[J] Star Haven RP Archive (Keep)

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

((This is for serpentsong to reply to))

Epsilon wanders into the commoner's club, unable to really read any signs very well due to how dark it was. He was slumming it, the royal brat having managed to sneak away from his father's over-protective self, and so far, he was having a rather wonderful time, already having a good buzz going on from perhaps one too many drinks in his system from other such establishments. His hair was still as fluffy and perfect as it had been when he'd started out and he was still surprisingly able to walk straight, so he wasn't that drunk. Making his way to the counter, he bats his eyes at the bartender for a moment before speaking. "A Raspberry Bellini." He says, perching rather delicately on the edge of the nearest empty stool to him.  

[serpentsong]

He had come to this place in hope of perhaps finding some peace, but as the loud music drummed in his ears he knew that would not be true. The heavy bass beat against his chest as he sat at one of the many tables that sat abandoned. He noted the bodies as they moved, feeling the raging pulses of those mortals that danced, along with the hunger of those kindred that followed. It all melded together into a large mash of lusts as he rolled his head back, his eyes closing, a grin spreading over his face. "Oh sweet god what sort of night this has been..." He chuckled, his head darting up as he noted the new blood that moved to the bar, oh this one would be eaten alive.

The bartender gave the prissy boy a look, his eyes narrowing slightly at the thought that his establishment would have such a fancy drink. He laughed and turned from the young prince. "you want something like that here you need to prove you can handle the good stuff there prissy boy...." The tender smirked.  

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

Epsilon's first instinct was to look down his nose at the bartender at being laughed at. He resisted that urge, barely, and narrows his eyes before speaking again. "And why should I have to prove anything? I ordered what I wanted to drink." He said, his voice raising just the slightest bit to what could possibly be considered a commanding tone, one that normally got him exactly what he wanted in most establishments. If this one failed to comply, well... He would cross that bridge when he came to it, he supposed.  

[serpentsong]

The man turned back to what he had been doing, he filling a pint for beer for the man he considered a lightweight. "Best you finish that first...hols your lunch and we ill see about that fruity treat..." He placed it down on the bar before moving to tend the other customers. He more than abit amused by the prince.

The encounter had drawn the eyes of some, and while none yet made their move to confront the young prince, there were certainly laughs and giggles that moved about, under the drumming bass beats. One woman, a dark furred lass with blue hair and many, many piercings, in particular, came forward. She let her eyes fall upon him, she dancing with those that came near her, but never letting her eyes dart too far from Epsilon. "Tasty treat this little tart, bet he would be fun to toy with.."  

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

Epsilon scowls at the bartender as his request (more like order) was ignored once more and glares at the rather foul-smelling (to him, anyway) drink in front of him. Picking the mug up, he brings it to his face and sniffs at it curiously, nose wrinkling almost immediately from it. He sets it carefully back on the table, barely making even a sound of the mug hitting the surface, then eyes the bartender once more. "You must surely be joking if you think I am going to drink whatever this is." He says, pointing to the mug as if it contained a vile poison or blob creature that was intent on eating his face off. He paid no mind to any eyes that might have been watching the interaction, more interested in getting what he'd ordered in the first place.  

[serpentsong]

It was as the prince made his demands once more of the bartender, that the female made herself known, she coming about the side of the prince and grabbing the glass from the bar, she smirked tossed the contents from it and onto the floor behind the bar. He moved to sit upon the bar, her long legs crossed as she looked at the prince, her bare toes pressing on Epsilon's shoulder. "You'd do good not to upset the good old man, little pom pom...after all, can't have a bar without a tender." She glanced over her shoulder. "Hey...get this 'ere boy a drink!! and not your piss water you call beer!" She laughed and watched as the bartender brought over the original drink the boy had ordered. "Gotta be blunt with them..." She slid then from the bar, almost fully onto Epsilon's lap, she smirking at him. "Gotta admit...i am good with blunt..."  

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

Epsilon eyes the heavily pierced female warily, not quite approving of how she'd thrown the 'drink' onto the floor, even if he hadn't been going to drink it. When the drink he'd originally ordered was placed in front of him, he blinks, looking back at her. "Ah... Thank you, m'lady, for the assis..." He cut off as she tried to set herself into his lap, attempting to scoot out of the seat as quickly as he could, frowning in disapproval. "I beg your pardon, but just what do you think you are doing?" He was not a fan of having his space invaded at all, and the female, though she had been helpful, was making the short hair on the back of his neck stand up on end in alarm.  

[serpentsong]

As he moved away she grinned, she sliding from the seat to stand on her own feet once more. "You should at least be grateful, I got you want you needed after all." Her eyes shone, she chuckling to herself as she dusted herself off, regaining her composure and locking eyes with the little prince once more. "A little token of thanks is in order...or are you no real gentleman?" She moved toward him, hips swaying lightly.

From the far corner of the room, that blond haired vampire could not help but watch. The female was very brazen, but in the end he knew what she wanted and that young man was in trouble. Of course that trouble only really started if he left the club, the location itself a safe haven for all involved. Though the first step that man took from the door he would lose that protection, and all bets were off.  

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

Epsilon frowns at her, how dare she ask if he was a gentleman? He stands up straight, frown still present on his face. "Of course I am a gentleman. Gentlemen, however, hold doors open for women and hold chairs for them before scooting them under the table. They do NOT allow women to just plant themselves in their laps to do whatever they want with." To be honest, he had no interest in the females swaying hips or any of the act he was sure she was putting on. He couldn't even pretend to be interested. "I thank you for your help, even if it was not really asked for. I could pay for your drink, however, and I believe that would make us even and then we could both go our separate ways." He says, finally thinking that coming here may have been a bad idea without some sort of escort now.  

[serpentsong]

"A drink....yes, I do think that I would delight in such a thing..." She moved slowly toward him, her tongue moving along her lips, her eyes darkening slightly with her hunger. "Though i fear this bar does not offer that which I need, dear gentleman. Perhaps, if you were to accompany me for a short distance, you might hold true to your words and...purchase me a drink?" She walked passed him and headed for the back door of the club. it was never wise to take such a tasty treat out the front, there were too many chances of being noticed. "I give my word i will not be more than a minute...and then you are free to take your leave." She was so starved her fangs ached, oh how this little fop's blood would taste so good.  

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

Epsilon blinks, failing to see the logic in why exactly he should follow this strange, unknown female. The look on her face rather scared him, also, even if he wouldn't admit that out loud. "Surely you must be joking. You come here and they don't have your drink? Then why come here?" He snorts slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I am not leaving until I am finished with my own drink and I most certainly will not be going out the back door like some scullery maid ashamed of being seen." Saying this, he turns back to the counter and picks up his nearly forgotten drink, setting down a bit more in coin than what the drink was actually worth, then sits back on his stool, sipping the drink. If the infernal woman wasn't content with what was served here, she was damn well going to wait until he'd at least finished the drink that had been so much trouble for him to get in the first place first.  

[serpentsong]

Break could not help but look over her shoulder as the man moved back to the bar. Oh if that one did not have guts. She noted the chuckling from the corner, her keen ears picking it up over the music, her eyes flashing to the blond haired man. 'Speak your mind, clanless brat...this blood doll is mine, saw him fair and square.' She moved with a serpentine motion back to the bar, she sliding into the seat beside him. "I come here for the music, a girl must be picky about such things, and there is no finer entertainment than this club...the drinks....leave me wanting..." She leaned back against the bar, she watching the man close. She would be damned if she got this far and worked this hard and did not get a bite.

Asher chuckled and looked tot he dark female, he shrugging once before crossing his legs on over the other. 'I would not dream of taking him from you, though I fear he will not be a willing meal....' He looked to one of the wait staff that was out and about, making motion to them to get Epsilon another drink once his first was done. "Put it on my tab, sir....I think the boy may need abit more encouragement..."  

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

Epsilon snorts a bit at what the female had said, shaking his head slightly. "The music leaves much to be desired, to me, and is an assault on my ears. I do like how they make raspberry bellini's though.." He says, sipping at his drink some more, blinking in surprise as another one was set down in front of him when his other one was finished. "Eh? I only ordered the one drink, not more..." He said, having not heard Asher order the other for him over the music.  

[Noir Songbird]

"Oblivious? I hope you don't mean me." Anders said. Well, he could be, but only selectively so. "Oh, you know what I want. I'm not flirting with you for my health, handsome. The question is, how good are my chances of getting it?"  

[SpaceDadDisapproves]

Church arches a brow at Anders' reply. "I most certainly do mean you. And anyone else that comes by." He frowns again, turning slightly red under his fur again. Keep it up with the flirting and find out. Chances are pretty ******** good right now, I'd say. He thinks, then shakes his head, looking away from Anders just in case the other could tell he was lying by his expression. "You have about as much chance as a snowball surviving in an active volcano." He knew he was lying. He was pretty sure the other would still be able to tell it also, even without being able to see his face.