::We aim to [[be]] pleased:: [[Pack Girls]]

[ella]

THE NEW YORK STRIP

4287 Hollywood Boulevard



The New York Strip is a club based on the New York Scene with a Hollywood Vibe. The original club was based at Fith and Broadway, now, it's new location, owned by one of the most hottest and elligable bachelors, brings you something you won't be able to avoid come Friday and Saturday Night. Enjoy many of the rooms and floors as there are many things to do within. All you have to do is make the choice of where you want to have fun. There is a monthly and a yearly membership should you insist on coming back for multiple times.


Memberships

Nightly: $30.00
Monthly: $500.00
Yearly: $2,650.00


The Prices are extremely high, but hey, it's the cost you pay to play. Membership includes personal car service of the vehicle of your choice to pick you up, and drop you off. We know you love to drink, this way no one get's hurt.




The First Floor

The waiting area appears just after the great hall enterance. This area is mainly for those who are planning on entering the resturant.


The restaurant is just to the right of the waiting area, with a full bar, menu for all types of eaters, and rated ***** on the California Arts Guide.


To the left of the waiting area is a small bar lounge which features Blues and Jazz throughout the weekend, and live shows during the week. Food is served here with a short menu, but enjoyable if you like to have some pleasure at the end of a work night.


The second floor is a standard club with light ups down the center of the room. A bar is located on the left, and private booths to the back right. The D.J. must maintain his post in the booth hovering over the stage so he can't get any annoying requests. If you can't handle the music, get off the dance floor.


Above the sound secluded club is a comfortable relaxed clube which caters to your many needs. And by needs, I mean natural.
There are two different rooms to choose from, depending on your taste.








[[Thanks To Enzyme For Getting Sevanni The Pics
Thanks to Sevanni for letting me snag her ingenious layout.
momma loves you baby]]

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::And so it begins::

Ella leaned back against the seat as she looked over all of her girls. There had been a lot going on recently and she had been promising them a night out. She had even went as far as having a limo to escort them around. She smiled fondly. She loved all of them, and wanted this to be a night or fun.

When the limo stopped she clapped her hands together and smiled. "Alright girls. Don't embarrass me too much tonight. I have a reputation to uphold." Ella crooned to them and allowed a hand to escort her out. She watched as her girls piled out one by one.

She grinned at them. Ella was wearing a black satiny tubetop. It resembled a tight corset. Snapping up the front. She liked it because their was a tiny bow at the top. It made her feel sexy and girlie at the same time. She wore dark jeans and high hot pink pumps. Her necklace and earrings where the same saucy shade. She hated pink, but the girls had insisted that it was necessary.

She admired her girls. She turned and lead the way into the club, winking at the men standing by the door. A little playfulness was okay. But there was still a heavy threat in her eyes. Touch one of her girls, and you die. Ella held the elevator until they all piled in. The doors closed and they ascended upward slowly. She couldn't stop smiling.

There were so many thing that she should have been doing. Her girls really needed to have some reassurance and Ella had thought that spending a few days in California with them would lighten their spirits. This was their last night in town and she was treating them to this. They had been playfully teasing about coming out to this particular type of club. Ella had finally caved. besides. It was an all male amateur night. They wouldn't be hit with anything too heavy.

She sighed as she thought of Patrick and his displeasure with the idea of coming. She had teased him and pouted until he caved. He was being silly. Nothing these boys had could even compare to what Patrick did.They would not even get a passing glance from her. Patrick's private strip teases were more enjoyable than anything she had ever seen. She found herself blushing at the thought. She was ready to go home to him.

She walked into the room, grinning. It was already packed. Men wearing practically nothing, some of them were wearing nothing, paraded about. Some flirting, entertaining guest, and serving drinks. She spotted their reserved booth. It was right in front. They had a perfect view of the stage.

She lead them over and enjoyed observing their initial reactions. When a young man approached Ella's eyes darted up to him. he had such soft boyish features and a head full of golden curls. His eyes were a pale green and he smiled, a little too eagerly. He didn't have a bad body. In fact it was rather nice. he was perfectly tan and that made his features more dramatic. He could have been onstage if he wanted to be. He leaned down, looking at each one of them. His pale eyes took them in. Ella glanced away from him. He was only wearing a satiny thong. She chuckled as she silently willed the girls to behave.

Ella was probably asking for too much. Things came out of these girls mouths sometimes that would make a pirate blush. She smiled.

My name is Apollo and i am your personal servant tonight ladies. If there is anything I can get you, and I mean anything. Please do not hesitate to ask.

Oh. He was good. his voice was deep and sultry. He had been going this for a while. he was looking from one face to another with such an intensity that it almost made her want to turn away. Almost. She was not so easily taken in.

"I will take a Amaretto Sour and a round of Royal Flushes. Could you do me a favor and periodically bring us rounds of that shot." Ella smiled up at him and waited for the next order. The show was about to start.

She grinned at Tillie. They were going to play in style tonight. The little blond bundle had spent the previous night using them all to help her scam and distract at Poker. She had pulled in quite a nice little pot. Ella grinned. People underestimated Tillie, but she didn't. She knew that under that cutesy exterior lied a perfectly capable woman. Tillie was a force to be reckoned with. As were all of her girls. She bubbled with pride over them. [/size]

[evey Knightley]

Evelynn was grateful for this get-away with the girls from their pack. She looked at the other five faces that made up the estrogen side of their family. All were excited and worry free right now. Evey rested her head back, taking it all in. She was probably ruining the shape of her black curls, and with a smile, she could care less. The way they all were feeling was better than anything else in the world.

Ella had pleaded with Patrick to let her take them out, just the girls. Laughing to herself, she remembered the cute pleading act Ella performed in the Circe DE kitchen. Hands pressed together as if in prayer, kneeling in front of him. Please please please puh-leeeeaassse Patrick? Ella had pushed off of her knees and giggled in glee when he agreed, Finally. It took many days teasing and pleading Patrick into submission, but if anyone could do it, that person was none other than the Alphess.

So here they all were, in California, going to this hugely talked about club. In a Limousine no less. It was Evey's very first ride in one, let alone something very luxurious as this was. Evelynn was decked out to boot for this outing with Ella's girls. Her make-up was flawless, she had on her Co Co Mademoiselle, which she only used for special occasions. She was wearing her little black dress, and She meant a short, backless, little black number. It was a halter styled dress, tying right beneath her neck, and letting the remainder material flow down her tan back. A satin hunter green ribbon accentuated her tiny waist, bringing out the emerald shine that were her eyes. Her Manolo stilettos were deadly, mostly because they were kept on her feet only by hunter green ribbons snaking up her her ankles, tying into a cutesy bow on each foot. These stilettos showed off her toned legs, not to mention adding four inches to her height, putting her around five foot seven. Gee, I'm short.

When the limousine stopped outside of the huge club, Evey smiled with anticipation. All the girls were careful coming out of the limo. Evey reached out for Katra's hand and grabbed her closer. "This is going to be so much fun KAT! " She said. She almost squealed in delight. She gave her sister a firm squeeze and let her hand go. They all followed Ella in. She could feel the men stare at the group of beautiful women that had just walked in. No one knew they had a pack of super bad-assed female wolves in their presence.

Eve's jaw dropped when she saw all of the naked men, half-naked men, and not near-enough naked men walking, swarming rather, all over this place. They were all like male gods come to grace their night with fun and excitement. Evey arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow at Katra, and they both spread into grins. Evey's heart pounded in her chest like a caged beast trying to escape. Things were stirring in her that she thought she never had, and thoughts started to pour in to her minds eye that would make some of the more promiscuous wolves in the pack blush like little schoolgirls. Evey felt the rush of blood to her own cheeks. Felt the dark crimson staining her fair complexion. She heard Tillie talking excitedly, and that was probably her catcalling to all the Y chromosomes in the room. Eve shook her head, smirking, green eyes twinkling, and her curls bouncing with the movement.


They were led to a table up front, directly in front of the stage. Evelynn sat to the left of Ella, who sat, as an Alpha should, in the middle. Evey needed her Katra to sit next to her. No doubt Tillie would sit on the other side of Ella. Well, that was still close enough she guessed. She patted the seat next to her, inviting Kat to sit there. Well, this is a perfect seat. She was almost directly facing the stage. All the better to see with dahling.

A blond haired, light green eyed cherub approached their table. Evey took the image of him all in. He was tall, but compared to her short five foot frame who wasn't? He was deliciously tanned and had a very handsome smile. His voice was low and husky to Evey's sensitive ears. She shivered at the sound of it.

My name is Apollo and i am your personal servant tonight ladies. If there is anything I can get you, and I mean anything. Please do not hesitate to ask.

Evey smiled to herself. Oh, I'm sure I can think of a few things for you to help me out with cowboy she thought evilly. He went from woman to woman getting their drink orders, flirting with each of them in a very different way. How she wanted to have a slice in the pie too. When he sauntered his way to her, she looked up at him from beneath dark lashes, her green eyes glinting.

"I'll have a Jack and Coke, light ice, love," she purred out to him, winking. His light greens pierced her Emeralds, holding her unwavering gaze. A slow smile graced his full pouty lips, and with a slight nod, he acknowledged her flirtations, accepting them gracefully. As he walked behind her to get Kat's drink order, Evelynn's nose was filled with his cologne. MMMMMMMmmmmmm. He smelled deliciously of Aqua Di Gio. Her favorite cologne on a man. Ella ordered some kind of shots and told this, Apollo, was it? to continue bringing them all night. Oh man, I'm going to get tanked aren't I?

She smiled the biggest grin she had ever possessed in all of her short twenty two years of life. "Lets get this party started," she said Katra's way. She glanced over Ella and locked eyes with Tillie. She flashed Tills a very toothy grin.

[tillie]

Tillie's Dress

Tillie blustered with enthusiasm as she was escorted out of the limo. She had never imagined that Ella was going to cave to their ranting. She wasn't sure that any of them had even been really serious. Don't be mistaken. She was excited. Just less sure of the idea now that they were actually there. She linked arms with Ayden. Her best friend, sister, solid rock, and other half. She giggled softly. She wore no jewelry with her dress tonight. The yellow was striking against the dark tan she had acquired while being in California. She wore a pair of golden roman flat sandals that laced up to her calf.

They moved together gracefully. They were Lycan and family. They always seemed to move as one being when together. It was a plus of being bonded with the family. She squirmed and tried not to laugh too much. This was too much fun being here with the girls. She hoped that they could top their performance from last night.

With many taunts and teases by the girls and a little shifty maneuvers on her part, they had been enough of a distraction for Tillie to shift a few over eager men out of a good chunk of money. Ella had even roughed up a few men for trying to get a little too friendly. It had been a blast.

Tillie studied Ella during their ride in the elevator. She had a far off look to her and she was blushing. Tillie smirked. It must have been nice to have someone you cared for so much. She playfully licked at Aydens face and laughed. Oh how she loved her french crumpet.

She automatically blushed when the doors rushed open. She kept her beautiful smile, but adverted her eyes to the floor. A small squeak leaked from her throat. She could smell the desire in the room. She tried not to giggle to much as they walked over to their reserved booth. She just wouldn't look. Not at any of the naked flesh surrounding her. Oh what was she thinking? She slid in beside Ella. Tillie pulled Ayden in beside of her. Leaving Evelynn and Katra to sit at the other side of their Alpha.

She kept her eyes on her family. She wouldn't look. No amount of ohhhs and ahhhs from the girls would be able to tempt her. No. But a soft voice and a pair of pale green eyes would. Tillie stared up at their server. She couldn't look away. It was like he was a perfectly sculptured God. Her eyes trailed him over slowly, drinking him in. Oh god he was beautiful.

She slowly peeled her eyes away from his perfect body. When she looked up she meet him pale eyes. She sighed softly through parted lips. She could smell his cologne. but under it, she could smell his own scent. He smelled like vanilla. It was almost like he had bathed in it all day long before coming into work. She felt herself trying to lean closer. "I'll have the same." She spoke in a dreamy sing song voice. She blinked and smiled softly. When he moved on to ask the others. A slow blush crept up her face as a thousand different thoughts of things he could do for her flashed through her head. Oh God. This was suddenly much more fun.

She looked up at Evey and laughed. Oh yes. Too much fun.

[Katra Maguire]

A night out. That what everyone needed. Even Katra needed something fun and wild to lift her spirits. She was always so hard core and so maybe a pack girls night out would make her loosen up. And anyway, she would be with her favorite girls. All of them. No males to get in the way and squash their little bits of fun.

She could still see Ella begging Patrick to let them go. It had been a funny sight and everyone knew that Patrick would give in eventually. The question had been would it be sooner or later? The answer had come to them when they took off on a flight to California. Even the natural brooding Katra couldnt sulk about this.

Tonight though, Katra didnt know how to react. Ella was taking them to a strip club. She had never been that outgoing before and so a little nervousness tinged her attitude but she was she-wolf..she would take on anything! And everyone looked so excited anyway. And Evey was right by her side.

Katra looked at her fellow girls and they all looked so stunning. Not one of them wouldnt be getting glances tonight. And each one just radiated a beacon that said, 'look at me!'. She was positive with the way they all were dressed, the looks would be a lot. She herself, didnt want any but she looked good in her outfit.

She had chosen a dark navy blue dress that barely made it passed her thighs and had a drop down neck line. Her hair was out and wild like normal but she had fiddled with a bunch of curlers before and so the effect was a wild jungle of perfect roud curls. Her tawny colored eyes stood out even though they were the exact same shade as her hair. And to top it off she had a black satin choker around her neck. The dark blue high heels were nothing glamorous but they matched and so she had put them on.

Her first reaction to the club though was one of pure happyness. She watched as the males wandered around in barely anything, some nothing at all and she felt a small blush creep up to her cheeks. She pushed that away though as she followed Evey and sat down right next to her on the left side of Ella. She smiled at Evey and nodded to her previous statement. "Hell yeah its going to be fun!"

Then the so called servant made his way over and she raised an eyebrow. She noticed the other girls giving him appealing glances and she had to chuckle. He wasnt bad but she was really rusty in the man department. When he came to take her drink she ordered a simple beer and then smiled a toothy grin when Evey spoke up. "The party already started when we walked through the door." She laughed again and nudged Evey gently. This would be a fun night.

[ayden]

This was not Ayden’s thing. Sure, she had been to clubs before, dancing the night away. But never had she ever thought she would be heading out with a group of girls to a…a…strip club. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. She had tried on over 20 different outfits, so unsure as to what she would wear to a place like this. Finally, she settled on an actual sexy outfit, a first for Ayden. Of course, she had a bit of help from Tillie, a few tips here and there through out her days with the pack. It was good to have a best friend.

She had met up with the girls and saw that she wasn’t the only one looking good. They all were, every girl of the pack. Ayden herself had on tight dark blue flare jeans and a sparkly red top that showed some mid-drift and was loose all around. Her black bra strap hung out of the top. She felt good, almost like she was wearing a new skin in this outfit. When Ayden used to go out with her old friends, she would wear just faded jeans and a comfy top and nobody would care. She was comfortable. But tonight, Ayden had wanted to look good, so she tried her hardest to do just that.

First time for everything, Ayden thought as she looked around the limo. It was her first limo ride, her first time in a strip club…what next? First lap dance? Wait, she thought, that was possible. OH boy-o. Ayden smiled as she looked around at the girls in the car. Never before had she felt this, this feeling of family. She didn’t want it to leave. Stepping out of the limo, Ayden laughed as she felt Tillie, the girl she was closest to, link onto her arm.

Ayden followed the group of girls in the elevator and smiled to Tillie as she stood next to her. Ayden had to admit, she was glad she was together with Tillie at least tonight. She was her sister, close to her like a twin would be, if she had one. Well, except that they didn’t look anything alike. But Tillie was her other half, and Ayden didn’t know what she would do if she wasn’t with her tonight. But then Tillie licked her. ”Tillie! Vous petite chienne!” Ayden said, swearing in French. It was easier hat way, most people had no clue what she was saying.

Sliding in next to Tillie in the booth, Ayden looked around her at all the man candy. Yes, man candy. Oh how she wanted to touch. The desire that began to run through her body was great, something she never felt before. Then she heard the voice. Looking up, there the boy, or rather, man, was, asking for drink orders. Ayden could just smell him and wanted him even closer. She wanted to rank her nails along his body and let him do whatever—

”Uh, Red Snapper, please.” She muttered when it was her turn to order a drink. Ayden smiled to the other girls, wanting to let out a howl. She knew this night would be carefree and fun. She could feel it in her bones. ”Alright, where are the daners?” She asked in a loud voice.

[caleb]

"D'ya mind? Christ on a pogo-stick, anymore of this slick stuff and it'll be Disney on ice instead of a strip show aye?"

Caleb would have felt bad for giving the costume director such a hard time if the man wasn't having so much fun in dragging him from one silly get up to the next. He had very calmly (which meant more curse, less struggle) allowed the men to squeeze him into latex, leather, cloth and fur, but firmly put his foot down when they tried getting him into a Red Indian Chief costume.
He had nothing against native Americans, but with the ridiculous feather colours and sparkly pants he was going to look more like something out of the Village People, rather than Chief Bighorn.

"Oh come now sweetie we need you to glisten and shine for the ladies no? Besides, you love me."

The werewolf sighed as he was covered in more oil, wondering how he got himself into this mess in the first place. Then he looked at the next man going out on stage and he remembered...
Ooh Stephanos.
The Greek pride and joy of the club. And the same man who had unwittingly gotten in the way during one of Caleb's tussles with a vampire at a local pub. Really now, he was only trying to save the humans from becoming another all-you-can-eat-Vamp-buffet. But no, instead the silly gits thought that Caleb was just being rowdy and needed to be put in his place.
Well he showed them alright.

And now he was here, being oiled up by Jose in repayment for injuring tonight's main event.
"If I didn't like you so much I wouldn't even be here y'arse bandit," he grumbled fondly as the other man went to get his vest. In all honesty he would have done almost anything for Jose, especially after he had taken him in once when he was down and out on his luck when he hit Hollywood. Cared for Caleb until he was able to get back on the road again.

"Baby where did you get these awful battle scars?"

The wolf tensed as he felt a finger run down the long length of a scar under his shoulder blade; A gift from a nightwalker when she'd stabbed him with a piece of broken glass, years ago. most of his marks wouldn't be visible ,even under lighting... But once people got close enough...

"S'nothin, had a bit of an accident s'all." he lied quickly, grabbing the article of clothing and pulling it on, "Look, why don't you uh, go check on Buttercup , he looks kinda put out aye?"
And true to his words the honey-haired hunk was in tears over a torn seam in his hot pants. Caleb refused to turn around as Jose scuttled after the wailing model, sighing in relief as he tugged on the rest of the ensemble that had been laid out for him.

This would be a one night only performance, with the promise of big bucks since everyone loved a fresh face. Despite being a show off, Caleb had a slight phobia about being bare. Whether it was from years of having it pounded into his head by the church that it was wrong to do such things for monetary gain, or because he just didn't like being so vulnerable on a raised platform. Either way, it made him and his inner beast feel rather uncomfortable.

Still, this was only a favor and who was Caleb to deny Jose such a thing, even if it wasn't his fault... technically.
Gods he needed a drink.

Hearing the announcement, he took a deep breath and snatched a glass off the tray from a passing waiter. Finishing the beverage in a single gulp with a wince.
"Bleedin hell, it's like sugar water." he complained, tossing the empty glass on a pile of miscellaneous costumes as he made his way to the curtain. No time for stage fright, even if he felt like he was going to chuck out the sticky sweet pink thing passing for a drink.
Caleb took his pose; back facing the audience, hips tilted, one hand perched on his waist while the other held down the rim of a bowler hat to cover half his face.

The curtains rose...
The music began.

'You had plenty money 1922.
You let other women make a fool of you...'

The hat was flung, frisbee style, to the side and into the hands of the audience. Arms raised into the air as suede covered hips swayed to the slow serenade of Amy Irving. Tonight he was decked out in full 1920's gentleman's suit. Long tie, matching suede jacket and even leather suspenders... Jose hadn't skimped on the details.

Slowly turning around, he faced his crowd with his trademark smirk, peeking through dramatically kohled eyes as he eased his way further into the spot light.

'Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do....'

[ella]

Ella laughed at the girls. They were all ogling Apollo. Ella smiled. She had expected nothing less. Evelynn even spit out a bit of playful banter. That's my girl. She mock rolled her eyes at them. They were in a rather choice establishment for that kind of behavior. Ella smiled fondly at Apollo when he brought them their drinks. He was already being paid tonight through her pricey reservations, but she slipped him a few bills anyway. They had the money to burn and he was already her favorite.

Apollo passed the drinks to each of the ladies. He gracefully traced their hands in his motions. All but Ella's. One look and he understood that he could tease her girls, but not her. He grinned and bowed down to them as he backed slowly away and left them.

Ella took up the shot glass and raised it out toward the middle of the table. She watched as her girls followed her motions. "Here is to our bonding ladies." She winked. "Look ladies, but do not touch. I can't fight off an entire army." She laughed as she brought the glass to her lips and took it back in one fluid motion. She slammed it back down on the table. There was an announcement for the beginning of the festivities.

The room dimmed and the majority of the lights drew their attentions to the stage. Ella quirked her brow. "I think that your dancers are starting up, Ayden my dearest." Ella smiled and eased back against the comfy booth. They were so close to the stage that she could have reached out and touched it.

There was something familiar about in the curve of the body of the dancer. Ella's senses was suddenly filled with dry earth and wet fur. It was familiar and calming. She looked to the girls, blinking rapidly. They had been together the entire weekend. Their scents should not have been affecting her in this way. If any of them had noticed, they weren't showing it yet.

His hat, dramatically flung into the crowed landed in Ella's outstretched fingers. She didn't remember maneuvering for it, it had just happened. She brought it up to her face and deeply inhaled the scent. There were several different scents, but one stood out. Caleb. Her eyes slowly peeled up to the dancer.

Besides the more obvious things that Caleb usually smelled like, deep down he smelled wonderful. His natural scent always made her think of warm honey. No one's scent could calm her like Patricks, but when he was absent, Ella always went to Caleb. Just being around him made her at ease.

"Okay babies. Get your money ready, and a lot of it. Momma is getting us a private show." She cocked Caleb's hat onto her head and slowly lifted her body. She was on her knees, grinning up at her pack mate. She laughed as the girls slowly began to realize who was on the stage.

Ella grinned at his all too recognizable smirk. She had watched that smirk swoon many girls. It just made her laugh. She heard herself hoot out to him as she waved a new bill in the air. She had promised the girls one last night of just them cutting back and having too much fun in California. Caleb was about to rain on their parade, however that was in no way a bad thing.

Ella held her free hand out and slipped it into Evelynns' pulling her up with her. She took her eyes away from Caleb momentarily to raise her brows at the dark haired beauty. "Isn't this just a lovely surprise?" Her attention moved back toward Caleb and she let out another cat call.

He was never going to hear the end of this because none of the girls, including herself, would ever let him forget. "I think our Apollo had a bit of competition ladies." She laughed lightly. "And forget what I said about no touching. I want this one on our table."

[evey Knightley]

Evelynn relaxed completely. Something about the atmosphere in this club allowed her to relax and enjoy herself. She rather liked this side of herself. She was feeling a little feisty, a little fiery. And the looks full of raw desire the female Lycan were pulling in from many good looking men was just egging her on.

She watched Apollo return with their drinks. His flesh was taut over his very manly muscles in all the right places. His biceps bulged under the weight of their tray full of drinks. His shoulders and back were wide and they tapered into a firm, trimmed waist. A very lucrative body indeed. He slowly handed out the drinks, a nod and a wink here and there. When he approached Evelynn, her nose was once again filled with a heady smell of her favorite cologne, and an underlying musk that was all his own. A very woodsy, manly smell. His light eyes probed hers as he handed her the Jack and Coke, his fingertips touching the inside of her wrist slightly, sending a delightful shock wave of nerves all the way up her arm. Boy is he good. He bent close to her, whispering very softly in her ear.

"Jack and Coke, Light ice love." His breath was warm and played over the skin of her neck, just below her ear lobe. She tilted her head back and let out her familiar chuckle. She just looked him in the eye as he went back to his work, still chuckling quietly. What am I doing? I don't have a seductive bone in my body. she asked her self blushing deeply.

When she glanced back up she caught Tillie's knowing eyes, saw her easy smile. She cut her eyes playfully at her, pick up some scrap off the table and tossing it her way. "Shut up Tills," she said amused.

Ella grabbed her shot glass and raised it to the ceiling in a ceremony of toasts. Evey snatched up her shot and followed suit, just like the other girls.

"Here is to our bonding ladies." She said with a wink. "Look ladies, but do not touch. I can't fight off an entire army."
They all laughed along with her as they all gulped down there own shots. Evey felt the liquid slide into her belly, warming her all over. damn those were good. She sipped on her drink as the lights dimmed low. She was excited to see the first act.

A hush fell over the room as all of the anxious ladies waited for their entertainment. Evey heard the soft crooning of the music begin when the curtains were slowly parted to reveal a man with his back turned. He was clad in a very sexy 20's-ish gents suit, complete with a bowler hat. One hand on the rim of the hat, the other perched on his hip, in a very appealing gesture. Evey let her green eyes roam his entire backside, drinking him in. She smiled Wolfishly.

She loved soft music like this, and it reminded her of sitting at home with a drink and letting the crooners voice wash over her. Crooners of the likes of Frank Sinatra, Etta James, and Billie Holiday were her favorite.

'You had plenty money, 1922
You let other women make a fool of you'

The man took off the hat and flung the thing out into the crowd. Ella caught it, and brought it up to her face, inhaling his scent. The smell drifted slightly to Evey's nose and tickled it with the smell of werewolves and males, mortal and the lycan.


'Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too.....'

The smirk on the mans face made her think of home. She smiled at that thought. Watching this male move his body in a very subtle but extremely sexy gesture made Evey's heart throb, beating faster and faster.

Evelynn barely heard Ella say "Okay babies. Get your money ready, and a lot of it. Momma is getting us a private show." throwing on the hat on her head. Evelynn threw her head and let out a low rumble of laughter. She felt Ella grab her hand and pull her up into the booth, both of them on their knees. Evelynn was catcalling when his face came into clear view. That smirk, those bluest of blue eyes. The familiar sweet scent of...Caleb? She was confused for a short second, and then she howled with laughter. She turned to Ella and joined in with her whistles and cat-calls.

"Whohooo...Take it OFFFFFFFFF" she heard herself call out to him, eying the very familiar male, a smirk coming to her own lips. This night just kept surprising her indeed.


'You're sittin' down and wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too'



"Isn't this just a lovely surprise?" Ella asked her clutching Evey's hand.

"Lovely. Yes, this is a very Lovely surprise." She said her gaze back on Caleb on stage, where he was going to make many women swoon tonight. And why wouldnt they? He is very handsome indeed. she squeezed Ella's hand back.

"I think our Apollo had a bit of competition ladies." Ella addressed her pack.

"And forget what I said about no touching. I want this one on our table."

Evelynn smiled at the thought of that.

[tillie]

Tillie giggled against Ayden as Apollo walked back up with their drinks. She peeked over, her tinkling green eyes watching his every move. She watched him flirt viciously with Evelynn. She smiled dreamily as she looked him thoroughly over. Her eyes moved up to meet Evelynn's. She chuckled and lifter her brow. She knew what she was thinking, they were all thinking it. With the exception of Ella. Ella never looked at anyone the way she looked at Patrick.

Tillie loved Evelynn. Ayden was her best friend, but Evelynn held a close and very warm spot in her heart. They could usually read one another very well. Tillie shot her a naughty grin. Oh yes. She knew exactly what was playing on Evey's mind.

She giggled and dodged the item throw. She winked and blew kisses toward Evelynn. A soft sigh escaped her lips as he suddenly grazed her hand. She slowly brought her orbs up to meet his. She lost herself in his eyes. She pulled her gaze away and blushed. She heard him chuckle and he leaned down and whispered in her ear.

Vous ne devez pas moins ces beaux yeux.

His fingers brushed across her cheek, but then he moved on to flirt with the next at the party. She bit into her lip as she brought her eyes up to meet Aydens'. He had spoken to her in french. She would have recognized the language anywhere. Ayden was always spouting it out to her. She waited for her translation.

Tillie smiled fondly at Ella as she raised her shot glass to Ella's toast. She mimicked her Nim'Rah's motion and tossed the shot back, slamming it down onto the table. She squealed excitedly as the show began. She gripped tightly to Aydens hand.

Tillie knew that this wasn't exactly Ayden's perfect idea of going out and having a good time. She could smell the nervousness all over her better half in the beginnig, but now Ayden seemed very aware of their surroundings and just as excited. She patted her had reassuringly. "I promise I will dance for you later my french crumpet." Tillie giggled again and licked at Aydens nose.

She whooped out to the dancer, enjoying the view of his backside. His dramatic pose made her giggle. He was going to be good. She could tell. Anyone with a backside like that would have to be fabulous at anything he did. She looked over to Ella as she caught the bowlers hat. She laughed, but something about the way Ella was staring at the dancer made her falter.

Tillie dumped a pile of bills into the center of the table. Grinning at Ella's eagerness and change of tone. Had she missed something? Tillie crawled to her knee's, following her older sisters example. She pulled Ayden up along with her.

Tillie's eyes fell upon a very familiar face. Her mouth gaped open and she could feel the high blush raging against her skin. That was her favorite smirk. It was his only smirk. But still, she sighed softly.

Tillie watched him, her mouth open in astonishment and wonder. Was she really going to sit here and watch Caleb strip? No. But she would sit there and watch as much as she possibly could.

Tillie tightened her grip on Ayden's hand. As far as the crush thing had went, she was the only one that Tillie had told. She was sure that she accidentally let it slipped to James. Ever since then it seemed like everyone knew. She threw a worried glance at Evey. No Evey...don't tell him to take it off.

She drew her gaze back up to Caleb. She could tell by the vulgar calls, some of which coming from their table, that he was moving very well. But Tillie could only watch his face and become absorbed in his beautiful blue eyes. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he took a little off.

Tillie looked over at Ella. "Yes Mam'."

[Katra Maguire]

Katra watched the surroundings of the club with a small smile. She had her legs crossed and arms folded, obviously not showing anything off. She had never been the type to let seduction creep into her words and actions. She didnt think she would be good at it either. Plus...no man had caught her interest like that. She didnt think any would here tonight.

But she was glad her fellow sisters were. They all had bright faces and smiles. Tonight would be a blast even if she didnt really know how to act in a situation like this. She would bluff her way through it. If she could. She would sure try to. That was her thoughts as Apollo came back.

She noticed him touching each girls fingers and wrists as he passed along the drinks. She gave a low growl and a small glare and he didnt so much as linger there. She smirked and bit into the cap of the bottle and then yanked it off. She put it on the table and then noticed Ella pick up a shot.

She followed along and smiled at Ella's words. There would be no touching from little miss Kat tonight. That was for sure. But she did enjoy the shot. It was warm going down her throat and she wanted to grab another one but then the lights dimmed and the dancers were setting up. Ayden got her wish after all.

Kat watched with high interest as the first male came out. He looked very sexy up there in his outfit and she noticed the girls all had an interest in him. She didnt but she could watch the others make cat calls. But one look at Ella after she caught the hat and she knew something was up.

But it didnt fully knock into her until the male turned around and showed off those bluest of blue eyes. She had been taking a sip from her drink when she realized it was Caleb. She half chocked half gasped and she took a deep breath to clear her watery eyes. She then blinked once more to make sure she wasnt seeing things.

Nope. It was Caleb. And apparently Ella wanted a private show. Kat put a hand over her mouth to hold back her laughter and she glanced at Tillie. One look at her face and she cracked up regardless of her weak attempts not to. She sat there laughing for a little bit and then joined in on the calls. "Yeah! Take it off!! Come on ole Blue eyes!! Give us a show!!" This was going to be an amazing night.

[caleb]

It was interesting how much one could block out from just getting lost in the music.
The faces of the people dimmed, only shadows and shapes in movement ,easily ignored. Calls and whistles drowned out by the music and slow beat. As much as Caleb liked an occasional grin of appreciation for his physique, he felt weird when he was getting leers like a sheep in a wolf den... Though there was something to be said about the feeling of empowerment even when you were at the mercy of the crowd.

While they may be the ones with the bills, they had to wait for each pop of a button with bated breath, and in some twisted way, Caleb liked making them wait. It was almost as fun as baiting vamps, just minus the bloodshed and the strong urge to rip off their heads.

Following the soft hiss of the snare, he let the jacket drop from one shoulder and then the next, dragging it behind him as he slinked towards the other end of the stage, chin ducked in an act of bashfulness.

'You're sittin' down and wonderin' what it's all about
You ain't got no money, they will put you out
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too'

Slow pull of the jacket up and over his back before he let it drop off the side of the platform, then without barely a glance back he moved towards the other end of the stage as if to ensure the audience on that end that he hadn't forgotten them either. Each step was calculated, toes turned just right and shoulders rolling with the right rhythm to dramatise his movements.

He whipped around and gave eager eyes a good view of his back, before shucking the silk vest off in a move that would even impress the professional bun-shakers. Head tilted back ,eyes half closed as he let the vest slide down the full length of his arms before flinging in into random hands in the dark.
One hand rose to glossed lips as he bit down on the tip of a gloved finger, pulling back to reveal the hand underneath.

It was a good thing he was so distracted by the club's atmosphere, or he'd have turned tail (literally) and gone scampering back stage had he known of the pack of females currently enjoying his display.
As it was, he had sunk down on his hands and knees and began a graceful crawl down the brightly lit catwalk. Dip and rise of hips swaying from side to side while he placed one hand in front of the other ,stalking towards the front with the glove still dangling from playfully bared teeth.