Andrew strolls casually into the club. Glancing around as if unsure of this new setting. He walks over to a table pulling out a handkerchief, giving the seat of the chair a quick wipe he sits. Neatly folding the handkerchief he replaces it in his suits jacket pocket and sits with his hands folded in his lap. He appears to be waiting for something
Constantino stares down from the window's of the V.I.P room, watching the ebb and flow of the masses below. His eyes follow the newest addition to the staff. It was a shame that the old manager had to be fired, but these things happen when they decide that karaoke is a good idea. Tino makes several notes on his phone and slides it back into his pocket with a sly smile as the mounds of cash pour in.
A young woman appearing to be in her mid-20's walks through the "Red" Entrance. She is wearing a smart casual pants suit that one might see on a Friday in a business office. The olive-skinned, black-haired woman pauses long enough to take a look around.
The woman in the rose patterned dress wanders into the club, looking almost lost. She watches the hum of life and humanity as if she missed dinner. She walks up to the bar and orders a drink, smiles at the bartender. He says something to her and she looks confused and then shakes her head, setting the drink down and turning around to watch the people. The bartender looks frustrated with her and speaks to her again. She frowns slightly but does not acknowledge what the bartender said to her.
Constantino notes the two newcomers. He nods to Kaylie if she looks to the VIP section. Pulling out his phone he makes a call. The bar phone rings and the bartender turns to look up at him. "The woman in the rose pattern dress, drinks free." Hanging up he slides the phone into his pocket and continues to survey the undulating mass.K
Kalie nods to Tino in greeting and then moves towards the table that she typically "claimed" when she cames into the Indigo. She is stopped short after only a few steps when she sees that it is already occupied by a man in a suit. She frowns and her teeth clinches and her lips appear to slightly quiver as if she might be muttering to herself.
Whirling around she marches over to the bar and orders a strout, slapping down her payment as she does.
Maddalena tilts her head and quirks a smile as she notices that the bartender has stopped pestering her. She scans the crowd like a kid in a candy store. She notices the woman ordering the stout and her impatience. She watches her with some interest.
Tapping her fingers on the bill as she waits for her drink and when she gets it, she swipes it off the bar roughly enough to spill it a few times as the liquid slushes back and forth in the bottle. She takes a long draw tipping the bottle up towards the ceiling and then bringing it back down.
She turns slightly and notices the woman in the pattern dress looking at her. "You should take a picture to make it last longer."
Maddalena smiles. "If I had a camera I might do that. However, I am not paparazzi so I do not carry one with me all the time. What is that you are drinking?" She turns her attention to the bottle with a raised eyebrow. She seems amused and intrigued by the other woman's anger. She idly plays with her own glass which is still full.
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