Logs:False Dragon

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False Dragon


Characters: Jack, Lilium, Barnabe, Peter
Date: 2019-12-03
Summary: Jack and Lilium share a brief drink before tensions rise and things get out of hand when Barnabe and Peter arrive.
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Monday night isn't usually the most active of nights for clubs and bars. Even for Salome with its abundance of class and jazz, the corner bars are relatively lightly populated and the dance floor is spotted with only the occasional slow dancing couple. Add just a bit of rain and a smoky, black and white filter and you'd have the perfect setting for a Noir film.

Taking advantage of just such an atmosphere, Jack sits alone at one of the nearer bars to the door. One hand is wrapped loosely around a hefty, faceted tumbler, the amber liquid inside nearly empty. He wears a powder blue button up beneath a slate grey jacket with the top couple of buttons undone, and it looks good on his Mask. As he nurses his drink, he keeps an eye on the door with the air of someone in the midst of people watching rather than waiting for someone in particular.

~-~-~-~-~

There is a long glance about when Lilium wanders in. Her hair pulled back in finger curls and a bun fitted neat into a pearl hairnet at the nape of her neck, white gardenia tucked over a delicately pointed ear even for humans sight, her own look is out of date in a stylish, studied fashion. Adding to the noir feel, are the low and thick heels and the calf length pencil skirt with blouse, bespoke and new despite their calculated period allure. She walks over to the bar and leans against it, bright eyes searching the floor after ordering a scotch, neat. And they come to a stop at the mirror beneath Jack's face, widening almost imperceptibly. The sudden stilling of the ephemeral warm and flower scented breeze cloaking her in a heavy mantle of spring is perhaps the greater sign of her freezing up for an uncertain moment, as if considering approach.

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe does own more than one set of clothes, but it may be clear by now they follow a theme. Black jacket tailored to his frame at likely no small expense, and a contrasting color color underneath, a sky blue shirt this time, with a deep blue tie with minute fleur de lis patterns embroidered with silver looking thread. He makes his way into the club again for another night, again late for anything that may have started, but fashionably so.

~-~-~-~-~

Jack's head turns to follow Lilium as she enters -- the first Changeling of the night aside from himself makes a fitting target for his own curiosity. As if in response to her Mantle stilling as she catches sight of him, his flares up. Silver-coated leaves and petals seem to spring from nothing out of his shadow and lazily around him in a light burst, boiling away to nothing when they hit the floor. He watches her watching him for a moment, the lower half of his 'face' briefly rippling in amusement before he lifts his free hand to lightly touch at his cheek. "Sorry, is there somethin' on my face?" he asks, heavily accented South-Western tones flaring up with open humor.

~-~-~-~-~

Peter looks less of a mad man and more of a Madman, tm, tonight. Wearing the clothes Lilium recently bought him seem to be the most fitting thing to stalk her in. Protect her, rather. That's what this is, Peter watching from across the street, narrating to himself rationalizations why this kind of behavior is okay. "I'm her guardian, she's my ward. I'm responsible for her safety, surely. It's perfe-.." He pauses his monologue as he spots Barnabe enter the Salome and quickly crosses the street to follow. And so he enters, wearing a handsome three-piece suit tailored to fit his broad shoulders and long legs. Woolen grey, clean lines, sleek creases. He tightens his royal blue tie, and sans tinsel tiara tonight, looks like a fine specimen. "Peter has arrived," he says, at normal speaking voice, before he scans the crowd for his prey.

The Courtless has no mantle, and beyond the Mask the only changes one would perceive are larger eyes, fanged reptilian teeth, and claws on his slightly larger than normal hands.

~-~-~-~-~

Uncertain for a moment how to react to the question, Lilium looks on the verge of laughing, before she tells Jack with a playful grin, nose scrunching, "Yes, I swear, someone just *bloop* stuck a face right on top of it," gesturing at her own features as if to indicate. She takes the opening volley as an invitation and takes long legged strides to close the remaining distance to leave her sitting near him on a stool, crossing her legs all very properly. "Lilium," she introduces herself, "What's your poison?" she asks, of the contents of his glass. She offers Peter a wave after he announces himself.

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe remains blissfully unaware of the danger he is in, again. It is, of course the nature of the threads to draw attention. For his part Barnabe is wading into the club again, eyes closed, feeling out the pulse of the music and the people around him before deciding his next course of action.

~-~-~-~-~

Peter spots Lilium, over there talking with... Oh my. That's unusual. Whomever that is, they will require his attention eventually. At the moment, there are more pressing matters. Peter removes a dollar bill, and fixes his attention in Barnabe for now. Lingering by the door but out of the way of traffic, the Fairest slowly and deliberately shreds the bill into tiny strips between his claws, letting the pieces fall. Rich people, wasting money. Ugh.

~-~-~-~-~

Jack curses softly and reaches up to pass a hand over the flat plane of his face as if wiping away some unwanted residue. "I hate when they do that," he mumbles to Lilium just before his face once again ripples in light amusement -- apparently his version of a grin. "Jack," he offers back when Lilium introduces herself, then lightly moves his tumbler in a circular motion, causing the contents inside to spin slowly around the edge, "Same as yours." When she waves, he follows her look and spots two other Changelings, one seemingly at the receiving end of her wave, the other somewhere in the middle distance between. "Friend of yours?"

~-~-~-~-~

Oh, hey, that guy from the full fledged bedlam Lilium unleashed that turned the jazz club into the set of a musical. She offers a wave to him, too, after Jack has indicated he's here. Gesturing to Peter, she nods as she tells Jack, "That's Peter, he's my friend and sorta looks after me, and stuff." She adds, more quietly, "I tend to get distracted and lost, because... totally normal reasons." Yep. So normal. She gestures to Barnabe, and says, "And that's... I can't remember his name, but he's a really good dancer. We got the whole place hopping when a song came on the other night." She indicates the bartender, and orders Jack another round, more playing at drinking than actually drinking her own.

~-~-~-~-~

Rolls

<spend> Peter spends 1 (-1 points) of his Glamour pool, for contract use. .oO( Peter rolls 9 Dice )Oo...................................................o.

 Roll: Presence +Intimidation +Wyrd
 Result: Success (1) -- (7 3 6 1 9 1 5 3 1)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO( Barnabe rolls 2 Dice )Oo.................................................o.

 Roll: Composure
 Result: Failure -- (2 5)

.o.....................................................oO( failure (public) )Oo.

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe freezes in mid step of his dance and his eyes open. Bad juju in here, he can feel it. Anyone standing close enough to him might notice goosebumps as his hair stands on end. One of Barnabe's hands moves into his jacket as he quickly makes his way back towards the door, muttering something to himself quietly in French. Whatever the source of his fear... he doesn't seem to be concerned about the people at the moment, but more something... else. He eyes the musicians, then any mirrors or windows in sight.

~-~-~-~-~

Rolls

<spend> Jack spends 1 point of his Willpower pool, for Kenning. .oO( Jack rolls 6 Dice )Oo....................................................o.

 Roll: Clarity
 Result: Success (4) -- (9 2 8 1 9 10 6)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

~-~-~-~-~

Peter grins with wicked delight, dusting off his hands and sliding across the dance floor towards Barnabe. Stepping in close, he speaks in a low and pleasant rumble, no longer the picture of homelessness. "Oh my, oh dear," Peter says, "We've met before, I fear? Ah, yes, I saw you dancing here." He holds out a hand, sharp claws his behind the Mask, "Could I, perchance, have this next dance?" His grin is ever so reassuring, and the playful rhymes are surely nothing more than mere joy turned to verse.

~-~-~-~-~

"Looks after you, huh?" Jack asks with polite curiosity. It's common practice for the Lost to band together and protect each other, so he's not exactly surprised. Nor, for that matter, is it uncommon for them to be a bit odd or, well, lost. Lilium's quiet addition draws Jack's blank, silver gaze back to her but he doesn't voice any questions. "That's good that you have someone." Curiosity vibrates outwards from where his eyes should be, but he simply looks back at Peter and Barnabe as the former starts to approach the latter. Something seems... off though. Suddenly, Jack's entire mercurial body shivers and visibly vibrates in a wave starting at his head and moving down rapidly, like a cartoon coyote that just ran head first into a wall. "Someone or something is doing... something," he suddenly murmurs to his impromptu drinking companion as his fresh glass of scotch is poured. He has his guesses based on what he sees from across the room, but no need voicing them yet and potentially insulting someone.

~-~-~-~-~

Leaning forward against the bar for a beat, Lilium's bright eyes follow the interaction between Barnabe and Peter. She closes them, after looking back at the ripped up money, and one can practically see the wheels turning as she does some mental math. "I was very... sheltered." It's the only shorthand way to put it, really, She nods deeply at Jack and, not put off at all, says, "Yeah, sometimes when Peter ruins stuff, weird shit happens." Not that it is the cause, surely. And not every time. But she has noticed some overlap over the months since he helped her escape. If there are any feelings about it, she doesn't reveal them presently.

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe finds his hand reaching out to grab Peter's sleeve as he draws near, feeling safer around him than away from him at least. He sputters a few words again, though this time in a language clearly not French or English for just a moment. "Sorry my friend, I didn't recognize you right away... but distracted. I'm not sure this is the best place to dance right now, I smell goofer dust."

~-~-~-~-~

Peter looks concerned, glancing warily around as he squeezes Barnabe's hand, "Goofer dust? That sounds insidious. Wherever you feel safest, friend. I'll protect you from Others." Peter offers a parting wave to Lilium, willing to follow Barnabe wherever the man decides to lead him.

~-~-~-~-~

Jack watches the interaction between Peter and Barnabe, far too far away to make out any of the words. There was a hint that the non-Ling was nervous or afraid from the way he suddenly started moving, but beyond that... Jack lifts his glass to sip at the drink, the liquid seemingly absorbing into the odd non-features of his face and disappearing. "They seem to be leaving, in any case," he notes as Peter lifts a hand again to Lilium. For a moment, his curiosity gets the better of him and he starts preparing to Dive, but he stops himself and turns back to his drinking companion with another amused ripple that fills in for a smile. "I'm sure they're just going to have a chat," he offers with zero conviction but a healthy dose of humor.

~-~-~-~-~

No doubt. Lilium nods, not even with humor, just nods. She offers a wave as Peter and Barnabe are leaving. She taps the side of her glass absently with a fingernail, and reasons, "It's probably for the best, I always feel terribly awkward pretending and nodding along under the pretense of being, you know, casual, when I've forgotten someone's name. Makes me so nervous the game will be up the very next time the other person speaks." She gestures to Jack, and asks, "Tell me a little about yourself?"

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe looks Peter over for a moment with pursed lips. He looks hard as well, like he is trying to find some kind of bugs or something crawling under his skin before shaking it off. "Maybe out front is best... you... haven't happened to have a string of bad luck lately have you?" he asks, stepping towards the door, but not turning his back towards the dance floor.

~-~-~-~-~

Peter shakes his head, "No, actually. A string of unusually good luck, actually. Me and my family just moved here." He doesn't release Barnabe's hand, not without prompting, but has the presence of mind to at least act normal in other respects, "I'm Peter, by the way. Peter... uh... Pumpkin-eater. No, Venkman, or Valentine. I forget." That's rarely a good sign. Once last glance over at Lilium reveals chatting this odd fellow up amicably. Peter narrates, "He was afraid of what might become in his absence, but one thing at a time, he reminded himself."

~-~-~-~-~

"My tactic is to simply ask 'em for their name again," Jack supplies to Lilium with another sip of his scotch as he sets the imminent confrontation between Peter and Barnabe out of his mind for the moment, "It usually works." He places the glass down carefully on a napkin on the bar directly to his left as he swivels in his stool to fully face her. "A little about myself?" he asks with a start, a low chuckle rippling his flesh as he considers the other Lost, "Your friend must have thrown me off. That's usually my line." He shrugs and considers for a beat before he continues: "There's not much interesting to tell about me. I... Why don't you tell me about yourself? It'll make for better conversation, I'm sure."

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe can't help but break into a slight chuckle at the comments from Peter. He pats the man's shoulder and offers an easy smile. "Relax and breathe... well maybe not breathe so much until we are away from the dance floor..." he adds. "Don't let my nerves become your nerves. He follows Peter's glance for a moment. "Were you looking for a wingman, or should we keep stepping outside?" Hey, just because there's bad juju in the air, doesn't mean he should be rude to someone who seemed to be the kind of person who might need legal help now and again. Build up that list of retainers.

~-~-~-~-~

Was Lilium just playing at drinking the scotch? She seemed to be, but now... well, now most of the glass is downed in a single drink, not quite chugged, but it's far too much to be considered a sip. Her vivid blue eyes land on the glass, and she genuinely struggles for normal, relatively mundane, clear things to relate. "I uh... let me see. I was born in Europe... somewhere. The Russians got our country. Um...." Siiiiiip. Her eyes squint closed. "I sing, and I love to read, and I am an expert on dragons, kind of." Again, for totally normal reasons. "I was in a play once. I like this new music, some of it. There is this song called Fireflies that makes me smile every time I hear it. And another one called Wake Up, and every time I hear it, it makes me shiver. Didn't like eighties music much when I tried that, well, fifties through nineties is all very hit or miss."

~-~-~-~-~

Rolls

<spend> Peter spends 1 point of his Willpower pool, for Intimidation. .oO( Peter rolls 10 Dice )Oo..................................................o.

 Roll: Presence +Intimidation +3
 Result: Success (1) -- (3 3 5 7 1 10 7 3 5 1 3)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

~-~-~-~-~

Peter looks confused, snapping his attention from Barnabe, to Lilium, then back. His face contorts with anger, some of it derived entirely from confusion. "You leave her wings alone." Peter squeezes Barnabe's hand in an attempt to menacing, "You don't dance with her. She's mine. I will hollow out your skull and eat my porridge from it if you ever dance with her again!" Not exactly the most common threat. When he releases Barnabe's hand, he takes a step closer, squaring his shoulders, but he is dwarfed by the other man by a half a foot, at least.

~-~-~-~-~

Rolls

<spend> Jack spends 1 (-1 points) of his Glamour pool, for Riddle-Kith. .oO( Jack rolls 9 Dice )Oo....................................................o.

 Roll: Manipulation +Larceny +Wyrd +1
 Result: Success (2) -- (9 2 9 6 7 6 4 4 5)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

~-~-~-~-~

Jack makes no comment on the sudden disappearance of Lilium's scotch. He does, however, gesture to the bartender with two fingers to come and refill her glass the moment she releases it. The jumbled up, cliff-notes summary he gets would be amusing if he wasn't acutely aware of the situation most Lost are in -- the situation he's in himself. There's a reason for the disjointed telling, and it's not a pleasant matter. "Expert on dragons, huh?" he asks, skin rippling, "Shall we test that?"

Jack suddenly rolls his shoulders, his head turning to the side and tilting at an angle that suggests discomforting effort. His flesh roils and churns, stretching and pulling and bubbling like metallic clay. Anyone who can't see his Mien, only sees his Mask grimacing in effort and pain, like maybe he's experiencing bad heartburn or a pain in his neck. Beneath the surface though he's... changing. His flesh proves as malleable as one might expect, because as the transformation slowly comes to an end, he looks to Lillium and smirks. He actually smirks, too, because now he has a mouth. Or rather more of a snout.

Instead of smooth silver skin, he now has scales of the same metallic color. His hands end in claws, his eyes -- because now he has eyes again -- are sky blue with snake-like pupils. A tail now emerges from his back and loops casually around the leg of the stool, pooling lightly on the floor as he examines his own hands, clearly gauging his work. For all intents and purposes, the odd celestial Mirrorskin is now an odd Draconic Mirrorskin. "How's this look, then? I've been practicing but I don't know much about Dragons."

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe quickly jumps back, even if the man is shorter than him, one hand going up and out. It's that damn goofer dust, kicking in already. Next he'll get a bad order of jambalaya, and his root garden will get blight! He's seen it a million times! "Woah woah, okay. Stepping back." he says, wincing a bit at the pain of the squeeze on his hand. "I'm not out to lose a fight tonight, maybe we start over?"

~-~-~-~-~

The glitter of baby fine /silver/ scales, and the tiny set of horns spoke already for those who could see through the largely mundane mask of something involving Dragons in Lilium's durance. It's all she can do to keep from reaching out and touching Jack's face to see if it's real, but even then, the girl has no poker face, and there is a rapid play of emotions - adoration, wistfulness, confusion, fright, all in quick succession. It is enough to thoroughly distract her from any response to Peter's words about her, and she settled on... a shiver. "That's eerie," she says, finally, to Jack. "I mean, there was more than just silver, he had these sort of prismatic gemstone hues sometimes, like them ruby and opal and sapphire flowers in the palace... but... the approximation..." It's written on her face that it's haunting.

~-~-~-~-~

Rolls

<spend> Peter spends 1 (-1 points) of his Glamour pool, for Discreet Summons. .oO( Peter rolls 7 Dice )Oo...................................................o.

 Roll: Manipulation +Persuasion +Wyrd
 Result: Success (2) -- (7 1 5 1 6 10 8 3)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

~-~-~-~-~

Peter gasps at Jack, that dapper fellow sitting by the woman with the 'ears'. He opens his coat pocket and reaches blindly in, telling Barnabe, "Help me defend mine, and I will make you a knight," as he pulls out a stun gun. It might not have been clear before, but wearing a fancy suit doesn't fix crossed wires in the head. Something is seriously off here, and it might just be Peter. Wielding his stun gun, Peter stalks a few paces towards Jack, calling him out, "Hands where I can see them! No sudden moves!" Whatever the fuck is going is now drawing attention, from the a few nearby in the crowd, the bartender, and two security guards.

~-~-~-~-~

Jack had a plan. It wasn't much of a plan, but then he wasn't exactly breaking into a vault. He just wanted to cheer up the girl who had clearly been through some heavy shit in her past. She mentioned dragons, and like a confused Dad buying the wrong stuffed animal for their kid, he thought he'd try giving her a dragon to look at. Becoming something else for the benefit of others is more or less what he was made for, after all. Her reaction tells him just how misguided his attempt might have been. A lot of emotions flash across her face, only a portion of which were positive. Eerie and haunting wasn't exactly what he was going for, but at least she doesn't seem openly offended or angry.

Unfortunately the same can't be said of Peter. To be perfectly honest, he had somewhat forgotten about the other Lost. He had assumed he and Barnabe went outside a couple minutes ago. To first hear him calling out, then to actually see him approaching with a stun gun raised, Jack's mind blanks for half a moment at the sudden reaction. "Fuck," he grunts to no one in particular as he hops off his bar stool and does as the man with the weapon -- non-lethal though it may be -- raised at him says, hands going palm out at head height. "Woah, okay. Calm down, Friend," Jack offers towards Peter as he starts glancing around, mind already going through possible exit scenarios. You know what would have been helpful? If he was still able to Dive out of the current plane of existence. That'd be helpful. His accent seems almost thicker now that the situation has turned hostile and he looks to Lilium for a moment as if to ask for her help. He has a couple options lined up, but most of them aren't great and involve dodging a stun gun. Better wait and see if she can talk her Protector down.

~-~-~-~-~

Frank Loveless liked two things, Peace, and Quiet. Now some two-bit chump in a suit is waving a stun gun around in a crowded club making demands like he owns the place. Frank knows for a fact he doesn't, and gives Emmanuel a quick signal to circle around and protect the crowd. Meanwhile, he's gonna get to the bottom of this, he's too old for this shit. Stepping forward with a dominant posture and authoritative voice, he demands, "Back down sir, lower the weapon. Everyone remain calm."

~-~-~-~-~

Oh hey there's a good opening to run! Barnabe... should probably have taken it as soon as it showed up, buuuuut... he can't just leave someone to get tased. He of course is not about to GET tased. When the Very Large Man from the door begins to intervene he also steps up. "I am sure everything is okay here." he looks to Lilium practically begging her hep with his eyes. "I am sure you are perfectly safe, and there is no need for us to be worried at this moment?"

~-~-~-~-~

Rolls

.oO( Lilium rolls 15 Dice )Oo.................................................o.

 Roll: Presence +Expression +Wyrd +3
 Result: Exceptional Success! (5) -- (2 7 3 3 9 2 6 8 5 10 5 2 3 8 5 9)

.o........................................oO( exceptional success! (public) )Oo.

.oO( Jack rolls 5 Dice )Oo....................................................o.

 Roll: Composure +Wyrd
 Result: Success (3) -- (8 9 5 9 5)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO( Peter rolls 6 Dice )Oo...................................................o.

 Roll: Composure +Wyrd +2
 Result: Success (2) -- (3 9 1 9 6 7)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO( Barnabe rolls 2 Dice )Oo.................................................o.

 Roll: Composure
 Result: Failure -- (2 6)

.o.....................................................oO( failure (public) )Oo.

~-~-~-~-~

Dusting off a voice ever heard only by her Keeper in Faerie, Lilium starts quietly, the opening words coming out as an angel voiced confession, expressive features lighting up with wistfulness,

Somethin' filled up 
My heart with nothin 

She slips up to her feet, giving Frank Loveless a 'look' and offering a touch of a nod to Barnabe, silent promise of safety.

Someone told me not to cry 
Now that I'm older 
My heart's colder 
And I can see that it's a lie.

Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles, looking at each and every person present in turn, as if joyous but gently imploring,

Children, wake up, 
Hold your mistake up 
Before they turn the summer into dust...

As the soft, haunting refrain sees everyone slowly rooted to the spot, she continues,

If the children don't grow up... Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up

She gently takes Peter's hand to lead him out as she continues to sing,

We're just a million little god's causin' rain storms 
Turnin' every good thing to rust, 
guess we'll just have to adjuuuuuust.

~-~-~-~-~

The commotion fades into silence, even the live band lowering their instruments as Lilium's haunting voice roots them. Frank and Emmanuel lost track of what they were doing, and Peter himself forgots a dragon, yeah, a dragon, to drink up that voice. He drops the stun gun, and it's gone the moment it leaves his hand.

~-~-~-~-~

Jack is... Jack is stuck.

Stuck's not the right word. More like enraptured. One moment he's facing down the barrel(?) of a stun gun, the next Lilium's singing and it sounds like... well like the sort of music an angelic choir can only dream of matching. He finds it impossible to more or to take his eyes off the elfen woman as she steps forward and takes the threatening man's hand. He wants to move. Part of him wants to flee, but the majority wants to follow -- from a safe distance -- just to hear more of that voice. He can't though. He can't so much lift his foot.

All he wanted was to have a drink.

~-~-~-~-~

Have you ever had one of those moments where you know something really important was happening, that you should really be paying attention to but there is just something far more interesting right there? That's Barnabe right now. Somewhere, deep down in his brain part of him is creaming that he needs to go. The rest of him doesn't hear it though, he just stares slack jawed at the singer. Probably giving Peter more fuel for later.

~-~-~-~-~

Sparing an apologetic look to both Barnabe, and Jack, Lilium pulls out a handful of wadded up bills, making eye contact with Peter, she sings, "Weeeeeeell, I guess we'll just have to adjuuuuuuust." The look tossed to Jack suggests the money is easily enough to buy a round for everyone present, and when the exit opens, it definitely does /not/ lead outside. And yet she steps through it anyhow.

~-~-~-~-~

Peter wanders off, enchanted and led by the hand. He doesn't even have the wherewithal to look over his shoulder. Instead, he follows into the darkness beyond the door gormlessly.

~-~-~-~-~

Barnabe doesn't even really watch them go, he's off in his own world. The fear of the music being performed here wiped from his mind all the way until Lilium's voice fades out of hearing.

~-~-~-~-~

Rolls

<spend> Jack spends 2 (-2 points) of his Glamour pool, for Lost Visage. .oO( Jack rolls 5 Dice )Oo....................................................o.

 Roll: Wyrd +Manipulation
 Result: Success (3) -- (10 4 9 3 8 4)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO( Jack rolls 6 Dice )Oo....................................................o.

 Roll: Dexterity +Larceny
 Result: Success (1) -- (3 9 7 2 1 5)

.o.....................................................oO( success (public) )Oo.

.oO(+PROVE)Oo: Jack proves his Sleight of Hand to the room: 2

~-~-~-~-~

Well ain't that a thing and a half.

Jack's stunned. The music cuts off and his faculties return to him and he looks around at everyone in attendance, no doubt getting more than a few looks in return. "Well shit," he grunts, lifting his scotch and downing it in one gulp. He takes the money Lilium left and pockets it, pulling out a more neatly folded roll that is at least three times the size of her own. He sets it down with a soft *thunk* on the bartop and looks directly at the bartender. "Rounds for everyone. Tell Louis... Tell him..." He pauses to think, comes up short, curses, and takes out another roll of cash to put beside the first. "Tell him that's for the trouble." He then turns and passes by Barnabe, one hand fishing in his coat pocket for a cigarette as his trademark good humor is nowhere to be seen. He lights it, ignores any sort of recrimination he might receive for smoking indoors, and pauses to pat the man on the shoulder. "Call me, if you have any questions," he mutters to him before he continues on his way, stepping back out into what is definitely the street this time.

Shortly after leaving, an odd sort of phenomenon happens. It seems, no matter how they try, no one can quite remember what the man at the wrong end of the stun gun looked like. They all have varying accounts, none of which remotely match Jack's actual description -- some don't even accurately remember he was a man. Barnabe, however, might find a business card he wouldn't remember receiving slipped carefully in his pocket.