antonio pavlatos: He arrives in a cab, it seems having just a bit of trouble when it comes to paying the driver, but finally manages and steps out, nervously looking around him.

ethan anderson: Ethan moves slowly into the club after paying the cover, his blue eyes wide and almost startled. He's not sure what he had been expecting but it certainly wasn't this. He's dressed nicely in a pair of fitted black jeans that hug his lean hips and slim, toned thighs and a simple, short sleeved silk button down in the same, soft blue as his eyes, left open just enough to show off the equal armed celtic cross tattooed in azure and green beneath his collar bones, roughly the size of his hand. His waist length blond hair is pulled back into a tight, thick braid, the end wrapped with black cord. Tiny gold hoops spiral up each delicate earlobe, shrinking in diameter as they climb. Simple black boots complete the ensemble.

Damien Thiereaoux: ( http://www.dracinabox.com/pumorpheuscoat.jpg , outfit for tonight) *inside already, leaning against a pillar, glass of wine in leather encased hand held casually, he occasionally sips from it, peering at the dim insides of the club surrounding him from behind teh dark shades every once in a while*

antonio pavlatos: A young man with a surreal appearance that seems to be in his late teens or early twenties. He has the nervous habit of pushing strands of his ebony hip-length hair out of his face, revealing somewhat Native American features on a face that is truly surreal, being more andrognous and pretty than handsome. Tonight he is wearing his thick, long hair a little differently. It has two tiny braids on either side of his face, tiny links of chain woven into them, and another brain down the middle section of his back. Although he wears his favorite lace up leather pants, the shirt with them is a long, artfully torn burgendy shirt with an overlay of an open soft black leather vest. Skin peeks out all over, as well as at the loose lacings down the sides of his legs. When he walks all that hair almost looks like a cape around him. His collar though, is still around his throat, and on one side of his face, from the corner of his eye down to the inside of the shirt he has artful designs on his skin - body paint. From a distance it looks like he has a wild orchid pressed into his cheek.

ethan anderson: He hovers near the door, blue eyes wide, his lips parted softly as he takes the scene in with a mild sense of shock. "Holy sheep..."

antonio pavlatos: He speaks with the attendant, and carefully peels off enough bills it seems to satisfy the man, and he enters the club, moving tentatively, nervous eyes scanning the room.

ethan anderson: He glances at Tony, can't quite stop himself and hs tongue flicks over his lips as he begins praying that Aerin will arrive soon!

ethan anderson: d10: per alert: 5,8,9,1,8,1,

antonio pavlatos: His eyes slide to ethan as he senses himself watched. He tries a nervous smile on the other man, before slipping in the door.

Damien Thiereaoux: *leaning up from the pillar, he glides through the crowds effortlessly, bored blase look on his face, heading to the bar to order a bottle of the same wine....leaning against the bar now waiting for it*

Aerin Thomas: A green hybrid pulls itself up to the nearest parking, and out he steps. The man has taken the time to get himself a new trench coat...old one's all bullet-riddled. Underneath, he's wearing a purple poet's shirt, heavy cuffs, and a pair of black leather pants. Doc Martins complete the ensemble, his hair pulled tightly back into a ponytail as he walks up and pays the cover.

Aerin is a very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 28 years of age, he still has a baby-face, despite the goatee he's wearing, he is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. As stated before, he has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. (PB 3)

Aerin Thomas: ((Color change for sanity))

ethan anderson: Flushing, he hurriedly drops his eyes, but not before notcing the oddity on the young man's cheek. After a pause he shrugs it off and goes back to people watching, his weight shifting nervously from foot to foot.

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc+Alert: 3,1,3,8,4,8,1,

Jez: He wanders in, a smoky smile on his face. His hair is chaotic as ever, his eyes lined heavily with black kohl. ((*new* pic! http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Jez3.jpg)) He is wearing red silk pants with black side lacings and a black silk poet’s shirt worn like a tunic and belted with a spiked black leather belt round his waist. His ever-present black leather trench and black leather boots laced up to his knees complete the ensemble, along with a spiked dog collar around his throat.

antonio pavlatos: (This roller hates me, I swear) He seems almost lost in the sea of people at the club, and sticks to the walls mainly as he moves along through the club, looking for Damien.

Jez: d10: per alert: 7,4,4,10,4,8,8,

ethan anderson: Hesitently he takes another step deeper into the club, fingers drawing his braid over his shoulder so he can toy with the end, brushing it back and forth across his lips.

Damien Thiereaoux: *bottle of wine gotten, glass still in hand, he makes towards the beds, eyes flicking about his surroundings again from behind those shades*

antonio pavlatos: (*Thwaps Jez*)

Jez: His soft, sensual lips purse in a cunning sort of pout. He fingers his collar delicately, moving further into the club, towards...

antonio pavlatos: He's getting really nervous now, he doesn't do well on his own, and scans the room a second time for Damien.

Jez: ((~smirk~ I know what it likes...))

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 2,8,7,10,9,2,

antonio pavlatos: d10: Perc+Alert (be nice): 7,4,4,4,10,5,9,

Jez: "Damien," he murmurs, touching his arm. Chaste touching is allowed, and he certainly is willing.

antonio pavlatos: He finally spots him, and tension flows out of his shoulders like a dam erupting. He slips his hand inside his pants, fingering something in his pocket, and moves toward the couch Damien is on.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 8,6,7,9,6,5,

Jez: He had already seen Tony and he smiles warmly as he nears.

Damien Thiereaoux: *pausing, he lowers the shades for a moment, peering over them when he thinks he notices....yes.....tony...a crooked almost cheshire grin breaking the boredom on his face, standing there to make himself easier to see*

antonio pavlatos: He blinks rapidly at seeing Damien...oh this punishment was going to be interesting. He gives a weak smile to Jez as he comes up beside the couch, then drops to his knees beside it without a word.

Aerin Thomas: A quick look around the club as he steps in, sighing and shaking his head with a chuckle. Yeah, he's GOT to be freaked by now. He scans around, noting Jez, Damien and Antonio, and finally Ethan. He smiles warmly in Ethan's direction and approaches him.

ethan anderson: "Maybe I should wait outside," he murmurs, turning towards the door.

antonio pavlatos: (seeing Jez I meant, sorry)

ethan anderson: "Aerin!" The relief and adoration on the young man's face is palpable.

Damien Thiereaoux: (not on a couch, he was walking towards the beds, but heck*G* fudge it him paused before a bed*chuckles*) *touched on the arm, he looks, blinks, and blinks again, nodding slowly*....jez......*unsure really how to react by the careful look on his face, a gesture towards tony asking him closer now that hes seen before he takes the bed/couch beside him*

antonio pavlatos: He literally crawls to Damien, not rising up, and not speaking, head bowed.

antonio pavlatos: (couch, bed, whichever :)

Jez: His eyes lower and he takes a step back from Damien. Maybe this isn't going to work. He wets his lips, uncertainty in his eyes.

Lurkette: (open?)

Aerin Thomas: He smiles and reaches out to give Ethan a hug. "Hey, you. How are you?" He looks a little more tired then usual...hey, give the man a break, he's literally been on Death's Door twice in the last week. But his expression toward Ethan is nothing but warmth as he pulls the young man into the hug.

Damien Thiereaoux: *a look up to jez as tony crawls towards him, knowing he'll be there soon enough, speaking quietly*Jez:.....whats wrong?

ethan anderson: "Now that you're here, yeah. Is...I mean is this o-okay?" He tips his head back so he can meet Aerin's eyes, his own wide and bright above flushed, sun-bronzed cheeks.

Damien Thiereaoux: *tony nearby at his feet now, hes only semi reclined on his elbows, feet and legs over the side.....one hand reaches forward to gently settle on top of his head, fingers giving a gentle stroke through the hair before settling there again, eyes still on jez* you mean am I too busy to talk?

Jez: He swallows. Damien is making this extra difficult, and he supposes he deserves it. "No. Because of Dante."

antonio pavlatos: A soft sigh from him, but he doesn't speak, just sits quietly.

Damien Thiereaoux: Im not the one that set the rules with while dante is heyah jez.........Im not much on setting rules or rules period, usually........Id ask what y'all want tdo or say or whatevah but.....he seems tbe the one in charge with y'all, so...I don rightly know what to say....

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, this is okay." He nods a little bit, smiling to the young man. "Long as you're fine, I'm okay."

ethan anderson: "Teach me," he asks softly, rising up to nuzzle Aerin's chin with his lips. "Please?"

antonio pavlatos: He moves suddenly, rising up fluidly, even though he winces slightly, and curls up on he bed next to Damien, his head settling on the other man's thigh, still not speaking.

Jez: "He's not in charge of me." He sits beside Damien, eyes flickering over Tony curiously, then looking back to Damien. "But we've gone exclusive. If you're okay with that, well...I'd like to hang out with you anyway, if that's alright. Be nice to have someone to go clubbing with."

Ziahl: Slips into the club, winking at the bouncer.

Ziahl: The light caught her features just so, and for a moment, there was no denying you were in the presence of something inexplicable: the archetype Nubian queen in NY. It was ludicrous of course. Material for a B comedy with Eddy Murphy as the sidekick. Still the mahogany skin looked like mocha cream silk, and those amber eyes, golden when the light touched them at just the right angle. Maybe you just imagined it. Her nose is straight and wide, a strong feature that somehow manages to fit nicely above full, thick lips which could only have been crafted by cupid. Her cheek bones are sculpted high above a strong jaw. Nobility has replaced delicacy in her features, and something about her simply breathes of strength and passion. (pic in gallery, last page)

Aerin Thomas: He blinks at that, and looks down to Ethan. Suprise registered on his face, and he looks up and around, a bit uncertainly. He's never exactly been a dominant person himself. Well...that's not true. There was a time, but...he looks back at Ethan, considering.

Jez: d10: per alert: 6,5,3,9,3,3,6,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 7,8,7,6,2,3,

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 5,7,3,6,9,2,

ethan anderson: "Just for fun, right? Just for us, for here...Something to do. Please," he begs, sliding his hands around to hook his thumbs in the top of the man's pants, fingertips caressing his backside. "Please?"

Jez: He notices Ziahl, of course. She stands out in any crowd. And Aerin and...what was his name? E----Ethan! Jez has an excellent memory for names.

Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 4,5,5,2,4,6,

Aerin Thomas: The movement at the door, at the edge of his vision, causes him to glance over, and he blinks at seeing Ziahl. Tension comes into his frame...wary, but not overly so. He watches her for a moment as she steps in, appraising her with a look decidedly dissimilar to the typical appraising look people give in the Limelight.

Ziahl: Sees a flash of someone familiar through the crowd, but doesn't make out who, as she's jostled.

antonio pavlatos: He doesn't notice Ziahl's appearance, head down on Damien's lap, face hidden by all that long thick hair.

ethan anderson: Aerin looks away and Ethan pouts slightly and slides towards his knees, his hands sliding down the back of the other's thighs in a slow caress as his cheek comes to rest against the man's hip.

antonio pavlatos: (on his thigh, not lap - duh)

Ziahl: She sets a hand on someone's shoulder, steadying them, then works her way towards the dance floor. Maybe some of her friends will show up tonight.

Damien Thiereaoux: y'choose what y'want in y'alls life, chere....wont.....pretend that I aint dissappointed bit that y'sclusive with him......*sighing softly* but....could try bein friends...jes friends, clubbin an such, ifn y'want..*shrugging, noticing the wince out the corner of his eye, th shades lift showing off those amazing eyes and he looks closer to tony, hand curling around something but eyes looking to tonys face curiously peering closer*

Damien Thiereaoux: (ok, peers before teh face is hidden mebbe?*G*)

Aerin Thomas: Well, THAT certainly got his attention away from Ziahl. He looks down at Ethan, blinking, watching him lower himself to the ground. A bit of a smile graces his face, and he shakes his head, chuckling a bit. "Come on. We're going to go find a place to sit."

Ziahl: She pauses on the edge of the dance floor, amber eyes taking in the motion and movement of bodies. She listens closely to the music. This type of dancing is still new to her.

Jez: "Yeah, we had some real fun. But I like you...you're a lot of fun just to hang with, too." He shrugs. "And enough maudlin talk, I'm thirsty."

antonio pavlatos: (It isn't hidden to Damien, it's turned upwards to him, but to the rest the hair would mainly cover it up)

ethan anderson: He grins and nips Aerin's leg, nose wrinkling at the taste of the leather on his tongue. He stands and settles in at Aerin's side, not touching now unless the other initiates it...Careful. Uncertain.

Jez: He waves over someone and orders a ginger ale.

Ziahl: d10: dance: 1,9,1,8,4,1,7,

antonio pavlatos: (*Thwaps Jez* See, told ya not to use up all the good dice, you dice whore!)

Jez: ((Ohhh, Ziahl...it's like hopes that got dashed...))

Ziahl: She steps into the dance just as the music changes and a major Mosh starts, people jumping and pushing suddenly, and she falls flat on her ass.

Damien Thiereaoux: *chuckling, low and deep, almost a rumble in his chest as he hears jez, holding teh bottle over to him* heyah.....pour me s'more an Ill share...*the glass held out if jez takes the bottle, and kept held out as he looks to tony, head tilting curiously as he notices whats in his other hand, raising a brow* whats this bout then? what y'needed t'talk bout chere?

Ziahl: ((That was just.. baaaad. *L*))

Aerin Thomas: He heads along, eyes scanning for a free place to sit. He glances over, noting Jez and Damien again, as well as Tony...Ziahl gets another glance. Not the best dancer in the world, that's for sure. He looks back to Ethan, watching him follow as he makes his way to the bar, and orders a scotch for himself, a rum and Coke for Ethan.

Jez: He takes the bottle and pours Damien a drink, but hands him back the bottle. "Don't drink booze," he laughs.

antonio pavlatos: He raises his head enough to look up at Damien, although he is careful to keep his eyes lowered, that thigh hair sliding over Damien's legs as he moves. "It is my... punishment, Sir, 'n.... your reward. I am to serve you, as you wish... tonight, the Mtolo has ordered it."

Jez: He smiles languidly and gives Aerin and Ethan a lazy wave from the area of the daybeds.

antonio pavlatos: (thigh hair=thick hair *Goes for the fluent typo dictionary again and leaves it nearby for all to use)

Ziahl: She struggles to her feet, almost getting knocked down again. It's like the dancers all went mad suddenly!

ethan anderson: Ethan follows smoothly, not gracefully per say but he moves nicely in his compact frame. His eyes do stray from Aerin now and again; he sees and recognizes Damien and Jez and lifts a hand, briefly, before tucking his fingers into the back of Aerin's pants to keep from getting separated. Once at the bar, he settles in at the other's side and sips cautiously at his drink.

Jez: The smile twitches, almost faltering, as he looks over at Tony, astonished at what he said to Damien, then intrigued. It's like a glimpse at a world of which Jez has only played at the fringes.

Ziahl: She retreats from the dance floor in confusion.

Aerin Thomas: ((I was gonna say...thigh hair? That's one flexible man! *G*)) He nods to Jez, smiling at him, and looks over to Ethan as he takes a sip from his drink. He leans over, murmuring to him.

Damien Thiereaoux: bah*snorting to jez* aint no fun..*thpthting jez with a half smirk before listening to tony.....listening carefully, then nodding* I see....*fingers sliding into the hair, slowly, moving close to the scalp, givng the slightest tease of a tug before easing back out and smoothing the hair over again, curling the leash in it connected to tony around his hand slowly*

antonio pavlatos: (Shush you! rofl)

Aerin Thomas -> ethan anderson: "So...how deep into this do you want to go tonight? I'll admit, I've never formally been a part of this world...strictly amateur, and barely at that."

antonio pavlatos: A soft sigh at the tug, eyes flickering closed.

ethan anderson: The blush grows as he bites his lips, looking around slowly, taking it all in before he leans up to murmur in Aerin's ear.

Ziahl: Maybe she'll go curl up on one of the beds. She starts making her way towards the back.

ethan anderson -> Aerin Thomas: "As deep as you want to take me."

Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 7,7,4,10,6,2,

Jez: "I can still be *fun*," he retorts, "Just not naked fun." His eyes trail over the leash, almost coveting it. It's so...cool, he thinks, not versed enough in the culture to take it with the same seriousness that its participants do.

Ziahl: Finally spies some people she knows and waves.

Jez: He smiles and lazily waves back to Ziahl. As long as she doesn't try touching him again, he's all ease and friendliness.

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to ethan and whoever that ws with him....been a while since hed last seen ethan......eyes trailing him for a moment, then looking back to jez* kick back an relax already.....non drinkin man...an......membah next time......wine aint booze.....s'like aged whiskey an such....refined drink.....*the bottle handed absently over to tony as if letting him deal with it, not even looking to him before taking a sip of his glass, then lowering the glass towards tonys lips offering to him*

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little...good answer. He chews on his lower lip, thinking. A hand comes to rest on the small of Ethan's back, rubbing there a little, before he murmurs back.

Ziahl: ((Is he wearing velvet? *L*))

Jez: He smiles as he gets his ginger ale, winking to Damien. "I'll remember that."

ethan anderson: He sighs softly, eyes closing happily at that light touch. Time with Aerin was rare and therefore coveted more then almost anything. He tips his head, offering the ringed shell of his ear.

Jez: ((*G* silk shirt, silk pants, leather coat)) ~slips out of his trenchcoat, just sitting on it now~

Ziahl: She prowls on over. "Hello Jez." Seems she's been working on her accent. She's sounding more like a New Yorker every day.

antonio pavlatos: He takes the bottle then sips gingerly at the glass offered to him, sneaking a quick peek up at Damien's face.

Aerin Thomas -> ethan anderson: "All right. Well, let's just take it simple at first. You've got the right instincts...no touching, unless I allow it or initiate it. You do what I say, when I say it. And...honestly, we'll just start there. Okay?"

ethan anderson: He bites his lips, eyes opening and nods. "Yes, Sir." That part, at least, shouldn't be too hard.

Jez: "Hello, Ziahl. Your accent is getting better."

Damien Thiereaoux: *looking back down to tony after nodding to ziahl in greeting, he leans down and murmurs softly in tonys ear*

Jez: d10: listen: 3,5,7,5,7,2,3,

Jez: Can't quite hear what Damien says, too noisy.

Ziahl: "Thank you," she says, smiling sweetly. A nod to the others she knows, until her eyes settle on Aerin, and stay there a good long moment.

antonio pavlatos: He does turn his head briefly to look over at Ziahl, but all he does is give the slightest nod at her, keeping his attention on Damien. All he needs is more punishent right now...

antonio pavlatos: He leans close enough to Damien to whisper very softly back to him.

Jez: d10: hear tony?: 4,1,7,8,9,1,4,

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Ethan. "Good." His eyes scan around the club a moment, sipping his drink. "Come this way." He finishes the drink with a last swallow and moves toward the dance floor, keeping his hand on Ethan's back, guiding him along.

Jez: He's trying *so* hard to catch the whispers, but the damn music is too loud.

ethan anderson: He moves as Aerin indicates, his steps light, his hands curled into loose, nervous fists at his sides.

Ziahl: She forgets the others for a moment, tracking Aerin and Ethan with her eyes.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 9,3,3,9,6,1,

ethan anderson: d10: per alert: 5,6,4,1,2,1,

Aerin Thomas: He pauses for just a moment, eyes locking on Ziahl as she watches him. He tilts his head questioningly, and he alters his course, guiding Ethan along with him. "Detour," he says quietly to the young man as he heads toward Ziahl. "Business first."

ethan anderson: Ethan is so focused on the feeling of Aerin's hand on his back and the look of his boots that he doesn't see the groping couple until he's hip checked them and stumbled back against Aerin.

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to tony, he flicks a smirking wink towards jez, nudging him with the toe of his boot, to him what should be a familiar OOOOH so evil grin crossing his lips as he chuckles softly, murmuring to tony again*

Ziahl: Blinks, then tenses when he heads in her direction, although she doesn't retreat.

Jez: He narrows his eyes to Damien, a wicked smile on his lips. "Whaaaaat?"

Aerin Thomas: He walks right up to Ziahl, stopping a few feet in front of her and nodding to her, expression calm. "Hello. How are you?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Ethan as he stumbles, his hand tightening around him to stablize him. "Ethan," he says calmly. "Be careful of where you're going. It's a crowded place."

ethan anderson: Ethan fall still beside Aerin, his eyes down, braid spilling across one broad shoulder.

Ziahl: She doesn't budge. He saw her and didn't panic. This means he's either friend or food. "Better than I was."

ethan anderson: (He falls still after a mumbled, "Yes, Sir."))

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little bit. "Thank you for that. I appreciate it...you very well may have saved my life."

Ziahl: "I expect you probably didn't need much help, hmm?"

Damien Thiereaoux: *finger moving along tonys jaw, closely murmuring, he nips his neck then leans back up, looking at him for a moment then looking to jez, smiling too sweetly* not a damn thing darlin...*chuckling again*

Aerin Thomas: "Caught off-guard as I was...yes, I'd say at the time, I did. Typically, no I wouldn't." He pets his hand along Ethan's back lightly as he talks to Ziahl. The other hand extends to Ziahl. "I'm Aerin, and this is Ethan."

Jez: He smirks and bumps his shoulder into Damien's. "I can still tease you, you know. You want me to be cruel?"

antonio pavlatos: After they finish speaking, his eyes flutter open, his chest showing how his breathing has increased, and in a graceful motion he skitters backward and to his feet, off the bed, having to stop as the leash is tugged tightly against his neck, most of it wrapped around damien's hand.

ethan anderson: Shivering slightly, he lifts his head and slowly raises his eyes to Ziahl before nodding politely.

Ziahl: "Ziahl," she says accepting the hand and shaking it before offering her hand to Ethan next.

Jez: He watches Tony curiously.

ethan anderson: He glances uncertainly to Aerin and then back to Ziahl before shaking her hand.

Aerin Thomas: He shakes Ziahl's hand, a frim, warm grip, then releases, nodding to Ethan. Silent permission to shake the offered hand.

Damien Thiereaoux: *slowly the leash is loosened in his hand, allowing tony enouh room to move*

antonio pavlatos: He closes his eyes, letting the sultry beat of the music going slip into his mind and relax his body, ready him for the dance.

antonio pavlatos: d10: Come on,he&#;s good...: 7,7,8,8,5,3,7,

Ziahl: "I trust, since you benefitted from my actions, that your discretion can be expected?"

Jez: ((images of Jabba the Hut with the dancing girl on a chain...))

Jez: His lips part, an intake of breath, honey-brown eyes watching Tony intently.

antonio pavlatos: His hips start a slight swaying motion that cause him to wince only briefly before he seems to forget himself and get caught up in the music. He glides to Jez, swaying his hips provacatively, opening up the vest he is wearing slowly, then letting a section of it slide off his shoulder and hang at his side, his eyes moving up to look at Jez with a hunger in them. From the moment he starts dancing it seems the shy boy slips into someone else.

Aerin Thomas: "I am typically quite good at discretion, yes." He nods. "However, I must say...there was another of the family there who saw you. The woman who was with me, who pulled me to safety. Thus, as it would have been revealed to my people anyway...I did inform a single person about the situation, as is my duty."

Jez: He suddenly grips Damien's thigh with a hard squeeze, nails biting in so that Jez can keep control of himself, watching Tony.

ethan anderson: Ethan's eyes flick back towards Jez, Damien and Tony and his breath catches, blue eyes going wide. Now THAT was something he'd never quite imagined seeing somewhere other then his television screen.

Ziahl: She does not look pleased. Her eyes flicker to Ethan and back to Aerin. "We should speak privately."

Damien Thiereaoux: *sucking in a breath feeling hte hard squeeze of nails, letting it out in a rumbling almost purr, eyes closing for just a moment before looking to jez, half smirking, then looking to tony, watching*

antonio pavlatos: He leans closer to Jez, almost bending double, good coordination the boy has, and drops his hair to let it slide from his grown to his chest, unbuttoning the top few buttons his shirt, letting him peek at the nipple ring before going back to swaying and working on getting the other half of that vest off. It finally falls right at Jez's feet.

Jez: "You are cruel," he mutters to Damien without taking his eyes off Tony.

Aerin Thomas: He shakes his head, eyes on Ziahl. "No need. Ethan is family, and is mine. Anything said to me can be said to him." A shrug. "However, if you wish somewhere more private to talk, we can move elsewhere in here."

ethan anderson: Licking his lips he glances at Ziahl, before lowering his eyes to the floor again, hand dropping to adjust the fit of those oh-so-tight jeans.

Aerin Thomas: He looks over, following Ethan's gaze to the trio over there. He smirks a little bit, shaking his head, then looks back to Ziahl.

antonio pavlatos: Those hungry, enormous chocolate eyes seem to devour Jez as he lets his hand slowly move to the music and his swaying hips, first over his now almost bare chest, catching for amoment in the nipple ring to tug at it, then lowers, running it over his body while keeping his eyes on Jez. His lips pouty, wanting, needing...

Ziahl: She gives Ethan a long serious look, before she nods to Aerin. Clearly she's not pleased to another along.

Damien Thiereaoux: *the cruel comment from jez just gets more of a chuckle, looking pleased for it actually* yeeeeah an you love it damnit....don' be denyin chere......an far as retaliation....by all means...yknow I ain' one t'say stop.....ifn I don' want to...

Jez: He grips Damien tighter, eyes riveted. Oh, please Thunder, forgive the thoughts in his head.

Jez: d10: str + one: 8,4,4,

Jez: ((soak it, Damien *EG*))

Jez: ((He's using fingernails that are rather sharp.))

Aerin Thomas: He nods and gestures with his hand to a neglected corner of the room. "Shall we?" The question, of course, directed at Ziahl, not Ethan. His accompanyment is not in question.

Ziahl: She moves off to the corner, her usual pleasant demeanor muted.

ethan anderson: Ethan, of course, goes where Aerin leads, paying much more attention this time, to how he places his feet.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: soakage: 8,10,5,

antonio pavlatos: He unbuttons the shirt further, and let's his hands slide down to partially undo the top lacings on his pants, but not more than to drop them to reveal his belly button and a little patch of hair there. He moves a knee up on the bed, then another, but the other goes over Jez's lap so that he can straddle him, his head dropping to nuzzle the other man all the way from above his belt to his neck, hips still swaying to the music, only now those hips and buttocks are sitting in Jez's lap.

Jez: ((*L* No damage, but it hurts. *S*))

Ziahl: Settles into a chair. "I'm going to guess that your people are those of Central Park?" Seeing how they are the most common.

Jez: Uh-oh! His eyes widen in alarm. Must...resist... "I can't," he breathes, looking to Damien.

Damien Thiereaoux: *grunting feeling those nails, jaw setting, he closes his eyes for just a moment, then CAREFULLY sets his glass of wine down, and holds a hand over jezs on his leg, the other hand slowly curling the leash closer* thas nuff now tony.......

Aerin Thomas: He sits down in a chair across from Ziahl, without another piece of furniture next to him. "Sit down, Ethan." He looks from Ethan to Ziahl. "Actually, no. I work with them, and that is who I informed, as it is most relevant to them. But I come from Finger Lakes. I am a representative from there to here."

ethan anderson: Ethan slides to his knees beside Aerin and rests his hands on the tops of his thighs.

Dante Lacostos: Dante stalks into the club after paying the cover, his hair pulled starkly back from his face. His chocolate eyes are lined, very lightly, in black kohl and he's taken no steps to hide the scars marring his right cheek. His body is lean and lithe,slim muscle beneath shining, olive skin. His hair is a warm, sable, so dark a brown that it appears almost black. His eyes are expressive, deep pools of chocolate, a smouldering lust and hatred burning deep in their depths. He was once exquisite, before pain and anger hardened his face, burning their mark into his skin in the form of long healed scars. Three of them run raggedly from his right temple and down his face to just beneath his chin, spaced as though someone had raked nails deep and hard down his flesh. He's dressed head to toe in black. Black shirt tucked into black slacks with a black tie, belt and shoes, the only flash of color is the deep purple amythest of the tie tack. In one slim hand he carries a small box, wrapped in elegant black paper and a black rose, its stem wrapped in black ribbon.

antonio pavlatos: By this time as he is nuzzling the leash is stretched amost to the choking point, but it doesn't seem to be causing him enough pain for him to pull back.

Ziahl: "You informed them even though you are not of their people?"

Jez: Gradually loosens his grip on Damien's leg, taking his hand back and pushing Tony away gently. "Please...enough," he says quietly.

antonio pavlatos: And like a light switch has been switched, he freezes, only his heavier breathing showing he was doing anything at all. He doesn't do up his clothing, but draws himself of Jez, grabs his vest and moves back to kneel at Damien's feet.

Damien Thiereaoux: tony, stop, NOW*low and succinct, a sharp tug to the leash, enough to grab attention to teh order*

Jez: d10: per alert: 3,7,8,9,3,3,2,

Dante Lacostos: d10: Per alert: 6,10,6,4,8,1,2,

Aerin Thomas: He blinks. "Sorry...I misheard." Damn club music. "I am of their people. I am not directly affiliated with Central Park."

Dante Lacostos: Dante scans the club slowly as he begins moving about its perimeter, lips curling as he spies Jez...and Damien.

antonio pavlatos: (Sorry, was slow in posting, he would have stopped at Damien's first command)

Jez: And just in time. He smirks at Damien. "You are fucking *evil*," he murmurs. "No wonder I like you so much." And he uncoils to his feet, looking to Dante.

Damien Thiereaoux: (place that before tonys?*G*) *breathing once the leg is let go of, his hand moves from jezs, easing off on the pressure on the leash, not telling tony to dress just yet*

ethan anderson: He leans, slightly, into Aerin's chair, but doesn't touch the other, his eyes drop towards the floor just after he settles his braid behind his shoulder.

Ziahl: "And what was their response?" She's frustrated, she can feel her rage closer to the heart than she prefers.

Damien Thiereaoux: (*Nods*)

Dante Lacostos: His continues to move almost lazily towards Jez, not hurrying. They had all the time in the world, after all.

antonio pavlatos: (But the tug would have had him moving off Jez a little faster no doubt lol) He sits where he is, shirt open, leather vest in his lap, top lacings on his pants undone.

Jez: He wends his way through the crowd, his eyes on Dante alone, a smile on his pouting lips.

Dante Lacostos: "Hello, love," he says, pitching his voice to be heard as he nears Jez.

Damien Thiereaoux: I try......did you enjoy the dance?*looking to tony as he asks, directing it towards him,, he knows jez did, thats left unasked....fingers sinking into the hair to carefully tug with a bit of pressure to draw him back up onto the daybed*

Aerin Thomas: He raises an eyebrow. "Their response was, much like mine. That they are quite grateful that you acted to save one of their people, specifically me; and that it was very careless to be so blatent within a very public place." He pauses. "I must admit, I know little of your people, and did not know quite how to react. But the events hit the local newspapers, and as I said, someone else was going to report it anyway. So I did."

Jez: He grins, sliding his arms around Dante's neck. "I can't believe you came here," he says in his ear, "but I'm glad you did."

ethan anderson: He frowns slightly, tongue moving across his bottom lip at Aerin's words. Seems the other has had a busy week.

Ziahl: Lowers her eyes, perhaps a hint of shame there. "I should not. It was... the first time."

Dante Lacostos: He chuckles and slips one arm around Jez's waist before offering him the box and long stemmed black rose. "You're mine. You belong at my side, which means, now and then, that I should bend to your...needs."

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little. "It happens. I've done it before, elsewhere. Live and learn." A pause, his hand moving to slide over Ethan's shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay. I hoped my healing would enable you to escape."

antonio pavlatos: He moans very softly, but if it is pain or pleasure it is hard to tell, he curls up again, legs under him, resting his head on Damien's thigh. "I... I love to dance, Master, always."

ethan anderson: He sighs as Aerin's hand slides across his shoulder and melts towards him hopefully, cheek coming to rest on the man's knee.

Jez: His eyes widen and he grins as he takes the rose and the box, more curiously then. "What is it?" Opening it there, in the middle of the club.

Ziahl: Her eyes flash back to him. "You...?" He was gone when she came around. There was only the bleeding woman.

Dante Lacostos: "A sign of my commitment."

Jez: There is total silence from him, just stunned. Before Dante can become *too* worried, he reaches up a free hand to open up his spiked leather collar, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. "Put it on me," he says huskily.

Aerin Thomas: "I did." He nods, his hand rising up to pet over Ethan's hair. "Erin, the woman who pulled me away, was taking me out...before I left, I used the Goddess's help to help you." He frowns, almost apologetic. "I would have done more, but I was near death myself, due to the woman. Erin took me to be fixed up."

Damien Thiereaoux: *murmuring with a slight purr* then show me how you would wish to dance f'me.....well...far as y'can heyah........*fingers smoothing through the hair gently again before letting go, easing up on the leash again* show me how much y'enjoy it...

Dante Lacostos: Smiling, he lifts the gold chain and carefully slips one end from the open lock. Staring into Jez's eyes he settles the slim gold links against his throat and closes the tiny, heart shaped lock with a soft click. He then reaches into the box and picks up the two tiny keys on their little chain and tucks them into his pocket before taking the gold band and sliding it onto the ring finger of his right hand.

ethan anderson: Ethan utters a soft, pleased sound at the petting, his eyes closing, pale lashes bright against his tanned cheeks.

Ziahl: "It was enough. I thank you."

antonio pavlatos: His head nuzzles his thigh, then a bit over before he rises fluidly, leaving his vest on the bed.

Jez: He smiles warmly, eyes almost seeming to glow as he moves into Dante's arms, whispering to him.

Dante Lacostos: Dante wraps his arms around Jez, drawing him in as he listens.

Aerin Thomas: "You're welcome." He smiles at Ziahl a little, relaxing slightly. His thumb brushes along Ethan's cheek as the hand smoothes over the young man's blond hair. "I am sorry if my informing the Warder at Central Park is a difficulty for you...her name is Yolanda. You can speak with her about it...ask for discretion, I'm sure. She's very reasonable."

ethan anderson: He turns his head to nip and then suckle softly on Aerin's thumb, moving his tongue over the digit as he pulls back just a touch.

Jez: "Will you please join us?" he asks hopefully. "I know...how you feel, but will you give him a chance? He is a friend, and I promise you, that is all."

Dante Lacostos: "Of course." He nods and brushes his lips softly against Jez's. "And dearheart, if you want him...I understand. You give me Jim...I can do no less for you."

Ziahl: "I'm sure if they intended to hunt me, it would be obvious by now."

antonio pavlatos: Thinking Damien means private lap dance like with Jez, and not one on the floor, he gives him just that, starting out much the same as he had with Jez, only now he has only his shirt to let side from one shoulder to the other, then to the floor, revealing a rather large amount of designs with body paint running up the side of his boy and down into his pants. He lets a finger slide inside his pants to uno another lacing, and the pants slip dangerously low as he makes eye contact with Damien, showing hunger, but also a slight fear that is overriden by desire.

Damien Thiereaoux: *the shades removed, leash alternated between hands as he takes off the gloves and sets them aside, emerald feline green eyes flash watching tony as he moves*

Jez: He smiles, nuzzling his neck as he wraps his arms around one of Dante's arms to walk with him. "He could never compare to you."

Aerin Thomas: He looks down at Ethan, frowning a little bit. "Ethan. Did I give you permission for that?"

Dante Lacostos: He chuckles. "Good to know," he says, stroking the side of Jez's face as they move back towards Damien and Tony.

Jez: "And we have an interesting show to watch," he says dryly as he and Dante near the daybeds.

ethan anderson: His breath catches and he drops his eyes, shaking his head. "No, Sir. I'm sorry..."

Dante Lacostos: "I see that," he retorts, voice going slightly husky.

Ziahl: Here eyes fall to Ethan as well.

Aerin Thomas: He nods a little, his hand drawing away from Ethan, and he looks back to the woman in front of him. "I'm sure they wouldn't hunt you, Ziahl. Those days are long over. They may wish to speak to you, though, and could probably use your help, if you're willing to offer it. If you want, I can set up a meeting with Yolanda."

ethan anderson: Ethan straightens slowly, the flush rising to his cheeks again - this was proving a harder game then he'd imagined.

Ziahl: "That would be acceptable."

Dante Lacostos: "Interesting," he says musingly, his eyes on Tony and Damien. He dips his head, whispering into the shell of Jez's ear.

antonio pavlatos: He lets himself do a twirl when the music speeds up for a moment, dropping to his kneels to bury his head in Damien's lap, nuzzle for a brief moment, then do a push up back to his feet. The next moment he is in his lap, his head dropped to his groin, then sliding up his body, his hips grinding against him.

Aerin Thomas: "Excellent." He nods. "I'll arrange it. How can I contact you?"

Aerin Thomas: Ethan and his movement is not acknowledged for the moment, the man's eyes completely on Ziahl.

Dante Lacostos: His eyes roll at something and he slips away from Jez to settle on the bed beside Damien, legs crossing as he turns his eyes back to his partner, smirking.

Ziahl: "I don't know." *blinks*

ethan anderson: He almost...almost glances up at Ziahl's words, stopping himself at the last moment and biting his lip.

Ziahl: "Sometimes I'm in the park... I don't have a phone or really live in any one place."

Damien Thiereaoux: *his eyes are all tony, not expecting jez to come back let alone with dante, besides.....with whats being done (to)for him right there.... why would he want to look elsewhere? unable to help a little movemet himself to the music as he feels it, almost hot hands sliding up tonys sides, those nails come to use again, staying still and to tonys flesh as he lets the other man slide upwards and do the work for him, enough pressure to leave marks for a little while until they fade*

Jez: He lowers his lashes, slinking over to Dante and sinking to his knees at his feet. About half as graceful as Tony, not having that fluid movement down.

antonio pavlatos: As the music comes to an end, heavy guitar solo, he arches his back, his hair speading out around them both, he presses his lower body to Damien's and does one more grind.

Aerin Thomas: "I have a phone." He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small card and pen, writing his number down and handing it over. "You can reach me there. Call me in a couple of days, and I'll have an answer for you."

Dante Lacostos: He smiles softly and reaches down to brush his thumb along Jez's lower lip, his eyes all for the young man kneeling at his feet.

antonio pavlatos: He groans at the nails, pushing himself closer to them, letting them dig in harder.

Ziahl: She takes the number and reads it. "All right. Thank you, Aerin."

antonio pavlatos: His breathing is ragged, and he shudders, seeming to be having a slightly hard time at the moment and he has to wiggle lightly in Damien's lap to try to get some type of comfort.

Jez: He smiles adoringly up at Dante. It's really quite sickening.

Damien Thiereaoux: *the pushing closer to the nails gets a raised brow, the leash tugged enough to get attention, no more, after the dance ends, dami leans up and forward,drawing him closer, face closing to tonys as he rumbles deeply* did I say you were allowed to do that?

Aerin Thomas: "Any time, Ziahl." He nods to the woman, and then smiles. "At any rate...thank you again. Now, enough with business. Where are you from?"

Aerin Thomas: ((D'oh...I think we just lost about 28% of the members of this room to a Net boot. :P))

antonio pavlatos: He tenses then, eyes flickering shut. "No, Sir, I...I forget myself, Sir. Please forgive me."

Ziahl: She looks at him then Ethan, then him again. "I don't really know. Most of my life has been spent in New York."

antonio pavlatos: (Wonderful. *Puts on helmet and waits for the drop*)

Aerin Thomas: ((There it was.))

Aerin Thomas: "Ahh, I see. How long is that?"

Ziahl: "Roughly, ten years."

Damien Thiereaoux: (*crawls back from it**G*) *one hand dissappearing for a moment between them, his eyes look to tonys after he murmurs firmly to look at him*...cover this...*arm moving slightly* and tell me of these......if you can.....

Jez: ((bleh))

Jez: ~apparently went off to a private room~

Jez: ((Now who to bring in? *G*))

Aerin Thomas: He nods. "How do you like it?"

Aerin Thomas: Ethan is patently ignored at his feet, for his mistake.

Ziahl: "I like it very much." Smiling brightly. "So many people, everyone different. It's a wonderful place."

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little. "Yeah...it's a city like no other, that's for sure." And he would know.

Ziahl: "I have been to no other."

Damien Thiereaoux: *the leash is released, given leeway, slowly but surely once more, eyes on tony under that veil of hair*

Aerin Thomas: "You should visit somewhere else sometime," he says with a bit of a grin. "Somewhere like...Helena, Montana. That'll give you some perspective on what a diferent world New York is."

Ziahl: "I... would not even know what direction to go."

Ziahl: "But we will talk again, yes?" Rising.

Ziahl -> Aerin Thomas: ((Player needs to sleep. *s*))

Damien Thiereaoux: *his hand stays hidden where it is, and he speaks in a low murmur* talk to me, chere...y'said y'saw me dance 'fore......tell me bout it....

Aerin Thomas -> Ziahl: ((NP. *S*))

Aerin Thomas: "We will." He rises as well, nodding to her and extending a hand. "Good to see you again, Ziahl. I'll talk to you soon."

Ziahl: She takes his hand, squeezing it firmly. "Walk in the light." A nod for Ethan and then she slips away.

Ziahl: ((Thanks for the scene, good night!))

antonio pavlatos: His tone is strained, very soft, eyes half fluttered close, though his face can only be seen partially by Damien. "In 'Orleans, you were so damned good, good enough to make the straightest guy there stand up and... pay attention. I ain't half that good." His words strike true, he never thinks he is really that good, or that pretty.

antonio pavlatos: (Night *Hugs*)

Aerin Thomas: He watches Ziahl leave, and then has Ethan stand, heading off with the young man himself. A last look to Damien and Antonio before he heads out, and a brief nod.

Damien Thiereaoux: don' rightly know ifn Id go that far, but Ill letcha...*chuckling softly, nosing in against his jaw* damn good y'self....nuff t'make my jaded ol ass stand up an pay 'ttention....

Damien Thiereaoux: (*hugs*)

Aerin Thomas: And out the door he goes, Ethan right behind. ((Thanks for the scene, guys.))

Damien Thiereaoux: (thank you!*G*)

antonio pavlatos: (Night, thanks)

Damien Thiereaoux: privacy then....*clearing his throat carefully, he nods slowly* jes incase....cmon now....*hand sliding slowly from between them*

Jez: He exits the private rooms, rather disheveled, returning to their table. "Still being naughty?" he says with a smirk.

antonio pavlatos: A quick movement of his hand, and even though his shirt and vest are off, his pants are at least mostly laced back up, just sloughing a little in front to show his belly button.

antonio pavlatos: His head turns toward Jez for just a moment, face flustered, eyes glightly glazed but not with drugs, with desire.

Jez: He smirks more seeing Tony. "Ooh, my. Damien's been turning on the infamous charm, I see." He settles down on the daybed, slinking up close to Damien and murmuring to him.

Damien Thiereaoux: what else am I if not m'self, eh?*sloooowly sliding eyes to jez, a rather lustful look in those amazing eyes*

Damien Thiereaoux: *whatever jez says gets a few blinks, a look of distinct surprise...not something that comes across damiens face usually.....but it slides easily into a QUITE pleased grin....the cat that got the canary if you will* Im honored....truly.....an thats a yeah....

antonio pavlatos: Tony has curled up again at Damien's side, holding his clothes in his lap, and trying his damnest not to wiggle.

Jez: "Perfect," he murmurs, a look of sensual contentment, his eyes drifting over Tony.

antonio pavlatos: He is peeking out from under that hair and wiggles even more when Jez looks at him, breath ragged as he continues trying to find some comfortable position.

Jez: "I think he needs some serious attention," he murmurs to Damien, fingertips trailing over Tony but just above him, not actually touching. Almost like tantric touching.

Alexander Donovan: T-shirt and jeans, t-shirt and jeans. All he wears are t-shirts and jeans. Of course, as cold as it is. Well, the t-shirt does show off his chest nicely. He can't have walked far in the cold, since only the t-shirt and his long hair are covering his upper body with no jacket to be found.

Damien Thiereaoux: ah ah...*the free hand not holding the leash moves to jez, openly groping him, cupped in his hands* Ive got 'business' t'finish......less y'want t'go an ride bout on m'bike a bit or somethin an wait....

antonio pavlatos: He tries to reach up to Jez's extended hand, but the leash stops him. A soft, exasperated tone slips from his throat, almost a meowling sound.

Alexander Donovan: Alex is on his own tonight, for the most part, and dances his way through the crowd.

Jez: He smiles, relaxing...well, part of him relaxing, the rest not so much. And he leans easily into Damien. "Whatever you want."

Jez: d10: per alert: 9,6,5,6,5,3,7,

Jez: "Mmm." Raising his head to lightly nip Damien's ear. "Alex has arrived," he murmurs.

Damien Thiereaoux: or watch...*chuckling, watchig the two of them, he allows more leeway on the leash, sighing softly himself as he slides to rise up and stand*

antonio pavlatos: His eyes move quickly to Alexander, but he keeps them downcast. He was still being punished, for tonight he belonged to Damien.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 8,3,3,9,2,2,

Alexander Donovan: Alex is busy. Or at least, a few dancers are. Several are feeling him up, and he's only being polite by recipricating. Really, just polite.

Aerin Thomas: ((Was gonna bring someone else in, but couldn't find anyone! *L*)) Well, it appears that Ethan wanted to take off alone. Maybe a little too wierd after the introduction to this particular lifestyle scene. So, with little else to do, he steps back in the door, brushing something off the trench coat shoulder as he heads toward the bar for a drink.

Damien Thiereaoux: mmm.....*nodding, looking that way, he sighs softly again, letting go of jez, looking to tony*

Jez: "I'll wait for you. Don't hurry on my account." Fingers brushing down Damien's hip and leg as he stands, Jez remaining seated.

Jez: d10: per alert: 2,7,5,2,3,4,6,

Jez: He thought, for a moment, he saw Aerin again, but perhaps he is mistaken.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 7,6,10,9,10,6,

Alexander Donovan: In time, Alex makes his way through the crowd and closer to the bar.

Jez: ((good lord!))

Aerin Thomas: Aerin, however, is sure he saw Jez. And Damien. And Antonio...Alexander...and damn near everything else in the bar. Probably could tell you where every outlet is, too. He smiles and stops at the bar, getting another glass of Scotch.

antonio pavlatos: He rises when Damien does, but it is more stiffly, not as fluidly, his legs shaking.

Damien Thiereaoux: (who needs xray goggles! we've got xray aerin!*doesnt cover up damis naughty bits because why the hell would dami do that?!?*LOL*)

Jez: He is wearing red silk pants with black side lacings and a black silk poet’s shirt worn like a tunic and belted with a spiked black leather belt round his waist. His ever-present black leather trench and black leather boots laced up to his knees complete the ensemble, along with heavy black kohl lining his eyes. He always wears around his neck a thin gold choker chain collar with a small, heart-shaped golden locket, and on his right ring finger a slim gold band. ((NEW pic! http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Jez3.jpg))

Aerin Thomas -> Alexander Donovan: ((You need a DD for Aerin?))

antonio pavlatos: (okay, there goes what is left of the good rolls, I am now doomed for the next week)

Jez: He raises his arm, waving lazily in Alex's direction.

Alexander Donovan -> Aerin Thomas: Umm... Yeah. My brain is fuzzled. I know I've seen it before, but I'm drawing a blank. Need Alex's?

Aerin Thomas: He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 29 years of age, he still has a baby-face, despite the goatee he's wearing, he is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. He has a very youthful face, with bright green eyes that flash with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He's adorned in a new leather trench coat...underneath, he's wearing a purple poet's shirt, heavy cuffs, and a pair of black leather pants. Doc Martins complete the ensemble, his hair pulled tightly back into a ponytail. (PB 3)

Alexander Donovan: Alex does pick up a drink and then scans the crowd.

Alexander Donovan: d10: : 7,5,4,10,6,

Aerin Thomas -> Alexander Donovan: ((Naah, I know it. :) ))

Alexander Donovan: And picks out his favored, along with freinds. He begins to make his way through the crowd.

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Alex as he comes to the bar, nodding to him from his lean against it. Eyes pass over the man once more, appraisingly.

Damien Thiereaoux: come......*nodding to jez first at what he says, and holding the leash, he heads off with tony * find us somewhere t'go .....*looking from tony to alex and nodding if he gets chance to notice before letting tony lead the way now, a little lead on the leash but not too much*

antonio pavlatos: He throws a quick look at Alexander as he moves off with Damien.

Aerin Thomas: His eyes track Alexander as he makes his way over to...interesting. Damien, Jez, and company. He watches the approach to them, hand dipping into the trench to pull out a cigarette and place it between his lips.

Alexander Donovan: Alex flashes Aerin a big, hungry smile on the way past, just slightly coming in physical contact. Just barely enough to be felt through the jacket.

Jez: Since he is watching Alex, he sees Aerin as Alex passes him. A smile touches his lips and he gives another wave, though Alex *may* think he's waving to him yet again like an overeager beaver.

Alexander Donovan: Alex gives Tony a smile and nod, keeping on his original track toward Jez when Damien and Tony leave for whatever they plan.

Aerin Thomas: A raised eyebrow, and a little smile of amusement at Alex's brief brush. He chuckles, flicking a Zippo to life and bringing it to the end of his cigarette.

antonio pavlatos: He seems disappointed that Alexander did not even speak to him, but he is still so keyed up, and he moves off after Damien, letting himself be lead wherever Damien takes him.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at Jez, sitting alone now, and starts off in that direction. A drag is taken off the cigarette, exhaled toward the high ceiling as he makes his way toward Jez.

Jez: He doesn't bother to sit up much; he *is* on a bed after all, even it's only a daybed. It invites languid sprawling. Watching the two men come towards him, he grins, entertaining a brief fantasy of being so totally wealthy, powerful, and beautiful that all would come to him...

Alexander Donovan: Alex grabs a seat at the table with Jez. "So, has he been enjoying his reward?" Skip the preliminarys, go right to the good stuff.

Alexander Donovan: ((Or on the edge of the bed.))

Jez: "Enormously, you can take that to mean several things." A laugh. He smiles up at Aerin as he approaches. "Aerin...have you met Alexander?"

Aerin Thomas: He pauses as Alex takes a spot on the side of the bed, pretty much right behind the man. A momentary twist, slipping around Alex, to sit on the other side of the bed. "Private conversation, folks?"

Damien Thiereaoux: *reaching the doors, he opens them, allowing tony through first before slipping through himself*

Jez: Aerin: "Not in the slightest," he says easily. "I'm glad for the company." Waves over a drinks waiter, ordering another ginger ale. "Anything for either of you two gentlemen? You'll have to order alcohol yourself, I'm under 21."

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles at Jez's response. "Good. I'd hate to see a good night go to waste." Aerin "I am glad to have the pleasure of your aquaintance."

Aerin Thomas: "Hello, Alex." He nods to the man, extending a hand. "A pleasure."

Alexander Donovan: Jez: "Ah, but alcohol has so many negative effects, especially hazing of memories that are so much more fun to keep fresh." Alex shakes the hand offered him.

Jez: Between the two, he makes no move to leave his sandwiched spot. Another brief fantasy...Roman emperor, languishing on a chaise lounge, being pampered and...alright, enough. He grins.

Jez: Alex: "I wouldn't know, I never drink."

Aerin Thomas: Strong, firm confident grip. "I still have my scotch, thank you, Jez." He sits back a bed on the edge of the bed, taking a drag on his cigarette.

Alexander Donovan: Alex matches the grip. Maybe a little extra, but not much. As his hand falls away it caresses Jez.

Jez: He makes no move to pull away from Alex, fairly confident he won't take any unusual liberties. Aerin: "Did Ethan leave?"

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, I saw him off to a cab." He glances over at Alex a moment, chuckling. "You know...some people don't call hazed memories a negative side effect. For some, that's the point."

Alexander Donovan: "I prefer my memories crisp and clear. Some I may never repeat, and would like to be able to recal them for further enjoyment at a later time."

Jez: He listens to the two, sipping his non-alcoholic ginger ale.

Aerin Thomas: He shrugs. "To each their own. I'm happy with my current ones." Well, it's SOMEWHAT true. "So, Alex, what do you do?"

Alexander Donovan: "For the most part, whatever I feel like."

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles at that, leaning back to regard Alexander a moment. "Must be nice."

Alexander Donovan: ((BRB))

Jez: He smiles, shifting his position slightly, pondering how to receive more attention.

Alexander Donovan: Alex's hand drifts down Jez's arm. "Oh, it is. A nice hedonistic lifestyle is the best way to go."

Jez: He sits up, not lounging as much, regarding Aerin curiously.

Jez: A look to Alex, a smile.

Aerin Thomas: "I would imagine it's quite enjoyable." A little wistfulness, perhaps. Not much, but it's there. Maybe a touch of envy. He shrugs. "Congratulations on finding in."

Jez: Aerin: "You don't have any hedonism in your life?" Sympathetic.

Aerin Thomas: ((finding IT. Eye kan tiep, eye swair!))

Alexander Donovan: "I'm sure I'll find a few bad apples, but I can deal with those as I come across them. I must say that I'm a bit surprised at how well behaved New York is. Of course, that may only be because the scenes in Vegas and New Orleans are just that much worse."

Aerin Thomas: "No, I do. I just wouldn't say I have a hedonistic lifestyle." He grins a bit and shrugs. "My moments of hedonism are a bit few these days."

Jez: "Mmmm...pity..." he murmurs.

Alexander Donovan: "It's not for everyone. After all, if it were... someone has to support our hedonism after all." He smiles in a fashion that would indicate it to be mostly a joke.

Aerin Thomas: "Could be," he says to Alexander with a nod. Not that he knows what the scenes in Las Vegas and New Orleans are like...but it's certainly possible. He looks over at Jez and smiles a little. "Yeah, pity indeed."

Aerin Thomas: "Well, glad someone can benefit from my non-hedonistic efforts." A smile that matches Alexander's exactly in style.

Jez: "I can't be hedonistic 24/7 - it's why I dress up and go out clubbing. Relieves tension." A light chuckle. "We all need some...relief from duty."

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah...that we do." He looks around the place a moment, then back to Alex and Jez.

Alexander Donovan:: Since Jez is sitting up and turned toward Aerin ((last I saw anyway)), Alex starts rubbing his shoulders. "If you're tense, just say so."

Jez: Aerin: "If you could do absolutely anything you wanted, anything, at this very moment, what would you do?"

Jez: He chuckles, relaxing and letting Alex do as he wishes. "I never beg for attention. Well...rarely anyway."

Alexander Donovan:: Alex looks over Jez's shoulder at Aerin when the question is asked, definately curious about the answer.

Aerin Thomas: "Anything at all?" An aurburn brow arches lightly, eyes watching Jez's face. "Realms of possibility withstanding, or not?"

Alexander Donovan:: Alex's hands moves a little down Jez's back, under the shoulder blades.

Jez: "Absolutely. No barriers, reality does not exist."

Jez: His eyes flutter a moment, a sharp gasp as a tender knot is worked out.

Aerin Thomas: His lips purse a moment, that wisftulness returning...reflective, fond and bittersweet. "See friends long past yet recently gone." He shrugs slightly, taking a drag off his cigarette.

Jez: He nods, looking to Aerin with warm honey-brown eyes. "Good answer."

Alexander Donovan:: Alex looks thoughtful for a moment, but continues the massage, going just a bit lower to the next area of Jez's back.

Jez: He leans forward a bit, looser as he relaxes more.

Aerin Thomas: "Thank you." He nods slightly to Jez, looking to the bed surface for a moment, silent contemplation, before taking a strong darught from his scotch.

Aerin Thomas: His throat clears after a minute, and his eyes look back up to Jez. "What about you?"

Jez: He scoots back, close against Alex. "Did you want to lie down?" he asks Aerin. "They're really quite comfortable."

Jez: He blinks, having not expected a turnabout on his question. But the answer comes to him immediately. "I would...visit my god's Realm."

Jez: ~Yes, he said *my* god, not *the* God, as if he prays to someone not recognized, perhaps, by a current, modern church.~

Alexander Donovan:: Alex slides his arms around Jez when he scoots back. "Plenty of room. I think we managed... was it 5 or 6 last time?"

Jez: "Yes, but we were all rather entangled." He chuckles.

Aerin Thomas: He smiles a little bit. "Also a good answer." He shrugs after a moment, moving to lay on his side across the bed, sideways, his arm supporting his head so he's not totally lying down.

Jez: His eyes trail over Aerin, no particular intent behind the look.

Aerin Thomas: "Sounds like I was missing out." He chuckles a little...harmless banter. Another sip off the glass.

Alexander Donovan:: "I don't think anyone minded then."

Jez: "This is a good place to gather for a simple night of pleasure and company," he says to Aerin, leaning in an untidy sprawl within the circle of Alex's arms. "You would be welcomed, I think."

Aerin Thomas: "It sounds like." He watches the duo, a hand leaning up to brush the ponytail off his shoulder so it can come to rest against his back. "I'll have to admit, it's an interesting atmosphere." Not said in a bad way at all.

Alexander Donovan:: "I think someone would have to go out of their way to feel unwelcome."

Jez: "Yes," he agrees. "No one stresses about how someone looks, or lifestyle choices; it's pretty much anything goes as long as things are consensual."

Aerin Thomas: "Which I'm sure happens, from time to time." He nods to Alex. "And has to be...entertaining to watch when it is." He nods to Jez, agreeing with his statement. "Yeah, it's a good vibe. I'm liking it so far."

Jez: "I should be returning home," he murmurs reluctantly. ((Since I'm pretty much fading now. *L*))

Jez: ((No, think I'll stay a little longer. *gulps coffee*)) He doesn't make any *move* to leave, however.

Alexander Donovan:: "It's always interesting to watch some of the larger subs remind someone that just because they are a sub, doesn't mean they can't use their muscles to beat someone down." Alex slowly lets his arms fall away from Jez. "Sleep well." ((and same to the player))

Alexander Donovan:: ((Or not.))

Jez: He tilts his head back, smirking up at Alex. "Hey. I was comfortable."

Aerin Thomas: ((All right, then! Yay, coffee! *G*)) "Yeah, so should I," he says with a chuckle, a hint of amuement coming to green eyes as he watches Jez. "Sadly, though...you're right. Bed entirely too comfortable."

Alexander Donovan:: Alex does keep a hand on Jez though for as long as he sticks around. He's just a very contact oriented person.

Jez: He grins at Aerin. "Isn't it though?" And, winking at Alex, falls out of his arms onto the bed in a boneless sprawl, careful not actually smack Aerin or something.

antonio pavlatos: (Yep, coffee or tea sounds good about now)

Alexander Donovan:: Alex chuckles and wraps the arms back around. "Of course you were."

Aerin Thomas: He hands his now empty glass off to a waitress, stretching out a little more and getting comfortable.

antonio pavlatos: (Or a cigarette ;)

Alexander Donovan:: Alex allows his arms to fall off Jez again and he lays himself out as well, not leaving much (if any) room between him and Aerin for Jez. "Of course, I think I'll be comfortable for a bit."

Aerin Thomas: ((*Waves his cigarettes happily in the air*))

Damien Thiereaoux: (demmit*wished smoked still, le sighs**G**wavers soda in air*)

Jez: There's not a single complaint from him. The music, the atmosphere, the lights, the closeness of bodies, and this nice soft daybed...it's all perfectly pleasing.

Aerin Thomas: "Comfortable is always good..." His eyes half-lid for a moment...not falling asleep, or really looking any more tired then the man always does (granted, he always does look tired). Just kind of enjoying the moment.

Jez: "No complaints here."

Aerin Thomas: "So how have you been, Jez," he asks, eyes staying in that half-closed position, voice pleasantly comfortable. "Haven't seen you much lately...wasn't able to stay around long for the reception. Had a lot to do that day."

Alexander Donovan:: Alex does reach up and run a hand down Jez's side. "So, did you get any entertainment out of Tony tonight, or did Damien monopolize him?"

Jez: Aerin: "I've been very well. It was good to have Liam and Eddie married at last. Closure," he sighs. Alex: "Yes, Damien had him dance." He closes his eyes, faintly smirking. "He can really...move."

Alexander Donovan:: Alex smirks slightly as Jez gets bombarded, but does give a curious look at Aerin, wondering if that was the same wedding...

Alexander Donovan:: "That the same wedding from shortly before I met you?"

Aerin Thomas: "I noticed that," he says, chuckling a bit. "He can move." Eyes open a bit, watching Jez. "I can imagine it was good for you." A slight smirk, not unkind. "You know, I remember first meeting you, and politely asking not to be shivved and garroted simultaneously, for the sake of my car's upholstery."

Jez: He opens his eyes, a faint grin. Alex: "Yes, my ex and his new *wife*. Lovely. Really. I was best man. Now I'm living next door to them." Laughs. Aerin: "I can't remember. Much of my first days in the city seem to be a blur, they went by so fast."

Damien Thiereaoux: (*snickers and remembers that rp**G*)

Jez: "And it *was* good," he adds upon reflection. "It felt good to move on, put all that behind me. It was really tough for awhile, I was borderline anorexic."

Jez: ((I actually can't! *pouts* Dang it!)) ~He has filled out quite a bit. Not with fat, but with lean hard muscle. No longer too-skinny, he is getting to close the realm of "well formed" or even "athletic."~

Alexander Donovan:: Alex raises an eyebrow at that. "That certainly sounds like an interesting conversation. If I had known you were such an interesting individual, I think I would have spent a bit more time with you."

antonio pavlatos: The curtains to the back room open and he emerges with Damien, having lead him through the maze again. He pauses then, letting him take the lead back to the others. He seems remarkably more relaxed, but moving just a little gingerly.

Jez: Alex: "I'm *much* more dangerous know." Smirk.

Jez: OOC> know=now

Aerin Thomas: "It was an interesting conversation," he says to Alex with a chuckle. "You'll have to understand...I was a bit paranoid at the time. Now, I'm much worse. Jez was coming along with aforementioned ex as support to resolve differences between me and Liam regarding the status of his daughter and...er, another ex." He looks at Jez, to see if he recalls.

Damien Thiereaoux: *and damien looks quite satisfied, especially with that wide grin, almost refreshed and energized as he leads the leash and tony back towards the ohters on the daybed, his coat over an arm, shirt left open, pants loosely fastened, enough to hold them up, the gloves and shades still off*

Jez: ((NOW I remember!))

antonio pavlatos: He trails behind Damien, held down properly but peering around him as they approach the bed.

Alexander Donovan:: Aerin: "I suppose I should ask, what do you do?"

Jez: "I was feeling ultra protective of him. It was a strnge vibe, all the way around. But I think it worked out for the best. I know it hurt him, but he was in no shape then to raise a child."

snow: ((I remember that scene and was not even in it *Snickers*))

Jez: Closely squished between Aerin and Alex but not apparently minding a bit.

Jez: ooc> hurt him *later* I should say.

Aerin Thomas: "I work Security at a club, counsel at a rejuvenation clinic upstate, and generally heal, protect, and defend people when I'm not doing my regular jobs."

Aerin Thomas: "It did work out," he says with a nod. "Even if there were a few FUBARS of protocol made on my behalf."

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, and I'm an ex-bodyguard."

Jez: "Ironically, the whole situation made me reverse my feelings on children. I actually want my own one day."

Jez: Aerin: "Damn." He laughs. "I'm just an interpreter."

Aerin Thomas: "I'm glad," he says to Jez. "I didn't think I wanted kids, until Tori. Now, I'm more then happy to have two."

antonio pavlatos: He stays in position, quiet for the moment, just listening to the conversation they walked up on.

Alexander Donovan:: "And I thought my personal life could get complicated." Alex raises an eyebrow at Aerin's comment, especially the last one. He then looks at Jez. "Are you a body guard too?" And seems to almost expect a 'yes' answer.

Alexander Donovan:: ((bump that up a bit to before Jez answered the question))

Damien Thiereaoux: sorry bout takin a bit(he soooo doesnt look sorry,not in the least!*G*)....*looking to alex, holding the leash out towards him*.....I hope he was properly punished 'nuff...an I thank y'all for th'honor......y'have a treasure here when he behaves.....*giving a cheshire grin to alex as he nods*

Alexander Donovan:: Damien: "Did you enjoy your reward?"

Jez: Alex: "Officially, I'm an interpreter. But I *am* taking classes to qualify as a bodyguard."

Alexander Donovan:: Alex takes the leash gracefully, pulling Tony closer to himself as he does so.

Jez: He smirks lazily up at Damien.

antonio pavlatos: The slightest flush to his cheeks at theh compliment, but hard to see through that veil of hair.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, well...you know." He shrugs a little. "Thus, why I have so little hedonism in my life." He looks over to Damien and Tony, nodding to them.

Alexander Donovan:: "You'll both fetch a higher price than I ever could."

antonio pavlatos: He moves to Alexander then, grimacing again just slightly as he kneels down at his feet, resting his head on his thigh and tucking his legs under him, curling up.

Jez: d10: body lang DAMIEN: 3,4,3,9,8,7,8,

Damien Thiereaoux: that I did...*nodding to alex once more, glancing to aerin curiously with a nod before looking to jez* make room f'me somewhere in theyah yeah? *smirking slightly*

Jez: He obediently slips out from between and motions for Damien to take his place.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex sighs a bit and scoots. Jez can choose who goes where, Alex takes the outside... except for tony next to him... whose hair is already between a couple of Alex's fingers.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he takes his place there in the middle now....everybodys personal space heater(literally), settling in before a foot latches onto jez's thigh, urging him closer*

Jez: Closer? No need to urge him, he simply lies back down on a Damien pillow - why bother with conventional cushions?

antonio pavlatos: His eye flutter half closed at the touch on his hair, and he look very, very content to be there at Alex's feet.

Aerin Thomas: He scoots back a little bit...he doesn't know Damien, and that lack of knowledge makes him instinctively tense with him that close to him. He moves closer to the edge of the bed, not skittish or hostile, just a little automatically wary.

Damien Thiereaoux: mmmm......sweet goddess this is the life.....*almost sounding like a purr coming from him, he grins and leans back comfortably, curling a bit about jez, returning the 'furniture cushion type thing' favor in kind*

antonio pavlatos: A hand reaches up Alex's leg and touches his hand softly, tugging it slightly.

Alexander Donovan:: "Yes tony?"

Jez: It doesn't take an expert in body language, which he nearly is, to interpret the move, and he drifts his body to the side, becoming a physical barrier between Aerin and Damien, for Aerin's comfort.

Jez: Still mostly on Damien and enjoying the attention, a soft sigh escaping him.

antonio pavlatos: Quiet tone "I'm very thirsty, Mtolo... maybe the rest are too?"

Aerin Thomas: He eases just a little bit when Jez becomes the physical barrier, though the slightest hint of tension does remain.

Damien Thiereaoux: *damien doesnt seem to mind the movement or rearrangement in the least, even understanding it really*

Alexander Donovan:: Alex thinks about it a moment, and pulls a small clip from his pocket and hands tony some money. "My usual." He looks around the group. "Anyone else?"

Jez: "Mmm, thank you, but I'm fine."

Aerin Thomas: "Scotch, please. Chivas, 18 year." He goes into his trench for his wallet, handing over the money for his.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex unhooks the leash from behind the lion's head on the collar and begins to wrap the leash around his forearm.

Damien Thiereaoux: still got some wine in m'bottle heyah, but thanks......*motioning to where the bottle and glass were left near the bed, fingers trailing across jez's collarbone with light nails lazily*

antonio pavlatos: He takes the money, and rises up on his kneees, moving a bit more awkward than usual as he stands and waits to hear the others.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex leans into Damien a bit, inhaling.

Jez: He murmurs to Damien, reaching for the bottle. "Maybe a small swallow won't hurt. It's only wine."

antonio pavlatos: He moves to the bar, giving the order "Tequilla Sunrise, Scotch Chivas 18 year, a glass of water, 'n a glass of red wine, mulled or warm iffin you got it." He waits then, watching the bartender's every move as he makes the drinks. He's given the water first, and he downs it quickly, having obviously really been thirsty.

Damien Thiereaoux: heyah...*murring at the lean and inhale from alex, smiling towards him for a moment before lookin to jez, holding the bottle to him* not as good as m'familys vinyard but....it does well nuff....

Aerin Thomas: He sighs, leaning back against the bed, head resting against his uprasied arm. Not as comfortable on the bed now as he was before, but forcing himself to relax a little bit...eyes half-closing in an attempt at centering, to force his paranoia back.

antonio pavlatos: As he waits for the drinks, he helps himself to pretzels, peanuts and popcorn if it is available.

Jez: He takes the bottle, a cautionary sip, then a real slug of it as finds the taste acceptable. He hands it back. "Thank you."

antonio pavlatos: He also throws a look behind them, then pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one up, taking a slow, deep drag from it.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex leans across Damien to caress Jez's cheek.

Jez: He smiles lazily to Alex, a hint of flush to his cheeks. No, this teetotaler would *not* do well with much alcohol, that is certain.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex does watch Aerin for a moment. Just a moment.

Aerin Thomas: d10: WP: 3,5,8,9,7,9,

antonio pavlatos: But, remembering Alexander's orders he watches the bartender make the drinks, pays for them and immediately takes them from him. He takes a few more long, quick drags from the cigarette, snugs it out in a nearby ashtray, then comes back to the bed with the drinks.

Damien Thiereaoux: welcome...*taking it back, he finds the glass and pours some in it, sniffing some before taking a sip, watching alex and jez with a slight grin*

Aerin Thomas: His eyes flinch, and he shakes his head...slowly, his mind starts to relax. Slower, more even breathing...forced at first, then natural. His muscles ease, and so does he, finally getting the tension out again.

antonio pavlatos: He hands Alexander's drink to him first, then reaches over and hands Aerin his.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex takes his drink from Tony, sitting up enough to sip on it.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at Antonio, smiling a bit, with a nod of thanks. He leans up to take a swallow of the alcohol.

antonio pavlatos: He recurls himself at Alexander's feet, sipping at his warmed red wine.

Jez: ~as a matter of trivial interest, the spiked black leather collar Jez discarded on the floor in the middle of the club...is long gone, though with the delicate gold collar padlocked around his neck, he doesn't seem to care~

Damien Thiereaoux: *he snickers softly and raises a brow to jez after hearing his answer to something softly spoken to him* always chere....always am, an y'know it.....

Jez: Damien: "That's true," he murmurs with a grin, fondling the wine bottle and getting another drink from it if permitted.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex does just lightly touch the collar. "New? Better than the old one. More... freindly."

Damien Thiereaoux: *he offers forth his glass instead thats filled, not letting him take much though , just the one more sip*

Jez: He smiles to Alex, after finishing the sip from the glass. "More personal. Dante locked it on me tonight. You haven't met him yet."

Alexander Donovan:: ((Jez's that is.))

antonio pavlatos: He nuzzles Alexander's leg, then settles his head back on his thigh. A flip of his head settles most of his hair from his face as he watches them.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex reaches down to touch Tony's collar a bit. "Sounds like an interesting person to meet. I'm not much on locks though. It is a nice touch, and looks good on you."

Jez: "It gives him security, I think. Thank you."

Damien Thiereaoux: *leaning up slightly, he licks the residue of the wine on jezs lips with a soft chuckle, he knows dami was unable to help it* remind me t'thank him too at some point ifn I kin think of a way to......less y'want t'thank him f'me?

antonio pavlatos: The normally quiet boy looks at Jez curiously. "Does he think... you would want to take it off?"

Alexander Donovan:: Aerin: "So what brings you to this den of sin?"

Jez: Damien: "I'll be sure to convey your gratitude." He smiles languidly. Tony: "No, he knows I won't." Soft chuckle. "It's more a mark of territory, and the lock gives him extra security that others will interpret it correctly."

Aerin Thomas: ((Don't you hate it when your computer reboots for NO MUDDAFUGGIN REASON??? *Sounds of crashing and bashing as Raven takes a skull-headed mace to his lousy box*))

Aerin Thomas: ((RavYn. Now ~I'M~ confused.))

Snow: ((Hey now you cannot take the mace to YOUR comp if I cannot take it to mine *Crosses arms*))

Aerin Thomas: He takes another healty swallow of his glass, letting the alcohol burn down his throat, loosening him up a bit, helping him finish the relaxation process. He looks over to Alexander with a bit of a grin. "A very close friend of mine. He's just back in town, and texted him to meet me here. Not knowing what it was. I didn't think he would be quite ready to face a place like this alone, so I met him here."

Aerin Thomas: ((Fine. The katana and wakizashi set can probably do more damage anyway, if I use them right.))

Jez: ((*EG*))

antonio pavlatos: (*looks from Ravyn to Raven...*) Okay, not only spelled different, but different genders.... rofl.

antonio pavlatos: (I think I will start called Ravyn Ra, and Raven Rav....)

Jez: "Ethan," he murmurs with a quiet laugh. Then muses, "I should get to know him. He could probably use some friends."

Snow: ((Blinks possibly depending....I KNOW I can do more damage with the mace. Antonio-p: *Snickerfits* uh duh? *LOL*))

Alexander Donovan:: "Many a night, I wish I could start out earlier." Alex finishes his drink and sets the glass on the floor by the head of the bed, then relaxes back and gives tony a little tug by the hair to come up and join them."

Aerin Thomas: "Ethan could use friends," he says with a nod. A scowl marks his features, jaw clenching sudden. "It would be better then that sick fuck Adrian."

Jez: "I was shocked Dante came here." He looks over at Aerin. "But he left pretty quickly, too."

antonio pavlatos: He sighs at the tug, seeming to love that, and climbs up on the couch, curling up beside Alex, legs under him like a contented cat, his head in his lap.

Jez: "Who's Adrian?"

Alexander Donovan:: ((No, no. I think the sun god has to be reserved until a Mummy game pops up. How about just 'Ray'? Get him some sunglasses, use electroshock from the broken computer to induce the shakes...))

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, this doesn't seem like a Dante sort of place."

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding and smiling to the mention of conveying, sipping more of the wine, he looks over to aerin, listening, and chuckles softly* I think ethans still a bit intimidated or scared of me or somethin....always has seemed it...don' rightly know why...mebbe joe knows....*musing softly before idly nuzzlig in against jez's hair*

Jez: "It's not his type of place," he says quietly. "He came here for my sake." He smiles, nuzzling Damien contentedly.

Alexander Donovan:: "Is Adrian one of those individuals we spoke of earlier that would go out of his way to feel... unwelcome?"

Jez: ((I so very nearly brought him here, but figured that would keep out Aerin or make his appearance brief, so I didn't. *L*))

Aerin Thomas: ((I refuse to be called Ray. I think of Tim Robbin's character from High Fidelity.)) "Adrian's a sick little shit who got out of prison not long ago. I caught him looking at Ita and my six month-old daughter like they were entirely fuckable. Possibly at the same time." Oooh, just feel the hostility starting to build off him. "And no one seems to understand that he's evil, 'cause he's so in-your-face vulgar, they think it's fucking endearing."

antonio pavlatos: (oh come on, Ra was a God, why wouldn't he want that nickname? :P)

Damien Thiereaoux: *raising a brow curiously listening about adrian*

Aerin Thomas: ((No, he'd stay a long time, Raven. Because the walls would become Adrian-colored. *G*))

Aerin Thomas: ((Well, I have run a storyline involving Amenti... *G*))

Jez: He shudders. "He sounds vile."

Jez: ((*L*))

Damien Thiereaoux -> Aerin Thomas: (ooooo if adrian was ever described around kae shed look at aerin oddly*chuckles* shes met him more than a few times, knows him...the kitten she has? he works at the vet she takes it to*G* but she doesnt know his real name, he never told her it was adrian, said something else)

Alexander Donovan:: "Does this... Adrian... have a dog?"

antonio pavlatos: Tony wiggles around after finishing off his wine, and nuzzles his nose into Alexander's groin,shifting again so his hair falls over his face.

Damien Thiereaoux: damn.......wish I knew what he looked like now....jes t'be safe.....*shaking his head slowly*

Aerin Thomas: "That would be him. Big fuckin' dog." His jaw pulses a little bit, rising to sit. Getting too tense to lie down.

Jez: Immediately, he rises, his hands going to Aerin's shoulders to try to calm him with a working of the tension, unless Aerin's body language tells him hands off.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex just plays with Tony's hair in one hand.

Aerin Thomas: At Damien's comment, he describes Adrian much better then his player can off the top of his head. He tenses at first when Jez goes to his shoulders, shoulders rising and clenching, but doesn't pull away.

Jez: ((Nice looking round face, slight dimples, short black wavyish hair, well built, mid-20s, denim jacket *G* That help?))

Jez: He stays calm himself, trying to gently work out Aerin's anger.

Jez -> Aerin Thomas: Soft murmur, very soft, "There are private rooms if you need to...be alone to calm."

Damien Thiereaoux: heh.....he has a dog eh?*looking to jez with a slight smirk* wondah ifn cori'd let us borrow weiss t'see ifn hed be able t'go sniffin em out....*looking thoughtful after a few moments*

Aerin Thomas: ((I could remember the hair off the top of my head, and that's it. *S*)) Slow breathes. Calm, puppy. Caaaaaalm. He lets his shoulders relax as much as he can, leaning back a bit into Jez's hands. The muscles in his shoulders and neck are hard as stone.

Alexander Donovan:: Alex watches Aerin's reaction. "I like you, we'll get along well. He's being watched."

Jez: Damien: "Why would you want to?" he asks calmly. "If he's really dangerous."

Jez: ~Though doesn't seem at *all* concerned about Aerin or Alex watching or going after Adrian.~

Aerin Thomas: He opens his mouth to say something to Jez, then looks at Alex curiously. "Really." A brow raises.

Damien Thiereaoux: Ill tell y'latah chere.....*nodding to jez, sipping the rest of his glass then setting it down, sitting up and streeeeeetching sinewy and slow with a groan and sigh, like a cat re-relaxing in a sunbeam*

Alexander Donovan: Alex smiles just a little. "Yes, really. So if you do something, make sure he starts it."

Alexander Donovan: Alex reaches up when Damien sits up, running a finger down his spine.

Jez: He continues until he senses Aerin calming to at least some lessening of danger, and he sinks back down against Damien. Not a word of why he suddenly started massaging the guy.

Jez: Or rather, leans into Damien.

Aerin Thomas: A long moment of silence from the man, green eyes watching Alexander with curiosity and intrigue. Slowly, he nods a bit and relaxes some, head leaning forward, eyes closing, just letting Jez work the many knots that mar his shoulders out. "I'll be sure to do that. I think you're right...we will get along well."

Jez: ((~rearranges posts to make sense together~))

Aerin Thomas: When Jez goes back to Damien, he leans back down on the bed, running a warm hand over Jez's shoulder. "Thank you," he says softly, quite grateful.

Damien Thiereaoux: *the finger down his spine gets a murring shiver and unable to be helped roll of shoulders, a soft smile as well looking to alex, fingers resting and caressing along jez's jawline slowly*

Jez: He smiles to Aerin, meeting his eyes, then letting his own gaze slide down in respectful submission to one of higher station. It's a silent gesture only those of their particular sort would really understand.

Jez: Grins, nuzzling into Damien's warm touch.

antonio pavlatos: He looks over at Aerin, more fully in the face, and for a moment looks as if he wants to do something to help, but drops his head back down in Alexander's lap.

Aerin Thomas: Most nights and most people, he'd gently correct the gesture of submission. Here and now, it doesn't seem appropriate, so he just nods and sighs, reaching over for his drink.

Jez: The gesture was momentary and respectful, then all is back to normal.

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches the little gesture with an almost calculating look before once again running a finger down Damien's spine, just to watch him shudder again.

antonio pavlatos: Tony catches Jez's look too, and an odd sort of knowing expression comes into his eyes.

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (I can't remember. I know Tony knows Aerin in Garou, and that you rolled, but did you catch it in Tony?)

Jez: d10: notice: 1,7,7,6,6,7,8,

Jez: A sheepish sort of half-embarrassed smile to Tony and Alex. He's going to have to work on his subtlety.

antonio pavlatos: (Here though that type of gesture wouldn't be that noticed... he is wearing a collar and at a tble with an obvious master/slave couple! lol)

Aerin Thomas -> antonio pavlatos: ((I remember that scene, but I don't have the log. :P I'll assume no.))

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (I sorta thought you did, but your choice. I have GOT to keep my journals better!)

Aerin Thomas -> antonio pavlatos : ((Yeah, I know the feeling. :P I log everything have have them all meticulous...I may not have saved that one for some reason. It happens. :P I'll be good and assume no...I think on a yes, he may have reacted differently then he has overall.))

Alexander Donovan: ((and that one little 1 taped onto the roll))

antonio pavlatos : He just turns his head back into Alex, seeming cery content to just lie there, as if he could easiliy fall asleep here.

Damien Thiereaoux: *the finger down his spine again gets a more noticeable shiver this time ad a blink to alex, half smirking with a chuckle*

Aerin Thomas: His drink finished and set aside, he lays back again and chuckles a little. "Well...this is easily the least amount of standing I've ever done in a nightclub."

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (That makes sense, he could always roll again sometimes. He'll soon be around in the park anyway, gathering up herbal stuff for his teas)

Alexander Donovan: "Standing is overrated. Lounging is good. Dancing is good. Sitting is okay. Just standing? Nah..."

Jez: Aerin: "Usually I'm out dancing, but I didn't feel like embarrassing myself tonight and injuring people with flinging hands."

Aerin Thomas: "Sorry, I guess I should say 'upright' as a clarification." He grins Alex's way.

Damien Thiereaoux: mmmm lounging goooood...*chuckling softly* almos wish could bring th'boys heyah with me, then'd be heaven almos much as th'garden in back th'house

Aerin Thomas: "You just need to dance in sight of me, Jez. No one looks that embarassing next to my white-boy sense of rhythm."

Alexander Donovan: "All these beutiful bodies around you and you're not 'upright'?"

Aerin Thomas: "Goddess, man. How many qualifiers you want me to put on this?" He chuckles to Alex. "How about 'on my feet?'"

Alexander Donovan: Alex laughs then. "Better."

Jez: He laughs. "I wouldn't be so sure, I'm terrible."

Damien Thiereaoux: ain' all that terrible.....sides...membah I said Id help teach y'all t'dance an such?*lazily smirking up to jez, giving a rather liiimber roll and twist of shoulders spine and hips where he lays back looking up at everyone*

Aerin Thomas: He winks to Alexander, laughing a bit, and then looks to Jez. "I promise you, Jez. I'm horrible. I dance about as well as I sing. I'll spare your ears that one, unless you ever catch me at a karaoke night. It's like a train wreck. Horrific, yet impossible to turn away from."

Jez: Aerin: "We'll have to have a contest. I'm not sure which I'm worse at, dancing or singing." Grins at Damien. "Yes, you did."

antonio pavlatos : He murmurs very softly. The second time the boy has just spoken up. He looks to Damien. "maybe... like an act... he can just sway to the music... we kin dance around him."

antonio pavlatos : (Very, very few things can get him to speak up, one of which is dancing)

Alexander Donovan: "Anyone that goes to a karaoke night expects to hear poor singing."

Jez: He grins over at Tony with a quiet laugh. "Now *that* is a good idea."

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to jez, he hears tony and grins even more, nodding* theyahs an idea.....

Aerin Thomas: "Get me drunk enough and put a mic in my hand, and I'll belt out whatever song you throw at me. Someone once got me to sing Sk8r Boi. And I did it with gusto." He reaches back and pulls the tie out of his hair, letting the waist-length auburn locks fall free, and shakes his head to loosen it up. "My philosophy is, if you can't do something right, try VERY hard, and loud. It'll make up for it. That has yet to be proven in practice, but it doesn't stop me from trying."

antonio pavlatos : Was that a mischevious look on his face as he looks to Damien and Jez?

Damien Thiereaoux: *watching the auburn locks fall free, he listens to aerin and laughs,warm deep and rich, obviously liking the man and his sense of humor*

Alexander Donovan: "That would certainly be an interesting show."

Jez: He watches the hair - niiiiiice.

Aerin Thomas: ((Alex, was that to Aerin drunk & karaokeing, or Damien and Tony dancing around Jez?))

antonio pavlatos : He blinks at Aerin, then looks up to Alexander, for permission, raising up to nuzzle at his shoulder.

Alexander Donovan: "Or should I say 'shows'." ((Umm... take your pick?))

Aerin Thomas: ((*G* 'kay.))

Alexander Donovan: Alex nods to tony.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, it usually is." He blinks as he notices several sets of eyes on him with the hair falling loose, not wary at all, just a little confused, perhaps. Never had that reaction before...

Jez: ((Hair fetishes. *L*))

Jez: ~If anything, it's an admiring look. The color is so vivid, particularly with the dim lights of the club playing over it.~

antonio pavlatos : (Tony LOVES long hair, and loves his own to be messed with, tugged, pulled, used as leverage or a guide, you name it :P)

antonio pavlatos : He rises to his feet, moving closer to where Aerin and Jez are, waiting to see if Jez was really going to do it.

Damien Thiereaoux: *eyes lazily half lidded now, fingers sliding along jez's body*

Alexander Donovan: Alex watches tony, interested in whatever initiative he's showing.

Aerin Thomas: He just sits there, leaning on a hand and watching this new development curiously.

antonio pavlatos : Tentatively, shyly, he reaches over and tugs slightly on Jez's sleeve. "Thought... we was gonna dance with 'im." His eyes move to Aerin, but he keeps them slightly downcast when looking.

Jez: Tony: He flushes. "You mean now?" He grins, standing up. "Damien?"

Damien Thiereaoux: g'on now....*giving an encouraging nudge and grin to jez *

Jez: "I suck at this," he mutters, but he loves dancing anyway, so of course he will.

antonio pavlatos : He looks to Damien... "You too, all three of us, iffin... he'll agree."

Jez: He smirks and holds out a hand to Damien. "You promised."

Aerin Thomas: He grins a little and shakes his head, then rises. If Jez is going to suck at dancing, Aerin might as well suck right along with him. He ~did~ say something about trying to make Jez look good by comparison...he slides off the bed and stands.

Alexander Donovan: Alex rises, but only enough to watch.

antonio pavlatos : He looks to Damien, who he thinks is the best of the three to start it out, and waits as the next song is being cued up.

Damien Thiereaoux: mmmph...I was comfy...*half smirking* an y'know the type of dancin I do is more in place round a pole an on a stage than out on th'dance floor....*taking the hand and rolling himself upwards, the muscles of his torso working and visable with the shirt still unbuttoned and the pants still only partially done up*

antonio pavlatos : Murmurs. "Then use him as a pole, that's what I do to Mtolo when we dance together."

antonio pavlatos : His shirt only has the bottom two buttons done, the vest is on the bed, and his pants are laced up just enough that he isn't indecent.

Jez: He chuckles, heading to the dance floor.

Alexander Donovan: Alex adjusts his position on the bed to lounge where he can see the group, certainly about to enjoy the show.

Aerin Thomas: He looks between the soon-to-be dancers, and then shrugs. Whatever they do, he's making his way to the dance floor. A club remix of 24 by Jem has just started up on the club's sound system, and he starts to get a bit of a beat to his walk as he finds an open enough spot on the dance floor, taking position and starting to move.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Dex+Performance (WP): 3,2,9,5,

Jez: He takes his place near Aerin. They said to sway, so he tries to sway with *style*.

Aerin Thomas: ((Most superfluous use of WP ever. *G*))

Jez: d10: Dex + Performance: 3,8,

Jez: Not a bad sway. Not a good one either.

Damien Thiereaoux: good point...*nodding as he follows along with that almost cocky strut of his*

antonio pavlatos : He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, letting the music do its magic on him, taking his mind into it and letting his mind and body's inhibitions slide away. He opens them again, and begins to sway with the beat, waiting for Damien to make the first move, so he could take his cue and not end up falling all over one another.

Damien Thiereaoux: *sidling up near jez he starts to move as well*

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: dex/perf/seduction: 2,5,4,7,8,9,9,

antonio pavlatos : d10: Dex+Perform: 5,7,1,5,8,4,3,

antonio pavlatos : (it hates me)

Aerin Thomas: The man isn't BAD, per se...at least, not on this song. Perhaps he's a little to into the the soung, his movements to over-dramatic. His hands weave, his body twisting...he pays attention to Jez, and when they join, Tony & Damien, but a lot of it is channeled into the music itself, mouth moving along to the lyrics. In 24 hours they'll be laying flowers on my life, it's over tonight/I'm not messing no I need your blessing and your promise to live free, Please do it for me...

It's an angry, hopeless sort of song, with a strong beat and an orchestral accompaniment to the techno...a resignation, a request for others to not mourn the inevitable. Something he understands well.

antonio pavlatos : Perhaps the last few days of punishment and the recent 'adventure' in the back took more toll on him than he realizes and his moves aren't as fluid, and graceful as normal.

Damien Thiereaoux: *slow at first, hands about but not quite touching him, hips move and sway liquidly, his head moving to the beat slowly matching rhythm with his hips, making his long jet black hair swirl about his form as if caressing it*

Aerin Thomas: ((Wow. I'm the typo king with that post.))

Jez: He's having as much fun watching the others as he is, er, swaying. Gets inspired and moves his feet a little, oh dear.

Jez: d10: dance!: 5,5,

Jez: Totally off beat, but having fun.

Aerin Thomas: You can't type the sacred incantation "d10", that is for the dice roller god.

antonio pavlatos : As Damien moves closer to Aerin, so does her, mimics getting close, but letting his hand move out to barely touch his shirt, hair sliding over his arm and blending that blue-black with his auburn. He dances toward Aerin's back, giving Jez a turn then.

antonio pavlatos : (Someone had SUCH a sense of humor writing all those things :P)

Aerin Thomas: ((God, I hate that thing...typing a number is not spoofing the die roller! :P)) In eighteen hours they'll be laying flowers on my life, it's over tonight... The song makes an inevitable countdown throughout the choruses...tenty-four hours, eighteen hours...thirteen, and then finally eight. He builds his motions, tailoring his movements to the lyrics of the song. Is he good? No, he's nothing special, for sure. It is very much true for him, though...what he lacks in actual artistic skill, he makes up for in passion.

Alexander Donovan: Alex enjoys the show, regardless of skill or lack thereof.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he doesnt get tooo close to aerin unless given a signal its ok, but he does move more and more, a bit faster to match the true beat, trying to move and roll those hips like he were doing 'something else', arms moving in the air as if hes stretching*

Jez: He watches the others, boy does he want to copy them. If he could move like Damien! He tries to mimick him, ha ha.

Jez: d10: dance + wp: 1,8,

Jez: It's sad. Really, it is. But he manages it for a few seconds, before deciding to just *sway* harmlessly again.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: dancin: 4,7,6,3,6,10,6,

antonio pavlatos : He motions with his hands to Jez, mouthing 'dance around him...follow us...tease him'.

Aerin Thomas: d10: For Last Chorus (WP): 8,2,8,6,

Aerin Thomas: When others come close, he notes their presence, throwing them brief grins and moving momentarily up close, hairsbreadths away, before back away. The last chorus, which is "One Hour," is all his alone, though. His movements dramatic, much more in synch, no one on the dance floor in his mind but him. His face is focused in concentration, feeling the emotion of the song, an actual pleading look on his face.

Jez: Ooh, maybe a disco move would be cool here!

Jez: d10: dance: 6,8,

Jez: He makes it look retro cool. Somehow, he pulled it off. Maybe because it doesn't require following the tempo of the actual song.

antonio pavlatos : As he goes behind Aerin, he does a small twirl, letting his body just barely, barely touch the man's back, then move around to his side, waiting to see Damien's next move.

Damien Thiereaoux: *even better, a look of exstatic bliss on his face, half lidded eyes youd swear burn with pure lust as those hips just dont quit, it almost looks lewd what he does....*

Jez: He sways again, mainly watching Damien, though Aerin and Tony require some non-verbal attention as well.

Damien Thiereaoux: (*chuckles* just to clarify, player is terrible at describing dancing, character rocks at doin it(so far*G*) so feel free to use imagionation how he moves)

antonio pavlatos : d10: Come on, do better: 7,6,5,9,2,6,5,

Damien Thiereaoux: ( ya know whats sad is liam would blow dami away when it comes to dancin too most likely*G*)

antonio pavlatos : As he comes back around Aerin's fron, following behind Damien he is now lost in the music, and he unbuttons the final two buttons, clearly exposing the nipple rings. He steps close enough to let his whole body sway in the form of an S, head going down, back arching, then hips and groin coming forward before his legs complete the pattern. He opens the shirt wide, turns once and moves to Aerin's side, again just barely brushing the man.

Alexander Donovan: Alex absently runs his finger along the fabric of the bed as he watches the quartet on the floor, allowing his mind to wander into the suggestions they offer in their movements.

Jez: His only suggestion in his movements is that he can't dance!

Aerin Thomas: As the song ends, he finishes it in a similarly theatrical pose, hands folded over his chest, head bowed, feet splayed apart at the width of his shoulders. He stays in that position a moment, until the music smoothly transitions into the next song, D.H.T.'s electronica mix of Listen To Your Heart, and he loosens up a bit, letting the emotions from the last song fade away. He takes an easier stance, more just dancing to this one, though still he sings silently along with it. ((And I'm just pulling dance songs I know, if anyone else wants a go, feel free. *S*))

Damien Thiereaoux: *even though hes dancing with the others he throws a look back to alex with a grin, brushing and rubbing up against jez again*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Dex+Performance: 6,4,8,9,

Aerin Thomas: He takes a little more sensuality into his movements...for Aerin, the man is really hitting his groove. He grins over at Tony, sliding up next to him and moving with the man, body twisting a little bit, a sly sort of grin on his face. He comes up close again, then back away, up close to Jez and Damien.

Jez: Ah, never mind dancing, he just stills mostly, being a 'pole' and an object for them to dance around. Kinda fun this way anyway.

antonio pavlatos : Taking Aerin's movement as a cue, he moves to his back, and leans against him, matching his hip movements to him. As Aerin moves around, so does he, but always managing to stay at his back.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he keeps moving, hands sliding solidly along jez now that hes not moving, smirkig wickedly, hair sliding over him as well*

Jez: "You're a dangerous man, Damien," he mutters, but doesn't look upset about it.

antonio pavlatos : His hands move to tentatively touch Aerin's sides, if he doesn't seem to mind, he will slowly work them up and down his sides as they move, hips gyrating against his backside.

Aerin Thomas: He doesn't seem to mind, looking over his shoulder to Antonio and smiling, leaning back into the man a little bit, matching his movements to Tony as best he can.

Damien Thiereaoux: naw....*sighed and purred out from those lips that brush across whatever bare skin on shoulders and neck and ears on jez as well as he moves* jes....do m'job well an have fun doin it is all....

Jez: "I think I'm going to need for you to take me home. Soonish." His eyes gliding over Damien.

Jez: "More than soonish," he amends. "Nowish."

antonio pavlatos : His hands then slide down Aerin's arms, catching his hands and bringing them out wide from their bodies. He takes them in a twirl, then suddenly lets go of his hands and hooks a leg around Aerin's and twirls around and down his body, ending up at his feet. Quick nuzzle of his legs and he rises, wincing again slightly as his hands go up his sides again, but this time from the front.

Damien Thiereaoux: mmmm.........y'sure?*grazing teeth along an ear, the hips slowing as he smirks, apparently the music and beat not mattering anymore....insatiable thing dami is*

Aerin Thomas: He's surprised by Antonio's motions, but he goes with it, eyes following the man's movement, keeping his body swaying and moving throughout, still only when the sub uses him as a pole, so as not to throw them off balance. He watches Antonio rise up, and starts moving again, close to Tony, facing him. Jez and Damien were leaving? Or even here? Really?

antonio pavlatos : He lets his arms slide down Aerin's once more his eyes looking up at him through his lashes as he raises them out to the side. He hooks his leg around his again, but pulls hiself up to Aerin, letting his entire body press against her, nuzzles his neck, then bring their arms down until they are behind Tony's back. He lets their bodies sway together until the music stops, then his nuzzling turns to soft, swift lick across the throat before he backs up, eyes downcast, but a soft smile on his face.

antonio pavlatos : (her=him)

antonio pavlatos : He murmurs. "I think they forgot we was supposed to be... dancing around you 'n teasin' you." He glances over to the other two men.

Alexander Donovan: ((Alex will insist on being present and watching, but player needs to get some sleep before work. *hugs for everyone*))

Jez: ((*hugs* Going to bed here myself.))

Damien Thiereaoux: *whatever jez says while theyre close and...er.......dancing?....gets a rather decidedly wicked laugh and grin from damien, a wide grin, and he nods* you got it chere.....alleyoop!*and with a bit of effort, the 'slighter' not entirely slight anymore man gets slung up over dami's shoulder, arm slung around his hip holding him steady there as he moves back towards the bed after nodding to aerin and tony* s'cuse me guys.....things t'see, people t'do.....

Jez: He laughs, a nice view of Damien's backside as he's carried out, waving to the others. ((And goodnight all, thanks for the scene!))

Damien Thiereaoux: (*nods an waves* headin to bed m'self, got work later and been up all night since I got off work last night*G**hugs n such*)

Aerin Thomas: He shows a definite and obvious reaction to Antonio's movements, leaning into the body press, eyes lidding and neck arching at the nuzzling. When the music ends and the other's tongue slides across his throat, there's a sharp intake of breath, lip catching in his teeth briefly, and then he relaxes, watching Antontio for a moment, smiling. "Yeah...I guess so." He chuckles a little bit, nodding to Tony with a lopsided smile. He looks over to Jez and Damien and nods to them with a grin. "See you guys."

Aerin Thomas: ((Night, everyone!))

Aerin Thomas -> antonio pavlatos : At the full body press, Antonio would have noticed an unusual warmth around the area of Aerin's breastbone. It's not comfortably hot, just a sort of warm glow.

antonio pavlatos : "Hope you enjoyed it... Sir." The manner he said 'Sir' wasn't exactly the manner the sub had used with others, it held more respect.

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Gotcha. He would have been curious, but not enough to ask, even if he wasn't shy as hell off the dancefloor)

antonio pavlatos : (Thanks for the scene, even if some of ya'll left too quick to see this post! lol)

Aerin Thomas: He tilts his head a little, noting the tone in that 'Sir.' "I very much did. Thank you." He looks Antonio over again once more, a hint of curiosity now in his eyes.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Garou Lore: 4,6,2,6,6,2,

antonio pavlatos : He gives a brief look up at Aerin's face, meeting his eyes for the barest of moments. He murmurs somethin' hardly audible. "You know Mercury?"

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (PB3)

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (so, guess he definitely knows now, that's 3 succ)

Aerin Thomas: "I do," he answers back, nodding slightly. He almost seems to have forgotten that they're still on the dance floor...he's watching Antonio with definite interest now, eyes slightly widened. Something about the other seems to almost make Aerin...nostalgic, maybe? It's as if he notices something he didn't before in the man's appearance...something startlingly familiar. "I know him quite well, as a matter of fact."

Aerin Thomas -> antonio pavlatos : ((Yeah. Sorry for the delay, had to go check my log to look over Antonio's appearance, as something suddenly occurred to me. *S*))

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (The one on his sheet sucks some, and it didn't come out real good. I made a little better one.)

antonio pavlatos : "He's been real.. good to me, 'n Alex trusts him." That seems to hold some great significance to the boy. "I just wondered, that's all, weren't tryin' to be... nosy."

Aerin Thomas -> antonio pavlatos : ((I just went to the beginning of the log of this scene to check. *S*))

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Funny, the pic I had found to use for him was already in use on this site, even if the eyes weren't brown. It was more heart shaped and prettier than the one I used. It was the one Liam chose)

antonio pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: Ah, okay :)

Aerin Thomas: "He's a good man," he says, nodding as he catches his bottom lip in-between the canines on his left side. His voice has softened a little bit. "We don't see eye to eye on things sometimes, but I've never doubted his path, or to my knowledge, he mine."

antonio pavlatos : He glances back to where Alexander is preparing to leave, and he nods to Aerin. "Yeah... 'n Alex done toldt me if he don't... come back sometime, to go to him. He said he was sure he'de take care of me."

Aerin Thomas: A slight nod, lip released to smile faintly, quite warmly to the other. "Yeah...yeah. Mercury'd...be good for that." He blinks once more, and the spell is broken, his eyes tearing away from Antonio to follow his gaze to Alex. He looks back to Tony and smiles a bit. "Looks like your ride is leaving." His hand dips into his trenchcoat, pulling a small white card and a pen. He writes a phone number down and hands it over. "Could you...give this to Alexander? If, ah, that's all right, at least...if it won't get you in trouble with him. Have him call me sometime. I think we should talk. And if he allows you...you can feel free to call whenever, as well."

antonio pavlatos : He takes the card. "I won't get in no trouble givin' to him, 'n I will. I'll give him the message, 'n if he says it's alright, I kin call maybe." He gives him a soft smile, then moves off to leave with Alexander.

antonio pavlatos : (Thanks for the scene, it's bedtime. Night!)

Aerin Thomas: "Good evening," he murmurs to him, completely still on the dance floor, watching him meet up with Alexander, then leave. It's not until he's out of sight that he shakes his head, then moves to the bar. Man needs a drink. Then get home.

Aerin Thomas: ((Night! *hugs* Thanks for the scene!))