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Vassili

Vassili hadn't noticed Vincent or Naomi leave. The door was still open though. He chuckled at Sal's answer, and then at her insistent plea to dance he conceded and joined her. He wasn't good at dancing, and you'd think why wasn't he. He was a military trained engineered soldier. He could toss a three hundred pound person over his shoulder and fight a judo master to a stand still. Why couldn't he dance. Simple answer, he wasn't into it. Still he tried and just basically mimicked Sal. With Vincent's arrival he stopped slowly.

"You said till people arrived." He chuckled, knowing she would get upset, and probably pout.

"How bout after everyone leaves?" He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

"Any ways you need to get ready, and so do I." With a snap of his boots Vassili turned and strode away, picking up the jacket and moving into the closet/bedroom. His mask was there and after a few moments he found his center of calm. Sal easily displaced it, and it was a little nerve racking. He slid on a camel pack and then put the jacket back on, along with the over jacket of the thick medical grade plastic. Replaced the yellow lenses with the shiny black ones and and exited, katana strapped onto his rig and took his place behind the bar.

"Need another one Vincent?" Vassili was holding up the bottle of the Siberian juice.

Sal & Naomi

Sal walked away from Vas as he left for the closet. She could not be as mad as she wanted to be since she had made the condition and the promise of dancing after did help. Her lips formed a faint smile while she walked down stairs, passing Vincent straight. When she was downstairs, Sal headed for her sister's room and found Naomi on her bed, eyes closed. She pounced on her.

"Hey, get up already. We have a party to go to."

Naomi shot awake under her sister's weight. "How about you get off me first?" Once the girl was off her, Naomi pulled herself up off the bed and headed for the dresser while Sal stood, watching her every move. "I'm not going."

"What are you talking about? Didn't Vas say that this one was in your favour? You have to go."

"Ah but I have nothing to wear!" It pained her that she was almost happy about that, that she had successfully ripped away any chances of having real fun.

Sal eyed her disapprovingly. "You're not going to get away that easily. We're the same size and," now, she whipped out a bag full of her normal clothes, "I have clothes with a sense of style. Go and bathe; come out, look through these things while I do and then dress up time! Now, go." The young woman patted her sister away into the bathroom before emptying her bag on the bed. She did not want to overwhelm Nami with super-short and really fitted things. The point was to have her comfortable but gorgeously sexy.

Naomi smiled at herself while washing away the dirt of her first busy day. By the time she was out, Sal had managed to arrange seven different complete on the bed's surface. The bag was back on the floor. She eyed them. "I am not wearing this. And what is that?" she said, pointing at a black thing with sparkles and it was not a skirt but a dress.

"Oh no, you don't have to wear that. I might though. Anyway, have fun looking through and I will be right back." Sal dashed before Nami could say anything, giggling to herself. Naomi kept her eyes on her until she was out of sight. Her dresser would not know what to do with the outfits in front of her. She poked at one tentatively. When Sal returned, it was dress up as the little vixen had said. They switched and swapped tops, pants and almost anything else until Sal had her look down and Naomi was not trying to rip the garments off.

"Are we ready then?" Sal asked, opening the door. She was wearing a strapless, sundress with heels while Naomi donned fitting jeans with a sleeveless but long, V-neck blouse. Her feet showed with formal slippers.

"Yeah, I guess so," Naomi whispered, stepping out of her room. She walked out to the cafe, where the customers for the party had gathered. "Okay everyone, I would like to thank you for coming tonight to our first weekly party. Now, if you would please follow me, we can get started." The sisters walked up the stairs, leading the crowd. Once through the doors, Sal shouted into the room, "Let the party begin!" She flashed a smile at Vas behind the bar.

Naomi watched her leave and tried to find herself a table. This must work out. It just has to. She tugged at her top absent-mindedly, surveying the crowd as their bodies found the music.

Sal

She had seen the light following her and looked up at Vas. He was right where she wanted him. Sal took her time walking around the crowd very slowly and taking quick peeks by the bar until she was there. She sat down on the stool in front of him and smiled ever so seductively.

"Hey, stranger, do you have anything there for me?" she asked innocently with a nod at the bottles lined up behind him. Her buzz was not strong and there were some fairly cute guys out there who could use a good shake-up. After the request, Sal turned her back to him, watching out for her first victims. "Great job with the lighting, anyway," she added.

Vassili

Vassili chuckled, the sound unheard behind the mask and the noise. He grabbed a bottle and poured a quarter measure into a glass. Then grabbed his own flask and filled the glass to just a small lip with the heavy liquor. Ever the huntress are we.

"Here you go. Made just for you. Or do you want a little extra?" He pulled the cigarette case from his pocket and let it fall open. There were four compartments fabricated into the small case. One filled with his medicine. One with a neuro-toxin and the last two with different narcotics. One a upper, the other a downer.

"I saw you eye my case earlier. Expecting some cigarettes were we. Well I don't smoke. Doesn't mean I'm without my vices. A little heavy liquor and these blue capsules make me go to sleep when I need it, but these red ones. Well let's just say they make the lights vibrant and the sound better." He chuckled this time just inches from her ear.

"So Alice how far down the rabbit hole are we going tonight?"

Sal

When he announced her drink, Sal returned her attention to him and shook her head at his first question. The first sip was the best with its warm glow. She smiled lazily as he told her about what there was really in his cigarette pack, drugs. She did not do them except for alcohol, he rone little addiction. Her skin tingled from his chuckle and she almost melted, very much unlike her. Her usual composure returned instantly as he asked his last question.

She took another sip and wetted her lips before kissing his mask. "Way down, my friend. I hope you survive it." At that, Sal drained her glass and shook herself. "Anyway, do you have any orders for the crowd? Or can I start dancing already?"

Vassili

"I think I can handle Wonderland. I have been around you know." He lifted the edge of his mask slightly and pushed one of the red pills into the gap, sucking it in quickly. A few dozen girls peered at him as he did this trying to get a glimpse of the face underneath.

"Do DJ a favor. Pass a few rumors out. Something along the lines of Adonis under the mask." He picked her hand up with his own free one and pressed his lips to it, before letting the mask fall back into place.

"It'll be good for the tips to. Now go have fun, just don't wear yourself out to much, we still have a dance you and I." He moved away heading straight for Naomi and Vincent.

"Ah the lady of the night. And our young friend Vincent. What will it be?" The drug did nothing to him, neither did alcohol. He let people think what they wanted, and made himself seem even more human in their own eyes. As it stood the pill was dissolving in his stomach, then his biology began to absorb the chemical, break it down and let it pass through him harmlessly. The same happened the liquor he partook. The perfect weapon he was told. Impervious to drugs, women, and vice. Well they made a mistake. He wasn't impervious to women, that was for sure.

Sal

Vas was quite the charmer when he was ready. She laughed while walking away from him. Of course, 'Adonis' had various connotations but she knew what he meant. Sal parted her way through the people till she was in the center of the floor. There she danced as much as she wanted to, bumping off guys if they got too close. The motion was a tease because it was a warning to move as well as an invite. For some reason, Sal found herself doing it more with the former reason in mind. If guys got too close, despite the numerous swings, she would move some feet and resume her previous dance steps.

Of course, she had not forgotten Vas and his rumor. Girls had approached her in little groups, asking about his mask and if he was even human. Sal glanced back by the bar whenever this happened with a simple negative response and that he was a monster straight out of their nightmares. Eventually, they stopped coming to her. The rumor had taken root. Ever so often, a slow song came on and only then did she allow herself to stop and take in her surroundings, listening to lies on a melody.