Elisabeth Keeling (toomuchpink) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-02 12:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | pam, sleeping beauty |
Who: Liz & Detective Warda
What: Club night.
Where: Phantasia – First Floor
When: Saturday night
Warnings: TBD.
Watching Elizabeth survey the crowd packing Phantasia's first floor, one might have been tempted to believe that she was actually displaying a positive emotion. Although she looked out of place amid the trendy club-goers, conservatively dressed and neatly kept, she also looked oddly content.
And why shouldn't she be pleased with the night? There was a steady throng of people at the bar, spending money on her liquor. There was a healthy crowd, which meant the door was pulling in good money from cover. The restaurant upstairs was still doing good business, and would until the kitchen closed. It was a successful Saturday night.
But while Liz might have watched the evening unfolding with a businesswoman's appreciation, she wasn't nearly as content as she seemed. There was still a sort of sharpness to her eyes, something that most people missed. From her vantage point, leaning against the railing of one of the raised seating areas, she could sweep the entire first floor with a glance. There were problems to be watched for, fires that might need put out. Her security staff was usually on top of such things; 'Mike', especially, was very good at keeping his eyes open. (She was still pleased with that hire.) But just leaving such things to security was the lazy sort of attitude that she hated.
Besides. Leaving it to the bouncers could be so incredibly boring.
She wasn't left waiting for very long. In a room soaked with hormones and alcohol, things often became heated. Quite soon and rather close at hand, a pair of young men became engaged in a shoving match, snarling at one another – probably over the wide-eyed girl looking on at the scene. For a moment or two, Liz only watched. The humans could be so... volatile. And over the silliest things. Even when she moved from her place, there was no rush to her steps. There didn't need to be. As soon as she took the final step down, her influence spun out over the nearby humans, drawing them in. Their attention belonged to her, and she built herself up in their minds, making herself seem all the more imposing. The shoving stopped.
"Playground fights aren't welcome in my bar, gentlemen," she intimated, her voice raised only enough to be heard over the music. "Either play nice together, or be escorted out." Her eyes settled on the girl, and her focus narrowed in. She was weaker-willed than her companions, and Liz's presence had a sharper effect on her. "And you. Stop. Causing. Trouble."