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Isaac
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Carnal Pleasures
« Thread started on: Feb 12th, 2007, 4:41pm » |
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It was so loud in the club, the bouncer didn't even register the sound of the door opening. It must have opened, for nothing else would explain the appearance of the tall, lean man that seemed to appear out of thin air at his elbow. The man was clad in heavy black boots, denim jeans with studded black leather belt, a black Fender t-shirt, a heavy black zipup hoody with a dragon stretching across the chest, and a black beanie with a gray dragon curling around the hem. Despite all of this heavy clothing, combined with the heat of all the dancing, grinding bodies on the dance floor, not one drop of sweat dotted his forehead.
"Sir, you have to pay the cover charge." The bouncer stuck out one beefy, muscular arm, his open hand resting against Isaac's chest as he prepared to get onto the floor. Instead of replying, Isaac simply looked down at the bouncer's hand, then up into his eyes. The bouncer, a former NFL linebacker and certainly no slouch, visibly blanched. Though Isaac's gaze was concealed by his golden-orange Oakley's... they carried a certain vindictive glow to them. A glow that wordlessly conveyed to the bouncer that, if he wanted to keep his arm, he would do best to remove it.
"Umm... nevermind." The bouncer said hastily, dropping his arm. Digging into his own pocket, he dropped a crumpled $20 into the cashbox on the short little counter next to him. "Its on me." He said, trying to smile but only succeeding in making his lip quiver like a small child's. Isaac nodded once with a thrust of his chin, "Good." He said, his voice carrying a strong Irish brogue, and continued into the throng of scantily-clad dancers.
Soon enough, women were draping themselves all over the mysterious gentleman with the equally mysterious aura, and through it all, his eyes glowed faintly...evilly.
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Kasdeya
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Re: Carnal Pleasures
« Reply #1 on: Feb 12th, 2007, 7:11pm » |
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Not long after the unknown male entered the Club, the doors opened up once more to admit one slender, athletic and most stunning female. She took a few steps inside and then stopped at the bouncer who’s had, though still a bit shaken from his last passerby, popped out once again as if in an automatic reaction, to claim the prize of the cover of $20 to gain access to the dance floor where all the bodies seemed to collide in some abstract dance formation with many twisting turning and sweating torsos. The woman, clad in all black from head to foot, her long reddish locks down and laying straight oabout her slender and most perfect completion, looked up at the man with her brilliant emerald eyes and smiled one of the most soft and welcoming smiles that the man had ever seen before in his entire carrier.
“I believe this excuses me from payment.” She stated and then plucked, from someplace in her attire, a card that glistened in the array of multicolored lights that flashed and spun about the place.
“Y, yes mamm go through, welcome to the club.” The bouncer stated with wide eyed astonishment. “Your table awaits you on the third floor.” He added, motioning to the stair to their right.
“Thank you.” She stated quietly and after flashing yet another of her bone melting smiles, she turned and walked away, her leather healed boots clicking on the hard floor, not heard by any in midst of the loud, thumping music of the club.
She walked past the one who had entered before her and flashed him a knowing smile, looking at each of his female companions in turn, her emerald eyes sparking with crimson flame that burned behind the green, perhaps some trick of the light in the club. “I hope you enjoy them…” She opened her lips as if to add to the statement but instead, closed her crimson lips and smiled again. “Oh, I know you will.” She ended, giving a little laugh as she turned and headed up the stairs to make herself at home on the third floor and a waiting glass of some crimson liquid that awaited her as she seated herself.
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