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<div></div><div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">The Red Court has always been a popular hang-out spot in Fairhaven.  Some would come to drink, others would come to take advantage on the large pool on the roof... and others would come for what lies downstairs.  However, on this particular day, its guests and residents would have to suffer through an unexpected overcapacity!  The main hall was absolutely packed with a variety of mutants who all seemed to wear the same ragged style of clothing.  Leather vests, cut jeans... they looked like a biker gang.  Their manners were on par with a gang too, if not worse.  From outside, the occasional crash of glass followed by an uproar of laughter fills the air.  Some of the party seems to have spilled onto the street too, as a few of the members idle by the door with booze and smokes in hand.  It would be impossible to get inside without brushing shoulders with them, probably deterring the more non-confrontational folk.  If someone wasn&#39;t able to get this under control, who knows what sort of damage could happen to this place that so many loved to visit?</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">First to show up on the scene was Zen, a dark-furred wolf in casual attire.  Followed by his mate, they stop at the edge of the block and look upon the entrance to the bar. &quot;Huh, looks like this place is busier than normal today.  Well, no matter... lets see if there still some space to slip in.&quot; He growls lightly while making his approach.  Another crash of glass from inside causes his ears to flit to side as his expectations of a good time are put into question.  At the front, 4 mutants could be seen chatting with each other, smoking, and taking swigs from bottles of alcohol.  They all looked to have more canine features than anything else.  Perhaps they were they were acting like bouncers?  Their muscle and bulk certainly aided that idea.</div> <div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">It had been some time since Sheela was in town, but when it came to enjoying a drink and relaxing with some good music, she was always there! A little unsure of the surroundings, she strolls behind Zen and clasps her arm around his. Tonight&#39;s destination was supposed to be the Red Court, enjoying a relaxing evening, but as yet she knew nothing of what to expect there. She was dressed relatively plainly, considering what colorful and quirky birds were running around in the city. She wore only a black sports bra that clasped tightly around her breasts and was covered by a black leather jacket that had a crimson plaid pattern on the sleeves and at the end. Her strong legs were covered with brown shorts that stopped just above her knees, belted for style and support, and hugged her ass tightly. As she gets closer and closer to the Red Court with her lover she could already hear from the far noise that usually did not come from the hustle and bustle of other everyday life. She winced as the shards scattered on the floor, the loud voices seeming more threatening than fun. &quot;You think? It looks to me like all hell is breaking loose there?!  Should we really go to the Red Court today?&quot;, she growled questioningly to Zen, before skeptically looking at the four larger mutants who seemed to have also suffered the loss of manners. &quot;Maybe we should ask if there&#39;s even room?&quot;, she growled uncertainly to Zen, before pricking up her wolf ears a bit more warily.</div> <div title="Parthenia" style="margin-top:2em">Parthenia is obviously where the party is. That is her name after all. Or a nickname rather? Parthy! Close enough right? And this gang couldn&#39;t have had a good time without the maid being around to spice up the mood. If anything they may not have even realized yet that she was there. Just a source of music somewhere off to the side. Yes indeed she was the local DJ. Letting her fingers sun over the key of the piano, filling the court with slightly depressing at time music.</div> <div title="Nyazuli" style="margin-top:2em">After some time of this ruckus, Nyazuli approached the scene from the street. She was neither a regulat nor someone accustomed to the place, but was slightly puzzled by the amount of mutants overflowing from the place. Figuring out there might be fun to be had, she decided to approach the entrance and push her way inside, ducking bellow the door frame and swimming through the crowd to reach the main counter.</div> <div title="Richard" style="margin-top:2em">Over by the staircase inside the Red Court, there&#39;s what looks to be a human guy with green eyes, short brown hair, pale skin, and an outfit that falls somewhere between Renaissance Faire and goth metalhead concert. Black leather for days. The dark smoke pouring from a scar around his neck and the celtic motif of the leatherwork seems to hint that this isn&#39;t necessarily a fashion statement. For now, he&#39;s content to watch over the party. Looks like there are some new arrivals. The most obvious of whom are a ten foot tall dragon lady and a couple of wolves he thinks he recognizes.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">From inside, Parthenia&#39;s presence would be allowed, if only because of the music she was offering.  Although, even the sounds of the piano become drowned out over the droning sound of voices trying to speak over each other.  A few of &#39;guests&#39; find themselves surrounding her, both watching her work and watching her body with greedy eyes.  Finally, one of them takes the initiative, slouching over her back and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.  &quot;You here every night, Sweet-tits?  When do ya, normally take break?  If ya want... me and my friends here can give ya a good time!&quot; He rumbles with booze-scented breath.  His paws slink a little lower over he chest, seeming to have no regard for her personal space. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> From outside, Zen watches as Nyazuli makes her way inside.  Seems the &#39;bouncers&#39; didn&#39;t want anything to do with her.  Perhaps it was her size that made them a bit apprehensive about trying to stop her?  One of the other rowdy guests from inside briefly appears in the doorway before snarling, &quot;Hey, what do you lot think you&#39;re doing?  There is a reason you are out there, we don&#39;t have room for anyone else, so do your damn job!&quot;  And with that, he retreats back inside to join the rest of the party.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Nyazuli doesn&#39;t really make too many friends as she maneuvers her way towards the counter.  Jade, the bartender, hardly as any room to maneuver much less take anyone&#39;s order in the state she was in.  She also didn&#39;t really have any power to change her situation either, forced to make way as the gang of mutants raided the stores of booze.  One of guests reaches up to grab onto Nyaluzi&#39;s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze and demanding some attention.  &quot;Hey, does this bar look like it is mean for the extra large variety?  How about you take a seat on the couch, I&#39;ll personally make sure you get your drink, in time.&quot;</div>
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<div></div><div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">The Red Court has always been a popular hang-out spot in Fairhaven.  Some would come to drink, others would come to take advantage on the large pool on the roof... and others would come for what lies downstairs.  However, on this particular day, its guests and residents would have to suffer through an unexpected overcapacity!  The main hall was absolutely packed with a variety of mutants who all seemed to wear the same ragged style of clothing.  Leather vests, cut jeans... they looked like a biker gang.  Their manners were on par with a gang too, if not worse.  From outside, the occasional crash of glass followed by an uproar of laughter fills the air.  Some of the party seems to have spilled onto the street too, as a few of the members idle by the door with booze and smokes in hand.  It would be impossible to get inside without brushing shoulders with them, probably deterring the more non-confrontational folk.  If someone wasn&#39;t able to get this under control, who knows what sort of damage could happen to this place that so many loved to visit?</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">First to show up on the scene was Zen, a dark-furred wolf in casual attire.  Followed by his mate, they stop at the edge of the block and look upon the entrance to the bar. &quot;Huh, looks like this place is busier than normal today.  Well, no matter... lets see if there still some space to slip in.&quot; He growls lightly while making his approach.  Another crash of glass from inside causes his ears to flit to side as his expectations of a good time are put into question.  At the front, 4 mutants could be seen chatting with each other, smoking, and taking swigs from bottles of alcohol.  They all looked to have more canine features than anything else.  Perhaps they were they were acting like bouncers?  Their muscle and bulk certainly aided that idea.</div> <div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">It had been some time since Sheela was in town, but when it came to enjoying a drink and relaxing with some good music, she was always there! A little unsure of the surroundings, she strolls behind Zen and clasps her arm around his. Tonight&#39;s destination was supposed to be the Red Court, enjoying a relaxing evening, but as yet she knew nothing of what to expect there. She was dressed relatively plainly, considering what colorful and quirky birds were running around in the city. She wore only a black sports bra that clasped tightly around her breasts and was covered by a black leather jacket that had a crimson plaid pattern on the sleeves and at the end. Her strong legs were covered with brown shorts that stopped just above her knees, belted for style and support, and hugged her ass tightly. As she gets closer and closer to the Red Court with her lover she could already hear from the far noise that usually did not come from the hustle and bustle of other everyday life. She winced as the shards scattered on the floor, the loud voices seeming more threatening than fun. &quot;You think? It looks to me like all hell is breaking loose there?!  Should we really go to the Red Court today?&quot;, she growled questioningly to Zen, before skeptically looking at the four larger mutants who seemed to have also suffered the loss of manners. &quot;Maybe we should ask if there&#39;s even room?&quot;, she growled uncertainly to Zen, before pricking up her wolf ears a bit more warily.</div> <div title="Parthenia" style="margin-top:2em">Parthenia is obviously where the party is. That is her name after all. Or a nickname rather? Parthy! Close enough right? And this gang couldn&#39;t have had a good time without the maid being around to spice up the mood. If anything they may not have even realized yet that she was there. Just a source of music somewhere off to the side. Yes indeed she was the local DJ. Letting her fingers sun over the key of the piano, filling the court with slightly depressing at time music.</div> <div title="Nyazuli" style="margin-top:2em">After some time of this ruckus, Nyazuli approached the scene from the street. She was neither a regulat nor someone accustomed to the place, but was slightly puzzled by the amount of mutants overflowing from the place. Figuring out there might be fun to be had, she decided to approach the entrance and push her way inside, ducking bellow the door frame and swimming through the crowd to reach the main counter.</div> <div title="Richard" style="margin-top:2em">Over by the staircase inside the Red Court, there&#39;s what looks to be a human guy with green eyes, short brown hair, pale skin, and an outfit that falls somewhere between Renaissance Faire and goth metalhead concert. Black leather for days. The dark smoke pouring from a scar around his neck and the celtic motif of the leatherwork seems to hint that this isn&#39;t necessarily a fashion statement. For now, he&#39;s content to watch over the party. Looks like there are some new arrivals. The most obvious of whom are a ten foot tall dragon lady and a couple of wolves he thinks he recognizes.</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em">From inside, Parthenia&#39;s presence would be allowed, if only because of the music she was offering.  Although, even the sounds of the piano become drowned out over the droning sound of voices trying to speak over each other.  A few of &#39;guests&#39; find themselves surrounding her, both watching her work and watching her body with greedy eyes.  Finally, one of them takes the initiative, slouching over her back and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.  &quot;You here every night, Sweet-tits?  When do ya, normally take break?  If ya want... me and my friends here can give ya a good time!&quot; He rumbles with booze-scented breath.  His paws slink a little lower over he chest, seeming to have no regard for her personal space. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> From outside, Zen watches as Nyazuli makes her way inside.  Seems the &#39;bouncers&#39; didn&#39;t want anything to do with her.  Perhaps it was her size that made them a bit apprehensive about trying to stop her?  One of the other rowdy guests from inside briefly appears in the doorway before snarling, &quot;Hey, what do you lot think you&#39;re doing?  There is a reason you are out there, we don&#39;t have room for anyone else, so do your damn job!&quot;  And with that, he retreats back inside to join the rest of the party.<p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Nyazuli doesn&#39;t really make too many friends as she maneuvers her way towards the counter.  Jade, the bartender, hardly as any room to maneuver much less take anyone&#39;s order in the state she was in.  She also didn&#39;t really have any power to change her situation either, forced to make way as the gang of mutants raided the stores of booze.  One of guests reaches up to grab onto Nyaluzi&#39;s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze and demanding some attention.  &quot;Hey, does this bar look like it is mean for the extra large variety?  How about you take a seat on the couch, I&#39;ll personally make sure you get your drink, in time.&quot;</div><div title="Sheela" style="margin-top:2em">Sheela quickly noticed that the crowd was splitting as a somewhat &#39;powerfully&#39; built form pushed through the crowd. It was hard to miss what appeared to be a rather large dragon trying to push its way through the crowd, and perhaps this was also an opportunity to gain entry into the Red Court, sneaking past the supposed bouncers! She had to chuckle slightly as she saw the dragon duck, trying to wriggle his way under the door. &quot;Zen, this is our chance if we want to get a seat!&quot;, she growled excitedly, pulling on Zen&#39;s arm to lead him into the commotion caused by the large dragon with folded wings. What would be waiting in there? Would the bouncers be unobservant enough? She didn&#39;t know how big the window of opportunity was or if it would be easy, especially as another mutant stepped up to the line. &quot;Come on Zen, maybe we can still make it!&quot;, she growls a little more energetically before trying to make the most of the opportunity.</div> <div title="Parthenia" style="margin-top:2em">Parthenia continues to fill the place with the melody, though she misses a few notes. Concentration is broken. The music is ruined and despite her trying to continue the moment is ruined and on the most glorifying moment too! She hangs her shoulder and her head sighing before turning to look up at the prick who has dared to interfere with her wallowing in sorrow! She opens her mouth to let him have a piece of her mind but instead of word comes a belch filled with the stench of so much booze that it overwhelms even the scent coming from charming prick who rounded the music. The woman blinks seemingly confused by the sound coming from her. She blinks covering her mouth with her hand for a moment and swallowing. Did.... Did she throw up a little in her mouth too?! &quot;Fuck off, ye&#39;r fuUucking fucCk!&quot; She bellows out at last. &quot;YoOou, don&#39;t tell me when I take a break! Now... N-now!&quot; She belches again, leans down, picks one of many empty bottles she has set on the floor and hands it to the jerk who has his paws on her. &quot;Brinmeanother! I need to drown my sorrow!&quot;</div> <div title="Nyazuli" style="margin-top:2em">Nyazuli started to feel that her presence wasn&#39;t all that welcome here, Feeling someone else grab her shoulder, she turned toward the guest. After listening to him she answered, &quot;That is very kind of you, although I am not familiar with the carte yet. I would rather learn it from the bartender myself first. And don&#39;t worry about me, I use regular sized glasses too my friend. Plus, the music here is divine... or was, whatever happened to it&quot; she paternally tapped the shoulder of the guest an turned her back to him without paying him much more attention, trying to meet the gaze of the overworked bartender</div> <div title="Richard" style="margin-top:2em">The human man positive he recognizes the two timberwolves now! He hustles from the stairs to the front door, taking advantage of the wake left by double-size derg while there&#39;s still a gap in the crowd. He doesn&#39;t have a hat on, but all the same he&#39;s got one hand pushing down on the top of his scalp. It takes some shoulder-bumping and a little bit of the ol&#39; duck-n-weave to get there, but eventually he manages to tap one of the bouncers on the shoulder. &quot;Hey, let those two timberwolves in. I&#39;ll vouch for &#39;em,&quot; he says, presenting his ID on his comms. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>It&#39;s a holographic scan of a stamped document, looking to be a guest registration for The Red Court if anyone takes the time to read it. The room in particular that he&#39;s registered to is simply marked &quot;Bleu&#39;s apartment.&quot; The name on the document? Richard Stanley. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>&quot;Zen! Sheela! What brings you into the city?&quot; he asks with a grin... and as soon as the bouncer is done inspecting his comms, he sends a quick message to Jade telling her to cut off the piano-lady. God only knows if Jade has the time to read the message, if she even notices it in the rush...</div> <div title="Zen" style="margin-top:2em"> Despite letting the large dragoness through, the bouncers don&#39;t make the same mistake of letting even more into the party.  As Zen and Sheela try to sneak in behind her, one of the bouncers reaches out and grasps Sheela&#39;s wrist with a firm grip.  Even if she tried to pull free, the canine&#39;s grip seemed especially firm!  &quot;Hey missy, we are a bit over capacity at the moment!  Ah, but how &#39;bout you stay out here with us!  We&#39;d appreciate your company!  Lookie, we even got our own drinks!  We don&#39;t mind sharing, right boys?&quot; He growls with a toothy grin.  Even as richard cuts his way through the crowds to try and vouch for them, the bouncers look at each other in confusion.  One of the others whispers to another, &quot;Wait... is he one of us?&quot;  The other simply answers, &quot;Do you know any of us who have residency here?  Of course not!&quot;  The slight distraction from Richard, even if it was unattended, was follow by a meaty thud as Zen flat-out decks the one holding his mate&#39;s wrist.  A deep growl follows as he says, &quot;You have some nerve!  Lay a hand on her again and you&#39;ll wish a fist to the face is all you&#39;ll get, am I clear?&quot;  His gaze quickly shifts to the other three bouncers, who still looked a bit shocked at what happened.  The sounds near the entrance briefly simmer down as a few other guests notice the commotion.  But it doesn&#39;t stay that way for long, and soon the inner crowd is cheering for a fight! <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Parthenia still had her hands full with the dog that was hitting on her.  It was a wonder she was able to play so well with how plastered she seemed!  However, now that he knew how drunk she was, a surge of confidence compelled him to try a bit harder to take her for himself.  &quot;Yeah yeah, I&#39;ll give you all you can drink.  But, I think your playing is wasted on these bums.  C&#39;mon, get off that piano and lets take a walk to the back room!  Mmmh, and I&#39;ll be sure to get you a fresh bottle!&quot; He growls, starting to gently try and pull her from the seat. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> The man that Nyazuli had promptly ignored doesn&#39;t take the dismissal all too well.  In the next moment, he is trying to pull the large dragon off of her seat.  However, his efforts hardly seem to have any effect.  Yeah, who would have thought he&#39;d be able to move her?  Perhaps he was suffering from a case of &#39;beer-muscles&#39;?  Doesn&#39;t stop him from trying, causing some of his comrades to laugh at his futile efforts.  Jade tries to make her way to meet with Nyazuli, but is promptly cut off as another canine-woman cuts in front of her and positions herself in front of the dragon. &quot;Oh, you&#39;re a big one?  What can I get for you sugar?  Everythings on the menu!&quot; She says, occasionally glancing at the hand on her shoulder.</div>

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The Red Court has always been a popular hang-out spot in Fairhaven. Some would come to drink, others would come to take advantage on the large pool on the roof... and others would come for what lies downstairs. However, on this particular day, its guests and residents would have to suffer through an unexpected overcapacity! The main hall was absolutely packed with a variety of mutants who all seemed to wear the same ragged style of clothing. Leather vests, cut jeans... they looked like a biker gang. Their manners were on par with a gang too, if not worse. From outside, the occasional crash of glass followed by an uproar of laughter fills the air. Some of the party seems to have spilled onto the street too, as a few of the members idle by the door with booze and smokes in hand. It would be impossible to get inside without brushing shoulders with them, probably deterring the more non-confrontational folk. If someone wasn't able to get this under control, who knows what sort of damage could happen to this place that so many loved to visit?
First to show up on the scene was Zen, a dark-furred wolf in casual attire. Followed by his mate, they stop at the edge of the block and look upon the entrance to the bar. "Huh, looks like this place is busier than normal today. Well, no matter... lets see if there still some space to slip in." He growls lightly while making his approach. Another crash of glass from inside causes his ears to flit to side as his expectations of a good time are put into question. At the front, 4 mutants could be seen chatting with each other, smoking, and taking swigs from bottles of alcohol. They all looked to have more canine features than anything else. Perhaps they were they were acting like bouncers? Their muscle and bulk certainly aided that idea.
It had been some time since Sheela was in town, but when it came to enjoying a drink and relaxing with some good music, she was always there! A little unsure of the surroundings, she strolls behind Zen and clasps her arm around his. Tonight's destination was supposed to be the Red Court, enjoying a relaxing evening, but as yet she knew nothing of what to expect there. She was dressed relatively plainly, considering what colorful and quirky birds were running around in the city. She wore only a black sports bra that clasped tightly around her breasts and was covered by a black leather jacket that had a crimson plaid pattern on the sleeves and at the end. Her strong legs were covered with brown shorts that stopped just above her knees, belted for style and support, and hugged her ass tightly. As she gets closer and closer to the Red Court with her lover she could already hear from the far noise that usually did not come from the hustle and bustle of other everyday life. She winced as the shards scattered on the floor, the loud voices seeming more threatening than fun. "You think? It looks to me like all hell is breaking loose there?! Should we really go to the Red Court today?", she growled questioningly to Zen, before skeptically looking at the four larger mutants who seemed to have also suffered the loss of manners. "Maybe we should ask if there's even room?", she growled uncertainly to Zen, before pricking up her wolf ears a bit more warily.
Parthenia is obviously where the party is. That is her name after all. Or a nickname rather? Parthy! Close enough right? And this gang couldn't have had a good time without the maid being around to spice up the mood. If anything they may not have even realized yet that she was there. Just a source of music somewhere off to the side. Yes indeed she was the local DJ. Letting her fingers sun over the key of the piano, filling the court with slightly depressing at time music.
After some time of this ruckus, Nyazuli approached the scene from the street. She was neither a regulat nor someone accustomed to the place, but was slightly puzzled by the amount of mutants overflowing from the place. Figuring out there might be fun to be had, she decided to approach the entrance and push her way inside, ducking bellow the door frame and swimming through the crowd to reach the main counter.
Over by the staircase inside the Red Court, there's what looks to be a human guy with green eyes, short brown hair, pale skin, and an outfit that falls somewhere between Renaissance Faire and goth metalhead concert. Black leather for days. The dark smoke pouring from a scar around his neck and the celtic motif of the leatherwork seems to hint that this isn't necessarily a fashion statement. For now, he's content to watch over the party. Looks like there are some new arrivals. The most obvious of whom are a ten foot tall dragon lady and a couple of wolves he thinks he recognizes.
From inside, Parthenia's presence would be allowed, if only because of the music she was offering. Although, even the sounds of the piano become drowned out over the droning sound of voices trying to speak over each other. A few of 'guests' find themselves surrounding her, both watching her work and watching her body with greedy eyes. Finally, one of them takes the initiative, slouching over her back and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "You here every night, Sweet-tits? When do ya, normally take break? If ya want... me and my friends here can give ya a good time!" He rumbles with booze-scented breath. His paws slink a little lower over he chest, seeming to have no regard for her personal space.

From outside, Zen watches as Nyazuli makes her way inside. Seems the 'bouncers' didn't want anything to do with her. Perhaps it was her size that made them a bit apprehensive about trying to stop her? One of the other rowdy guests from inside briefly appears in the doorway before snarling, "Hey, what do you lot think you're doing? There is a reason you are out there, we don't have room for anyone else, so do your damn job!" And with that, he retreats back inside to join the rest of the party.

Nyazuli doesn't really make too many friends as she maneuvers her way towards the counter. Jade, the bartender, hardly as any room to maneuver much less take anyone's order in the state she was in. She also didn't really have any power to change her situation either, forced to make way as the gang of mutants raided the stores of booze. One of guests reaches up to grab onto Nyaluzi's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze and demanding some attention. "Hey, does this bar look like it is mean for the extra large variety? How about you take a seat on the couch, I'll personally make sure you get your drink, in time."
Sheela quickly noticed that the crowd was splitting as a somewhat 'powerfully' built form pushed through the crowd. It was hard to miss what appeared to be a rather large dragon trying to push its way through the crowd, and perhaps this was also an opportunity to gain entry into the Red Court, sneaking past the supposed bouncers! She had to chuckle slightly as she saw the dragon duck, trying to wriggle his way under the door. "Zen, this is our chance if we want to get a seat!", she growled excitedly, pulling on Zen's arm to lead him into the commotion caused by the large dragon with folded wings. What would be waiting in there? Would the bouncers be unobservant enough? She didn't know how big the window of opportunity was or if it would be easy, especially as another mutant stepped up to the line. "Come on Zen, maybe we can still make it!", she growls a little more energetically before trying to make the most of the opportunity.
Parthenia continues to fill the place with the melody, though she misses a few notes. Concentration is broken. The music is ruined and despite her trying to continue the moment is ruined and on the most glorifying moment too! She hangs her shoulder and her head sighing before turning to look up at the prick who has dared to interfere with her wallowing in sorrow! She opens her mouth to let him have a piece of her mind but instead of word comes a belch filled with the stench of so much booze that it overwhelms even the scent coming from charming prick who rounded the music. The woman blinks seemingly confused by the sound coming from her. She blinks covering her mouth with her hand for a moment and swallowing. Did.... Did she throw up a little in her mouth too?! "Fuck off, ye'r fuUucking fucCk!" She bellows out at last. "YoOou, don't tell me when I take a break! Now... N-now!" She belches again, leans down, picks one of many empty bottles she has set on the floor and hands it to the jerk who has his paws on her. "Brinmeanother! I need to drown my sorrow!"
Nyazuli started to feel that her presence wasn't all that welcome here, Feeling someone else grab her shoulder, she turned toward the guest. After listening to him she answered, "That is very kind of you, although I am not familiar with the carte yet. I would rather learn it from the bartender myself first. And don't worry about me, I use regular sized glasses too my friend. Plus, the music here is divine... or was, whatever happened to it" she paternally tapped the shoulder of the guest an turned her back to him without paying him much more attention, trying to meet the gaze of the overworked bartender
The human man positive he recognizes the two timberwolves now! He hustles from the stairs to the front door, taking advantage of the wake left by double-size derg while there's still a gap in the crowd. He doesn't have a hat on, but all the same he's got one hand pushing down on the top of his scalp. It takes some shoulder-bumping and a little bit of the ol' duck-n-weave to get there, but eventually he manages to tap one of the bouncers on the shoulder. "Hey, let those two timberwolves in. I'll vouch for 'em," he says, presenting his ID on his comms.

It's a holographic scan of a stamped document, looking to be a guest registration for The Red Court if anyone takes the time to read it. The room in particular that he's registered to is simply marked "Bleu's apartment." The name on the document? Richard Stanley.

"Zen! Sheela! What brings you into the city?" he asks with a grin... and as soon as the bouncer is done inspecting his comms, he sends a quick message to Jade telling her to cut off the piano-lady. God only knows if Jade has the time to read the message, if she even notices it in the rush...
Despite letting the large dragoness through, the bouncers don't make the same mistake of letting even more into the party. As Zen and Sheela try to sneak in behind her, one of the bouncers reaches out and grasps Sheela's wrist with a firm grip. Even if she tried to pull free, the canine's grip seemed especially firm! "Hey missy, we are a bit over capacity at the moment! Ah, but how 'bout you stay out here with us! We'd appreciate your company! Lookie, we even got our own drinks! We don't mind sharing, right boys?" He growls with a toothy grin. Even as richard cuts his way through the crowds to try and vouch for them, the bouncers look at each other in confusion. One of the others whispers to another, "Wait... is he one of us?" The other simply answers, "Do you know any of us who have residency here? Of course not!" The slight distraction from Richard, even if it was unattended, was follow by a meaty thud as Zen flat-out decks the one holding his mate's wrist. A deep growl follows as he says, "You have some nerve! Lay a hand on her again and you'll wish a fist to the face is all you'll get, am I clear?" His gaze quickly shifts to the other three bouncers, who still looked a bit shocked at what happened. The sounds near the entrance briefly simmer down as a few other guests notice the commotion. But it doesn't stay that way for long, and soon the inner crowd is cheering for a fight!

Parthenia still had her hands full with the dog that was hitting on her. It was a wonder she was able to play so well with how plastered she seemed! However, now that he knew how drunk she was, a surge of confidence compelled him to try a bit harder to take her for himself. "Yeah yeah, I'll give you all you can drink. But, I think your playing is wasted on these bums. C'mon, get off that piano and lets take a walk to the back room! Mmmh, and I'll be sure to get you a fresh bottle!" He growls, starting to gently try and pull her from the seat.

The man that Nyazuli had promptly ignored doesn't take the dismissal all too well. In the next moment, he is trying to pull the large dragon off of her seat. However, his efforts hardly seem to have any effect. Yeah, who would have thought he'd be able to move her? Perhaps he was suffering from a case of 'beer-muscles'? Doesn't stop him from trying, causing some of his comrades to laugh at his futile efforts. Jade tries to make her way to meet with Nyazuli, but is promptly cut off as another canine-woman cuts in front of her and positions herself in front of the dragon. "Oh, you're a big one? What can I get for you sugar? Everythings on the menu!" She says, occasionally glancing at the hand on her shoulder.