the bar. What can I get you tonight?" she queries, her high heels, and the rest of her, already heading in that direction.
Amara never much cared for a trench coat, as it normally got in her way. Tonight, however, is an exception. The long leather trench is worn open, allowing her outfit to be seen. Tight, black leather pants and a sleeveless black turtleneck which actually allows much of her mid section to be seen. She never really had to worry about being cold. "Real alcohol," she quips, placid eyes flashing to Toxin. "Amaretto sour, I believe." Her heeled boots amazingly make no noise as she walks, and give the short woman some height, if only a little. She follows immediately behind Toxin.
Murid has arrived.
Derek is watching those approaching. His black leather overcoat opens over a three piece suit entirely in black. The details are difficult to pick out, black on black against dark brown skin, but the outfit is clearly a cut above most of the men in the club, and thus a bit out of place. He spots Amara as she approaches the bar and his eyebrows raise. "We meet again. Amara, if I recall?" He gives a little nod to Toxin as well, though he doesn't know the other woman.
Toxin leans against the bar and orders, "Amaretto sour, and a desert sunrise, no ice." She leans against the bar, having to look up at Derek, but her eye looks approvingly at him. A glance is given Amara after she returns the nod to the stranger. "Friend of yours?" she asks, but an answer will have to wait as she reaches back to get their drinks, and hands her newest protege' hers.
It would be rather difficult to say that once close enough to the bar, Amara did not see Derek. She does spot him and looks his way in time to catch his words. "Yes, Derek." She allows her eyes to wander up and down is appearance, obviously so. "You look just as fine as I remember." Again she offers him a sweet smile, similar to the one she had last they met. "Many thanks," she speaks to Toxin as she retrieves her drink. "Stacia, this is Derek. A rather amazing waiter who knows just when and how to earn some money."
The corners of Derek's eyes crinkle slightly at Amara's introduction, a change of expression difficult to see in the flickering lights of the club. "Most fun I've had on the job in a long time," he answers Amara, lifting his glass in salute. "A pleasure to meet you, Stacia." His eyes drift up and down Toxin's form appreciatively without much effort to hide it.
Toxin smirks slightly, straightening up off of the bar, the better to see Derek. Or perhaps the better to allow herself to be admired. "If you have impressed Amara, you are definitely worth meeting, Derek. A pleasure." she purrs, offering him her hand, which is in a black glove matching the rest of her outfit. A wink is given Amara. "You meet some interesting people."
"I would like to say that fun follows me," Amara offers with a sly grin. Just what kind of fun she meant, well, that was for others to find out. A brow is raised as her friend is admired by Derek. Second time around him, second time the other female got the attention. Which was just fine as she prefered to stick to the darkness most times. "You would know," she points out to Toxin. "I did, after all, run across you as well. Different settings completely, but pleasurable all the same." She sips her drink, her nose wrinkling slightly. These sours were made so differently each place she went to. "Though, that does make me wonder what a fine gentleman such as yourself, Derek, is doing in such a place tonight."
Derek is inclined to kiss Toxin's hand if she does not withdraw it. As out of place as the gesture might seem in this particular club, Derek sells the gesture with confidence and authority. His eyes turn back to Amara, and is happy to appreciate her as well, but Toxin is less familiar. "This club was recommended to me as being a little more lively than the Sweet Basil. I haven't decided whether it's really my style or not yet. Though it /is/ as advertised."
Toxin chuckles softly and allows Derek to kiss her hand, offering him a small smile. She turns to Amara for a moment, but back to Derek as he speaks. "You work at Sweet Basil? Good place, and good music. Though a lot of the time I prefer the music they offer here. More bands that we represent play here, at any rate." She takes a sip out of her drink and regards the dance floor for a minute.
Amara takes the opportunity to scan the crowd. She wasn't looking to play as she had with Fatin, she just liked to have a sense of who was around her. Or how many places she could hide in, to be more accurate. "If you wish to get lost in a crowd, this would be the place to come. The music here is more than tolerable, and the environment is more to my likings." The clothes were less formal, and it is a place that is easier for her to lose herself. Literally. As Toxin looks to the dance floor, she does as well, if only out of instinct or even habit.
Derek nods in answer to Toxin's question. "Just started there," he acknowledges. "And I do like their lineup, even if it's a little old fashioned." He lifts his chin in the direction of the speakers. "You work for a recording label?" The question is directed to both women; they /did/ enter together, so it's entirely possible they work together as well.
Toxin glances over the speakers, noting the song before she nods at Derek. "Succubus Entertainments. In general, we handle musicians, but we've been known to manage artists, athletes, and actors as well." She makes no mention of her position within the company, leaving that to speculation, or for someone to ask.
Amara raises a brow at the conversation, but remains silent. She wasn't about to speak about her part of the company, either, since it really was non-existant. Not only did they enter together, but they dressed similar. Perhaps this was their chosen uniforms? "All the fun stuff," she adds softly, eyes drifting once more. "The one thing I prefer about the Sweet Basil is that all too attractive men...." And yes, she's looking at Derek. ".. bring you your drinks. Service with a smile, as they would say."
Murid has left.
Derek nods slowly at the mention of the company; looks as though he's at least heard the name, even if he's hardly familiar with all of their inner workings. There's a flicker in his eyes at the mention of athletes, and he does look built well enough to be one. Exactly what it means, however, is difficult to guess. "Nice name for a company," he comments idly before focusing on Amara. "Tell you what. I'll get you ladies your next round, in honor of our last collaberation." Not that he's going to be drawn into buying multiple bottles of champagne at over a hundred dollars a pop.
Toxin chuckles softly and shrugs, taking a deep pull at her drink and draining half of it. "Unfortunately, I didn't name it." she returns, content for the moment to settle back and let the two talk. Her sharp eyes make out someone she recognizes, and she murmurs to Amara, "Will you excuse me? I'll be back in just a moment." With that, she's off, sliding into an empty seat at a table full of complete strangers to everybody but her.
Amara places her hands into her back pockets, causing the trench to open further, although it still keeps all of her playtoys hidden. "Neither did I," she notes about the company. "Although, the name can be very fun indeed." At the offer of next round, she looks to her own drink and takes another sip. "Only if you specify that they must add cherries," she comments before winking playfully. "And worry not, I would never treat you as we treated that other fool. You have some wit about you, and deserve better than to be left naked and penny-less in public." Ooo.. did he even know about that part? She watches as Toxin steps off, but tries not to make it overly obvious.
Derek's eyes drift to watch Toxin heading for the table of unfamiliar people, though he is clearly still listening to Amara. A little snort escapes him. "A man who gets fooled that badly /wants/ to be taken for a ride. And that's definitely not the ride /I'd/ choose." He leans over the bar and speaks to the bartender who nods and goes to, presumably, find some cherries.
Toxin speaks briefly to a ponytailed youth chatting up his friends, then nods and heads back to Amara and Derek. "One sees clients in the strangest places." she says idly, finishing off her drink and pushing it across the bar at the bartender. "Speaking of clients, Amara, I have a job for you, courtesy of Mr. Lensherr. We'll need to discuss details, of course, but I think you'll enjoy it."
Amara raises a brow and offers Derek that nearly irresistable smile. "Oh, and which ride would you prefer?" She would have allowed her gaze to linger until he answers, but Toxin's return marks more importance. Especially at the mention of a job. "A job is a job, dear Stacia," she muses, not at all appearing excited, even though she was. "Yet, if you think that I shall enjoy it, it must be good. I will resist the urge to accept before hearing details."
Derek is about to reply to Amara with something either witty and suave or hamhanded and overeager when something in Toxin's speech brings him up cold. "Mr. Lensherr," he repeats. "You two are, ah, aquaintances of his?" Ooo. Clearly the name means more than nothing to him, as well. "Well, I /do/ seem to meet the most interesting people."
It's a very good thing that Toxin is well trained at covering up her feelings, otherwise surprise would be written all over her face. She reaches coolly for her drink, nodding to the bartender. "And how do you know of Mr. Lensherr, Derek?" she asks, appearing interested in the answer, and making no claim to knowing more than his name.
No answer. Drat. Oh, well. Hopefully there would be many more chances to make the man at least slightly uncomfortable. She makes no gesture ya or neh about knowing the man, never one to give up much that she didn't /intend/ to. At this point, it would take a lot to suprise the youth, since she had seen - and done - pleanty. Another effect of living in shadow, perhaps? The bartender returns with cherries and she gives him a look suggesting that they should have been there to begin with. "Much better," she speaks to herself, stirring them about in her drink. "Although, I cannot say I am fond of the actual cherry itself. Would anyone care for it?" Yes, she just went there.
"I met him recently," Derek replies, his own expression similarly controlled. There is a flat neutrality to his words that betrays the fact that he is deliberately giving away as little as possible. For the moment, it serves its purpose as a poker face well enough. "Though I imagine I should not discuss it further until he and I have finished our discussion...which ought to be soon." Amara's ante upping flirtation distracts him again, though he is still a little stiffer than he was. "I'd love your cherry," he answers in a very credible deadpan.
Toxin allows a smirk to flash across her face. "Do tell. Mr. Lensherr and I are...acquaintances." she replies, although she really doesn't expect a response to that. A soft laugh follows, and she shakes her head at Derek, her own hand halfway to taking the fruit. "You beat me to the punch." Her voice has a mock-scolding tone to it, but instead she takes a cherry from the bartender and eats it whole. There's very little movement in her mouth, but when she pulls the stem out, it's tied. She wipes it on a napkin and offers it to Amara. "For you, my dear."
The brief exchange between the two who had actually met the fabled Mr Lensherr was watched with mock interest. Easily done when one can't read your eyes. As the gift is handed to her, she smiles and quickly places it in the pocket of her trench. "To keep it safe, and near," she explains to Toxin, although her words were lies and she knew it would be caught. No need to go looking odd at this point. After twirling the fruit about in her glass a few more times, she holds it up by the stem and offers it to Derek. She would offer to actually place it in his mouth, but was not about to even try. Have some respect for the short! "You are more than welcome to it, dear..." Is that an invitation?
Derek accepts the cherry stem between two fingers, using his large hand as a surprisingly delicate instrument of theatrics. He then lifts it for himself and uses his teeth pop the cherry off its stem. Not that subtle, perhaps, but confident looks better on Derek than subtle anyway. "Mm. Thank you. Perhaps I'll have to take you up again another day. But for now, I'm afraid I have to be getting going. I have no doubt I'll be seeing you both again." If nothing else, he certainly seems interested in doing so.
Toxin watches Amara carefully and nods, but she understands the reasons for what she did. One doesn't touch something that comes from Toxin's mouth without care. She turns, smirks once more and nods to Derek. "Until then, Derek. I look forward to seeing you again." Looking over at Amara, she comments, "Would you care to find somewhere we can talk, or would you prefer to dance a bit?"
Amara was, of course, most careful when dealing with her poisonous friend. A bit of a pout is given to Derek along with a nod. "We do seem to run into each other. Perhaps we will again soon." She blinks, looking to Toxin before she shakes her head. "You should know me by now. All work and no play." A pause, and then a glance to Derek. "Well, little play."
"Let us hope," Derek agrees with them both before fishing out his wallet and leaving some money on the bar; assuming he hasn't drunk a whole lot, and he doesn't smell or sound it, there is probably enough money there to cover the round he promised, his own drinks, and a pretty good tip. "Good night, ladies." He adjusts the neck of his overcoat, replaces his mirrored sunglasses, and makes his way out of the club.
Derek has disconnected.
Toxin smirks as she watches Derek walk off. "He's a handsome one, Amara, wherever did you find him?" she purrs, keeping an eye on the big man until he's completely gone. "I must admit, a fine specimen of male, and if he knows Erik..." she leaves the sentence unfinished, instead winking at Amara and nodding towards the dance floor. "If you don't mind, I think I'm going to take a turn."
Amara crosses her arms about her chest and nods. "I am not about to argue with you about that." Um.. no. "Honestly, he was my waiter the other night. He aided in scamming some poor, rich fool out of much money, and we split the difference. Not my kind of money making, but it was entertaining." Any mention of Erik is seemingly ignored, but if Toxin knew Amara at all by now, she would know better. "Have at it," she finally says before patting her trench. "Unfortunetly I did not come equipped to dance. To fend off a small army, perhaps, but not to dance."
Toxin laughs softly and nods. "You were lucky, in that case. He must cut a rather dashing figure..." she trails off, lost in thought for a moment, then catches a man's eye and winks at Amara once more. "I'll be back, dear. Find us a booth where we can talk, would you?" And she's off, wrapping her arms around this stranger and getting whirled onto the dance floor.
Amara raises her eyebrows and allows them to fall. There was to be no arguements about Derek, although she personally preferred Alex. At least, for the time being... until she could find a use for him. "As you wish." She turns suddenly on her heels and marches off, her trench billowing as she does so. Amazing how, despite her size, no one came close to running into her. It's all about attitude. She selects a both that is rather enclosed by walls, rather shadowed, and extremely private. She still has a good deal of her drink there, so she sits and sips, watching random people. How dark she looked when she didn't smile.