Thread: A Night Out WHO: Natália, Cascada, Gil, and Cheyenne WHEN: Friday night [backdated] WHERE: The Speakeasy in Rockport
The Pearl Club was just a cover for where they were really going. It was called The Speakeasy and it was a dance club and probably the only dance club worth noting in all of Rockport. Anywhere else was a longer drive and not worth the money laid down to an Uber or Lyft. Natália and the others arrived outside, departing the car looking lavish. She, as the others, dressed for a night out, looking glamorous and the right amount of skin showing. She was there to dance and maybe find some company for the evening if those she invited for the excursion proved themselves a bore. So far, they were amusing enough. At first she wasn't all that interested in having Gil around, but at least that sex tape of his was useful enough for them to skip the line and get in.
Once indoor, the music was loud and plenty of people were dancing on the floor or getting drinks. Natália gave the room a sweeping glance and barely made it past the doors when she was invited by a delicious treat to the dance floor. She gave a waggly fingered goodbye to the others and began dancing to the song blasting out of the speakers. It wasn't long before the others were out there as well, moving their bodies to the music. True to her word, each of them got their drinks for free. It helped being young and pretty and a bit of flirting could go for miles.
They were now sitting at a booth, half-empty or completely empty cups before them. Taking a breather and watching the others club attendees with mild interest.
"Guy at the bar paid you some special attention, Cheyenne," Natália noted to the cerberus, "Should we tell him how old you are? I'd love to see the look on his face."