Neon Lights

[AnnoyedPanda]

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Single ║ Half Demon ║ 22 ║ $1031 ║ Drinks

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Lysander heaved a heavy sigh as he opened the door to the club. Instantly his ears were assaulted with the techno music and colorful strobe lights. While it was annoying, he let the loud pulse of the music drown out everything else. The day before had been a hassle and now he needed to unwind; drown himself in liquor. Plus, he was in the midst of renovating his house and just getting things started by telling the contractors what to do, picking out furniture and art pieces. Hell! He's even picking out the accents to make everything flow to his liking. Between planning his sister's funeral and rebuilding his home, he was nearly a wreck. Placing a hand on the back of his neck and rubbing at it softly, he made his way towards the bar after showing the bouncer his I.D. Plopping down in a vacant seat at the bar, he waited patiently for the bartender to take notice of him before engaging her. He was a bartender for a while and knew how annoying it was when people flagged you down while you were in the middle of helping someone else; like they owned the damn bar. "Hey there hun! What can I getcha?" the bartender asked over the loud music. Taking in her heavily tattooed appearance, Lysander gave a light chuckle before answering. "Just get me a whiskey sour," he replied casually, just loud enough to be heard. She reminded him of one of his realtors. As long as they were covered when meeting with clients, he didn't care how heavily tattooed they were. Plus, the ones with body art, or piercings, were usually the fun ones. "You got it!" she said as she whipped around to start making his drink. Lysander wasn't looking to be fancy today. In fact he was trying to drown himself into oblivion again so he wouldn't have to think of the huge whole in his black heart. He hated having to think about it.

OOC: Sorry for the late and lame post. Work has been CRAZY!

ShadowStar369

 

[ShadowStar369]

❝Yσu'vє lσѕt ѕσmєσnє αnd it hurtѕ. Yσu mαy hαvє lσѕt thєm ѕuddєnly, unєхpєctєdly. Or pєrhαpѕ yσu bєgαn lσѕing piєcєѕ σf thєm until σnє dαy, thєrє wαѕ nσthing lєft. Yσu mαy hαvє knσwn thєm αll yσur lifє σr yσu mαy hαvє bαrєly knσwn thєm αt αll.❞
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Megara went to push open the door to Neon Lights, only to have someone open it from the inside, causing her to lose her balance and fall. She was saved only by someone catching her and helping her upright. Embarrassed, she apologized incessantly, the music making her harried words virtually inaudible. She made her way to the bar with her chin up and head held high, now walking with the natural grace of a dancer. Mutely seating herself in the only space available beside a lanky blonde, she waited for the tattooed bartender to acknowledge her before placing her order. "Can I please have an Italian Apple Martini?" Despite how timid she seemed, her voice was loud enough to carry. She'd remembered trying the drink once before, though she couldn't quite recall where. Usually she didn't seem the type to frequent establishments such as this, but she was considering taking a job here, as a stripper. Meg had missed dancing since leaving the stage, but despite trying many different styles to replace ballet, only pole dancing allowed her the freedom to dance without straining her ankles. But it wasn't very fun to dance alone, so she figured that if she could find a job here, then she'll be able to dance in front of an audience again. She'd just have to get over the removing of clothes while she danced around the pole.

"Thank you." The former ballet star beamed at the bartender, accepting her drink and taking a tentative sip. It was delicious. Now that she got a better look at the place, she found it rather enjoyable. The music had a good beat, the whole place seemed to have a good vibe... Megara made up her mind. She'd work here. Or at least apply to do so. Not now, though. She wasn't prepared for it. And she had to practice stripping at home. But otherwise, she was good to go.








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XXXXXXXXX Either way, it is irrelevant—





❣ LOCATION → [(enter) Neon Lights]
❣ COMPANY → [None]
❣ FEELING → [Pleasant]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Floral]
❣ OOC → [That's okay! I understand how it is. I hope things settle down for you! 😊]



❝You cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.❞


AnnoyedPanda

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

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Lysander casually sipped at his drink, looking around at all the strippers and other patrons. Honestly, despite being a horndog he wasn't really into the stripper thing. Never had been. It was probably because they were just to easy. In his mind, they were to easy to impress and therefore not worth his time. He liked the hunt. Hard to get. It was all part of the fun for him! Turning back towards the bar he picked up his glass once more and stared down into the amber liquid. Ruby eyes seemed to shine in the dark like a hot bed of coals, but there was not real light behind them anymore. How could there be? His twin was gone and she was never coming back this time. With no other family, he was stuck with the grueling task of putting everything together; constantly reminding him that he was alone. Giving his head a light jerk to the side, he finished his drink in one sitting. There was no place for his particular tastes today. He wanted to get drunk. "Give me a shot of 1800..." he said as he set the glass back down. "And keep them coming."

Telling Tyrese about it was a headache. He wasn't equipped to deal with so much emotion. The fact that the wolf showed so much emotion meant that somewhere, he still cared about his sister. He didn't think that was possible. Glowing eyes shifted at the presence of another approaching the bar, looking them up and down. A plain Jane. At least, that's what she looked like in his eyes, which once again came to rest at the bar. She looked to cutesy to be wandering around in here. A shot was set down in front of him as she was ordering her own drink and he downed it like water. Sliding the shot glass to the bartender, he watched her fill it back up and slide it back. Another shot down.

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ShadowStar369

 

[ShadowStar369]

❝Yσu'vє lσѕt ѕσmєσnє αnd it hurtѕ. Yσu mαy hαvє lσѕt thєm ѕuddєnly, unєхpєctєdly. Or pєrhαpѕ yσu bєgαn lσѕing piєcєѕ σf thєm until σnє dαy, thєrє wαѕ nσthing lєft. Yσu mαy hαvє knσwn thєm αll yσur lifє σr yσu mαy hαvє bαrєly knσwn thєm αt αll.❞
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The former dancer continued sipping her drink while she surveyed her new surroundings and the people in it. The dancers on the poles made an art of removing their clothes while they tried to make themselves appear as erotic as possible as they danced. She could do that. Probably. Maybe. She'd have to buy some stuff like what they wore and practice at home. She was more of a dancer than a stripper, but she'd give it a shot.. Maybe the bartender could give her a few pointers? She did work in an area with a good view of the strippers. Emboldened by her newest decision, Megara waited for the bartender to serve a shot to the blonde beside her before she opened her mouth to ask a few questions. How could she word it without offending her?

"Sorry for bothering you, but, um.. I have a few questions about-" she pointed behind her to the people dancing on the poles, "that..." It almost seemed like that brief pause to bring up the subject had used up whatever small amount of courage she had bottled up. But with another sip or two of her lovely drink she tried again. "Is it difficult to remove their, uh, clothes?"

This statement seemed to amuse someone sitting to the left of her, not the pretty blonde but someone else. She instinctively shied away from them a little, looking to the tattooed woman for guidance. Before the bartender could answer her question with a bemused expression, the patron on her left spoke up and turned to her.

"If it's removing clothes you wanna do, I can teach ya how~" The male had a loud voice that was heavily slurred and easily overhead despite the music. "No thank you." She replied curtly.

Meg tried to remember what to do in situations like this. Andrea at told her that when someone said something silly like that, they were flirting.. Or something. And if she wasn't interested, Andrea suggested fixing them with a fierce glare. When she had demonstrated said tactic for Meg, Andrea had looked scary enough for her to hide behind a pillow, much to the redhead's amusement. Trying to muster up a glare like Andrea's, she faced the stranger and found him staring at her with an unsavory expression. Her glare wobbled and she simply returned to her drink and chose to ignore him. The male got off his stool and decided to siddle up closer to her, practically trapping her against the bar. This wasn't good. Finishing her drink, she slipped off her own stool and simply moved to sit on the recently vacated seat on the other side of the blonde guy. If the other patron persisted in pursuing her, she'd just leave and come back later.

"Can I please have another?"

She asked the bartender, practically on the edge of her seat. She didn't like confrontation and the flirty guy had made her uncomfortable.








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XXXXXXXXX Either way, it is irrelevant—





❣ LOCATION → [Neon Lights]
❣ COMPANY → [None]
❣ FEELING → [Pleasant, uncomfortable]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Floral]
❣ OOC → [...]



❝You cannot control the depth of a wound another soul inflicts upon you.❞


AnnoyedPanda

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

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Taking out his phone, Lysander casually swiped his finger along the screen as he continued to take shots. He had to look up numbers for funeral homes, flowers...Actually he didn't know anything about arranging a funeral, Sinclair always took care of that stuff. Huffing as he pulled up the butler's number he placed the phone against his ear as it started to ring, having another drink placed in front of him. Thank god he didn't get drunk so easily, otherwise he'd already be on the floor thanks to the silver tequila. "Ya know, it's really weird when you do that," Lysander muttered as the other line was picked up. What could he expect from the butler though?The guy was thousands of years old, he'd picked up a few tricks in his lifetime. Taking his shot, he placed the glass down and pinched the bridge of his nose with his now free hand, closing his eyes tight. "Can you...take care of things?" he asked, his voice hesitant. "I thought I could, but every time I think about it I just..." He couldn't stop the few sobs that escaped but was quick to gain his composure back. "Thanks," he replied as he hung up his phone, quickly wiping his eyes. Taking in a deep breath, he regained himself and downed another shot. Leaving his phone on the bar in front of him, he lazily looked down at the bright screen and began playing a mindless phone game as he tried to lose himself in the booze. He didn't want to think.

As he was content to lose himself in the mindlessness of his game and the haze of alcohol, a commotion was starting to stir beside him. Ignoring most of it, he really got irritated when the flirting got him caught in the middle. He noticed the girl move to his other side and the drunken idiot lose his balance as he was leaning on the bar to try and pick her up. Armature. But his loss of balance cost him to lose in his game and spill some of his alcohol, effectively making him need a new one. Lysander's burning red eyes could be seen through the strobe lights, their steady light piercing through like a lighthouse in the fog. Now he was mad. He didn't get mad, usually. In fact, he was capable of letting things go with such ease that people thought him cold hearted. He didn't care about people's feelings, just the reactions they had to situations he put them in. Or they managed to put themselves in. However, with everything that was currently going on in his life, he was mad now. He was by no means a confrontational kind of guy, but his sister had taught him how to hold his own if the need ever arise. It happened a lot actually, but she was often the one saving him so he never had to. Lysander placed his hand over the guy's face and pushed him back with a surprising amount of force.

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