Juliette Milosovici's Story

Seductively strutting through the doors Beelzebub made a number of heads turn and stare at the girl wearing nothing but black-lace lingerie and fishnets. Ignoring the flattering gazes, she sat in one of the booths and scanned the club to find her prey. Though she blushed and quickly turned her head away when she met the eyes off Jagger. Setting her hand under her thigh to stop it from twitching, she looked down at her legs and tried not to think of how hot he looked with the silver cross dangling room his ear. "Well aren't you a cute little thing".

Beelzebub straightened her back when an unfamiliar arm snaked around her bare waist. She turned to find a charming red head smiling at her flirtatiously, boldly showing off his fangs. This was an easy job, she knew that all this man needed was a pet to his ego and she would have him. With an embarrassed and meek smile she began her magic, "Hi, umm.. I'm Janie. W-what's your name?".

His smile grew, "Come on now sweet, I can see right through you. You can tell me your real name. I won't hurt you".

"oh, i-it's Amy"

"Amy, That's a pretty name you got. What's a girl like you doing a place like this?"

"Well I usually don't go to places like this. Do you mind showing me around?"

"No problem", he patted his lap, gesturing to change her seating. Beelzebub knew how to play this, she perfected the shy virgin act years ago. Seeming uncomfortable she stiffly sat on the gentleman's lap. His hands ventured from her waist to her legs, slowly stoking her thigh. Shaking her head she put her hands on his own signalling for him to stop. He pouted, "Come on now Amy, your a pretty thing, I'm sure you know a thing or two", she felt a small sphere placed into her palm, "try this, it'll calm your nerves". She slipped in a small grin as she put the pill in her mouth, but kept it between her teeth. Sliding her head onto his shoulder, she spit the pill out from behind his head. With her arm around his neck, she moaned and began to feel him up, straddling his crotch. Her hands began to fall down his back. Whoever this guy was, he was a bit too eager, groping what ever part of her half naked body his hands could find, But she didn't exactly mind. Because while he was getting busy, she had already slipped his wallet out of his pocket and took all his money. The man pulled her back, startling her and making her whimper. "It was nice taking to you love, but I have better bitches to tend to."

He then pushed her off and walked to another booth. Beelzebub giggles, the douche thought he had played her when it was in fact quite the opposite. She was too bored to do too good of a job. But it didn't matter, cause she had all she needed. Beelzebub calmly got out of the booth and bouncily walked to the bar. "Oh Juliette" she shouted in a sing-song voice, "I've got a nice tip for you". She smiled and sat on the stool waiting for the pretty blonde to give her a reward for her good work. But before Juliette, a fuzzy friend crawled around her neck and rested on her shoulder. "Why hello there, how did my little boy do today?" She cooed as the ferret placed a fancy gold watch in her hands and a small stack of crumpled bills. "Good job baby, you get to have a nice drink". She gently stroked her pet as she waited for her boss.

Despite the loud pounding music and low whispers and moans of the patrons Hyde found he had no difficulty hearing the orders of his customers. He supposed the perks of being a vampire were heightened senses, one being hearing of course. It was an interesting thing being a vampire working in a bar filled with hormonal humans. Even through the music and their words he could hear the steady flow of blood through their veins.
"Holy water, please!" He heard a pretty little thing at the corner of the bar call for and he lifted his green eyes to hers and nodded letting her know he understood his order. With skilled hands he made a show of pouring the drink for her and then slid it towards her and held his hand out for the bill that was placed in his hand. He could hear her blood seem to increase in place as he came closer and they touched. It was another thing that one got used to when being a vampire, everyone seemed to be attracted to you.

He moved along the bar filling orders as they came, slowly making his way towards Juliette and Beelzebub, when he reached them and they were in speaking distance he heard Beelzebub tell Juliette she had gotten her a nice tip and watched as a ferret also came up to her and deposited his loot from the bar goers. He was used to stealing as well now, and rather than frown he went and got a small little dish of water for the Ferret.
"Not bad there friend." He told the small creature, Glancing up at Beelzebub he let his gaze linger over her clothes and sighed a little "I think a challenge would be to steal fully dressed." He told her. "But it is a nice body, so I suppose you have every right to show it off." He told her honestly. He looked over to Juliette and then straightened.

It may have been a very different place, certainly a place that might make most uneasy, but for Hyde- it was home.

Nyx & Kaine.
Nyx - "Speech"
Kaine - "Speech"

With an unusually wide grin stretching from ear to ear, Nyx eyed herself in the mirror, checking that her outfit looked at least decent; while she was never one who dressed to impress others, she was far from a tramp and she actually liked to look good. Her image was important to her, but she couldn't care less what other people thought of her. Her clothes were dark and baggy, from top to bottom, and she wore a black cap that tilted up slightly. She ran a hand through her side-swept fringe and turned around to see that her brother had been staring at her. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice monotonous, "because I don't want to be stood her for much longer. I'm terribly impatient, as you know," he continued. She rolled her eyes and let out a huff of breath simultaneously, nodding her head shortly after. "Yes, Kaine, I'm ready." She eyed his outfit then, scrunching her nose a little. She didn't understand her brother's fascination with skinny clothes. Kaine said nothing more, and simply just walked past her and towards the door. He trusted Nyx to be able to keep up with his pace, though she had stopped to lock the door before she left the building.

They made their way down to the club together, but they hadn't spoken a word to each other since they set out, until they got to the doors. "Listen, if there's something hanging on the door when you come home tonight, just make yourself scarce for the night, yeah?" she warned him, but she was clearly joking. Kaine scoffed lightly, but nodded regardless; he never knew when she was being serious or not, and the last thing he wanted was to walk in on that. Kaine walked over to the bar, whereas Nyx was making her way around the club, hoping to find some interesting people to talk to, or have some fun with. She held a light smirk on her lips as she made her way to an empty booth. She took a seat and let out a huff, repositioning her cap out of boredom. Her eyes darted to certain people in the club, and occasionally she would catch sight of her brother making conversation at the bar; with whom, she didn't know, but she narrowed her eyes anyway.

She had also noticed a small gathering at the bar, and she was debating whether or not to approach them, because she was becoming bored and she didn't want to be sat alone all night. Humans weren't as interesting as some of the Vampires in the club, but she didn't consider herself to be that close to any of them. She sucked her teeth and sighed lightly, standing herself up, only to be caught off guard by a presence that had appeared directly in front of her, seemingly out of nowhere. Her eyes travelled upwards, until she met the eyes of the man stood before her. His piercing blue eyes stared down into hers, and she wasn't sure what to do at that point. She didn't even know if he was a Vampire or not, but she was seriously freaked out. "Can I help you?" she asked, and a smirk crawled across his lips as he lightened his expression slightly. "No, but you can let me buy you a drink..?" he offered, and Nyx shrugged her shoulders lightly. "Maybe." With that, she sidestepped him and made her way to the bar, almost gesturing for him to follow.

When they approached, she tried her best to stay as far away from her brother as possible, because she always felt a little uncomfortable communicating with guys when he was around, for more than one reason, but she found herself to be fairly close to the small gathering that she'd spotted earlier. It made her feel a little uneasy, but she kept her eyes on the guy as she took a seat. As he ordered drinks, she allowed herself to look around the club once more. She felt his hand on her back as he shifted a little closer, but she didn't feel the need to react to that so soon. In all honesty, she was looking for Jagger. He was always fun to hang out with, despite how terrifying he could be at times. She tried to look past all that, and see him only as the guy who had willingly taken her and Kaine in during their time of need. She spent a while making conversation with her little friend, discovering that his name was Rick. Such a ridiculous human name, she thought, but he didn't seem too bad. If he was persistent enough, he'd be the guy she'd take home, but she would easily give up that chance if someone better came along.

The appearance of new customers as Salvation was as varied as its clientele, especially when it came to people of the living variety. Most of the so-called "fang-bangers", a label most wore with pride and an attempted seductive glance, heard about the club through the grapevine, whispers of rumors in dark clubs, mysterious posts on message boards and social media with no follow up. It wasn't that the club was exclusive, per say, but to truly enjoy it you needed to fit a certain category of people. Emily "Blud" Camden, standing huddled into one of the nightclub's only unoccupied corners, tugging incessantly at her too-short black lace dress that wasn't even close to being the skimpiest outfit of the night, was beginning to think that maybe she wasn't cut out for this.

Unlike most patrons of the club, she had found it by accident. Walking down the street one night, she'd heard Salvation before she saw it. It was like a scene from the Gothic romances she so adored when the door opened and she caught a glimpse of the writhing crowds within illuminated only by red lights, undulating to the beat of whatever song that still pervaded through the loud din within. And the people within-! Her heart beat had accelerated, desire suddenly coursing through her veins because, and she really couldn't help it, everyone that she could make out in the dim light was gorgeous in a dark, almost predatory way. She hadn't gone in that night, had felt too embarrassed in her frumpy black sweater and baggy black jeans to even contemplate joining them. She'd passed by again the next night, however, and then the night after that, and the night after that until it was almost a month later.

This night she'd gathered up her courage, brought out that skimpy black dress she always said she'd use('Take that, mom,' she'd smirked internally), practiced introducing herself in the mirror all afternoon ("It's Blud… Who me? They call me Blud… Mmm, a drink? For me? Thank you. The name's Blud...") and made her way to Salvation, ready for a night where she would be the star, one of the beautiful people, a woman of mystery, of sex appeal- That is, until she made it into the club, had become completely overwhelmed at just how wild it was, and, seeing her exit barred by people she was incredibly sure were only wearing scraps of underwear as an outfit, had promptly slunk into a corner to wait them out. She was still there thirty minutes later.

"And what's a little girl like you doing in a place like this?" The voice, smooth as silk but with an almost physical dangerous undertone, whispered from beside her. Emily whipped around and instantly regretted it as she was trapped in her corner, a man with at least half a foot on her and wearing more eyeliner than she thought imaginable, sneering down at her with a predatory grin.

"And what's your name, pretty girl?" He continued on, and, oh God, he had fangs. The rumors had been true!

"B-B-B-B," She stammered, all of her practice gone in an instant, but the man didn't seem to mind because he was getting closer now, not touching her, but close enough so that she could smell the alcohol on his breath and a tangy, iron smell.

"I j-j-just want t-to leave-" She stuttered, and he laughed, not unkindly, but like he'd heard this far too many times before.

"Right, right. And then you ask me to buy you a drink, and then you drop the coy act- listen, girly, I've been through this dance before-"

"Is something the problem here?" The man leaned back as if drawn by the voice, and Emily was given a view of her probably savior and had to do a double take. It was another man, but this one inherently and wonderfully different from the first. He was tall with obvious muscles hidden beneath a navy pinstripe suit that looked like it had been brought right out of the 1920s. His hair was thick but neatly trimmed with equally well-maintained scruff on his chiseled chin. But, for all of his physical attractiveness and remarkably odd fashion choice, it was his voice that drew her in the most, an odd accent that she couldn't even begin to place, but it sounded like a little of everything.

"Like you don't know," The first man said with a snort, an impish smile on his face. "Jagger always has his girls-"

"She's not one of them," The other man interrupted, head titled to one side. The eyeliner-painted man recoiled in an instant as if burned.

"Hey, man, my mistake. Seriously, I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry about it, it's an easy mistake to make," The answer wasn't reproachful, but it sounded a little like a sigh as if he'd had to do this numerous times before. The first man, relief visible on his face, vanished without another world leaving Emily with her savior.

"I'm sorry about that," He said, finally turning his attention fully on her, and Emily felt herself turn red under her caked on white makeup. "You're new here, yes?"

She nodded dumbly, not trusting her words after the past few minutes. He apparently noticed, and continued after that brief nod.

"Would you like me to escort you out? It can be a little… frightening here if you're not used to it." She could only nod again because thank God or the Devil or whoever sent this man her way, she was finally going to be able to leave. The man took her gently by the elbow, like the perfect gentleman from her Gothic romance novels, and guided her out the door, weaving through the writhing masses on the dance floor which had only just now begun to pick up.

The night air was freezing against her sweat-covered skin when she finally made it outside. But the cold was welcome after that half hour she'd spent paralyzed within the club.

"Be careful going home," He advised, patting her arm gently before letting go. "If you ever do return, though, ask for Felix." With that, he disappeared back into the club, and Emily was left to stare at the closed door before, with a girly giggle she'd later deny, making her way home.

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It was almost sad, Felix Aelius resident Roman and overall manager of Salvation decided as he made his way through the club, finding his way with ease around the controlled chaos within, how often he'd had to do that this week. He couldn't blame the customers, nor those brave enough to venture into Salvation alone, but there was no doubt that for as many actual sweet girls entered the club, there were a dozen other women or even men playing the part in some bizarre match of wills. Or maybe he was just old-fashioned. Well, that was certainly true. Over a thousand years of unlife did that to a person.

Finally, like a beacon through the night, the bar came into sight, flashes of it visible as people swarmed around him, never quite touching him on pure instinct, like smaller predators avoiding real confrontations with a lion. Vampires didn't have to know him, it was just a survival reflex, unconscious and truly ingenious for survival. He reached it the moment his boss and friend slipped from his stool, a look of childish contempt flashing across the younger vampire's face towards his sister. If Felix was a lion, then Jagger was the leader of their Pride, all danger and pure energy wrapped into one tiny body.

"I suppose I'd be naive to ask if you're behaving," He laughed, emerging from the chaotic crowd behind him and sliding into full view. At least Juliette wouldn't be frog-marching him back to his room tonight- he thought he looked quite dapper in his suit. Oh, wait. Was that a bad thing? He could never remember.

If one did not like their personal space being invaded, then they should avoid any association with Salvation's owner and resident madman Jagger Milosovici. You learn that lesson mere moments after meeting the purebred vampire, whether he's climbing all over you in an excited child-like frenzy or simply disregarding any need for your personal bubble. It was, of course, very lucky that Felix didn't mind anything of the sort and, with a mixture of resigned acceptance and an affection for the younger vampire, took one for the team and let his boss climb all over him. It was certainly a better outcome than what could happen- for all of his impish grins and childlike tendencies, anyone who knew Salvation's owner and even a smidgen of his past would realize just how dangerous he could be. So, really, Jagger running face first into his manager with over exaggeratedly flailing arms was probably the best possible outcome in this situation, and it was a testament to just how comfortable Felix was with the other man that he allowed himself to touch Jagger, steadying his frantic movements.

Jagger's answer was just as coy as he'd expected, with an additional term of endearment that had Felix wracking his limited knowledge of Romanian to decipher(he really ought to study up on it if only because Jagger and Juliette's matching looks of amusement when he couldn't quite figure out if they were insulting him or not, not to mention Jagger's unintentional lapses into his native tongue). Felix couldn't help but laugh again, noise muffled by the almost palpable auditory chaos that was the club, before his face fell into something akin to a pout as Jagger began running his hands along his suit, tugging it into perfection. And he'd thought he'd gotten it right this time-!

"Well, pretiositas, let's hope that your sister agrees with you," He sighed without any real exasperation, a hint of a smile playing at his lips with his own slip into Latin. With any luck he'd barely pass Juliette's critical gaze without her forcing him back to his home- Oh. In an instant the slight smile vanished from his face, all of his features steeling themselves into a serious expression.

"I'm sorry to be late," As always, his speech and words was slightly stilted as if he was wracking his mind for the correct word in the correct language(a feat made all the more difficult by the multilingual nature of Salvation's clientele and staff), "But there was an incident." He shifted his feet and lowered his volume so that only Jagger could hear over the din surrounding them.

"I was visited by the police this evening. Apparently there was another body in an alley nearby. They came to ask if I recognized her." He paused, biting his lower lip lightly as if wondering how to break the news. "She was one of the newer clients- I've seen her come in nightly. This is perhaps the sixth person they've found that they can directly link with us. They told me that they're going to start seriously investigating now."

It was no surprise that, given the large amount of vampires and humans in one place added to the ingestion of copious amounts of drugs and alcohol that there tended to be… incidents at Salvation once in a blue moon. A vampire might have too much to drink and drain a fellow clubber dry, or a drug fueled rage might leave the body of another vampire to waste away in an alley. This never happened within the club, of course, but the association brought unnecessary attention to a secret subculture that would like to remain secret, thanks very much. However, the incidents were increasing in frequency and that was certainly attracting unwanted attention from those outside of Salvation's circle.

"Now what would be the fun in that?", Beelzebub asked Hyde with a coy smile. Blowing him a kiss, she loosened her arm for Abu to crawl down and drink his reward. She grinned as the ferret squeaked joyfully, but at the sound of her name quickly looked up. There she Juliette handing her a glass of clear liquid that she knew was far from water. Giving her a cheerful smile, Beelzebub slipped a drop of the drink into Abu's dish before take it down herself. When the glass was drunk empty she set it down and sighed in content.

However, her relaxation was abruptly interrupted at the sound of Jagger's voice. She turned around and spotted the handsome man talking to Felix. Now as much as she loved her new-found family, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't jealous. It was merely the fact that he was smiling at some one that wasn't her. Complimenting someone that wasn't her. "Maybe if I dressed nicely he would like me", she whispered her thought to herself. Though she would have spent hours questioning her life, the twitch in her hand was growing more and more noticeable. She needed to distract herself. "JULIETTE! Take a brake already let's dance!"

Though she knew it was risky to irk the much stronger girl, she couldn't quite bring herself to care. Instead of waiting for a reply, she jumped onto the bar and took a seat right in front of her. Placing her recently earned hundred in her teeth, Beelzebub rested her arms around Juliette's arms and nudged her neck with her nose. She grazed her teeth on her skin and skillfully used her tongue to place the money securely in the older girls necklace. Before coming back up, she playfully nipped on her ear and planted a kiss on her cheek. Looking back at her face to face, she paused. She sat there blankly staring, fixed on the small details and features that just reminded her of Jagger. Though they were twins, she never considered them to even be related. They were two different people, and she wasn't with the one she wanted to be at the moment. Realizing the twitching had started again and how long she had been sitting in silence. Without a word she sneaked a bottle of whatever she could find, gave Juliette a sweet peck on the nose, and jumped off the bar with only the sound of her choker jingling.

Once on the other side, she strolled through the large groups of people, dancing too close for even herself. Beelzebub laughed as she let the lovely liquid pour down through her throat. Though it was a personal code of hers to never work while drunk, she needed to stop herself from shaking.Luckily she had a high tolerance for alcohol, but had just enough to make her start giggling and face blush. She walked unsteadily to Jagger and let herself into their seemingly serious conversation. With a soft voice she waved a thick wad of cash in front of the two, "Looky Boss. Look what I got, and it's only been a few hours into the night. Aren't you proud of me". She laugh loudly, unsure if she was drunk or her nerves were taking over her. "Felix! where have you been all night", she smiled brightly and gave him a light hug. Without him knowing, she clipped the watch Abu had found onto his wrist to see how long it would take him to realize. "You're missing out on a lot".

Hyde was attempting to look serious at Juliette but the way she was looking at him made him grin. They could never be serious with each other. They danced for a little while meshing modern dance with their pasts, and when they were finished and had to return to their duties they headed on back to the bar and out of the dance floor area. Hyde chuckled to himself and he leaned against the bar and brushed a friendly finger down her nose. "There you see." He told her. "I can dance like those humans any day." He pointed to the crowd with the finger that had previously been on her nose.

Hyde opened the area that let them step behind the bar and let Juliette pass and then walked in behind the bar himself. He closed the bar top and said "Well that was certainly fun." He said. He leaned against the bar, and heard someone calling for a bartender and he glanced down the way and lifted a hand telling the patron silently that he would be along in a moment. "Oh I'd forgotten to tell you." He told his friend leaning towards her. "I read this new book, I think you and Felix might like it. So if you want it first you'd better steal it from the back." He told her. "It's a fantasy this time. Lots of dragons and some steampunk." He winked at her and then moved away.

Hyde found himself walking towards the patron who was asking for some sort of drink concoction. He nodded and grinned at the female as he made it for her. She smiled coyly at him and Hyde found himself wondering if he had found a meal. Her blood smelled sweet and he'd always found he had a sweet tooth. He passed her the drink she requested and leaned up on the bar and looked at her with a smile.

Within minutes he had her number written on his hand and he was off moving down the bar. Hyde made it a policy to never have relations with his meals. The idea of taking the life blood from someone you knew and loved seemed impolite in a way, and though some of his relations had begged him and he was usually happy to go above and beyond for them, he would never drink from them.

Almost by his job description, Felix was the resident kill-joy of Salvation, at least for the new vampiric population. It was with his sharp gaze and quick retribution when someone took things too far that he kept the club in check, something that its owner was unwilling to do. Quite frankly, Jagger was under the impression that the sign out front was enough policing for his club, but Felix, Hyde, and occasionally Juliette, when she could be bothered, thought otherwise. It kept the club in balance, as it were, with Jagger providing the insanity, the freedom, the lust for (un)life that their customers thrived on, feeding off of his wild, untamed energy. Felix, on the other hand, provided the solid rock of sanity that no one particularly liked, but was ultimately necessary. Well, we say that nobody liked it- a good majority of the humans did for the simple fact that when Felix was on duty unwanted feedings and violence plummeted in comparison tot he laissez-faire attitude Jagger and a good majority of people felt towards the place.

It didn't mean that Felix had to like this part of the job, especially when sociopathic, new bloods started sassing him. Not only did it make him feel old in a way that no immortal should, but it wore on his almost legendary patience. Kaine was a frequent offender in this regard, starting fights and breaking rules that weren't explicitly stated, but were still enforced by Salvation's only manager. Like this one for instance, number six in the Holy Book of Felix; thou shalt not assault other club goers for asinine reasons.

That was why, when Kaine stared impassively up at him, smugness in his features like a teenager being called out by a teacher, Felix simply stared back, lips pressed into a thin line. There was quiet between the two, a battle of wills and instinct as Felix waited for Kaine to let the poor man go and/or attempt to defend himself. Felix wasn't unreasonable, of course, so he did end up listening to more explanation than most people would. They just usually ended up being completely idiotic.

"This pervert has been eyeing up Hyorin for a while, and no one touches or looks at my baby sister without her permission."

As he'd thought; this clearly broke the rule in the Book of Felix regarding asinine behavior. He didn't car about big-brother instincts because, quite frankly, if someone took an interest in Nyx and wasn't a vampire, he would be more considered about them than the vampire girl. Nyx could and would take care of herself.

Clearly unimpressed, he simply looked on as Kaine inflicted the last bit of damage he could before releasing the man who scampered away into the crowd, bleeding from his scalp, which was clearly visible given that Kaine had ripped out a good chunk of his hair. The younger vampire looked so pleased with himself, or, well, as pleased as Kaine's general expression allowed.

"Is there anything else, or did you just come over here to ruin my fun?"

"No, I'd like to remind you that, if you want to assault people, please don't do it on or around club property." So Felix wasn't a saint, per say, but, honestly, he had a hard enough time keeping Salvation sane; once the club goers left his sight and range of influence, they left his mind. "Have a nice night."

His job wasn't done yet as he waved Kaine off with disregard only an old or powerful vampire could get away with, vanishing back into the crowds with a silent threat to keep his eyes on him. Quite frankly, however, he had other things to worry about. For instance, a bleeding patron in a room full of drunk and/or drugged up vampires. If the man made it out the doors, more power to him, but an injured human in the club just oozed danger.

After making sure that the human had made it out the door without any more real issues, Felix weaved his way through the crowds and back to the bar. He'd only been on the job for ten minutes at most and already he'd broken up a misunderstanding, had a serious talk with Jagger, and he's most likely saved a young man's life. Typical Salvation. It was only after he'd slid onto a barstool that he noticed the very different scenes around him from the resident bartenders. Hyde looked dreamy and satisfied, obviously a feeding has gone right that night. On the other side was Juliette with a decidedly un-Juliette-like expression of an unnatural sluggishness, the cause of which was dispersing into the club, fading in the red lights. If that hadn't been enough, her choice for companion and the obvious smell in the air(well, obvious to someone who'd been here almost as long as the club had been opened) made it all the more obvious. His lips twisted into a frown, but he didn't walk over, didn't nothing to acknowledge the pair apart from a look that lasted a moment longer before he was waving Hyde over. He couldn't tell Juliette what to do, after all, even if he knew he'd be hearing about this later either from Hyde or a teary-eyed Juliette.

"I take it you've had a good evening?" He asked, leaning over the bar. Even if everyone else seemed to prefer fresh blood tonight, Felix, more often than not, didn't have time for that, so the sight of him at the bar was as normal as anything in the bar(not that that was saying much). Honestly, children these days; they had no idea how lucky they were to have blood whenever they wanted to it for only a small monetary price.

Felix let out another sigh, but this one was breathier, relief escaping from parted lips. Hyde was, in his own opinion, the calm in the eye of the storm, a safe haven for nights where the sheer chaos of Salvation became too much for the elder vampire to take. This was one of those nights, and Felix couldn't help but lean on the bar in a bit of a slouch unbefitting his own status. He ignored Hyde's question for a moment, choosing instead to wrap one hand around the glass, cool and wonderful under his touch, and the other snaking out to grab Hyde's hand, bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss on the knuckles.

"You are too good to me, pulchra mihi," He exhaled, lips curling upwards. Hyde was a dear friend and one of the few people in his acquaintance who still understood the days of passing affection that didn't have to lead to something more. Felix grew up in the days where kisses were as much thanks as they were romantic, and with Hyde at least he had no need to stop himself unlike the aborted gestures of affection that he might have to use with the other workers and players of the club.

He relinquished his grip on Hyde's hand, taking a moment to sip at the glass of blood before him, savoring and scenting it like it was a fine wine and he a connoisseur. A-… A fine choice, fresh but only as much as their supplies would allow. It was subpar to an educated tongue, none of the vivaciousness and pure energy that came from a live feeding, but it was enough and would have to be enough. He licked his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue, disappearing any hints of red that lingered.

"Tonight has just been one of those nights, my friend," He finally replied, leaning against one hand. "There are always too many things to do, and I cannot be everywhere at once. I've broken up at least two fights since I walked in a few moments ago, I've talked to the police for at least an hour this evening before arriving… It's…exhausting." He stopped for a moment, a chill of pure instinct rolling down his spine. Someone was looking at him. He turned his head slightly, just in time to catch Jagger's childish gesture and of course Kaine had gone over to the club's owner to tattle on Felix. If you looked at the club like one big family, Felix was like the stern mother who made you eat your vegetables and do your homework while Jagger was like the fun dad who sneaked you ice-cream and took you to the park. Each needed each other, but it was certainly no fun having to play mother, but no one else would do it. Felix rolled his eyes in response and turned away, not quite in the mood to play. Jagger was, however, and especially with Kaine. It was only a matter of time, Felix decided, before something happened there- sexualities tended to become irrelevant when Jagger turned up his manic charm and actually focused.

It was then that Beelzebub returned, new decorations on her neck that Felix knew were not from Jagger(he was never that neat or gentle with his partners).

"Lovely for you, perhaps," He teased gently, reaching a hand out to tap on one of the hickeys with a gentle flick of his index finger. There was a daze in her eyes when he really looked that exposed just how much fun she'd just had. Ah, the little pills, most likely that had been circulating around the club. They were most certainly not Felix's choice for a good time, but these vampires and humans needed that extra something to really enjoy themselves, to revel like a member of the cult of Dionysus. Who was he to fault them?

"But enough of my complaining. Someone please tell me some good or exciting news. I need to live vicariously through somebody right now," He continued, taking another sip of the ruby red liquid, tongue darting out to catch the red slipping over the rim of the glass.