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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 6:16 pm
Los Angeles
California
United states
9 PM
The city was filled with it's usual hustle and bustle, as any other night. New York may hold the title of "City that never sleeps" but LA probably only caught a wink or two between binges, if that. Everyone wanted to be someone in this town. Glitz and glamour drawing hopefuls from all over the world, and then some, with hopes of pinning a star to that walk of fame. Hell, even the homeless had IMDB pages.
Stardom, however was just as hard to come by as a smile from a beautiful woman. Well, hard for most. Many were chewed up, spit out and left to eek out pedestrian lives serving the elite they secretly, or not so secretly hated for being unable to join.
Those poor sods, were not on the guest list.
As ever, the line to pass through the doors of Lux wrapped around the corner. The ambiance, the music, the ...Je ne sais quoi of the place, and it's owner, drawing clientele to the club like a magnet.
Tonight the music pulsed in the time with the lighting just like any other. Stars, starlets and affluent business types rubbing shoulders, covering drinks and breathing in the atmosphere. Dancing girls, and boys, took up stations in cages, on tables or on laps, clad in just enough to be...sinfully decadent. Decadence, after all, second only to debauchery, were the name of the game.
With a sharp Ding, private elevator doors opened, and the proprietor himself stepped forth. Black loafers of Italian leather peeking out from the cuffs of perfectly tailored slacks carried him over to the railing in front of the bar, diamond cuff links tinking gently as his hands came to rest on the cool metal. A suit jacket of matching black set perfectly against a crimson collared shirt, the top button left almost haphazardly undone. Each aspect of his appearance was cultivated to perfection, because, well, perfection was what he was. The collective gaze of the crowd instantly was drawn to him, ladies, gents of a mind and everything in between. And then the moment passed, the ebb and flow returning to normal as if he were not even there.
His right hand lifted for a moment, passing before eyes of ice blue to fix a few stray inky black locks. Lips set in a knowing smirk, a cultured, but un-placablely accented voice issued forth, smooth as oil on glass. "Well. Let's see what tonight brings us...."
((Open to all, please feel free to join the party))
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 7:02 pm
Steph bounced on her heels. The first time being to Los Angles it only felt right to go clubbing. Maybe she'd even see a star or two if she were lucky. Caught up in the bright lighted city, only used to the gloom and doom of Gotham she looked like a lost little girl trying to make it big. Her green eyes primped, her blond hair pampered or was it the other way around? Steph was never great with all the girly stuff. Stephanie chewed on her bottom glossed lip before tugging the black leather jacket tighter around herself.
She could feel the vibrations of the club from outside and down the block. Finally the line began to move, almost painstakingly slow she made her way to the ropes allowing entrance to Lux. Before long Stephanie stepped foot through the doors glancing around. Her blonde brow quirking at the site of the caged dancers. "We're not in Kansas anymore." She mumbled to herself feeling extremely over clothed.
Steph already had most of the place mentally mapped out, should she need to escape. Bouncing on her heels again she made her way further from the crowded center of the room.
Hearing a faint ding her green eyes searched before seeing elevator doors closing behind a man's figure. Must be someone of high importance if he was using the private elevators. Goosebumps formed up her arms, a shiver sent down her spine as the room came to a momentary halt. Glancing around the room then back to where a majority of the crowed gazed. Stephanie cleared her throat before turning her attention towards the bar.
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