|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:10 am
Anya gladly accepted the wine, stopping her dance for Neil for the moment being. This was her small way of showing attentiveness to another, when normally, she would have continued dancing and paying the minimal amount of attention warranted. Which is to say, little to none. She lightly sipped her wine as she replied, "We really should some time. Even I find half of the dancers here to look stupid."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 11:23 am
Neil smiled. He took a sip of his wine glass. "What do you think? Bought in in an auction of my son's things. His family still thinks I'm dead, you know."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 11:56 am
"Very delicious~" Anya purred in delight, somewhat flattered that Neil would chose to share something that once belonged to his son. "I hope you don't have any regrets about that, since it's kind of too late to go back at this point." she replied, her smile fading somewhat as she said so.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 12:13 pm
"After a hundred years?" He laughed to hide the slight regret he had. "So, shall we show these mortals what it is to really dance?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 12:43 pm
"Sometimes, especially deep wounds can last longer than that." Anya commented silently beneath her breath, not truly expecting to be heard over the loud music or to recieve a real answer at this point. "Yeah, let's go have some fun~"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:18 pm
Ren held onto what little warmth the coffee in his hand could give him, sipping it as it warmed his throat. He cuddled back into his scarf that wrapped around his neck. He was going home from work for the day, the night slowly creeped up on him when he was buying a newspaper and coffee. Another dissapearance was displayed on the front covers. He was tired of seeing them and tucked the paper under his arm. He threw away the coffee, pocketing his hands as he walked down a dark street. Loud beats of music sprang up, as he could hear. It was that club, Vice, that was so popular. He walked passed it, not caring much for 'clubbing' and headed to his apartment on the other side of town. It was too late for the bus so he was left to walk.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 07, 2011 8:23 pm
Neil drained the rest of his glass, and took his mistress' hand. "Very well." He needed something to distract him from the mention of his son's family, and a dance with Anya was, he thought, just the thing.
d**k Gumshoe sat at his desk, reviewing a case file. "Belle Duck and Edmund Callen. Two seemingly unrelated murders, except the consistency of their blood. Both had sparkling blood the consistency of molasses. Or someone replaced their blood with sparkling molasses for some reason, which is a perfectly viable and reasonable solution."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 7:53 am
Anya quickly finished her wine as well, ready to enjoy the evening with a bit of dance. Later, of course, she'd go scouting for a meal, since her clan had yet to make any Hosts. But for now, all she wanted to do was enjoy the music and maybe gain some potential ally's attention.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 1:56 pm
Celestial was in the back area of her owned restaurant of the city, four star named 'Pura Cibum'. The back was for her coven members only, but in the public area layed many tables to relax and eat with a large dance floor in the middle of the dimly lit room. Music always played, usually gentle piano jazz unless there was a request for customers that wanted to dance. Hosts and Damphirs commonly worked as waiters or cooks, anyone was capable to work if they wished. Celest remained in the back area hidden for the time, in her own private room after feeding from a host, dismissing him to be on his own way as she read a book.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 1:49 pm
"Shall we start with a waltz, milady? Or perhaps something more modern?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 2:26 pm
"Modern, if you don't mind." Anya replied with a small chuckle. It was a wonder that Anya ended up so modern-minded about most things, whereas most other vampires tended to cling to older mindsets and fashions. Perhaps it was due to her value for freedom? Or perhaps it was simply because Anya really didn't hold many things dear to her heart from the time in which the rest of her clan still lived?
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 3:40 pm
"Very well." The vampire deftly twirled his mistress in a circle, and, holding one of her arms extended in front of them, and his other arm around her waist, guided her to the dance floor.
"We're starting off like this to draw attention, then we actually start dancing."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 4:37 pm
Anya was grinning broadly either way. She loved dancing, especially when it was with someone of pleasant company. "Very well~"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 6:14 pm
Neil laughed, and led his dance partner wildly around the dance floor, drawing the attention of several other dancers. Dip, spin, step spin, Neil thought, concentrating, but clearly enjoying himself.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2011 7:27 pm
Anya thoroughly enjoyed the attention they were getting, and it showed clearly on her face. She literally could not stop smiling she was having so much fun with it! Well, that was almost always the case when she was dancing, but still!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
