"I don't understand why you do drink," Nixe retorted with a wry smile. Two could play that game. Turning back to the menu, the brunette soon found himself being kick- pardon, nudged underneath the table. Questioning green eyes darting skywards, he opened his mouth to speak when Rae interrupted him. The owner? Adjusting his position, Nixe followed her gaze, to the very posh-looking woman. He studied Queenie, for a few moments, as she swapped chairs, only to be drawn back to the present when RayIn started to talk once more. "Maybe I will," replied Nixe. 

"I do live on the edge," he argued playfully, with a shake of his head. Picking up the glass of water, he sipped at the cool liquid, all the while debating how to continue. "I'm just not as.. uh.. risky as you? I'd rather keep my mental faculties all under one roof, thank you very much." Pausing, he eyed Ray's bottle with undisguised suspicion. Though, when he spoke again, there was an almost skeptical tone to his words, as if he couldn't believe them to be true.

"Wait, does jailhouse gin really make you go blind?"

Allowing himself to relax, Nixe's shoulders slumped down. God, it hadn't him him until just now, but he was absolutely exhausted. He'd been on a plane for much of the day, all with the anticipation of visiting RayIn in her natural habitat. But the constant flights [he visited quite a few times each week] were beginning to take their toll. He wasn't built for sleeping on hard, unstable airplane seats. Not enough muscle on his bones.

Aware of Rae tapping her foot to the beat of the song, Nixe soon joined in, tapping his foot in synch. He didn't like dancing, but music, music was incredible all on it's own. "I'm just not a drinker, Rae. I'm willing to do risky stuff with you, I guess, but drinking and smoking is under the definitely not column. I'm not looking forward to be shitfaced."  

"What the fuck?" Nixe said, right before Rae started to convulse with laughter. Flicking the stray strands of his chestnut hair out of his eye, the male shook his head. "By god, I thought you were serious for a second," he admitted, his eyes crinkling with bemusement. Clearing his throat, he said, "But uh, other than that..?"

Cin had been strolling through Detroit. She wanted to do a bit of shopping and as she was looking through windows she came upon The Queen's Legs. She recalled approving but never had the time to really sit down since and go in. So here she was opening the door and letting herself into a place that queenie ran.

A waiter guided her to a quiet spot that she settled into greatly. Smiling politely as the waiter waited on her order.

"Could I get some fries and a soda please? "

The waiter nodded at her as he took off. She settled herself back in the seat and watched those around her. Cin was always fascinated by watching people. Sometimes she would make a game of creating a story of how they came into Detroit. What business brought them to the city.

Rae reached up and wiped the tears from her eyes, "Oh god, your face." she managed with a gasp, "I wish you could see your face." she pushed her hair back and shook her head, "I've never seen anyone look so horrified in all of my life." she added as she picked up her glass and took a sip. "I mean honestly, like I would burn an orphanage down." she told him, "It's like you don't know me at al..." she paused, "I'd go after an old folks home, instead." She said with a grin. 

She tapped her fingers on the table top and contemplated if she should allow Nixe into her weird little brain any more than she already had, "Well, outlandish adventures aside, I have to admit, I don't actually do anything that would be considered crazy." she admitted to him. "I mean, most the shenanigans I get involved in are because of my business partner, Zizi." she added. "That girl, " She said with a shake of her head, "I swear, if there is mischief to be found, she will be there." she chuckled. 

After yet another successful business deal that involved a certain substance, Ilammo found himself wandering around Detroit. Even though it was only a few hours from Chicago, he only come when there's business to be done. After aimlessly walking for a good hour, he found himself infront of this pub. Pushing the door open, he was greeted with laughter and a strong whiff of beer. Never a fan of alcohol himself, he winced slightly at the smell but persevered and took a seat on one of the comfortable couches available inside.

A waiter came by and Ilammo placed his order, "A glass of your best milk and anything that has chicken in it. Preferably fried.", and smiled as the waiter jostled off. Leaning back on his seat, Ilammo gave a sigh of relief. Another day is coming to an end and it's finally time for him to let off some steam. It'll be a few more hours till his flight back home, Ilammo made a decision to enjoy whatever time he had left before his next transit.

Still full coming from the diner, I spotted the Queens Legs. I heard they had some good musics there. I crossed the street then entered the joint. I found an empty table and took a seat. I signaled for the waiter and ordered coke and jack. I took out my cigarette pack and opened it. After fishing a stick, I lighted it and observed the people around me. A group was celebrating someone's birthday at the opposite table. The waiter came a few minutes later with my drink.I gave him a tip and asked him to put in a song for me.

queenie had been pottering about out of town, brokering deals here, killing people there... and now she'd finally landed back home for 5 minutes she decided to check in on her business, which had been capably run by her minions. She waved to the familiar faces as she entered, Rayln Nixe Cin & kicked Cpt_Darling in the shin for just loitering about the place without actually ordering anything, or using any of the services provided.

queenie for a moment, contemplated ordering a round of free champagne for everyone, for realising quickly, that everything was already free here and hadn't actually made any money what so ever. Instead she just continued to smile and wave regally as she floated over to the jukebox. She bodged some of the keys and kicked the machine as it had a small pause between her hitting play and the music actually playing.

The Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen

queenie skipped over to the bar, ordered a vimto and stood bopping to the music whilst sipping the purple pop through a curly straw

Rae grinned at Nixe who had apparently lost his ability to speak at her little practical joke, which was fine, as she realized Queenie had come in and was quite content to observe the rather old woman dancing around like she was still in her twenties. She chuckled and picked up her glass, sliding out the booth said to Nixe, "I'll be back in a bit." before standing up and heading over to the bar. She smiled at the older man behind it and asked, "Would it be too much trouble to get a glass of Cabernet?" as she set her empty pint glass on the bar top, "The cider was nice, but its time for something a bit... Well more alcoholic." she said with a laugh. 
She turned her attention to Queenie and asked in all seriousness, "Aren't you concerned you might break a hip if you keep moving like that?" 

queenie instructed one of her entourage to go to a nearby jukebox panel and put on another track.

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

queenie poked Rayln in the eye and said in an equally serious tone "Aren't you concerned you might have your mouth washed out with a bar of soap for asking such cheeky questions?" 

"THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING VERY VERY FRIGHTENING INDEED!" *high pitched* "Galileo!" *deep voiced* "Galileo!"

queenie continued bopping whilst slurping her drink

"Magnificoooooohoooohooooohoooooo"

She cringes at the sounds coming out of @Queenies Mouth. "Good lord, woman." she says as she picks up the glass of wine the bartender man had so kindly poured for her. Taking a gulp she adds, "Do you pay people to pretend you can carry a tune?" she asked, "Because I thought it was against the law for anyone to butcher Freddie Mercury." 

"once things and people are dead... there is no law prohibiting them being sold to the butchers, dear, Rayln why, that wine you're drinking right now is actually just spiced bat blood. We had the exterminators in a few days ago, he sarcastically asked if we'd like him to take them, expecting us to say "obviously" well, we showed him"

queenies entourage after having a few beers are getting rowdy and wrestling with each, they decide now would be an appropriate time to kick the music up a notch. they turn on some tunage and go back to throwing each other about on the dance floor as if it was UFC fight night live

Teminite & Panda Eyes - HighScore

Rae looks at her glass and then back queenie and shudders "Please tell me you're kidding, please tell me this...isn't..." she gags and then covers her mouth with her hand. "I knew there was a reason the drinks were free." she said behind her hand, before closing her eyes. "Dear lord, I think I'm going to be..." she quickly darted away from the bar and towards the bathrooms as one does not vomit on her majesty's feet.

Captain Darling sat at one of the tables, smiling obsequiously at queenie every time he realised she was casting an eye his way.

He wasn't comfortable and it probably showed, he wasn't used to mingling amongst such a varied gathering of people. Taking the pitcher of water in front of him, he slowly poured himself a glass. Darling glanced slyly at a loud group of individuals at the next table over. They appeared to be, eugh, *swallowing bile* some group of working class peasants; unwashed, clothes tatty, loud and brash. Shuddering he decided a man of his stature should distance himself from the riff-raff of the lower classes and properly situate himself more squarely in the midst of people more like him.

Standing up, he made a big show of straightening his uniform jacket and picking an imaginary bit of fluff from his favourite "medal". It was awarded, by Her Majesty herself, for "Heroic acts while in the line of duty" - Now, this particular line of duty had been him taking care of a mouse in queenie's royal chamber...and he hadn't actually taken care of it himself, he'd paid a street urchin a few coins to do it for him, but still, the rabble at the next table over weren't to know this. Darling coughed conspicuously as he picked at the medal and made a deal of flashing it at the group. Silence descended upon their table and Darling could feel their awe and envy as he smugly pretended to situate the medal. Flashing a quick smile on and off in their direction, Captain Darling headed over to where queenie was standing.

"Your Majesty! What a wonderful dress you've chosen today. It's very becoming on you. It makes your nose seem smaller, som.."

queenie cut him off with a stamp of her small, but powerful foot.

"I'm quite bored of this dress, Darling, I don't like it. It's rather awful, don't you agree?" she asked as she rocked back and forth, smiling up at him.

"Well, um, it's er, I don't know, I like the ruffles on the sleeves, I think.." Darling said, desperately hoping he was saying the right thing.

"I especially HATE these ruffles!" queenie stamped a foot down again for emphasis.

"In fact, I hate them sooooooo much that I might just have to take your head off for not seeing how silly they are!"

A few of the other patrons where watching and had started to snicker. Captain Darling desperately tried to control his facial tic. It continued to twitch, belying his composed exterior. He made a motion towards his "Hero's Medal" and tried to remain composed as he squeaked.

"But, Majesty - I'm most useful to you with my head and my neck still very much in tact."

queenie stopped the rocking motion she was performing and tilting her head to the side she said

"Yes, I suppose you are right. The ruffles are rather growing on me. I do wish I hadn't had that dress maker executed now. It was rather naughty of me."

She grinned broadly as she turned towards a waiter and demanded he bring a drink over for Darling and her. Darling was grateful for the triple shot of whisky the barman placed in front of him. Captain Darling immediately downed it in one shot and before the waiter could leave, he asked him to bring another, doubling the measure.

recognizing that Rayln may have been traumatised and that she was clearly unsure as to whether or not she had been joking when she mentioned the bat's blood, queenie decided to follow her into the restroom to have a girly pow wow thing.

As she burst through the door giggling excitedly, she straitened her crown, ruffled then de ruffled the sleeves before ruffling them again. She grinned at Rayln who was looking rather pale she took one look at queenie and turned back to the sink to vomit. queenie looked at herself in the mirror and instantly noticed the side of her cheek was covered in claret. "UHP!" she squeaked. "Just some badgers, is all, Raylny.. nothing to be sick over, I'm totally fine, don'tcha know!" queenie was about to call in one of her entourage to take care of the mess, before realising that she only actually employed men, with the exception of Bernard, who was loyally sewing her new gown back at HQ.

"Maybe I'll get @Darling in here to help, he's as close to a-sexual as is humanly possible. That's got to count for something, right?" she squeeled her orders to summon her most loyal captain. As he was carried in by 2 larger men, with their arms under Darling's pits, the plonked him down infront of queenie then returned to stand guard outside the restroom door.

"Darling, as you can see I'm looking quite the mess, and this just won't do now, will it? I can't be seen looking this way infront of my dignified friends and guests" she completely ignored Cpt_Darling's whole being sink as he realised he wasn't considered a dignified friend, or even a guest. Rayln turned to look at the square-jawed soldier of fortune and instantaneously vomited over his starch pressed trousers and what was until now, shiny shoes

"Never mind all that, Darling!" queenie commanded in a voice of disgust, whilst grimacing at the site. Cpt_Darling had already begun wetting a paper towel to wipe the blood off of queenie's face when she began slapping and handbagging him. "No, you oaf! LOOK!" she shrieked pointing at the ruffles of her sleeves "they're not as ruffled as they were before and I simply can't do it, because I can't use both hands to sort it. not without cutting my arm off anyway. Or is that what you want?" queenie grinned to herself "It wouldn't at all surprise me if you did, actually. It wouldn't be the first time you'd have tried to take a hand out on a date, would it?"