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"Sweet", Amber takes Becca by the hand and walks her outside of the bar. The moment they get outside she takes a look around, and barring any obvious eyes on her she says, "So where'd you meet that asshole?", she said walking back to the car. She texted the name Rose Clofield into the internet of her I phone to see if anything pops up about her and also so she'd remember the name for later.

"Him? You don't like him?" Becca seems surprised. "Met him right there. He''s a regular ick there."

The name quickly brought up two hits- one about her disappearance reported by her mother in the last month. The second was a news article detailing how she reunited with her mother with a successful job as an airline flight attendant; in training to become a pilot.

Amber notes the information on the internet and doesn't yet know what she's going to do with it. She puts up her phone and focuses her full attention on Rebecca. "Yeah, I don't like him. and I don't know what his deal is, but I think that he's about to become my pet project. Fucking asshole pops up talking about he wants to hunt with us, fuck him, who knows him... no-fucking-body. He's fucking lucky I'm not crazy 'cause if I was I'd put a bullet in him just to be sure", Amber rants while rubbing her nose as if itching for some powder. "How'd he approach you, who knows him?", Amber said getting spastic. "You drive", she adds jumping from subject to subject like her mind was moving a mile a minute.

"I didn't ask his life story." The other woman sighs. "You're such a downer tonight. He came up to me at the bar, mentioned a guy I used to run with. Said he was hunting with him. And I ain't your 411."

The girl strapped on her seatbelt, likely the only precaution she was taking this night. "Cherub ought to be good. They always have the best shit."

She puts the car in dive and the vehicle arcs off towards the club.

Amber takes out a hollowed out pen and dabs a little coke on her pinky finger, "Party is party hunting is hunting pick one. When he fucks your corpses and throws you in a dumpster you'll get it, silly dame", she says putting a little more powder on he hand and snorting it. She takes more coke, puts it on her finger, then under Becca's nose so she can get a snort. "Oh my god I've been watching the shit out of Big Love... Bill Paxton has like 3 wives and these silly bitches go along with it... you've got to watch that shit high", Amber explains changing subjects as if she's already forgotten what she said a few moments ago.

"Girl, I always forget when that shit is on. My DVR is crap!"

The other girl is just as fluid as Amber herself as she drives, a tad too erratically and a tad too fast. By some miracle, no cop picked them up and they arrived at Cherub much too soon.

"Chris? Maybe Chris was the other hunter." She remembers. "The guy with the awesome knife from an elephant tusk. You know that he was talking about a thing this week end. Sounded like it could be good."

The girls make their way past the bouncer easily, Cherub seemed to be made for them. Within, there is no Goth scene or terrible modern band. A rock and roll band is on the stage- rage lyrics are popular enough to the jumping crowd, many of which are men. Unusual for a club, isn't it? Becca points to the stage and shouts something that you can't hear. The noise in here is deafening. The light is sporadic at best, tied to the flashing red and blue lights directed at the band on the stage. Shadows are long and numerous, seemingly highlighted by the small lights by the bar, rest room and spotted sporadically on the floor itself.

A small staircase behind the stage leads to a VIP area with several booths...

Amber reminisces about Chris before they step in the club. "Yeah, we need to hook up with him... I'm jonesing sort of bad, someone needs to come through. I haven't ruled out that other asshole yet, just need to check him out a little. He shouldn't have ran off like he did, sort of a dick move", Amber said not even raising an eyebrow at Becca's shitty driving. She sticks her hand out of the window and imagines herself light as air, the high helps with that quite a bit.

Amber pulls out her phone, and texts Becca when they get into the club, "texty text dumbdumb", Amber types to her friend

Becca glances at the text and shrugs, slipping the phone back in its clip. "So should we try and find Chris? Haven't seen him, maybe we should have him meet us here."

[Hope I can post in here without interupting anythign ]

Gale had been i town for maybe a week now and it hadn't take hm long to get a job bouncer at a dive which put money in his pocket and food in is mouth, but tonight e was itching from the whole in a wall in called his work. Taking a bus the walking the rest of the way he found himself here, weither or not it was better didn't matter as long as it was something new. He had acutally entered the first bar that struck his fancy. Looking like he belong as one of the bouncers he was wearing a tight black t - shirt under a leather jacket, boots and an over dose of self confeidence that made most people step back fromt he stocky five foot eight man weighing nearl two hundered pounds of defiend muscle.

Through tired jacked up on whatever he scored earlier looked around as he rolled his shoulder back and forth growing anty sitting still, it had been a week since he had been here and he was egar to get back in the swing of things he was used to back home, cracking skulls, and right now it didn't matter it the gray matter that leaked out belong to a demon or a guy that looked at him funny.

Cherub was established five years ago. The new owners bought out Exctasy club and remodeled the entire club. The bouncers seem to be under a new set of orders- for while most clubs have a higher percentage of women and Gothic or new music scenes, Cherub seems to have a 50/50 percentage of men and women. They also feature local rock and roll bands....
The lay out is one common dance floor before the stage. There is a dimly lit bar off to one side of the main room. A short stair case leads up to a small sports bar with TVs blaring sports games. There is a quiet VIP section with a bank of buttons for summoning waitresses. Patrons quickly discover the staff is quick to escort regular joes away from the VIP booths..

Chris notices that the place appears to be doing good business tonight. He observes the bar where it seems that the bartenders simply serve what they feel like, the patrons are not given a chance to make verbal requests of the help.

Chris decides to plug the place for information. He'll order a few drinks for the nearby patrons and while the bar tender is making the drinks, he'll ask a few questions.

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"So it looks like the place is doing well huh? You know who manages the place?

"Is he the owner too?"

A pewter glass of what smells like a dark beer is set before you. The bartender walks off while you are mid sentence. He only returns to place another beer for a newcomer.

The bartender moves away briskly, not paying you any attention.

Amber looks around the bar, and notices Chris sitting down in a chair with a trenchcoat. She laughs even though she is inaudible over the noise. She texts to Becca rapidly, 'why is he dressed like a someone coming out of a porno movie'... she laughs again.

Amber takes a picture of the stranger with her camera phone, not caring that the flash went off giving it away to anyone that she did it. This was going on her facebook page as fashion don'ts.

((O'tay, I don't mind new people, but what's my relation to them))

Becca continues to dance on the dance floor, pausing only a minute to check her phone. She shrugs, far more concerned with the beat than in the fellow patron's clothing.

[The others have chosen to enter the club. Interact away!]

[No, Chris was mentioned back at the club as another AA. This Chris is a PC whose not in AA]

(Ok, I suppose I'll edit my last post then))

Innerlight : Amber smiles at Chris, in his pervert trench coat, if Becca wasn't being so flaky she would have never talked to this guy he looked poor.

Seratone : "So yeah. I'll be honest with you. I'm a reporter, and lately things have been kind of slow.. I came out here, thinking I could find a story. You know anything that could me out?" he takes a sip from his beer.

Innerlight : Amber wore a tight black dress from a high end foreign designer. Her hair is Auburn and her eyes green as money. She was cute, not something you've never seen but certainly a confidence to her that makes her worth a second look.

Innerlight : "A story... about what... probably not fashion", Amber says laughing in Chris' face, at least his story held her attention.

Seratone : "Well I could always cop out and do a lame ass review of the place. But that's not gonna raise any brows.. You know if anyone is selling drugs out of this place? There's been a few overdoses in some of the clubs. Those kinda stories usually sell better yah know."

Innerlight : "Yeah", Amber says as if he's losing her there. Amber undoes Chris's first trench coat button, "What are you wearing under that, if you're naked...", she trails off with a chuckle

Seratone : It appears that Chris is only wearing a mundane shirt and tie under that trench coat. "Nothing quite that exciting." He comments gruffly. "So you know who owns this place? Wouldn't mind havin a chat with the manager while I'm here.".

Innerlight : "Who are you Jimmy Olsen?", Amber says with a chuckle. "What's your name, I'm Googling you", Amber says while taking out her iphone4.

Seratone : "Chris Williams." The man replies with a frown. He didn't seem to be getting anywhere tonight.

Seratone : Google brings up a few news articles on a Chris Williams. "Former reporter goes off the deep end." Reads one headline. "Conspiracy Blogger outted?" Reads another.

Seratone : "You have a name mam?"

Innerlight : "Says here you're not a reporter anymore home boy, what up with that", Amber said with a smile. Unconsciously she was forming other opinions and was starting to get more interested in Chris whether it was a lie or the truth he was mysterious.

Innerlight : "I'm Jeanie Triphlehorn", says Amber without skipping a beat, "You can call me Jeanie"

Seratone : "I was too much of a muckraker to hold on to that job, pissed a lot of people off. I'm freelancing now, do some blogging on the side." He purses his lips. "But that's my life yah know. It is what it is." A pause. "So now that I've spilled my guts here, why dont you tell me what your story is?"

Innerlight : Amber looks for Chris Williams sight, while the phone loads she talks to Chris, "Me, I'm an actress, been doing a lot of theater lately, ever since I was a little girl I've always wanted to act. Oh my god the rush", Amber says enthusiastically, though she's lying through her teeth.

Seratone : It takes a bit of searching, and its largely speculation that Chris Williams is in fact Conspiracy Blogger 13, but if you go with the rumors then Chris's blog site is a bunch of crazy shit about the paranormal, corruption, government conspiracies, and alien ufo shit.

Seratone : "Acting, alright wonderful." The man looks around. He didn't like where this conversation was going. The story wasnt supposed to be about him. "Well look, I gotta get back to working on this story. Do you know anyone around here I could talk to?"

Innerlight : "Wow... your blogs are out there. You believe this stuff you're writing", Amber says with a smile, beginning to believe she can use this one if he's not a poser.

[07:48:03 04/08/10] Seratone : "Umm I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just here for the story." He replies, lying blatantly as he goes back to the bar.

Seratone : Chris was getting nervous...apparently the internet didn't provide the anonymity that it used too...

Innerlight : "Don't fuck off yet Chris'sy, maybe I can help you", Amber says to Chris, knowing she may be able to use him.

Innerlight : "What's the story, I'm sort of a conspiracy buff myself", Amber adds to get him to turn around.

Seratone : Chris turns around now and gives the girl a good hard look. He takes a deep breathe. "Alright, then. I'm listening."

Innerlight : "Just tell me what you're after, I have a open mind... I'm a democratic after all", Amber says, lying yet again... she never voted in her life.

Seratone : "I'd be willing to settle for anything ranging from common street crime all the way up to a conspiracy in the U.S. government to keep the existence of aliens a secret." He manages a slight grin. "If I can turn it into a real story, I'd be willing to kick some money your way as a reward."

Innerlight : Amber holds it together, she believed in vampires, yet for some reason the idea of aliens felt far fetched. "Ching, ching", Amber says making the money sound. She didn't need more at all, but he didn't need to know that. "So what are we covering tonight Chris... vampires maybe?", Amber said attempting to sound as serious as possible so he didn't think she was being condensing, because for once she wasn't, she just wanted to see how open he was to the idea.

Seratone : "Vampires, you found one I could interview?" He smirks a bit wondering if she would get the pun. "If you've got credible information, I'm game."

Innerlight : "I'll keep my eye out... ah", she said like struck by lightning, "Ah like that fuckin' brad pit movie. Loved that movie when I was a kid"

Innerlight : "You know, just this very night their was some dude at some other club", Amber taps her head, "I don't remember it, something... ah, that's not the point. Some guy was claiming he saw vampires or something. I thought it was bullshit, so I blew him off... maybe you could check him out?"

Innerlight : Amber starts shaking as if she needs another bump to regain her focus.

Seratone : "Yeah, it helped open a lot of eyes to whats out there." He sips from his beer. "The problem is no one's come up with anything conclusive. Just a lot of blurry photographs and shadows. He grits his teeth. If there is a story to the whole vampire thing, I'd like to get beyond that. Chris raises a brow. "I could definitely go for that."

Innerlight : "Well, give me a little bit, and I'll see if my friend is ready to go. You'll like her she's hot. You and I can't hook up now because I work for you, but her, she's all yours", Amber says to Chris

Amber looks for Becca to see if she's ready to go.

Becca signals for you to go on ahead, she wishes to stay and dance at Cherub.

"Let's go then. I'll drive."

Chris walks out to the street and points out his car.

Amber smiles at Chris. She tells him to wait just a moment. She goes into the bathroom of the club and into a stall takes a bump of cocaine and makes sure the safety is off on her pistol. Nobody was going to touch her without her say so. After she was invigorated by the rush she comes back to Chris and walks to his car... "Right as rain let's go".

Seratone : IC: Chris drives down to the bar Amber told him about. They walk into the place. Chris is carrying his audio recorder, cellphone, and camera on him. "Ok, do you see the guy you were talking about?"

Innerlight : She said that the owner had that knowledge, I was just going to come back when he got there

Innerlight : Amber sniffs a bit more then usual but looks around the club for the last guy who was talking all that

Seryna : As Chris and Amber head inside, Amber spies the waittress that she was talking to earlier. The bar has filled up and the waittress appears short of help, moving between four parties of drinkers seamlessly.

Seratone : Chris looks to Amber. "He's not here?"

Innerlight : "I talked to her over there, she said something about him going out with girls that don't ever come back. I googled his ass and it appears that the woman popped back up a little while later... at least one of them", Amber says to Chris.

Seratone : Chris looks a little befuddled. "Ok, so she thinks this guy is some kind of serial killer vampire? You get a name?"

Innerlight : Amber shakes her head... "NO, no I googled the girl... ah Rose .... something or other", Amber explains

Innerlight : "He does something, to these women... chat up the barmaid, she seemed like she knew some shit".

Innerlight : Amber seems a bit too high now to be paranoid she orders something at the bar, and has no idea what she even asked for.

Seratone : The trenchcoat wearing man walks over to the barmaid. "Hey there, my friend here tells me you know something about some sketchy guy that preys on women at this bar."

Seryna : With a tray or wings, the woman turns and stares at Chris for a beat. "What? Who told you that?" She begins to weave through the crowded room, presenting the tray of food to the patrons. She winds her way back towards the crowd, heading towards the bar.

Innerlight : Amber smiles when she hears Chris work, "She was blunt... oh my god I said that out loud", she drinks a bit and watches Chris work so she can see his commitment

Innerlight : "Why did I say what I was thinking... flash a badge home boy, chicks love that", Amber said to Chris.

Seratone : Chris follows the barmaid. "My friend did. She's standing right next to me." He points a thumb toward Amber.

Innerlight : Amber swirls her glass and does a mock salute, her eyes seem distant and yet wired.

Seryna : "Oh, you came back." The waittress sounds sort of frazzled. "Yeah, you still on about Rose? Dave's here at the bar if you want to get at that number. I'm sort of swamped right now, though."

Innerlight : Amber looks to Chris as if he'd let him take point, she was high as hell, probably wouldn't go off to good in a serious conversation.

Seratone : "Thanks." he nods his head and walks over to the bar, raising a hand to the bar tender. "Hey, are you Dave? How are you doing man? Your friend over there asked me to look into something about this Rose girl and the guy she met here. You know something about that?"

Seryna : "What?" The bar tender blinked at you. "I'm not the owner, man." He held up a beer that he had just poured. "You want something to drink?"

Innerlight : "Rose Clofield, she used to work here, she was my friend, I need her number", Amber says.

Seryna : "Use 411." The bar tender shrugged, leaning over to hear another waitress's table order. He began to make new drinks. A man sitting at the bar leaned over, eying Chris and Amber speculatively.

Seratone : "Alright, where the hell is Dave then?" He looks over at the man that was eyeing him.

Innerlight : "Look here buddy are you getting short with me? Rose and I got out of an orphanage together, got separated at 10 years old and you can't scrawl down a number?", Amber says with indignation, lying her ass off.

Seryna : The man stood up, moving to stand beside Chris and Amber. He was about 5'10, with a growing beer belly. He appeared to be in his middling forties.

Seryna : "You hassling my crew?" He asked, giving Chris a once over. His gaze returned to Amber, a frown prominent on his expression.

Seratone : Chris looks at the man who stood up to approach him. "I'm just trying to talk to Dave man. The barmaid said to come over and talk to him, so I'm here."

Seryna : "Thats me, 'man'." Dave replied. "Eric here has a job to do. I hear you asking about Rose?"

Innerlight : Amber shakes her head and whispers probably loud enough to be heard, "Who's on first"

Seratone : "Yeah, I heard she went missing. You know anything about that?"

Seryna : "How do I know you're not debt collectors or something?" Dave frowned. "I give you her address, you kill her, that makes me liable. You know how many lawsuits my brother got into for giving out information? I don't need no lawsuits."

Seratone : "Oh so she's not missing then." Hmm. Chris shrugs. "Look man, I'm just a journalist looking for a story. You play this right I can make you look like a hero man."

Seryna : "No, shes not missing. She was a fucking flake. Left me high and dry and we were swamped for three weeks." Dave growled. "Why you doing a story on Rose?"

Innerlight : "Because we were orphans separated at 10 years old man", Amber says sticking to her story

Seryna : Dave stared at AMber for a moment before swinging a heavy gaze to Chris.

Innerlight : "Why in the hell would someone make that up", Amber says with sincerity all manufactured from years of lying.

Seratone : Chris looks at Amber and gives her this irritable look. He looks back to Dave. "I heard a tip that she was dating this sketchy guy. I know its not much to go on, but I'm desparate for something to sink my teeth into."

Innerlight : Amber step back and looks at Chris like she'd clock him in the lip for contradicting her.

Seryna : "That sketchy guy is a paying customer." Dave replied archly. "Why should I tell you about him?"

Innerlight : "Yeah... why should he tell you Chris?", Amber says antagonistically as if he should have stuck to the lie.

Seratone : "Come on man, do you really want to be known as the bar to get date raped at? If the guy turns out to be a real creep, we're all better off if he's in jail. If he's not, then we all go on our way and no one's the worse for it."

Seryna : "Okay, you keep my bar out of anything about disappearances." Dave stressed."I know where works. He does a midnight shift stocking groceries down at Vons for a few days a week. He won't be there tonight, heard he was setting up some party at the little Cobb park,"

Innerlight : Amber smiles. Good save, she thought to herself, but she thought a heartfelt lie would have been easier then Cosby Show'sk heart to hearts.

Seratone : Chris nods his head. "Ok then. You got a name for me?"

Seryna : "Matt. No idea what his last name is." Dave replied. "Whats *your* name, man? What do you write for?"

Seratone : "Chris Williams. Channel 9." He manages a wry grin before turning around. "Thanks again." Chris gestures for Amber to follow him out.

Innerlight : Amber puts the glass on the counter, and follows Chris out.

Innerlight : "You know I got a little video clip of him on my phone", Amber says forgetting she took the picture until now.

Seratone : "Who, this Matt guy? Let me see." He waits till he is out on the street before he stops walking.

Innerlight : "Like I said I'm sort of a buff, and I thought he'd turn out to be a serial killer", Amber says while tilting her phone

Innerlight : "Maybe it was just bullshit, a vampire stocking groceries, if I had to do that forever I'd have killed myself by now"

Innerlight : "Probably no such thing as real live forever vampires though right?", Amber says to Chris , testing his conviction.

Seratone : Chris purses his lips. "I don't know. There's a lot of theories out there but few hard facts. Sifting through the bullshit to what's real is the challenge in what I do."

Innerlight : Amber nods as if that's good enough for her for now. "It's still sorta early, I'm up for sleuthing"

[13:28:12 05/08/10] Seryna : [Yes, the picture is of a cauacasin man wearing black. Perfectly crisp]

[13:28:47 05/08/10] Seratone : "How do you wanna play this? Should we sit back and observe him, or should we try entrapment?"

[13:29:54 05/08/10] Innerlight : "Hey, we're just two citizens, on a hunch, so long as it's a public place we're probably ok", Amber said. But the fact she had a gun on her helped her Resolve quite a bit.

Innerlight : "If you wanna watch him cool", she says

Seratone : "Alright, let's not do anything too crazy. Chat him up and bit, watch and see what he does, and where he goes."

Innerlight : "But you're gonna have to buy me an iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts.. just know that", Amber says with a smile. Letting the charming moments come out ever so often