Neon Lights

[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 young dancer had spent a portion of the morning showing off her poledance skills to the small crowd gathered in Neon Lights. She'd woken up early and warmed up before rushing over here, eager to show them that she had what takes to be an employee here, even if she hadn't yet mastered the art of removing her clothes while dancing. Maybe they wouldnt mind that and just hire her for entertainment? She didn't mind if she would have received more tips as a stripper, it wasn't as if she needed the money. She just wanted to dance. After going through a few of her practiced routines, Megara had disappeared into a back room to change into her street clothes and returned to the bar with her duffle bag of dance attire. Face glowing from physical exertion, she dropped the duffel by a stool and perched upon the seat, deciding that she'd order a drink before she left. She ordered the same drink as the day before, deciding that if she got the job for real, she'd let the bartender surprise her with a drink of their choice. She was in a great mood and beamed at a passing stripper who complimented her on her dance skills. She couldn't wait to dance in front of a real audience.

Last time she'd been here, it hadn't ended very well. The blonde guy she had sat next too had violently pushed a guy and Megara had left without seeing what happened next, but only after using a napkin to clean up the blonde's spilt drink. His actions had startled her and she'd almost been rendered mute again. She couldn't deal well with confrontation of any kind and when she'd returned today, she had been relieved to find that the bartender didn't hold it against her. She didn't know what she would have done if she'd been kicked out or banned from the club. Of course, those were only extreme consequences, but she couldn't help but think the worst in those situations. Her upbringing hadn't exactly prepared her for dealing with people. Her ballet friends had helped a little, but most of the time she felt they pitied her. She was docile and easily startled, often compared to a lamb. But that didn't mean she couldn't argue or be stubborn. She was just subtle about it. Half the time she argued, the other party didn't even notice. But she usually won nonetheless. At least today she hadn't fallen over somebody on the way in again. That would have been mortifying.

"Thank you."

The widow smiled as she accepted her drink and took a slow, easy sip. All the tension seemed to ease out of her body while she sipped on her drink, and for once, she allowed herself to relax.








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❣ LOCATION → [Neon Lights]
❣ COMPANY → [None]
❣ FEELING → [Pleasant, exhilarated]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Leather skirt]
❣ OOC → [...]



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


AnnoyedPanda

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

ＬYSANDER ＨALL
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Single ║ Half Demon ║ 22 ║ $1031 ║ Drinks Round Two

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Lysander meandered his way back into Neon Lights the day after yesterday. He wasn't really all that surprised when he wasn't banned from the place; most places only banned him from getting too weird with the girls. After getting past the bouncer, apologizing for the night before a second time, he sighed as he took up a seat at the bar. Right as he did so, his phone began to ring. An audible, annoyed groan erupted from his lips as he pulled the sleek device from his pocket and answered. "What?" he barked as he silently tried to grab the bartender's attention. Lazily he pulled the sunglasses from his face and perched him on his hat as his ruby eyes rolled. "I don't know her favorite flower! Just get whatever's normal I guess..." he practically shouted as he suddenly hung up the phone and let it drop on the bar. It was strange that he actually didn't know Lillian's favorite flower. How could that be? Well, it could be the fact that she was never really into that girly stuff. Sure, she admired the beauty of nature but never pointed out favorites. Even he had a favorite type! Orchids. Pursing his lips as the bartender slid up to him, he gave another heavy sigh as his phone began to ring again and he instantly shut it off. "Don't like who's calling ya?" she asked casually with a slight smirk as to joke about it. The blonde looked up at her listfully, "Stuff about my sister's funeral." One could see the instant change in her facial expression, like she had messed up. "I'm sorry dear...Here, anything you want on the house, to help with your troubles," she offered, hoping that in some small way she was helping.

Nodding in satisfaction, Lysander took a moment to give his selection a thought. There were so many kinds of drinks to choose from, and he liked pretty much all of them! "Eh, let's just do dealer's choice," he finally said with a modicum of flirting. He wasn't as upset as he was the day before, but, of course, there was nothing that could take away the pain of losing his twin so gruesomely. He watched as she hurried off at the behest of another, someone who looked like they might work here. Casually he watched from the corner of his eye. This girl, she looked so meek and out of place. Lysander couldn't help the bemused chuckle that forced its way past his lips. It was comical to see her sitting on the bar stool like a lost puppy, sipping her drink that came to her in a flash. She had been sitting there before him, but he assumed she had overlooked the girl because of this timid nature. The shy ones were the worst.

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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 widow ignored the bar's newcomer, showing little interest in anything other than waiting wistfully for her drink. She looked so out of place in this sort of establishment that she was constantly getting sideways glances each time she returned, today being no different. She seemed oblivious, however, seemingly lost in her own world. Shouting nearby managed to startle her out of her thoughts, the suddenness and violence of the sound made her jump. The only thing that kept her in her place was the fact that it would be rude if she left without consuming her drink. She'd always had extremely good manners, a fault of her strict upbringing. Deciding to ignore the temperamental male, she stared fixedly at a spot ahead of her, glossed lips pouted in a slight frown. She couldn't help but overhear the conversation between the male and the bartender, and she was reminded of her own loss, of the time when she'd been left to handle the funeral details on her own because everyone else had abandoned her. Except Andrea. Her only friend.

The thought of the feisty redhead brought a smile to Megara's lips as her hand curled around the engagement ring that hung on a chain around her neck. She always kept it close at hand, to remind her of what she'd had, what she'd lost. And to remind her of how cruel people can be. The bartender offered the male free drinks and she thought it unfair, for surely the bartender would get in trouble for just handing out free drinks to a random? When she was finally served her drink she quietly offered to have the stranger's drinks added to her tab so the woman wouldn't get in any trouble. She seemed grateful for the offer, if a little reluctant. But she accepted nonetheless. Megara smiled again as she sipped her drink, savoring the liquid. It was worth the wait. Even if the loud man had arrived after her and been served first. She didn't mind.

A soft chuckle caught her attention and she froze. Was someone laughing at her? Had she done something particularly amusing? She didn't think so. So why was he laughing?

"Is something funny?"

Her virtually nonexistent temper flaring a little, Megara spun around in her seat to face the newcomer, fixing him a heated glare as Andrea had shown him. That was, until she recognised the man as the blonde from the previous day. As recognition sparked, her eyes widened and she gave a little squeak before turning her back on him and pretending to be completely and utterly interested in her drink. What was he doing here? Her cheeks heated with embarrassment and she tried not to look the bartender in the eye when a quizzical glance was thrown her way. Was the blonde a regular customer or something? Just her luck. What if he pushed her in the face like he had the flirt from yesterday? Panic threatened to overcome her until she realised that he'd technically saved her yesterday. The flirt hadn't seemed like he was going to back down and take 'no' for an answer, so perhaps it was a good thing the blonde had intervened? But he hadn't needed to be so violent! Cautiously, she spun around to face him again, and evidently making up her mind on the matter, she grabbed her bag and drink and moved to the seat beside him, keeping her gaze averted from him until she was seated with her drink before her and bag at her feet. Then she faced him once more and smiled, transforming her face from plain to striking.

"Thank you for yesterday. I'm not sure if you remember, but, uh, you saved me from the... Other guy..." Her newfound confidence was dwindling, but she had a stubborn streak that kept her in her chair. She tried again. "My name is Megara Grayson. I'm sorry for snapping at you- I thought you were laughing at me." After a moment's thought, she added to that statement. "Why were you laughing at me?"

There was something familiar about the blonde now that she was actually looking at him, but she couldn't place it. Perhaps his parents had known hers and they'd met at a party or something as kids? Only an optimistic fluffball such as Meg would come to that conclusion, but there it was. But then, she could be wrong. Maybe she'd seen him in a magazine or something? Though she had no idea what a man like him would be doing in a magazine.








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❣ LOCATION → [Neon Lights]
❣ COMPANY → [Blonde Guy]
❣ FEELING → [Startled, puzzled]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Leather skirt]
❣ OOC → [...]



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


AnnoyedPanda

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

ωhere Neon Lights l ωith Meg l мood Mixed Up l Outfit Drinks Round Two

Lysander patiently waited for the bartender to concoct a drink for him, drumming his fingers against the wood. Though it wouldn't seem like it at first glance, he was being rather patient, he was just a bit disturb by what he was doing. Every time he thought about it, he just wished his sister was with him to tell him what to do; like when they were kids. His black heart sank into despair as memories flooded his mind, the emotion never showing on his face though. The blonde couldn't help wondering how her kid was fairing, if Tyrese had told her at all yet. The guy had taken it pretty hard and seeing him was probably going to be a reminder of the woman he once loved. Lysander could understand the feelings the wolf would have, they had been high school sweethearts and had a child together. Even if he had seemingly moved on. He didn't hate the wolf for that part, he completely understood and berated his sister for the inconsiderate treatment she had shown him. Cheating on him after finally being reunited after five years was a low blow; to anyone. However, it had kind of worked out for the better for both of them. Tyrese had gone on to build his business by the beach and Lillian had discovered and followed her dream of being a musician. While it had ultimately ended in tragedy, the twin couldn't help but be happy for her.

Finally a drink had been set down in front of him, pulling him from his thoughts. "Thanks," he grunted as he looked down at the glass. Was this....A black Superman? The blue and black colors told him it was. While overly fruity for his tastes, he wouldn't pass up the over abundance of liquors mixed together. Picking up the icy glass, Lysander took a sip as someone spoke from beside him. There was a momentary cringe from the ghastly taste of sweetness before settling into it. Tipping his head to the side as he took another drink, his ruby eyes locked onto the meek girl he had noticed while coming in. What was she talking about? Saved her? He had to think back quite hard. Although it had only happened yesterday, he couldn't place it given the stress he was currently under. While she continued to talk, he finally placed it! "Well, he interrupted my game," he replied rather plainly as he set his glass back on the bar. The night before he had been engrossed in a dumb phone game to try and help clear his head and the annoying flirt, who put real ones to shame, had interrupted and caused him to die. Currently, he had little to no patience for stupid and while he normally hates everything to do with confrontation, all he wants to do is lash out at the world. "Lysander. I was laughing at you," he began as he picked up his glass and took another drink. "You are so completely out of place here that it's rather comical."

Glowing eyes looked the woman up and down and the almost withdrawn demeanor she was presenting. "You're what...a dancer?" he guessed as he looked at her. The lithe frame she had spoke volumes. He had known many because of his rich boy heritage, and since becoming a successful CEO, so he could spot one with relative ease. Taking a look around at the establishment, another smirk graced his lips. "Given your awkwardness as you sit in that stool, you don't belong here," he finally added. Flicking his writs in a direction diagonal from their position at the bar, he pointed to one of the strippers as she engaged a customer. She was all smiles and casually touching his shoulders, maybe the occasional brush of the knee. Pulling he long blonde hair to one side, exposing her neck, she leaned in to whisper something to her customer which earned a pervy grin from him. "That is how you blend in and act. Girls only come here to be strippers..." he paused and motioned to the bartender. "Or bartend."

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 dancer's glossed lips parted as if to protest his assessment of what was deemed comical about her, but after a moment's hesitation she conceded. He did have a point, even she felt a little out of place amongst the others frequenting the establishment, but she wasn't supposed to fit in, just dance. However if not fitting in meant that she'd be laughed at, perhaps she should learn. Though she wasn't sure what she should do, as she didn't know what exactly made her stick out. Being laughed at in public was horrible, unless you were a comedian. A few times her dance performances had brought members of the audience to tears, only then had she felt truly accomplished in her career. Otherwise ballet had been about her doing what she loved and making the best of it. And it was that passion that had risen her to Fame and fortune. However she was glad that the people of Soleil didn't seem to recognise her. They seemed rather private, which is just what she needed. She'd hated living in the city, hated the questions and suppositions about the reasons surrounding her leave of dance. She'd despised the constant follow up comments about her husband, about how old he was compared to her and what she would do now that he was dead. It had damn near driven her crazy! Her hand once again moved to fiddle with the ring at her throat, just the feel of its smooth surface under her fingertips seeming reassuring.

"I don't think I'm... That out of place- Am I? There are other girls here.."

Her sweet voice trailed off as her cheeks flushed delicately under his gaze. She always felt uncomfortable when people looked at her for too long, often feeling flustered under their stares. Which was ironic considering the profession she'd previously worked in, and the one she was considering taking up as a hobby. There it was again. His eyes were glowing. Crimson pools of light.. She felt the need to inform him that he may need to consult a doctor for his eye problem. It could be serious. Glowing eyes were not normal.

"Uhm- I'm sorry if this sounds a little.. Odd. But, uhm.. You should see a doctor about your eyes- I mean, they look pretty and all, but they're glowing.. Or at least they look like they are. Uhm..."

Wow. Where had all her confidence gone? Her shoulders slouched a little and she downed the rest of her drink in one mouthful before ordering another, this time she ordered whatever it was the blonde- Lysander was having. It looked blue. Cool. His question brought heat to her cheeks yet again and she cursed herself mentally. Why was she getting to warm? Perhaps it was the scarf. Or the alcohol. She'd never been able to have more than a few drinks. In answer to him, she nodded meekly. It didn't matter that she didn't dance anymore, except around a pole. Pole dancing was the only dance her ankles could handle without causing her pain.

"I'm not sitting awkwardly!" She protested weakly, giving the bartender a small nod to show her thanks when her new drink was served. "This is how I sit normally- Oh.."

Megara had followed his attention to the beautiful blonde a few feet away. She looked the part of a confident and alluring seductress. But she wasn't trying to seduce men! She wasn't a damn siren.. Well neither was that girl, since sirens didn't exist, but still! She frowned, contemplating the girl's manner thoughtfully. Perhaps she could do that kind of interaction with others if it guaranteed her a pole to dance on. But she'd need help.

"Help me. Teach me how to do that, Lysander."

She asked meekly, her hazel eyes widening in silent question when she finally turned in her seat to face him once again. She brushed her hair behind her ear, keeping it out of her face.

"Please?"

She never forgot her manners, even if she was a little delayed in using them at times. She really wanted to work here, but she needed to work on herself first. If she did it on her own, she'd fail miserably. She just didn't know what to do with herself. But he seemed smart and knowledgeable about the subject, so he'd be the perfect teacher. Teacher. Was that even the right word for this situation? She took a small sip of the bruise coloured drink and wrinkled her nose delicately. She wasn't used to the taste, but it was sweet enough to appease her. She took another.








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❣ LOCATION → [Neon Lights]
❣ COMPANY → [Lysander]
❣ FEELING → [Startled, puzzled]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [Leather skirt]
❣ OOC → [...]



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


AnnoyedPanda

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

ωhere Neon Lights l ωith Meg l мood Mixed Up l Outfit Drinks Round Two

Lysander grabbed at his glass, taking a rather large drink as he continued to converse with this Meg chick. It was a shame that his supernatural heritage made it hard for him to get inebriated because that was all he really wanted to be right now and just like a Bahama Mama, the Black Superman was a strong cocktail. If he was anything but what he was, he'd probably be feeling a little warm right now as the buzz began to take effect by the bottom of the glass. Of course, it also depended on your tolerance level. While he didn't drink hard liquor all the time, wine being his drinking preference, he had a rather high tolerance. Placing his drink down, he rolled his eyes at her assumption that it was because she was a woman that she was out of place here. How sheltered what this chick? He may have been brought up a rich kid, but both he and his sister were wild kids in their younger days. Sure, he wasn't that much older now, only about to be twenty-three but he wasn't as crazy as he was as a teen. Growing up, they had been rather out of control; both having rather long police records for petty crimes. Well, Lillian more so than him. Because he liked to push the boundaries of people, some of his charges were a little more serious. The real question was if any of them stuck. Being such a smooth talker, none of them ever did and he never served any time for anything serious enough to put a public label on him other than CEO. For the most part now, he was an upstanding citizen anyways; at least in the eyes of the law.

The blonde's attention perked a little at the mention of his eyes glowing. Only people that had never been around the supernatural would make a comment about them glowing. At least in his experiences. His ex-husband had made a point of it too when they met in high school, along with countless others that had managed to see them in the dark. It was an affect of his demon blood. While most of his physical attributes were slightly better than normal, the glow in his eyes didn't help in his ability to see in the dark. That would have been nice if they did. Unfortunately that was not the case and he still stubbed his toe in the middle of the night on occasion. A quick glance away from her before returning his gaze, the corner of his mouth gave an upturn in contemplation. Normally he wouldn't have cared to mention his heritage, but given his new position of relative power, he wasn't as forth coming. It wasn't like the knowledge made things easier for him, it wasn't something that won him any favors though either. Given the fact that he was currently on sabbatical for a while to grieve his loss it probably wasn't going to hurt him to mention the truth. Her reaction would be amusing if she had never encountered someone like him before. "I think I'll be fine, I'm a demon after all. They tend to glow in the dark," he replied casually as he looked at her from the corner of his eye, taking another long drink from his glass. Now almost gone he would be in need of another one soon.

While he let her mention of her sitting posture go, he was a little surprised by the fact that she was asking him to teacher her how to basically be slutty. He would be able to help, but that was such an unusual request he had to process it a moment. She even added a please! Sitting back in his bar stool to let his back rest against the metal backing, he looked to his glass and let his fingers run along the condensation as he gave the idea some thought. There were plenty of ways to teach her to teach her to act a certain way, he preferred the hands on approach to anything. A devious smile crept across his lips as he gave a half-hearted shrug. "I'm not really sure you're up for it..." he trailed off with a sigh. "I'm a rather rigorous teacher and I require you to learn 'on the job' so to speak." Gripping the slippery glass from the bar, he finished the rest of his drink and lazily asked for another. "I could teach you here," he mentioned as he motioned around the establishment. "Or if you have stage fright, I can teach you in private. Of course, my house is being remodeled so lessons would be at my hotel room or your place," he added looking back to her.

ShadowStar369

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

ωhere Neon Lights l ωith Alone l мood Foggy l Outfit Trying to Forget

Lysander stormed into the night club with a slight heat to his cheeks. He had walked all the way here from his home in Lumire and had been up drinking all night. Even taking a little Hair of the Dog before leaving his house, he was still drunk and was glad that the sun wasn't beating down on him like it had been the last few days. There was nothing he could do about it right now, he was in a funk. For some reason his sister's death was just hitting him really hard at the moment. Sure it had been a nice chunk of time, not very long, but long enough one might think he was over it by now. They would be wrong! He wasn't over it and he doubted that he would be anytime soon. There may be better days than others, but he and his sister were really close and it wasn't like he could just forget that. Removing his sunglasses as the doors closed behind him, Lysander looked around with semi-clear vision. He was mostly sober; not entirely though. He was at least sober enough to walk properly.

Taking a seat at the bar he immediately called for a double of whiskey from the bartender. It was rare that he was seen drinking any other type of alcohol other than wine, but he was low and didn't care. As he waited for his drink, he looked around the club with an inquisitive stare. Which dancers were here and who could he possibly get his hands on right now? The blonde man was confident that he could persuade a girl to be okay with him touching her when the rule was normally 'hands off'. Without needing to look long, he found a blonde who was making her rounds and waved her over just as his drink appeared. With a perverted smile, fully showing his intentions, he leaned over and whispered a few things in her ear causing the girl's lips to spread into a wide grin and nod. Without a second thought, Lysander had his hands wrapped around her hips and roving over what exposed skin she had.

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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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Megara often kept to herself both at home and at work. She was too shy to approach the other dancers and often observed their catty behaviour from afar. Today was no different. She slipped into her outfit and swiftly applied her makeup before being jostled out of the way by another employer. After awkwardly applying the finishing touches in a hand mirror, she emerged from the back room and took her place on the pole. Her eyes downcast, lips parted in anticipation, she reached out and gripped the pole, lifting herself with practiced ease. She’d practiced this routine over and over, perfected it after hours of work. This was her life now. She was finally able to dance again. It wasn’t the same as her ballet days, but for once.. she didn’t feel so empty. By the time she’d finished her routine, Meg was sweaty and shaking, but she felt good. It wasn’t until she’d made her way to the bar for a drink that she noticed a familiar face in the room. Lysander! Her face lit up, though she was slightly embarrassed that he’d seen her routine. But upon closer inspection, she noticed that he was already with someone. Would he mind if she spoke to him? Was he too busy with... Hang on, that was one of her colleagues? Well, surely they wouldn’t mind her interrupting? Meg awkwardly shuffled over behind the blonde and waved over her shoulder.

“Hello~!”

She beamed at him, seemingly oblivious to his hands on the other woman’s hips, or his evident drunkenness. On an impulse, she searched the floor for Serendipity, but saw no sign of the gorgeous dog, which was all for the better. The canine wouldn’t cope very well in such an environment, and could possibly become a trip hazard. Poor puppy. She waved again to the bartender and ordered herself a drink before returning her full attention to the blonde male, inadvertently ignoring the female without realising.








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XXXXXXXXX Either way, it is irrelevant—





❣ LOCATION → [Neon Lights]
❣ COMPANY → [Lysander]
❣ FEELING → [Friendly]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ ATTIRE → [lavender]
❣ OOC → [...]



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


AnnoyedPanda

 

[AnnoyedPanda]

ωhere Neon Lights l ωith Alone l мood Foggy l Outfit Trying to Forget

Fangs began to protrude from Lysander's canines as his lips hovered over the woman's neck. She gave a light shiver when his intoxicated breath passed over her skin. However, before he could sink his teeth into her skin, ruby eyes shifted up to the sound of a familiar voice. Within the pulsing lights of the club their glow could barely be seen by anyone that wasn't really concentrating on his face. Meg? He didn't realize she was working today. Did it really matter if he knew or not? No, it wouldn't have mattered either way because he would have found another piece to take home with him. Of course, with Meg ignoring the blonde in front of him, he began ignoring her as well.

Looking her up and down, Lysander stood from his seat amd grabbed onto the bar to steady himself. Circling around the woman, she tried to gain his attention but when that failed, she walked off in a huff. "Well, hello there beautiful~" he replied in a flirtatious tone. Scooting up next to her, he slipped a hand around her waist to pull her closer. "I would much prefer your company than your coworker. You have much more delicate features...Like a woman who wants to be touched the right way..." he purred as he leaned down to her ear.

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ShadowStar369

 

[ADONIPS]

　　　　 NO ONE
　　　　 NEON LIGHTS
　　　　 $1,ooo
　　　　 SINGLE
　　　　
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It’s been a while since he’s been into a bar; after getting busy with his “adult life”, there
hadn’t been any time to do what he used to do with friends: go out and get a few drinks.
Samael wasn’t a big fan of alcohol. If anything, he was more of a social drinker who drank
to make merry, though he’d never get wasted. It didn’t make sense to him why people
really liked it since it did taste kinda nasty—but he guessed the charm of it was in the fact
that it released all the things that held a person back and it would of revealed whatever
they’re hiding under all that…layers of masks.

Today was the day he would be stepping into a bar again after eight years. He felt a little
too old to be hanging around the place, though he knew how to pace himself properly.
Plus, Niall’s grandparents were in town for the summer to spend time with their favorite—
and only—grandchild. He had some free time, so he slid up to the counter and checked out
the menu. What was a good pick? He wasn’t sure anymore.


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Sorry for taking a bit to post!! ^^ Had somethings to take care of for a bit.