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Sal

She nodded and turned on her heel to walk back up the stairs. Taking them two at a time, she was entering the room when she heard the fall. It was a sturdy fall - landing on two feet. Searching for Vas with her eyes, Sal found him looking a bit out of it. There was a ladder which had probably been the source of the scraping but there was Vas by his equipment, some distance away from the ladder.

"What did you do?" she asked, crossing the room in a couple steps and sitting on her previous stool. "There are customers downstairs, you know. Anyway, Nami said that she doesn't mind the music and if you want to start the party sooner, you can do that too." Spotting the wires that had not been there before, Sal stood. "Uh, do you need any help? I can't just be the dancer. I want assist in other ways as well."

Her mind traveled to being a child again and for a fleeting second, she did feel that small, vulnerable, hurt. Nami had been the favourite with her perfect grades and everything else. Sal was used to not being regarded by others as nothing other than she wanted to show them. Sometimes though, part of her wished that they would just stuff those assumptions where the sun don't shine and give her a chance or two. Not wanting to show this though, Sal hopped up onto the bar and swung around till she was looking down at the man, with her signature smile.

((Ooh, computers are fun.))

((Really tired. Will post characters' responses at a more coherent time. As for your question, I don't see a problem with that except for the fact that people hardly go in there. Would you like to try in the Home Base and if anything, we'll just move it, okay? Later...what to call you?))

Sal

"You jumped." She still could not believe it as was shown by her face still looking up at the beam indicated. Of course, his mysterious manner would have her believe that sooner than believing that pigs could fly or something as far-fetched as that. Sal gulped but turned at his acceptance of her offered help. She listened attentively as he explained his goals to her. The concept of black light seemed a bit oxymoronic to her but she was not exactly savvy with this stuff.

Her eyes darted to the closet and without thinking about it, Sal threw herself off the counter and planted her feet solid on the ground. "So, essentially, I'm painting over the tiles?" She walked around him to get into the closet, seeing the numbers of spraypaint cans, groups of different colours. She grabbed a few of the black cans, some ultra-violet and numerous sheets of scrapped newspaper. Once out by the bar again, Sal rested her equipment on the counter and waited for Vas since he did say that he would help her. The chance to use spraypaint again was making her giddy. She loved art.

Vassili

Vassili let her past and finished wiring the system together. With a flick the white lights went out and the black lights glowed to life. The white lettering on his suit glowed brighter. Sal's clothes mimicked. WIth a press the strobes flashed on at full and the lasers and party lights stayed on. Then he introduced a bass line only. The strobe began to flash with it, and as he added a chorus the laser pulsed brighter and lower. Finally a guitar lick made the multi lights change to the notes.

"Something like that. Now the floor." He let the music continue, but the lights turned off and the fluorescents came back on. He grabbed one of the cans of black paint and began pacing out the boundaries, marking the four corners of the outer square.

"Okay then, you take those two lines, I'll do these two, then I'll mark out the grid." He was on the other side of the room.

"Toss me another two cans of paint. The outer only needs to be one spray thick, but the inner lines will be two thick." The image was in his head, and as soon as she saw it, she would love it.

Sal

Sal watched intently as Vas played around with the lights and music until he had reached the level of interaction between the two that he had wanted. After that, he was doing some shifty dance across the floor which turned out to be him marking out the squares. It was still lost on her what exactly he wanted her to do.

"Which two lines, Vas?" She looked up at him, her head already hurting a bit. Despite this though, she threw two more black cans over at him but then leaned against the counter, pouting at the fact that this was not computing. It was probably very simple too. Her eyes rolled involuntarily.

Vassili

Vassili caught the cans without looking and then wanted to smack his forehead. With a sigh he walked to the dot he had marked out and then thought better of it, and headed over to Sal. He leaned against the counter and gazed steadily at her.

"Wanna see something cool, before I show you where to start?" He didn't wait and twisting his wrist up showed the imbedded LCD in his wrist.

"This is what thirty thousand pounds buys you in a experimental lab outside Dover. Internet connectivity, bluetooth and a few other things. Fully functional and touchscreen. Fifty two hour surgery to connect it properly and keeps charged using your biochemical energy." He called up a program and began drawing on the screen. Marking out the grid he was imagining.

"Alright, the entire thing is twenty feet by twenty feet. Seeing as this place is nearly forty feet by forty feet. Your sister got a great location, don't know how and I'm not gonna ask. I think this floor actually connects to the other buildings, but there is only one staircase. This leaves a fifteen foot gap between the dance floor and the bar, and my booth. Twenty feet to the staircase. The inside will be turned into a grid. Four feet by four feet. Each square. See." He finished the design and held his wrist before her.

"Simple clean and will glow amazingly under the black lights." He had forgotten about the voice commands in the screen and the black lights turned on the fluorescents off. His eyes shifted under the ultraviolet light to brilliant violet.

Naomi

She could kick him out. It was her cafe after all. Naomi continued to challenge her latest customer's gaze with a blank stare of her own, praying silently that someone would just burst through that door already. She blinked. Her other option was to ignore him but she had already obliged the b*****d by looking back at him. It was an insult even to suggest turning away from him now.

Keeping her face neutral, Naomi allowed her mind to wander. He had a great pair of blue eyes on him and his build was not completely awful. So, why did she hate him and every other guy that had tried to be nice to her? From experience, she had just stopped expecting it and refused to believe that flirtacious men did not have an ulterior motive. Recognizing her usual frown that was associated with these thoughts, Naomi straightened herself and walked around the counter to stand in front of the man.

"What do you want? I told you where the Party Hall is and for whom to ask. You have had your meal and yet, you insist on standing here and gaping like a hungry idiot. If you do not go about your business soon enough, I will have to throw you out - personally." She did not know why but the idea of the act seemed rather satisfying. However, to him, her face appeared stern but collected.

Vincent

Vincent heard her an shook his head slightly. Definitely been slighted by a man. Classic signs of hostility and defiance. What a shame. Well he knew one person who could break that, himself.

"A guy can't stand and wait? The flyer said all day party, well I don't here any music coming from upstairs, so obviously it hasn't started. I'm not one to be the first to show up, ever." Vincent smirked at the threat. The odds were that she would toss him out, but he knew how to sweet talk his way out of anything.

"And two, you would toss out a paying customer, who happens to be doing nothing? What would that look like to another customer? And three, let the hair down and take a compliment. Just because most guys are scum, doesn't mean we all are." He leaned in a little and was no just a few inches from her.

"You try to hide behind a facade of confidence around men to be accepted. Some men take that as a threat, others find it attractive. I happen to be part of the latter. See you at the party." He turned on the spot and began up the stairs, his footsteps nearly silent.