Small talk continues until Leo and Mialee reach Lliira's Lounge, a rather opulent-looking club that stands out from the surrounding dreariness. The sounds of music and many, many people can be heard, even from outside. A large bouncer (half-ogre?) is checking ID at the door, but at the sight of Mialee, he just waves her and Leo in.

"This is the tricky part," Lidda says, "because that bouncer really likes to help me with my stealth by pretendin' not to let me in, so's I gotta find a sneaky way. I think there's a vent they ain't barred up yet on the roof."

"Yeah, I guess it does seem weird that a secure buildin' would have vents a' adult human being could crawl through. But you don't know till you try, I guess."

Leo takes in Lliira's Lounge in all its glory.  The lights, the music, the people... some of whom are on the ceiling.  He lets out a long, low whistle.

"Well, this is quite the shindig! Ya wanna hit the dance floor first or get some drinks?"

"Well, okay!"  Marty scaled the building with relative ease.  After all you don't fail routine tasks even if you can't take ten on them.  Once on the roof she followed the halfling to the vent and helped her remove the grate. 

"So I guess I go first?"  She asked, slipping into the smallish ventilation shaft with more flexibility than she should have.  "I keep forgetting how much smaller and more flexible I am."

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"Ah, yes. The pink stuff." The bartender smiles, knowingly and produces two glasses and a bottle of liquid, which he pours. The color is undeniably pink.

Marty finds the grate not at all difficult to slip through. Clearly, this is not such a secure building.