Fire Petals is an energetic nightclub filled with mostly twenty and thirty-somethings. It has a touch of class, so she's not as much a regular as there. The music isn't quiet, but you can hear one another talk off the dance floor, and the decor manages "vivid without garish." Like Dewei's club of choice, there's a pretty mosaic in the dance floor. And a full bar!

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"Here we go! It's not as...hmm...underground as the other one I go to." Ting grins. "But I forgive it!"

Yue looks around, admiring the place for what it is. "Like a yuppie breeding ground," he remarks. "I don't feel like kicking around the issue. Do you want to dance?"

Ting laughs. "Okay!" And trots off that way. The current song is pretty fast...just her speed.

Yue threads his way through the crowd, flashing smiles at some, cleavage at others, and generally toying with every single person he sees. Attention makes for better dancing. "So Ting," he calls to the mutt, "shall we dance together, or choose one of these willing dogs?"

"Let's find someone else! Fast songs are a good chance to figure out who's who and give people the slip on 'accident' so when a slow song comes, you know who to pounce." Ting laughs, and skitters out onto the dance floor, step quickly working towards something more graceful.

"Fabulous." Yue shakes his head, amused at Ting's club-savvy. He swishes his way into the central floor area, finds a short fellow and proceeds to lure him away from his apparent friends. 

As a dancer, Yue's movements aren't as long and graceful as Ting's... at least in this type of environment. They are not without grace, but tend towards quick steps and almost ritualistic hand movements. He is quite a spirited dancer, who is fond of whirling so that his dress plumes outward.

Ting, meanwhile, is having a good ol' time. Her arm movements still keep somewhat with being a fan dancer, often coy or alluring, but she's nothing if not peppy. Her steps are sure and flawless, but more than anything... she keeps her word, and scopes out the firld of guys, changing partners often.

Whether there are more guys following her or Yue is hard to say. But probably Yue. Ting is more kid-ish.

Yue moves from person to person, spending little time with any individual and more time with groups of people. He keeps his eyes on Ting though, largely because he's impossibly curious about how Felina's daughter could turn out so... pixie-ish.

When the music changes for the second time, Ting makes her way back over to Yue, and ends up dancing near him, in better spirits than she has been since the revenant boytoy kissing thing. She grins. "Yuppies, yup, but not too bad, huh?"

"They could be worse," Yue acknowledges. He steps to one side, so the fellow he had been dancing with has access to Ting. "I think you could walk out of here with half of them, dear."

"Of course, and I could get most of what's left if I just sang to them!" Ting laughs. "But, I think you have more fans this evening." She glances around, grinning at the eyes she sees, most trained on Yue.

"Do you really blame them?" Yue twirls, his hair billowing wildly like smoke in a strong wind, and ends up facing Ting.

"'Course not! Hmm..." Ting catches a couple of young guys staring particularly much at the two of them dancing, and also catches the thoughts of one. "Hmm. 'Scuse me for this I'm sorry in advance!" And she jumps up, snags Yue, and kisses him square on the lips.

One of the guys actually runs into the other, staring away too long in slack-jawed amazement. There's a three-person pileup. Ting cracks up.

Yue chuckles, amused at more than Ting probably knows. "Sorry for making an old angel's heart flutter? Or for the mess?"

"Well, neither of those!" Ting grins at him. "Wait, angel?" She senses the literalness. "Hmmm...I guess that would explain the funky signature! And why you're pretty, but your energy's...hm. Tingly!"

"No, dear... the tingling was your doing. The rest," Yue hops over the fallen fellows and resumes dancing, "is accurate." He wanders closer to her. "Tell me. When I kissed your friend, did it upset you?"

"Well...ah..." Ting squirms. Kinda hard to tell, because she's dancing, but she's still squirming. "It shouldn't have! 'Cause it's not like he's mine or anything." Not that she doesn't kinda want to poke that train farther...and of course, she could never compete with Yue, so talk about a screeching halt.

"Well... I should explain myself, then." Yue moves again a little closer to Ting, blowing kisses to the gathered men who seem incredibly interested in catching a repeat of Ting's bystander-destroying kiss. "He needed to be shocked out of his comfort zone. If... you don't mind stepping into my arms, you will understand."

Ting blinks, just perplexed. "Ahhh...okay?" And she steps towards him.

The strains of a slower song float over the floor, but few couples seem to notice. Most of the fellows seem more interested than the angel and the kitten than their dates, which earns an amusing 'in-stereo' smacking sound against a dozen cheeks.

Yue enfolds Ting in his arms, lowering his head to rest his cheek against her hair. "Do not be afraid, Ting. I am the same person I was a moment ago." He pulls her in tightly, in much the same way he had done Makyon earlier, and grins to himself. This has gotten him kicked there before, but usually is funny enough to warrant it.

Ting's eyes widen after a moment. She jumps, and literally squeaks. "Yeep! That's not your mace! But then I...eeee...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you were a girl!" kissing someone you like is so much different when you're the preferred sex.

About twenty eyebrows go up at that. Yue pulls Ting close again, which with their height differences pretty much puts Ting's face against his chest.

"Shh..! I am a girl. But I'm also something else." He whispers down to her, calmly, to keep her from freaking out too much more. "I wanted you to understand. Your parents knew, and Makyon knows now."

Ting giggles after a few moments. She'd already started dancing with him again, as soon as she'd picked up the discomfort with everyone else hearing. "Umm...right. Sorry. You caught me unawares!" She puts on a mock serious face. "But, that makes you being a lot prettier than me either much better or much worse!" She snickers. She's fine, she is.

"Ting," Yue chuckles, dancing with her as well, "I am prettier than everyone. You have nothing to worry about. I just wonder if your friend has recovered yet. Flashlight indeed!"

Ting snickers. She really does feel a lot better. "Probably not! But that's okay. Because it's really funny." She nods.

The song moves along, and of course Ting and Yue end up with the floor... who is going to contest them? Yue puts a bit of distance between them for comfort's sake, but holds onto Ting's shoulders. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am! You're a good dancer." Ting grins. "Are you?"

"Very much so," he nods. "The company is pleasant. Now, if I only had my fans, I think I could still swoon you even knowing my secret."

Ting's eyes widen. "Fans! I love fans!"

"You do?" Yue flips her carefully, pulls her back into his arms. "How so, dear?"

Ting lands the flip well. "I was really serious with them for years and years...dancing and fighting both! They're very pretty."

"Ah... I never fought with them. Only danced... I love the plumes, waving and singing..." he grins. "Your father should have mentioned that you are so charming. Now I am beginning to feel nervous."

Ting grins broadly. "I think he knows how charming you are, considering the way he turned red!"

Yue giggles musically at that one. "Heh... your mother and I used to tease him before he knew about me. Although she never kissed me like that. And I have this innate ability to fluster anyone I see fit."

"Yup! I wonder if Makyon's still having a fit?"

"Probably. Makyon is what I like to consider a perfect heterosexual, you can always tell from the reaction. The kind of man who has never even considered other possibilities for himself." The song begins to wind down, bit by bit. "They are the most fun. I think you think so, too."

"Of course! Shocking people is fun. Even if I was one of the shocked. Sorry about that, by the way." Ting laughs sheepishly.

"Save me a kiss sometime and we will call it even." Yue looks aside. "Next time we'll shoot for five fall-overs."

Ting grins impishly, although her cheeks color the slightest bit. "Three was a good first try, though!"

"Absolutely." He reaches up to touch her cheek, very briefly, as the song comes to an end. He smiles his most radiant smle for her.

Ting can't help but blush. She does have a shy side, it just doesn't come out very often. "Soo...want to get a drink? I want some milk!" She grins.

"Absolutely." Yue nods, and steps away from her completely to provide a small curtsy. He looks about for a second in search of the bar, and takes the initiative to head over, calling for the barkeep.

Ting trots along beside, humming quietly to herself.

The barkeeper, however wearied by the night's work, can't help but smile when the two most beautiful ladies in the place walk up...and they get prompt service. "Good evening to you, my lovely ladies! What can I get for you?"

"Milk, please, and..." Yue leans against the bar, pondering to himself. "Tequila, straight up." He smiles prettily.

Ting grins. "And could you put some Bailey's cream in the milk, please?" she purrs. She knows what he likes.

The barkeep blinks, then grins. "Right...coming right up, ladies!" He's a generic fellow if there ever was one.

Yue snickers, thinking exactly that, as he slides onto a barstool. "So... Ting. I've missed out on your entire life, you know. Would you care to fill in some blanks for poor little Yue?" Little's ass, but sure.

Ting's on a stoll as well...looks up at Yue. Leans forward, which makes her even shorter proportionally, and reaches way up to pat his head. "Of course, little Yue." She giggles, and ponders. "Hmm...well. I don't know. That's a lot of life! Well, a lot to me, anyway. Hee. Well...mom started Dewei and I on sorcery and fighting almost since we could walk, of course. She said the magic stuff was inseseparably part of us, and even though we didn't have to fight anyone if we didn't want to, she said that we should be able to protect ourselves just because we're cooler than most people."

"That you are! I couldn't imagine her with children, you know, but if I did I would have taken her for a 'teach them to beat bad people good' sort of parent." Yue looks down on Ting. "It is sort of strange to loom over everyone. The unfortunate thing is that it puts my breasts at eye level."

"Half the population doesn't mind, and the other half is just jealous." At this point, the barkeeper brings their drinks. "Yay!" Spot sips hers most happily.

Yue smiles at him, and takes a long chug of the tequila bottle. "Goddess," he grumbles, "it still burns!" Shakes his head, silken hair whipping crazily about. "So Ting. Which half does that put you in?"

"Drink your tequila. I'm telling a story, you remember." Ting grins at her own cop-out. "Mmm...a few years after mom had to put dad in stasis, Ding and I were both invited to join the Derrias. He didn't, I did. And, I'm still there now."

Yue is in the middle of drinking another swig when Ting mentions the Derrias. He very nearly sprays liquor all over the bar.

"Derrias...?" Sure he knows. "They are on speaking terms with your mother, then?"

"Nope! Ever since she beat the hell out of them for getting on her last nerve by trying to nose in on her dad's gardens that time, they leave her pretty much the hell alone," Ting purrs. This had been soon after Saea had died, and the only surviving Ono hadn't been in the mood. "They sent one really nasty assassin against her, but that was about it. But! Actually being there, even though I'm really low on the proverbibal totem pole, and it's a pretty big organization, I'm still able to usually get a pretty good idea of when the heat's on and off my family." Ting smiles. "And! I really have gotten a lot stronger since I joined."

"And you aren't afraid that they might seek to harm you, like they did your mother and grandfather?" Yue is genuinely concerned here. He hadn't the strength back then, but if he had, he would have personally wiped out the entire organization.

Ting shakes her head. "No. I've looked into it...a lot." To be honest, part of the reason she'd joined was to scope out any threat to she and, especially, her brother. "Their problem was with grandfather, and with mother because she was his construct and so theoretically an extension of him. Dewei and I are the children of a construct, but we aren't constructs in any way ourselves. Our personality traits are drawn from more than one source and put together as randomly as anyone's, so the worry that we're little Tel-tiono's can't extend to us. A big part of the reason I joined was actually to help smooth out relations with them a bit more. Which...worked, at least a bit."

"It is sitll a little unsettling." Yue sets down his bottle, about half empty. "So while we are discussing you, what is the story with you and this Makyon character? Is it such that I don't have a shot at either of you?"

Ting actually blushes a little at this. "Oh...I don't know, really. We met him in a place called the Aurian Marsh, 'cause the lich who'd reanimated him poisoned our land and a visitor and we had to squish him to fix it. Makyon was our enemy there. But, I think he helped us here and there throughout. Dewei and I got separated once and I got in a serious-ass fight with the lich lord, and even though I won I was in really, really bad shape." Her ears press back just a little at the memory. "Makyon saved me there." She nods. "He drew a healing circle that probably saved my life."

"Intriguing," Yue nods, "but not what I meant, and you know it. Come along, sweetheart, spill it."

"Eh-heh." Ting grins sheepishly. "Well...the first time we fought in the marsh, he actually kissed me, because it was funny and pissed me off too. Makyon's mom's apprentice now, so we're together a lot." Her blush deepens a touch. "He kissed me again yesterday, and I'm still trying to figure out whether he was joking."

"So you're both off limits." Yue tilts his head over, mock-sighing. "Ah, unrequited lust, be thou ever my mortal foe." He takes another drink, grinning over at the bartender.

The bartender is caught staring, and looks quickly away, vividly red.

"That's what tequila is for!" Ting chirps cheerfully.

"True." Yue's eyebrow goes up. "Want some?"

"Nah, I'm good." Ting grins, and raises her own Bailey's and milk glass. "It's good to be a kitty cat!"

"I can imagine. Mm... Ting, dear, if you will excuse me... I have been asleep for some time, and I badly, badly need to purge myself of poisons. I should go and find a willing person before I begin to make you feel awkward." The fallen angel leaves a bit of money on the counter, plus a tip of course. This time he'd been thoughtful enough to pick up hard currency before showing up.

"Huh? Oh!" Ting blushes, mostly at being slow on the uptake. "Right. Have fun!" She settles in with her milk, and smiles at a rather cute gentleman she'd run into earlier. Not as cute as Makyon, of course.

"Thank you, dear." Yue touches her cheek again, lingering, but impossibly gentle. His fingertips are like velvet. "You don't have to wait up if you would prefer not to. Farewell for now." And he swishes his way back to the floor. Within moments he has his train again, and sets to choosing.

Ting yawns, and swirls her milk a bit with a claw. Yue's nice, anyway, new friend. Still, Makyon...had he been joking, or not?

Ting spends the next couple of hours debating male company for herself. Back and forth...she really wouldn't mind some. And it's not like she and Makyon are actually an item or anything. Even though any warm-blooded male would have reacted to someone who looks like Yue kissing them out of the blue, and she knows that...she's still trying to work through a little hurt. But why hurt, anyway? She had told Ai the kiss had been a silly joke. She shouldn't have let herself be talked into otherwise...just because she'd rather wished it true.

And yet...something inside her just stubbornly won't let her give herself to someone else tonight.

Oh well.

She ends up on the roof. Any sulking, though, is broken up before long by a certain fellow who happens to be the only person in the universe who shares her exact racial background, and between the brotherly company and the alcohol in her system, she cheers right back up.

Finally... "Let's start a bar fight!"

"You're drunk, Spot." His expression is mildly amused, though.

"Yes, but it would be fun! And I'm not drunk just tipsy."

"You still want to blow up the tavern."

"I do not! Besides, it's a nighclub not a tavern."

"Yes, well...Ting!" He laughs softly, and then just shakes his head, jumping off the roof after her and just hoping to keep the peace as she wanders back inside...and is immediately set upon by some flirted-with gentleman from earlier when she was still deciding whether she wanted company.

Inside, Yue is sitting at the bar again, muttering angrily to himself. A fresh bottle of tequila sits in front of him, and there is a dark bruise underneath his right eye. He doesn't notice the kittens come in.

Ting's eyes widen when she catches Yue's profile, and she scampers over that way, Dewei following at a less-sprinting pace. "Meep! That's not a good face decoration!"

Yue looks at Ting, smiles a little, and looks back to the bar. "You ought to see the other guy, then." He sighs a little bit. "Some guys talk, you know, about being open minded. Until finding out something about the hot girl they're with gets five of them into a fighting mood."

"Eee...I'm sorry..." this is the first time it really occurs to her that despite having everything a girl could ever want in the looks department...not being a girl keeps his life from being anything remotely resembling a pleasant stroll through the park. She slides onto the stool beside him, and pats his knee. "Well...you're still way sexier than any of them ever thought about being, right?" Her ears perk, admittedly artificially. "Dewei, fix him."

The younger twin doesn't know who this is or what's going on, but nods quietly, and any injuries Yue's sustained small or large work on knitting themselves much faster than ting could have managed.

Ting smiles, and tips her head in the cutest possible way.

Yue is pretty tough, really, and would not have asked for healing, but does smile a little at them for it. "This is your brother, then?" He holds out his hand to be taken, as ever. "I'm Yue."

Dewei smiles, though still mindful of the situation, takes Yue's hand lightly in both of his, and bows politely. "Dewei. A pleasure, I'm sure."

Yue tuts, smirking openly. "That is a very good attitude. When did you get here, then, Dewei? Ergh... scratch that. Ting, did you want to leave?"

"Sure! Want me to curse anyone so all the underwear he ever puts on is scratchy. Well..." she ponders. "I maybe can't do that. But Ding can! Can we please?"

"Fun," Yue shakes his head, "but I already kicked his ass in front of his friends. So..." He looks at them both, expression nothing short of imploring. "Let's just go?"

Ting nods. "Going, then, yes." She makes a funky face at the crowd in general. "You people don't know a good thing when you see it!" And then they all poof very melodramatically--a little smoke cloud and all--back to Helantri Deru.