The ride to the club was quick and painless, as was their entrance--though grand indeed the latter was, however small their party. The throng of people inside CASKET thrilled Idris on a base level, the air alive with the hum of conversation and live music, drinks never far from anyone's hand. It was a place where anything could happen, and very well might before the night was finished. There was something unusual about being among such a crowd with his companions, the touch of an almost memory prodding at the corner of Idris' mind as they picked their way through the crowd to order their drinks. Yes, good times for all were to be had, and perhaps also a little surprise to be revealed once the festivities were fully underway...
He vanquished the strange thought as he leaned on the bar counter, flashing Vanessa a grin. There was no time to waste on false, vague memories that had probably found their way into his brain from one of the various late night tv shows he watched. This was no sitcom.
"'Poison's' a bit strong of a word, don't you think?" He looked to the bartender, who waited expectantly for their orders. "I'll take a Black Velvet." Idris shot a glance to his and Vanessa's immaculately garbed acquaintance, giving him a smile, too. "What do you want? Remember, it's on me."