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 Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2018 2:15 pm
 Lothelion was leaning calmly on the balustrade of the balcony that overlooked most of his club. There were private areas up here, VIP booths and rooms, and it was a good place for him to watch over the action going on below, when he wasn't in the mood to go down and dance, or tend the bar himself. His staff did a fine job of that, and he enjoyed seeing people having their fun down on the dance floor. It was a good night at the club, tonight. The place was just the right amount of crowded... Not so bad that he might have to kick people out for safety's sake, but not so empty that the vibe was dulled down.
He glanced at his DJ, and grinned, seeing the man giving him lustful eyes... And shook his head. He did not sleep with the staff, ever. If this DJ didn't get the hint, soon, he might need to find another one. Also, the quiet spirit that was following him around was beginning to creep Loth out... The damn thing never tried to approach him, just watched the DJ with sad eyes. Loth looked away, before he could spot the spirit this time... It was harder, from a distance, especially in the club's low lighting.
Finally, he grinned and straightened up, before making sure his elegant clothes looked perfect tonight, then headed down the stairs and towards the tables just before the dance floor. He should go, make the rounds of his customers. It would be polite.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2018 11:16 am
Morgan was making her way over from the dance floor, her dance partner following closely behind. She was dressed up in one of her typical clubbing outfits; a shot golden dress that accented her eyes that plunged low in the front with a tasteful body chain to fill the space that was missing. She had no intention of keeping them company, but they insisted on buying her a free drink, and who was she to decline such a polite offer. She smirked to herself, making a note that this was the first free drink of the night and wondered how many more she could obtain. It was always a fun little game she liked to play, rotating from bars and clubs in the city different nights to see how much trouble she could get up to. The hybrid scanned the crowd, looking for the perfect 'get out of jail free card' to throw off her would be tag along. Her eyes fell upon the DJ, a cute thing they were, but that was a mission she wasn't ready to undertake. Getting up on stage could be a lot of work and this DJ was looking at someone in particular. They were making eyes at a cute winged fellow, not too far from her. Maybe she could make a game out of it? She smiled to herself at the thought. As soon as the drink was in her hands, she thanked them and turned to the object of the DJ's attention. "By the Nine, is that you? she tried to speak as loud as she could over the music to get their attention. "Why, it's been aaaages! Sorry, but I really must catch up with them!" By this time she had made her way over the the green haired hybrid, touching their harm gently and hoping they would play along. The former dance partner looked a bit dejected before walking off.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2018 5:36 pm
Loth was about to head towards the bar, and do something to get the crowd a little more energized when he heard a voice he didn't know calling out. He glanced around, spotting the nightmare that was speaking, and tried to figure out who she was speaking to. When he realized this utterly unfamiliar person meant HIM, his brows went up, though his expression did not show signs of anything other than surprise, which could be taken as 'surprise at seeing the other'. He watched the interaction, and had to control the urge to narrow his eyes.
Was she being harassed by the other man, and needed an out for safety? If so, he would HAVE to talk to his staff about keeping a better eye out for that. His club was supposed to be safe... People could come here, dance, drink, have fun... make plans to hook up (no one was allowed to hook up IN the club, that was unsanitary), but harassment, stalkers, and those who could not take no as an answer were unwelcome.
When she touched his arm, therefore, he gave her a friendly smile and said "It's been ages! How are you, darling?" He offered her his arm, and gestured toward one of the more private tables on this floor... He figured he could find out what was going on, and help her escape if needed. If not, he could try to figure out her game.
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