Lt. JG Xandria Cain - Classier Clubs
Tahna Meru
((Outside the Club Cocora, Deluvia IV))
When Miax had said they were going clubbing, this was the last thing Xandria had pictured. She was used to a club being a seedy-looking venue covered in neon and shadows in equal measure. The patrons were usually wearing skimpy, glittery outfits, the drinks meant to get you wasted rather than to look good.
This was not that type of club. This was a fancy club. It had palm trees, and glittering lights and cocktails, and everyone was dressed up. She was glad she’d received the warning from Miax to dress up, though she had to admit she’d thought it might be a prank. What sort of club would she need to wear a suit to?
Xandria ran a hand through her hair, which she’d left loose and wavy. A simple silver chain hung from her neck, several rings gleamed on her fingers. She had to admit, she did like an opportunity to get dressed up, so she was glad it wasn’t a prank. Xandria glanced at Miax, a vision in her hat and her orange dress and her fruit-shaped jewelry. They always made something of an odd pair. Not that Xandria minded.
Avoi: Oganis Umibax, a rather famous model on Betazed, is known to frequent the Club Cocora! And he’s not alone. It’s a magnet for politicians, diplomats, royals, celebrities, bigwigs and endless more. Swathes come here, I tell you, swathes!
Cain: ::Smiling.:: And now the inimitable Miaxdiso Avoi will have joined their ranks.
Avoi: It was wonderful of you to agree to come along. It’s going to be quite the afternoon! And there will be so many interesting people here to share your harrowing stories with.
Harrowing stories of…the Borg? The Klingon who’d attacked her group? Xandria wasn’t sure those stories were the right fit for this crowd. They’d do well in a club back on Vercaris, or even back on Iana Station, but here?
The line moved quickly, and they neared the grand arch that separated the club-goers from everyone else. Xandria was usually a part of the everyone else. Before they could waltz inside, however, they were stopped by a Brikar bouncer.
Avoi: Oh! Hello! ::She extended an elegant hand, eyelashes fluttering.:: Miaxdiso Avoi, and this is Xandria Cain. A pleasure to meet you. ::Another flutter.:: We’re on the list.
The man checked a list on a handheld device, before raising a stern eyebrow.
Rahk: Not this list, you’re not. Move along.
Xandria didn’t need to be a telepath or empath to sense Miax’s distress, it was telegraphed loud and clear. She flashed the bouncer a smile.
Cain: Sorry, there must have been some mistake. Lieutenant Avoi here is a renowned diplomat assigned to a Starfleet flagship. Can you check again?
Avoi / Rahk: Response
Perhaps she also should have thrown in the bit about Miax’s father being a well-known designer. The Brikar, unmoved by their claims, just ushered them out of line. Normally, Xandria wouldn’t be disappointed to be denied the chance to mingle with the upper echelons of society, but she so hated to see Miax disappointed. If anyone deserved to mingle with those crowds, it was Miax.
Cain: Look Miax, there’s clearly been some mistake. How’d you get on the list? Maybe reach out to your contact?
Avoi: Response
Xandria frowned. If they couldn’t get in that way, perhaps there was another solution. Breaking into the club was an amusing thought, and likely to get them into trouble. But there had to be other options. She sized up the patrons lined up outside the club, the folks just wandering by in much more casual attire. One familiar face caught her eye, a woman with brilliant purple eyes Xandria knew from the Gorkon. She nudged Miax, and nodded toward Thea.
Cain: I bet she can get in. ::Xandria raised her voice, smiling and waving to the Tyrellian royal.:: Hey! Fancy meeting you down here!
Avoi / Kairis: Response