|| || In Order Of Appearance; Wyne Bordai; Thomas Langford; Christopher Lane; Holden Helsburg.

𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 || 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖊 || in order of appearance; wyne bordai; thomas langford; christopher lane; holden helsburg.

"i said may; don't get too cocky on me." wyne mused with a mildly humored roll of his eyes and purse of his lips. he liked cocky; a lot.

through all the playfulness of their conversation, there was also a lingering desire to discuss heavier topics. in wyne's defense he's spent most of his time on this earth around and among humans; despite knowing they were out there, he didn't surround himself with other supernatural creatures so he was almost starved for the ability to talk about life with someone that actually understood the length of it; the burden of it. "i suppose i could say the same for myself. got tired of wandering," he answered with a loose shrug as the smirk on his face started to falter just a bit.

as much as he might have desired someone to talk to, wyne's desire for a distraction won out in the end; that's why it was so easy for him to abandon the seriousness of their exchange for the more lewd innuendos and bantering. wyne needed it bad.

licking his lips again as merrick steps even closer to him, toe to toe with their chests mere centimeters from touching, his blue eyes darkened with desire as he was challenged; rather, as he was promised a good time. "yeah?" wyne argued with a cocked brow and a loose grin. "don't want me to phase away from you? then make sure you fuck me good. give me a reason not to." a soft breath, quiet to most, mixed with the slightest hint of a moan of approval at the playful smack to his ass.

--and then he was standing there on his own, watching as merrick walked away from him. his brows furrowed and genuine confusion knit through the features of his face as the other moved further and further away from him. did merrick really just tease him like that, get him riled up, and then walk away? why did that make wyne like him even more; want him even more?

fine. if merrick wanted to call the shots, he'd follow along and do as he was told. even though nothing was said, wyne broke out into a short run and surged forward; obeying what he assumed was merrick's silent way of telling him to follow. once he caught up with him, rather than falling into place beside him wyne moved out so he could stand in front of merrick; so he could stop him from going any further. "sorry, i wasn't sure if you wanted me to follow or not." humming under his breath, he stepped closer and placed his right hand against the other's chest as he looked up at him. "you didn't tell me where you wanted me..."

maybe it's the sarcasm that hooks merrick and gets him to keep talking. maybe it's the playful defensiveness, the blatant iciness that would push most people away. the hellhound, however, isn't most people. he's intrigued by the man, obvious by the uptick in his brow and the tilting of his head; curious, curious, curious.

"i'm glad i could be of service, then." merrick does a playful half bow, arm moving to cross over his stomach as he bows at the hips just a little. time working differently is something that merrick can understand. he doesn't elaborate now, no, he'll save that for later.

merrick turns his head a bit to look at the man, listening to his words. he hums in agreement, a low thrum that comes from somewhere deep within him. "i'm much older than i look." he confirms. "it's part of why i came here, to alexandria." he adds on. "to learn to feel something else again." loneliness, death. it's all he's known for a while and, even though he's friendly enough, there's something that lurks beneath the surface, perhaps behind his eyes, that speaks volumes of the immortal emptiness.

just like that, the subject changes. heat flares, as do his eyes. "well, wyne." his eyes track the tongue that licks over his lips and he grins. "maybe i'll make it a promise instead of a threat." he takes a step closer, this time to stand in front of him, toe to toe. he whispers. "just don't do that phasing trick when i fuck you. that wouldn't be fair." he grins as he gives wyne's ass a playful slap before he turns and keeps walking through the woods, waiting to see just what the new stranger might do.

it was this place. the music, the drinking, the energies of everyone around him that mixed with the magic ever present in the air that made it so easy for wyne to play along with his attractions; his desires. places like this were bound to get him into trouble; men like him were bound to get him into trouble.

turning, his bottom lip already tucked beneath his teeth, his features soften again as he comes face to face with the man he was clearly enamored with. a hum resonated in his throat, carrying his agreeance on it's back, as his hands found their way to the other's waist as he felt lips press against the shell of his ear again; the teasing swipe of a tongue. "want works," he teased, his tone rasped and his words full of breath as he pressed himself flush against the other, "but right now i feel as if need is more accurate."

he hummed again, a smile pulling at his lips, as he was pulled forward, following along as they moved through the building; his eyes never once straying from the man before him.

it only took a few minutes for them to find an empty room, but for wyne it had felt like hours. all it took was for the other to call him forward, and the half-ghost was crashing into him. colliding their lips together in a eager, heated kiss fueled by desperation and desire. his hand's gripped at the other's sides, fingers digging into his skin already threatening to bruise, as heavy, grunting breaths punctuated the silence between his kisses as wyne refused to let any space come between them again.

gripping onto the other, the blonde urged them forward-- deeper into the room-- until he finally had the man pinned against a surface they could use to their advantage. "definitely need." he mumbled as he finally broke their lip-lock, only to stoop down so his mouth could find purchase against the side of the other's neck.

cas smiles as fingertips brush his hips and falter away as he moves. there's barely any space between them, chest pressed to back, swell of the man's ass pressed against him. his own hands move to rest on his hips, keeping him pulled flush against him.

the words ripple through him, like a pebble on a still lake, sending shockwaves of want, desire, need through him. "come on, then, a room awaits." he turns the man around, peering into his eyes before he leans down to whisper into his ear again. "and in there, you're going to fuck me and then i'm going to fuck you." his tongue snakes out, caressing his earlobe. "i've felt you watching me all night. is that what you want?" he tosses the question back to him as he pulls him backward, leading him from the dance floor and up the stairs to the private rooms.

it doesn't take long to find an empty one. cas slips inside, tugging the willing man with him. "come here." cas whispers, breathy and hot, pulling the man to him as their lips finally meet in a heated, desperate kiss. the door closes behind him with a gentle slam, his power coursing through him as what furniture was inside moves out of the way so they have easy access to the nearest comfortable surface.

location: masque of red death open to: anyone

he wasn't sure what the name of the band was but the room around him was crackling with energy; and lust. already having discarded his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it from his shoulders to tuck it in and let it hang from his back pocket as it were a flag, wyne was deep in the center of the gathered crowd dancing and grinding against complete strangers; hands glued to each other's skins as they all moved to the beat.

an hour, or two, went by and for a moment wyne almost forgot what loneliness was; almost.

glancing around the room, he noticed an attraction man (read: hot as fuck) moving through the crowd and, well, wyne was easily distracted. peeling himself away from the strangers wrapped around him, and the ones he had wrapped himself around, he pushed and nudged his way through the crowd as he followed the enticing stranger.

without hesitating, he reached out and phased his hand through someone's back pocket; swiping their wallet and taking it for himself just so he could have some money to be bold. opening it, he took out $500 in cash (which they shouldn't have been carrying around to begin with) and dropped the wallet onto the ground without a care right as the man he'd been following stopped in front of him and looked down at him.

with a huff of breath, his lips pulled into the faintest hint of a smile as he looked up at the stranger-- uncaring if they had just caught him borrowing someone else's money as he tucked the wad into his front pants pocket. "mind if i buy you a drink?" the half-ghost questioned, raising his voice just loud enough to be heard over the music. "or a room, maybe?"

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bars and clubs could be a bit tricky thanks to their lighting. you could argue that was part of their appeal, though. bring people in, liquor them up and dull their judgement while their senses are left to scramble in the darkness that broke between the intense, blinding lights leading most to grab onto the first person they saw just so they could get away from it all. bars and clubs didn't make their money off of their patrons making good decisions.

stepping closer, blinking as some of the lasers traced across his face, wyne didn't let the undying pulse of the people around him knock him away from the other; he didn't let the lights keep him from looking the younger man over with unabashed appreciation; he didn't let the blasting music keep him from hearing what he said.

"i am." wyne answered with a genuine, albeit a tad uncharacteristic smile, as the other questioned him. "are you that surprised to have someone talking to you here? you are a bit overdressed," he half teased as he gestured down at his own shirtlessness, "but you still stole my attention away so that should count for something."

"honestly? i'm not a hundred percent sure i understand how they work either, the rooms." he shrugged as he leaned his head back a bit, pursing his lips, as he tried to remember. how did they explain it to him when he first arrived? "i was told there were rooms available to get away from all the noise, and the crowd, so you can really get to know someone without having to put on a show but i haven't actually used one yet; first time coming here and all."

"we could figure them out together, if you'd like," the half-ghost's lips settled into a warm smile that, again, betrayed his usually chilliness as a passing stranger bumped into him; pushing him closer to the young man he was speaking with. "or we could just start with some drinks and see what happens."

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If it hadn't of been for his next door roommate in the chateau, then Alistair would not have wound up entering the red death club. It didn't really seem like his scene but he wanted to at least put himself out there. It had been four years since he had arrived in Alexandria and he liked it. He felt...somewhat safe. So, if this was were he was going to stick around, then he may as well try and hang out more in town. The half blind werewolf was about to speak to his next door roommate when he was pulled away by someone into the mass group of people in the dance floor.

Perfect. He didn't know anyone here, at least, he couldn't tell. Being half blind, and the way the strobe lights were blasting, really didn't help him. Deciding he would grab a drink, he pushed himself through the crowd until he was stopped by an object in his path. A person. "Are you talking to me?" He uttered out as he titled his head. Though, he was quick to realize that he never actually had any money with him, so at least if this guy was offering, he would take it. "Sure. A drink would be good." His head titled again. "A room? What do you mean?" This was his first time in this club after all.

"well, yeah you're surprised someone is talking to you or are you agreeing that you're overdressed," he teased as the corners of his mouth widened into a warm, playful smile. "or both?"

here, lost in the chaos of pulsing beams of light and music so loud you could feel it in your bones, in a space where everything and everyone was meant to be touched, was where wyne felt the most at ease. the noise was enough to drown out the heaviness in his mind that the weight of his time alive burdens him with. he can breathe. he can smile. he can relax and just give in to desire and need.

--but he also knew not everyone felt that way about clubs or bars; and the younger man he was currently enamored by was clearly more of the latter if the tension in his shoulders was anything for him to go by.

"sure," wyne called out, "like a private booth; though, in a place like this, they don't expect you to use them for talking. or so i've heard." the half-ghost teased with a subtle lick of his lips.

when the other lifted his hands to cover his ears the first thought that came to wyne's mind was cute. whether it was his intention or not, the younger man was pulling wyne deeper in with everything he did and said. "here," he spoke up as he reached out to offer the other his hand. "come with me?" taking a step back, his hand still stretched out for the other, he posed the question as he started to lean away so he could lead the other through the noise and get them to a room.

The blaring of the music was certainly affecting the half blind wolf. Being a werewolf, his hearing was already heightened but being half blind, he learned to get by by making is other senses much sharper. So with the music thumping in his ear, it really didn't help him. Perhaps these other creatures are used to it now, but this was his first time here. Plus the smoke machine was irritating his nose.

He looked down at himself when the other mentioned that he was overdressed. He then looked around the dance floor and it was true. Most guys here were shirtless. Even the guy in front of him. "Well...yeah." Why was this guy talking to him? He was nothing special. "I don't think I'll take my shirt off. I don't wanna lose it." He barely had that many shirts as it was.

"Like private booths but they are rooms?" It sort of made sense. not everyone would want to dance. Some people probably came here to get drunk. Find a mate for the night or do some dodgy business. "It's my first time here too!" He called out, not realizing that he was basically shouting as the music felt like it was getting louder to him. "A room would be great if it gets me outta this noise." He found his hands slowly start to come up to his ears to cover them a little.