#tssiren

[treadsoftly-rpg]

A reminder: the event has concluded

Thanks to everyone who participated and I hope you all had fun. Remember--the end time only means you can't start new interactions related to the event. Any interactions begun during the event may be played out in full.

Keep your eyes trained on the main because you never know when a new event will pop up!

- phnx

[eddie-lincoln]

The Night Is Young || OPEN

So this was the Siren?

"Very nice~" he gave a low whistle, seeing the bustling crowd and lights about the new "club". As the Chief of Police it was to be expected that he'd show up to the opening of the newest social club in the city.

Dressed to the nine's he sported his best smile, hoping he'd see his dear Mr. McKenzie in person. Though he was on the man's payroll he very seldom saw the pimp these days. The most likely cause being the preparation of his glorious Siren.

Shrugging up his collar of his long coat, he walked up the front stairs and into the establishment.

"Aww the night is going to be good~"

[madison-victor]

Well, this is some shindig.

Better late than never, I guess.

[oxfordman]

Funny Business [Ollie & Open]

Ollie wasn't sure how to take this.

He'd known about the Siren for some time, but this was his first time seeing it in person. He had to admit, it was quite impressive. Sandy had done well to make a club--and while there were myriad clubs in Chicago, this particular one was something special. And that was a problem.

Sandy knew that the Stingray and the Siren would come into direct conflict when it came to making a profit. He had to know, and yet he had done it anyway, which was... an interesting move. Ollie almost liked him better for it. He'd always liked Sandy, of course, and while this whole situation could get sticky, on the whole there had been no true change of opinion--none for the worse, anyway.

Of course, all that could change soon, depending on how things went, but Ollie wasn't going to concentrate on that. He decided instead to focus his energies on the drink in his hand, which he'd fetched after dancing for a while with a few young women whose names and faces were already fading from memory. His eyes scanned the crowd for someone notable, someone with whom a good conversation could be had. They alighted on a fellow drinker, own glass still full and untouched.

Ollie tipped his Scotch and let the corners of his mouth turn up a little. "To an excellent party," he said, and touched the glass to his lips.

[roryalfonso]

searching

When Rory arrived at the party he decided that, rather than immediately approaching any of the other partygoers, he would take his time and look around a bit. He’d often found that sticking to the edges and keeping one’s eyes peeled offered greater benefits than thrusting oneself directly into the tangle of conversation. The club itself was beautiful; though it didn’t quite match Rory’s aesthetic sensibilities, he could easily understand the design and how it would appeal to a specific portion of Chicago’s elite.

That appeal was not restricted to decor, however. The free flow of alcohol and the steady stream of beautiful people circulating through the room spoke of an opulence which was difficult to find in this day and age. Rory had to commend the owner – Sandy, that was his name, right? – on what was clearly going to be a successful business. A server passed him with a tray of sparkling liquids housed in delicate crystal and Rory reached out to take one. He brought the drink to his lips he continued to wind his way through the building, his eyes wide and bright, on the lookout for anything particularly interesting.

[sandy-mckenzie]

Friends With Benefits || Sandy & Benny

Having successfully paired another one of his girls with one of his partygoers, Sandy finally took a moment to relax. It felt as if he hadn't had a moment to himself this entire week. Preparations for the party had consumed every waking moment of his day, and loathe as he was to admit it, exhaustion was beginning to take its toll.

He couldn't help but laugh at himself. During the war, he'd gone without sleep for much longer. And now the stress that came with running a party was getting to him? Really, he was either getting terribly old or terribly complacent. Either one was dangerous, as far as he was concerned.

Leaning himself against the bannister of the staircase, Sandy lit up a cigarette, watching as his guests passed him by. Some greeted him with nods and smiles, others whispered behind their hands as they went past. It was funny how he was almost a mythical beast to some, one that everyone had heard of but rarely seen. It wasn't like he made himself scarce, though. He could be found at The Stingray regularly. Perhaps it was knowing what he did, knowing what this place was, that made some of them feel so anxious.

In the end, though, it didn't matter much to him. So long as he went home tonight with their money in his pockets, he couldn't have cared less.

As he stood there, he made sure that every face that passed him was one he was familiar with. If he couldn't put a name to a face, he was missing an opportunity. But there was one face he knew quite well, one that he'd had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of. But they were little more than that -- acquaintances.

Benny Abel, righthand of Francesca Lombardi. Sandy did try to keep himself away from close affiliations with either mob, but it never hurt to have a friend on the inside. It was a good way to keep a pulse on the city's underground networkings, he found. And who better keep him abreast of such situations than the man pulling all the strings?

Pushing himself away from the staircase, Sandy strode over to Mr. Abel's side. He didn't seem to be engaged with anyone else, so now was the opportune moment. Stopping at the man's side, Sandy asked with a smile, "So, Mr. Abel, how are you enjoying yourself?"

[helenripley]

         I must say, it's a damn nice change to be on the other side of the bar, once in a while.

[treadsoftly-rpg]

And so it begins.

The doors to the Siren are officially open and the party has commenced. Have fun and remember to refer to this guide created by Sandy's player for details on the club.

- phnx