Stargazer rotates the elevator tabletop, raising the elevator back into the club. She's dripping wet from a shower, and dressed in a red cheongsam with gold and black trim, and a golden long dragon on it's right side. Underneath is some olive drab cargo pant joggers. And, her footwear's red, Vans lowtoppies.
The lights are off, and the curtains are open of the windows for lighting as a beautiful brunette in a dark, buttonup shirt with dress slacks, dress shoes, and a waist apron full of pockets is cleaning the place in dim lighting.
"Is this just an everyday nightclub?" Stargazer wonders out loud.
Azazel comes down a flight of stairs, "It's a club for mutants. And, devils. There's vomit in the upstairs ladies' room."
"Joy," says the brunette in soprano.
"That's why I pay you, and pay you well."
"Sorry for complaining, Boss." She heads upstairs with a bucket, and mop.
"Oh, and the men's room has a clog."
He sees that Stargazer's face is scrunched up in disgust. "Could you do better as a club owner? Where there's alcohol, there's messed up lives. Let that be a lesson to you, young lady. If you do choose to drink, when you're older, do it responsibly." He stamps the back of her hand with, "No Drink," and she looks at it. "We do allow late adolescents in. But, not without that stamp. When you grow up, mind the alcohol, or you may end up hurling in public restrooms; then, being with a baby on each hip, crying, as you cook banana porridge barefoot, wondering where your life went. Will it escape you, Miss LeBeau?"
"My name's..."
"No. They weren't your real parents, and that wasn't your legal identity. It took some coaxing, and coercing to get that intel. Yari nearly got a blackeye." He leans, leading with his head, back toward a mini him of around 2' 6".
"Yeah! I nearly got it for you, while you slept soundly," says the little person in tenor.
"Mes plus sincères excuses. Je n'en avais aucune idée. Est-ce que tu vas bien?" ((My sincere apologies. I had no idea. Are you fine?))
"Ben ouais. Mais, c'était proche !" ((Well yeah. But, it was close!))
"Merci pour votre risque." ((Thanks for your risk.))
The little devil lowers his head in thought for a moment, as Azazel goes behind the bar, checking that nothing's missing. He looks to Azazel. Then, Yari unexpectedly teleports. "Bamf!" To on to her back, and pulls her head toward him, opening her mouth, and sniffs her breath. "She doesn't smell like she did it."
"Does she smell of toothpaste? Mouthwash?"
"No. But, she could do with it."
He tilts his head to the right, giving her a serious look, disapproving.
"I... Forgot." She heads back to the elevator booth.
Azazel spreads his arms apart, pressing his hands onto the bar as he watches her lower into the apartment. He then looks to Yari, "Check the others for the missing bottle."
Yari teleports away.
Post Time: 12:19 PM - 10/8/2021
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