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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:19 pm
One the high class clubs of Metropolis, Club Skylights sits atop a skyscraper in Metropolis now having its grand reopening under new financiers after it was so suddenly blown to bits by Lex Luther. The club grants a beautiful view of the city's skyline with high hopes to have a better run this time with less destruction. The new owners being two gentlemen by the names Thomas Raday, a red-head who is normally seen wearing a black suit with a red tie, and Frances Cullen, a brunette who is normally seen wearing a red suit with a black tie.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:22 pm
|| Enters Sonya, Elasa, Tatiana, and Selene from Metropolis ||
Selene looked around the club, semi interested to know what this had to do with what Sonya had been talking about. The place seemed to be very nice. "So how does this assist in you transforming into a tank? And what type of tank are you transforming into?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:33 pm
 Sonya stopped dead in her tracks at Selene's words. Part of her wanted to laugh, while the other part of her was convinced humor didn't exist anywhere else in the universe. "I'm not 'becoming' a tank... getting 'tanked' is an expression... it mean, I want to drink until my clothes magically-I mean until I can't walk straight." Having to explain everything she said was beginning to grate on Sonya's nerves; but, on the bright side, they were out on the town now, and she wasn't going to let these aliens or whatever ruin her good time.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:36 pm
"What is a tank?" Elasa asked; a simple, yet profound question for the pacifistic alien. If she had actually seen one in person, she might mistake it for some kind of animal or something.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:40 pm
Tatiana started to laugh. "Well, I could think of worse ways that could have been said. Selene, you really weren't gifted with a knowledge of expressions widely used on Earth. And a tank I think would be easier for me to draw and show you this machine that people on Earth like to use for combat propuses. They usually come armed with large missiles to blow the other person up."
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 9:45 pm
Selene walks over to a table and sits down. "Then we should be getting on with the drinking until you can not walk straight." She then waved over one of the servers to come and take their order.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 10:09 pm
After nearly exploding in a fiery fit of laughter at Elasa's comment, Sonya turned to Selene with a look of pure surprise. "Oh my God... finally, someone says something with purpose." She shook her head, eyes still wide open, and actually hugged Selene. "Now... you're right. I could use... a f*ck-ton of drinks..." Quickly, she slid into her seat; already scoping out the club for any worth-while endeavors for later in the evening...
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 10:15 pm
Tatiana sighed and curled into a quiet spot, a bit away from Sonya as to not get alcohol on herself or her sketch pad once the fiery red head had managed to get into a full drunken stupor. She then pulled out her sketch pad and started to draw on a clean page. Her eyes seeming trained to a far of place.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 10:33 pm
Elasa, looking at the interior of the club with much interest, moved over to Tatiana, looking at her sketch pad with childlike curiosity.
"What are you doing, Ma'am?" she asked politely.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 12:06 pm
The servers Walked. Selene then asked, "May have three adult drinks and one teen drink?" with a smile she then asked, "Is there something you like to eat?" As she glanced at Sonya, Elasa and Tatiana.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 12:29 pm
Still looking out across the bar, Sonya motioned for the server to come by her. "Keep 'em coming... please..." She pleaded, and the server nodded slowly. "Food wont help my getting wasted, so I'm fine." Already she had found a few worth-while candidates in the club, and she set about removing some of the bulkier parts of her rather heavy armor. The foremost layer of insulation, both of the shoulder plates, and her gloves. Still wasn't the most appealing outfit, but there was only so much she could do. Setting her removed gear on the seat beside her, she returned her attention to the little group she had brought with her. "So, just to recap... none of you have ever done anything like this before, have you?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 5:11 pm
Tatiana looked up at Sonya from the sketch pad. "For one, I'm not old enough to drink. So you'll have to pardon me if I don't have an interest in getting drunk. Two, I'm drawing. There happens to be a dance recital going on somewhere in Florida. It looked interesting to draw." She looked back at the pad as she continued to draw. "As for food, something easy to eat that won't get my sketch pad dirty."
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 5:23 pm
Elasa watched Tatiana like a curious child, and looked to the server. "If you have fresh water, I would appreciate being given some," she said politely to the waitress. It was possibly the only Earth liquid that she could actually consume due to her alien biology; water was prevalent on her planet, of course, and some of the foods had the same molecular and nutritional make-ups (even though they may have looked or tasted differently from Earth foods; she and Zeso had not tested this out much yet).
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 5:40 pm
Selene looked over at Elasa. "I'm sure they have more to drink if you don't feel like having any alcohol."
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 6:36 pm
After giving a large sigh, Sonya took notice of the server returning with the first of her beers. "Dear God, thank you..." She said, looking the server dead in the eye. Taking a large swig of the beer, Sonya slammed it firmly on the table. "Alright, girls. I think everything will work well, if you guys can sit here and look pretty while I attempt to... find a mate for the evening, okay?" Her hazel eyes fell over each of them in turn; trying to see if they understood..
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