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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2022 11:40 pm
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The crisp winter barely had a chance to touch her before a large beige trench coat was engulfing her body with its warmth. The top half of her body until her thighs nested in its lining, while the rest of her legs were exposed to the element. The whole coat whiffed the scent of expensive cologne---begemot, lemon, and hints of jasmine and fig around her as she looked up at him, the Man in Black. “You are too sweet,”
Reira smirked while he tucked her hand back inside of his own, interweaving their fingers together, before guiding them to a more secluded spot away from passersby and the security he was so desperately trying to keep hidden from her. Her taking refuge with her back against the brick wall and with him looming over her body ever so gently. Now should’ve been the time when the redhead asked a couple questions, namely what his plans were for her and why he needed a security detail with guns. But he beat her to the push somewhat as he tried to cover his tracks with the gun thing by acting clueless about the whole thing.
Giggling at his attempt of throwing her off the conversation, Reira brought her free left hand up in front of his face. With her thumb and index finger, she formed a finger gun and tilted her head to the side. The redhead would squint one eye closed as she pretended to pull the trigger. “Bang. Bang. Bang.”
the onomatopoeia fell from her lips with such a playful ease to it along with a cute laugh, while putting the fake gun away again. She was so curious about the man right in front of her. How he made his money and his confidence of being able to afford her without her… “I know it’s probably a very dark secret that you won't tell me now why your boys have guns. But can you promise to tell me later, pretty please.”
the nineteen year old asked as she brought out the pouty lip for good measure. He did say he gave her anything she wanted.
Although, the redheaded succubus would learn the Man in Black was quite curious about some things about her as well. Namely, her age. When hearing the question about if she was too young to be at Neon made her want to laugh in his face. But his serious tone of voice and him gazing about her from head to toe as he reaffirmed this idea that if she was underage, then he would not entertain anything sexual because he was not a ***** or a perv really sold her on the fact that he thought she was much younger. If she really thought about her appearance, then she could imagine how he might get the impression. But he was being a really sour puss about tempting her again.
“I want to play a little game.”
she announced from thin air with a smile as she leaned closer to him, meeting him halfway in the space between them . “Guess my age and you win a prize either way. If you guess my age wrong, then we can have a one little kiss and I would never tell anyone. But if you get my age right, then you can be my daddy for tonight.”
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❀► [ｗｉｔｈ : The Man in Black ]❀► [ｗｈｅｒｅ : Neon Light ❀► [ｍｏｏｄ :Festive/Flirty]❀► Queen of Hearts + Twin Hearts + Heart Eyes with Pink Lips+Little Hearts Everywhere ❀► [Ｏ.ut Ｏ.f C.herries :hope you like this starter. And hearts everywhere
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2022 11:11 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2022 11:03 pm
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Reira noted how much she loved watching the shifting of color in his cheeks as she placed her left back hand against her side. The soft crimson undertones tinting his pale cheeks gently as the man’s deep blues that were once serious gleamed with curiosity. A small little smile adoring his lips as he gazed upon her. She guess it wasn’t everyday that a tiny pretty young thing was pretending to stick a giant man like himself up for crucial info. Beaming, the redhead succubus was delighted when the Man in Black finally gave in and promised to tell her his secret later.
“Yeah. a game that is a win-win scenario because I'm not some heartless monster.” Reira replied cutely as she noticed the man creeping his way, ever so closer, towards her. She felt a subtle squeeze of her right hand; the sensation of a fingers against her knuckles. Yet, the minx never broke away from looking up at him. It was just so intriguing to behold how the man’s demeanor transitioned from a relaxed aura to some more intentional and calculating in mere moments. Or that what the girl imagined as he never refused her invitation to play this game. He wanted to win and he was going to use observations to do so. Reira went on to let the Man in Black have his way with her as he examined anything he wanted about her. She would throw a cute expression his way as he remarked her cherry-red hair or her jawline and committed those details to his memory. But it wasn’t until he cradled her face in his hand and brushed his thumb against her lower lip that something stirred in the air. “And I don’t want to let my lipstick go to waste.” The succubus said softly. Her eyes gazed in both directions to make out the lack of distance between them…..
"I say..... .. hm.. -you're 17." he answered wrongly by two years.
Nevertheless, the fact didn’t matter too much as the young pretty thing stepped up on her toes, reached up with a single manicured hand to the man, and clutched his neck tie in her palm. Pulling him forward, she caught him in an unexpected kiss. The feeling of both hands wrapping around her tiny waist in a clear effort of securing that he was not going to crush her underneath with his body weight. Soft, sweet, and innocent was one way to describe this kiss. A pair of soft lips caressing another for just a moment or two in a pure display of affection. It was indeed the simple kiss that the girl had promised the man. Yet she ended the kiss by caressing the tip of her tongue along the man’s upper lip. An indication for him to know that she was wanting more if he did. “Be my daddy,” the redhead mused softly out as their own breaths were mingling in the air between them.
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❀► [ｗｉｔｈ : The Man in Black ]❀► [ｗｈｅｒｅ : Neon Light ❀► [ｍｏｏｄ :Festive/Flirty]❀► Queen of Hearts + Twin Hearts + Heart Eyes with Pink Lips+Little Hearts Everywhere❀► [Ｏ.ut Ｏ.f C.herries :
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2022 6:58 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2022 1:00 pm
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 ☇ [̲̲̅̅F][̲̅r][̲̅e][̲̅y][̲̅̅a] ✬ [̲̅A][̲̅s][̲̅t][̲̅o][̲̅t][̲̲̅̅l][̲̅e̲] ✬ x
You can't quit until you try
You can't live until you die
You can't learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie.
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↛ Freya chuckled and flexed her clawed fingers a bit as Akane commented on her having more where that came from. "That may be quite the understatement." Relaxing her hand again, she eyed her friend over the top of her glass as she took long drinks from it, waving a hand dismissively at her apology. "No apologies. Not for that." As much as she'd rather not think about the dumb blonde who seemed to weigh heavily on their minds for very different reasons, he was always there in the back of her mind, haunting her memories. "Annoying." She muttered in a deep growl, not loud enough for anyone to hear, especially over the music.
Setting her soon emptied glass down on the counter and motioning for another with a vague gesture of her hand to the bartender, she gave a small smirk to Akane as she leaned over the counter, her vibe quite similar to her own. Not that she had any issue with it. It actually was flattering in a strange way. She'd never had anyone really do something like that before when it came to her. Now in her time away from her homeland and the other outpost of Snow Leopards, she'd seen plenty of people mimic celebrities, parents or o friends of a sort, but no one had ever mimicked her. Or maybe she was reading too far into it? Shrugging a singular shoulder to herself, she pushed the thoughts away.
A snort type laugh came from her as she listened to Akane comment on her clothes, "I now wish I had thought of that when I left my house earlier. I'm sure I could have found something other than this drab in my closet." She vaguely gestures her clawed hand at herself before shrugging. Arching a fine brow curiously at Akane's mention of finding her something to change into, she decided it would be best to leave that one alone. Though curiosity prickled at the back of her mind as to where her young friend would acquire a wardrobe change.
As if on que, the group of men from before, including others now, shadowed by groups of people dancing and enjoying themselves, approached in a semi-circle form around Freya and Akane, they eyed Freya aggressively and she rolled her pale blue eyes at their dramatics. "Well well well boys...Looks like kitty has a friend now. The offer still stands to have fun with us. Or we can just do things the hard way. Your choice." As he spoke, the same man who nearly had his arm dislocated by Freya not that long ago, moved forward with an arrogance and strut like he'd already won the fight. Like she'd shrink back and give in to whatever he wanted because he proved himself alpha male or whatever bull s**t he had going through his alcohol addled mind. Knocking back the rest of her drink and making a soft hissing noise through her teeth at the burn of the drink, she set the cup down hard and turned fast to face him, his hang again, reaching out to touch her in a familiar manner she was not okay with. It was almost with deft ease her hand snapped out and deflected his touch before her other hand landed solidly against his chest, the obvious 'thud' from the impact audible up close. Stumbling backwards, he sputtered and spat as his earlier libido failed and turned to rage and heightened testosterone. "Fine you little b***h. The hard way it is!" He let out a growling man roar as he threw himself towards her, face red and angry. Freya looked at Akane quick and waggled her eyebrows mischievously before moving out of the way and giving him a quick kick on the back, sending him hard into the bar. Shrieks and shouts could be heard as the area around them cleared of regular people and all of his cronies started to close in around them.
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You can't breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you're the joke
There's nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive.
[❖: Mood][ Annoyed ][☀:Location][ Neon Lights ] [☂:I'm with][ Akane ] [✖:O.O.C.][....][✭Money:][500]
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2022 2:18 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2022 7:48 am
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 Darragh looked up against the front of Neon Lights. It wasn’t the usual hour people would go to a club, but it was busy nonetheless. The feline walked inside and immediately he walked into a wall of sound. Music, talking people, screams and yells. At first this had been a little overwhelming with his sensitive ears, but he was used to it by now and managed to focus better. Moving further inside he looked around at the people gathered in this place. Normally he would be looking for either blood or some ‘fun’. But he was well provided with both these days so he just came in to enjoy the music and atmosphere now. It didn’t take him long to spot Isa at the counter. Despite the changes in his life, the feline had still come here regularly, so it hadn’t been that long. Darragh walked to the counter and smiled. "Hello Isa, how is unlife treating you?" It was an innocent greeting, especially compared to his usual ways. But meeting Adram again and spending a lot of time with the kitsune had not left the feline unchanged. Darragh had become more playful, generally more cheerful and learned to really laugh anew over time. "How is Emi doing?" The blood demon sat down at the counter. Of course if Isa was busy he would leave them be until they had time, but he considered the man a friend as far as friendships go. Darragh was still getting used to that again: friends to hang out with, have fun with. Coming to the club with other reasons than his latest hunt for either feeding or more carnal desires, was something he had found a whole new joy in. He would wait patiently if needed as he thought to himself what to order as well. After all he didn’t just come here for dancing and music. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Home : Link]xxx[Profile: Link]
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[With : Isa] xxx
[Thinking : Things] xxx
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Sat Dec 17, 2022 8:54 pm
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 These are my credentials: Profile | I am a Lich | My: Voice |Attractive people come here: 1225 Pasadena | I've decided to occupy myself with this: Bartender at Neon Lights
Much as he wished he wasn’t, Isa had work today and there was no way he was going to weasel out of it, especially after nearly threatening murder if someone tried to call him in yesterday. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day and he had a girlfriend to try and impress, but more importantly they had celebrated his baby girl’s birthday. That last part had been enough to convince people not to bother him: they knew damn well that his baby was his life and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Murder and arson to make sure no one interrupted her day? Yeah, that was a distinct possibility. The cognitive dissonance had not been altered despite her new age: he had wished her a happy twenty-third and the cake had twenty-three candles, yet today he texted her every hour on the hour asking if she was doing ok. And if she didn’t respond within a few minutes? He’d call over and over until he finally got an answer. Maybe he could convince Val to stay over whenever he had to work? It would keep his heart from starting back up only to fail every hour. Damn it was tough being a mom.
He had heard back from her only a few minutes before, and so when Darragh entered the club he was looking his normal chill self. ”Welcome back, D. I can’t complain,” he said with a shrug. ”You?” He kept his comments short, not wanting to sway the conversation in any particular direction. It was part of being a bartender: listen when the customer wanted to talk, respond only when and how the customer wanted, and keep everything he heard to himself. Didn't always do so well on answering how the customer wanted, but the rest he aced. Before he could settle down with D an impressive rack approached the bar and asked for a fancy drink that sounded more like a strange writing prompt than anything someone would consume. ”Coming right up,” he responded with a mischievous grin. She flashed him a grin but was soon distracted by some girl she apparently knew. With a muffled sigh of relief Isa fixed the drink without a flashy show, yet still showed off his efficiency. Her drink was sitting on the bar waiting for her by the time she turned back around. She left him a five then sauntered off to talk with a group of people further off. ”She’s doing good. It was her birthday the other day. Can’t believe she’s the same age I was when I died.” He shook his head in disbelief, as if to further his point, before getting back to business. ”What can I get you?” Never was safe to assume even if it was safe to assume.
☆═━┈┈━═☆Current crew: Darragh ★ I've adopted this personality: Neutral ★ Am I available?: Not really ★ Wearing: Semi-formal ★ Some words from my handler: |
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2022 8:29 am
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The Bakeneko smiled when Isa replied, unperturbed by their curtness. The feline was used to it by now. He sat down near Isa. "Good to hear it is going well." A lot had been going on in Soleil, which made it seem like the place wasn’t as safe as you’d think after all. But then, that went for any place. "I’m doing really well lately. Though I sometimes have more free time on my hands than I know what to do with these days. It’s going well with my mate and my friend keeps me well fed with plenty of supply. So my hunting days are pretty much over." Despite it making life a bit boring at times, Darragh didn’t sound regretful. After all, life was better than it had been. Especially since he was reunited with his old flame. Before they could go into details though, if it was even necessary, a customer came by so the demon hung back while Isa did his job. Instead he looked at the cards to see if they had added any new drinks. There were of course the specials for the different races out there than humans, but while he loved the taste of rum with blood, he decided to pick something he had tried only once before. The cat looked up when he heard Isa turn back to him and he smiled softly. It sounded stressful. "Congratulations to your daughter and you, Isa. I hope you both enjoyed her special day." It was kind of an odd thing to think about a father being as old as his daughter (physically) but he didn’t comment on it as Isa changed the subject. "I’ll go for a Dark and Stormy as a start this time." His first order made the feline waited patiently for Isa to do his thing. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Home : Link]xxx[Profile: Link]
[Where : Neon Lights] xxx
[With : Isa] xxx
[Thinking : Things] xxx
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"Darragh Speaking"
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2022 10:55 pm
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These are my credentials: Profile | I am a Lich | My: Voice |Attractive people come here: 1225 Pasadena | I've decided to occupy myself with this: Bartender at Neon Lights
”Knowing where your next meal is coming from is too damn good a lifestyle to give up even if it isn’t as fun. Too much free time can drive you crazy, huh? Know the feeling. My advice is to find a hobby you can enjoy. Doesn’t have to be much, just something to occupy the extra time.” He wished he could take his own advice, but there just wasn’t anything he really enjoyed anymore that didn’t involve another person, and there was no one else in his life with quite the same open schedule as he had. Maybe he should give up on the “enjoy” part and see if there was anything useful he could be learning and/or practicing. ”Can’t say I hear the term “mate” used that way much these days.” If Darragh wanted to dismiss the comment he easily could, or he could choose to elaborate: the choice was entirely his. Isa would react nearly the same either way. ”I think she enjoyed the day, and as long as she’s happy I’m happy. But damn I can’t believe how old she is. Grow up too fast.” He doubted Darragh had any experience with raising kids, so he’d leave the comment at that, but hey he was open to continue if the demon was as well. Keep the customer happy, right?
”One dark and stormy coming right up.” Another thing he had learned to do was quickly figure out what would impress the customer. Some people liked it when he put on a show with fancy moves and all of that. Others didn’t care about the show and just wanted a damn good drink fast. Then there were some who wavered between the two extremes. Darragh was kinda in the middle but a bit closer to the serious end. To impress the cat, Isa needed to show maximum efficiency but still with flair, a fairly easy feat for one who had nothing better to do for hours on end. Every move he made was done with precision and all to maximize efficiency. In no seconds flat he had a perfectly neat drink placed before the cat boy. ’Enjoy.”
☆═━┈┈━═☆Current crew: Darragh ★ I've adopted this personality: Neutral ★ Am I available?: Not really ★ Wearing: Semi-formal ★ Some words from my handler: |
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2022 8:50 am
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Listening to Isa, the feline nodded but he didn’t speak until they finished. "That is definitely true, especially with my…condition." Darragh meant his bloodlust of course. A state of his being he always worked hard to avoid. If he went into that, he would lose all his sight of himself and he hated it. "It’s true it can get boring. I didn’t think of getting a hobby yet. Maybe I should see what is all out there." Perhaps he could find something he would enjoy. He blinked a bit when Isa spoke of the word mate and tilted his head. It was how they called it back when he was still just a demon. "How do they call it these days then?" he asked curiously. Hearing about Emi made him smile. He knew what she meant to Isa and it was good they enjoyed the birthday together. It even sounded like the Lich felt like saying a bit more. It was rare to Darragh, but he liked it, not that he could help with any advice. Even if he had a wish for kids, it wasn’t like he still could not to mention you needed a female for that. He ever preferred men. His thoughts were blown aside when he heard Isa about the drink and he smiled. "Thank you Isa." When the drink was placed before him, Isa always knew how to impress him, he tasted it. It didn’t taste half bad, it was his first Dark and Stormy. "Outstanding as always. By the way, do you have a hobby Isa?" Now the cat was curious. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ [Home : Link]xxx[Profile: Link]
[Where : Neon Lights] xxx
[With : Isa] xxx
[Thinking : Things] xxx
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The Committee Staff Vampire
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2023 11:28 pm
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These are my credentials: Profile | I am a Lich | My: Voice |Attractive people come here: 1225 Pasadena | I've decided to occupy myself with this: Bartender at Neon Lights
He could barely remember a time when he felt the pull of needs, closest thing he could compare to these days was his absolute dedication to protecting his girls. Or maybe that wasn’t particularly close. He wasn’t sure about such feelings anymore. ”Boyfriend or partner is what I hear most of the time these days, but call it what you will. All means the same, right?” He thought it did, but then again English wasn’t his first language, so perhaps he had gotten lost in translation. A brief nod was all the acknowledgement he intended to give the compliment. Sure it was nice, but this was his job and he had been doing it a while. Plus he’d always gotten the feeling straight-forward and plain was the way to go with the vampire. ”I’ve got a few,” he began before noting there was another group of customers approaching. ”Pardon me a moment.” As if flipping a switch his personality completely changed when a couple guys walked up to the bar. He knew them, or at least their preferences here, and knew they loved the hot showy bartender type. Running his hand through his hair, he approached the gents, the slightest hint of a smile gracing his lips. ”What can I get you gents to start with?” he asked as he slid over a drink menu. After he got their orders he made a show of mixing the drinks: juggling bottles, keeping ones up in the air til he needed them, rolling the glass down his arm, all sorts of absolutely unnecessary steps that looked pretty cool. It seemed he had read them correctly for they slipped over a one hundred percent tip each, which he may have let them slip into his pocket themselves. They enjoyed it at least. Once they had both left the bar he returned to Darragh. ”I’ve got hobbies: that’s how I learned bartending, I do my own tattoos often, I can play guitar, and I’ve learned a few languages. You interested in any, I can teach you.”
☆═━┈┈━═☆Current crew: Darragh ★ I've adopted this personality: Neutral ★ Am I available?: Not really ★ Wearing: Semi-formal ★ Some words from my handler: |
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