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Even before coming to Shadowfalls, Grey was no stranger to strip clubs. They were one of his favorite places to unwind with a beer and just forget his troubles, and he seemed to have no end of those lately. With a beer in hand, he couldn’t help but grin as he watched one particularly enthusiastic lady throw herself around the pole on the main stage. He was so distracted by her performance, that when someone walked by, he barely looked at them, just assuming it was his server. “Yeah, I’ll take another beer, thanks.”

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“Please don’t tell me there’s cat hair in your coffee.” Lennox spotted someone out of the corner of his eye as he put books back on the shelf. Catticus had been in an extra sassy mood that day, probably due to Lennox having spent so much time away while he was at the party. “Or that he knocked it over. You can have a refill on the house if that cat kicked it or something.”

“Alright, so maybe I need to beef up security again.” Cal was sporting a black eye as he leaned over the bar at the Vortex to order a drink. “Or fire the security I have right now. I still think one of them let this doofus in. He was hiding in my office when I got there this morning.”

“I don’t know what everyone’s complaining about, I had a great time at the party,” Candy smiled, reminiscing about the ritzy party from the other night as she nursed her rum and coke at the bar. “I just can’t be disappointed by a party where I found a secret sex dungeon behind a bookcase! I want a house like that. Think I can find a sugar daddy to buy me a house with a secret sex dungeon and a pool?” 

“Shhh, don’t tell. I’m hiding from the fae leaders.” Lennox was almost always down to talk business and future plans for the city, but after a few drinks, it seemed like a bad idea to start chatting with the fae. “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and realize I’ve made a promise I can’t fulfill.”

“Alright, you caught me.” Cal glanced over his shoulder at the back door. He had almost made it outside without anyone noticing. “I was trying to sneak out the back. But can you blame me? Do I look like the kind of guy that belongs at a party like this?”

While Sage wasn’t necessarily what you’d call a party animal, she was known to attend any event that might afford her with some opportunity to curry social standing. “The drinks are good, at least… but isn’t this all just a bit ostentatious? Seems a bit like an excuse to show off how much money they can spend,” she chuckled with amusement.

“Pretty swanky place, huh?” Candy observed from the balcony, looking out at the party below. But she was feeling a bit mischievous, and she turned towards the other person with a smirk. “What’d you say we take a look around… out of bounds? I bet a place like this is hiding plenty of fun secrets.”

“You look like you need a drink,” Lennox mused, twirling the little decorative umbrella from his cocktail around between his fingers. “Hang on - let me guess your order. Everyone has a signature drink, right? Yours is definitely…a whiskey sour.”

“Care to make this more interesting?” Cal’s thick brows rose as he faced his opponent. Try as he might to look intimidating, a small smirk was tugging at the corners of his lips. “We could make bets on who’s going to win. Oooooor we could up the stakes.”

“Looks like a good bunch tonight,” Candy commented offhand, turning as she walked to check out a particularly bulked up fighter as he passed her by. She’d been spending more time at the Inferno Pit lately, and her ability to read auras gave her a little bit of an edge when it came to placing bets. Pausing next to a bookie, she smiled widely. “I’ll put fifty on the little guy… he looks scrappy. And who doesn’t love an underdog?”

“Do you know if there’s a butcher in here somewhere? I need to buy some… odds and ends.” Sage asked, glancing around the sprawling Dubois Marketplace, but there were so many people and stalls, it seemed she’d have to venture further to find what she needed. “They say this place has everything, right?”