Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Sure, Josephine had been distracted but that didn't mean she wasn't listening. Or couldn't feel the man's eyes tracing her body. After years of being on stage, she could hear nearly anything whispered across and auditorium and feel any look. Directors were the best sort of people to train others to learn when they were being watched. As soon as a wrong note was hit, it as obvious who the man in charge was looking at and staring down, as if a hawk had found its prey hidden behind a thick set of reeds. competition judges were the true masters, able to chill even the most confidant of musicians to a pile of shivering tears without wasting a second glance in their direction. Those cold hearted dragons were Josephine's mortal enemies and she did was the could to make such a thing known as soon as she stepped out onto the stage. She could never had guessed that such a skill would have come in handy in a bar. From the moment her small crew had entered the building, eyes turned to them, many in some sort of agitation as they tried to figure out what the group was doing there but others, the more regular clubbers, chose to ignore them completely, figuring they would be out of the bar before they could bat an eye. Josephine didn't blame them, she would have done the same thing if they had come into the equivalent place in her part of the city. She never thought any of them would want to enter an auditorium for any reason. Several of the people crowded around the bar were ready to pounce on the girls, taking them away, deep into their world for better or for worse, which was the only reason why Josephine's friends decided to hang back. Monica was at her side, watching the bartenders work, fully prepared to flash some skin to get a discount, or something close to it. She had been at the club once before and recognized two of the men behind the bar, but doubted they had given her a second look. Despite the pounding bass, Josephine's senses were still working, adjusting as quickly as they could to her new settings, making sure she could still hear over the music. Especially when the bartender spoke to her, offering her a choice in her drink. She appreciated what he was doing and turned back to look at him, fully prepared to give him her answer right away, but her guard dropped once she saw him. The blonde didn't get a good look at the man before but now that he was staring her down, she faltered slightly, caught off guard by his stare. To be completely honest, she wasn't sure what to expect from a bartender at that sort of club. Joe wasn't one to judge right away, but at the same time she was raised in a certain way and it was hard to shake that from her mind. Harrison was far different and while Josephine didn't mind talking to a pretty face, she wasn't exactly looking to flirt that night. This man was going to help her though. Leaning forward on the bar, the woman let her shoulders shrug, eyes scanning the mass of bottles on display behind the creators. Surprise me, she answered, glancing back at Harrison with a small smile, her eyes lighting up briefly. Monica leaned in and nudged the woman, using the same volume the other two had to use to communicate. Joe, Carrie's been nabbed, she shouted with a laugh and both women turned to look towards their friend. Their red headed friend had been whisked onto the dance floor and was now grinding against an overly friendly man with a confidant grin. Idiot! Joe called back, looking down the bar before returning to Harrison again, the smile still sitting lightly on her lips. If this was how the night was going to be going, Josephine couldn't see herself leaving early. She was still tired but the butterflies in her stomach were fuelling her adrenaline, keeping her awake for a few more hours. As long as she had drinks in her system and a friend by her side, she could make it for a few more hours before she would need to find a bed to pass out for the night. Hopefully it would be her own bed and not because of too much alcohol. Not that the blonde was planning to leave with someone else. She would do anything she needed to as long as she wouldn't be leaving with anyone other than who brought her here.