Nikki swaggers in to the White Rabbit, already half-drunk, wearing a black t-shirt with a large logo of a hand extending its middle finger.
She struts up to the bar, and shouts over the music, her Scandinavian accent light but noticeable. "Hey, barman! I need a double of vodka. No, not that cheap shit, the next one up!"
She pays for her drink and sits down at a table, her legs crossed on the chair next to her, drunkenly ogling the girls on the stage.

She had been sitting at the bar talking with Rachel when this tall, blonde, nordic woman comes into the club screaming. Rachel looks at Alice and Alice smiles. rachel pours the drinks and Alice takes them over to her table.
"Here you go hun," she says in a sugary sweet voice.

"Thanks, beautiful," Nikki says as she accepts the drink. She tips nicely but not outrageously.
"So this is the place to be, isn't it?" she says as she settles in an even more undignifed pose in her chair. "Nice place, feels real good."

"You're welcome sweetie. I hope you enjoy The White Rabbit," she smiles to the woman, pausing to glace at the dancers. "If you want to oogle women all day and maybe get a lap dance. This is indeed the place to be."
She takes the tip and tucks it into the waistband of her mini shirt. She's not dressed like the other strippers. Her mini shirt isn't a micro mini like the dancers and her green, short sleeved sweater doesn't even show half as much cleaveage. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail with stylish bangs swept to the side to tickle her temples. No break neck high, super high heels. A modest pair of strappy sandles instead. She steps back, pulling out her cigarette case and bringing a fragrant pink cigarette to her lips. She lights it with a plain BIC lighter.
"If you'll need anything else tonight," she says through a thin exhale of smoke. "Please let me know, my name is Alice."

"Well, well...pleased to meet you, Alice, pretty, pretty Alice," she slurs amicably. "My name's Nikki, and I think this place is just great."

A moment passes, but before Alice leaves, she speaks up.
"Actually," she looks up at Alice, seeming much more sober than she appeared just a moment ago, her eyes gleaming with mischievous glee, "is there a boss or an owner I can talk to? I'd just really love to congratulate him on the great club. This place is something else."  

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"Hmm, Gand maybe in his office. I'll have someone call him down for you," she says as she nods to Rachel. rachel buzzes Gand in his office.
"I'm glad you are enjoying yourself here."

Gand had been watching the two downstairs from his office. They wouldnt have noticed but one of the many discreet cameras was tracking Nikki ever since she crossed the threshold.

Gand, feeling sociable will select a bottle of Russian Vodka he would bet Nikki will enjoy from his office's stock and bring it, as well as three short glasses down with him....

Nikki looks up. "Is that the bossman coming down the stairs right now, pretty pretty Alice?"

She pulls up a chair and crosses her legs. "Yep, thats Gand." She smiles softly.

"Great," Nikki says with a wide grin. "Can't wait to meet him."

Gand comes down the stairs looking around like a paranoid animal as he gets to the floor...

But he seems satisfied with tonights crowd will join Alice and Nikki, dragging a chair over next to Alice and placing down the bottle and glasses.

'The bottles for you, assuming you didnt call me down here to complain about the talent.'

Gand says playfully to Nikki.

"Why thank you, Mr. Gand, I believe this young lady said? That is very thoughful, and quite nearly my favorite brand of vodka!"
She looks around the club. "No complaints about the talent, no, they are all very beautiful, and I have not noticed the customer men getting nasty with them, which means to me you run a tight ship and have some respect for your girls. I like that."
She looks over at Gand, watching his reactions. "This club has such wonderful energy to it, don't you think?"

Gand chuckles and pours out the vodka into the three short glasses, since he saw her drinking it neat from upstairs he figures she wont object...

'Youve been here ten minutes and youve got the whole place pegged?'

He grins when she mentions the places energy, lifting his glass to his lips.

'I think its all the location really..'  

"Well, no, of course I do not have the whole place pegged. But I have been in a lot of much sleazier joints. I guess I'll just have to spend more time here to, how did you say, peg it." She smiles at Gand and takes a shot of the vodka, smacking the glass back down on the table with a satisfied look.
"Yes, Mr. Gand, it is a very special location, I think."

'Just Gand. Or..'

He sets down his emptied glass and offers his hand.

'Gand the Great.'

He can almost feel Alice rolling her eyes...

And she does with a mild scoff, but it is quickly followed with a slow grin as she snatches the bottle from Gand and pours herself a big, tall shot. She downs it with only a slight wince.
"You know its good when it tastes like jet fuel," she says with a smirk.

Nikki smirks slightly, taking Gand's hand and giving it a vigorous shake. "Gand the Great? You will forgive me if I do not call you that, it sounds too much like stage magician with bunny pulled out of hat." She laughs.

Nikki's comment made her laugh, but she quickly caught her guffaw and stopped it. She turns to Gand, smiling that charming smile of hers.
"I do believe she DOES have you pegged," she smirks and pulls out another pink smoke.

"Oh, but I forget my manners. Gand, I am Nikki. It is a pleasure to meet you. I just moved here from Oslo, and I am very happy to have found a special place like this here. " She smiles, eyeing the club contentedly.

Gand gives a quick playful glare to Alice. Gand the Great, gand the all seeing, Gand the pervert, Gand the keeper of the Node, gand the paranoid coke addict. Plenty of names really...

'Oslo?' Gand asks, obviously hes never heard of it.