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[element_wizard]

To be perfectly honest the only reason why Alec turned up in Ruby's club was to avoid Sander Cohen. His father's friend was rather irate about a review one of Alec's reviewers wrote about his latest installation. The artist had been trying to corner him all week to politely ask, in his own definition of politely, why Alec had dared allow such filth to be printed. Because clearly the reviewer was wrong.

Sometimes it amazed Alec how Sander could speak in italics.

He'd been looking for an excuse to visit the club and avoiding Sander was always a good excuse to do anything. So a rather frazzled looking Alec Ryan, son of the totally not king of Rapture, dropped into one of the seats near the stage to watch the show. He was a rather distinctive looking individual with hair that just never seemed to stay neat and a scar that went over his left eye and down his cheek he got from the war.

Drink in hand he settled down to just completely hide and enjoy himself.

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[glamorsongstress]

Ruby can feel that her show is beginning to get a little old and a little tired. The only thing she disliked about being completely cut off from the world outside of Rapture was the far smaller pool of new music that was available. She wished, not for the first time, that Cole Porter had been among those invited down here. Her patrons didn't seem to complain too much, though, between the old jazz standards she sings and plays, the opportunities to drink and dance and mingle -- even her old gimmick, making her entrance by rising through the stage floor in a seashell like Aphrodite herself, after whom Ruby's club is named, nets her rapturous applause.

She sings around eight songs tonight, mostly slower ones, and comes back for a couple of encores before retiring backstage just long enough to change her outfit. Then she appears at the stage door, all bright smiles as she greets a regular, a stout old man who'd made his fortune in the canning business over at Neptune's Bounty, the smile becoming a little more forced as she yet again declines his offer to buy the club from her - that it really wasn't too much trouble for a woman to run the place, that she actually rather enjoyed it, and in any case she'd be going against her principles and Rapture's principles to even consider such a thing while she was enjoying so much success.

After accepting a few compliments, and declining a few gifts, from a couple of admirers, she makes her way towards the stage and leans against an empty table, lighting a cigarette, smiling across at Alec.