#ccsemberclub

Trotting up outside the Ember Club is a Satyr. On the middling end of Wilder, wearing a rather conservative pair of slacks and a button-down shirt, business casual - not really what one might expect for a night on the town. A 5-o'clock shadow dusts his chin, and his short hair is a bit mussed. Pausing outside of the doorway, he pulls out a pair of reading glasses, drops them on his nose, and starts examining the menu in the window.

Early evening, and the club is open for a responsible, physically distanced service. Someone's rigged a shallow shelf and a few bar stools on the narrow city sidewalk to add outdoor seating.

The weather is still a bit chilly, and he glances around for a moment before heading inside - pausing to put on a mask as an afterthought - not as one who is rudely denying the laws, but as one who perhaps didn't have the need or fear of the virus.

A redcap bouncer eyes him, the voile is almost mafiia esque, someone who made his bones. Still, more dignified than the usual multiple piercings punk look that some Caps go for

He doesn't challenge the satyr, just gives a nod.

The volume inside is at a low murmur, almost anticipatory. The staff thread their way around the main serving room, expertly bringing small plates to the occupied tables. An attractive mortal womans the hostess stand. She smiles professionally as the satyr approaches.

Julius eyes the redcap with wary respect, and approaches the hostess stand. He clears his throat, "Table for one, please."

She nods. "Right this way, sir." and leads him to an available table, providing him with a menu.

He accepts the menu, giving the waitress only a polite glance. And then, as if to make a point, he takes another look, admiring the mortal's form. Still polite, not slavering, but - appreciative. Then, he checks the menu, only a cursory look before setting it down.

The lighting on the stage shifts... and music starts in preparation. A few musicians loosening up?

He notices, if he looks carefully, a set of glass, almost crystalline walls have be set around the stage. While one might assume by their elegance they were stage props and style settings (The etchings are nice), they also satisfy some.. safety measures for the COVID scare.

Julius people watches - observing the stage, and the walls. A hand raised to catch the Waitress's eye, apparently ready to order.

This young lady seems to be mortal as well. Interesting. A 'cap at the door and mortals inside? "Yes, sir, what can we get for you?"

"A martini, please. Very dry. In fact, please start me with two." He glances again at the stage. "What sort of music will be playing tonight?"

"The very best sort, sir." she says with sincere pride. "Did you want Miss CC's martini?" she names a house special.

"Sure, why not. As long as it's dry and strong." Curiously, "Does Miss CC work here herself, or is she just the proprietor?"

"No 'just' about it, sir." with a smile "And yes, she works here. I'll get your drinks." and off she goes.

He watches the lady as well. Polite, friendly - clearly not just hired for her looks.

And then, the lights dim slightly, music focuses... and curtains shift.

He obligingly turns his attention to the stage.

"Peel me a grape" A set of shapely legs, losing nothing for the fact they begin human and tapper to delicate goats legs below the knee caps come into view first, the voice however is far more pleasinng still.
"Crush me some ice
Skin me a peach" Time has only honed her beauty, her eyes smolder as they come into view, her dark curls of hair cascading about those horns over those eyes like evening settling over twin bone fires. She's wearing a purple cocktail dress that hugs her in a way that many might wish they could.
"Save the fuzz for my pillowTalk to me nice, talk to me nice
You've got to wine me and dine me
Don't try to fool me; bejewel me
Either amuse me, or lose me
I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape"

A bowl of fruit rests on a bar stool on stage near the musicians, with just some of those items included.

The satyress saunters along the stage, her voice combined with the motion making many a man rivet, and a few women too....

Pop me a cork, french me a fry
Crack me a nut, bring a bowl full of bon-bons
Chill me some wine, keep standin' by
Just entertain me, champagne me
Show me you love me, kid glove me
Best way to cheer me, cashmere me
I'm getting hungry, peel me..."

He finds himself leaning forward in his chair, fingers tapping along to the beat, and watching the dancer admiringly. He reaches for his drink - has his drink arrived, that is?

It would appear it has. As if by magic, but actually by prompt service that knows how to deliver without intruding on the show

He tosses back the first one, a quick swallow that doesn't much respect the drink.

CC , it could be no one else, explains to the audience, "Here's how to be an agreeable chap
Love me and leave me in luxury's lap
Hop when I holler, skip when I snap
When I say "do it", jump to it" A dainty hoof stomp, imperial

The second martini, he reaches for, and this time he sips.

Oh how she loves the eyes of the audience, "Send out for scotch, boil me a crab
Cut me a rose make, my tea with the petals" A wink to some lucky fellow in the crowd
"Just hang around, pick up the tab
Never out think me, just mink me" She puts a hand on a bare shoulder as if feeling that on it
"Polar bear rug me, don't bug me
New Thunderbird me, you heard me
I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape.." Her mouth makes a litle o
"Slowly"

A soft sigh as he watches her dance.

the musicians 'escorting her musically' are no slouches. Julius knows talent, and that sax player has a lot of soul, the woman with the cello seems to be in the zone

"Here's how to be an agreeable chap
Love me and leave me in luxury's lap
Hop when I holler, skip when I snap
When I say, "do it"..." She does no say the word this time, but the musicans give tiny on cue jumps in their seats

The martini is dirty; a good slug of brine in it.

Otherwise, ice-cold, dry, and STRONG.

Vodka, not gin.

"end out for scotch, boil me a crab
Cut me a rose, make my tea with the petals" A swaying and lowering
Just hang around, pick up the tab"
Never out think me, just mink me" A shiver like she's cold. Yet it heats others.
Polar bear rug me, don't bug me
New Thunderbird me, you heard me
I'm getting hungry, peel me a grape" And she takes up a grape from that bowl, rolling it between two perfectly manicured nails
Peel me...
Peel me a grape" And she lets the notes stretch, then fade... before popping the lucky grape into her mouth, and taking her finger out with a pop.

He finishes the second drink, feeling the haze of a starting buzz settle comfortably around him, and sets the glass aside, tapping it softly to indicate to any watcher server, a request for another.

The song over, she says "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my club.. I'm CC, and I'm so glad to see new faces and old friends. Please, make yourself comfy. We have fine feasts, some of which..." She winks and puts a hand on her hip as she puts herself in a 'dare you to find a thing wrong with any of this' posture, "Is for more than the eyes."

Another comes up, "Have you chosen from the mennu, sir?" The lady inquires "We have a wonderful Cajun medly"

"I'm just here for drinks, tonight, I think. Thank you. Another martini, please?"

"Of course, sir" she doesn't press. Apparently they're not big on the hard push. Possibly because the food is good enough they don't need to.

"This is my band," CC names some names, who is on what, a bit of praise for each "Now treat them nice, please... they work hard...there is no rest for the wicked after all."

And this leads into something unexpected, as she sings 'Ain't no rest for the wicked' but as a Jazz cover

Julius leans back in his chair, letting the music wash over him as he gets comfortably drunk.

The martinis and the music goes down smoothly. CC switches to a seductive favorite, 'Fever' . She's got stage presence!

Despite being a satyr, Julius appears to be a bit of a lightweight. He has slowed down to sipping, but already has a bit of a glaze over his gaze.

Not that this seems to be unwanted.

And then CC takes a break, this doesn't mean the music stops. The band plays for ten minutes without her, and the reason why is obvious. A buffer so the next singer doesn't feel like they have to compete. The woman who comes up next is sweet voiced, like a songbird. Perfectly mortal, but enchanted. But she doesn' have CC's stage skills

So the buzzed and glazed satyr might not realize at first he's got company, and not the waitress.