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Oh Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] | [member="Anemone Nivalis"] | [member="Tempest"] -- Dahomey , 2200 Hours Local Standard Time


Delila knew her peace couldn't last long enough. Siobhan wouldn't -- or couldn't -- leave her alone for more than five minutes. She had just returned from training troops in the Corporate Sector so it wasn't as if she had just saw the woman. Apparently Sio had also brought friends along on her trip, although the brunette had failed to say who was coming along. Delila could only imagine it was more of Siobahn's friends ; aristocrats who were in a fake club to 'promote literacy'. Literacy of the female body it had seemed. The redhead wasn't as daft as many made her out to be.

Standing outside the entrance to Vanity nightclub, Delila waited patiently for her fellow ladies to arrive. Dressed in a black and white get up that looked like a confused animal, the redhead shifted on her black heels. Rythmic, poppy music echoed on the exterior speakers, giving those who waited a taste of what was going on inside the club.

Since arriving on Dahomey, Delila had been told this was the place to be seen. Normally she didn't care about such things. However, Siobhan and her new identity as a kept woman seemed to be. So she would have to suffer for one night and just deal with it. Delila had enough money to drink herself into a comfortably numb situation and drown out any unpleasantness. Hopefully.
 
[member="Delila Castillon"]

Dells would not have to wait for long before Siobhan arrived at the entrance to the appropriately named Club Vanity. How fitting the club was for her probably escaped Siobhan. Heels clacked on the ground as she walked up to the hottest redhead in the land of Dahomey. Siobhan had dressed for the occasion and as such was wearing a beautiful black dress . Shoulder-length dark brown hair framed a heart-shaped face that was scarred but still attractive. For a change Siobhan was relatively punctual, which was far from the norm for her. Perhaps she had spent less time dallying about which colour nail polish to use by deciding that in advance. Or had not spent so much time assessing the quality of the 'room service' the maidens of the hotel she was staying at offered.

Yes, life on top definitely had its perks. Little did Siobhan know that soon things would change and became a good deal more grim. However, that was not for tonight. Of course, the risk that the bar might get burnt down and they might all need bailout to avoid being put in prison could not be denied. But then she presumably had lots of credits she did not know what to do with.

"Hi, Dells. Thanks for coming. I like the outfit," the, in Dells' words, 'death dealer turned socialite beauty queen' said in that happy, chipper tone that seemed the usual one for her now. No, she was not on spice, her addictions were violence, sex and pretty things. Likewise she approved of the club. After all, it was one of those mentioned in her holocron! Yes, apparently whilst making it Siobhan had found the time to include a section about various good clubs and bars. Along with a list of good shops that sold hot leather outfits since that sort of thing was also tremendously important.
 

Anemone Nivalis

M.D., Expert Trauma Surgeon
This was going to be fun... No, really. It was.

A small sigh escaped her lips as attempted to clam herself, eyes locked on the building just ahead of her. That building was Club Vanity. A club... When did she ever come to a club? When was the last time she'd even gone out? Neither question could be answered yet there she stood. In a dress that would make her grandmother question her intentions for the night. But still, things couldn't possibly go too bad. At least she hoped not. Her eyes glanced down, checking herself over one final time. Dress? Check. Hair done? Check? Heels? Check Self esteem? Well, she could only hope that she could find it on her way to the door... Or the bar. "Okay.. Here we go.."

Her heels made an audible click as she moved forward, giving her hips an exaggerated swing with each step, even forcing a small smile. Her eyes locked on the two women as she approached them, calling out. "Siobhan. aren't you looking lovely? And Dells, thanks for the invite, though I'm not sure this has even been my scene." A small laugh escaped her lips as she looked to the two, attempting to look as comfortable as possible in the incredibly short dress. Most likely failing, but attempting none the less.

[member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
 

Tempest

Storm of the Force
[member="Anemone Nivalis"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Delila Castillon"]

Last of the foursome (she wished!) was Tempest. The Dahomey native looked up at the club with a raised eyebrow.
“My, have things changed in a few years. Club Vanity, sounds perfect for us!” she said with a grin.

She wore a very daring outfit of leather and gauze. Though oddly it wasn’t that revealing, as befit her personal dislike with showing her body off except in private with those she had trusted. Especially here. She had been a slave here not so many years before (though how many exactly was a point of contention).

However, she was with friends now and put a hand on Siobhan’s shoulder.
“Well, let’s get in there, shall we? Fortune favours the brave!”
 
[member="Tempest"] | [member="Anemone Nivalis"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Faded blue eyes narrowed at the sound of Siobhan's voice. At one time Delila could remember when it sounded relatively normal. Now it was constantly chipper. One could tell Siobhan her wife and pet were dead and the response would come in that same beauty queen voice. Secretly the redhead was starting to wonder if the real Siobhan had been captured and this were merely a clone. It seemed extremely logical in its own warped way.

"Thanks...its...uh...something different." Delila said of her dress. By now Nivalis and Tempest were arriving. Eyebrow raised at the outfit of the Doctor, a critical eye crossing over the woman. Naturally, much teasing would be had about this. "Hope you don't sneeze while wearing that Nivalis. Tempest, you look great. You're right, we should head into the wild unknown."

Because of Siobhan's nature, entry into Club Vanity was extremely easy. Immediately they were greeted by a dimly illuminated hall before it opened into the expansive club space. The music, the people, the falseness. None of it was her 'scene' per se. However there wasn't much four women could possibly agree on besides a night out. Besides there was a well stocked bar and Delila was looking forward to getting a little liquid tolerance for tonight in her.

"Going to get a drink. Have fun kids."

With that, Delila disappeared towards her oasis in the desert.
 
[member="Tempest"], [member="Delila Castillon"], [member="Anemone Nivalis"]

Fortunately very soon events would wipe the smug smirk from Siobhan's face and make her significantly less chipper. This writer, having become the sadistic sort again, shall take great delight in demolishing her aristo act and inflict suffering. However, that was not for this night.

By now Anemone and Tempest had arrived and Siobhan turned to greet them. She...really liked the attire her favourite doctor had chosen. "I'm sure it'll be...hot inside to avoid sneezing," she quipped, not making lame innuendo at all. "Thanks, Anemone, you look lovely. Between Tempest and me, we'll absolutely make this your scene."

She gave Tempest a quick kiss. Siobhan was quite satisfied with the way her generally loveable minion was turning out so far. "And you're the bravest since you're an Amazon. I love your dress...wear it more often please."

With that she entered into the aptly named Club Vanity. Given who she was gaining entrance into the magnificient club and also be granted access to the VIP lounge. Rhythmic, poppy music echoed across the halls and relentlessly assaulted their ears. Those that passed for the elite of the planet, along with rich foreigners, often those who had come here on business, could be seen congregating in booths or gyrating upon the dance floor, rhythm and grace obviously varying. On a sidenote, Siobhan was a terrible dancer. Pretty waitresse in short dresses went around taking orders from the patrons. As for the bar, it was obviously well stocked and filled to the brim, so Delila would find ample liquor to drown herself in and make her liver suffer! For some reason there was an aquarium on display in the club, though there were no mermaids swimming inside it!

"You going to get plastered already? I feel I will really have to bail you out before the night is over," Siobhan called out after Dells as she vanished in the throng.
 

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