Snippet #2236996

Bianca

It was one of those nights, a night where I was going to paint the town either in fear or mischief, I wasn't really sure which yet though. As soon as the sun had started to set I put on my usual night crawl costume; it really couldn't be called anything else. My full face make-up made it seem as though I had just walked from a carnival what with the my whole face being white, red lips and a red dot on the tip of my nose, heavy eye-liner and mascara, and the signature detail of the black streaks dripping down my cheeks. My clothes, consisting of a leather leotard corset, black high-heel boots, a black scarf, and a small red sheer fabric skirt.

As I walked down the street I certainly turned heads, and too all of those who were alone I flashed them a creepy smile that nearly sent them running home. It made me feel giddy. I was nearly skipping down the street going to check out this certain club called Indulge, or something like that. It wasn't my usual kind of party, mostly because it was fairly popular, but I was interested in seeing why it was so popular. I had watched it from the outside a couple of weeks ago and I still don't understand why so many people go there because really it's such a standard looking club.

When I finally got to the front of the line the guard looked me up and down, not sure what to make of me. Sure I was going by their 'dress code', which I couldn't believe they had a rule for what to wear, but the over all costume seemed to have confused him. Eventually he just gave in, not really caring anymore and too confused to ask me anything. Oh the power of being outside of the box works on everyone. Inside it was like what I expected, nothing overly exciting or special, just your basic rave. There were people dancing, loud music attacking your ears, flashing lights, and...girls making out. Nothing new. I walked over to the bar thinking it would be a good idea to get a little tipsy before trying anything. There was an pretty boy there too and I wasn't sure how he got in, if in fact he was asked for an ID card, because he looked a little young to be at a party like this and drinking as well. I leaned against the bar not too far from him, ordered my drink of straight up Vodka and just looked around formulating plans in my head of how to tear this place apart, figuratively of course.


Patrick MacEvoy
I walked along the streets, heading back towards my home to get ready for a day of nothing tomorrow as my apprentice was taking the day off for some reason. I had the day planned out of mostly spending time at the bar and doing some reading of adventures out on sea. As a passed a certain place I heard the pounding music that you hear at clubs and a man in black standing outside of the door.

I knew fairly well that this club, Indulge, belonged to the White Court and new that it was more than dangerous for anybody to go inside, but I got a weird feeling the pit of my stomach. I wasn't sure what it meant, only that something bad was going to happen to night, or should I say worse than normal. And if this were true than there would need to be someone in there to get everyone out safely. Thinking of this I groaned to myself knowing that part of me really didn't want to go inside, but the other half winning out because of the thought of innocent people getting hurt. So I forced my hands into my pockets, ground my teeth together and walked towards the door. The man in front of it stopped me, looking me up and down which triggered my not so subtle flirtatious side.

"Aw, come off it mate, you know that I'm more than qualified to go in there," he leaned forward, "Besides you and I both know that I'll have ta repay ya later on." This seemed to perk the man up, and he let me through the door. As I was about to enter I turned around and winked at him, then turned around rolled my eyes.

"Like that would ever happen," I said to myself. The guard was not even close to what you would call 'my type', way too burly and tick-headish. He reminded more of a troll or ogre than an actual humanoid being. The party was flashing inside in an intense pulsating fashion that hurt my eyes, my ears, and my head. I never understood how people could choose this over a nice old-fashioned pub with belting out drinking songs and the works. I looked around for a place to wait out everything by myself, thinking that these people better be worth coming in here and ruining my regular schedule. Eventually I just gave up looking for a lonesome place and moved to an open seat at a table near what looked like a cat-walk. I rolled my eyes, ordered a Guiness beer and tried to relax and try something new. Though I felt completely out of my element, I figured that while I waited for the danger to happen then why have some fun until then. I was never much of a dancer so the dance floor was out, but there were enough people staring my way, probably because of my out of time clothing, that I figured someone would come to me eventually and brighten up my night.