On Bartops and Laps, Fun.

[Korie]

Rhiyan's dark, feminine figure weaved through the many men who crowded the joint, lips playing a smirk of mischief that in truth lacked existence. Oceanic sight skimmed along the many masculine faces, spotting a few female regulars as well. A playful wink was sent in the direction of those she knew, her footsteps bringing her tall bodice onto a raised platform. An ever-present smirk was apparent on full lips, her eyes watching as many began to sit on the chairs nearby, their gazes skimming along her skimpy attire. Black leather miniskirt was accompanied by a teal satin corset, which complimented the many similar hued accents of her body. Her already towering height became ever more dominant with the knee-high 4 inch heeled boots that adorned her feet and calves. A silvery metallic microphone was brought to propped open lips, her voice sounding through the bar, “Hello gentlemen, and the few ladies that have graced us tonight,” she said with a slight nod in the direction where most of them sat, “Tonight is Activity Night, as all of you know.” Her smirk broadened along with most of the bar’s regulars. “We will be holding numerous contests, from chugging to our lovely dancers mud-wrestling, which happens to be a favorite of most. The staff of the Ginger Fox and I all wish you have a fun night, and go wild,” she spoke through the microphone, a few cheers coming from the already intoxicated bunch near the back. With a sigh of release, she handed the microphone to the announcer, taking a seat on one of the many couches along the walls.

[Darkduskk]

What a day, what a night. The latest hours had taken their toll on Fate once again. The latest assignment had nearly killed him and a few of his companions, something that he rather disliked having on the record. 'Least it wasn't his fualt this time. Tonight though, now that some personal time was in order, Fate would relax with a few drinks and maybe some unfamiliar company. Besides, he'd heard of a place the other night that he was rather interested in checking out.

His attire was casual tonight. Light gray, near white, button-up dress shirt and black fabric pants. Monotone as usual, he wasn't a man who took a great fancy toward colors. A short drive and a small walk got him to the Ginger Fox, and with relative ease, he pushed through the masculine crowd outside the door and into the smogy darkness within.

Taking his time to look over what he could, he walked in just as a taller woman mentioned 'fun night' and 'go wild'. In a way, thjose words sickened and excited him. He was in an odd mood this night. Looking over the crowd, he found that the majority of these people were of his sex. Male. This made him feel ...awkward... as he hoped this wasn't a gay bar, but seeing the small group of females softened the qeezy feel he'd attained.

Just a few drinks and he'd be out of there anyway. So, of to the bar he went. Flagging down the bar keep he ordered a margarita. When it came, he fingered the decorations that leaned against the side and stared into the liquid. Fate always had a paranoia about frinks from other people. As if they might have a bone to pick with him for something he did in the past.

What a long night, what a long hour.

[Korie]

Ah yes, the female stock sale was coming up soon, she thought with only slight interest, her gaze scrutinizing everyone who entered. One seemed exhausted, her sight lingering on him. He appeared to be one of the few who wore clothes of any formality, most wearing tee-shirts that bore the emblems of their favorite sports teams and comfortable slacks.

Her eyes followed him, though her attention was adverted to a quiet voice in her ear, “Miss Rhiyan, will you be participating in the auction?” asked a petite dancer who crouched near her seat. With thoughts that rarely focused on one topic alone, she often took to uncertainty, “Perhaps... Save me a slot?” The woman smiled, “Yes, of course.”

A yawn wove into her shallow breathing, gaze returning to the weary man. A childish giggle was stifled as he stared at his drink with suspicion. Being near the bar, she decided to address him, “It’s not drugged, Greg only does that to those who truly don’t need anymore to intoxicate them,” she toned, gesturing to a group of clearly drunk men, a smirk of amusement playing her lips. Greg was apparently the bartender.

[Harli]

ooc//Is this private?Or might I join with Tre,my emo guy?

[Darkduskk]

I don't think this is private... >.>

[Harli]

ooc//Ok...I just thought I'd ask...I've gotten 'yelled' at on another site....and they didn't put anything about it being private...XD

[Darkduskk]

Fate looked pver to the feminine voice slowly, his faint, coy smile growing in habit as he did. "Yes, well, even when you think you know a person, they can always catch a wild hair."

Her outift called, screamed aloud her work, and quite unintentionally, Fate's eyes wandered. Her curves, of course, catching his notice. INstead of thinking of sex immediately though, he questioned how comfortable her outfit was. His mind then wandered from that to female apparely and how tight most every form of clothing was these days. Not that tight was a bad thing, but sometimes he wondered where they'd draw the line.

And then another question came to him and there was no way he could possibly hold back from asking. His eyes focused on some 'object' that was laying on the floor not far from her feet. Squinting at it's wet, shinning surface - his question might catch some offguard. Especially how he put it so bluntly and straight forward. "That isn't a condom, is it?"

His face quavered in its stability as he stared at it a bit more. Sick. People were grotesque... disgusting. Not that he was any exception to that, nor did he have any right to judge, but... one could a least throw that crap away.

He quickly looked back to his drink, swished the liquid in the glass and brought it to his lips for a quick swig. It tasted fine, nothing unusual and maybe this time he made it lucky and this tender had nothing against him. Setting the glass down, his steady gaze set on the tiny umbrella once more. His thoughts shifting to something other than the girl that had spoekn to him and the object that laid on the floor.

He should've stayed home. He was too tired to even focus on one thing.

[Korie]

(Yeah, thats fine ^-^ Be forewarned though, Rhiyan has a fetish for emo boys XD Even says so on her page)

[Harli]

A slim male sat at the bar with a frown upon his face.He appeared to be 20,stood at 6'2,and weighed 170 pounds.His skin was a shade of pale cream and his chin length,black hair covered his right eye.The other shone a dark greenish blue color.The hair that covered his eye was a darker shade of that same green blue....He was wearing a black hoodie with a white,broken heart where his own heart was,old,ripped jeans,and black and white Vans shoes.Following behind his moving form was a thin,black,whip like tail with a hard,triangular tip that was the same color as the green of his hair.Floating closely to his back were black bat wings that appeared to be dipped in the green as well....He quickly glanced at his black fingernails,which he had painted earlier that day...Hmm...his name...Tre.He sighed,looking around.The male took a sip of the weird green and black concotion infront of him...a drink of his own design...Eh...he didn't come here for whores....only booze...as it seemed to take some of his pain away....but then again....being a fallen angel only provided pain....pain and depression...Oh well....He took another sip of the drink.Tre turned around and looked at all of the others in the Ginger Fox...This would be his first time here...Turning around yet again,he finished off the alcohaul and sighed once more....

(XD...He's a good looking Emo too...or at least in my opinion....XD)

(Picture on Hauntspectre's look up,courtesy of MissC.)

[Korie]

Her eyes widened at the questioning outburst, cheeks flushing with a hue comparable to the deepest red rose. Rising to her feet, she looked about, searching for the man in charge of keeping the bar clean. “Raoul, didn’t I tell you that this place is supposed to be spotless!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, a shaking Latino man immediately popping into the scene. Her face softened at the sight of his frightened state, her head shaking slowly. “I’m not going to fire you or anything, just make sure our customers don’t become so easily acquainted with darker side of the bar,” she said, gently patting him on the shoulder and returning to her seat. Biting her lip, she turned to him, “My apologies, I only run what happens out here, what my brother permits beyond the back doors I have no say in. Now, how about a few drinks on the house? That is, if you even trust the ‘house’,” she remarked with a melodic chuckle.
Her attention briefly flickered to the many that had recently entered, a devilish grin appearing as a drifter of her type entered. Though she acknowledged him for a moment, she had to return her focus to the man in front of her. “Oh, and don’t look at me the way you were a few moments before, I’m not for sale,” she stated, trying to maintain some dignity.

[Darkduskk]

He shook his head to the offer. "I only came here for a quick downer. Thanks anyway."

He luaghed as she scolded him for looking her over. His head tilting upward though his eyes stayed on the little umbrella in his drink. "Look Miss, I'm not interested in you that way - and don't take that offensively." He finished his drink with one last swig before looking at her. "I was wondering how you could possibly wear that. However, I'm now curious how you can scold someone for looking at you when you wear an outfit like that in the first place."

He luaghed softly to himself and shook his head, "Either way, yes Ma'am."

[Korie]

(Should I wait for Dez?)

[Darkduskk]

Up to you. I dunno if she has something in mind or not.

[Harli]

Tre sighed and lay his head down on the bar.The alcohaul wasn't helping him tonight....
great....He sighed as the bar tender set another glass of his drink down infront of him.

"Thanks..."he mumbled in a cool,depressing tone."I might need something stronger though...."

He rose his head again and grabbed the glass.He turned around to face everyone else again,drinking his booze all the way...His dull eyes scanned the room,looking for anthing of interest....and he instantly spotted Fate and Rhiyan....It was true...one could not help but examining the femme's attire....which he found very...different...

[Darkduskk]

Ha, nevermind x3