Welcome to Gaia! ::

Banshee's eye brow raised. She noticed the drawing, and she just... got it. The concept of rebirth. "Sorry, have we met before? I usually am very good at remembering faces."

Wadjet poured himself a cup and raised it, a sly grin calmly appearing on his lips. "A toast, to this woman whose beauty and wits I've been so privileged to become acquainted with."

Wadjet returned her look, keeping that small, understated familiar grin as he emptied the glass and felt the warmth hit him. Sitting the glass down, he ran his long finger over the rim of it, not even a speckle of dust or dirt was under his perfect nails. "Excitement gives us control over our lives." His golden eyes rested on hers. "Because which is better? To be chained to your own sin, or weighed down by the problems of others? At least with the first option, you can control the weight you bear."

Wadjet stood up and scooted over to the other side of the table where she was, and scooted obviously close to her. He mouthed the words, "What did you say?" With a smile, glass still in his hand.

Wadjet chuckled and refilled his glass. "What do you like then?" He rested his elbows on the table and turned to face her, brushing a few strands of white hair away from his face and taking a drink.

Wadjet shrugged his shoulders, still smiling. "I can only think of one band to differ... perhaps I'll make a recommendation after this noise is over." He took another drink, and then downed his glass, refilling it again.

The same thing occurred with Wadjet. By the time the song was over, the drinks were finally starting to get to him. He leaned over closer to True and in a smooth motion, rested his lips near her jawline, and after a moment of closing his eyes gently bit at her neck. Moving away from her almost too quickly, he scooted out of the booth and rested his hand against the table, grinning down at her. Without a word, he went over to put in the song request; making his way through the crowds of dancing people effortlessly even with his mobile skills hindered. Moving back to the booth just moments later, the song blasting through the Knot ended, and another started playing.

((http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5jio0CSrBo&feature=related))

The twins Anca and Radu walked into the club, their steps synchronized. Anca walked like she owned the place, an air of nobility about her. Radu was right behind her, his head tilted forward as he walked through the door. His hair was an inky blur, obviously not styled a particular way, whereas Anca's was sleek and satiny as she pushed it over her shoulder.

Anca draped her jacket over the arm of passing waitress as she licked her pretty lips. Radu shook his head in apology to the waitress as he handed her his coat a little more gently, his eyes lingering on her. Anca escorted herself to a table near enough to feel the music, yet far enough from the crowd to avoid the intensity of their scent.

Radu inclined his head to his sister and spoke as gently as if she were a butterfly who's wings would melt at your touch, "When will we leave from here?" His accent was thick and it was only so obvious how far form home they were.

Anca looked at him, love in her eyes, "Do you ave' a date?" Fun flickered at her lips. "Relax RA-du. We have only just arrived. Maybe you find nice girl here, no?"

"Nu, probabil nu..." his words came out as a whisper as he turned his head back to the crowd, slightly smiling. He ruffled his hair, almost self-consciously.