F01-OP Blackbook, Grand Opening

[Hirru 0]

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[Cascade 0]

~PH~

[Jevi 0]

The attacker scurried off the moment they felt Jevi's grip loosen on the handful of hair. Dipping out of the club with their metaphorical tail between their legs. She followed his retreat, making sure he were headed towards the front door. Hopefully Oscar's bouncer could do their job next time and keep uninvited guests out. 

Then again, was anyone really 'uninvited' if Oscar dropped flyers on every single open floor?

Averting her gaze from the front door to the establishment, she would give a sweeping look at the players around her. The ones that just stood and watched as a woman was attacked. Sucking her teeth to show her annoyance, she turned around to see how Mari and her husband were doing. 

“V…Am shorry.”

"Huh? Mari wha-?" she looked down at the man she was currently using as a seat. Did Jevi invertedly start a bar fight? She first looked back to the opposite end of the bar, past the shoulders of curious players gawking in their direction, to Lancaster. Why had Mari decided to go after Jevi and end up fighting with someone else? (Did she stop another attacker, or did Mari just want in on the action?) Lancaster seemed amused though, watching the two perform as if they were an act on a stage. At least it seemed he and Mari were on the same page, rather than giving her a reason to escape from him. 

"What are you doing?" Jevi asked first, referring to the man beneath her. "Why are you-?" He didn't look familiar, even as Jevi gently pushed the mask from his face with a sandaled foot. Whatever he did, he probably deserved it.

She was just mad she didn't see Mari kicking his ass. 

Reaching a hand down to help the woman up off of the floor, she would pull Mari up off of the man and to her feet. "C'mon" she would gesture for Mari to follow her away from the bar. Jevi had no where in particular to go, just away from the scene they had created. They circled the large dance floor, which had grown with bodies since she last gave it any attention. 

"Got nothin' to be sorry for, why're you apologizin'?"

[Mari 1]

Mari patted the guy she was sitting on. "Unconk...unconsh...un..." She frowned, why was it so hard to talk properly. A shake of her head, an a deep breath. "Unconscious." Mari said with the fluidity of someone who hadn't just downed seven straight whisky drinks. "C-Came to thank you fer helpin' me get Lancashter here an...man...yanked my hair." Mari would rest the back of her head against the bar, closing her eyes. She was so sick of fighting. Mari figured Vincent did this to allow Mari to let off some steam, but this wasn't what she needed. "Hmmm?" She'd open her eyes again, feeling something move in front of her face. "Ah." Mari grabbed hold of V's hand and used it to help pull herself up.

A slight stumble and Mari's head collided with V's shoulder. The woman would gesture for Mari to follow, then a tug on her hand and they were off, away from the fight and from the bar. The one place that had been Mari's sanctuary throughout the hole night. A glance over her shoulder at Lancaster, but he just watched the two of them, an amused grin on his face as he sipped his drink. Is this okay?  Mari thought to herself as she unconsciously squeezed V's hand.

V pulled Mari around the dance floor, where couples embraced a little too closely - others in passionate positions. Mari cleared her throat and shook her head, she wasn't used to being surrounded by things like this.

"Got nothin' to be sorry for, why're you apologizin'?"

"Oh."

Why...was she apologizing again? V paused and let go of Mari's hand, eyes turned to her as though waiting for an answer. "I-" Mari shifted her gaze away, the bar unseen now. Her husband disappeared behind the crowd. "I- you seemed...annoyed? I think. When Lancashter arrived." Now that Mari was voicing it, it seemed a little silly. "And - I asshumed yer were not wantin to hang out no more. Which ish fine but-" Mari gestured from V toward herself with a few points. "You and I are now here, sho maybe I wash wrong. I don't know. I'm not good at shoshalishing. Hell. I'm not even good at apologiesh."

An awkward laugh followed by the tug of her hair. Gods...She was bad at this. The alcohol certainly didn't help. "I..." She looked down at her hands then clenched them into fists, unclenched them and stared at her open palms. "I do a lotta bad thingsh. Sho easily...but thish? Thish is hard."

@Lancaster

@Jevi

Edited 1 hour ago by Mari