Aerin Thomas: He steps into the Limelight, running a hand through his heair to draw it back from his face. The tall, lanky man has foregone his trench coat on this rare night, favoring instead a leather long coat that goes halfway down his upper legs. Underneath is a purple poets shirt, flared sleeves, and form-fitting leather pants. A pair of 24-eyelete Doc Martins complets the look. He stops past the door, waiting for his companion to enter behind him.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan follows Aerin into the club, moving quietly at his heels. His petite, toned body is wrapped in a pair of tight black leather pants that sit low on his narrow hips and a simple black silk button down, the front unbuttoned enough to show off the tattoo on his chest. The majority of Ethan's hair spills in ripples down his back with five tiny braids on each side held back from his face by a leather thong. A silver choker chain - the kind bought at a pet store, rests around his throat.

Aerin Thomas: He looks over his shoulder, waiting until Ethan is at his side, and smiles very faintly. "Drink first? Or straight to reclining...or dancing?"

Aerin Thomas: ((Color change for Sanity.))

Ethan Anderson: He bites his lips and digs something out of his pocket, setting it in Aerin's hand and curling the man's fingers around it before unwinding the little silver dog chain and clipping it to his collar. "Your choice."

Jez: ((mind some company?))

Ethan Anderson: ((not at all! *EG* might be fun.))

Aerin Thomas: ((Never! *S*))

Jez: ~He slips into the club, a faint smile touching his lips. He is not glammed up as much tonight, at least not in the face, but he doesn't need cosmetics anyway.~ http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Jez3.jpg

Aerin Thomas: He looks at the chain, blinking a moment, and then looks up to Ethan. "Oh. Okay, then." He blinks again, then quirks a small smile, before leading Ethan along toward the bar. He needs a drink, at least.

Ethan Anderson: He smiles softly, almost shyly and blushes, lowering his eyes as he follows Aerin to the bar, staying at the end of the chain and no closer.

Jez: He is wearing a black silk tank top tucked neatly into a pair of elegantly-cut, loose black silk pajama-type pants, worn with shocking pink hitop Converse sneakers. He came in the car, with the heater on full blast obviously.

Jez: Without sleeves, his biceps are shown now, and he is actually developing real muscle. Lean and trim, but real muscle. He walks further into the club.

Jez: d10: p/a: 4,1,8,2,2,6,9,

Jez: He's not seeing anyone in particular, but he heads towards the bar.

Aerin Thomas: He stops at the bar, getting two glasses of Chivas Regal, aged 18 years. On second thought, a bottle. Saves from getting more drinks later. He pulls a cigarette and lights it, waiting at the bar...he glances at the chain, then up to Ethan.

Jez: He's not seeing anyone in particular, but he heads towards the bar.

Aerin Thomas: He stops at the bar, getting two glasses of Chivas Regal, aged 18 years. On second thought, a bottle. Saves from getting more drinks later. He pulls a cigarette and lights it, waiting at the bar...he glances at the chain, then up to Ethan.

Ethan Anderson: He's standing at the end of it, lower lip caught in his teeth as his eyes, briefly, meet Aerin's.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 5,5,3,6,5,3,

Jez: He leans over the bar. "Ginger ale."

Aerin Thomas: The usually observant Aerin is just not on his game tonight...absorbed in Ethan, he doesn't notice Jez until he's right nearby. He blinks, nodding to the man. "Jez. Good evening."

Jez: He turns his head, regards them both, his eyes trailing over the chain before he looks to Aerin with a warm smile. "Evening, *sir*." A delicate arching of one brow.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan meets Jez's eyes briefly and then flushes, dropping his chin to his chest.

Aerin Thomas: He regards Jez for a moment. There's something just...a bit off about the long-haired man. He seems a bit colder, perhaps...less warm then usual. Muted, maybe. A slight nod, and he turns to get the tray with glasses and the bottle, handing it off to Ethan. "How are you?" he asks Jez.

Ethan Anderson: He takes it carefully, shoulders squaring as he lifts his head but keeps his eyes down. Silent.

Jez: He tilts his head, regarding Aerin quietly before answering. "I'm well, thank you." Plucks his phone out of his pocket. "Hello?"

Aerin Thomas: He falls silent as Jez answers his phone, looking to Ethan. He steps closer to the other, so he can murmur, and points in a direction, toward one of the day beds. "That way. Come." He looks to Jez, getting his attention so he knows where they are if he wishes to join them after he's done with his call, and sets off.

Jez: He looks to Aerin and nods. Turns to the 'tender, paying for the gingerale. Into the phone, "Just got here. You coming?"

Ethan Anderson: "Yes, Sir," he murmurs softly, following as smoothly as he can, careful of the people in the club.

Aerin Thomas: He makes his way over to the daybed, and takes a seat, one leg crossing over the other. He takes a drag off the cigarette and lights it, looking over to Ethan...faint curiosity on his face. He's intrigued.

Aerin Thomas: ((Doesn't light it. Ashes it.))

Jez: "I'll cheer you up, I promise. See you." PUts the phone away and ambles after Aerin and Ethan.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan settles very carefully to his knees, his back ramrod straight as he holds the tray in front of him, arms trembling just slightly from the weight of it.

Jez: He moves up to the bed, lips twitching as he looks at Ethan. "I think I'll...sit." He settles back comfortably on the daybed. The delicate gold chain collar that was padlocked around his neck is gone.

Aerin Thomas: He takes the tray from Ethan and sets it on the side table next to the bed, and then pats the spot on the bed next to him. "Come here, Ethan." He looks up to watch Jez come toward them.

Ethan Anderson: He stands and slides up onto the bed beside Aerin, settling down at the man's side.

Jez: He languishes back comfortably, dangling his glass in his hands. He doesn't lean on either of them at the moment, not trying to leap right in and take liberties he hasn't earned.

Jez: He watches Aerin, more than Ethan, curious.

Damien Thiereaoux: *not too long later, long leather jacket being opened as he comes in(leather gloves on hands and shades over eyes), he looks about, oddly quiet look on his face* http://www.dracinabox.com/hellraiserjerkin.jpg

Aerin Thomas: He looks back at Jez, a brow raising, as he slips an arm around Ethan's waist, drawing him close. He pours a couple glasses of the scotch as he tilts his head. "So what's new with you?"

Ethan Anderson: Ethan sighs softly and settles into Aerin, lips nuzzling against his throat in a tender caress, the young blond silent as his hand falls to rest in Aerin's lap, cupping him.

Jez: "The only new news, really, which you might have heard, is that Dante and I broke up." He shrugs. "Which opens up a world of possibilities. How have you been?" A bit intent with the question; the man seems so cold.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 9,2,10,2,1,2,

Jez: d10: p/a: 4,1,7,9,4,8,3,

Jez: He doesn't notice Damien, yet, but is fairly certain the man can find them. They are at the daybeds, after all.

Damien Thiereaoux: *shades slipped to on top of his head, coat over one arm, he flicks the brilliant green eyes about a bit, searching....eventually finding a glimpse he thinks....heading that way towards the day beds*

Aerin Thomas: He takes a deep breath, looking over at Ethan with a faint smile, and leaning into the nuzzling. He glances back at Jez at the news...slight surprise registers in his face. "That is news to me. I've been..." He shrugs, as if he might leave it at that. "Busy."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan nips softly and slides down to curl at Aerin's side, head in the other's lap, breath warm against him.

Jez: He nods. "We are still friendly enough. I serve Ingvar now." No need to elaborate; he figures Aerin and Ethan will know what the Kin means.

Ethan Anderson: He lifts his head briefly and glances at Jez. "You need to explain to Tony in words he understands," he says softly before running a hand through his hair, shaking it out as he settles his head in Aerin's lap again.

Aerin Thomas: His hand drops to pet Ethan's hair, picking up his drink and sipping at it. "Excellent. Ingvar's a good man. One of my closer friends in the city. When we're not trying or threatening to kill each other." Could very well be a joke. Hard to tell with his current tone of voice.

Damien Thiereaoux: *working his way over there, eventually, he sees aerin and ethan there as well, nodding to them*

Jez: He looks startled at Ethan, for his words not his present actions. "I've tried. Though Ingvar and I are not *precisely* what he and his Mtolo are, he is..." Deep breath. "He is everything to me." He looks down at his glass, taking a sip. Perhaps he's said too much.

Jez: Aerin: He smiles. "I didn't know that." He sets his glass aside, lifting a hand to Damien from the bed lazily. "Join us?"

Ethan Anderson: He makes a non commital sound and nuzzles into Aerin, one hand out of site, his face hidden.

Aerin Thomas: He stiffens a little bit, breath catching. His hand settles on Ethan's neck, thumb brushing over the other's pulse, back and forth. He glances over to Damien, nodding to him a little, then back to Jez. "Yep. One of my older friends, too. We knew each other before New York."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan's head lifts slightly and then slowly settles, his breath soft.

Jez: Aerin: "We tend not to know who each other's friends are." A low chuckle. "Probably safer that way. For our friends, at least."

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding again to jez, he gets there soon enough, standing before the beds* aerin......ethan....evenin y'all...

Ethan Anderson: Ethan waves his free hand just slightly, not looking up, his face nestled in Aerin's lap.

Jez: Gestures with his hand invitingly, holding it up still. "You look like you could use some relaxation."

Aerin Thomas: "Probably." He purses his lips for a moment, eyes half-closing. A quick, deep breath, and they open back up, his attention going to Damien. "Good evening, Damien. How are you?"

Jez: d10: p/a body lang Aerin: 5,5,6,2,7,4,2,

Damien Thiereaoux: *mphing quietly, nodding, moving to jez, looking to aerin first* livin an breathin, y'self?

Ethan Anderson: Its no secret what Ethan's doing, not as his head begins to move.

Aerin Thomas -> Jez: Well, besides the fact that he's trying to stay relaxed and subtle about the fact that he's getting oral sex in public? *S* He's seriously traumatized somehow. Wary of everyone and everything. Paranoia has taken over...he's withdrawn some, emotionally. It's pretty much the equivalent of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder

Jez: He smirks at the duo, then looks back up at Damien.

Jez: He figures that Ethan is best equipped - ahem - to help Aerin right now, and Jez stays out of it.

Aerin Thomas: "That about covers it here, too," he says to Damien, shivering a little bit before his lip catches in his teeth.

Damien Thiereaoux: *setting down his coat first, then he settles down by jez himself, hasnt really smiled yet, but watching teh head bob up and down his lips twitch* mmhmm.....

Jez: Mutters, "And here I have to try to behave." Gives a sniff and half-slips into Damien's lap as soon as he settles down.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan has to fight not to go to his knees, fight to keep it subtle, his movement to a minimum...

Aerin Thomas: A little shrug, and he gives the other two a vague grin, his hand resting on Ethan's neck under the other's hair.

Jez: He has a sudden mental image of Ingvar hanging out with all of them here at this moment and has to smack his hand over his mouth as he starts actually giggling.

Aerin Thomas -> Jez: ((Oh, yeah. That would go BEAUTIFULLY. *G*))

Ziahl: *Enters the club, tracking in snow.*

Damien Thiereaoux: *chuckling quietly, he murmurs something about deja vu, afterwards looking to jez* who says?*raising a brow*

Ziahl: She heads for the day beds in the back, since that's where the harem usually hangs out.

Jez -> Aerin Thomas: ((*LOL* He's *been* here, once, but certainly not by the daybeds.))

Ethan Anderson: He trembles softly, shifting, the motion of his head becoming a bit more pronounced...

Jez: He grins, leaning in to nip hard at Damien's throat, where there are still some marks left from last night. "No one. I'm a free man."

Damien Thiereaoux: *murring at the nip,he sinks gloved fingers into jez's hair, gripping with a bit of a tug* good

Jez: He gives a light gasp at the tug.

Ziahl: Her eyes play over the group as she approaches, blinking at what Ethan is doing, then looking at Aerin, hoping for his sake that Ethan isn't a biter, as she puzzles over the incredible risk Aerin is taking.

Aerin Thomas: Something about what Ethan's doing sends a shudder up Aerin's spine. He presses his lips together, suppressing whatever vocal utterance he might make at it, and tries to at least seem SOMEWHAT subtle about it all.

Jez: He glances at Aerin in admiration for his vocal self-restraint. A nod to Ziahl.

Ziahl: "Hello," she says softly when Jez nods, the greeting meant for all of them.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he keeps stroking gloved fingers through jez's hair, only occasionally giving a gentle tug/grip*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan's head goes still, his body tensing.

Aerin Thomas: "Ziahl," he says quickly, with a definite hint of tension to his voice. Not directed at her. His shoulders dip forward slightly, almost involuntarily, and his hand that rests on the edge of the bed tightens a little bit.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan's free hand slides out to clutch at Jez's thigh...the nearest thing he could reach...

Jez: He stays relaxed even as his leg is clutched, reaching back for another sip of gingerale.

Ziahl: She has no trouble guessing the source of Aerin's tension. "We should speak when you are less... occupied." She looks at Damien, who seems to be ignoring her. "I lived," she says shortly, then turns to go.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan relaxes suddenly and slowly begins to ease back.

Damien Thiereaoux: *dami? its like nothings happening next to them.....doesnt seem to bother him a whit, so blase nonchalant, he gives a tilt of his head to ziahl* so...did th'ass behave himself?

Jez: He watches Ziahl curiously, then looks up at Damien. "Lived?"

Jeff Brolin: *He slips in through the door, cigarette hanging from his lips, pinched without the aid of fingers. He takes a moment to pause, and stare at the woman approaching him's breasts. No, not her eyes. No illusions. He offers a grin, and a thumbs up to her.*

Aerin Thomas: He shudders once, teeth clenching, and his lower body twitches slightly. The hand on Ethan's neck tightens only a little bit...his thumb gently skimming the skin there. He'd respond to Ziahl right now, but...not happening.

Ethan Anderson: Panting slghtly Ethan sits up, tossing his blond hair. Aerin's pants are nice and tidy...So's he. He licks his lips and leans up to whisper in Aerin's ear.

Ziahl: Pauses, glancing back at Damien. "He had guns."

Damien Thiereaoux: Z....darlin.....?*giving her a questioning and concerned look,hand still petting jez's hair*

Aerin Thomas: He blinks and looks at Ethan a moment, whispering back, before he glaces to Ziahl to listen to the conversation. "Who had guns?"

Jez: He settles back against Damien, simply listening.

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson: "Ummm...all right, love..." He seems very honestly surprised. Possibly more emotion then he's shown in a while...and not just because he's post-coitus. "I...um. A-all right..."

Jeff Brolin: *His hair is short to the point of being fuzzy, and light brown. His eyes are a surprisingly penetrating grey, almond-shaped. He is rather built for his height, a mere 5'9", but flexible as well. His stance shows a survivor, someone who has seen hardships. His smile is somewhat rakish, in an oval face that could be called handsome. There is a cut on his bottom lip, a straight cut about two centimeters long. In both of his ears, are nine assorted hoops of varying grades, a small silver stud in his left nostril, a hoop in his bottom lip, a hoop in his left eyebrow, and two barbells through his right. His pants are black, a slight bell at the bottom, going over the laces of his black shitkickers. His shirt is a silvery mesh, and one can see through the silver hoops in either nipple, and a barbell through his belly button.*

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: "You need something right now and I can't give it to you. You're Mine," he whispers softly. "And I love you with all my heart...More then you know..."

Ziahl: Aerin> "The friend of that woman who attacked you in the restaurant. His name is Snyde. He sought me on her behalf."

Damien Thiereaoux: *muttering softly* like I said...th'womans a nutball....*mmphing softly, shaking his head*

Ethan Anderson: He murmurs something else in Aerin's ear and then leans down, kissing the man's throat, biting it.

Aerin Thomas: "Snyde?" Watch his gaze shoot toward Ziahl like a cannon. "Describe him." Not a request, his body suddenly tense.

Ethan Anderson: He sighs and unhooks the chain from his collar before slipping from the bed and heading towards the door.

Jez: His eyes glide over to Aerin.

Jeff Brolin: *He walks into the place, really... like he owns it. Chin held up. He makes his way over to the bar, ashing his cigarette when he does arrive. And then, he looks around to scope the attractions in this crazy zoo. His booted foot taps idly on the floor, as if listening to some music within his head.*

Damien Thiereaoux: he didn' threaten ye or hurt y'did he?*brows furrowing now*

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at Ethan as he gets up to leave, blinking...he obviously didn't realize the conversation was over yet. Eyes flick between the young man and Ziahl, a muted frustration coming to his face.

Jez: d10: p/a: 4,3,2,7,3,3,2,

Jez: His gaze falls to the bar momentarily, but he sees nothing in particular there, and returns his gaze to Aerin.

Ziahl: Her eyes trail Ethan briefly then flicker over Damien and Jez, neither of which have invited her to sit, then focuses on Aerin. "He claims he wishes to prevent bloodshed." And she describes the tall dark cowboy in immense detail.

Jez: Aerin: "Business, first," he says quietly. "I'll get him." Getting up, heading after Ethan.

Jez: ((emphasis was on "I'll" so that Aerin can continue his conversation))

Jeff Brolin: *He snorts lightly. Talk about being seriously overlooked. He stretches, and gets up, grabbing a shot. Tequila. Watching the group with almost a curious gleam in his grey eyes.*

Jez: He catches up to Ethan quickly. "Ethan?"

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 10,7,7,6,2,8,

Ethan Anderson: He blinks and glances at Jez, offering a slight smile, his blue eyes troubled. "H-hey..."

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing softly when jez gets up...when he heads after ethan tho he motions to ziahl to come and sit*

Jez: He is a young man of about 18 years, with a lean, toned and lightly muscled form. He is 5’7” with unruly, short black hair, a smooth, pale complexion, and a pointed, boyishly attractive face. His brown eyes have a mirthful, wicked gleam to them, and his smile is quick and roguish. ((PB 2)) He is wearing a black silk tank top tucked neatly into a pair of elegantly-cut, loose black silk pajama-type pants, worn with shocking pink hitop Converse sneakers.

Jez: Ethan: "You okay? Leaving?" A gentle hand on his arm.

Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 7,6,5,6,8,6,

Ethan Anderson: "I'm okay." he nods. "Aerin's not... Listen, you and Damien do me and him a favor tonight," he asks, leaning into Jez to give him a hug and whisper in his ear.

Jez: http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Jez3.jpg

Ziahl: Jeff is just another face in the crowd, but she does notice he's looking at them, her eyes glinting with gold as she meets his gaze.

Jez: He returns the embrace, listening.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: The weather wouldn't keep her away. She was on the prowl. And this definitely wasn't her first time here either. Having left her coat off at the check area, she moves around the place as if almost seeking out prey. Kaitlyn displays an inner beauty in the graceful way that she moves, even when she isn't dancing. Physically fit, she is rather tall at 5'10", quite lithe and definitely built like a dancer in all the right places. The dark-haired, dark skinned exotic beauty tends to wear her long wavy dark auburn hair loose, which falls to her waist, when she is not dancing, but swept up elegantly whenever she is in competition. She wears very little makeup, just a hint of black eyeliner to bring out her big brown eyes. Tonight she was dressed in a black-pinstripped suit, with a very colorful Mardi Gras looking type of tie hair swept up gracefully under a black fedora. ((http://www.obsidianroses.com/Kaitlyn%20Kelly.jpg))

Jez: A slow blink and then a nod. He turns from Ethan and returns to the daybeds near the bar.

Ethan Anderson: He sighs softly and turns away, heading outside into the cold to call a cab and hoping one comes quick as his coat is at the house.

Ethan Anderson: ((Thanks for the scene loves. I are exhausted!*HUGS*))

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing, she doesnt notice or know hes motioning for her to sit with, so he speaks* Z....y'want t'sit belle?

Ziahl: Blinks and moves to sit beside Damien, keeping the curious watcher in the corner of her eye.

Jez: He saunters back up to the trio.

Jeff Brolin: *He keeps her gaze, rather coolly for a moment, until he throws back the shot.* Oi. Nice tits, *he calls out.* You COULD sit ovah heah with a guy that actually... yanno... loikes women.

Jez: He sits down between Aerin and Damien, the opposite side that Ziahl took, and drops bonelessly back, stretching himself with shameless abandon.

Aerin Thomas: ((Okay, I'm lost in this scene due to Messenger hell again. Aerin leaves. Sorry, all.))

Ziahl: Looks down at her breasts. She likes them too. She looks back at the man curiously.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Moving toward the bar, she orders an Absoult Royal Fuck.

Damien Thiereaoux: *when she sits he nuzzles her neck, giving a soft nip/kiss to it before flicking one of those brilliant emerald feline green eyes towards jeff, brow raising, fingers drumming on his leg slowly as he raises his head and snorts*

Jez: He debates the wisdom of provoking Jeff by blowing him a kiss after that comment.

Jez: He lets Aerin leave (bye!) and continues to languish.

Jeff Brolin: *He licks his top lip, rather lasciviously, at the snort, and then turns on the stool. Canting his head at the new girl, and looking down, to observe her breasts. Ahh, the simple pleasures in life.*

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Something makes her smirk as she glances around the place, while she waits on her drink.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Pulling some money from her pants pocket, she pays for the drink and winks at the guy looking at her breasts. Obviously it doesn't bother her, nor does she feel the need to say anything yet.

Ziahl: Smiles as Damien nuzzles her. "I think I will speak to him," she says quietly, giving Jez and Damien a smile as she rises.

Jez: He arches a brow at Ziahl. She is? "You are?"

Jeff Brolin: Mmh... *He seems to ponder the value of said breasts, and then raises his head, with a slight crack of his neck. And he orders another tequila shot, throwing it back. He winces, and shivers, but it doesn't stop him from noticing the woman approaching.*

Damien Thiereaoux: thas two t'night what think they know me on glance......damn this citys full of em know it all types

Ziahl: Blinks at Jez. "Should I not?"

Jez: He lifts up a hand to caress Damien's cheek soothingly. "Pay it no mind. They're nothing to you."

Jez: Ziahl: "I say go for it, girl. It could be an adventure."

Ziahl: He did compliment her breasts afterall, isn't that a good thing? "He seems to want to make friends."

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Kaitlyn listens to the music of the place as she continues to take in those in the club, maybe looking for a certain someone.

Jeff Brolin: *His foot taps against the stool to the beat of the music playing. It's already set. He closes his eyes slightly, and just listens, with an idle shiver. Before his eyes open again, and he looks over to the woman at the bar.*

Jez: Ziahl: "He certainly does." Grins.

Damien Thiereaoux: *mmming, blinking slowly with a look to the guy as jez caresses his cheek, then looking to ziahl*

Jez: He pulls back, sitting up with a small sigh. He's feeling restless, a little reckless. Not a good thing, perhaps.

Damien Thiereaoux: don' think its jes friends, but hey...knock y'self out chere.....don' do anythin I wouldnt do...*giving a wicked crooked grin*

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Sipping lightly at the drink, a glance back to the guy watching her, still quiet, as she closes her eyes, and -feels- the music.

Ziahl: She grins at the two men, reaching over lightly touch each of their hair, then heads for the bar.

Jeff Brolin: *And now, he simply watches that, as if it's fascinating. He doesn't want to interrupt. The smile on his face is... genuine, not that shit-eating grin. Music was meant to be enjoyed.*

Jez: He runs his hand back through his hair after Ziahl leaves, something unspoken in his eyes.

Jeff Brolin: Oi, *he says suddenly, and turns his head, from the momentary observation. Towards the approaching woman. He offers a hand.* Y'wanna dance?

Ziahl: She slides a stool close to the man who thinks she has nice tits and takes a seat. "Hello."

Damien Thiereaoux: oh stop....th' big bad womans gone*leaning to nip jez's neck...hard*

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She opens her eyes again, an ever so soft sigh as she takes another drink. It looked like she would just have to dance alone for now. Leaving the drink there, she moves toward the dance floor.

Ziahl: "Oh yes!" Beaming at the offer, as she takes his hand.

Jez: He grins, closing his eyes as the bites sends waves of pleasurable pain to his nerve centers. "Ziahl's fine, I like her."

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: d10: : 8,7,2,10,3,6,8,

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: d10: : 8,

Jeff Brolin: *He grins, that pleasant expression, and he leads the woman out onto the dance floor. He winks at the woman who had been at the bar.* You're next. But she was heah longah. *His distinct Aussie accent slips with every few words.*

Aerin Thomas: ((Screw it. I don't care. Messengers being turned off. I AM GOING TO RP.)) He walks back out of the bathroom, heading back to the daybed.

Ziahl: ((The big bad woman?! *LMAO*))

Jeff Brolin: ((*applauds the Rav* And now, we shall declare every Sunday Rav day, where NO ONE is allowed to bother you.))

Ziahl: "You could dance with both of us," she suggests cheerfully, waving at the woman.

Jez: He smiles as Aerin returns, lifting a hand lazily to wave at him.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: And she lets the music flow through her, dancing quite seductively in her own version of a forbidden dance, extremely graceful as she moves around the crowded floor.

Damien Thiereaoux: (woohoo!*G**applauds*)

Jeff Brolin: *He grins at that.* Ohh.. Oi intend to. Seems t'me Oi'm theo nly one that appreciates a fine woman in this establishment at this toime. Not gonna stop m'self from lookin' at the fairer sex, though. Not too bad, for the gothy sort. Didn't y'know, a goth's a raver's worst enemy. It's true. It was in a book once.*

Jeff Brolin: *His breath shivers pleasantly, and his pants are far too tight to not show how much he enjoys the dance.*

Damien Thiereaoux: *raising a brow listening to jez, looking to him, a slooooow grin forming, he nods*

Jeff Brolin: Think I AM dancin' with both of yeh, noice tits, *he assures Ziahl, as he moves with her, to the music.*

Aerin Thomas: He smiles mutedly to Jez...eyes flicking over the dance floor, watching Kaitlyn and Jeff for just a moment. He looks back to the bed and heads up, slipping back onto it next to the bottle and glass of scotch.

Jez: He falls to his back again, getting comfortable as he rests a shoulder next to Aerin, Damien on his other side.

Ziahl: "I meant at the same time." Blinking when he speaks of goths and ravers being enemies. She doesn't know either of those tribes. It seems an odd thing for him to tell her. "Oooh."

Jeff Brolin: *He slides his arms around her back. Okay, so maybe he's not as tall as she is. Or as lanky. But the boy can move. And he seems to really get into it.*

Ziahl: She moves easily into the music, a remarkably flexible creature with an oddly unique style.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She was only starting to get warmed up now, finding the beat of the next song as she continues to dance, now not minding that she did not have a partner.

Jeff Brolin: Dancin' with those sitting down too, *he says sincerely to his current partner.* Dance with the world. It's what Oi do.

Ziahl: Slides her arms around him as well, matching her body to his as she seeks to decypher the code of the dance, using him as her guide.

Aerin Thomas: "Miss anything?" he asks, picking up the glass and holding it up to a light to check for any discoloration or anything floating in it. Never know what someone may slip into a drink in a public place.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: d10: : 3,9,8,5,2,7,3,

Jez: "Only you. Ziahl is off dancing."

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She slows a little as she gets distracted by someone else on the floor and watching them as she dances.

Damien Thiereaoux: naw....nuthin really.....*shaking his head slowly, tugging off those leather gloves and stuffing them into the coats pocket nearby before lazing back to rest on his forearms, looking over to aerin*

Ziahl: "The world is a dance," she whispers, finding herself liking this male's philosophy.

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles at that, and rests his forehead against hers with the smooth motion of it.* You're good. You one of ours?

Ziahl: "It is the language of life."

Aerin Thomas: "Mmm." A non-committal sound if ever there was. He glances over to Ziahl on the dance floor a moment and shrugs, leaning back on his chair. Satisfied the drink is clean, he brings it to his lips for a goods, strong swallow.

Ziahl: "Maybe," she says, rubbing noses with him and grinning.

Jeff Brolin: *He's keeping this one. AND that one. He looks over to the table.* you gonna join us, oah just sit theah? Loife's heah. *He actually twirls the woman in his arms, and then pulls her back in. But his eyes remain focused on the dancing woman as well.*

Jez: ((Unfortunately, as it is reaching bedtime, I won't be able to be on much longer because I work tomorrow. *sigh*))

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Moving back to the bar, she takes a break, suprised that her drink was still there waiting. Remembering though something her friend had told her about leaving unattended drinks, she asks the tender for a fresh refill.

Ziahl: She spins out and back in, pressing easily against him, not the sort to fear intimate contact.

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply.* Don't your friends dance? Or ah they too shy?

Ziahl: "Some of them dance."

Jez: He reaches up to lightly touch Aerin's shoulder, feather light. "Do you want me to pour you another?"

Jeff Brolin: In a different way, though. With eachothah. Vertically, *he says with a smirk.*

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking over at aerin, tilting his head,he gives a grin(after the appreciative look of course*G*) and nods* yknow, aerin....y'look like y'all could use a good fuck.....

Ziahl: "Oh yes, as we are." Moving with him easily, she brushes her cheek lightly against his.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: The tender serves her up another Absolut Royal Fuck, and once more she pays for the drink adding a nice tip this time.

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles faintly at that.* We keep this up Oi'm gonna do somethin' very bad.

Aerin Thomas: He glances over at Jez for a long, long moment. That strange sort of intense look he gets comes over his face...somewhat primal, a little otherworldly, like he's not in the here and now. His brow furrows, head tilting to the side, almost curiously.

Ziahl: Idly wonders if tasting is allowed. Human behavior is so complicated sometimes. Blinks. "Bad?"

Jeff Brolin: Yeah, *he mutters, and leans over to idly bite at her ear.* Somethin' very bad.

Jez: He says nothing at what Damien blurts out, maintaining eye contact with Aerin, though not in staredown mode. One brow arches delicately in silent question.

Aerin Thomas: Damien's comment draws a distracted "Hmmm?" from the man. Less a word then a half-formed sound.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She sips, feeling the music again pulsing through her, looking around at the patrons again, watching the man from the bar to see if he would make a good dance partner or not.

Ziahl: Squirms a little when he tastes. Apparently it is allowed. "What kind of bad?"

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dex+Ath (AbilityApp): 7,4,2,5,3,7,2,

Aerin Thomas: Several more moments staring at Jez until he blinks, the spell broken. He flushes a moment, looking away to pour himself a drink from the bottle.

Jeff Brolin: Liiiiike... askin' you t'bring me home with your friends an' make me a sammich.

Jeff Brolin: *He's not bad. But he's clearly got talent. Perhaps it's all used on trying to mac on the poor girl.*

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing softly, he shakes his head* nevahmind...*flopping back, streeeetching languidly..ok...maybe a little bit of a show in doing it*

Ziahl: d10: dance: 6,1,9,3,1,8,7,

Jez: He reaches to stop Aerin, "I'll do that, you relax." Leaning over him to reach the bottle, pouring the glass near full.

Ziahl: She's matching him, a little distracted by the conversation. "That doesn't sound very bad."

Ziahl: The sexual innuendo completely lost on her. Maybe he's hungry.

Jeff Brolin: Oi'll follow you home, an' you'll want t'keep me. Oi sweah, *he murmurs.* ((Hoo boy... he's been dancing for a while... uhh... WP rolls? Or just spend a WP to resist? Passions' gettin' thick up in here.))

Jez: ((Why resist? ~LOL~))

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She finishes most of her drink, ready to go back to the dance floor again.

Damien Thiereaoux: (oooh like dami would resist*snickers*)

Aerin Thomas: "No, it's okay...Jez. I, uh, don't mind doing it." The pause there is momentary, like a bit of hesitation in his voice before the other's name came out. Despite his words, he doesn't do much more then that to stop Jez from pouring the drink.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: d10: : 1,10,8,10,7,6,5,

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: d10: : 9,

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply, almost desperately. His laugh almost husky.* Not what Oi meant, sweets. S'when... yanno, you, and a guy, ah the bread, an Oi'm the fillin'.

Jeff Brolin: ((Well... if you WANT to...))

Jez: He hands the glass to Aerin, looking at him with concern. "Maybe you should come home with us, Aerin. This place is a bit crowded, anyway."

Aerin Thomas -> Jeff Brolin: ((Assumin' we're talkin' Gift of Pan? *S*))

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (*Hugs, chuckles, and is sooo trying to behave and not have kae call him right now**G*)

Jeff Brolin -> Aerin Thomas: ((Ohhh yes...))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Willpower: 3,10,7,2,6,9,

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: And apparently a good drink and rest was all she needed to get back to her former form. The music could be adjusted easily enough to fit the tango, but as solo, she instead dances again the forbidden dance, touching herself this time and entirely letting herself go as she spins around, some of her very long hair falling out from under the fedora she wears.

Ziahl: (Go Kaitlyn!) She seems to consider this for a moment, before she gets an ooooooh look. Her hands slide easily over him as they move. "I cannot speak for the others, but you could ask them."

Jeff Brolin: *He smiles at that, at the girl, as he keeps up the dance. His eyes closing, and he lets out a slight laugh. Pleasure. He meets the woman's eyes again.* You're a good dancer, yanno that?

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking over to aerin, he nods slowly, moving to his side to face them*

Ziahl: d10: wp: 2,2,4,1,6,3,

Jeff Brolin: Hmm... y'think they'd take me home? Mr. Sourpuss looks loike he could use a good fuck, *he says sincerely, referring to Aerin. and agreeing with the others, though he did not hear their words.*

Ziahl: (*L* Sooo, not much wp here.) She beams brightly at him. "Thank you, I am enjoying you."

Aerin Thomas: He takes the glass from Jez, looking at him a moment. "Umm." A blink. "I...Ethan." He looks at the door, where the man he came in with not so long ago left. "I should go...see what's, ah, up with him."

Jez: d10: wp: 4,2,8,4,6,4,

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((*Snickers*))

Ziahl: "I don't know, I have only had sex with one of them."

Jeff Brolin: Glad. I'm ... enjoyable company, once y'get t'know me, *he insists, with a slight cant of his hips.*

Jez: "Ethan asked if we could look after you," he says quietly to Aerin.

Jeff Brolin: Well... I think they prefer men... which is why I was suggestin' the threesome. Frankly, I'm up to the challenge. *He kisses her throat idly, though perhaps his eyes drift again, to that glorious dance. It seems to nearly suck him in. Lost, ye sinners.*

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (seriously tho, if you want , just post his phone ringing or something*G* she would call him, since its been more than a few days)

Ziahl: She matches her hips to his, pressing in and arching back, her motions growing more sensual as the dance continues.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She finds a couple dancing, moving against the woman from behind, seeming to enjoy the momentary contact before moving on through the crowd.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: d10: : 8,7,4,4,3,3,8,

Damien Thiereaoux: *his eyes keep sliding over aerins form and face.....he never has bothered to cover his feelings or expressions when it comes to attraction..or other more base wants or needs..letting jez talk*

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Probably best not at this point...he's too near the point of dangerous right now. That's why he hasn't called her. *S*))

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: The song again changing and it catching her off guard. It was so much easier when she picked the songs. Still, music was music. Dance was dance.

Ziahl: "Damien likes both. I've never seen the others with women."

Jeff Brolin: Oi told yeh, if we kept it up, Oi'd be bad, *he mutters, in her ear.*

Aerin Thomas: "Look after me..." He looks between Jez and Damien, then back to the door. Considering what Ethan said to him. Another blink, and he darts his gaze back to the duo.

Jez: He simply smiles to Aerin, lying back on the daybed with a tiny enigmatic shrug.

Ziahl: "This doesn't feel bad," she whispers, her body molded to his as the move with the music.

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... yeah... but I'm making them BE bad... it's what I do. What I live for. Passion, the dance... *He presses close to her, so very close.* Driving them crazy, their passions. Burning 'em up inside. Resistance. Silly, it is. Should just do what y'like.

Damien Thiereaoux: *fingers lazily trail a nail along jez's jawline, down his throat, still mostly looking at aerin*

Jez: He tilts his head back for Damien, his gaze fixed on Aerin, a small smile gracing his lips.

Ziahl: She nibbles along his neck, feeling certain passionate urges herself, with no real cause to resist.

Jeff Brolin: *He looks over to the table of her friends.* Mmmh... such passion. It's beautiful, isn't it?

Aerin Thomas: He looks from Jez to Damien, and back to the door. Either the gears are working in his head overtime, or they aren't working at all...either way, he's about thrown a cog. "I..." He rubs at his eyes, and pulls a cigarette out to light it. "Umm." His eyes close a little, and he nods slightly.

Jeff Brolin: d10: Per+Kenning: 5,7,7,4,2,

Jeff Brolin: Mmmh... how could Oi... JEEEzus fuckin... *he leaps back.*

Jeff Brolin: *And as swiftly as the mood has thickened, it fades, dissipates with the loss of the dance. He has a hand over his heart.*

Jez: He reaches up to run a hand lightly up Aerin's back. "There's the maze here." ((Warning though *sigh* I have to leave in a few minutes.))

Ziahl: "Mmmm..." she replies, pressing tightly against him.

Ziahl: She blinks as he jumps back, quickly glancing over her shoulder, then looking back at him. "What is it?"

Jez: ((I figured with the maze of rooms *S* they can leave, then you guys can continue playing and Jez just goes home.))

Ziahl: She steps towards him, reaching out a hand.

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply, eyes wide, pierced brows high ons his forehead now.* Whew. I ... uhh... Just realized the time. Damn, and it's a school noight, gotta... Uhh... gotta go.

lurker: (open?)

Damien Thiereaoux: y'want...could go back theyah.....less y'got somewheyah else y'alld ratha go

Jeff Brolin: ((Yeap, lurk!))

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: d10: : 4,1,6,5,8,4,9,

Jeff Brolin: Naw, Oi ... uhh... thanks foah the dance, *he says, gritting his teeth.* Please don't eat me.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She's getting tired, slowing down and dances her way back to the bar.

Ziahl: "But I thought we were going to make a sandwich." Setting her hand on his shoulder.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, sighing lightly. "That...works." The feeling's faded, but he was holding out against it anyway...this is just him giving in.

Jez: He nods and glides to his feet, grabbing the bottle for Aerin.

Jeff Brolin: I ... ummmh... m'not really hungry any moah. *He laughs faintly.*

Ziahl: Grips his shoulder when he says that. She just recently had a conversation about eating people with Snyde. "Why would I want to do that?" Looking at him suspiciously as she moves closer.

Jeff Brolin: Ohh... uhh... well, that is... *He pauses, and leans his forehead against hers.* Teeth. You know. D'you... bite? See, can't deal with that. You know how it is.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She finds a seat at the bar and takes a seat, deciding to get a Coke instead before leaving.

Damien Thiereaoux: *reaching for his coat, he slides almost bonelessly up and to his feet*

Aerin Thomas: He slips off the bed and rises up, stubbing out the barely-smoked cigarette, running a hand through his hair before he moves to follow.

Ziahl: "Only things that need biting," she murmurs in his ear, backing him towards a wall. "Did they send you to seduce me?"

Jez: He walks to one side of Aerin, a hand resting lightly at the small of his back.

Jeff Brolin: They? *He takes steps back, his eyes widening slightly.* Oi... uhh... Well, no, don't KNOW a they. Only seduce foah m'own needs but ... *He pauses, and winces.* you kbow, it nevah works. You've got teeth, me with the horns an' all.

Jez -> Aerin Thomas: ((Nyte is bringing in Alex in a few minutes to talk to Aerin, if you were planning to bring Aerin back.))

Aerin Thomas -> Jez: ((Awesome. *S*))

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 4,3,1,4,6,7,

Alexander Donovan: Alex's hair is loosely hanging around his shoulders, but the sub-freezing weather has encouraged him to wear a jacket today. Nice brown leather, but still with the blue jeans and the too tight T-shirt.

Ziahl: She pins him to the wall, one arm on either side of him, palms flat against the wall, and if anyone looks, there's nothing friendly in her stance, it's quite aggressive. She can feel her rage stirring. What are they up to? "I don't see any horns."

Aerin Thomas: And off into the maze he slips, fairly well guided along.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: A glance over to Jeff and his dance partner, again looking around the place while sipping the Coke.

Jeff Brolin: *Christ, this woman is scarier than one that proposes.* Hey, I'm seriously not into the rape scenarios. It was a pun, a play on words. Horny. Horns. you know. And who the fuck is 'they?' don't y'think I'd take you home if someone had sent me t'seduce yeh?

Jez -> Aerin Thomas: ((We can probably summarize what will happen in the back. Unless Aerin has other plans, Jez is pretty much for any kind of use, regardless of what the other two do with each other. He has never been with more than one, so he would simply have fun giving the both as much pleasure as he can.))

Ziahl: "You asked me to take you home. Are they trying to find out where I live?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He comes in at Alexander's back, very quiet and subdued, even for him. No bodypaint tonight, and just simple liner around his enormous eyes. Wearing his favorite black leather pants, but with a simple oversized sweater.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: She finishes the drink, and stands, stretching a little, the smallest of sighs, as she heads back to the coat check.

Jez: ~slips into the maze of rooms~ ((Goodnight everyone! *hugs around*))

Ziahl: ((Night!))

Jeff Brolin: *This has gone on far enough. He puts a hand on her chest.* I'm serious, woman, back off, you're scarin' the fuck outta me. An' when scared... m'not afraid t'hit a woman.

Alexander Donovan: d10: Who does he see?: 8,2,5,4,3,

Alexander Donovan: Alex nudges Tony and points him toward Ziahl (since every one else he knows is heading to the back)

Aerin Thomas -> Jez: ((*Nods* Jez would find Aerin perhaps surprisingly warm and almost approaching loving with Jez. Sort of disoriented at first, but once things start, he kind of loses that and just goes with it.))

Damien Thiereaoux: *trailing behind, his own long black hair swaying as his hips do while he struts with that almost cocky movement he tends to have*

Antonio Pavlatos: He gives a simple nod to Alexander, head lowered as they move toward Ziahl.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Grabbing her coat, she bundles back up and heads back into the night.

Jez -> Aerin Thomas: ((~nod~ sounds good night!))

Jeff Brolin: *And Kelly gets a look. Abandoning him when they shared that most glorious moment!*

Ziahl: "That would be ill advised," she warns him. "You tell them I don't eat people," she says darkly, pulling away, her rage to close to risk what she might do if he dares to strike her.

Jeff Brolin: *He breathes deeply.* Who the fuck is THEY?

Ziahl: Z has backed Jeff against a wall, and things aren't looking too friendly.

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (ya wanna summarize or play it or nah?*Hugs*)

Alexander Donovan: Alex slowly walks up to the couple. "Are you two having a good time?"

Ziahl: "Snyde and that female," she snaps, her patience with this game wearing thin.

Jeff Brolin: Who the fuck is Snyde? *he snaps.* Oi haven't fucked anyone named Snyde. *He looks over her shoulder to the voice.* This woman just decoided to corner me. Oi mean, we were dancin'... maybe she's jealous that Oi was lookin' at someone else?

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Perc+Empathy (Ziahl): 4,6,6,4,3,2,

Ziahl: Her eyes shift off the creature she's backed to the wall, and she looks at Alex and Tony, giving them a nod.

Jeff Brolin: *He huffs, and turns his head, gaguing the odds of slipping free without using anything.*

Alexander Donovan: "Ziahl, why do you beleive he had something to do with that.. unpleasantness?"

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Either's quite good for me...playing would at least give us a time from for them to be back there. *S* Or we can summarize and send them back out. I'm cool with both. *Hugs*))

Jeff Brolin: She's all bitey... shahp teeth, *he says sincerely, Aussie accent slipping.* ((And if you need a DD, lemme know.))

Antonio Pavlatos: His head still lowered he leans up to Alexander and whispers something to him

Antonio Pavlatos: (I do, please)

Ziahl: "He. Said things." Eyes flickering back to Jeff, all but glowing golden.

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (dont mind playin out either,would give us a dynamic/idea how theyd act after.... only prollem is raven bein gone*nods* )

Jeff Brolin: http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/jeff.html *Today's choice in garments incluse a silvery mesh tee shirt that's see through, showing off the piercings, and black pants so tight they look near painted on, along with his shitkicker boots.*

Ziahl: Glares at Jeff when he talks about her teeth, rage rising a notch. "You will not speak of it."

Alexander Donovan: "Well, he's not going to do anything with both of us here, so why don't we go sit down before we start painting the walls red in a bad way."

Jeff Brolin: *He huffs slightly, and rubs his forehead.* Come ON, mate. M'not doing anything, period. She's likely t'rip my nuts off.

Alexander Donovan: Jeff: "If you're lucky."

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Yeah...Raven PM'd me this for a guideline:))

Jez -> Aerin Thomas: ((We can probably summarize what will happen in the back. Unless Aerin has other plans, Jez is pretty much for any kind of use, regardless of what the other two do with each other. He has never been with more than one, so he would simply have fun giving the both as much pleasure as he can.))

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Perc+Emp (Jeff): 9,9,5,9,8,8,

Jeff Brolin: *He rolls his eyes.* Look, seriously, it's been a terrif time, an' the tequila's good an' all, but I've gotta be runnin'. I don't know WHO y'think Oi'm with, but Oi'm on m'own, yeah?

Antonio Pavlatos: He whispers something else to Alexander.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks back at Tony at the whisper. "Tell her."

Ziahl: She just eyes him when he denies everything. "Then how did you know?"

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (dami would prolly be the take charge type....only one person in his life right now does he let top him on a regular basis, thas joey*G* he let jez once but thats....a rather recent developement from the other night*chuckles*....and he likes it, rough....bit of pain is pleasure type deal)

Antonio Pavlatos: He nods, obeying Alexander and steps close to Ziahl, murmuring softly to her, nuzzling his head against her arm.

Jeff Brolin: Know what? About your pointy teeth? They're THERE. Right... fucking... THERE, *he snaps.* How can y'not see 'em?

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Char+Emp (Ziahl): 8,5,6,4,

Alexander Donovan: Jeff: "You aren't helping."

Ziahl: Leans in close to Tony, she could use some calming, eyes on Jeff. How could he see her?

Jeff Brolin: *He huffs slightly.* Well, she asked.

Ziahl: She takes a slow deep breath and whispers back to Tony.

Jeff Brolin: Look, how 'bout I gove y'all head an' call it a night? I'm beat.

Jeff Brolin: ((gove-give))

Ziahl: "Head?" Looking at Tony for an explanation.

Alexander Donovan: "Hey, it's her that's pissed, not us."

Jeff Brolin: I can tongue 'er too. I'll do it last, clean the taste outta my mouth.

Antonio Pavlatos: Murmurs to Ziahl. "A kind of sex."

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((He'll go along with that, happily Damien control. He doesn't mind being bottomed at all, especially if he can top Jez in the meantime. The rough is hardly a problem, either. He seems disoriented at first, but once they get into it, he gives in very easily. Damien would find him surprisngly warm, almost loving with Jez, in an odd way.))

Ziahl: Fortunately Tony seems to be soothing her.

Alexander Donovan: Alex laughs at that. "C'mon Ziahl. Lets go talk about the real problem and leave this little fish for bait."

Jeff Brolin: Little fish? *He huffs, and looks upset.* Oi... I can help too. Clear m'fuckin' good name, if y'like.

Antonio Pavlatos: He keeps nuzzling her with his head, trying to radiate some calm into her.

Ziahl: Arches a brow at Tony. How can he want to sex her up if he's afraid of her?

Jeff Brolin: Little fish, my ass. M'fuckin' eight inches, *he snaps.*

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks back at her, thinking of the men and women who get off watching Mercury strip, scared but still want him.

Antonio Pavlatos: A brief glimpse up at Jeff, but most of his face hidden behind that veil of hair.

Ziahl: She lets Tony and Alex lead her away.

Alexander Donovan: Alex slowly turns his head toward Jeff. "Do you want her to keep going? I assure you, you won't like it."

Jeff Brolin: *He waves a hand, and idly scratches the top of his head, the very center of it. Muttering to himself, before heading for the door.*

Alexander Donovan: Once she lets go and is willing to walk away, Alex leads her away. He makes a concious effort to keep his own breating steady and even as they go.

Antonio Pavlatos: He moves with Ziahl and Alex to one of the daybeds, either nuzzling or touching her in some fashion.

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (with jez hes rather tender, almost affectionate...aerin would definately catch a look or sense of more than just the sex with jez from dami...and afterwards hes rather warm/affectionate with aerin too if he doesnt seem to mind...hes a veeeery passionate guy)

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: ((Couldn't sleep and can stay up a little bit longer.)) She comes back in, though has her coat with her mumbling in some odd language as she cozies back to the bar.

Ziahl: She slides an arm around Tony, nuzzling his hair and letting the calm he seems to radiate settle over her.

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: And she almost bumps into Jeff as he heads out the door (dlp)

Ziahl: Slides an arm around Alex too if lets her.

Antonio Pavlatos: (Welcome back :)

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: (Thanks :) )

Alexander Donovan: "Glad I ran into you Ziahl. I was wondering if you'd like to talk about what happened to start your little fued."

Alexander Donovan: Alex lets her, and will slide his own arm around her. ((Welcome back. :)

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((No, he wouldn't mind, I imagine. *S*))

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: Or not.....(looks like Jeff left fast)

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: ((Never mind. I'm not going to play by myself then again *laugh* Another time then.))

Fangwulf: ((Sorry... is an exhausted wulf. Will let the NPC rest for now.))

Ziahl: ((Ahh, sleep, the bane of rp'ers!)) Settles on the day bed with the two men. "This would not be the place to talk of it."

Kaitlyn Kelly [PT]: ((Well, he could have at least gotten her number hehe. Rest. I guess I'll try to sleep again.))

Alexander Donovan: Alex waves his hand around. "Look at them. Do you think they'll notice anything that isn't trying to breed with them?"

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (aaand tehre goes the alarm clock...husband needing to be taken to work, soo, theres the time delay *blars and so wishes he could get a liscence and drive himself* but Ill be back right after I take him)

Ziahl: She glances towards the door that leads into the maze. "There?"

Antonio Pavlatos: (He didn't even get the number? Foolish man! lol)

Ziahl: She's cautious about such things.

Alexander Donovan: "If you'd be more comfortable there."

Ziahl: Nods, sliding off the bed and heading into the dungeon. (MT Dungeon)

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Okay. Gonna say Aerin came back out at some point before Damien...maybe Dami and Jez wanted to talk, whatever. *S*))

Alexander Donovan: Goes with the others.

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks to them both. "Want drinks?" Quiet voice.

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: They are talking in the dungeon. If Aerin wants to 'find' them there, while GG goes to get her husband, that would be good, since Alex said he needed to talk to Aerin too, about just this thing.

Antonio Pavlatos: (off to other room)

A.D. -> Aerin Thomas: ((They see Aerin on the way?))

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: Nyte suggested Tony get drinks, so maybe they can see each other, while GG is gone

A.D. -> Aerin Thomas: Or he still down there?

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (oooh yeah...one thing aerin would most definately notice....the bite mark on his chest.....even looks like the canines were a bit more pronounced(1 agg), but it doesnt look lke it was resisted in teh least.....alex bit him there, didnt know ifn ya were there for that bit yet

Aerin Thomas -> A.D.: THey would have found him on the way, probably.

LIMELIGHT DUNGEON

Alexander Donovan: Walks down into his doma... er... Limelight's Dungeon.

Ziahl: She moves deep into the dungeon with the two men, finding an isolated chamber and settling on the bed without her usual curious explorations.

Alexander Donovan: Alex climbs up on the bed with her to listen, motioning Tony to get on her other side.

Antonio Pavlatos: He pauses when they pick the room, and moves off to the small dungeon bar to get them drinks.

Ziahl: "There was a fight in a cafe, and I... interrupted it. A woman Aerin called Ness was giving me angry looks when everyone stopped fighting. I'm not sure, but I think she was somehow responsible for it because Aerin seemed to sense something and moved to speak with her. He was angry. Another man was threatening me with brass knuckles and demanding to see my teeth..."

Antonio Pavlatos: (put in last post) "I'll get the drinks, Mtolo"

Ziahl: Reaches over to pat Tony before he leaves to fetch drinks.

Alexander Donovan: "Aerin? Aerin Thomas? Who was fighting? Him?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He orders a Tequilla Sunrise for Alexander, a warmed wine for himself, and (whatever he remembers Ziahl likes, but player forgot).

Alexander Donovan: Alex nods. "Not too long. You're always good at keeping my wits about me."

Ziahl: (She usually drinks whatever anyone hands her. *c*) "No, just a group of men. I made them feel happy and they stopped arguing before it came to blows."

Aerin Thomas: He wanders along through the dungeon, running a hand through his hair, exploring a bit after his time with Damien and Jez. He's a little more together, more stable...maybe a touch more back to himself. He looks up as he passed by the bar, blinking as he notes Antonio.

Alexander Donovan: "How did you make them happy?"

Ziahl: She hesitates. "It's just... something I can do."

Antonio Pavlatos: About to turn with the drinks, he almost runs into Aerin, and he murmurs. "Excuse... excuse me, Sir, I weren't watchin..." He blinks as he recognizes it is Aerin.

Alexander Donovan: "So, what happened between being threatened and her nearly killing you?" Alex runs his fingers through her hair, much like he would with Tony.

Aerin Thomas: He reaches out to put a hand gently on Tony's shoulder, stablizing him and providing a soft contact. "Hey, Tony. It's okay...you're fine. How are you?"

Antonio Pavlatos: "Mr... Mr Aerin... 'Evenin', Sir... Mtolo was lookin' fer you."

Antonio Pavlatos: He drops his head then, murmuring. "I'm.... okay, Sir." Apparently Ethan hadn't spoken to Aerin about anything, maybe that was a good thing.

Aerin Thomas: "Oh?" He raises an eyebrow, the bottle of Chivas he bought and Jez brought back held under an arm. "Okay. Can you take me to him, then? If you're not busy with something else your Mtolo needs you to do, that is..."

Ziahl: She leans against him and sighs. "She exploded Aerin. It startled me and I... I got upset... and I bit her.

Antonio Pavlatos: "I was just gettin' us drinks, Sir..." Head still lowered, voice and manner much more subdued than usual. "I can show ya where they are." He starts off back to the room Alex and Ziahl are in.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Empathy: 7,6,6,4,2,8,9,

Alexander Donovan: "Hmmm... Did it look like Aerin knew her?"

Ziahl: "He knew her name."

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: He's upset, and doesn't want to be here, but Alexander forced him to leave the house tonight, and come here with him. He feels like he has shamed Alex, and utmost in his feelings and thoughts are of Jez and Ingvar, Shadow Lords, pain, and feeling hurt, and hoping none of them are here again tonight.

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: Oh, he is also scared, thinking about his black out last night, when he lost his phone.

Antonio Pavlatos: He walks back to the room, pushing aside the thick curtain, holding it back until Aerin enters, coughing softly to get Alexander's attention.

Ziahl: Looks up as Tony arrives with Aerin.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks back toward the cough. "Speak of the devil."

Aerin Thomas: He purses his lips a little and reaches out to runs his hand lightly over Tony's back. "It's okay, Tony. Come on...let's go back to your Mtolo." He gives the young man a warm smile and lets him lead the way.

Antonio Pavlatos: Murmurs softly. "Mtolo, I saw Mr... Aerin in the... hall, Sir." After Aerin enters, he drops the curtain and moves around the room quiet as a mouse, serving them their drinks.

Antonio Pavlatos: (Put that post of Aerin's in the right spot) He gives Aerin a very very brief smile at his words, but it doesn't reach his eyes. (Now the other post before my last one)

Aerin Thomas: He walks in after Tony, nodding to Ziahl and Alexander. "Speak of the devil, eh?" A muted smile, maybe the slightest hint of amusement. "Didn't know I rated that high. Hello, Alex. Ziahl."

Ziahl: When Tony hands her a drink she leans over and kisses his hair, murmuring, "Thank you." And it's clear she doesn't mean just for the drink.

Ziahl: "Hello, Aerin." Pats the bed, inviting him to join them.

Antonio Pavlatos: He nuzzles Ziahl again, giving her a very brief, weak smile before he serves Alex his drink.

Alexander Donovan: "We were just talking about the night Ziahl got in a fight and nearly got killed."

Aerin Thomas: Watch THAT smile vanish. "Ahh, yeah. That bitch almost made it a two-for-one night that night. She's still on my hit list. Just haven't seen her yet." He moves to take a seat on the bed, facing them, legs crosing in front of him as he takes a drink from his bottle.

Ziahl: Looks up at Aerin. "I saw Ness the other day. And today her friend came looking for me at Central Park."

Alexander Donovan: Alex takes the drink and takes a sip of it.

Antonio Pavlatos: He curls up quietly on the floor close to Alexander's feet, holding his glass and twirling if slowly in his hands, head down.

Alexander Donovan: "Well, we saw her twice. She was here last night talking in my head. Sounded like a scared rabit, but to have nearly killed Ziahl..."

Ziahl: Sips whatever Tony brought her. "He had guns and spoke as if he could kill me any time he wished. He took me to a hotel and said he wished to stop further blood shed. He knew about the treaty. Did you report her attack, Aerin?"

Aerin Thomas: Eyes twitch, and his body tenses visibly. "Talking in your head?" He looks from Alexander to Ziahl. "People coming after you in the Park?"

Aerin Thomas: "I didn't report her attack to the Treaty, no. Ness isn't part of the thing." He pulls a cigarette and lights up. "Which means she's fair fuckin' game."

Ziahl: Nods, frowning a little. "He didn't try to hurt me, but he knew... about me. She has probably told him about you too, Aerin."

Alexander Donovan: Aerin: "So what started things off between you and her?"

Ziahl: "What is she?"

Ziahl: "Even after you healed me, Aerin, I was still pained for many days. She is not natural."

Ziahl: "And I had no visible wounds."

Ziahl: (*pokes ya'll into posting quicker, because it's past my bed time *s*)

Alexander Donovan: "It doesn't really matter what she is. What we need to know is why the shit hit the fan so we can clean it off a bit."

Aerin Thomas: Watch another eye twitch, and his jaw pulse angrily. "Well, she's already a dead woman, so if she's telling others, she's just making it worse on her." He looks to Alex. "I first saw Ness in a cafe in Midtown. She tried to do mind control or something...read all our thoughts. Instead, she fucked up somehow and broadcast her thoughts to all of us. Thoughts like 'They'll pay for ignoring me' and the like. I scared the crap out of her and gave her a warning. Fucking handwaver didn't listen to it."

Aerin Thomas: "She's a handwaver, a willworker. A mage, as they call it."

Ziahl: Nods to herself when Aerin confirms her suspicions.

Alexander Donovan: "So we're going to kill her because she's inept?"

Aerin Thomas: "No, we're going to kill her because she refuses to stop trying to control the minds of people for random kicks, and she seems to like using her handwaving and electiricty blasts on our kind."

Ziahl: "Snyde, her friend, is concerned this will grow into a war, us against them."

Aerin Thomas: "SNYDE was the..." He blinks, considering. Shit's starting to fall into place. "Oh, Jesus. Snyde's a willworker? And he just walked into Central Park and threatened you?"

Ziahl: "I told him it might help if she agreed to be cleansed, but he refused, and said she was not corrupt. I think she enjoys hurting people."

Ziahl: "He threatened indirectly. I asked him if she had sent him to kill me, and he said if he wanted me dead, I wouldn't see it coming."

Ziahl: "In the hotel, he put his guns on the table to demonstrate he wished me no harm, and claimed he wanted this to stop before more blood was spilled."

Aerin Thomas: He sees a phone call to a wheat-blonde teenager in his future. He nods a little bit. "Ness is a little kid with a magnifying glass frying ants, and pulling the wings off flies because it's fun. Except she's got a lot stronger skills then a magnifying glass. And she refuses to take the hint. She's dangerous. Highly."

Ziahl: "Snyde claims he can control her."

Aerin Thomas: "The Sept needs to be warned about willworkers coming into the Park fully armed, Ziahl. May I tell them?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He finally takes a small sip of his wine, staying still and quiet as they talk.

Aerin Thomas: He snorts. "Sure. And who will control Snyde," he asks with a sneer.

Ziahl: "He asked me to trust him." Looking doubtful as she takes another sip of her drink.

Ziahl: Nods to Aerin. "It is their right to know who walks within their territory."

Alexander Donovan: "She's asked for a meeting. One on one. She said she wanted us to 'call off the dragon'."

Ziahl: "Even if you do not, the guardian spirits probably will."

Ziahl: "I am not hunting her..." Yet.

Aerin Thomas: "There's good, honest willworkers out there," he says with a grudging scowl. "Ness is NOT one of them. And if Snyde's associated...well." He looks to Alex. "Alexander...this woman nearly killed me with a single action. If it weren't for Ziahl and Erin Madigan, I would be dead, no question about it. And she did it in a way I completely couldn't see coming. You can NOT trust her. Especially not one-on-one."

Ziahl: Glances at Alex and Tony, looking a little worried. If they realize she's literally a dragon, they may not like her any more.

Ziahl: "I think if Aerin had not healed me, I would have died that night. Even gripped between my jaws, she was able to call grievous injury upon me."

Antonio Pavlatos: Tony doesn't see the glance, he is sitting with his head down, hair hiding most of him, maybe looking at the wine in his glass, still quiet.

Alexander Donovan: "What about.. neutral territory? Where you sent me." Alex isn't sure if he should mention it in front of Ziahl, better to be cautious. "From what I've heard, if she can she can nearly kill her... or you... then I'm probably not going to take it well either."

Alexander Donovan: "What'd she use?"

Aerin Thomas: He shakes his head. "She doesn't hold to it. She's violated it's tenets many times...not just these two. I understand there was...an incident some time ago. She was apprehended, and managed to escape. She probably won't go there, I'll wager...she doesn't seem to trust them, from what I picked up from her broadcasting thoughts the one time. And if she does go there, she'll try something, and that will only ensure her death."

Aerin Thomas: "She used a fucking PlayStation Portable. A handheld gaming device."

Alexander Donovan: "And then our hands will be completely clean, even if we're the ones that do it."

Alexander Donovan: "She hit you over the head with it?"

Ziahl: "Where is neutral territory?"

Ziahl: Shakes her head at Alex. "She exploded us, but there were no wounds, just the pain and... burning inside."

Alexander Donovan: ((whoops, he did say Electricity))

Alexander Donovan: Can we get grounded before meeting with her?

Aerin Thomas: "No, she used it to unleash an eletric shock, from what I understand." He takes a drag off the cigarette, almost suling a little. "I didn't see it coming, and I was out cold. What I know about it was learned through Erin, Ziahl, and another witness."

Aerin Thomas: ((sulking))

Ziahl: "The man who wanted my teeth?" Looking at Aerin.

Antonio Pavlatos: (*pats Rav on head* There there)

Aerin Thomas: "How much grounding can you get from that much electricity?" He shrugs and looks at Alex. "And that may not be the only thing she can do. I've had willworkers who teleported pieces of paper into remote locations I was at and then set then on fire while I was holding them. I've seen them read and control minds. Change moods. Completely change people's appearances." He looks to Ziahl and nods. "He's unknowledgable about our kind, or handwavers. He was...confused. Frightened."

Ziahl: "Delirium seemed to hold him. He did not join the battle."

Alexander Donovan: "No, but if it's her first trick... something she leans on... it'll give us a shot."

Ziahl: "I think this Ness is a servant of the Weaver."

Aerin Thomas: "It will give you a shot...maybe." He folds his arms over his chest and frowns. "She was also...quite cold-blooded about it after the fact. Telling me it was my fault that she attacked me."

Alexander Donovan: "Well, the thing for her is that you don't travel alone. If she hasn't got anyone willing to spank her like the petulant child she is, then we need to deal with her. I'd just rather do it in a manner that leaves the situation finished, and obviously her fault."

Ziahl: "She will probably bring other hand-wavers to the meeting. She is fearful, and succumbs to her fears easily."

Antonio Pavlatos: He jumps suddenly, almost spilling his glass of wine as his pants pocket vibrates. He glances up at the other three in the room, and then starts to dig his new cell phone out of his pants.

Aerin Thomas: He considers a moment. "Let me...I have a couple of contacts among the mages of the city. Let me report her, see what they do. And see what they'll do if they know she and Snyde broke the treaty...constantly in Ness's case...and attacked our kind, not to mention violated the Treaty in other ways."

Alexander Donovan: "That's the point. She freaks out... we freak back... self defense in front of her freinds."

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks down at Tony, running his fingers through his hair. "Who is it?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks up at Alexander, then sits his glass on the floor and does a partial roll across the floor, putting a little distance between himself and the other three, so not to interrupt them. He answers the phone in a low, soft voice. "H...Hello?"

Ziahl: Glances at Tony when he jumps, then looks to Aerin. "Snyde said I broke the treaty by defending you."

Antonio Pavlatos: He covers the phone with his hand, looking at the little mark on the ID. He mouths "Damien" to Alexander.

Ziahl: "But if she is not part of the treaty, it doesn't matter."

Aerin Thomas: "Snyde's full of SHIT," he growls at that. His body goes tense again, to the point that he has to slip of the bed, pacing. "He doesn't know WHAT the fuck he's talking about, or he's flat out LYING."

Antonio Pavlatos: His voice still low. "No, Sir, we're at Limelight."

Alexander Donovan: "Hmm... Damien could sense her actions... and claimed to be able to counter them the first time I saw her. Needs a few lessons in teamwork, but..."

Alexander Donovan: "Aerin, chill. Today is not the day to let the little things get to you."

Antonio Pavlatos: His head turns to Aerin then, as his voice rises, phone still at his ear. He covers up the bottom half with his hand.

Aerin Thomas: Ness...Snyde...Alice...Adrian. Adrian...Spitfire...Gunther. Gunther...I-- He stops and shakes his head, a hand going to his forehead. "Goddess damn it. Shit." The anger is fading away, replaced by a more sullen, less angry sensation...more of a bitterness.

Ziahl: Tosses back the last of her drink.

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks towards the door, then back to the phone. Hearing Alexander speak of Damien to Aerin, he speaks again into the phone. "Can ya hold on a minute?" He puts his hand down completely over the bottom of the phone and crawls the foot or two back to Alexander, nuzzling his leg.

Ziahl: Gives Aerin a concerned look.

Alexander Donovan: Alex nods to Tony, encouraging him to speak up.

Antonio Pavlatos: He speaks soft, but Ziahl and Aerin can both hear him. "It's Damian, he's in the club... ask him here, or...?" Leaving the decision completely up to Alexander.

Alexander Donovan: Aerin & Ziahl: "Should we see what he has to say about her?"

Ziahl: "I would welcome his council."

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at Alex, something of a pained resignation in his gaze. "Sure." He nods, sighing deeply. "Anything we can know would be helpful." Just his luck. Even his relaxation ends up potentially biting him in the ass. Somewhere, Murphy's giggling like an eight-year old future serial killer with a scalpel and a neighborhood cat.

Alexander Donovan: Alex looks to Aerin for his input then, since he he seems to know everyone around here.

Alexander Donovan: "Tony, bring him here." Pulls him up by the hair to whisper into his ear.

Antonio Pavlatos: At Alex's nod, he takes his hand away from the phone. "We're in the dungeon... come in the halls, 'n I'll show ya to the room."

Ziahl: Frowns when Alex lifts Tony the hair.

Antonio Pavlatos: Waiting and watching for Damien, head lowered but not enough that his sharp eyes can't see what is happening around him.

Aerin Thomas: "Ethan's..." He pauses, frowning and scratching at the back of his neck, looking to the floor. The sudden change in topic wasn't what he expcted. "He's doing okay. Busy, but good." He looks to Ziahl and nods. "I would say so, yes."

Ziahl: Smiles at Damien when he enters, and patting the bed, inviting him to warm her other side.

Antonio Pavlatos: He steps up to Damien when he sees him, nuzzling his shoulder softly. "Evenin', Sir, Follow me, I"ll show ya where they are."

Antonio Pavlatos: He shows him to the room, holding the drape back again as he had for Aerin, entering after Damien.

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to tony, giving a quiet grin at the nuzzle* alrigh

Ziahl: Aerin> "When your week is bad, you may call upon me if you wish. I will lend what aid or comfort I can."

Ziahl: (Ooops thought they'd entered the room. Save Damien's smile and invite for when he actually arrives. *c*)

Damien Thiereaoux: *he enters and smiles to ziahl, nodding to alex and aerin when he sees them, coat and clothes set down, then the wine bottle(after he pours another glass), then he moves to the bed to lay along the other side of ziahl, that unnatural body heat warming her nicely from there*

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles and reaches over to just touch Damien as he lays down with them. "Excellent timing."

Antonio Pavlatos: He closes the curtain behind him, giving a quick glance to Alexander, then moves closer to Aerin, nuzzling his shoulder. (Is he still standing?)

Damien Thiereaoux: oh?*looking to alex, sipping from his glass slowly*

Ziahl: She looks quite content, sandwiched between the two men, as she leans over to nuzzle Damien's hair.

Ziahl: Damien> "We are discussing Ness and Snyde, the one you left me with earlier today."

Aerin Thomas: ((*Beats hsi exceptionally slow computer*)) "Thank you, Ziahl." A sigh smile to her, and he looks to Damien. ((Still standing, yes.)

Alexander Donovan: "We were just talking about psycho chick from the other night. The one that hurt Ziahl."

Damien Thiereaoux: ahh.....nutball an her friend denser'n lead psycho guy*nodding, taking a sip of the wine again*

Aerin Thomas: ((A slight smile)) He looks to Tony, taking a deep breath to ease himself in to a more reasonable stands, and affects a little bit of a warmer smile to him. Trying to banish his anger and frustration from the surface, back down to the pits where it belongs.

Antonio Pavlatos: (Thanks then) He leans his head against Aerin's shoulder, occassionally nuzzles his cheek against it, but he remains by him. If sits down, he will sit down at his feet.

Ziahl: ((And I have to go to bed. Can someone log? Z will stay and put in what she can, then will probably go home with Damien.))

Alexander Donovan: "The other day when she was talking in my head she offered to meet one of us. Personally, I don't relish getting blasted like she seems to enjoy."

Antonio Pavlatos: (*Hugs* Thanks for the play! Sleep well)

Aerin Thomas: He keeps his slight lean against the wall, and brings his hand up to smooth over Antonio's hair gently. Listening to Damien and Alex for the moment.

Alexander Donovan: ((Rav logs everything))

Aerin Thomas: ((*hugs the Wyvern*))

Aerin Thomas: ((That I do!))

Ziahl: (Yay! Snugs everyone and collapses.))

Alexander Donovan: ((*hugs* See you soon.))

Antonio Pavlatos: He doesn't exactly purr when his hair is touched, but it is a slight humming noise from his throat, contented sounding and somehow soothing.

Damien Thiereaoux: she is seriously unstable...I mean like....yeeeah...yknow? otha night after y'all left, she came out fore I could get back in, started raaaavin at me*furrowing his brows for a moment, shaking his head slighlty, parts of it fuzzy* dont right rememba alla it, but....she threatened..I.....think....or...held her fist out at me or somethin....an when I kept yellin I aint done didly shit t'her, an acted like I didnt give a whit bout her, she got all sniffly, tole her not t'do the cryin act thing cuz its jes annoyin, lil twit....an she stopped....dunno what else she did or anythin since I turned m'back on her t'head back inside

Alexander Donovan: "Great. An unstable kid that got into mommy's book of matches."

Damien Thiereaoux: thas.....puttin it lightly*taking a deeper drink of his wine now*

Aerin Thomas: He nods at Alex and Damien's assessments, his palm still passing over Tony's hair...fingers slightly threading through.

Alexander Donovan: "So what's the plan then?"

Damien Thiereaoux: plan?*raising a brow, giving a curious look*

Alexander Donovan: "I'll take the next blast, since the two of you already did."

Aerin Thomas: "You know my thoughts on that already," he says to Alexander. "Check with my contacts, and if they can't help..."

Antonio Pavlatos: He dares a quick glance over at Alexander, but doesn't speak, just nuzzles Aerin's arm again, not pressing himself against him, but his body touching the length of Aerin's side.

Aerin Thomas: Alexander's idea draws a frown. "It would be better if no one took a blast...and if you go to do it, you're not going alone. I'd just like to state that for the record..."

Damien Thiereaoux: wha...blast?*brows furrowing now, he sits up slightly* hooold onna minute..from psycho chick? where, when, what kinda?

Alexander Donovan: Alex nods. "We'll figure that out later. We should just relax and enjoy the rest of the night."

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((You ~DO~ know that Ness is part of the same Chantry as Damien, right?))

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (I didnt know, no, honestly.....and damis been real lax at paying attention, he barely goes there as it is, or used to barely go there.....first person he was gonna talk to was michelle anyways honestly...)

Aerin Thomas -> Damien Thiereaoux: ((Gotcha. Yeah, she's on the Haven roster. *Hugs* S'all good, was just checking.))

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to Antontio and smiles a little bit, his hand slipping down to go around Antonio's shoulders and hug him from the side. Comforting, supporting. Everything will be fine.

Kittie -> Aerin Thomas: And last questions before I leave you be: Can you delete pictures from the gallery? If so, can you delete Tira Fey Pendre as she will not be getting played.

Aerin Thomas -> Kittie: ((Will do.))

Antonio Pavlatos: He nuzzles then totally into the hug.

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing deeply, he finishes off the glass and sets that down too, flopping back onto the bed, glancing to tony quietly for a moment before glancing to the others, rubbing the back of his neck*

Kittie -> Aerin Thomas: Awesome! Thanks. Enjoy your RP.

Alexander Donovan: Alex reaches over and lightly touches the mark on Damien's chest.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he looks up and to alex at teh touch(wanna say ziahl curled up sleepylike for now?),tilting his head*

Antonio Pavlatos: He dares another glance around the room, briefly, then rests his face against Aerin, still standing if the other man is.

Aerin Thomas: He draws Tony to his side when the man nuzzles in, and keeps himself from tensing instinctively... difficult, but doable. He tilts his head to the side, watching the young man for a few moments, his expression almost curious, an ear still open for the conversation.

Antonio Pavlatos: He isn't make it something sexual, at least not unless Aerin makes a move towards that. Instead, it is more simple comforting gestures he returns.

Alexander Donovan: Damien: "So, what have you been up to tonight?"

Antonio Pavlatos: (make=making)

Aerin Thomas: No, nothing sexual from the Gaian. He takes a drag off his dying cigarette and exhales the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, specifically away from Tony.

Antonio Pavlatos: He murmurs softly to Aerin. "I forgot, Sir... I need to give ya the new number I... got. Lost my... phone."

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (tony smokes at times, even if he shouldn't :)

Aerin Thomas: "Okay," he says with a nod to Tony. A pause, before: "I've lost my fair share myself, you know..."

Damien Thiereaoux: not...too terrible much....spent some time in the maze, otha than that jes lazin on th'daybeds out theyah....*not mentioning who with, not knowing if others knowing is welcome, absently moving closer to alex, sharing that body heat of his considering his whole upper half is bare*

Antonio Pavlatos: He dares a look up at Aerin, his eyes showing confused, a little disorientation. "I lose... I lose things sometimes... can't remember what I did with 'em." Something obviously has him scared, his tone is extremely low, nervous.

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (With all the mage stuff today, I doubt AK got to play Ethan much with Aerin, but will no doubt inform him eventually of the odd phone calls he got from Tony and their little visit earlier today)

Aerin Thomas: "I've done that too." He nods a little bit, his hand omcing back to pet and smooth over Antonio's hair, gentle soothing motions. "It happens. It's not something we mean to do...the mind just plays tricks on us from time to time."

Alexander Donovan: "Maybe we should call it a night. We all have things to think about and take care of. We can meet again soon enough."

Damien Thiereaoux: was that all y'had t'talk t'me bout? thought theyah was more?

Aerin Thomas -> Antonio Pavlatos: ((Probably. We did a little Aerin/Ethan stuff this morning, but it was dated last night, and Aerin was in NO condition to deal with much. *S* They'll go over it, I'm sure.))

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (And while I have you here, Lucien is looking for Aerin, having been told that is who he should speak with concerning the 'Disturbing Gift' stuff, spoke with JC earlier about it. We can do it tomorrow though, if you want, getting late)

Alexander Donovan: Damien: "That you shared our opinion of her being dangerous was enough for now." Aerin: "Would you mind if Tony went home with you? I think he needs to get out of our little place for a bit and have some company."

Aerin Thomas -> Antonio Pavlatos: ((Might be best to do it tomorrow, yeah. *Nods* I have work tomorrow.))

Antonio Pavlatos: He nods a bit, almost as if talking to himself. "Yes, Sir... it sure does, specially when ya can't... can't remember how ya even got to bed, 'n... weren't drunk."

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Alex, blinking, and then shakes his head. "No...no, not at all. That would be fine."

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Then tomorrow night if you want, and have the time :)

Antonio Pavlatos: He throws a brief, scared look at Alexander, but says nothing, merely drops his head against Aerin, swallowing hard.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah," he says to Tony. Complete understanding in his voice. "I hate waking up and having that happen."

Alexander Donovan: Alex waves Tony over to him.

Antonio Pavlatos: He catches the wave, and moves slowly to Alexander, a little hesitantly, dropping to his knees in front of him.

Damien Thiereaoux: *lips part slightly, then he sighs softly and nods, blinking slow and sitting up* spose if'n y'all are gonna leave an head out ....*reaching over for his shirt*

Aerin Thomas: He looks between Alex and Tony, concern lighting in his face for the two of them. He waits patiently, letting them talk.

Alexander Donovan: Alex pulls him up by the collar for a kiss. "I'll see you in a few hours. Behave yourself."

Antonio Pavlatos: He doesn't resist, letting his body go limp as Alex pulls him towards him. He makes a little, soft sound, tension easing out of his shoulders at the kiss. "I...I'll be good, Mtolo."

Alexander Donovan: "Good." Damien: "You want me to follow you with sleeping beuty in my car, or should I take her someplace else?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He then nuzzles his head against Alexander, still nervous looking, but obviously relieved about something now.

Damien Thiereaoux: *slipping the mesh shirt back on, he doesnt bother with the jerkin, reaching for the coat instead,semi watching tony and alex out the corner of his eye*

Alexander Donovan: Alex stands up, giving Tony another kiss and swatting him on the butt, waiting for Damien's answer.

Damien Thiereaoux: follow is cool*nodding* would like y'all t'know where I live anyways...jes incase....*nodding again, slipping the coat on now*

Antonio Pavlatos: He nuzzles Alexander's shoulder again, then moves to do the same to Damien.

Damien Thiereaoux: *standing himself, he snags his keys from a coat pocket and reaches down to cradle ziahl in his arms*

Alexander Donovan: Alex nods and gently picks up Ziahl. "We'll talk more, or just do more, on our issues with the psycho later." ((Player is fixing to pass out))

Damien Thiereaoux: *nuzzling back against tony before picking up ziahl*

Aerin Thomas: He watches the farewells, smiling just a little bit.

Antonio Pavlatos: He moves then over to Aerin, nuzzling his shoulder and sticking to his side like glue.

Alexander Donovan: ((Hehe. Well, ONE of them gets her out to his beat up car))

Aerin Thomas: He slips an arm around Tony's shoulder, and moves to head out. "C'mon, Tony. Let's go see if Ethan's still up. Have you met my daughter Tori yet?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He glances back at Alexander as they leave, seeming to want to look at him one more time as if he might never see him again, then turns and moves off with Aerin, murmuring softly. "Yes, Sir... met her today..."

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: first thing in the morning(but not TOO early*G* he'd call michelle about ness*hugs*)

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit. "Okay." A look over his shoulder to Alex, and a nod goodbye, as well as one to Damien.

Alexander Donovan: Alex waves goodbye to Aerin, as much he can as he helps Damien get Ziahl to the car and back to Damien's place.

Antonio Pavlatos: He leaves then with Aerin. (and this player about to fall over as well *HUGS* thanks ya'll, good scene)

Damien Thiereaoux: (night*hugs*)

Aerin Thomas: ((Night, guys. Thanks for the scene!))