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The club is hardly what Erik is expecting. After the train ride (while not long, had taxed him somewhat), he's grateful to finally be at their destination. He pries his hat off, hanging it up when they wander in the door, his mouth slightly agape at his surroundings. Charles had explained it to him, of course, but seeing it is far different than a thought.

He glances over his shoulder to where Charles is entering, gesturing inwards. "Shall we get a drink? Or right to seeking our girl out?"

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"If we get a drink, we'll find her. She's walking on the counter at the moment, dark hair,"

Charles smirks at the look on his face and takes his arm to lead him to the counter.

Erik's gaze turns towards the bar with a hint of dismay. "Walking on the bar. What an elegant club we've found ourselves in," he notes evenly, though there is some amusement in his words. "I'll take a Scotch," he requests, "if you're buying."

"It has its own style, very New York. Two,"

He tells the bartender before sitting down on a stool.

Erik is hardly sure of what 'very New York' is meant to mean. He's been to the city, of course, but it's not very akin to what he sees here. "Is that to say modern?" he asks, taking drink in hand. "And surely we can order a bottle. We are staying the night."

"No, not apologizing for what it is and enjoying itself,"

The bartender is still watching them so Charles changes the order to a bottle.

Erik's smile is rather satisfied when the order changes. He turns so that his back is to the bar, casually draped out and feeling far more at ease than he usually does. "Is she up there now?"

"Yes, just leaning down to talk to a customer across from us, she has tattoos on her back,"

He raises his glass to show where Angel is.

Erik follows the line of sight, catching the tattoos and his breath latches in his throat. "Marvellous," he confesses with all the wonder that's due when seeing something like that. "Shall we offer her a private showing, then?"

"Oh yes, it will cost us a bottle of fizz but its worth it. We need the manager and I see him,"

Charles lifts his hand to wave the man over with a smile.

Erik is happy to ease back and watch the commotion around him while Charles occupies himself with his current task, rather amused at the whole of things before them. He's sure the manager will be hard-pressed to deny them their request, especially with such persuasion at work.

It doesn't take long before they're being led behind a curtain with a metal ice bucket of champagne and Charles waves the man away,

"For someone who likes to think of himself as not asking many questions, that manager is nosy."

"People always think themselves different from what they are," Erik replies, following after Charles. "There are very few truly self-aware in the world, I imagine yourself included."

Charles flops onto the bed with a hurt look though there's laughter in his eyes,

"Yes, I could be improved but then so could everyone. Call it even and come join me."

Erik stands at the foot of the bed, raising his brow as he regards Charles. "You can't be serious?" he asks with a disbelieving deadpan, cocking his head to the side. "What is she going to think?"

"Probably something near the truth," And at the moment, he doesn't particularly care as this is the kind of place people don't ask many questions.

Well, that is true.

Erik concedes that perhaps he ought to simply embrace the fact that they're being honest to who they are (behind this closed door) and he comfortably takes his spot beside Charles on the bed. "Well, it's a nice enough arrangement," he remarks, glancing around the room. "Not bad, if you're looking for work."

"Yes, just enough class to give it an edge,"

The feel of the minds here is nice, most of them are relaxed within themselves.

Erik lifts the bucket of champagne easily enough to help pour them starter glasses, giving Charles a curious look. "And how exactly do you imagine we start this conversation?"

"Honestly and then provide proof, she'll either listen and stay or laugh and leave. Though I think she's someone who's proud of what she can do and the chance to do more will appeal to her."

Erik can't help his subdued laugh at the notion of their plan. It all seems odd and mad, but then, his whole life seems that these days, surrounded by people like him, but still so very distant. "Well, then, let's hope she wants to join our cause."

"You did and I happen to believe she will,"

He leans against Erik, because together they will create a future and he likes that they can be close without it mattering much here.

"I joined you because Shaw had friends," Erik reminds Charles with a pointed look in his direction. "A wise man told me that it would suit me well if I did, too."

"Yes and so we're finding them,"

The curtain opens as Angel enters with flair and gives them a pointed look, "Its extra for two."

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Erik can't help his smile at the intrusion, thinking it's a rather timely point to come into the conversation. He turns on the charm as best as he can, offering to show her theirs if she shows them hers. He thinks it's as best as he can offer, lifting the bucket easily.

"More tea, vicar?" he offers to Charles.

"Don't mind if I do and I believe its my turn," He smirks at Angel as he projects an image of Erik looking attractive and a little strange in a blue minidress, red wig and boots.

Its an outfit inspired by Raven and when Angel cracks up, he nods and returns Erik to normal as he says, "You've never looked better, darling."