((Yup, yup.))

Viktor, still dancing with Cadence, was wondering how his little plan was working out. He had a devious grin on his face and was waiting for one or both of them to return...if they did decide to return tonight.

>.> There's actually nothing I could do... <.< Sergei's not going to leave him and Lola's frozen. xDDD]]

((XD Oh, lovely! Hm...you could always make Lola go mess with Viktor and Cadence to show off to Nina...or we could just wait for people to come back on, if they do so tonight. That's kinda boring, though...ooh! Want to start a private rp or something, seeing as we're pretty much stuck on this one?))

If you'd like~]]

"That's for me to know and you to find out, love~" Nina almost too cheerily replied with her brightest hostess/bartender smile, all the while flipping and shaking her flair bottles with barely any effort.

Sergei's continuous pursuit of the Master did not escape her, though, and she raised an eyebrow at a guilty-looking Viktor before glaring at the cup of who-knows-what in Razz's hands. Nina's concentration on the young one was cut off for a while as several people decided to hit the bar at the same time. When she finally slid the last Bloody Mary over to a waiting werewolf Nina almost screamed in horror.

"VIKTOR!" the Poltergeist half-yelled, leaving her precious bar to a junior as she stomped over to the grinning Vampire. "Where did Razz go?! Where's Sergei?"

[Haha sorry guys. xD I saw this and I was like 'holywtf that manwhore's trying to rape the Master!'.]

((I don't mind. :D Do you have any sort of rps you're itching for right now? You could check out the ideas on my request thread if you don't have any, though.))

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Viktor grinned, barely able to contain his amusement.

"He'll be fine, Nina. He's not a toddler," he chuckled. "Let it go. Razzy can take care of himself."

Lola quirked a brow and made a face at being left at the bar so very quickly. She had to wonder if Nina didn't have a thing for Razz herself. She leaned against the bar and sighed.

"Well, Lola, looks like it's another night of slim pickings for you..." She mumbled, watching the event unfold.

[I know it says cursing is allowed but I still feel bad about it. xD]

"He'll be fine? FINE?! What the FUCK were you thinking!?" Nina raged as she paced back and forth in front of Viktor. She didn't care that she was earning stares from curious onlookers but she did feel bad about leaving Lola all too soon, though. Oh if only she'd been paying more attention! Who knows what that savage beast could be doing to her poor little puppy...

"If anything happens to him your balls are going to be skewered and served to Cadence for dinner."

'Not that he'd mind, I bet..' she added as an afterthought, coming up with various ways to murder Sergei when he gets back.

Viktor chuckled throatily.

"Sounds kinky. He'll be fine. I slipped enough aphrodisiac into his drink to last him for hours. As long as that's in gear, he won't feel any pain at all. Just relief from an ever-prevalent fever."

She pushed away from the bar and went off on her business, feeling a tad disheartened and unattractive. Good thing there were always druken idiots to get her self esteem up.

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Sergei returned, by himself, not long after. He stopped by Lola, leaning into her. He had his man, and now he ached for the touch of a woman, but something about Lola felt off, right now. He looked around, wondering what it could have been.

Razz had ambled off to his room, muttering to Sergei before he left to tell Nina where he was. He hoped he remembered to--it was the only thing he requested of him the entire time. He was sure she was freaking out by now, and he didn't want to worry her.

Now that that dreaded aphrodisiac was wearing off, the feverish feeling was going away, and it was replaced with calm. It had done its job, and it had taken the pain away. All he wanted to do was rest, now.

By the time Sergei did come back Nina was too lost in her work to notice. Even though her face was still cheery-looking (as it should be for a hostess/bartender) her anger had subsided and turned into loneliness for some reason. No Razz to play with, and Lola was somewhere off away from her... probably getting hit on by ugly, drunk (thanks to Nina), perverted men. She huffed and nearly slammed a shot glass down on someone's fingers.

"Ah, so sorry.." the Poltergeist said, not bothering to look at who it was.

Lola took Sergei's attention before seeming bored with him. She headed back to the bar, but Sergei was following after her, sitting down next to her. Lola glanced over at him, brow quirked.

"Is desperation a cruel mistress, Sergei?" She questioned cooly.

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Sergei grinned at Lola. "I'm not desperate by any means... but that doesn't make me want you any less." He spoke, standing and pressing his body against that of the female dancer. She let him, naturally, but she didn't react the way she always did. "It's not a good idea to plant one person and then immediately go after another. Try again later?" Lola spoke. Sergei laughed out loud and moved away from her to sit on a stool. "Fair enough." he responded.

A horrid sensation came crawling up the nape of Nina's neck when she saw Sergei getting too close to her Lola. Yeah, that's right. Her Lola.

So what if he was a regular customer, great tipper and somewhat attractive? Right now the bartender couldn't forgive him for what probably went on in that roo--- No. She didn't even want to think about it. Her precious, ingested alcohol threatened to come back out in an unpleasant manner if she didn't get the thought out of her head.

"It's not a good idea to plant one person and then immediately go after another. Try again later?"

"Atta girl, Lola. You tell that fucker off.." Nina mentally sneered. Or at least that's what she thought she did, but the 'geist didn't realize she had actually said it out loud.

Lola's brow quirked, and she found her head turning to the female bartender.

"Nina, did you know you said that out loud?" She inquired. That, however, did manage to amuse her. She kept her attention on the female as she worked, reaching up with one hand and tenderly fussing with the red locks atop her head.

Nina had always caught her attention, even before she knew the blonde's name. She let her white eyes trace over every detail about the woman. The gentle curves, her neckline, her eyes, everything really. She raised a glass to her lips with a grin.

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Sergei had caught it as well, and he found himself chuckling. "Turning my lay against me, are you, Nina?" He questioned, never taking the hungry red eyes away from the aforementioned 'lay'. He would have to admit, he would hate losing the redhead, especially to another woman, but he supposed he could always simply find another woman to occupy his time. He lost track of that thought soon after when he finally tore his eyes away from her and directed them towards the stage.

Viktor had gotten tired of dancing with Cadence and was instead having a...hilarious-looking tickle fight with him. The crowd looked quite amused, and some people were laughing along with them.

He didn't miss the eyes wandering to the stage, however, despite being distracted by the laughing.

Sergei always looked hungry and longing, but the tickle fight didn't seem to be amusing him the same way the crowd did. He stood, approaching the stage and taking a seat near it. He leaned back in his seat, his legs crossed. He usually kept it to one per gender per night, but maybe tonight that would change. Lola wasn't being her usual, sensual self, and with Nina around her, he couldn't have any hopes of getting anywhere with either of them. He quirked a brow.

Viktor noticed, and he half-saluted him, lazily, while dodging more tickling from Cadence. His attention span was limitless when it came to paying attention to other people.

"Enjoy my present?" he teased, grinning. "I could have tied him up and put a bow on him, of course...I was too lazy for that much flair."

Sergei chuckled a bit to himself at the words of the other male. "How cruel..." He mused aloud, raising his glass to his lips again and tossing a bit of money towards the stage. Why not? He always tipped well, and he figured he did owe the other.

Viktor had managed to get Cadence in a playful headlock. Which, of course, meant a powerful noogie!

"Cruel? Sure, let's go with that..." he retorted, amused, as he bent down to scoop up some of the money. He'd decided to keep a bit for himself, so he could buy something for Razz to make up for his antics.

He remained in that position, watching him closely, occasionally turning his head to make sure he had never truly lost sight of Lola. Now, he and Lola had an odd relationship. Sure, she was his occasional lay, but he found himself protective of the Vampire.

Viktor, who always had issues staying still or staying on one topic, eventually started getting bored of the tickle fight. After a brief last encounter tickle-wise with Cadence, he took a break, laying himself out on the edge of the stage while Cadence danced some more.

He started accepting tips from customers who wanted to touch him or give him kisses, but he immediately shooed them away if they decided to try anything hanky-panky.

Razz had made it clear that there was to be no hanky-panky in the public eye, and especially not on the stage. Disobeying his rules meant...paperwork.

Sergei watched him closely, as he often did. He was aware that if he watched long enough, Viktor would flock towards his attention. He and Lola were two peas in a pod, and he knew how to work the both of them like machines.

It didn't take long for Viktor to once again grow bored. There were barely any good-looking customers tonight. He laid his head back on the polished wooden planks of the stage and looked around.

He finally settled for keeping his eyes on Sergei. "What's this?" he chuckled. "Not interested in my goods at the moment? My other customers seem to be."

Something occurred to him, then. "Oh, yeah. Where'd the boss go? If you don't want Nina to beat the verbal crap outta you, you'd better tell her. She fusses over him like he's five. I mean, geez--he's not that helpless..."

When he brought it up, it was as if Sergei remembered something. "Come to think of it..." He spoke, standing. He placed a twenty onto his chest and let his fingers trail Viktor's body as he walked away. Sergei was smooth indeed. He approached the bar. "Nina! Razz wanted me to tell you that he would be in his room." He had to think if he had forgotten anything. Nothing. He sat down on the stool and leaned back against the bar. He raised the glass to his lips again.