You know the drill... Private roleplay between the three of us. Buzz off 'cause odds are you weren't invited.

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Shortly after sundown, the young man stalked through the streets, a look of annoyance in his green-gray eyes. Medium-length dirty blond hair was messed up, though looked purposely so, and the pale man wore all black.

He muttered something inaudible under his breath as he headed for one of the several clubs he often frequented.

A man dressed in all black, save for a fresh white shirt, with long blond hair tied back in a pony tail and a single green earring on one ear stood by the edge of the street, debating where to go now that the sun had set. His violet eyes peered up and down the street thoughtfully as he sorted out his thoughts. He wasn't one for clubs, but since he didn't have anything else to do he decided after a while of thinking that he would at least give one a try, since he'd never been to one before.

Remembering that he'd passed by a club earlier, he headed off down the sidewalk in the direction he was pretty sure would lead him to the club.

“Come on, Vicky!”
“But is it safe?”
“It’s plenty safe!”
“Yes, because date rape and drunks and enclosed spaces full of fire hazards are oh so safe.”

The two girls weaving their way through downtown could not have looked less like sisters. One was short and thin, her hair in chin length dread locks all dyed different colors, bright blue eyes looking eagerly ahead, looking for the neon sign of the club.
The other was tall and shapely, with dark brown, almost curly hair hanging to her waist in a low ponytail. She kept glancing nervously behind her with murky green eyes, as if expecting a mugger at any second.

The former was dressed in a short pink skirt, yellow shorts beneath it and green tights beneath that, a lavender camisole, white sneakers with marker drawings all over them, a light blue trench coat and a turquoise beanie pulled firmly over her dreads, which were decorated with plastic children’s beads.

The latter, on the other hand, was dressed in a conservative green tank top, black skinny jeans, and high heels the same color as the pants. She’s allowed herself some dressing up with silver jewelry- a cuff bracelet on each wrist, hoop earrings, and a cross necklace that was more for decoration than to affirm any kind of belief. While not elegant, it looked at least somewhat stylish next to her sister’s three multi-colored glow-in-the-dark necklaces.

Upon reaching the club, the taller one nearly turned and darted back out at the loud music that pulsated so that it shook the ground and made her temples throb, but because her colorful sister dove into this strange new realm wholeheartedly, she reluctantly followed into the flashing colored lights.

“I.D.s?” the bouncer demanded of them, though the taller woman suspected he was the sleazy sort of fellow who would let in any underage girl willing to flash her cleavage and blow him a kiss. She promptly pulled out her wallet, it’s only other contents forty dollars in case of an emergency, and offered her driver’s license for inspection. Her companion fished around in her pockets, producing three bubble gum wrappers, a lighter, two silver dollars, a paper clip, and a half eaten pack of Swedish Fish before locating the requested piece of plastic.

“Twenty one, see?” she chirped, flashing it to the bouncer. He nodded and motioned for them to go on in. They did, one with markedly more enthusiasm than the other.

Once at the club, Jada was allowed in immediately without showing any proof of ID. He glanced behind him to see two sisters approach the bouncer. Shrugging a bit, he headed for the usual booth where he'd sit most of the night, like he usually did.

There was a semi-dull recessed light above the table that illuminated him a bit as he sat down. A waitress brought him a drink, which he stirred with a bored expression. Jada would order several more drinks throughout the night, but he wouldn't drink a single one of them.

Jada was concerned that tonight would be boring as usual...

As the man approached the club after a few minutes of walking, he dug through his wallet for his ID on which his age was plainly stated- Twenty-five. After showing his ID, the bouncer nodded and motioned for him to enter, which he did after a moments hesitation.

The suffocating noise made the taller of the two sisters immediately refuse to dance. The shorter, more colorful of the couple dragged her to the bar instead, where they sat next to a bored looking man with messy hair.

“Get a drink,” the short one insisted loudly—though it was quieter over here, it was still difficult to be heard above the beat of the music.
“I only brought money for—”
“I’ll pay for it, relax!” She then turned to the bartender and ordered in an impossibly peppy voice, “I’ll take a ginger ale with a shot of cranberry juice, but can you like, put that in a martini glass and put an olive in there, too?”

While the bartender stared at her as if her nose had suddenly fallen off of her face, the taller one ordered a water, thus sending the bartender off to fetch their drinks—however odd one of them might be.

“Vicky.”
“What?”
“Victoria.”
The taller one, apparently named Victoria, sighed in exasperation. “What is it?”
“You ordered a water!?” Her sister demanded hysterically, “No you did not, missy! You need a real drink.”
“You can’t talk,” Victoria cried, “You got juice!”
“I’m not the one who needs to loose the stick up my butt,” the colorful woman countered, leaving Victoria speechless.

When the bartender returned, the colorful one pointed to Victoria, “She’ll take a shot of… um, whatever’s strongest.”
As the bartender tottered off once more, Victoria dragged a hand down her face with a groan—this would be a long night.

He watched them halfheartedly from his nearby booth, still playing with his drink. Several young women approached the bored man, giggling and showing off cleavage. Though he grinned, it was clear he didn't really care at all, but these women were just too foolish to realize it.

They sat down in the booth around him, two of them snuggling up close, which he didn't seem to like, but did a pretty good job of hiding his distaste for their physical contact.

The man peered around club curiously before making his way over to the bar, ears throbbing in time to the loud music. Sitting down next to two girls, one looking very colorful and one looking like she'd rather be anywhere but there, he looked at the bartender, "Just a water, please,"

After a moment, the bartender returned with his water, setting the glass down on the counter.

Victoria stared warily at the shot glass set before as the bartender moved away again. “I’m not sure I want to drink this, Nessa.”
“Vickyyyyy!” the other complained, “That’s like, six bucks or something ridiculous! I’m buying, pleaaaaaase?”

With a brave sigh, Victoria sipped the concoction- and promptly gagged. “That burns! Oh god…” Still making a face, she snatched up her water and gulped several mouthfuls, but it did nothing to alleviate the heavy taste of whatever it was that her sister had gotten for her.

“You drink a shot all at once, not in a bunch of sips,” her sister chastised gleefully, already looking around the club. “Who do you think that guy is?”
Victoria followed her gaze to a man sitting at a booth, surrounded by women. “Ugh. I don’t know, nor do I care to. He looks like a scumbag.” She sipped at her shot again, making a face as she swallowed.

“You don’t know that,” the other said astutely, spinning around on her barstool. Her feet flew out and connected with the leg of the man sitting next to her. She blinked, and then offered a grin to the blond man. “Sorry ‘bout that!”

"Why don't you all go dance and enjoy yourselves?" Jada asked the group of women surrounding him. It might've seemed like he actually cared what they did, but really he was just trying to get rid of them so he could be alone again.

When the girls left the table, he sighed with a bit of relief. Why was it that only the inebriated ones seemed unnaturally attracted to him...? If he drank such intoxicated blood he'd be in bed drunk for days.

The man winced at the sting on his leg where the girl's feet had his him, "It's alright, don't worry about it." It had been just an accident as far as he could tell. No reason it wouldn't be alright- he might have a lovely bruise later, though.

"I'm Vanessa, or just Nessa, or whatever." she called to him over the music, leaping into conversation without a second thought, "I always wanted to be named Starla, though. Isn't that a nice name? Starla. That's Vicky," she added, jabbing her thumb over he shoulder.
"Victoria, actually," the other woman said primly, shooting her dread-locked sister a rather nasty glare.

Vanessa, as the colorful one was called, glanced over her shoulder to see the bored and handsome man sitting alone. "Tell her your name and she can tell me when I get back," she said to the man beside her before looking to her sister. "I'm gonna go talk to that guy!"

"Nessa, wait!" Victoria cried, but the small woman had already slid off of her stool and was moving towards the table.

Faux-tini in hand, Vanessa plopped herself in the booth across from the now solitary man, flashing him a winning smile as she did. "Hi," she said brightly as if she hadn't just completely invaded his table without asking. "So, do women hang all over you often?"

"Only the drunk ones," he sighed, playing with the toothpick in his full cocktail glass. He leaned back against the soft bench, lounging as though he were the only one in the room. "Does it matter?" he asked with a slight smirk, glancing up at her eyes.

"I guess I should introduce myself, then," the man said, holding out a hand to Victoria, "I'm Aken, pleased to make your acquaintance."

"Not particularly," Vanessa replied, "I just wanted to know. It's not every day you see so many women hovering around one guy." She looked at the dance floor, as if she could pick the women that had been with him out of the crowd, "Do they all want to have sex with you, or are they just wanting to follow you around or something? Because I have trouble believing that there are that many sluts in the world." The whole time, her voice remained upbeat.

After a moment's hesitation, Victoria allowed herself to breifly shake Aken's hand. "Aken. Got it. I guess you already heard Starla over there introduce me," she said, glancing at her sister to make sure she wasn't getting into trouble. She frowned at the man as she noticed the way he was lounging. Making sure Vanessa was otherwise occupied, she hastily dumped what was left in her shot glass into a wilting plant convieniently placed on the bar. It looked terribly out of place amidst the club-goers and dim, violet-tinted lighting, but she was grateful for its presence. "Nasty stuff."

Jada let out a soft snort of laughter. "There are more sluts in this world than you can imagine, and liquor only creates more of them," he told her, picking up his glass and sniffing at it, before putting it back down on the table.

"Some of them want to have sex, others want to make their boyfriends or friends jealous. The others, I don't really know what they want. I don't really care what any of them want with me. They tend to be boring. Such a shame how the beautiful ones usually don't have an ounce of self-respect, and seem to have very little more if any intelligence."

Shrugging a little, he beckoned a waitress over. When she hurriedly arrived, he glanced at Vanessa. "What are you drinking?" he asked her as an offer to refill her glass.

Aken nodded in agreement, "Very nasty indeed. Here, want a refill on your water? Or something else?" He was in a nice mood- haha, he rarely was in a bad mood- and wanted to get Victora a drink or something to make up for the alcohol her sister had got her.

"Golly, that'll upset Vicky when I tell her about all those sluts," Vanessa said, pointing to the woman who was still seated at the bar. "She took so many women's studies courses it's not even funny. I think sluts offend her now, or something." She couldn't wait to drag Victoria over to talk to this guy, he was so interesting! And she'd thought he was a sleaze bag! Ha!

"Oh, thanks," Vanessa grinned at the man before she held her glass up to the waitress. "Ginger ale, shot of cranberry juice. And can you put another olive in there, please?"

Victoria quite nearly fell out of her chair at Aken's offer. What was this? A guy asking to buy her a non alchoholic beverage? There was a man talking to her, in a club of Vanessa's choice who wasn't sleazy enough to try to get her drunk so she'd take him home? Well... that was new.

Instead of falling out of her chair, however, Victoria smiled at him. "A water would be nice," she said. Maybe allowing herself to be dragged her wasn't the worst idea in the world, not quite.

"Hm... So you're not intoxicated and you're still sitting near me. Why would that be? Just curious, or something more?"

Another woman came up and sat down next to Jada, sliding up against him with a grin, sending a competitive glance towards Vanessa. "So, Jada," she said, walking her fingers up his arm to his shoulder. "Gonna play with me today?"

"I thought I told you not to touch me," he growled at her, glaring. "Get away from me. I told you before, I have no interest in women who spread their legs for just about everyone."

The woman smacked him so hard on the cheek that she hurt her hand, whimpering as she clutched it close to her chest. After a second she grabbed his drink and threw the liquor in his face, then broke the glass over his forehead before hurrying away, only to be grabbed by security for causing such a scene.

Jada blinked slowly, his eyes watering from the sting of the alcohol. After several seconds, he finally reached out and took the cloth napkin nearby and dabbed at his eyes with it while brushing the shards of glass out of his hair with his other hand.

"Fucking slut," he sighed under his breath, just before the waitress brought Vanessa her drink.

"Alright," Aken nodded, smiling. When the bartender came over, he ordered another water for Victoria. After a moment, the bartender returned and set the glass of water down.

((HA. I CAN spell her name right. XD; ))

"JesusAllahBhuddahZeus," Vanessa breathed as she grabbed her own napkin and dabbed at the alchohol that had splashed on the table. Somehow, a plethora of religious names coming from her lips as an exclamation of suprise seemed... natural, for someone like her.

"You okay? Shit, that looked like it hurt. You aren't bleeding, are you?"

Victoria smiled at Aken, letting a bit of warmth slip into her demeanor. "Thanks. I don't usually-" she turned at the sound of comotion behind her, and color drained from her face as she noticed Vanessa's proximity to it.

"Nessa," she gasped, leaping to her feet, then hesitating. It looked like her sister was alright... And did she really want to get involved?

"A little," he said, looking at the blood on his hand. There was a deep cut on his forehead from where the glass had broken. "Having thick skin and an even thicker skull comes in handy sometimes," he said with a slight wince, immediately pressing the napkin to his eyes again.

"I'm really sick of her..." His cheek was bright red, and stinging. "Oh, fuck this. I think I'll just find somewhere else to eat tonight..."

Aken peered over at the commotion, "What do you think happened? Someone hurt?" He wondered aloud.

"Think they've got a first-aid kit around here? Ah, 'course they do. Bar fights happen, they gotta be prepared..." Vanessa stood up and peered around, flagging down a waitress to ask her to please bring it out. His comment about going somehwere else deflated her. He was fascinating, and there was no way Victoria would willingly be dragged along to another outing just to follow some stranger around.

"I-I don't know," Victoria said, "It looks like that guy's bleeding." Grabbing her glass, as she didn't quite trust a near-stranger, however gentlemanly he was, to watch it, she took a step in the direction of the table. Vanessa, at that moment, looked up and waved to signal that she was fine. She mouthed something, which Victoria apparently understood, because she sat back down, though her anxiousness faded only slightly.

"Jada, are you alright?" one of the waitresses asked, coming to check on him.

"Yeah. Just Prissy harassing me again," he said, sitting straight up.

"I don't think she'll be coming back after tonight. The patrol car out back hauled her out of here. C'mon, let's get you patched up and something to eat." He gently took his arm and pulled him to his feet, then back into the staff room.

The staff room door was shut firmly behind them, only accessible by use of a sliding key that only staff possessed. Once inside the room, the waitress helped Jada tidy up, then 'fed' him, after which he left through a back entrance unseen by the rest of the club.