mogget_cat | Terrible Triad Touring Agency: New Orleans

"I believe it was meant to be an invitation, Nikola," says the not'cat on his left.

A handful of bills (pulled from your-guess-is-as-good-as-mine-where within that dress) is dropped into the musicians' open guitar-case. New Orleans has always been known as a city full of musicians; Yrael does her part to keep it that way.

"I don't dance in the street," Nikola corrects.

"And it was a very forceful invitation." Cue Eyebrow of Doom as a warning against such things happening again.

"Wasn't meant to be forceful," was meant to be, they were having fun and she wanted to invite him to join without stopping. She nips his shoulder. It's an apologetic nip?

"Where do you dance?"

"Yes," Yrael says, turning a smiles on Nikola. "Where do you dance? We might have to visit such a place..."

She wonders if she can add some last-minute dance music into her gig for tonight.

"In a venue specifically appropriated for that purpose," Nikola says, smirking a little. "Or in the privacy of my own home."

Liz's head tilts to raise a brow at Yrael around Nikola, smirk forming on her face. Fear the cats that plot together. The look specifically asking about where Yrael will be performing. Must check these things now that they know he'll scowl.

The look on Yrael's face is clearly readable.

"Oh that's gooooooood to hear," she says as they continue down the street.

"This is the place."

"Why do I feel as if I'm going to regret this?" Nikola mutters, mostly to himself.

"Downside to scowling?" Liz supplies with a smile as she looks at the place with bright eyes. She liked the look of the place already.

The bouncer recognizes 'Bianca,' letting them in with a brief nod and an even briefer smile. The club is already busy, the DJ doing her work on the small stage in front of the dance floor.

"Sometimes even you are wrong, kiddo," she grins, brushing a kiss against Nikola's ear. The variously-colored lights in the club paint the pale Bright Shiner in white an array of different colors, like paint on a white canvas.

Yrael waves a hand at one of the bartenders, and, upon getting his attention, gestures to Nikola and Elizabeth. "You two get some drinks and pick out a table for when we come back later. Tony will know to put your drinks on my tab. I need to find Charles and see what state everything's in for tonight."

"Blasphemy," Nikola murmurs, but he smiles at her as she leaves and leads Liz over to the bar. He orders the most expensive red wine they carry and turns to Liz for her order.

"Martini, dry," she murmurs with a smile. Her eyes are taking in everything in the club, looking for good seats for which they can watch the show later. And possibly thinking on how much fun tonight will be.

The music is good, loud enough when one is on the dance floor, but lessened by distance and the strategic placement of speakers so that conversation is possible around the bars without one having to shout.

Yrael makes her way through the people like a cat weaving through so many human legs, over to a man with a headset and a clipboard, by an inconspicuous door that blends into the dark wall. It's close enough to the DJ and the main speakers to make the conversation difficult, but everything seems to be satisfactory. The other musicians have checked in with their instruments. They have extra seating to be set up before the show, as well, and they know that the sound system is working flawlessly.

"Somewhere near the front?" Nikola asks, turning to Liz as they wait for their drinks. (So sad not to have them instantly appear...) "Or in the back where we can watch the masses?"

Her head tilts a little, thoughtful. Both their hearing and sight is good enough that where they sit won't affect watching Yrael. "Back so we can watch the masses would be fun."

Her gaze goes to him with an almost innocent expression. "So is this venue appropriate to dance in?"

Yrael still isn't exactly enthused about there not being a real piano, but she's been assured that the keyboard on site is one of the best money can buy. And she supposes it would be nigh impossible to get a baby grand in here at such short notice, anyway.

She comes back, eventually, getting her usual from Tony: an Atomic Cat as virulently green as her eyes.

"What do you think, my friends?"

"I think the consensus is somewhere near the back," Nikola says, taking Yrael's appearance as an opportunity to avoid Liz's question.

There's the smallest of frowns/pouts from Liz when her question goes unanswered. Kitty is sad Nikola!

"I like the club," Liz says with a smile for Yrael. It's a place she'd frequent if she lived here.

"Oh, but you won't be able to see the audience's faces from the back," she grins.

The effect of a Bright Shiner's voice on a full array of people is something not to be missed.

"I like it, too," Yrael says. "And the club likes me because every time I play here they have to schedule extra bartenders and bouncers to keep everything under control. They get so many people coming in that I wouldn't be surprised if they're not paying off the fire department to keep them from reporting the fire safety risk."

Tony, behind the bar, is smiling to himself.

"She raises a good point," Nikola says to Liz. "Perhaps we should rethink the plan."

If Nikola's ego were slightly less swollen, he might be put off by her arrogance. As it is, he's fairly certain it's deserved.

"Up front, little to the side so we can see both?" She offers with a sly look.

Just don't think this subject is over. Liz has a good memory. Long. And ways to encourage answers, she hopes.

Yrael would tell him just how deserved, all while staving off the club's manager trying to negotiate an exclusive contract with her.

She wants to have fun, not put down roots.

"I can get you a reserved table wherever you two want."

A sentiment Nikola can fully appreciate.

"Up front and to the side, then," Nikola says, pointing to a booth that meets the criteria. "There?"

He's under no delusions that Liz will forget the question before the concert.

She nods, "Looks perfect to me."

She grins at Yrael, "All the perks for being close to the star. Might get spoiled with this kind of treatment."

It's the work of a moment to ask that that particular booth be reserved for later.

"I live to spoil my friends," she grins, sipping her drink. It's almost the truth, if one forgives that Yrael isn't technically alive.

"Want to go mock tour guides?"

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