Post by Nekayne on Aug 9, 2010 23:06:31 GMT -5
Zhauy's eyes drifted along the club scene until they were suddenly taken away from the dance floor. Instead, she was now focused on the confrontation between a business man grabbing the collar of another man's shirt, two girls being weird, and one getting tipsy - seeing as how she bumped into a stool. She spared a glance towards the bartender to read his reaction, but he was preoccupied with mixing something - though she was sure he had noticed the commotion at some point.
Swinging the rest of her drink back and allowing it to slide down her throat, she laid the glass on the counter. She brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear, feeling as if she owed the club her services - seeing as she frequented it quite often. She knew the man who had been grabbed needed to be taken out, that was obvious. The one holding him was seeming aggressive and his intentions were rather questionable. One girl seemed to change form, signaling some sort of paranormal or other-worldly activity that a person from another plain, like Zhauy, had picked up on.
And then there was Chase getting doused in drinks of all flavours.
"No one is kicking anyone's ass." Zhauy sharp voice rang throughout the commotion, her body facing the mass while her elbows leaned against the counter behind her, one heeled foot hooked onto the foot bar that circled the counter. Her eyes darted from one to the other, commanding authority. "That man is going to leave, the other is going to go back to his work, and that girl is going to calm the fuck down."
Swinging the rest of her drink back and allowing it to slide down her throat, she laid the glass on the counter. She brushed a strand of silver hair behind her ear, feeling as if she owed the club her services - seeing as she frequented it quite often. She knew the man who had been grabbed needed to be taken out, that was obvious. The one holding him was seeming aggressive and his intentions were rather questionable. One girl seemed to change form, signaling some sort of paranormal or other-worldly activity that a person from another plain, like Zhauy, had picked up on.
And then there was Chase getting doused in drinks of all flavours.
"No one is kicking anyone's ass." Zhauy sharp voice rang throughout the commotion, her body facing the mass while her elbows leaned against the counter behind her, one heeled foot hooked onto the foot bar that circled the counter. Her eyes darted from one to the other, commanding authority. "That man is going to leave, the other is going to go back to his work, and that girl is going to calm the fuck down."