Aru nodded lightly and smiled towards both Addison and Pandora, "I'd be glad to, thank you."

The other girl was cute, Aru had to admit, and her smile added to her beauty. Aru adjusted in her seat, so that she was able to follow anyone when the time presented itself.

How odd, Aru thought to herself, Neither of them are human. . .

Pan smirked mischieviously and slipped off of the stool. "Perfect!" she chirped and gave a little twirl. She motioned for them to follow them and led the two of them toward the back rooms of Butterfly. The crowd was dense, but she wove her way through easily. This was her habitat, after all. Here was where she felt at home, where the excitement was.

It took only a few whispered words in the beefed up bodyguard's ear to have the door opened wide for them. She smirked and motioned for her guests to go in before her. She snickered as Addison passed. "Oh, by the by, I am important people. Just for your information." She winked.

Pan's remark only made Ad's grin grow wider as he and Aru made their way past the bodyguard. His smile dissolved into his psyche like a tab of acid while he walked. Oh karma, you never let me down.. He towered over the two women and took long, slow steps. He felt the pulse of the noisy club be muffled as they worked their way into wherever they were being led to. Ad's warm honey eyes scanned the surroundings in curiosity.. thoughts were processed in and out of his brain; then he didn't care about his thoughts. Just the now.

Aru nodded lightly to the guard as she passed, and smiled as she walked through the doorway. It was true that Addison towered over the two girls- most defiantly Aru. At a ripe height of 5'3'' she was just a couple inches shy of being up to Addison's shoulder. She looked small and harmless next to him, as well as Pan, who stood several inches taller than herself.

She followed obediently, waiting for Pandora to settle down where she wanted.

I wonder if any one of them are up for some fun . . . .

Back in VIP, the party was well underway, though it was a much better party when compared to the main room. Everywhere you looked there was someone beautiful was looking back. There was money to be spent, bodies to to be shared and all drinks were free. Pan grinned in the direction of a few acquaintances and led the way to the private bar. "You know what I like, sweetie," she told the bartender with a flirtatious smile and then looked expectantly at her guests.

Ad looked around the VIP room with a big grin and put his hands in his pockets. The music was still loud and pulsing, but not chaotically like it was in the main room. The room seemed to be one living creature. One big, drunk, partying, lustful creature. His head bobbed with the beat as he followed Pan with Aru to the bar. His eyes swiveled and searched like pink headlights. Maybe this night won't be as shitty as expected. But, just as he had the thought, he regretted it.

Ad felt a blunt object come in contact with the side of his head and he flinched in surprise.

"You the busta who gave that shit to my lady, make her freak?" A voice boomed, deep and gruff.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." Addy began even before he turned around. The man aided him in that. He grabbed Ad's arm and swung him around like a carousel before putting the barrel of a .45 to his left eye.

"...uh.."

Aru followed the man's arms to Addison's face. She set her drink down, and sighed. What a drag.

Since Aru was right behind Addison walking in, it was easy to angle herself between the man with the gun, and Addison; it was a bit like an Aru sandwhich. Facing the man, her back to Addison, Aru grinded slowly on the man in front of her, as slipped her hand around his wrist. Her hips rocked slowly against that man's, and Aru was quite positive Addision was close enough to feel something as well. Both her hands rose on on either side of the perpetrator, as she tried to distract him with her hips.
"Come on now, what's all the fuss?" She breathed softly, her voice seductive.

Her left hand slithered down the man's arm, squeezed tightly around the his wrist, for the man was hold the gun in his right hand. Aru's right hand snaked a butterfly knife that pressed lightly onto the man's throat.
"Put down the gun, babe, before snap your wrist ans slit your throat."

Her hips still moved slowly, suading the man of his intentions. She hoped Addision was getting something out of it, because she didn't actually enjoy dancing with slime balls like the one before her.

"This ain't got nothin to do witchu shorty.." The man gruffly cooed at her mockingly despite the knife at his throat. "It's just between me and this motherfu--"

While wrapping an arm around Aru's waist tightly, Ad quickly grabbed the gun from the man's hand and chunked the butt of the weapon at his face, cutting off the man's words. Addy's head snaked over her shoulder and coyly grinned at her, eyes flashing in excitement. "Beautiful." The guy was laid out on the floor with a gash on his forehead. "Couldn't help myself."

Ad then turned to Pan with his arm still tightly around Aru, "..so do you know everyone in this place?"

Aru glared darkly at the man on the floor, as her lips turned into an apparent frown, "Call me short again, bitch," Her slender fingers slipped the butterfly knife down towards the ground, slicing the very top layer of skin beside the man's neck.
Her eyes seemed to replicate the coldest depths of hell, "See what happens." With a fleeting glare, Aru turned her attention to her two acquaintances, her body slipping easily into Addison's grasp.

[Haha. If anyone was paying attention, Aru hates being called short- She's well aware of her height and would much rather you not mention it. XD
It's a touchy topic.]

Pan watched the scene with fleeting interest, sipping on her drink idly. "Eh, just the regulars. Every once in a while someone invites the wrong guest..." She nodded toward where two more guards were removing the man's prone form. She smiled slightly. "You're a bit calmer than the regulars, actually. With anyone else that would have disolved into a bunch of screaming. I like your solution much better, acually. Guns are such dirty kinds of things..."

[everyone I describe might sound black. I just watched the Notorious B.I.G. movie the other day.. ...which was AWESOME]

"I completely agree. Guns are for petty children..." He paused and justified himself, "...with petty issues." Goddamn... dude's cramping my style.. Ad released Aru slowly and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, put one in his mouth and lit it. He brushed his hair from his eyes as it fell with the light bobbing of his head. Something about these ladies had a certain air about them that seemed somewhat intoxicating. The normal scents bounced too and fro around the room; Chanel No. 5, Calvin Klein, Juicy, sweat, fear, and lust tickled his nostrils.

"...mind if I smoke in here?"

Aru wrinkled her nose, but nodded anyway, "It's fine." She turned her attention to the bartender and smiled sweetly. She ordered herself another round of vodka on the rocks- her seventh drink this night. She greedily chugged it down, as it was sat in front of her, and ordered yet another, this time taking her time to drain the alcohol from her glass.
[That was gay, but that's all I got. ><]

Ad sat down between the two women and gazed at Aru, "You sure can drink." If he had a tail, it would wag. "...must be that undead liver of yours." He grinned a toothy smile with the cigarette clamped between his teeth. He didn't order a drink, but admired her as she downed it like water.

"You're very fast." He commented with a gritty chuckle. "That guy nearly shit his pants." Ad spun himself around on the barstool, and once he stopped spinning, he changed his mind and ordered a beer. The frothy mug was set in front of him like a golden glass of judgment.

[It's cool, yo.]

Aru smiled brightly, "I'm not even buzzed yet," she giggled and leaned in to take a slow, steady sip of her drink, which was still pretty full. She sipped on intermittently, as she watched the people and the lights, listened to the sounds and the music. She wondered if she was going to get so drunk that she'd start getting kinky and starry-eyed; she had a tendency to be a "horny drunk". She couldn't much help it however: when she was tipsy, she lost control of her logic and was reduced to simply pleasurable desires.

Aru ignored the logic that told her to order virgin drinks and decided to see where the night would take her.
Or the alcohol.
Whichever acted first.

Aru leaned on the counter so she could turn towards Pandora and Addison with ease, her slender figure pushed up against the bar. She liked the way Addison's bangs fell to his eyes, and how the green played with his skin. Turning her attention to Pandora, Aru smiled lightly: Pandora was quite beautiful herself, with long legs and a baby face. Aru was please to have met such lovely people. A small childish smile played on Aru's full peachy lips.

"...but even if you were, it would be a pleasure to babysit you any day." Ad grinned and had already replaced the first cigarette with a new one and lit it with his cheap lighter. He sniffled absentmindedly as his nose was tickled with the all the scents around the beating club. He also turned to Pandora.

"I figure your night was shit due to a.. less than desirable man, am I correct?" Ad's eyes swiveled around the room, looking at all the beautiful people. He assumed that none of them was her previous date. They looked like the type of people who really knew how to party. Addy? He wasn't a partier, he was a party supplier. Most things his... 'smooth talking' got him through were tickets, barfights, and some money.

Pan rolled her eyes and tossed her hair in irritation. "Please. He hardly passed for a man. To eagar to please and to incompetent to even do that. I probably shouldn't have ditched him, but I think he was trying to drug me, so it's an even trade." She sighed and downed the rest of her drink quickly, enjoying the warmth as it slid down her throat. "I don't think I need a date to have a good time, though. A man would help, but not necessarily a date. That's the nice thing about back here." She surveyed the sea of faces blankly. "No attatchments. No commitments. Just a good time." Her voice, though light, was a tad wistful and melancholy.

"It shouldn't take much to have a good time," He said gruffly but with self-satisfaction. "What kind of pussy buys a roofie.." Addy raised the frothy mug to his lips and took an audible sip from the nectar of men. He finished the giant mug with a few gulps and placed it back on the bar.

"Maybe it's just me feeling like a caged animal, but I find this room to be a bit confined..." His voice trailed and his thoughts drifted momentarily into the profits he could be making with the potential clientele in the room. Ah, yes... that one woman is definitely a coke fiend. And that man, he looks like he's up for some amyls! What the hell am I thinking. "So how's about it? You ladies up for a night on the town?"

Aru shrugged, downing her drink in a couple of long sips. He icy blue eyes made their way up to Addison's as he held his gaze. She seemed thoughtful for a moment before she cooed lightly, setting her empty class on the counter.
"Mmm, I did come here for one other reason besides getting totally shitfaced," Aru began, "I was planning to feed," She finished softly, so not to be heard by innocent ears. She stood up the, to place a warm tender hand to Addison's face, "Unless either of you would like to-" she left the question opened ended, allowing either one to speak their mind.

[Eh. All I got ><]

Pan gave Aru a bland look. "What? Make a donation? Sorry, chica, I'm no blood bank. I tried that once with a friend. Not plesant in the least. I'll pass. Ask Stretch over there." She stretched languidly, feeling unthreatened. She could hold her own and if Aru decided she wanted to force her. "I could go for a little trip around town, though. Your treat, I presume?"

Aru shrugged and allowed a small smile to dance across her face.
"That's fine," She half saluted before turning, "I'll be back."

And she was. Within a three minute period, Aru found some sleeping drunk in the back, and had a little taste. She wasn't out for the whole kit and caboodle, just enough to rid herself of the harsh burn in the back of her throat. . .

She emerged from the crowd of dancers, looking just as poise and disheveled as she had three minutes before. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with a new light, and on her lips hung a mischievous smile.
"Are we set?" She breathed as she met her acquaintances.