The Club Life (Open~)

[Ballari O'Brian]

As soon as he shot up, Ballari yelped, falling onto her butt before scrambling back a few feet. She stared wide-eyed at Ty, until she realized what he was saying. Then she took a deep breath in, releasing it.

"Relax," she told him, ignoring the obvious trembling in her voice. Yeah, like she was one to be talking about relaxing; her hands were shaking, "I'm... I'm not going to tell anyone. We've met before."

Reaching into her bag, the dark haired woman lifted the corner of a pink cloak out. On the very edge, it had the word "Angel" embroidered in script, the white letters standing out.

[Ty Smith]

He fell flat on his butt, though not as fast to scramble to his feet. "Wow. What a coincidence. Thanks." He muttered, "I am one lucky-ass bastard," under his breath.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I'm just usually more careful. I meant to put that away before leaving. I really appreciate it."

[Ballari O'Brian]

Ballari nodded her head, swallowing the lump growing in her throat. At the moment, her mouth was dry was a sort of unconfident awkwardness. She wasn't sure what to say, or what to do; she had never met another Shy Guy out of uniform, and didn't know what the proper protocall was. Especially considering he was probably of a higher rank than her.

"It's... it's no problem," she assured him, glancing down at her bag as she tucked her cloak away. She glanced back up at him, eyes searching his face for a brief moment, "I just... didn't expect to meet another SG out of uniform."

[Ty Smith]

He nodded, wondering what to do now. He knew that they were of equal rank; everyone was equal except the black cloaks and the white cloaks.

"I don't think there is anything to expect. I mean, after all. Shy Guys aren't exactly the type to reveal their identities. I just majorly screwed up." He smiled weakly.

[Ballari O'Brian]

Ballari hesitated, then shook her head, "No you didn't. Well... I mean, we both kinda did, so..." Unsure what to say next, she merely halfway shrugged, one shoulder rising and falling in an awkward motion. "We know each other's identity now, so..." Yet again she trailed off.

Times like this, she really hated being... well, her. She was awkward, quiet. She wasn't used to being around people, save for her son or her clients, and the last group really didn't talk that much. They liked to get in, get out, and be done with it all. Granted, she had once been a social butterfly, but now... Yeah.