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Jenny's Flat(#2526RJ)
It's functional. It's pretty much a dump. It's just been @dug.

Jenny(#2927Pcq)
Tall, solid, stocky, a definite presence. Feminine curves fit into a masculine 
40's-style suit, with blue pinstripe vest, suit and trousers. A narrow black 
tie points like an arrow up to her angular jaw, upturned chin and crystal blue 
eyes. A battered fedora perches on her head, containing shoulder-length light 
brown hair.

The music is loud. At this time of night, criminally loud. The latest swing-pop
sensation blares out of the stereo, heavy on the horns and the attitude. Jenny 
sways gently to the beat as she washes dishes.

Alexis knocks on the door. Maybe more than once.

Jenny finally turns from her work, snatching up the remote and stabbing at the 
mute button. "All right, all right, I'm coming!"

"Don't rush," Alexis says to the door. "It's just me."

The annoyance fades from her voice. "Who?" she asks as she pulls the door 
open, enough to draw the chain taut. Pale blue eyes peer out into the hallway.

Alexis greets the question with an easy, friendly looking smile. "Hi Jenny," 
Alexis says, lifting her hand to give a tiny girlish wave. "Boo," she 
continues, offering a tiny laugh.

Alexis
A tall, statuesque vision at five foot ten, she is athletically trim, 
enhancing her gracefully sweeping feminine figure. Flowing golden blonde hair 
falls in waves around her sculpted face; her aristocratic cheekbones are well 
defined, framing her intense icy blue eyes, adding to the refined sweep of her 
neck. She speaks in a rich contralto voice, flavored with a sultry southern 
drawl.
It's an ankle-length shape hugging gray woolen skirt, a slight leg slit in the 
back. A wide black kid-leather belt has been clasped around her slim waist. 
Her top is a combination of a chiffon yellow cotton shirt with a clingy 
delicate ivory lace shell over top. She's wearing black leather ankle boots 
with eyelet lace ups. Her hair has been pulled back, off her ears. A gold 
bangle bracelet is the only jewelry she wears.

Jenny slams the door quickly, and the chain rattles. It opens again, wider, 
welcoming. "Uh. Hey. I saw you at..." She hides partially behind the door.

"At Sally's," Alexis finishes for her. "I thought you and I should get to know 
one another better. Mind if I come in?" The question is a formality, as she 
strides inside the apartment. "I hope this isn't a bad time."

Jenny glances around the single room ruefully. "No worse than any other," she 
admits, closing the door and re-drawing the chain. "Can I... get you something?"
The warped couch and the over-stuffed armchair present themselves as the 
official seats in the room, although the wooden chairs at the kitchen table 
could be converted in a pinch.

Alexis shakes her head casually. "No, no, that's kind, but unnecessary, Jenny."
She choses the couch, sitting on the bowed end of it, and crossing her legs at 
the knee, allowing the slit to dangle open enticingly. "All of the other kin 
seemed so... old. Too stuffy. I thought you and I might be better suited ... 
socially."

Jenny drifts into main area of the room, still looking a bit uncertain. "I 
think I've seen you at the club," she says, wandering past the corner where, 
in any other apartment, at television would sit. Here, it holds a stack of 
audio equipment, including the aforementioned stereo, amps, MIDI equipment, 
a synthesiser and a guitar whose neck she strokes casually as she passes it 
by as if gaining courage from its presence.

"Club?" Alexis asks, sounding equinamous. "Oh. The dance club? It's possible. 
I've been there," she mentions, smiling. "Actually, that's great that we share 
an interest in dancing."

Long distance to Rorschach: Jenny checks the data banks and assumes that 
'equinamous' means 'she sounds like a horse'.

Rorschach pages: It means, 'Whatever. I could care...'

Finishing her long circle of the room, she ends at the far arm of the couch 
and sits. Or more, she slumps until her bum hits the cushions, her gaze 
lifting to Alexis' lower limbs. "Yeah. Um. I like dancing." It's nearly half 
a second before she winces at herself.

Long distance to Rorschach: Jenny liked her definition better. (:

From afar, Alexis snickers.

Alexis's icy blue eyes focus on Jenny, eyeing her and her clothes. "I also 
thought we might go shopping together sometime. Find a couple boy toys for 
fun and profit. Or... whatever." A sly smile creeps over her model perfect 
face.

Jenny blushes slightly, dipping her head in acknowledgement and restraining a 
smile. "Or whatever. I like the sound of that. Um. If you're not afraid my 
smooth conversation style will make you look bad."

Alexis smiles warmly. "You don't have to be perfect to be my friend, Jenny. 
Besides perfect people are so boring. I get all the self important fuckwits 
I can handle with the Silver Fangs, thank you very much." One of Alexis' hands 
traces the lines of her skirt, ostensibly smoothing them. "So tell me a little 
about yourself." Her eyes go to the pile of equipment. "Musician, obviously. 
What do you play?"

Jenny lifts her head, relief playing at the edges of her expression. "Oh, 
that. Mostly guitar, but they made me study a lot of different things. 
Keyboards--any more, that's probably the most important skill, with computers 
and all. Studied classically, and been in more half-assed one-night-stand bar 
bands than I've got fingers." At last, she's found something she can talk about.

Alexis grins infectiously. "Good hunting ground, bars," she notes offhandedly, 
still grinning. "I play piano, and sing some," she says. "Stupid beauty pagent 
things -- embarrassing lounge songs, mostly." The vampire allows a brief rosy 
color to flush her smooth ivory complexion. "But I'm impressed. Have any gigs 
coming up?"

Jenny purses her lips and shakes her head. "I tried to go solo when I got back 
to town. That went over like chain smoking at Earth Day. The last band I was 
in rotted away so badly I thought it was in a Corman flick. I'm trying to drag 
a couple of the folks from that into a new project that I hope lives longer."

Alexis gives a soft laugh at Jenny's self-deprication. "Aren't artists 
supposed to suffer for thier work?" she asks, inflecting it as a joke.

Jenny smirks. "Careful. Some artist might overhear you and think you were 
including me in their ranks." She slips her hat off and sets it in her lap.

Alexis just simply smiles. "So are you doing anything interesting tonight? I 
mean, besides your dishes."

Jenny glances quickly toward the sink, but shakes her head. "Nah. Just trying 
not to go to bed, since tomorrow's my day off." All of her finally seems to 
relax. Except for her fingers, which twist and tug at the brim of her hat.

"It's just a suggestion, but I thought we might go out somewhere. Flirt a 
little. Make men buy us drinks and force them to go home lonely." Alexis' 
smile turns a touch predatory, but it's obviously just a game to her. "You 
have a favorite haunt?"

Jenny looks thoughtful. "Um. The Temple. But I think I know too many people 
there for this kind of thing. What about that lame goth club uptown?"

Alexis arches an eyebrow. "Which one is that?" she asks.

Jenny lifts a hand in a vague wave. "The DemiLich, I think. Or, if you've got 
someplace /you/ like, then that's hella cool with me. I mean, I'm flexible."

Xandra pages: Jenny vampire?
You paged Xandra with 'Doubtful. Maybe blood doll at the outside.'.
Xandra pages: What's that?
You paged Xandra with 'Like one of those juice boxes kids get in their lunches.
But for leeches.'.
Xandra pages: Oh.

From afar, Alexis snickers. You said hella. Hee hee.
You paged Alexis with 'Hey. She's young. And she doesn't watch South Park.'.
From afar, Alexis laughs.

Alexis's lips purse and then she nods. "How about the High Note? Upscale jazz 
club full of lonely yuppie guys. Loud goth clubs aren't the best place to do a 
little suggestive flirting," she opines, lifting her neatly kept eyebrows. 
"I'll drive," she offers, helpfully, producing a set of car keys from one hand.

Jenny nods. "Sounds cool. I'd love to see a nice--" She pauses a moment. "Is 
the music okay?" She shakes her head. "Fuck it. Let's go."

Alexis laughs, as she stands, smoothing her skirt down. "That's my girl," she 
says, encouragingly. "Let's break some hearts, woman."

Jenny smiles brightly and pounces up off the sofa, popping her hat on as she 
does. "Do I... need anything?"

Alexis smirks, and shakes her head. "Only a ruthless willingness to lead men 
on for your own amusement. It's quite a fun sport." The vampire swallows as 
she waits for the door to be unchained. "You should always be aware of how 
much power you have as a woman over a man," she murmurs to the other woman.

Jenny murmurs something to herself as she slips the chain, and pats her pocket.
The reassuing jingle she gets is apparently what she was looking for, and she 
slips out the door. "Then I'm ready. Got a two-liter full of ruthless 
willingness."

"Good," Alexis quips, stepping behind Jenny. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Alexis pages to the room: We can end here, if you want.
Long distance to Alexis: Jenny better. *hug* Thanks. Do we want to handwave or 
pause?
Alexis pages to the room: Handwave is better for me, personally.
You paged Alexis with 'Cool. Girl's night out, basically?'.
Alexis pages: Basically.
Long distance to Alexis: Jenny shunts it off to a log then.
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