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The first thing she noticed, besides the booming music, was the decor of the building. A general purple glow cascaded along the walls with hints of blue and the occasional green being smattered about to change up the look here and there. Sconces adorned the walls with flickering light bulbs that matched hanging chandeliers. All of it added a dark, dungeon-esque feel to the whole place with the rough exposed brick in places and peeling paint in others. A large bar adorned a long wall up a small platform and emphasised with large arches, giving the feel of almost another room. Two spiral staircases led up to a balcony where seating could be located which looked down upon the general dance floor below. Another, smaller bar, was located above as well.

Overall, the general feel of the place was pleasing to Gwen. Besides the decor and attire, the club was just like any other club from what she could see. Perfect. She’d been missing the clubbing scene. And thanks to Isaiah’s help she was dressed to impress in a sheer off the shoulder black top, black bra, waist cincher, short skirt, lace leggings, and tall thigh-high heeled boots that laced down the back. Her hair she had let hang down naturally but she’d come prepared with a hair tie on her wrist which was carefully hidden by black lace tied in a bow. She had to admit, Isaiah had fantastic taste in clothes. She was surprised by the large amount of styles that the Gothic fashion included. She would have had no clue when shopping what to put together with what.

Once inside and on the dance floor, Gwen turned and grinned at Isaiah, the necklaces around her neck clicking together with the movement. “Now I can see why you like coming to places like this! It’s really interesting!” She said, leaning into him so he could hear her over the music which her body was already moving to. “Want to get drinks first?” She brushed her red hair away from her face as she glanced over at the bar that was not overly crowded, yet. The night was still young.

Isaiah felt both pleased and impressed that his roommate accepted his offer to go shopping for a rather fringe club scene. On the whole, she took the experience well and fell into character without qualms. She looked great, too - while Isaiah had been quite covert about it, he checked her out more than a few times during fitting room sessions. And now, with the full ensemble put together, he felt it terribly tempting to chance a glance down her shirt (especially as she leaned into him, and he wondered if she knew he was helpless when girls lean into him).

Happily he replaced some clothes of his own while out shopping - black leather pants that fit him at his current size, and laced down the front of the thighs coupled with chain-infested boots kept the lower half of his look tight and form-fitting. His top was of asymmetrical cut at the hem, far more loose and accepting of movement beneath the collection of belts around the chest. The shirt itself bore a logo - indistinct in its complexity, perhaps, but the red and blue pops of color proved useful accents. Rivets ran the length of the tank top straps. Jewelry carried the accent colors in the form of a red record label bracelet on one hand and a set of choker and necklaces fitted with blue velvet and lapis lazuli cross. Makeup finished the look with a messy black shadow and red undertones.

Wait until she’s drunk to look down her shirt. “The more tipsy we are, the easier it is to dance to everything,” he returned over the beat. The club was reasonably crowded at an early hour, belying a need to stay close to one another around peak hours if they didn’t want to get separated. The DJ played an uncommon mix of hits from gothic music and industrial with electronica influences, providing an easy environment for dancing. A cluster gathered upstairs in the seating area around the upstairs bar with fewer people underneath; those looking to settle into conversation already committed to their choice, apparently.

Isaiah took her wrist to weave through the crowd, keeping a loose grip as he went. Navigating around moving bodies always proved difficult, and he caught the distinct and acrid stench of meth off of one of the dancers, but forced himself to move on. His heart raced, however, and he set his jaw as he passed. Reaching the bar afterward was a matter of determination - a drink to stave off visceral need would see him through the night in some form of sober. Ducking around the last of the crowd left them at the uniquely cathedral-esque bar, looking down a beautiful and busty vampiress for their bartender.

Ordering drinks was a matter of greeting and picking his poison (whiskey and coke, he decided, from their tantalizing selection), which left only Gwen to choose. The bartender wasn’t carding on this night, which sped up the drinks process significantly.

”Fair enough!” She called over the music, quite ready to get a drink and begin the night’s festivities. And, as Isaiah had pointed out, the music would become all that much easier to dance to with a little bit of alcohol in their systems. Truthfully though, she’d find anything easy to dance too as long as it had a good beat to it, and with how crowded the place was already she anticipated that dancing would be quite close. And, oddly enough, the thought of dancing with a guy, and up close at that, didn’t bother her for a change. She had made a promise to herself to just enjoy the night, and the atmosphere of the club was helping with that. A little alcohol and who knew where the night would go.

As Isaiah grabbed her wrist, Gwen obliged in following him. She took the opportunity to appreciate the tightness of his pants from behind as they pushed their way through the crowd. Gwen would have never chosen leather herself but she was highly enjoying the fabric on her roommate. It hugged everything just right in her own personal opinion and Isaiah had the body to show off. Thankfully, Isaiah was too focused, she hoped, on navigating through the crowds to notice her obvious looks.

She wrinkled her nose as they passed an odd smell. She’d encountered it off and on before in clubs in New York but it was never often enough for her to bother learning what drug it belonged to, since she was certain it was a drug. Marijuana, on the other hand was discernable enough to her, but that particular smell was vacant at the moment.

Finally they reached the bar and Gwen was a bit put out that her covert stares would need to come to an end. When did I start staring at men again like this? Ah well. It was certainly nothing to complain about. Looking was safe. She moved to his side and leaned against the bar as she studied the plethora of bottles at the bartenders disposal. She opted, like Isaiah, to start off simple and ended up ordering the same as him. Whiskey was a drink she chose to only have at clubs as it tended to loosen her up a bit too much when stuck sitting at a bar where she would resort to talking anyone’s ear off. Here, she had a physical way to channel that energy.

“So is this one of your normal haunts?” She questioned him, thankfully not needing to yell quite as loudly but still needing to be fairly close to be heard. “I never hit up clubs like this in New York.” Hell, with Matthew she’d never gone to clubs. He had been too possessive of her and worried she’d go off and dance with anyone else but him. Just going out to bars was a hassle and never usually ended well for her once Matthew had gotten drunk. Even after they broke up it had taken her awhile to want to go out and socialize again and even then she never was able to just relax and enjoy herself until a year or so ago. “My friends tended towards the typical style, pop and dub-step type. Nothing as visually interesting as this!”

When the drinks arrived Gwen pulled the money needed from her bra (because where else was she going to keep it?) and paid for both their drinks. “Thanks for getting me to come out tonight!” She needed this. Terribly. And she wasn’t sure Isaiah realized how much a night out was appreciated.

The bartender was beautifully fast in returning the mixed drinks, and the method of pay was intriguing enough for commentary. “What else do you keep in there?” He asked, pointedly not looking directly at her chest, but her face instead (peripheral vision, he found, was a blessing). He did not linger on the comment, however; moving on was important in avoiding an awkward segue.

Moving to the side of the bar, Isaiah flagged Gwen over to make room for coming patrons. “I wish a place like this was one of my usual haunts, but rumor tells that the owners wanted to create an artificial rarity here. It’s a pretty specialized place, so it’s lacking a lot of versatility as a venue, but it’s also only open seasonally. Through the other times of the year, its use goes to more private affairs, I think. Most of that’s hearsay, but I’ve definitely never seen it open to the public for clubs more than once a week in the winter months. No one knows the real reason why.” New York held more of a market for such locales, Isaiah imagined, and he personally visited more than one club of impressive magnitude that dealt in these styles. However, this Destiny City venue was unique for the cultural background it boasted, morbid tales, and increasing gothic cultural interest.

Isaiah took a long draw of his drink before he continued. The punch of whiskey greeted him roughly, but went down smooth. “You don’t find a lot of locations like this widely advertised. Most of the culture is word-of-mouth and message boards. I only heard about this one from a friend of a friend who used to live here. If you like it, I can show you plenty more.” Exploration of counterculture clubs with a willing friend proved one of the best (and safest) scenarios for scouring the scene. Even if they weren’t arriving as a legitimate couple, they could count on each other to provide social backup in tricky situations.

Her thankfulness toward prying her away from the apartment earned a laugh. He liked Gwen, despite her homebound tendencies. He found it refreshing to watch her light up in new places - an excitement he did not often witness from her. “If you really want to thank me, you can dance with me when these are done.” He tipped his drink toward her lightly, then returned to drinking down as much of it as he could tolerate in one go. Leaning against the side of the bar, Isaiah braced one hand against it while he pounded down his drink.

For as expertly mixed as they were, in-house drinks were much too expensive.

Gwen raised a brow before laughing at Isaiah’s comment and rather obvious intent to not look where she had pulled the money from. She found the sentiment endearing, though expected that eyes wanted to roam. Truthfully she’d expect no less considering that what she was wearing didn’t hide much with her black bra on full display beneath the sheer top. “Oh, you know, not much besides the obvious.” She grinned.

At Isaiah’s flagging, Gwen moved away from the bar, careful to keep her drink from spilling as she slipped past other people wanting to order drinks. The amount of people in the club was quickly growing. It was going to be a busy night here. Lifting her drink she took a sip from it and smiled. Perfectly mixed and thus well worth the price. With her own limit on drinking whiskey she appreciated a well mixed drink with it. “That’s interesting. I know that there are clubs in New York that are open all the time with themes like this one.” Then again, she doubted DC had such a high demand for such clubs. Sure it was busy tonight but that was probably attributed to the fact that the place was only open as a club for short periods.

“Oh definitely! I’d love to see some other places! We’ll have to make plans.” And she was dead serious. If things like this were what Isaiah were into she could quite happy catch onto the culture. It was an amazing change of pace from the clubs she was use to roaming in New York with her friends and, in a way, felt completely new and disconnected from her past. A welcome breath of fresh air.

Even as she worked on her drink, Gwen’s body moved gently to the beat of the music. So when Isaiah mentioned dancing she smirked. “Oh, that’s not a problem at all.” With a laugh she joined him in chugging down her drink which was an act that would swiftly end up going to her head but there were absolutely no regrets. The young woman was high on excitement, adrenaline and soon to be tipsy from alcohol and was enjoying every last second of it.

Ice cubes clinked in her empty glass. She’d be ordering another one but first she wanted to dance. She leaned into Isaiah and reached around him to deposit her empty glass on the bar behind him, an act that led to her pressing against him but she made no comment to it. Instead she grabbed his own empty glass and placed it next to her own and grabbed his hands. “Time to repay you.” She winked. “Let’s get to that dancing!” With a laugh she tugged gently at his left hand before leading him out onto the floor.

Bodies were pressed in all around and needless to say that dancing was a difficult thing to do unless you were comfortable being on top of people. Finding a relatively open space, big enough for the two of them, Gwen stopped and turned to face Isaiah, personal space a thing of the past for the night. Hips swayed as she ran her hands through the hair to push it away from her face before losing herself to the music. It wasn’t long until the alcohol began its’ work and Gwen let herself completely relax which led to her moving against Isaiah, hand roaming herself and him in the process as she danced with him.

The casually delivered news that Ice’s condo had BURNED DOWN made Sidney start, nearly choking on her straw before she dropped it out of her mouth and set the glass down on the bar.

“Jesus ********, Ice!” She said, her bi-colored eyes widening. Gwen had placed herself conspicuously between them at the bar, but Sid leaned around her to slide her fingers down the taller man’s arm. There was genuine concern on her face, the drink and the club momentarily forgotten. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Had he been in the condo at the time? Had he been out? Was it faulty wiring, the stove left on, a jealous lover or dealer leaving a message? How much had the fire taken? Everything?

“You should have called me…” Her thin fingers were gentle as they curled around his wrist, feeling his pulse through the veins on the soft underside. “Rob would have let you stay, and you know I would have helped… however much I could…”

It wasn’t like he hadn’t bailed her out often enough, or been there when things went sideways. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t been there for him before, even as frazzled and panicked as her help often was in situations of stress.

“I’m glad you had some kind of help, though.” She said finally, her dark brows with their silver studs drawn together in a worried frown. She really, sort of badly, wanted to curl her fingers between his, the way they used to. The thought that he could have gone up with his condo was… sobering, killing the buzz she had been fostering. Her eyes flicked to Gwen finally and her smile was warmer, less playful and more serious.

“You’re good, for being there for him. I know I don’t really have any place to say it, but you know. Thanks, from me too. The music he listens to isn’t so bad… you get used to it. And you can always make him make it up to you in other ways.” Sid chuckled, finally pulling her hand back and curling her own fingers together. It helped quiet the want to wrap an arm around his waist.

The physical gestures were accepted in stride; they soothed, and yet he did not want to appear overly stressed by the event. Recently it left him exhausted and bitter to think of it beyond his usual dry humor, and he elected against elaborating on the fire in more seriousness. Sid’s hand on his wrist earned a squeeze of her own before her grasp retreated. “Oh, you know,” he paused to shrug with a single shoulder, “some jealous cockblister stalks me home and sets my place on fire. I wasn’t home, but I lost all my stuff and she took my cat to a friend’s place as some kind of threat. It’s… Really complicated. I don’t want anyone involved who isn’t already a part of it.

“Which is why I didn’t contact you, by the way - it was easier to stay with the person who was involved until I was certain I wouldn’t spread all the attention around. And, Gwen’s offer kind of fell out of the blue - I intended to couch surf until the insurance company settled with me, but that’s looking like a several-months-long affair…

“But,” he paused to wave the topic away, “talking about it sours our drinks, and not in the lemon drop way.” To prove his point, Isaiah took a sip of the drink he clutched in iron grip. “I’m fine, Tastykake is fine, and things will work out eventually. Or they won’t, in the case of the insurance, but I’ll still be alive nonetheless. It’s not like I lost my business in all that.” Which would be far more of a travesty for me than for Kam. I doubt she’s interested in anything I have to offer; I’m just an accessory to Kamboja. Unless she starts stalking me again and finds out about Scholomance. Everything seems to be closing in on my identity scheme.

Sid luckily lightened the mood with an offhand comment over his less wholesome reparations for his loud music. Cocking a brow, Isaiah bumped Sid with his hip to set her off balance. “I don’t think she’s that kind of person, Sid. Now, wasn’t she asking you about your club history? You should tell her a bit about how you’re the next hot DJ. I’m sure she’ll be impressed.” Another sip chased away the jitters that found home in the tips of his fingers. It wasn’t enough, but it would last him through the night if he fed the steady habit.

“Let’s get to a table, though - my leg is getting sore.” The upper level still fostered some tables by the balcony, so he made a beeline for the stairs.

It was blatantly apparent that Sidney was quite familiar with Isaiah. Familiar in a way that was making it hard for Gwen to suppress the jealousy that was blossoming in her. The little caresses and physical interaction between the two led the redhead to watch in dismay. How far had their relationship gone? Probably very far and she could only assume something was still between them. Turning to her own drink, Gwen took several long gulps of the whiskey and coke, enjoying the warmth that spread through her body and helped ease the emotions bubbling up inside of her. Despite her attempts to not look upset or uncomfortable, Gwen clutched her glass with both hands.


Gwen couldn’t fault the girl for being worried about Isaiah. After all, she had initially asked him to move in with her because she had been worried as well. That’s what friends were for after all, even though she had only met the man once before her invitation. In fact, when Sidney turned to her, expression much more open and warm, Gwen felt a small pang of guilt for her emotions. “Well I couldn’t ignore the fact he needed help. And it worked out well for the both of us in the end, I think.” She forced a smile, before raising the glass back to her lips. The clink of ice, and a few gulps later indicated the short glass was void of any more alcohol.

“Well, you’re free to stay with me as long as you need, which I believe I’ve mentioned before. So, there’s no need for couch surfing. I can’t imagine it would be the most comfortable thing to do long term.” Her smile warmed when she looked at him. “We really do get along fairly well despite little grievances.” She shrugged and slipped between the two of them to place her glass on the bar. Eyes drifted down the bar to the vampiress who had been tending to them. It didn’t take long until Gwen was able to reorder and have another glass in her hand.

Turning back around, she leaned against the bar and took a sip of her new drink. An important question was on her lips when Isaiah mentioned finding a table. The libations were doing their job with making the lightweight feel fuzzy and impervious to her uncomfortable shoes, but she readily agreed, knowing that Isaiah’s hips was still on the mend, despite how old the injury was. “That sounds great.” She moved quickly to put herself between Isaiah and Sidney as they ascended to the balcony. This proved to have the double benefit of not only separating the two for a moment, but also give her another wonderful view of his a** which she appreciated. Thankfully there were still a few tables free, and once Isaiah found one that suited him, Gwen dropped down into a seat beside him, placing her glass on the table. She noted, as she looked at the liquid, that the glass was already half empty, or half full depending on how you looked at it. None-the-less she didn’t remember drinking that much of it. Glancing down the balcony she scoped out the bar which was, thankfully, a little less crowded than the one downstairs and not that far away. Perfect.

With that fuzzy feeling growing Gwen leaned back in her chair, her glass once again clutched in her hand. “So, how do you know each other?” And, there it was. The question she had been wanting to ask but afraid to. It just tumbled from her numb lips.

The short woman made a noncommittal sound as he brushed off the incident and explained why he hadn’t contacted her. It made sense, in a fashion they both understood too well. They knew people in their shared history who didn’t blink at committing crimes like that. If anything, Sid was relieved it hadn’t been worse. There were so many worse things she could imagine, things easy to find in any major city with a high enough crime rate. D.C. was certainly that.

She let the topic drop as he moved it to other things, not all that against it. He said he was okay and digging into it would only ruin what had started out as a promising night. It was easier to focus on the fun. When Ice bumped her with his hip it sent her stumbling in her tall heeled boots and she shot him a mock threatening look, her lips pulled back from her fangs in a playful snarl. She might have retaliated, save the red-head had slipped between them to get another drink. Sid took it in stride and when Ice asked for a table, she followed gamely along, even as she was forced to bring up the rear as they mounted the stairs. Her chance came though, when Gwen moved to take a seat by Ice.

Snaking a hand out across the space, Sid pinched him, just below the curve of his a** where it met thigh and towards the space between them. It was, perhaps, a more intimate action than most would consider proper… but old habits died hard, and when had they ever been proper with each other, even in public?

Sid was smug when she slipped into her own seat, throwing one thin leg over the other to bounce her boot under the table. At least, she was smug until the question dropped from Gwen’s pretty lips and she became suddenly acutely aware that Ice had been here with another woman. Not that something like that was strange, or jealousy provoking, but she had not really bothered to ask what their relationship was. ‘Roommates’ could mean a lot of things, but she had assumed it meant ‘people who happened to live with each other’ and little more than that. A cast glance with odd colored eyes caught a tightness around the red-head’s eyes and mouth and it made her wonder suddenly, which made the question… rather a delicate one.

“Oh, um…” Sid shifted in her seat as she switched her glass hand and tucked cold fingers between her thighs to warm them. “Ice and I met back when I was in highschool.”

She cast a look over to her Ex and considered. How much to reveal? How much had Ice told her of his past? Sid was sensitive to relationship dynamics, but really… their relationship had always been an open one. Surely that much about Ice hadn’t changed; and if they were actually together, Ice would have said ‘girlfriend’ or something like that... so in the end, why bother hiding anything? Either it was fine because Ice had an open relationship, or it was fine because they didn’t have a relationship at all. And besides that… its not like they weren’t past the messy part now, working slowly on being friends again.

Sid shrugged it off and let her smile grace her face again, opting for an edited account.

“We were together for a while, a couple of years, and were thinking about making things legal, but it didn’t work out. We went our separate ways and when I happened to move to D.C., I found Ice here already. I like to think we’ve settled into being friends now and maybe he’s forgiven me my assholery.” She rolled her glass in her fingers as her smile turned self-deprecating. “As Ice has been hinting at, I'm a DJ by trade, and I like to think a pretty good one since I almost always have another gig lined up. You asked about clubs before and you could say they're sort of like my natural environment, really. I play at them and come to have a good time. I'm here because it's the hot topic these days and I wanted to check it out. I came with a few friends, but they all found hook ups and wandered off.”

Sid laughed softly. “I was starting to wonder if I was going to get lucky tonight, until I saw you two.”

The question asked led Ice to chew the inside of his lip momentarily. He swirled his drink around gently while he listened to Sid unwind the heavily edited tale of their lives together - thankfully omitting the drug affairs, open relationship drama, and terrible life choices. Isaiah was not ashamed of the life he led, yet he was keen to know how easily it found judgment from other people - normal people, he termed them, which Gwen still seemed in part. Offending her with his vitriolic life choices may send him right back out of the apartment.

“That’s the long and short of it.” Ice drained his whiskey and coke for a solid buzz, licking his lips afterward. One of his tongue rings clicked against a tooth. “That was about… What, a year and a half ago now? In any case, I think we’ve both discovered that we make better friends than lovers. Ever since I moved down here, I’ve been running into Sid pretty consistently. We’ve gotten used to each other again.” The self-slighting comment she aired was a little disconcerting, however, as he never thought Sid’s actions required any kind of forgiveness. Instead, he touched her leg under the table with his foot.

“You see any good prospects in the crowd, Sid?” He gestured toward the balcony railing with empty glass still in hand. Only his pinky unfurled enough to point. “There were a couple hot guys up front that looked pretty straight and willing. I also saw a pair of breeders making out near the downstairs bar that might enjoy some company. Unfortunately, though,” he paused to set his glass on the table, “Gwen here’s the only hot and eligible female in the club, and I don’t think she’s that into girls.” A wicked smile crossed his face as he looked toward Gwen with eyebrows raised, as if daring her to contradict him.

“This year’s round is a little bit dead, since they failed to get some of the big names back in town for performances. They’re also missing the little pockets of entertainment that made it closer to Carnival than just a straight club. They’ve still got a fabulous bartender, though. Don’t you think?”

If Gwen had been sober she would have taken note to the change in atmosphere when she voiced her question. But sober she was not, and the little nuances were completely missed. Still, the answer to her question was not what she had actually expected. She had thought that the two of them were perhaps still involved with each other in some way. Of course, she would have never thought that they had been a legit couple, and a couple that had almost tied the knot. That made Gwen’s fuzzy mind begin to wonder if Isaiah had always been so open with relationships, but that was a track of thought that was too much for her to focus on at the moment.

“It’s nice that the two of you are able to get along after splitting. I can’t say the same for some other people.” Wasn’t that the truth? Gwen’s mind began to shift to memories of her and Matthew. In a hasty attempt to block that train of thought, she downed her drink and forced herself to pay attention to Sidney and not to ghosts of the past.

“Hmmm, that’s an interesting job for sure. So you know the best clubs around here then I would assume?” Gwen played with the straw in her empty drink. The ice cubes, which didn’t have much chance to even melt, clinked about pleasantly. “I use to enjoy hitting up clubs in New York when I lived there. Since moving here, I’ve...neglected the scene. Isaiah was kind enough to drag me out tonight though, much to my delight.”

With a quick topic change to finding prospective hookups for Sidney, Gwen glanced at the bar. There were quite a few open spots and the bartenders looked fairly caught up on orders. Her own thought process meant she had drifted away from the conversation at hand. It wasn’t until she heard her own name that Gwen turned to look at Isaiah, a smirk on her face. “Now, I don’t believe we’ve ever discussed my tastes. I wouldn’t go making assumptions about anything.” She stood up from her chair, eyes still on Isaiah as the warm feeling and slight dizziness from her drinks went ignored. A smirk still on her face she turned from the table and moved towards the bar a sashay to her hips.

She slipped into the open space at the bar, and put her glass out. A male bartender with dark brown hair and gray eyes sporting both leather pants and a sleeveless vest that shower much of his physique quickly walked over. “A Whiskey and coke please.” The bartender smiled back at her and tipped his head. “Coming right up, red.” Gwen chuckled. Turning to the side, using the bar to lean on, Gwen glanced back at the table noting Isaiah and Sidney were both in conversation. Wonder what they’re talking about? Catching up on things, perhaps? “Whiskey and coke for ya.” Gwen pulled herself from her thoughts to offer another smile at the bartender. Pulling out her money, she paid him before snatching up the drink and heading back to the table.

At this point, going on drink four, Gwen’s inhibitions were gone. She was running on liquid courage and was quite happy to let it direct her movements. As she returned to the table, instead of dropping back into her chair, Gwen walked up behind Isaiah, a hand trailing across his shoulders and neck, before she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. Promptly she made herself comfortable in his lap, an arm draped around his neck while her free hand held her drink. “So, having fun catching up?” She questioned, her heated gaze meeting Isaiah’s as she spoke.

Sid's posture eased as they settled into lighter conversation, shifting topics to one thing she was far more interested in: sex. She felt Ice's foot beneath the table and responded in kind, sliding the toe of her boot up the inside of his calf to bump against his knee and the inside of his thigh.

"No one has caught my eye so far, but if I had to chose, there are a few that look promising." She laughed as she set her glass down and leaned over, catching her elbow on the railing so she could lean over it, half out of her seat. "I was kind of hoping for a woman tonight..."

The short woman glanced back over her shoulder as Gwen came back at Ice with a tart reply and a smirk teased at her lips, watching her sashay away to get another drink.

"Are you tapping that?" Sid asked, her eyes mischievous. "Because if you aren't, I suspect she wants you to be."

She chuckled as she folded her hands on the railing and set her head down on them, her mouth half buried in her thin knuckles. Her smile still peaked out and she leaned in her chair, rocking it up onto it's two side legs.

"She's feisty, but maybe a smidge jealous. I bet she goes off like a firecracker in bed." Sid's eyes unfocused at that mental image and she nibbled her lower lip with a fake fang.

She was back by the time the redhead returned and Sid watched with amusement as she planted herself very obviously in Ice's lap. The whole thing spoke strongly of staking a claim to ward off competition and that, if anything, just made Sid grin wider. After a moment, she rocked and let her chair fall to thump onto all four legs, using the motion to push herself up onto her feet. Her fingers fished in her glass as she came around the table, eyes bright with mischief, and she leaned down to put her mouth close to Gwen's ear. As she did so, she snuck a hand around behind her and reached to touch a cube of ice from her drink against Isaiah's neck, wetting the skin with water and alcohol-laced tea.

"We were, but you wanna try something more fun?" She purred, her voice low enough to enhance it's natural rasp. "Just lean over and bite him, right here. I promise, he'll like it and his reaction will be amazing."

Welcome Ladies and Gentleman. The part of Shoulder Devil tonight will be played by Miss Sidney James.