Typical of any club on a Saturday night in New York City, the orange neon of the sign above buzzed over the heads of nearly a hundred people waiting for their turn to enter. Underneath the light, girls waited in their hottest outfits next to their dates hoping tonight would be the luck night. Several large, brutish bouncers stood guard over the door, ensuring that only appropriate guests entered. Inside, several dance floors were available for guests to choose from. DJs sat above the crowd, playing from decorative glass booths covered in glowing paint and neon lights. Sitting in the middle of the club was the V.I.P. This was where the important guests and the sexiest ladies from the club below enjoyed a less crowded area to relax and and enjoy each others company. It also came with a complete bar and comfortable, leather furniture.

Above the entire club sat the exclusive V.I.P. With their own entrance and no visible way of getting to the top area, many of the club goers and even a few V.I.P. members didn't even know about it. Surrounded in sound proof, mirrored glass, only the low rumbling from the large bass speakers could be heard. Inside, the classical songs of a strings orchestra was the usual music in play. Here, millionaire executives and business man in expensive suits could sit, relax, and enjoy the sights below.

What was the reason for this elaborate setup? Club Bizarre was the only exclusive mutant-only club in New York. Well at least, the only one worth mentioning. Here, mutants could come and not be afraid to show of their powers. Light manipulators made fantastic displays in the air, pyrotechnics blew huge fireballs before they disappeared into nothing., and many gifted flyers danced above the crowd. Here, it was safe to be a mutant. Any problems were quickly and quietly taken care of by security and healers were there for any injuries.

It was said that the club was owned by a rather exclusive mutant who after discovering his power somewhat late in life. At the time, the mutant was already the owner of several clubs in the New York area, and as a good well gesture to his fellow mutants he had made this club. With its laverishness and great diversity, the club attracted mutants from all over the state and filling it every night was never a problem. (Parking was a problem though)

On this Saturday night, Shade had decided to take a little time off for himself. Instead of stalking, killing, and murdering, the shadowy mutant had decided it was time for a break. He, of course, hadn't had to wait in the hour long line to enter the club. Instead, Shade had just found a dark corner. However, the hardest part for Shade was staying visible so people didn't run into him. Finally, he had found a decent spot- at the bar.

Clubs. The untouchable part of the city where Fade tended to stay away from. There were too many people, too many lights, too many places to fade into a crowd instead of into thin air. However, on a particularly lonely night, a dance with a stranger may prove to brighten the moon. So, Fade stood in line, being a good girl this time and not sneaking in, then again, sneaking into a bar full of mutants might be harder than it seems, best play it off as if she only had good intentions. After all, she didn't want to be kicked out of the club before a good dance song. After what seemed like days, she was admitted in and she moved through the crowds of people, being pushed and shoved back and forth. During her absense from the Mansion, she had been working on her phasing powers, but thought it was best to not just phase through the crowd, but rather allow the multitude of people to touch her, maybe one of them had the ability to make her the way she used to be by simply brushing past them. No skin contact gave her this feeling, however.

Fade had been living in the mall again, stealing clothes too look nice and breaking into changing rooms at the ice rink to take a quick shower (yes, the ice rink had showers for players that practiced there). This night was special, so she had cleaned herself up, her clothes shimmered and her eyes sparkled a bright green, until they would blink, of course. During her life as an X-Man, she had made many enemies, but many friends, and hoped she would run into some form of a familiar face, even if it caused her to frown. Briskly, she walked over to the bar and sat down. The giant X's on her hands disappeared from her skin, but since she could not just turn the ink invisible, the skin on her hands turned invisible too. It was better to show unmarked muscle tissue rather than marked skin. She showed the bartender her muscled skin and asked for a sapphire martini.

Unfortunately, the lights and sounds were enough to scare her from the dance floor and she calculated that after a few drinks, she could care less about the chaos and dance the night away. A figure sat next to her, but Fade was never one for conversation with an unknown character while sober. So she sat in silence, sipping on her drink, wincing as the firey liquor dripped down her throat. The party animals shuffled past her, slightly brushing up against her and she rolled her eyes every time she was bumped and her drink ran the risk of spilling.

The past months had been financially prosperous for her as her old street employer rehired her and had her do a few tricks here and there for a bit of money, and since she never paid rent, it was pure profit. She grew tired of stealing, grew tired of turning her back from the Mansion. Maybe after tonight, she would shake some sense into her head and return home, but only after she had

"Another sapphire martini, please!"

A young red haired girl had sat down at the crowded bar next to Shade. The shadow mutant wasn't much of a conversation starter. Neither did a conversationist ever approach him. The grey hood kept most people from wanting to get too close to him. However, the young woman didn't seem to mind. A group of fruity boys with tight pants and converses along and their girlfriends (girl friends?) moved past him, carelessly bumping into anyone at the bar. Shade fought the urge to slice open the throats of all of them. Only knowing they were mutants restrained Shade's hand. The girl next to him got the same treatment, causing her to almost spill her drink everywhere. Speaking of drinks, was that already her second one?

"Wooh young lady, you better slow down there before they have to carry you out of here." Shade said, amazed at himself for exactly speaking. Maybe, knowing everyone in here was a mutant boosted his confidence.

"Those martini's might just come back and kick you right in the ass."

Out on the streets, Fade was a completely different person. At the Mansion, she would urge to be called "gifted" because of it's peaceful tone, but on the streets, she was just another "mutant". While she did long to return to the Mansion, the club and the martini in her hand were enough to evoke the little thief within her. Her raptor like claws began to rap on the bar counter in the taduntaduntaduntadun repetition. A warning sounded from next to her and she looked over at the man that sat next to her with a raised eyebrow. First off, he called her young lady, that was rare enough in itself. Then he was a man at a bar, telling a young fair lady to slow down on her drinking before it kicked her in the ass. Fairly good advice, to a non-alcoholic. Two martinis was enough to get her up and moving, or stay down and talk. She would have taken a beer after this, maybe to give her an alcoholic farewell to the dancefloor kiss, but now the man seemed ready to talk.

"You should be worried if I took 7 straight up shots right after eachother, two martinis are hardly enough to warm my blood. I may not appear to have enough body weight to take this, but I promise, I'm hardly tipsy," while her stare was not cold, her eyebrow remained raised. Perfect, Fade, go ahead and make someone feel awkward the first time they talk to you. Not like any man has ever advised you to go easy on alcohol. "And what about you? Have you any alcohol so I can tell you when you're going too fast?" A gentle smile crept across her face, hoping she wasn't being harsh at all. It was not her intention.

(Sorry for the long wait.)

-"You should be worried if I took 7 straight up shots right after eachother, two martinis are hardly enough to warm my blood. I may not appear to have enough body weight to take this, but I promise, I'm hardly tipsy"

Shade cracked an evil grin at the young woman's reply. It was rather funny to hear that from a girl that hardly even looked like she was old enough to even drink legally. Of course, just because things were illegal had never stopped Shade before. Heck, his two favorite things were against the law: stealing and killing humans. Well, the second one was more a chore than a passion. Although it was usually fun.

"Just a Jack and Coke." Shade said lifting his glass off the bar and gesturing it towards the red head.

"And I'm still on my first one." He added. However, he took a noticably, large swig afterwards. Shade had to at least try to keep up with the young lady.

((OOC: also Fade, so don't mind me when I kick her out))

Alcohol, dancing, people, prostitutes, drugs, and whatever else littered the streets of New York and Ahorta had been going insane from it. Walking briskly down a street, she had caught wind of something, some sort of foul looking thing. It was a newt, a very large newt, possibly a newt mutant, but he was disgusting vermin that needed to be squashed. A quick scream built up in her throat and she let it echo through the streets, scaring the newt man thing into some kind of bar filled with a lot of people. Bastard, he was running, running from the exterminator.

Making her way up the line, everyone inside was a mutant, real nice, but it wouldn't help save the slimey newt. The bouncer looked her over and told her to get to the back of the line, but she demanded entry. "Look, that thing could kill in there!"

"Everyone in there could kill, back of the line," he frowned.

Growling, she huffed to the back of the line, keeping a distance between her and everyone else, she did not need to be touched. About thirty minutes passed until the line shrank enough for her to enter, but by this time, he would be well blended in with the crowd. Hissing, she made her way into the club and immediately felt the air ripped from her lungs. It was packed, everyone was touching her and it was blasting with music. Suddenly, the newt did not seem worth it and she stumbled through the crowd, gasping and twitching with every passing brush of a dancer.

"OUCH!" She snarled after running into someone. It was some redhead drinking at the bar, talking with some kind of dark, shadowy figure. Glaring at her glasses of alcohol, Ahorta spoke up, her lips curled. "Are you drinking?"

"Why of course I am, care for one?" the redhead asked, holdin up the glass.

"Though this may be play to you, 'tis death to us," she hissed. The crazed girl who had appeared undeclared and began insulting the redhead had officially scared most of the people around her. Quite frankly, Fade was not up for that sort of entertainment and she simply said goodbye to the stranger and, not to be punny, faded into the crowd. "Better off without a prostitute," she huffed, taking Fade's seat and throwing the glasses of alcohol on the floor behind her. The bartender frowned and called for someone to clean it up before giving Ahorta the bill, who acted like it never even made its way to her seat.

Shade watched the little fiasco unfold before him from his seat at the bar stoll. After it had ended, he stun back around in an atempt to avoid the new girl. However, it seemed impossible as she immediately took the seat that the redhead had left. When the bartender placed the bill in front of the new woman, Shade grabbed it with his fore finger and slid it over to himself. He did not want to have another espisode unfold. Taking a fifty from his pcoket, the shadow mutant placed it on the bill and slid it back to the bar keep.

"So I guess I can't buy you a drink?" Shade asked the woman without even looking in her direction.

Alcohol, the primary reason for her father's wrath. Everyone had a demon and they always appeared when they drank. Every flaw they had was intensified when their BAC was incredibly ridiculous. "Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son," she replied. He learned quickly, he did not seem to need a lesson on how to approach her. By ignoring her, he gave her the impression that he thought of her just as every one else did, as a crazy psychotic girl with a thing against alcohol.

Dipping her finger into the shot glass next to her that belonged to some bimbo brunette, she ate through the liquid with her acid properties and ignored the lady when she blamed the bartender for not pouring her a shot. Stupid women, too much to handle, they never grew up. If he wanted to drink, let him drink, but she would have no part in the activity. "Doesn't look like a place for you," she growled under her breath as she continued scanning the room for her prey.

Shade let out a small grunt at the woman's comment. It was more of a neutral than it was aggressive. The shadow mutant watched the display of the woman's power with interest. If it could do that to alcohol, Shade really didn't want to know what it could do to flesh. Well, actually he kind of did, as long as it wasn't his flesh. Shade barely managed to stifle a chuckle when the girl next to non-drinking woman began to chew out the bartender for not pouring her a drink. However, his face turned serious at the woman's comment. He even threw her a glance before continuing to stare into his liqour.

"Yeah, I guess you could say I'm more of a silent, loner type of guy." Shade said, neglecting to mention that he would probably out killing someone right now if he wasn't here. The place was a nice change from the constant flow of blood and guts. Sometimes, he just got carried away in it. And whose you gone so far, its hard to come back to reality.

"I must say though, you don't exactly seem to fit in either."