Tau did in fact clean up pretty good in a charcoal grey blazer and slacks. The black dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and paired well with the steel buckle of his belt. The lion engraved on it made him smile. Tau had spoken with the security and they were ready for opening weekend. The few holdouts with an attitude hadn?t held out for long. It was likely a couple of them still had trouble hearing after that.

For now, he stood to the side watching over the club, the earpiece giving him a constant stream of chatter from the radio at his belt. Those golden eyes scanned the crowd, ever watchful. His other ear was left free, listening to the atmosphere of the room more than any particular sound. A smattering of the security guards wore similar outfits, but most of them were plainclothes. After thinking it over he?d decided the presence was more important than the image, and too much obvious security was as bad as too little.

For opening weekend he'd seen fit to keep the security presence tight and professional, instructing them to be as friendly as possible in any disputes. He'd given each of them a small handful of tickets signed by himself. The bartenders would know to offer a free drink to anyone accompanied by security who was cooperative and settled their issues quietly. It was his way of smoothing things over and a small price to pay for a smooth opening. He'd also instructed them to handle issues discretely. Though how that went was anyone's guess.

Lilith made her rounds, checking on the staff and patrons alike. Instead of her trademark jeans and a tank top, she was wearing a simple sleeveless black dress that was low cut but fell to her knees. Not too tight, not too loose. No Converse this time either; she wore little silver strappy sandals with a high heel. With her hair loose and flowing around her shoulders, she looked just as much in her element as when she was kicked back at a table in the Inn. It was nice to get dolled up once in a while, even if she wasn?t too sure she had used that curling iron correctly. Newfangled things. Bah.

Violet eyes surveyed the crowd, missing nothing. Her powers were completely queued up and she was in ?monitoring mode?, mentally sifting through heartbeats and adrenaline spikes to try to pinpoint any emergencies should they arise. Making her way back towards the front, she stopped in the employee den to check on the staff that was on break. Assured that things were running smoothly, she was about to head back up towards the front desk when the lights?shifted. They didn?t flicker, exactly, but it seemed that perhaps the club might be running on its backup power source instead of the usual grid.

Further down the hallway, she ducked into the electrical room and surveyed the equipment. Yup. Dials were on zero. Turning towards the other half of the room she breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that the magical failsafe was running like clockwork. It would last the rest of the weekend and she could look into the electrical issues on Monday should it still be a problem. Catching a member of security on the way back up front, she told him to call in the outage. It wasn?t an emergency, but the electrical company should know, all the same. She wondered idly if these were the same types of issues that people had been complaining about lately.

Snagging a glass of bubbly off of a passing tray, she headed up to the front desk. She gave Mason a soft bump with her hip. ?Is it going alright? Everyone behaving?? The hallway was empty since the club had reached capacity, so they had some room to talk.

Mason nodded and gestured towards the doors. ?I?ve had no issues so far. Weapons room is loaded. People are just here to drink and dance, Lilith. I don?t expect much trouble.? Stroking his stubble-marked chin he looked her over a little harder, that one scarred eye narrowing a little. ?You look like you?re doing better than when I found you in the freezer earlier this week. Are you ok? That hasn?t happened in a while.?

Lilith gulped the champagne, downing half the glass. ?Yeah, well. Thanks for taking care of my messy hide.? She attempted to smile through that, but it fell short. Mason was always the one who cleaned up after her messes. They had really been through it together over the years, trying to figure her out. Trying to keep the beast sleeping and sated. Deciding not to tell him why she had lost control, she moved on to more pressing matters. ?I. Um. I need?more. That was the last dose.? Looking up at Mason she didn?t bother hiding her fear; he always saw beneath the mask anyways.

Mason reached forward, cupping her face in his calloused hands. Leaning down, he pressed his lips gently against her forehead, then released her. ?I?ll figure it out. Look around you, at what you?ve made. Go enjoy it.? Giving her a soft shove towards the doorway, something that barely passed as a smile appeared on his gruff face. ?You look lovely.?

?Enjoy it.? Lilith muttered to herself as she headed back into the club, stopping at the railing. Watching the people below, she let herself feel the crowd, the chaos of the movement and sound. In the midst of the cacophony was her peace, and she would enjoy it while it lasted.