The Warehouse
A dark womb of black, and purple encompass The Warehouse nightclub. The room is a fair sized club area that has been built out of an old warehouse. Most of the club has been well-lit with neon tubing, but the lighting around the booths and back wall are shadowed to provide some modicum of privacy. Other than the dance area, the floor is a deep mauve, with light patterns displayed haphazardly on it. A ring of black light surrounds the ceiling, causing the lighter colors in both the club and on the patrons to fluoresce.
A catwalk spreads over the dance floor, the black iron rails holding state-of-the-art varilights and floods which reflect off of the large disco ball that dangles from the ceiling, splashing the LED dance floor with light. The dance floor itself flashes and pulses to the beat of the music, continually changing colors in a neonic frenzy. On tall black step-platforms set out randomly throughout the dance floor are black dance cages, roomy enough for two people to bump and grind to the music in them.
The bar matches the rest of the nightclub, tall and black with a strand of purple LED's running along the sides and the outer edges. The stools in front of it are white and chrome, reflecting the purple light that washes over the bar area. Behind the bar is a high-tech, mirrored drink area with glass shelving. Various libations, ranging from alcoholic beverages to fruit juices and sodas line the shelves.
The music here is blisteringly loud, but startlingly clear. Heavy bass notes throb, speakers buzzing slightly when the volume reaches its peak.
If she's going to be forced into one friendship, she might as well attempt to establish another one. One of her choosing. It isn't as if she can talk to the first one about /everything/, so the need is arising to talk to someone. There's only one other someone she can think of to speak to. A shaky relationship at best, but at least there is someone she can torment.
Unlike the other times where she's attempted to get a rise out of Scarlett, this time Quinn actually calls. She does it relatively right, which may or may not raise flags. 'It's no ice cream or case of beer, but can we meet up?' was the premise of the call. No gritting of the teeth or eye rolling was involved.
Now? Now Quinn waits at the Warehouse, a table already selected so they can at least sit. Before her is a large glass of beer. To her credit, it barely looks touched.
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The Warehouse is a place Scarlett hasn't been to for at least a month. With the Slugger back at work, and her last night here, she figured it was best to stay away. She would have suggested the Grisly, mostly because it's closer to home and she doesn't have to be in the car at all, but she manages to get to the club without having a a fit of hyperventilation.
Once she enters, she moves to the bar to order a bottle of water. One of those retardedly expensive, fancy bottles of water, but a bottle of water nonetheless. Two little straws in it, and she makes her way to where she can see Niveus sitting.
"Quinn," she near-yells as she sits at the table. "I don't know how you expect conversation here."
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There is a Fontane before her. A shouting Fontane. Carrying a bottle of water. Quinn just blinks in the direction of the person she sees so clearly before her, as if there's something openly wrong. Finally she stands, though, and nods. "I was expecting it to not be as bad on a weekday," she explains, her voice elevated in greeting. "We can go somewhere else if you really want."
As an afterthought, though, Quinn taps on her temple. "I could try to make it not seem so loud, but I wouldn't recommend it." The last time she used her powers she nearly made a man's brain explode. "I guess I don't really need a beer." No insults, no snubs, nothing but pleasantries.
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"No, by all means, have your beer. I just uhh…" Scarlett looks down at the bottle of water. "… drove over here tonight instead of hoofing it. Figure this'll get me home safer." She doesn't look put out that Quinn wants a beer.
"It's fine here, they just have the music really loud is all. Besides, I'm used to screaming at this point." Not that she expects the other witch to scream, it's obvious by her tone it's not Quinn she's speaking of.
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The way she explains things doesn't go unnoticed. Quinn watches her with those all knowing eyes before she motions to the other seat at the table. "Whatever your reasons, it's not my place to care. But either way, as long as you're being safe." Not drinking and driving is incredible safe. So is not drinking while pregnant.
If she has no issues with her drinking, which she doesn't seem to, Quinn will take a seat. The beer is sipped at but not at all chugged like the last time they were around each other. "I think it'll be easier once we sit. "Though screaming isn't exactly your style. Why do it?" If it's bad enough, she can just beat up the people that are pestering the other woman.
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Scarlett eyes the Niveus for a moment, then shrugs. "Those are my reasons," she says simply. Really they are. At the Grisly? She can stagger home. Here? Well it's more than a good few blocks. Taking the seat, she looks over at the other witch and snorts. "Dealing with my ass of a brother, though I doubt that'll be going on for a while." Gnawing on one of the straws, she glances around. Just to make sure that a certain someone isn't here. "So what's with the invite. That's not really like you at all."
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"Exactly." This is said with a grin. It really isn't her place to call anyone out on anything, considering how she normally acts. Besides, there are many other things to talk about. "Cowboy? What did he do? I mean, I /know/ how he is, but anything in specific?" Quinn is well versed in the jerkiness of the other Fontane that she's met.
At the question about going out she finally raises the beer to her lips and fully drinks. It isn't an unhealthy amount, just something than a sip. "I know it's not." Quinn decides to look around as well, as if she knows what to expect to be looking at. Or who. "I just thought it'd be different. I honestly didn't expect you to accept, but it beats being available at home."
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"… Cowboy?" Scarlett raises her brow a little. "If you mean Ivan, yeah. Came over, yelled, nothing out of the ordinary." She's kind of used to her brother's verbal attacks at this point. The bottle of water is placed on the table, and she shrugs her shoulders. "It's nice to be out of the house, yeah. Even if it is the full moon." She slides her phone out of her pocket, and sets it on the table too. As though expecting it to ring. "Why wouldn't I accept?"
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Oh, right. They haven't spoken since then. "Yeah, I gave him that nickname not too long ago. Always rushing into a situation, acting like he knows what's right and that he alone can fix it. If he were more of a gentleman I could see him being a cowboy, in a way." Not in a good way. The term was meant as an insult. Yet Scarlett continues and Quinn just shakes her head. "It's your place. If someone did that to mind? I'd break them into a thousand pieces and /then/ toss them out." Considering what Scar has most likely seen of the warehouse, she likely knows that this isn't an idle threat.
When the phone is placed on the table, the illusionist looks down at hers. It's surprisingly and comfortingly silent. "I hate the full moon. I understand what happens but people still get hurt. Die. I'm trying really hard to take the night off from dealing with it." Since apparently she's some sort of sick serial killer or something. "And I don't know. You and I, we don't exactly have this kind of dynamic. Anyone and I don't have this kind of dynamic. I just didn't feel like randomly picking up some useless person in attempts to get a brief moment of pleasure."
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Rather than break him into a thousand pieces, she slapped him. In Ivan's world, that's probably close to the same thing. "Yeah, I threw him out." Hence the not having to deal with him for a while. "Careful, Niveus. He might decide he likes you, and you already have enough guy troubles with that one." Shaking her head, she sips through the gnawed straw and sighs.
"You and me both. I'm a bit on edge tonight due to it." Let her take that how she wants. "You really shouldn't be going out on the offensive anyhow," she comments as the bottle is set back down. "Well if you're trying to pick me up for a brief moment of pleasure, it won't work." Winking, she adds, "I'm not in the mood." It's less a flirtation and more a tease.
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A look is given as she's not exactly sure how to take that. "I don't have guy troubles. Other than the fact that the male race itself is troubling. Besides, he's smitten with the crazy chick." If it dawns on her at all that she should show respect for a future sister in law it doesn't show. "He's luck that's all you did. I'm not as nice. Maybe you should let me at him for you. I'll have him begging to apologize."
Quinn shakes her head at that. "Offensive defense, I call it. I don't go looking for them as much as I go in public and make sure they aren't looking for someone innocent." She is not a serial killer, not in a /bad/ way. As she's about to ask why Scarlett is on edge, she suddenly laughs. Yes, Quinn is laughing. "No, dear. If I was aiming for that, I'd at least buy you dinner first." The grin is refreshing even if out of place for her. "You could call this a bit of a test."
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"Or begging for more," Scarlett says with a snort. "Besides, you do have guy troubles. You have that guy that I swear is into you even though you say he's not." Rolling her eyes, she takes another sip of the water, and peers at Quinn.
"Good. I prefer a good dinner first. I hate having an empty stomach." It's safe to tease Quinn about this because of who they are. "Offensive defense? Problem is that sometimes things aren't always what they seem, and some people just aren't all that innocent." Besides, much as she has a wariness toward vampires? She knows some only go after criminals and the like.
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"Yeah, right. He seems like he's more about whining than he is about taking stuff." That said, Quinn takes a triumphant drink from her beer, and very nearly spits it all over Scarlett. "It's worse than that. He actually wants to be /friends/ with me. Can you believe that? No one does that." This is something that she's quite adamant about. "Besides, I think I ran into his girlfriend the other day. Also a witch, ironically."
Thankfully there's something to actually smile about. "Only because it's you. Hell, I'd probably even buy you flowers, too. That's more than anyone else will get out of me." The conversation about supernaturals doesn't seem to bother her in the least. "Then they can prove it. It's not like I just go around randomly stabbing things. I haven't seen much in my patrols, honestly, and the one I did find went after me first." It still got away, too.
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"You should have asked her to join the coven," Scarlett says, bemused grin on her face. "Besides which, you claim you don't want friends, so the question is, Niveus, why am I here?" The brow is raised again, and she takes another dainty sip from the over-priced water. "I will concede to you on that point about my brother. He can dish it out, but he sure doesn't like taking it in return." So she's back to those days. Her brother, the pain. Gone is the happy bonding. Ahwell.
"Flowers? For me? Oh geeze, you really are looking to get lucky," she says with a snort. All kidding aside though, Scarlett shakes her head. "Quinn, you need to be more careful. If you've been wandering the same areas don't you think someone will have caught you at it and specifically set out to attack you? Pretty sure I'd do something similar if I were alive umpteen hundred years."
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The look that she gives Scarlett isn't nearly so nice at that point. "How about no." This time she does train a good deal of her beer, as if it keeps her from anything that she shouldn't. "It's different. You've never been insistent about things. Besides, I don't see you jumping through hoops for anything. Look how long it's taken for us to get to /this/ point." She also isn't a member of the opposite sex who /could/ be liked if it came down to it. A headshake is given to her about Ivan. "I really can try to teach him a lesson if you'd like. I'd play nice." As nice as she's able to.
Which is a good following in for the lingering joke. "If I was, at least I know how to do it right." The advice very nearly gets a snappy response before she just shrugs it off. "I'm careful, mostly, but even still Dallas is only so big." That being said… "That's why I'm against having friends in the first place. I really could care less if anything happens to me, but having someone else be put in harm's way is not something I'm thrilled about."
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A handwaft is what Quinn gets, a dismissal on the conversation about her brother. Scarlett honestly doesn't want anything to do with him at the moment. Not even to try to teach him a lesson. What she will do is contact their grandfather later and let him know what's going on. A card she hates to play, but will now that it's become necessary. "Why not? If she's a witch, it would be nice of us to boost our ranks a little." Shrugging, she sips thoughtfully on the water through the straw, and then snorts. "Why would I be insistent? The chance of us becoming actual friends is less than nil. We've been through that." But Scar also knows that technically they're wary frenemies.
"Don't go out stalking vampires with them them." It's really as simple as all that. "It just seems to me that you'd be better suited as 'for hire' rather than putting yourself in danger every night."
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If she were aware of that decision she might flip, at least more than a little. Especially due to the strong feelings that she has towards their grandfather. "Your call, fearless leader. I won't have anything to do with it, and that likely is for the best. You have to admit that I'm not the best when it comes to public relations." That is Quinn Code for the fact that she's very likely already ticked the other woman off. "Exactly. That's my point. You're the closest thing to a friend I have, and you know where we stand. I'm comfortable with this. I'm not used to someone that goes out of their way to get close to me."
"It's not like that, and you know it." It's not as if she'd take anyone out on the hunt with her. She coughs then, the reactions from all things not mixing well with drinking. The beer is set to the side for the moment. "For hire? I doubt that there's people actually willing to pay for such things. Hell, most people don't believe a word I say."
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If Scarlett wanted to be close to the Niveus, she would be. She still can't get over the fact that the woman was sent here to protect those 'cousins' of hers from the Fontane's. Especially the one that Scar could hardly stand. So pompous and 'better than thou'. "Give me her name if you have it, and after meeting her I'll put the feelers out." She's not going to invite people she doesn't know, but if the girl seems like she'll mesh? Then that's acceptable.
There is no further comment about friendships.
"Oh, I bet you could make a pretty penny off those haters. That group, uhh… church. Whatever they are. I'm sure someone there would be stupid enough to pay you big bucks for protection." The Fontane twin finishes off most of the water, and sets it aside for well as now. There is a lull in the music, and she glances to her phone. Still no ring. Still no messages.
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That was her attempt. This night is. They won't be friends, no matter how much she plays nice. This is something that the professor knows, so she just lets it go at that. If only other people realized things as she did. "I don't have it," she does admit. "It might be Paige something or other, but I didn't get a last name. I was focused more on the fact that she was associating with someone claiming to be gifting a fourteen hundred year old vampire." It's easy to see where her attention would be placed in that situation.
Quinn makes a face slightly before draining her drink. "I've never really been a fan of those people." Freaks. Yes, hello Pot. "Though that one might need it. You know, what's-his-face that's fooling around with the twin of your sister-in-law." Names are known, yes, but Quinn likes to be as vague as possible. Her eyes look down to the other women's phone. "Don't let me keep you. It's just a bad night to be out alone so be careful."
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They won't be friends because Quinn isn't ready for friends. Notice how Scarlett isn't running off, and they're actually having yet another pleasant conversation? "Paige something or other. It's enough to go on. I'll figur— what?" Eyes opening wide, Scarlett just sort of stares at the witch across from her. "Are they stupid?" She's had dealings with old vampires in the past, but it's not something she runs around blabbing about publicly. Even with the Great Revelation.
"I don't put much stock in tabloids, I see everything they write about my brother and can guarantee you that one, maybe two articles even touched on the truth." There is a shrug, and she toys with the phone as though touching it will make it ring. "Huh? Oh. Yeah, I know. It's not going to ring, but whatever." Another thing to brush off, that hint of disappointment.
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She's trying. That has to count for something. "I know, it's not much." Then Scarlett reacts nearly the same way that Quinn did, bringing a deep and slow nod of understanding. "Now you understand why I was distracted. Okay, I understand that I need to get over my issues, whatever. How many people do you know that should go around talking like that in the middle of a crowded area? They're lucky that it's me that heard that and not someone else. And as /dumb/ as that woman is, I'm worried about her associating with such a creature."
Unable to help it, Quinn laughs. "Oh, so it's the parts that list that he's dating a mental patient, right? He never really went into it with me but I doubt that they're that far off." She's honestly not all that concerned with the rest of it anyway. What's more interesting is that darn phone and how it causes the Fontane to react. "Make it ring? Or better yet, show up unannounced. There's no explanation for it not ringing." Unless this person is ignoring her, like Quinn ignores mostly everyone.
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Snort. "Maybe the creature is dumb too, to be associating with someone so idiotic." Scarlett shakes her head, pulling the straws out of the bottle of water for a distraction. Each straw is twisted around her finger, then uncurled. Twisted, and uncurled. "Well I don't know many people that associate all that closely with vampires to begin with." Discounting Ivan of course, because he sometimes has to for work. "I'd be more worried about that vampire though, to be honest. If I were it, I'd be ditching someone that dumb pretty damned quick."
A glance is shot at Quinn, one of the straws flicked in her direction. "Actually, that part is true. Him and the mental patient. Engaged now though." There is a brief consideration that she should show up unannounced, but tonight? That may be dangerous. Maybe if she waited a little while… "I don't think they'll be calling this late anyhow. Maybe tomorrow…"
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"You raise an interesting point, Fontane. It's almost as if I have to question how it has lasted so damn long in the first place." Does Quinn care if anyone overhears what she's saying? Absolutely not. She's not the one spouting her mouth off about things that should best be left silent. "I guess maybe they do deserve each other. The blind leading the blind, or whatever you'll have. Either way, I have a feeling that it's not the last time I'll run into them. It seems to be my luck to attract things like that."
The straw is swatted at in mid air, a reaction she just can't help. Still she's upbeat about it, recognizing it for what it is. "Yeah, I figured as much. Or heard, rather. I mean that I knew about the engagement. I just wasn't sure if it was to the tabloid princess or not. Hey, if they're happy. Or even if they're not." Her shoulders are rolled as the empty glass is slid to the side. "Tomorrow, then. But that's just my approach. I've found that people aren't predictable and won't do what you want unless you make them."
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"More like the blind leading the stupid," Scarlett suggests, giving a bit of a laugh. Her first real one of the evening. "Well hopefully for your luck, you don't get attacked by a 1400 year old vampire. I have a feeling they'd be able to handle anything you threw at them." Again, she doesn't really know all that many, but chances are something that old would have a hell of a lot of survival instinct.
"Yep. Good for them," Scarlett says with a hint of irritation in her voice. Her brother just gets under her skin that much. "True enough, but sometimes you have to wait. Not for people, but for test results."
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A laugh is a good thing, is it not? This is what she's assuming. "The only thing keeping me from looking into this /is/ the age of it. Now, I know I talk a lot, but even I know that I'm no match for a creature of that age. I would last all of a second, given a good situation." She might go a little longer due to her powers but going toe to toe is a deadly mistake.
The subject of the Cowboy and the Mental Patient is dropped, since it seems to bother her. Instead, Quinn nods in tune, as if acknowledging the distaste that seems to have been spoken. It takes a moment for what is said to register before she actually looks to Scarlett, the bemusement gone. "I…" Yes, awkward. "Did you want another water?"
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"Given 1400 years, I'm sure you could be a decent match for it," Scarlett says with another snicker. "Beyond that, yeah. Good advice to yourself. Don't do it, you'll wind up dead." Unless the vampire is feeling particularly chummy or something.
"What? Don't look at me like that." Shifting in the seat, she shakes her head. "I'm fine. I'm not thirsty," she says grumpily. "Beyond which, it's nothing. Just testing. Blood work. Has me on edge." The voice kind of says it may be better not to press it.
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If the vampire is silly enough to keep associates with the one who openly spoke of it, perhaps it would feel pretty chummy. The words are there. She so badly wants to speak them. Still, she's testing herself, trying to make it through a night without dishing too many insults. "I do have some good advice every once in a while. I know it catches some people by surprise." Ivan, namely, but he's not going to be mentioned again.
Oh, but she is looking at her like that. Quinn has a very good idea that she knows what's going on but she's not going to comment about it. Instead, she slowly looks down, as if giving herself time to think. "Like, you weren't bitten, were you? That can be nervous, but not the end of the world." Ironic, considering she knows nothing of Hyde. Funny how Quinn's used to hiding emotions but just not for the sake of others.
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Scarlett laughs once more, "Yes, well I think sometimes everyone has good advice. Not always, but sometimes." The second straw is tied in a knot and flicked at Quinn. "Catch me by surprise though? Hardly. I don't think you're an imbecile."
"Bitten? By what? A vamp? A werewolf?" It's loud enough in here that no one can really overhear their conversation anyhow. At least not without being right atop them. "Ahh, no. Not me," she says shaking her head.
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This time she actually catches the straw that is flicked at her with a grin. "I somehow have a feeling that there are people out there that would disagree." This is said with amusement before she drops the subject. At least the subject about her. "This city so far has been sadly disappointing when it comes to the people. Hopefully I'll at least be impressed by my students."
She's not holding her breath. What Quinn /is/ doing, however, is moving on from the test result conversation as best as possible. "Well, then, someone I know once told me that ice cream is good for things. Maybe you need some?" It's not an offer, mind, but a suggestion. "Maybe give yourself a nice ice cream headache to worry about."
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"Doubtful," Scarlett says about the students. "Chances are, they'll be lazy and reactive, and not at all the type of students you want. Isn't that really always the way it is in university?" With nothing left to throw at Quinn, she sets her hands on the table next to the phone. Eyeing it briefly again.
"So long as you're not suggesting beer floats or something else meant to turn the stomach, I've got a pint of chocolate and a pint of rocky road back at my place. Up for some?" She leaves the offer like that, open. No pressure, no prodding, just an open offer of shared ice cream. Mostly because Scarlett doesn't want to be alone. "If not, it's cool," pun intended, "I may just take your advice and go find the person I need to talk to."
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She does have a straw. The crumbled up straw is flicked back at her idly, no clear intent of actually even hitting her is made. This isn't an evening for sparring and Scarlett doesn't seem like sparring material. "Most likely. I never really cared for my peers in school so I'm not sure why I'd hope for anything different. I just hate being bored." Doesn't everyone?
The mention of beer floats actually brings a laugh. "That sounds horrid. Don't give anyone that idea. I swear, if I see that on the market, I know exactly who to blame." As much as she loves beer, it's best kept far away from ice cream. For a moment Quinn almost looks shocked before she finds herself nodding. "I have nothing else planned for the night and wasn't about to drink anything else." Yet Scar is mentioning paying this person a visit. "But not if you want to go see him." It's a wild guess.
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"Like I said. Tonight's maybe not the best night." Besides which, it's not like Quinn will be spending the night at her place. She can always head out afterward. "Yeah, let's go. You know the way, unless you want a ride back that way?" She has her car, she may have an attack in her car, but she does have her car. Stupid claustrophobia. Seems to get worse around this time of the month.
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Not once does she even think that this person could be a two natured. Her mind is on the practicality of it all. "I actually used public transport to be here. Just in case." It isn't as if she's afraid of being attacked at night, but the last thing she wants to do is drink and drive. "I can meet you up there still if you'd prefer, but a ride would be nice." It will put her closer to her own home in the process. A few bills are left on the table for those who are going to clean up after her after Quinn stands. Perhaps just because of Scar, she checks her phone before preparing to leave. A smirk is given to the frenemy. "Just as long as you don't start watching The Princess Bride."
