Manuel, Lil, Bishop, and Adrienne - Backdated to Friday night

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Friday the 13th at Silver.

Breaking from making his rounds, Manuel stopped at the bar and spent five minutes trying to get a drink. Bodies stood together, all waiting for the bartender's eyes to land on one of them to place a drink order. How they kept up with the order of people, well, that was to be commended and he had passed his card to a number of people tonight that he'd originally fallen out of touch with. Once his drink was in hand, he made his way through the crowd, catching sight of a certain skin contrasting couple.

"Who dragged who here?" he asked, amusement glintering in his red glowing eyes. Clearly his shields were not in place.

"That'd be me," Lil giggled, raising her hand; the hand she'd previously had wrapped around Bishop's shoulder. In the other, she clasped what was obviously not her first drink of the night. "I wanted to see what the club was like and His Excellency gallantly offered to my date." With her newly purchased heels, she stood as tall as (if not taller than) the former cop and the blue, low cut, high-hemmed tunic dress she was wearing swished playfully when she pressed an affectionate kiss to his cheek. "S'all my fault."

"I probably should be taken out more, too. If I let myself keep working as much as I do then bad things might happen. I try to look at it as a favor." Bishop kissed Lil's cheek back. "I didn't expect to run across you here. What brought you out to a club?"

Manuel rolled his eyes behind the rim of his glass. "I have some contacts to meet up with. Everyone is here tonight. It didn't seem fitting to pass it up. And please get a room. It is simply disgusting to watch you," he pointed to Bishop, "and you," he pointed to Lillian. He thought to comment on her heels and how he had to crane his neck back just to look up at the pair of them, but did not care to start anything tonight.

"We've been good!" Lil defended herself and her date with a little pout as she clung to Bishop's shoulder once more. "All we did was dance." Club dancing she could do, none of that fancier stuff he'd tried to teach her at the jazz house. With the loud music pulsing and the crush of so many bodies, there was no way to do anything on the dance floor but to bump and grind a little. "You're just jealous."

"Also, we are not disgusting. We're statuesque deities and everyone here should be so lucky as to see our affection down here. We could have saved it for the heavens and there where would you all be? In a loveless world of ugliness, that's where." Bishop smirked to Manuel, teasing him right back.

Manuel polished off his drink and set it down. He waited until the burn passed in his throat before he spoke. "Yes, well, the dance floor beckons me, lest I continue to stand here with you and vomit." He stepped back, gracefully mocking a bow to the deities before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Lil's nose wrinkled as she watched him get sucked into the mass of people. "He's such a weird little man," she commented more to herself than to Bishop before taking a sip of her whiskey and turning her attention back to her date. "You just called me a goddess."

"You're a goddess too?" Adrienne asked as she sauntered up to the pair, grinning like a Cheshire cat and doing a little groove in time to the music. She'd just arrived from a party being put on for Fashion week, opting to cut out early to visit Silver and hang out with people from the mansion. "Bow before me, mortals," she muttered to the crowed in general, "for I am the goddess of Fashion Week." Day one, at least. "I feel so damn hot right now. I want someone to rip my clothes off and worship me like the goddess I am. I'm not interrupting, am I?" she asked, raising her eyebrows- and craning her neck- at the couple.

"I saw Manuel around here already. I'm not sure how you two get along but I can't imagine he'd turn down your offer." Bishop fired back teasingly. He didn't know how Adrienne got along with him but he'd be safe to guess that it wasn't well. That would make it funny. If it was well then he was just being a good wing man. Win win in his mind.

Lil's nose wrinkled playfully and she bobbed in time with the music. "I'd worship you 'cept goddesses don't worship other goddesses and I'm not into tits," she reminded Adrienne. "But I could make an exception if you get me into Fashion Week. Get all dressed up and make pretend I'm some up and coming superstar," the giantess giggled then bumped her hip against Bishop's before taking another drink.

Adrienne laughed easily at Bishop's comment about Manuel. "We get along frighteningly well, it seems," she answered, sidling in close to him as she danced, "though we lack sexual attraction, which suits us both fine. But I'll have to go find him later, see if I can't at least get a sexy dance out of him," she smirked, moving from Bishop to Lil, though she kept her movements somewhat more innocent than she would have with anyone else, not wanting to antagonize the woman since she was obviously so insecure about her heterosexuality. "I might make a model out of you yet," she told Lil after an approving leer, "assuming your boyfriend doesn't get jealous when other men drool at the sight of you on stage." With a grin she danced back over to Bishop.

"Not my choice what she does but I couldn't imagine modeling would be that bad for her." Bishop winked to Lil playfully. "She has the body for it." The huge man wasn't much for dancing at random clubs, not because he didn't like dancing or because he wasn't good at it, but because how crowded the floors became and how difficult it was for someone his size to do what everyone else did.

Taking Adrienne's hand, Lil spun the shorter woman ballerina style under her arm while bumping Bishop's hip again. "I don't have the grace to handle a catwalk properly." The Amazon had learned that the hard way with Arcade. "You start talking photoshoots and we may be in business, though." She didn't mind the crowds; it gave her an excuse to press close to her date and stay that way.

From afar, Manuel did what he did best, lavishly talking up a couple by the bar. From the chest down, his body disappeared amongst the people around him, hiding the freshly pressed black slacks. The colourful pallette of lights flashed over him as he leaned over inbetween the pair, extending his neck, fighting to be heard over the noise. His hair tumbled freely over his shoulders, hiding his slender neck and the collar of his maroon shirt and undoing two buttons from the top. The woman grinned at him and his gaze flickered to the man who had an equally suggestive smile hiding behind his beer. He rose it and in usion, Martini, beer and scotch clicked together in an agreement before Manuel turned and his gaze fell on Adrienne's. His hand held up, telling her to wait and that he would join them momentarily.

The psychometrist found it intriguing that Lil didn't correct Adrienne for stating that Bishop was her boyfriend- and neither did Bishop. Did he not know that Lil was married? Or did they just not care? Not that she had puritan views on marriage or anything. In Adrienne's view people took what they wanted and rules- if marriage had rules, which she wasn't sure about- didn't matter. People who followed convention usually ended up disappointed. Don't start thinking about that, she warned herself sternly, and wiped the topic from her mind. It wasn't that hard to do, considering she had two very fine-looking people dancing with her and a press of warm bodies around her. Adrienne agreed with Lil's assessment of her lack of grace from watching the way the woman moved on the dance floor, but she said nothing. The woman had a temper and Adrienne didn't entirely trust Bishop not to come to Lil's defense if Adrienne insulted his date. "We'll talk about the photo shoots," she promised instead, elbowing a Neandrathal who was trying to drape himself over her as she danced. She caught Manuel's signal and sent him a little finger wave in return. "Of course," she added, "photo shoots often tend to be even more jealousy-inducing for boyfriends than runways, since they can involve less clothes and a larger audience."

"What would I have to be jealous about?" Bishop said with a laugh. "I'd probably like to see them as much as everyone else." He was clearly pretty relaxed about relationships. Of course, Adrienne could have expected that by the idea of the pair dating while Lil was still married. He was also a pretty confident guy.

Hips swaying, Lil let out a laugh so feminine it bordered on a giggle. "He'd probably stick them on his wall like some teenage boy," the blonde pointed. "Give me a few more months to get back in shape and we'll talk about me stripping down for the cameras." She finished off her drink and handed the empty glass to someone she assumed to be given the task of cleaning up then draped her arm over Bishop's shoulder once again before asking Adrienne, "How's Fashion Week?"

"Fashionable." Manuel cut in, empty glass in hand and passed it off to the same girl who was cleaning up. He slipped an arm around Adrienne, turning her to face him, like the arm candy she was dressed to be. "Are you inflicting yourself on the deities?" he inquired, raising a brow at Lillian draped over Bishop. "Disgusting, are they not?"

Adrienne fitted herself against Manuel and moved to the beat of the music. "Inflicting myself on the deities? My dear Senor, I am the deity. I am the Goddess of Fashion Week; haven't you heard?" She glanced over at Lil and Bishop to answer his other question. "I don't know, I think they look very pretty."

"We are the hottest couple here," Lil declared with a laugh. "You're just jealous, Manuel." Jealous of who, she didn't say. Instead, the blonde woman pecked Bishop on the cheek. "Gotta go brave the line in the women's bathroom. I'll be right back." She tossed off a little wave and with a little wiggle of her ass, disappeared into the crowd.

Manuel's gaze settled on Bishop, who offered him a smile before following Lillian through the crowd. "She will eat him alive one day," Manuel said to Adrienne, who's curious look turned up the corners of his mouth in a smile. "I believe you owe me a dance, yes?"


"That's the way it should be," Adrienne snickered in response to Manuel's comment about Lil eating Bishop alive. She raised an eyebrow at his question. "Goddesses of Fashion Week do not owe people dances, even if they are as attractive and powerful as you, Senor. I believe you owe me the dance."