Opportunity Nox (Open)

[ladyevelette]

Evelette stalked down the dampened streets, the leather boots splashing through various puddles and other pockets of filth. She paid it no mind. The overwhelming stench of the near bloodless humans and the filth that scattered the streets made her crinkle her nose in disgust as they clawed at her ripped up jeans, begging for any spare coin she might drop their way. Finally fed up with the insistent begging, she dragged one poor soul down an ally. His screams died as quickly as they came as she cooled her hunger and her irritation.

A long moment later she righted herself and left the decaying corpse to rot, brushing her hands along her mouth to clear any traces of remains she might have missed. She had no real destination in mind. She had been scouting for the last few weeks to find out where it was safe for her to travel and which areas she should avoid like the plague.

She paused as her eyes caught the bar Skin and she tilted her head slightly to the right, a habit she had never been able to rid herself of. She did it subconsciously whenever she was pondering something. One of the humans she had snagged as prey had told her feebly that Skins was a place that accepted all species, and she was curious if he had been telling the truth.

The door swung open easily and Evelette stepped into the dimly lit bar. The music thrummed, the girls spun as if their lives depended on it and the smell of alcohol was heavy in the air. It took her overly sensitive senses a moment to adjust and as soon as she had she pushed her way to the bar, working between the crowds. She pulled the leather jacket a bit closer to her body and sat in a vacant seat around the bar.

"Something cheap and strong doll, not all of us make our money spinning around a pole." Evelette purred, her French accent coming in strong. The bartender grinned as he accepted her money and went to make the drink.

[hugo]

A slow night. The takings wouldn't be bad, though. Not with the best of Hugo's girls performing so well. He had filled the position of the performer with Belinda Tiernan, and that girl could hold a crowd captive with one note, nevermind a whole song. The club owner couldn't help but wonder if she had some form of power in her. Nevertheless, she made good money for Skin, and that was all that mattered really.

Even on a slow night Hugo would take to the bar, keeping an eye on customers, and on his girls. What happened in the backrooms was not something he would interrupt, not unless one of his people was in danger. Or his customers, for that matter. Many knew of Skin's love for variety. But with vampires and mutants among other species, sometimes things could get a little dangerous. Particularly in such a setting, where control was deemed optional.

Hugo turned from the stage, which he had been watching intently, to sit by the bar. He asked for water, holding himself from the expensive alcohol, despite his already owning it, and surveyed the room.

In booths and seats around the room men and women alike were having a good time. Good. That was just what Hugo needed from them. If they had a good time, so would he, and usually it meant a lovely intake of money for him. With a grin he spotted a white haired beauty a few feet from him. As she ordered a drink he winked at the bartender. Who told the girl "No charge, miss." Hugo leaned up against the bar, his muscular chest bare as he smiled softly at the woman.

[ladyevelette]

Bar hopping had been a frequent past time in her old pack. They would jump from bar to bar, occasionally starting fights and drinking the place dry. The scent of whiskey, rum, cheap perfume, and sweat were all scents that reminded her of home. It was a taste that must be acquired. The first time she had ever entered a strip club she had almost passed out. The scents, the sounds, the music... it had overwhelmed her senses and if it had not been for her father standing directly to her left, she would have hit the floor out cold, he used to tell her it was an acquired taste, and now she could agree. Even after her pack had been all but obliterated, she maintained a few of these traditions, and this bar, Skins made her feel right at home.

As the bar tender refused her money and disappeared to make her drink, her eyes glittered with interest and her crystalline blue gaze darted to the shirtless male that was casually leaning beside her. A smile lit her mouth as she drank him in shamelessly, her eyes traced the lines of the intricate tattoos across his chest before her gaze lazily lifted to his face. He was human with a scent to his blood that made her mouth salivate, but years of practice allowed her to keep that feral side of her under control.

"I suppose a thank you is in order for such a lovely drink." She purred all caramel tones, deep, sultry and lined with her French accent. "My name is Evelette, may I inquire yours?" She turned more to face him, she had never been shy by any means and she was curious as to who this bold human was.