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."