Feeling very vulnerable, just standing down there alone, Shay waited until some other people came down the way she had, and then just followed along with their group.
She didn't think she was fooling anyone...it wasn't that large a group, and anyone who was a part of it would know she didn't belong, but by keeping to the end, she thought she looked like a comfortable loner just making their way into the club.
The ride up the elevator was strange. She felt as if everyone was looking at her. Though that kind of feeling wasn't unusual for riding an elevator, and having everyone else standing behind you. She breathed a sigh of relief once the doors opened, and she could exit.
Quickly making her way to the bar, the music nice, and loud, she ordered a Chevis on the rocks, and took a seat. She hoped she wasn't too early, and that Dani and Claire joined her soon. Going to unfamiliar bars, on her own, was not her common practice, and she felt very out of place.
Celebrating Friendships and New Acquaintences
Delighted her shopping expedition yielded such a grand number of new acquaintances, Shay had immediately found a red leather top and hat to go with her black leather skirt and new red shoes. A red ostrich boa completed her outfit, and she hoped she'd look like she belonged in this club she was trying to find now.
She had followed Dani's directions, and found a loose manhole cover, though she felt very odd climbing down into it. She did, none the less, and when she found herself at the bottom, involuntarily shivered. Maybe it hadn't been the wisest idea to venture here alone.
But...she was here now...so...she looked around.
Shay
18 years ago
Shay
18 years ago
As she sat and waited, she turned her focus on the patrons. Shay immediately became quite curious about many of them.
While some appeared to be as she was...just there for a good time...Shay got the impression there was a lot of other things...hidden things...going on simultaneously. She briefly wondered if she had finally found her vampires...the ones she had only heard whispers of.
As she sipped her drink her eyes rarely blinked. A small part of her held some fear at bay, but overall she was too enamored of possibly seeing what she had moved here for, to be truly frightened.
She sat pretty much by herself, there at the bar. The seats closest to her were empty. The others there were involved, either with dancing, talking, or a few looked to be engaged in foreplay. But Shay didn't mind. She would learn more without the distraction of answering to someone. At least for now. Talking to people here would definitely become a requirement at some point. But she would need to become a recognized inhabitant of the place, before she thought anyone would approach her.
Though she hadn't been there long enough to even finish one drink, she wondered where Dani and Claire were. She hoped they hadn't changed their minds at the last minute. She also looked around for Addison, but didn't see him there either. Now that would be disappointing. She was looking forward to getting better acquainted, as much as gathering information for her book.
While some appeared to be as she was...just there for a good time...Shay got the impression there was a lot of other things...hidden things...going on simultaneously. She briefly wondered if she had finally found her vampires...the ones she had only heard whispers of.
As she sipped her drink her eyes rarely blinked. A small part of her held some fear at bay, but overall she was too enamored of possibly seeing what she had moved here for, to be truly frightened.
She sat pretty much by herself, there at the bar. The seats closest to her were empty. The others there were involved, either with dancing, talking, or a few looked to be engaged in foreplay. But Shay didn't mind. She would learn more without the distraction of answering to someone. At least for now. Talking to people here would definitely become a requirement at some point. But she would need to become a recognized inhabitant of the place, before she thought anyone would approach her.
Though she hadn't been there long enough to even finish one drink, she wondered where Dani and Claire were. She hoped they hadn't changed their minds at the last minute. She also looked around for Addison, but didn't see him there either. Now that would be disappointing. She was looking forward to getting better acquainted, as much as gathering information for her book.
Danielle
18 years ago
Danielle stepped out of the limo and adjusted her plaid skirt in an effort to stay somewhat decent. While some people pulled off the leather look well, she was of the opinion that she looked like something of a poseur trying to be a dominatrix or something. Not that her current school girl outfit, complete with saddle shoes, could exactly be called dignified, but considering she looked about twelve anyway she reasoned that she might as well go with what worked.
Fixing her headband one last time, she waited for a group of friends to go through the entrance into the sewers and asked them to leave the cover open, as there was no way she was going to be able to lift it.
She beamed a smile at Claire before gesturing to the entrance; she had wanted to go first on her first trip down, though her companion might feel differently.
"After you?"Â?
/ooc permission to be in Claire's company
Fixing her headband one last time, she waited for a group of friends to go through the entrance into the sewers and asked them to leave the cover open, as there was no way she was going to be able to lift it.
She beamed a smile at Claire before gesturing to the entrance; she had wanted to go first on her first trip down, though her companion might feel differently.
"After you?"Â?
/ooc permission to be in Claire's company
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus sat in the darkened corner booth watching the crowd. He had disposed of the earlier occupants of the booth, a young couple of toughs who were not as tough as they thought they were. After drinking his full he sent them both home in a cab called by the waitress. Cute waitress who had almost crawled into his lap, so devout in her service. She was good to lick and nibble, but Cyrus didn't want to get her fired by knocking her out for the evening.
He had her send drinks to every woman that was cute and in the club by herself. She gleefully set about fetching more for him. Such a good girl she was. Perhaps it was wrong of him, but she had suggested it. Plus it may bring him more food. He was always hungry, damn insatiable thirst.
Tonight he was dressed in the best he had brought with him from home. His dark gray leather pants were buttery soft, possibly because they had been made centuries ago. His white silk shirt laced up the front with a black leather string, which matched the cuffs that laced closed at the wrist as well. His boots were black leather and only served to make him look more biker than pirate. His black coat lay folded neatly on the shelf above and behind the booth.
He smiled lazily at the waitress as she brought him another bottle of Kirin and informed him of the reaction by the ladies she had served so far. He warned her not to disclose his identity just yet, wanting to toy with his prey first.
Off she went to deliver more free drinks. Specifically to the woman in the red top and short black skirt at the bar.
He had her send drinks to every woman that was cute and in the club by herself. She gleefully set about fetching more for him. Such a good girl she was. Perhaps it was wrong of him, but she had suggested it. Plus it may bring him more food. He was always hungry, damn insatiable thirst.
Tonight he was dressed in the best he had brought with him from home. His dark gray leather pants were buttery soft, possibly because they had been made centuries ago. His white silk shirt laced up the front with a black leather string, which matched the cuffs that laced closed at the wrist as well. His boots were black leather and only served to make him look more biker than pirate. His black coat lay folded neatly on the shelf above and behind the booth.
He smiled lazily at the waitress as she brought him another bottle of Kirin and informed him of the reaction by the ladies she had served so far. He warned her not to disclose his identity just yet, wanting to toy with his prey first.
Off she went to deliver more free drinks. Specifically to the woman in the red top and short black skirt at the bar.
Mathias
18 years ago
Mathias made his way inside the club. The House Of Pain wasn't his normal hangout,if he could be said to have one. He preferred quiet reflection and contemplation,which Ellis continually teased him about - her "Monk" she called him. Perhaps more interaction with Nachton's "nightlife" was in order. Besides Ellis would most likely be here and he wanted to talk about the job.
Taking a place at the bar he noticed someone who seemed out of place.He could almost smell her nervousness.
Must be new,fresh meat for the Beast I suppose
You could be a gallant knight and rescue her
Now is not the time....
Mathias resolved to at least keep an eye on this one,there were far less accommodating creatures than himself about.
Taking a place at the bar he noticed someone who seemed out of place.He could almost smell her nervousness.
Must be new,fresh meat for the Beast I suppose
You could be a gallant knight and rescue her
Now is not the time....
Mathias resolved to at least keep an eye on this one,there were far less accommodating creatures than himself about.
Shay
18 years ago
The waitress surprised Shay when she approached. An even bigger surprise was the drink she wanted to give her...from a 'secret' admirer.
Shay eyed the girl with some suspicion. Having once been a cop, she was always cautious, but being in a bar, she had to expect some of this type of interaction...it came with the territory. However, waiting for Danielle, and Claire, Shay didn't want anyone to get the wrong impression, so she politely declined.
"I'm sorry, but I am waiting for some friends. Please tell the kind person thank you, but I would rather take a rain check."
Shay hoped that was a subtle enough rejection. She didn't want to upset anyone, or give the impression she was ungrateful.
She continued to nurse the drink she had, as she looked around the room further.
Shay eyed the girl with some suspicion. Having once been a cop, she was always cautious, but being in a bar, she had to expect some of this type of interaction...it came with the territory. However, waiting for Danielle, and Claire, Shay didn't want anyone to get the wrong impression, so she politely declined.
"I'm sorry, but I am waiting for some friends. Please tell the kind person thank you, but I would rather take a rain check."
Shay hoped that was a subtle enough rejection. She didn't want to upset anyone, or give the impression she was ungrateful.
She continued to nurse the drink she had, as she looked around the room further.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus watched his offering be refused, though he could not make out the reply with the noise level this high. He licked the inside of his long incisor tooth and contemplated her. She looked tasty but if she wasn't going to be receptive far be it from him to push her. From the last report from his faithful waitress, there were already two women panting to meet him. Upon her next stop by the booth he would have her send one over.
Plus with the fresh meat walking in the door every minute, Cyrus did not dwell too long over it. Perhaps he would check her out closely later.
Plus with the fresh meat walking in the door every minute, Cyrus did not dwell too long over it. Perhaps he would check her out closely later.
Shay
18 years ago
Having finished her drink, and still no sign of Danielle or Claire, Shay debated visiting the dance floor. So far everyone seemed relatively content with their partners...some more so than others...but she didn't think it would cause any stir if she chose to dance alone. And the music was really getting to her now...she could hardly keep her feet still.
Besides, maybe someone would join her...or, at the least by the time she was finished, her friends might have arrived.
She hadn't brought a purse. Her leather skirt had a small pocket that she used for her id and cash. So there was nothing to worry about as she slid off the stool. Casually strolling onto the dance floor, she chose an area off to the side, and less crowded, if there was such a thing. Wrapping her boa around her neck, to prevent it from falling off, she immediately got into the music and began to move with the rhythm. Arms over head, and eyes closed, she let the sounds overwhelm her, as her hips swayed. A smile crept onto her lips. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself this type of freedom, and tonight she was going to enjoy it, fully.
Besides, maybe someone would join her...or, at the least by the time she was finished, her friends might have arrived.
She hadn't brought a purse. Her leather skirt had a small pocket that she used for her id and cash. So there was nothing to worry about as she slid off the stool. Casually strolling onto the dance floor, she chose an area off to the side, and less crowded, if there was such a thing. Wrapping her boa around her neck, to prevent it from falling off, she immediately got into the music and began to move with the rhythm. Arms over head, and eyes closed, she let the sounds overwhelm her, as her hips swayed. A smile crept onto her lips. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself this type of freedom, and tonight she was going to enjoy it, fully.
Claire
18 years ago
Claire looked down at the black corset with deep purple brocade. She distinctly remembered wearing shirts under these the first time they came into fashion but she supposed that times changed and when garments became once more the style it was generally with some modification from the original.
The black hose,tights, as Dani had called them, were not exactly covered by the sheer black 'skirt' that was slit all the up on both sides with deep purple trim. She wasn't exactly sure what the point of the skirt was since it didn't cover anything but she felt better for it being there. Claire was aware that clothing had become more revealing and increasingly incomprehensible to her but she was still wondering how she let Dani talk her into this outfit when they had gotten to the sewer entrance.
"Oh, Thank you."
Seeing the heavy grate that needed to be shoved back in place, Claire smiled.
"You first that way if I injure myself on these shoes there will be someone to help me up."
The black knee high leather boots did actually have two inch heels, though they were wider than some she had seen on other women, it was still odd to be walking on them. Already tall, she now felt like she towered over her new friend but was assured that they made her legs look great.
/ooc: Dani's clothing choices done with permission and consultation. Thank you for the fashion help, Dani.
The black hose,tights, as Dani had called them, were not exactly covered by the sheer black 'skirt' that was slit all the up on both sides with deep purple trim. She wasn't exactly sure what the point of the skirt was since it didn't cover anything but she felt better for it being there. Claire was aware that clothing had become more revealing and increasingly incomprehensible to her but she was still wondering how she let Dani talk her into this outfit when they had gotten to the sewer entrance.
"Oh, Thank you."
Seeing the heavy grate that needed to be shoved back in place, Claire smiled.
"You first that way if I injure myself on these shoes there will be someone to help me up."
The black knee high leather boots did actually have two inch heels, though they were wider than some she had seen on other women, it was still odd to be walking on them. Already tall, she now felt like she towered over her new friend but was assured that they made her legs look great.
/ooc: Dani's clothing choices done with permission and consultation. Thank you for the fashion help, Dani.
Danielle
18 years ago
Danielle couldn't help but smile a little at Claire's reasoning; the taller woman seemed so graceful and statuesque in those boots and was a much better match for the corset and skirt look. Even so, she couldn't help but be somewhat concerned; though Claire had taken to the clothes well enough, there did seem to be a bit of discomfort there if her comment was anything to go by.
"I do hope you're not terribly uncomfortable. I bet no one would notice if you kicked those boots off once we got to the bar; half of the patrons seem to lose their shoes after a few hours of dancing anyway."Â?
That said, she dropped into the sewers, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. They were close enough to the entrance that she should see the bouncer, a testy big fellow named Max, and she gave him a merry wave while she waited for Claire to come down.
"I do hope you're not terribly uncomfortable. I bet no one would notice if you kicked those boots off once we got to the bar; half of the patrons seem to lose their shoes after a few hours of dancing anyway."Â?
That said, she dropped into the sewers, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. They were close enough to the entrance that she should see the bouncer, a testy big fellow named Max, and she gave him a merry wave while she waited for Claire to come down.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Two very young ladies stood in front of his booth, smiling happily at him as the waitress left them, like presents. All gift wrapped in leather and cotton. His grin was feral, causing the one in a plaid miniskirt to look down at her shoes. Silly platform things he noticed.
Wanting to enjoy this meal he stood, putting his beer bottle back on the table. "Lets dance ladies"
The girl in the leather pants licked her lips as he spoke. Of course she could also be looking at his chest or abs since his shirt was not buttoned. With a grin and lick of his fang he shrugged the soft silk off, revealing well defined shoulders, arms and an 8 pack of abs. He carefully folded the shirt, concealing the three knives secreted inside pockets. Laying it atop his coat caused leather girl to groan. 'She must really like muscles' he chuckled silently.
Holding an arm out to each lady, his golden eyes heavy with anticipation. "Leave the shoes here."
Both girls slipped out of their shoes and then slipped into his outstretched arms. He snaked his arms tightly around their waists, held tight and lifted them both off the ground. OK, so he used a bit of power to help keep them steady, but he didn't think that was cheating. Merely using all the available resources.
Once the three of them reached the dance floor he slowly released them, and each girl slid down his legs. The girl in leather moaned while the plaid tried to grab at him to hold on and keep her skirt down at the same time. Neither of which worked.
Knowing she was going to need extra attention, Cyrus faced his plaid wearing girl, noting the wide blue eyes and freckles that matched her pale brown hair nicely. Swaying to the beat of the music, the trio danced sensuously together, becoming more familiar and intimate with each song.
Wanting to enjoy this meal he stood, putting his beer bottle back on the table. "Lets dance ladies"
The girl in the leather pants licked her lips as he spoke. Of course she could also be looking at his chest or abs since his shirt was not buttoned. With a grin and lick of his fang he shrugged the soft silk off, revealing well defined shoulders, arms and an 8 pack of abs. He carefully folded the shirt, concealing the three knives secreted inside pockets. Laying it atop his coat caused leather girl to groan. 'She must really like muscles' he chuckled silently.
Holding an arm out to each lady, his golden eyes heavy with anticipation. "Leave the shoes here."
Both girls slipped out of their shoes and then slipped into his outstretched arms. He snaked his arms tightly around their waists, held tight and lifted them both off the ground. OK, so he used a bit of power to help keep them steady, but he didn't think that was cheating. Merely using all the available resources.
Once the three of them reached the dance floor he slowly released them, and each girl slid down his legs. The girl in leather moaned while the plaid tried to grab at him to hold on and keep her skirt down at the same time. Neither of which worked.
Knowing she was going to need extra attention, Cyrus faced his plaid wearing girl, noting the wide blue eyes and freckles that matched her pale brown hair nicely. Swaying to the beat of the music, the trio danced sensuously together, becoming more familiar and intimate with each song.
Shay
18 years ago
She hadn't been dancing very long, when Shay opened her eyes. It took a minute for them to readjust to the lights in the club, but once they had they focused on an extremely striking man, dancing bare chested with two girls.
Not missing a beat, Shay continued to dance herself, but found her movements were syncing up with the man's. She stopped for a second, and began to dance, but again she found herself moving to his beat, and not that of the music. It was an odd feeling, but she went with it, her eyes never leaving him.
She had to wonder at the type of man he was, to flaunt himself so...as well as to dance with not one girl, but two. Though she had no way of knowing, both girls looked 'quite' young...at least six or seven years younger than her. Of course that could have easily been a trick of the lighting as well.
She broke her gaze for just a few seconds, and looked around for Danielle, and Claire. She was beginning to wonder if something had happened to them. Unfortunately she had not exchanged cell numbers with them, but for that matter she didn't have her cell phone with her anyway. That was a sloppy mistake on her part...she never left home without it.
Her eyes gravitated back to the shirtless man, and she became one with the music again, as she felt a slight rush on her skin.
Not missing a beat, Shay continued to dance herself, but found her movements were syncing up with the man's. She stopped for a second, and began to dance, but again she found herself moving to his beat, and not that of the music. It was an odd feeling, but she went with it, her eyes never leaving him.
She had to wonder at the type of man he was, to flaunt himself so...as well as to dance with not one girl, but two. Though she had no way of knowing, both girls looked 'quite' young...at least six or seven years younger than her. Of course that could have easily been a trick of the lighting as well.
She broke her gaze for just a few seconds, and looked around for Danielle, and Claire. She was beginning to wonder if something had happened to them. Unfortunately she had not exchanged cell numbers with them, but for that matter she didn't have her cell phone with her anyway. That was a sloppy mistake on her part...she never left home without it.
Her eyes gravitated back to the shirtless man, and she became one with the music again, as she felt a slight rush on her skin.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus felt others watching him but figured the young girls were no doubt attracting attention. Their brief conversation between songs told him they were both just barely 18, the plaid girl was Jenny and his leather hottie was Kristy. So young and tasty.
The three of them moved together well, skin sliding together then parting, brief touches and small kisses. Finally one heavy beat slow song he gathered his plaid princess close, buried his face in her hair and nipped the very back of her neck. Some mouthfuls later he laved it closed, being sure to nick his lip and mingle their blood so it would be gone almost immediately. All the while, Kristy ground herself against his leg or moved her hips in time with his grinding against Jenny.
Their dance was more foreplay than artistic, but he felt assured that no one could tell he had been eating. With the dazed look of passion everyone would know the young thing just came while dancing. Which from the unsteady moves appeared to be the case. Chuckling as he licked his lips, Cyrus turned to Kristy. Jenny clung to his back, the shy timid virgin was not going to let him go now.
Deciding to savor Kristy in the booth, the two simply danced. Bumping and grinding hips together, hands racing over each other. 'Could his little waitress pick them or what.' he thought as he deeply kissed the leather clad nymph, knowing she would be delish.
The three of them moved together well, skin sliding together then parting, brief touches and small kisses. Finally one heavy beat slow song he gathered his plaid princess close, buried his face in her hair and nipped the very back of her neck. Some mouthfuls later he laved it closed, being sure to nick his lip and mingle their blood so it would be gone almost immediately. All the while, Kristy ground herself against his leg or moved her hips in time with his grinding against Jenny.
Their dance was more foreplay than artistic, but he felt assured that no one could tell he had been eating. With the dazed look of passion everyone would know the young thing just came while dancing. Which from the unsteady moves appeared to be the case. Chuckling as he licked his lips, Cyrus turned to Kristy. Jenny clung to his back, the shy timid virgin was not going to let him go now.
Deciding to savor Kristy in the booth, the two simply danced. Bumping and grinding hips together, hands racing over each other. 'Could his little waitress pick them or what.' he thought as he deeply kissed the leather clad nymph, knowing she would be delish.
Shay
18 years ago
The air in the club was becoming increasingly warm, and Shay could feel a small trickle of sweat run down between her breasts. The red leather corset was not without it's pitfalls, and being warm was one...even though her breasts almost peeked out, over the top.
She caught a bit of a breeze, possibly a draft, or maybe she had passed underneath an air conditioning vent, but in any event, it did little to cool her heat. She never stopped dancing though, and her eyes had yet to leave the man she was watching dance.
Her breath was coming much more quickly now, and she found the alcohol she had taken in earlier, though modest, was also having an effect. Part of her brain was a bit confused...she had imbibed much more before, and never felt this way...she had also danced before, and never seemed to feel the heat of physical exertion. Why it was hitting her now she really couldn't fathom.
But then she was no longer thinking...she was again dancing along with the mystery man, and when he nuzzled the young girls neck, Shay felt somewhat lightheaded. She did close her eyes then, and imagine what it would feel like to be his partner, there on the dance floor, doing everything but the actual act of intercourse.
It had been months since she'd been with a man, and her body was definitely showing that now. She quickly came to the conclusion that if she didn't get off the dance floor soon, she would possibly make a complete ass of herself. It was apparent no one else was going to ask her to dance.
She backed up against the wall, and concentrated on composing herself. Once she had regained control, she slowly walked back to the bar, and sat down on the stool she had used earlier. She ordered another drink, and a glass of ice. The ice she applied to her arms, chest, and neck, before sipping her drink. Her body kept telling her to look back at the dancing man, but her mind won out and she kept her eyes averted to the bar.
If Danielle and Claire didn't arrive soon, Shay would leave...at this point she didn't trust herself to remain.
She caught a bit of a breeze, possibly a draft, or maybe she had passed underneath an air conditioning vent, but in any event, it did little to cool her heat. She never stopped dancing though, and her eyes had yet to leave the man she was watching dance.
Her breath was coming much more quickly now, and she found the alcohol she had taken in earlier, though modest, was also having an effect. Part of her brain was a bit confused...she had imbibed much more before, and never felt this way...she had also danced before, and never seemed to feel the heat of physical exertion. Why it was hitting her now she really couldn't fathom.
But then she was no longer thinking...she was again dancing along with the mystery man, and when he nuzzled the young girls neck, Shay felt somewhat lightheaded. She did close her eyes then, and imagine what it would feel like to be his partner, there on the dance floor, doing everything but the actual act of intercourse.
It had been months since she'd been with a man, and her body was definitely showing that now. She quickly came to the conclusion that if she didn't get off the dance floor soon, she would possibly make a complete ass of herself. It was apparent no one else was going to ask her to dance.
She backed up against the wall, and concentrated on composing herself. Once she had regained control, she slowly walked back to the bar, and sat down on the stool she had used earlier. She ordered another drink, and a glass of ice. The ice she applied to her arms, chest, and neck, before sipping her drink. Her body kept telling her to look back at the dancing man, but her mind won out and she kept her eyes averted to the bar.
If Danielle and Claire didn't arrive soon, Shay would leave...at this point she didn't trust herself to remain.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus felt both girls' throbbing pulses as the pressed against him, swaying to the beat. Knowing that they would need to rest soon he led them off the floor towards the booth. Feeling Jenny tremble made him redirect them to the bar where his lovely waitress was standing giving her order to the bartender.
Whispering in the young ladies ears he mentioned now might be a good time to freshen up, before returning to the booth. The girls linked arms together and swayed to the restroom. He could hear their breathy anticipation as they whispered. Willing food was good but anxiously awaiting to become food was the best kind.
He slid up close to his waitress, crowding her up against the bar. Her frightened eyes flicked up to his then filled with heat and obedience. As the lovely thing arched her neck, offering him her breasts or blood, he grinned and ran his tongue over his fangs.
"Love, I need another beer, two mimosas and a pitcher of water, if you can accommodate me." He knew teasing was mean, since she had to work, but he couldn't help himself from licking her offering, from collarbone to behind her ear. The pulse in her neck beat at him to sip deeply but he knew she would follow him home, so he could wait. Before leaving her to fill his order, he ran his hand through her long black hair contained in a ponytail, stroking her neck with his thumb gently.
"Another round to all the ladies here alone, as well." Leaving the waitress panting was always fun, she just increased her pursuit. Cyrus casually strode to his back booth, noting the young ladies were not back yet. He slid along the black leather seat into the dark corner and awaited his drinks.
Whispering in the young ladies ears he mentioned now might be a good time to freshen up, before returning to the booth. The girls linked arms together and swayed to the restroom. He could hear their breathy anticipation as they whispered. Willing food was good but anxiously awaiting to become food was the best kind.
He slid up close to his waitress, crowding her up against the bar. Her frightened eyes flicked up to his then filled with heat and obedience. As the lovely thing arched her neck, offering him her breasts or blood, he grinned and ran his tongue over his fangs.
"Love, I need another beer, two mimosas and a pitcher of water, if you can accommodate me." He knew teasing was mean, since she had to work, but he couldn't help himself from licking her offering, from collarbone to behind her ear. The pulse in her neck beat at him to sip deeply but he knew she would follow him home, so he could wait. Before leaving her to fill his order, he ran his hand through her long black hair contained in a ponytail, stroking her neck with his thumb gently.
"Another round to all the ladies here alone, as well." Leaving the waitress panting was always fun, she just increased her pursuit. Cyrus casually strode to his back booth, noting the young ladies were not back yet. He slid along the black leather seat into the dark corner and awaited his drinks.
Mathias
18 years ago
Mathias watched the woman lose herself in the music. It always fascinated him to see, it seemed similar to a religious experience.
How many cultures incorporate dance as part of their ceremonies he pondered - there had to be a connection.
The woman composed herself,and made her way back to the bar. Mathias had moved closer to where she was previously,observing the crowd - predators and prey.
Speaking loud enough to just be heard over the din Mathias addressed the woman.
"You dance wonderfully"
How many cultures incorporate dance as part of their ceremonies he pondered - there had to be a connection.
The woman composed herself,and made her way back to the bar. Mathias had moved closer to where she was previously,observing the crowd - predators and prey.
Speaking loud enough to just be heard over the din Mathias addressed the woman.
"You dance wonderfully"
Shay
18 years ago
She slipped from her stool slightly, when she turned and saw the man and his partners standing to her side, at the bar. She began to watch him, from the corner of her eye, as the younger girls departed, and he began to come onto the waitress...or it certainly appeared he was coming on to her.
Before Shay could observe much more, she heard a male voice, who apparently was addressing her. She turned the other way, and smiled. A slight blush filled her cheeks as well, probably due to her highly charged emotional state. Shay wasn't one to normally blush.
"Thank you...it's fun...and liberating, even if I am a bit rusty."
She grinned slightly at that, having seen the double entendre in her words.
The man who spoke appeared to be her age. Black hair...she couldn't see much of him though, from where he stood. The lighting could have been better.
"You don't dance?"
He seemed nice enough to talk to...as she waited for her friends.
Before Shay could observe much more, she heard a male voice, who apparently was addressing her. She turned the other way, and smiled. A slight blush filled her cheeks as well, probably due to her highly charged emotional state. Shay wasn't one to normally blush.
"Thank you...it's fun...and liberating, even if I am a bit rusty."
She grinned slightly at that, having seen the double entendre in her words.
The man who spoke appeared to be her age. Black hair...she couldn't see much of him though, from where he stood. The lighting could have been better.
"You don't dance?"
He seemed nice enough to talk to...as she waited for her friends.
Mathias
18 years ago
"You don't dance?"
Her words reminded him of the last time he danced...
It was 1746...Vienna. Some ball or another,there were so many that they all blended into one continuous masque. Her name was Anna,the daughter of a local magistrate. She was full of light,full of life and for a brief moment she filled the emptiness in him, However,fate had different plans and knowing Mathias had cost her life,the lives of her family and many who did not even know him. It also cost him the only family he had known until then,but that paled against her loss...
Mathias snapped himself out of the reverie,smiling softly at the woman.
" It has been a long time since I have, or felt the desire to do so. But, I am being rude - I am Mathias. And you are?"
He took the woman's hand and gracefully bowed.
Her words reminded him of the last time he danced...
It was 1746...Vienna. Some ball or another,there were so many that they all blended into one continuous masque. Her name was Anna,the daughter of a local magistrate. She was full of light,full of life and for a brief moment she filled the emptiness in him, However,fate had different plans and knowing Mathias had cost her life,the lives of her family and many who did not even know him. It also cost him the only family he had known until then,but that paled against her loss...
Mathias snapped himself out of the reverie,smiling softly at the woman.
" It has been a long time since I have, or felt the desire to do so. But, I am being rude - I am Mathias. And you are?"
He took the woman's hand and gracefully bowed.
Claire
18 years ago
Claire stepped down the railing and slid the grate shut behind her. Getting down to the bottom of the stairs, she replied.
"No, actually they are pretty comfortable but I'm not used to making myself taller on purpose."
She rocked backwards and forwards a few times, getting more used to the balance and then smiled in the dim light of the grating at Danielle.
"They are quite nice actually."
As they moved towards the bouncer, Claire found herself somewhat uncomfortable with the man's regard. It was not that he was looking at her in any way that was unpleasant or lewd but she was quite used to being ignored all together.
Standing to one side, she let Dani deal with the man, not knowing the proper etiquette for this place.
"No, actually they are pretty comfortable but I'm not used to making myself taller on purpose."
She rocked backwards and forwards a few times, getting more used to the balance and then smiled in the dim light of the grating at Danielle.
"They are quite nice actually."
As they moved towards the bouncer, Claire found herself somewhat uncomfortable with the man's regard. It was not that he was looking at her in any way that was unpleasant or lewd but she was quite used to being ignored all together.
Standing to one side, she let Dani deal with the man, not knowing the proper etiquette for this place.
Shay
18 years ago
She squeezed his hand, without conscious thought...it was a reflex. The bow threw her...very continental, nothing she was accustomed to, but she couldn't hold back the smile in light of his graciousness. The fact that he only offered his first name was a bit strange, as well, though she ignored it.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mathias. My name is Shalimar O Mannon, but I answer to Shay, more often."
When he had released her hand, she picked up her drink and sipped it.
"It is a pity you haven't wanted to...I find it quite physically cathartic, which in turn enables me to relax more easily."
She laughed, a light, sparkling laugh.
"Surprisingly, in my business, I rarely find time to relax, so when the opportunity presents itself, I heed the call.
May I buy you a drink?"
She felt a little odd asking. She had done it possibly hundreds of times before, but she got the impression he might find it presumptuous. However, it was done.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mathias. My name is Shalimar O Mannon, but I answer to Shay, more often."
When he had released her hand, she picked up her drink and sipped it.
"It is a pity you haven't wanted to...I find it quite physically cathartic, which in turn enables me to relax more easily."
She laughed, a light, sparkling laugh.
"Surprisingly, in my business, I rarely find time to relax, so when the opportunity presents itself, I heed the call.
May I buy you a drink?"
She felt a little odd asking. She had done it possibly hundreds of times before, but she got the impression he might find it presumptuous. However, it was done.