Bars And Clubs Could Be A Bit Tricky Thanks To Their Lighting. You Could Argue That Was Part Of Their

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."

( @wynesomelosesome || from x )

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.

paying more attention to the flute of champagne in his hand, and the sweet he'd just popped into his mouth, it was no surprise that thomas walked into somebody. well, he thought he had walked into somebody because they were warm-- and smelled good-- but their sturdiness made it feel more like the familiar had walked into a wall.

wall or person, they were still responsible for making him drop his drink regardless. "hey," the word leapt from his lips almost in a hiss as he turned to look at... whatever... he'd collided with. "whoa, you're massive." thomas blurted out as he cocked his head to the side and genuinely took a moment to look the man over. "like really massive."

"wait," his brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed beneath his mask as he realized they had said something. "was that an innuendo? were you making a dick jock? does that mean you think i'd be a tight squeeze? that's a bit bold of an opening line," he rambled, his left hand reaching up to fumble with the keys hanging from his necklace. "or, wait, were you trying to say that your suit was a tight squeeze? or was it some kind of comment about how crowded it is here, because if that's the case then..." thomas's blue eyes darted to the side, suddenly distracted as another tray of food was carried past him. normally he would have just walked off, midsentence, to chase after the snacks but this time he had the decency not to just leave.

pouting slightly as the waiter walked further and further away from him, thomas seemed to linger there for a moment before remembering someone was with him. turning back to face the man in yellow, he cocked his head to the side again and pursed his lips with thought.

"what were we talking about again?"

@unveilstarters || Event Starter: masquerade

Abel adjusted his mask on his face before looking at himself once more in the mirror. He had a well fitted suit on with a few yellow accents. The suit covered him nicely, accentuating his hips and chest. The shoes weren't anything debonair, but the tan leather more or less matched the hue of the suit's yellow accents. The mask itself was a bit more elegant, painted in golden hues to resemble a dog. There was even a slight dog snout at the end and a couple of ears folded over on the top. It only covered half his face compared to those he's seen in town so his chipper smile would be able to be seen during the festivities. However, if the rumors were to be believed, no one would recognize Abel anyway.

Abel had lived here for a couple of years. He hasn't had the chance to put every name to a face he's seen just yet, so he would imagine the night would be the same regardless of the masks. Nevertheless, Abel fastens the mask one last time before walking in the chateau. The familiar looks around to see the amount of people around. He walks around the common areas, looking around for someone to share a room with. From the looks of things, he might just have plenty of fun on the first floor of the chateau. He feels someone bump into him and the familiar immediately turns to apologies. "So sorry about that, friend. It's a tight squeeze in here, isn't it?"

for sake of ease;

muse masterlist || ooc: murr, 30, est, he/him/him

wyne bordai || half-ghost || 35 [1354] years old || verse-bottom, switch || info

thomas langford || familiar || 25 years old || versatile, switch || info

christopher lane || human || 38 years old || bottom, submissive || info

holden helsburg || heretic || 24 [236] years old || verse-top, dominant lean || info

coleman tremaine || djinn || 39 [129] years old || verse-bottom, switch ||

aeryne canedor-forsberg || merfolk || 33 [253] years old || verse-bottom, switch ||

alston gerringer || were-creature [grizzly bear] || 45 years old || bottom, submissive ||

blair bergrin || dragonkin || 37 [142] years old || verse-top, switch ||

eoghan rodanthe || gorgon || 25 [503] years old || verse-bottom, switch ||

caidence threstle || harpie || 40 [190] years old || bottom, switch ||

keagan klein || witch || 34 years old || bottom, sub-switch || wanted connection

draekov belartane || vampire || ancient || versatile, switch ||

maximillian devereux || siphoner || 29 years old || verse-top, switch ||

aurelious corrinder || fairy || 34 [113] years old || bottom, switch ||

event: masquerade ball location: the chateau muse: christopher lane

he had been enjoying himself at the party for a few hours now. maybe this place wasn't so bad after all. keeping one of the key's he'd used earlier in the night, christopher stole-- well, no, he borrowed a bottle of tequila (it wasn't his favorite, but it was better than water) from behind a counter while no one was watching and made his way back up the stairs.

slipping into the room, accidentally leaving the door opened behind himself, he set the tequila bottle down on the nightstand next to the bed and let out a heavy sigh and unbuttoned his suit jacket. he needed a break, that was all. he'd go back to the party in a few minutes, after a few swallows, but right now he just needed some space to breath and relax.

with his back to the door, he began to smooth out the bed in the room so he could sit down on the cover when the sound of creaking floorboards cut through the muddled noise of the ball.

turning around quickly, he came face to face with someone pushing the door to his room open further. "sorry," he spoke up as he held up his hands to show he meant no harm, "i was just taking a breather but you probably need the room," he assumed they had someone with them, he assumed they were wanting to use the room for it's intended purposes, "i can-- i can just leave. i should just leave, head back downstairs and get back in there," he offered with an awkward laugh as he made no genuine effort to move.

@unveilstarters

one constant through all the years he'd lived was the way people flocked together at the end of a day to eat, drink, and breathe. it made it easy for wyne to find places to keep him distracted on nights he was feeling particularly lonely.

four years, six months, and five days. he wasn't counting but, if he were, that would be the official amount of time it's been since a man had touched him. needless to say, wyne was definitely starting to feel lonely.

taking a sip of the beer he'd been nursing for the last half hour, he decided to stop sitting around at the bar waiting for someone to approach him. he was going to make the effort this time and make the first move. it's not like he was planning to ask for someone's hand in marriage, or anything as intense as that. he was simply going to ask someone to fuck him; and he was making it harder than it needed to be.

eyeing a handsome man from across the room, one he didn't recognize, wyne picked up his drink and made his way through the throngs of people until he was standing over the other's table.

"hey," --he started to speak up but was quickly cut short as the man he'd approached noticed him. an autograph? it sounded like a weak pick-up line but wyne was in no place to judge; being charming was not one of his strong suits.

cocking his brow in mild amusement, he moved to sit opposite the other man without bothering to ask if that was alright as he responded. "an autograph? am i supposed to know who you are, or is that your attempt at a pick up line," he mused with a subtle lick of his lips as he leaned slightly forward, "honestly, i've heard worse."

open to anyone location the grotto

coming back to alexandria wasn't exactly something oz wanted, he'd been on a high after his bands last successful album. he wasn't one to think about the long term or how all those bodies were following them, he simply just wanted more. it was an addictive feeling and he was already starting to feel those withdraws.

sitting alone at the grotto in a corner with a drink, oz was scribbling some lyrics for a new song in his notebook while he studied everyone who was coming and going from the tavern. when he'd spot a happy couple, he couldn't help but make a mental note of them for later. at the very least, oz could break a few hearts while he was still in town.

he'd been so busy studying a couple on the other side of the room, he didn't realize someone was standing over his table. "oh, sorry. need a autograph or something?" he asked once he finally snapped back to reality.

@unveilstarters

danny griffin, homosexual, cisgender + he/him/his → isn’t that holden helsburg? i’ve seen them hanging out with the heretics. i hear they're 236, but they’ve only been in alexandria for 1 month. they seem to be patient & intelligent, but also haughty & manipulative. it’s cool that they’re capable of molecular combustion & pyrokinesis!

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Holden Helsburg

Nickname(s): None yet

Age: 236 (appears 24)

Date of Birth: August 2nd

Hometown: Juneau, Alaska 

Current Location: Alexandria, Louisiana 

Species: Heretic;

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