Dec. 30th, 2013 09:47 pm
tiny_dancer81: (Car Ride)
[personal profile] tiny_dancer81
She'd meant to check out Ragnarok anyway.

The upper level of the attraction was a haunted house, and Theresa entertained herself by trying to tell what species some of the staff might be. She even struck up idle conversation with a couple of them. When the vampire was pointed towards the entrance to the lower level, she descended the stairs, then paused at the bottom step.

She didn't even know if Katherine would show up or was going to be around. The other vampire had seemed like the secretive type, but Theresa's curiosity was piqued enough that she at least wanted to have a look around.

There was a bar, and she ordered three shots of tequila. She would hang out and see what happened. There were worse ways to kill a night.
birthright_npc: (Vegas)
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The grand ballroom of the Skylark Hotel was awash in shades of forest green and gold. The charity ball had been arranged to benefit a local children's hospital, and so a large percentage of the proceeds from the door tickets and bar would be donated to renovate the facility. A two-story Christmas tree towered over the buffet tables of festive finger foods and chocolate fountain, and people had placed unwrapped toys under the limbs to be delivered to the hospital the next day. Champagne flowed freely. There were two stages for the live jazz musicians that would play all night. Santa's scantily clad elves wandered about the room with trays of shrimp and caviar. A dance floor took up the center of the space underneath a gleaming chandelier and there were beautifully decorated round tables on the edges of the room.

The ticket price was manageable, and a few tickets had gone out free for radio promotions and the like.

Luckily for the undead, the decor did not include wall-to-wall mirrors, though there were a few on the high ceiling.

In various corners, Vegas performance artists entertained to ooohs and aaahs. For instance, there was a man eating a gleaming sword in the corner.

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The Shark Tank... Usually, just a casino, but flyers had been posted and handed out, all over Vegas, indicating that, for this night, gambling would be optional. That there would be a party for Hallowe'en and a themed costume contest to match. Good for publicity and, not to mention, the bar - especially with no entrance fee!

Downstairs was the gambling section. Upstairs being where the main party was being held. Only the two floors existed and it made for a nice, self-contained atmosphere.

No actual vampires or other denizens of the night, of course. At least, for the most part. They tended to find nights like this a little offensive.

Something else which would be changing later...

[OOC: Open to everyone! Make yourselves at home and things will take a change for the violent in a little while. :)]
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It began with a screech.

A loud one; rubber biting into road as it battled against inertia. The vehicle finally coming to a halt and the pitch of engine changing as it was put into reverse. No traffic to impede its way, not out here. Especially with the onset of darkness.

For a few moments nothing happened. The occupant remaining within, squinting through the glass with an expression somewhere between dissatisfaction and curiosity. Then the door opened, allowing music to spill out into the night air, as female boots hit the ground and lifted their owner up out of the car. Someone who, from the looks of her, wouldn't have been out of place cruising along on a Harley-Davidson.

Of course, that wasn't too wise when you needed 100% insulation from the sun.

With an arrogant sniff, the figure spread out map upon the hood, using a small torch to observe the inked details of small print under moonlight. The ignition having been turned off, saving on the would-be annoyance of too many vibrations. There followed a pause... Head turning this way and that, as the woman looked around for some kind of identifying landmarks. Then back, again, to the map. The fingerless glove of one hand keeping the map straight and the other rubbing the back of head in frustration. The long-haired brunette giving a growl of annoyance soon after.

"No, no, nooo..."

Next came a slam of fist and curses whined out under breath, culminating in a disbelieving, "This...? This is fucking Searchlight?"

A small jig of feet and her boot met tyre in a sudden kick.

Katherine Williams was not a happy bunny.



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