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The Shadow Ablaze takes up the entire bottom floor of a Skyscraper all on its own. Only people who can pay a lot of money are able to get in.

The floors are of dark, almost black, hardwood, and the walls are black stone. The lighting is done in rainbow colors. The music is jazz and played at a lower volume from speakers located throughout.

All the furniture is dark, and the seating is all plush and leather. There is seating on both sides of a large dance floor and a bar along one side. Only the best alcohols and hors d'oeuvres are served.

Roleplay!

Flynn rolled her eyes. Of course it wasn't a race. She didn't have anyone she needed to beat to spend time with her lovely girlfriend. "I know, but come on." It was certainly a bit out of her price range. But one of the things she'd wanted to do with Uri was do it all properly. It was why she even worked for the city council. Uri's family was well known council gentry and were more-or-less the richest people in the city. So she had to give Uri the best if she wanted a chance of Uri's parents letting her court their daughter.

The bouncer came up to Flynn and Uri and seemingly inspected them for a moment before letting them in. Flynn was pretty sure the hesitation was due to the fact she was covered in tattoos and this was technically a high class establishment -- or it could have been that the man had frequented The Heart of Ashes or The Soul and the Dragon back in the day and recognized that she had been a dancer there back in the day. But they were let in, so Flynn, hand clasped in Uri's, turned to her girlfriend. "Well, shall we head in?" She tried to mimic a posh way of speaking but failed miserably. Sometimes, it could show a bit that she was from the Slums originally.

"Anywhere you want," Flynn said quickly. Personally, she would prefer to be upstairs, but that was just her. She'd given up on sounding posh. It had nothing to do with pleasing Uri so much as trying not to sound like a horribly out-of-place Slums girl. Flynn tugged on her uniform slightly to make sure it was not out of place. Mostly because she knew she already stuck out like a sore thumb. She didn't need to look like she was not even capable of dressing nicely either (like she wasn't wearing the uniform she'd worn all day for work). She glanced around the establishment, proud to bring her girlfriend here but feeling hopelessly out of place.

Flynn nodded. Not her first choice but it was good enough. It was a good enough place, and she could still fire a gun with ease if need be. It was a good choice. She took her seat across from Uri. A moment later, a waitress arrived. "How may I help you?" said waitress asked.

Flynn looked helplessly at Uri, not entirely sure how the formal restaurant thing was supposed to work. She smiled at the waitress. "I think I'll be chivalrous tonight and let my girlfriend go first."

Flynn gave Uri a very relieved look. She probably would have just ordered "whatever is the most romantic" or "whatever is the most interesting" or "whatever is the most disgusting" had she not received Uri's advise. She just grinned and agreed with basically whatever Uri said for the duration of the time the waitress was at their table.

"So," Flynn agreed. "Soing is for people who don't know how to spell sewing." It was a stupid joke, but she thought it was funny enough. "This is fun, right?" She smiled nervously. She knew it was illogical as they'd known each other for ages and Uri had seen her withdrawal symptoms as she'd been huddled in a corner over a toilet and whatever else, but Flynn really, really wanted to impress Uri. Especially since they were actually dating now.

Flynn grinned and mock bowed. "I aim to please." She was still grinning when the waitress returned with the menus -- apparently she didn't need to get other food earlier for them since there appeared to be, according to the menu, some stupid rule about no drinks without food. At the very least, the food they got wasn't very much in quantity or so said the pictures. It was delicate in a way that Flynn thought strange. She wasn't used to the circles of society where substance was sacrificed for delicateness and whatnot. "I think there's like a dance floor or something here, right? It can't be all this stiff."

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((Yeah, I figured. You said you had to go, so since I'm replying to all my rps, I thought I'd remind you.))

((I have a reply written, but I'm going to post replies for everything all at once. Have just this one and Dermott's Flat to finish up))

Flynn nodded. "Fuck food. It'll be there when we get back, right? That's how it works. At least, it normal food places. But this clearly isn't one of them so yeah." Flynn was babbling, though it would take a lot for her to admit that one. "So let's go dance?" Flynn was blushing as red as her hair was, which was pretty damn red. She didn't like blushing, but there was that little thing called biology that said she had to. She wished it were just her ears that turned red like those lucky asshats from all those stories.

"Okay," Flynn agreed, seemingly calming down. She took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. "Yeah, okay. Let's go dance." She grinned and once again adjusted her police uniform. She twisted her long, red locks of hair. She stood up and offered a hand for Uri to take so that they could walk over to the dance floor. The walk she did to get to the dance floor was one she intended to be dignified. In actuality, it was much more of an eager bounce.

Flynn put her hands on Uri's hips, not around her neck. One of them had to lead, and generally, leading was more of Flynn's thing than Uri's even though Uri had had to raise her two younger siblings with the help of her older brother. Flynn hadn't been to a club this fancy. She was a good dancer, but this was a different type. She had so many more clothes on this time, but somehow, it was infinitely more intimate than any of her performances ever had been.

Flynn rolled her eyes at Uri's comment. Of course she could dance. This style, admittedly, was something she'd learned from videos and whatnot. Most of her dancing experience was wildly inappropriate and could get them thrown out of this place. Actually, she briefly wondered if she should try that just to see what the hell would happen. But then she decided it would be pretty shitty to get thrown out of the establishment on her first date with Uri. So she restrained the urge. "You can dance too." Flynn wouldn't admit it, but there was every chance that Uri was actually better with this particular style.

Flynn laughed. "At stripping and dancing suggestively? Duh. At formal dancing, I think I've never done it before works pretty well to describe my skill-level." Flynn's steps were graceful simply because that was how she was, but there was nothing polished or skilled about them. She sometimes stepped forward where she was meant to step back and vice versa, and though she may have been making a bit of a fool of herself since everyone else had clearly grown up on this kind of dance, Flynn enjoyed herself. She liked the way her torso was pressed against Uri's and the feel of Uri's warmth against hers.

((Okay, something needs to happen here to add some action? I feel as though this is getting seriously sappy))

((Hmm, maybe along that same vein, maybe it's an enemy from Flynn's not-so-good days and said person starts flirting with Uri, and then Flynn punches them, and gets kicked out, so they go home, Uri patches Flynn up, and then rp ends for a bit?))

Flynn was on Cloud Nine right up until she saw his face. He looked as out-of-place as she did here, and Flynn knew exactly why that was. They were both poor in the land of the rich, and both of their bearings reflected that. This was a man she had long since hated, the echo of a time in her past that she had long sought to banish, to vanquish. Flynn grimaced and looked down, auburn hair tumbling over her shoulder. The man came over, having against her will recognized her. "Shit, damn, fuck," Flynn hissed. As he got closer, she forced a smile onto her face.