Nightfall:Crusader Wolfe

[4:31:18 PM] Omniance: [Tuesday, May 16th 7:45 p.m.
Los Angeles, Santa Monica, The Flagship]
[4:46:29 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He walks up to the side door of the Flagship, holding it open for Fred and Stacy before heading inside himself, the three of them having just arrived to work.

Acacio: Marcus! Oh, thank god you're here. He walks up to the three of them, looking relieved to see Marcus. He came out of nowhere, everyone's in a panic. I don't know what to do!

Marcus: He looks a bit concerned, thinking someone may have snuck in a weapon into the club. Acacio, what happened? Did someone get hurt?

Acacio: Yes, I was hurt when Calypso decided to tell me, at the very last minute, that we have a VIP guest today. He shakes his head while looking up. It's not actually her fault but I can't blame the VIP now, can I? He whimpers a little to himself as he bites his nails out of stress before looking over at Stacy and Fred, seeing that they're just standing there. Girls, please. He's already here, get to your posts. Marcus, come with me. I need your to help moving some furniture upstairs.

Marcus: He raises an eyebrow as Acacio grabs his arm and takes him away.
[4:54:43 PM] Omniance: Fred: She looks at Stacy and shakes her head a little, then pulls her purse off her shoulder and sets it on one of the racks.

Stacy: Well there goes our slow night. She sighs and throws her purse and coat near where Fred hung hers up and heads out of the kitchen to the bar.

Fred: She grabs a pen and pad for orders an puts it in her back pocket, walking out into the nightclub. Despite what Stacy said, it's still going to be a slow night from what it looks like. There was no line outside and only a few tables even have people sitting at them, and it looks like someone else has already taken their orders. She looks over to Stacy, who is already behind the bar setting a few beers on the counter for another waitress. Fred walks over to her and leans on the bar. I think Acacio is overreacting. She looks around one more time.

Stacy: Well you know him. She looks out at the club. ...Everything is panic mode when you're that tightly wound.

Fred: I should probably head over to the VIP area to see if they need me. She pushes off the bar and walks across the club. There's music playing but it isn't very loud, just some background noise for the somewhat calm atmosphere as she reaches the entrance to the VIP area she stops and waits around for Marcus and Acacio to show up.
[5:04:14 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He's walks across the nearly empty nightclub with a large metal dolly with Acacio following closely behind him. He gives Fred a smile when he sees her before Acacio walks in front of him.

Acacio: Let me get that for you, Marcus. He quickly walks ahead and opens the door for Marcus so they can head upstairs.

Marcus: He goes up first, pulling the dolly up behind him over each step.
[5:13:34 PM] Omniance: Fred: She watches them pass back and just quietly waits since she doesn't really have anything else to do. She turns and lays against the wall. Her eyes immediately widen with surprise.

Thomas: Your manager seems to take his work very seriously. He's wearing an entirely black outfit, leather jacket. It looks pretty casual compared to the last two times she saw him, but it's obvious that it's still designer clothing.

Fred: Are you the VIP? She's not really sure how to react.

Thomas: One of them. Was hoping you wouldn't be working here tonight. He walks passed her up the stairs without saying anything else.

Fred: She looks confused, unsure of what he meant by that. She watches him walk up the stairs.
[5:26:58 PM | Edited 5:34:37 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He's slowly moving one of the expensive looking sofas across the VIP room with Winston helping him on the other side.

Acacio: He stressfully watches them. Please be careful. That's a Fabio Leather Cinema Sofa.

Winston: The black muscular bouncer seems to have already helped Acacio move some things in the VIP room, he's already sweating once they finish moving the leather sofa. After wiping some of the sweat from his forehead with a small white rag he looks over at Acacio. How much do one of these go nowadays anyways?

Acacio: It's electric, god knows how much.
[5:37:27 PM] Omniance: A thin woman with long black hair and dressed in a long form-fitting red and black dress is standing in the corner watching them move the furniture. There's a few others with her. She, and the people she's with, all look like artsy and high society types, wearing fashionable clothing and looking almost like models.

Thomas: As he walks up into the VIP room he looks around strangely, watching Marcus and Winston move the couch, he shakes his head a little, looking disdainfully towards the woman and the people with her.

The woman looks displeased as her eyes dart to Thomas. She's obviously unhappy about something, and has likely taken some of his displeasure out on Acacio before Marcus arrived.

Thomas: Was the furniture so offensive, Vanessa? He looks back to Marcus, Winston, and Acacio.

Vanessa: We felt that the space needed more... Flare... She has a calm but hypercritical tone to her voice. We're paying good money for this suite, it should look presentable to us.

Thomas: I'm paying good money for it.

Vanessa: And I thought it should be presentable, to you. She sighs, looking to two men moving the sofa.
[5:42:11 PM] Arbi: Acacio: He turns towards Vanessa once the couch is perfectly placed where she wanted it. You were absolutely right, Vanessa. It looks much better in this spot. He smiles.
[5:44:33 PM] Omniance: Vanessa: She looks to Acacio. Of course it does... The three of you can go now... She looks back to Thomas. We would like some privacy.
[5:47:35 PM] Arbi: Acacio: He lightly nods and turns, leaving with Marcus and Winston behind him.

Marcus: He eyes Thomas as he's leaving, having not forgotten what happened before at his gallery.
[5:49:33 PM] Omniance: Thomas: He has a strange look as Marcus eyes him, distinctly remembering that the last time he saw Marcus, he had the left side of his car wrapped around him. He looks back to Vanessa. Well, let's get started...
[5:50:16 PM] Omniance: Fred: As Marcus and the other two walk down from the VIP room, she's still leaning against the wall. She looks to Acacio and Marcus. So did they need anything?
[5:57:08 PM | Edited 5:57:29 PM] Arbi: Acacio: Miss Vanessa has requested some privacy, for now. He turns to look at Marcus and Winston, a relieved smile on his face. Many thanks, boys. He pats Marcus on his chest. I don't know what I'd do without you. He leaves the three of them there as he says. Calypso will be just ecstatic to know everything is under control.
[5:59:09 PM] Omniance: Fred: She watches Acacio leave. Did Thomas say anything to you? ...About anything? She looks back to Marcus.
[6:04:49 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He didn't say anything to us. He looks back towards the VIP door before looking back at her.

Winston: He rubs the bottom of his square chin like he's deep in thought. Say, don't you two think it's strange that Thomas reserved the VIP room again so soon?

Marcus: It's a little weird...
[6:06:24 PM] Omniance: About two hours later...
[6:21:22 PM] Omniance: Fred: She's sitting at the bar drinking a water with lime like she always does. A few more people have come it, but the VIPs have asked for, literally, nothing, in the passed two hours. Despite this they've been playing loud music the whole night and don't seem as quiet as the last time Thomas rented out the room. It's been such a slow night that she hasn't even taken any orders.

Stacy: She's reading a fashion magazine, leaning forwards on the bar. Well at least I'm getting paid to do what I do when I'm waiting in a doctor's office.

Fred: She pushes against the bar with her leg, causing her to slowly spin around on her barstool as she sips from her drink. She's been antsy all night, constantly looking up at the VIP balcony area, trying to get an idea what what's going on. After a moment something catches her eye, at the front door is a tall woman with medium-length brown hair talking to Marcus.

Wolfe: She keeps looking passed him into the club. I'm looking for a young man, tall, about 6'3", maybe 6'4", early twenties, blonde hair, athletic build... Wears a lot of black. She looks back to Marcus. Have you seen him around here tonight?
[6:34:18 PM | Edited 6:46:52 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He notices her describing Thomas's appearance almost exactly. He thinks she might be a cop or an angry ex. His name is Thomas. He has the VIP room reserved for his party tonight.
[6:36:30 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: What's the charge for entry tonight? She pulls her wallet out of her back pocket.
[6:42:42 PM | Edited 6:43:34 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He unhooks the stanchion to let her pass. You can go on ahead but you won't get into the VIP room if you're not on the list.
[6:52:50 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: That won't be a problem. She puts her wallet away and walks into the club.

Fred: The woman makes her feel a little strange, something about her is foreboding, just like when she walked towards the church with Marcus a few days ago. She stops spinning on her barstool and looks at her as she walks up to the bar.

Wolfe: I'll have a glass of red wine, whatever you have.

Stacy: You're not particular of the brand? She pushes off the bar and closes her magazine.

Wolfe: Not particular at all.

Stacy: I have to go open a new bottle, give me a moment. She turns and walks through the door into the kitchen.

Wolfe: She's looking around the club. Not very many people here tonight.

Fred: Mondays and Tuesdays are usually pretty slow nights. She looks down to her drink as Wolfe walks closer, stopping about two bar stools down.

Wolfe: She looks up at the VIP lounge. How long are you open?

Fred: Until three.

Wolfe: I thought last call was at two.

Fred: We stop serving at two, but you're allowed to stick around an extra hour...

Stacy: She walks out with a glass of red wine. Here you are.

Wolfe: She pulls out her wallet and puts a few bills on the countertop. Stacy quickly snatches them up. Afterwards she grabs her glass and pulls out her cellphone, walking towards the tables. Yes... I found him... A place called the Flagship... Her voice trails off as the music starts to drown out what she says.

Fred: She looks to Marcus and then gets off her stool, quickly making her way over to him. Did anything about that woman seem weird to you? The one that just came in?
[6:56:26 PM | Edited 6:56:41 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He looks back at her before looking forward again, not wanting to look like he's slacking off even though it's a slow night. She's looking for Thomas. That puts her up there already.
[6:56:52 PM | Edited 6:57:46 PM] Omniance: Fred: Up there? ...Oh... I see what you meant. She thinks for a moment. You don't think she's from that same group we saw at the gallery? She looks back into the club. Do you?
[6:59:08 PM | Edited 6:59:09 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He looks back into the club, checking out how she looks like again. ...She doesn't look the part, the other two looked like business men.
[7:04:04 PM] Omniance: Fred: ...Something about her seems... Off.

A car pulls up, it's a large hummer. Out of it steps a young woman in a grey business dress and glasses.

Sloan: She's on her cellphone, not paying attention as she brushes what looks like dog hair off of her dress. A nightclub? And you're just going to sit in there and drink wine? She slams the door to the hummer and pats the door loudly. She says go around back! She sighs and turns, walking towards the steps up to the entrance. Well how many people- She looks up at Marcus and Fred and freezes mid-sentence.
[7:09:23 PM | Edited 7:12:23 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He remembers her from the gallery and how she stepped into a puddle, also noticing that she remembers them too from that night. He's starting to get suspicious now. You don't seem like the clubbing type...
[7:12:42 PM] Omniance: Sloan: She adjusts her glasses. Some customer service you've got here. She adjusts her cellphone a little and looks away from Marcus. Yes, I'm right out front. She pauses. I'm going inside, I'm supposed to be watching you remember? She hangs up and looks at Marcus as she walks up towards them. Are you going to let me in or not?
[7:16:24 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He looks her secretary clothes over before crossing his arms. I can't let you in looking like that.
[7:20:42 PM | Edited 7:22:34 PM] Omniance: Sloan: She looks down at her outfit and shakes her head. Fine. She crosses her arms and stands around near the widewalk. She murmurs to herself. The West Coast is terrible. After a moment she turns and looks at him while digging through her purse. How much you want?
[7:25:42 PM] Arbi: Marcus: This is a nightclub, ma'am. Not a library. You're not getting in. He looks away from her before letting two well dressed woman through, without even stopping them.
[7:27:18 PM] Omniance: Sloan: She lets out a long sigh and drops her purse, causing it to swing by her side. She just stares at Marcus.

After a moment there's a loud commotion from inside the club that catches Marcus and Fred's attention.
[7:29:17 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He looks back at Fred before quickly going back inside with her to check out what's going on.
[7:31:01 PM] Omniance: Winston is sent crashing into one of the tables near the entrance to the VIP area.

Wolfe: She has a red cheek, meaning that he probably landed a single hit on her after he realized how dangerous she was. She turns and looks back at the VIP lounge, kicking the doors open and then marching up the stairs.
[7:39:08 PM] Arbi: Several gasps and screams fill the nightclub as Winston is sent slamming into one of the tables. One of the customers runs up to him to check if he's okay once Wolfe leaves him alone.

Marcus: Make sure Winston's okay. He runs after Wolfe, following her up the stairs to stop her from causing anymore trouble.
[7:40:08 PM] Omniance: Fred: She runs over to Winston while Marcus goes to stop Wolfe.

Wolfe: She's cracking her knuckles as she slowly, but resolutely, makes her way up the stairs.
[7:50:16 PM] Arbi: Marcus: Just before she's about to reach the top he grabs her leg and pulls her down, forcing her to fall on her face on the steps. He doesn't give her time to get back up as he grabs her arms and holds them down behind her. I don't care how much you hate Thomas, ma'am. Hurting my friend is a one way ticket out of here.
[7:51:46 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: She lets out a long sigh. Her nose is bleeding a little. I'm going to give you a one chance to let go of me.
[7:52:17 PM] Arbi: Marcus: That's not happening.
[7:53:14 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: Have it your way... Her hands start to crackle with golden lightning.
[7:57:52 PM | Edited 7:58:23 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He presses down on her arms harder, thinking she might have some type of taser on her that she's trying to use on him.
[7:59:13 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: The lightning crackles louder and suddenly extends into a long spear of energy, yellow bolts of energy arc off and sear his hands as he tries to hold her.
[8:01:27 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He backs off and falls back against the railing a few steps down, grabbing at his hand as it burns him. He looks up at her as flashes of the lightning at the gallery go through his head. You're the one from the gallery...
[8:04:15 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: She stands up and sighs, flipping the spear around in her hand. And you're supposed to be dead. She narrows her eyes and throws the spear of yellow light at Marcus, it tears through the center of his chest and explodes at the bottom of the steps, leaving a burned spot on the carpet, but nothing more. She turns and starts heading up the steps, another bolt forming in her hand. Despite all that's happened, the music from the VIP area is far too loud for the vampires up stairs to have taken notice.
[8:08:55 PM] Arbi: Marcus: An intense pain is going through his chest as he lays down at the bottom of the steps. He isn't sure what happened but he still feels conscious, did the lightning stop his heart? He's never been electrocuted before, he doesn't know what he's supposed to feel. He opens his eyes and looks up towards Wolfe. He groans in pain before closing his eyes and yelling out. Thomas!!
[8:22:52 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: She opens the door and immediately sent launching backwards, dropping her spear to the ground, causing it to explode on the steps, and flying down the stairs, landing on her back, right next to Marcus. She starts to get up but is suddenly pinned to the floor by a black boot.

Thomas: We meet again Miss Wolfe. He's already standing over her, pressing his heel down into her chest to keep her from moving.

Wolfe: That's Mrs. She doesn't seem too concerned.

Vanessa: So this is who the terrifying hunter you're trying to scare us with? She's standing at the top of the stairs. Oh Thomas regaled us with your feats of terrifying strength didn't he? She pulls out a cigarette. One moment, I want to smoke my cigarette before I laugh at the two of you...

Wolfe: She slams Thomas's leg away from her chest with her forearms, jumps to her feet and in a single swift motion throws a streak of lightning up the stairs at Vanessa. The female vampire blurs back up into the room and disappears, and the bolt tears through two of the vampires that were standing behind her, causing them to instantly burst into cinders and ash instantly. Wolfe then turns her attention back to Thomas as he punches her square in the jaw. She shrugs it off despite the punch making a loud "cracking pop" as it hits her, and she kicks him against the wall hard enough to stun him for a moment, before she turns and throws another bolt at a vampire running down the steps, who immediately bursts into ash and cinders like the two before him. She then turns and bats one of Thomas's punches away with her right wrist as a small wooden stake pops out from the left sleeve of her jacket and into her hand, which she slams into his heart in a quick follow up thrust. Thomas immediately goes limp and falls to the floor. Afterwards she pulls out her cellphone with one hand, grabbing him by the collar with the other, and drags him across the floor. Meet me out front, now. I have him. She drags Thomas to the front door.
[8:26:48 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He waits until Wolfe walks past him before he opens his eyes and gets up, pushing forward into Wolfe's back to force her to fall forward into the closed VIP doors.
[8:29:29 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: She lets out a loud groan and pushes off the doors, then pushes him away. I don't know what you are, but you're gonna stay dead this time. She turns and pushes off the doors, raising her hand up as crackling lightning forms in it, she throws another bolt at him.
[8:31:26 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He gets knocked back into the steps but grabs the railing to stay standing. He grabs at his chest, the intense pain radiating from it again. He winces in pain with one eye closed as he looks up at her. What kind of... taser is that...
[8:34:14 PM] Omniance: Wolfe: She smirks. Taser? Her mood lightens immediately. That's real funny, kid. She kicks him in the chest and sends him tumbling backwards, she turns and grabs Thomas, who still hasn't moved at all, and pulls him through the VIP doors, dragging him through the club. Stay out of my way, or you're going to end up like this young man, right here. She glares at Fred particularly and then makes her way to the front door.
[8:40:19 PM | Edited 8:47:53 PM] Arbi: Marcus: That last kick actually did hurt him a lot, forcing him to stay down from the pain as he watches her walk out of the club with an unconscious Thomas.
[9:08:05 PM] Omniance: Fred: Someone stop her! She stands up from Winston.

Stacy: She points from behind the bar at Wolfe I called the cops lady!

Wolfe: She drags Thomas out the front door and throws him into the large black hummer. I'm sure they'll be here soon enough... The Hummer's engine revs, and the tires screech as to takes off down the street.
[9:08:27 PM] Omniance: Fred: She runs over to Marcus. Marcus, are you alright? Are you hurt? She keeps looking him over.
[9:10:37 PM | Edited 9:11:21 PM] Arbi: Marcus: Hearing Fred's concerned voice seems to cause the pain to lighten faster. He slowly gets back up and sits back on one of the steps. Thought I might've broken something but... I think I'm okay, Fred. His shirt has a charred hole on the front, revealing part of his chest. There's another on the other side of his shirt.
[9:17:55 PM] Omniance: Fred: She looks at the hole in the front of his shirt. You're... Sure? She looks down at him, obviously concerned.

Stacy: Jesus, are you guys alright? She looks over at Winston, who is holding an ice pack to his head, then to Marcus. What the hell just happened? Did she stab Thomas Durrance?!
[9:20:52 PM] Arbi: Marcus: Yeah, I think she did... He looks down, feeling bad that he wasn't able to stop that woman from taking Thomas away like that.
[9:22:11 PM] Omniance: Fred: She looks worried. She stabbed him?

Stacy: Looked almost like she staked him... She narrows her eyes. Where the hell are Peralta and Calypso, did they see any of this?! She looks around the club, there's a sound of sirens coming from outside the club as police cars near.
[9:27:20 PM] Arbi: Calypso: She's standing behind Stacy in the background, quietly comforting and apologizing to the customers as they leave the nightclub. She hears Stacy's loud voice and glares in her direction before going back to helping the other people out.
[9:28:51 PM] Omniance: Fred: Calm down Stacy...

Stacy: I am as calm as I can humanly be in this situation!

Fred: She sighs, thinking Stacy is probably gonna get fired.
[9:29:56 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He slowly stands up as he sees the cop cars park right outside the nightclub. Let's get ready to talk to the cops. They're gonna wanna question all of us.
[9:31:08 PM] Omniance: About fifteen minutes later...
[9:35:22 PM] Omniance: Calypso, Fred, Marcus, and Acacio have been rounded up and taken up to the VIP room by one of the cops.

Fred: There's quite a few cops that have shown up, but almost all of them are down stairs, questioning the customers.

Officer Hernandez: She's looking the VIP area over. So we're supposed to believe one woman cause all this, and a six-foot plus guy who hits the gym couldn't stop her? She turns and looks at Marcus.
[9:41:19 PM] Arbi: Marcus: She had some kind of electrical weapon on her, officer. I've never seen anything like it before.
[9:42:46 PM] Omniance: Officer Hernandez: Is that what happened to your shirt there? And what the hell are these piles of ash all over the stairs? She turns and looks towards the steps down to the first floor.
[9:46:21 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He looks down at his shirt and touches the burnt fabric before looking back up at her. I was on the floor when she used that weapon on me the first time. I didn't see what happened.
[9:48:14 PM] Omniance: Officer Hernandez: So nobody saw what happened? She shakes her head. Some 5'10" woman in her late thirties beat up two fully grown men, bouncers and then dragged a local celebrity, who he himself is probably over 6'2", out the front door, and then simply drove off? She looks to Calypso. Is that what I'm hearing?
[10:00:19 PM] Arbi: Calypso: If I may, Officer. She slowly walks up to the pile of ashes but doesn't get too close. Acacio, do we keep any flammable objects up here in the lounge?

Acacio: I don't believe so. He shakes his head. No.

Calypso: Whatever this is, it was brought from outside the club. Now, dear Marcus mentioned some type of... electrical equipment. I was able to see into the lounge myself from my office and I did indeed see sparks coming from the stairs. She motions to her office which is across the club. I believe this woman used her equipment to burn something that Thomas and his friends brought to the club. Perhaps paperwork. Thomas has been known in the past to use this lounge for business meetings.
[10:02:42 PM] Omniance: Officer Hernandez: Alright, good, thank you. Now we're getting somewhere. Mr. Durrance uses this area for business, is that what it appeared he was doing here tonight?

Fred: She doesn't want to say anything.
[10:06:01 PM | Edited 10:06:40 PM] Arbi: Calypso: The reservation was very last minute but I do believe dear Thomas was meeting with a woman named Vanessa Lord.
[10:07:49 PM] Omniance: Officer Hernandez: Vanessa Lord... She looks over at another officer. She's one of Durrance's business partners, this isn't the first time she's been at the scene of a possible crime, and then gone... Missing...
[10:08:57 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He lays back against the expensive couch he's sitting on and sighs, still using the ice pack on his burned hand.
[10:14:12 PM] Omniance: Officer Hernandez: She looks around the club and then stops, sighing and rolling her eyes as a young man walks up the stairs. I told you to question the people down stairs.

The tall young man shrugs a little and scratches the side of his head through his messy blonde hair with the back of his pen.

Odie: I just wanted to confirm what the make of the getaway car was. The bartender said it looked like a black Hummer, but she didn't get a good look at it. His green eyes dart to Calypso, and then around everyone else waiting for anyone to speak up. So did anyone see what the make of the vehicle was or...?
[10:16:45 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He looks at Fred before sitting up to look over at the young man. Did you say black Hummer?
[10:17:20 PM] Omniance: Odie: Yeah, Black Hummer. Maybe a military make. Did you see it?
[10:19:16 PM] Arbi: Marcus: Me and Fred saw one pull up to the nightclub just before the incident. There was another woman, she wanted to get inside but I never let her in. She looked like a secretary, glasses and all.
[10:21:41 PM] Omniance: Officer Hernandez: Alright, why don't you and Fred, She looks at Acacio. go on down with "Officer" O'Dwyer here and tell him what you saw while I try to figure out what the hell happened here.

Fred: I'm... Actually Fred.

Officer Hernandez: She looks at Fred. Whatever, just go.

Odie: He motions for them to follow him. Let's roll.
[10:22:55 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He stands up and follows the officer downstairs, keeping close to Fred the whole time.
[10:33:18 PM] Omniance: Fred: She seems kinda meek, being around cops always makes her feel like she's done something wrong, even when she hasn't.

Odie: He heads over to the bar.

Stacy: She's sitting on one of the bar stools, drinking a beer. I still can't believe the fucking supreme drug dealer pothead of Elsinore High is a cop in Santa Monica.

Odie: Hey, hey... Hey. Don't say that too loud. He frowns, leaning on the counter.

Stacy: Guess they'll hire anyone they can get in L.A. She rolls her eyes and grabs her beer.

Odie: He just stares at her. Thanks.

Stacy: Are you even old enough to be a cop? She takes a sip from her Corona.

Odie: Well it's nice to see you still got a big mouth, Stacy...

Stacy: I mean, we're in a bar, aren't you like nineteen or something? Can I see some ID, kid? 'cause you gotta be twenty-one to get in here.

Odie: He lets out a long sigh.
[10:42:03 PM] Arbi: Marcus: Chill, Stacy. He's just doing his job. He sits down beside Fred at the bar counter and places the melted icepack back on his hand.
[10:45:17 PM] Omniance: Fred: You two know each other? She looks at Odie, then back to Stacy.

Stacy: Officer Pophead McGee here went to high school with me. She looks from Fred to Odie.

Odie: Hey, you better be nice Stacy, or I'll tell everyone back home you're not a big Hollywood actress.

Stacy: She rolls her eyes and immediately shuts up.

Odie: So. Make of the car? Black, Hummer?
[10:52:01 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He nods. The base looked like a Black Hummer but there was a lot of unfamiliar parts. Hardcore customization, like it was reinforced to hit... something. He pauses as a blurry memory goes through his head.
[10:55:19 PM] Omniance: Fred: She looks at Marcus for a moment.

Odie: That's interesting, because there was a hit and run about a half-dozen blocks from here, some of the witnesses described a large Black Hummer. He pulls out a note pad and fingers through it. Apparently a young woman, about 5'7", long brown hair, walked away from it. He looks at Fred. Strange, huh?

Fred: She gulps slightly.

Odie: She was seen leaving with Thomas Durrance, local art dealer and, model or something, I dunno. He flips through his notepad. Think there might be a connection to what happened here?
[10:58:03 PM] Arbi: Marcus: He almost looks like he's spacing out for a moment before he whispers. ...Hit and run? He winces suddenly and closes his eyes, the painful headache coming back like before. It's like a sharp loud sound coming from the back of his head.
[10:59:08 PM] Omniance: Fred: She grabs Marcus's arm. Marcus? Maybe you should go lay down...

Odie: He raises an eyebrow at Marcus.
[11:00:46 PM] Arbi: Marcus: Yeah. He slowly starts to stand up with his hand still on the side of his side. I think I'll do that. He walks towards one of the many empty couches in the now silent nightclub. Thanks, Fred.
[11:06:39 PM] Omniance: Odie: Well, I'll stop questioning you guys and let you recover. He flips his notepad closed. Kinda nice to see you again Stacy.

Stacy: Whatever. Brendan.

Odie: He shakes his head in irritation, and then points at her. You better watch yourself Anastasia. Her points his thumb to his chest. I'm johnny law in these here parts.

Officer Hernandez: Her voice rings out from the VIP balcony. Hey Rookie, get over here and start sweeping up all the dust on these stairs for forensics!

Stacy: Yeah I'm quaking in my Gucci boots. She rolls her eyes and takes another drink from her beer.

Odie: He sighs and turns, walking towards the VIP area.

Stacy: She gets up and walks over to Marcus with Fred. You ok there big guy?
[11:08:24 PM] Arbi: Marcus: Yeah, it's just a headache. I'll be fine. He smiles up at Fred. You two doing okay?
[11:11:55 PM] Omniance: Stacy: She shrugs. Odie's on the case, I think he was a detective or something while we were in high school. Her tone about him is notably different when he's not in ear-shot.

Fred: Huh? She looks over at Stacy.

Stacy: He's a pothead, but he's a smart pothead. She narrows her eyes. I know that doesn't make sense, but it's true. He'll get to the bottom of this. Probably... She sighs. So much for that damned slow night...

Fred: She gulps as she thinks about the car crash, and looks at Marcus with a bit of worry.