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    The flashing lights were bright enough to kill an epileptic on the spot, and the music loud enough to wake him once he’s dead. But there were around a hundred or so guests on the main floor now, and a grand total of zero complained. They had rockstars and cowboys, drinkers and dancers, men with space helmets, women in cloaks, and some women that might not be women at all. Very few people at LuXXXore were sober- maybe the bartenders and a couple of dancers at most. It a party in its most pure and chaotic form. A scene like no other.


    Actually, it might have been a Wednesday.


    A gentle tendril of all things noxious drifted from her lips as she drew the stick away. The object was long, and peculiar, and its contents equally as nauseating. It was a cigarette holder. Thin, black, and salaciously elegant, it was the kind of thing you’d expect to see between the lips of a 20s flapper. The blonde bob with round retro glasses took another hit before sipping something from a glass on the bar behind her. It wasn’t water. And what she held at the end of the stick wasn’t a cigarette. Her head spun, and her eyes dipped in and out of focus, but it was a feeling she was all too familiar with.


    Yep. This was a Wednesday. And like any Wednesday, the afternoon brought in the mid-week wackjobs.



    2z9u0mk.jpg“HEY!” Liv Chase leapt up from the chair with the speed of a bullet. So fast that even she was surprised. Starry yellow boots stomped through the raging sea of sin and synthetic to the lounge area of the floor. There was a sleazy-looking man with a great fluffy robe of white feathers, and he was getting a little too comfortable with one of his acquaintances.


    “None of that down here!” she snapped, her painted fingers latching onto the scruffy sod’s sleeve. “You want to get feely- Upstairs!”

    “Heyyynow c’mon…” the woman on his arm slurred. "We’re jus gettin’ comfy is all…”

    Liv didn’t even shake her head. She’d already moved too many muscles to get bastards like these off her floor.

    “No. Out. And take you’re deranged parakeet with you.”

    Evidently, this was funny.


    “He’s not a parakeet! You think that’s a parakeet?!”

    “I am NOT a parakeet…”

    “Not even close!”

    “The shape ain’t right... an the color’sh all wrong.”

    “Nah, you’re moreof a cockatoo.”

    “You can have my cockatoo…”

    “UPSTAIRS!”


    At long last, the pair- no… the trio, lumbered their way upstairs. Why anyone wouldn’t want to take their business up there was beyond Liv. They had private rooms and everything! What more could you want?!


    A sharp ring and a sparkle of light drew her from her ponderings, as Liv turned to the now illuminated main entrance. She felt something heavy weigh down on her shoulders, and only then just noticed that Archer had made her his perch. How long had he been there? She could feel the scaly skin of his snake form against the back of her neck, and the extra weight made itself suddenly apparent. It felt almost as natural as whatever the hell she was on now, and hardly even noticed his presence. She brushed his head lightly, before opening the doors to the main entrance.


    “What.”


    Ah… Just as expected. A handful of thugs, thinking they can monkey-waltz their way right in without so much as a card or a name. Liv found herself slaughtering them a dozen-and-a-half ways in her mind, but instead rested her hand once again on Archer. “Archer, dear, I think these boys are a bit lost. Could you be a darling and show them where they went wrong?“ Liv shifted her weight smugly, but lost her balance and ended up leaning on the doorframe instead. Whatever. “I bet their parents miss them something terrible…”

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    Slimy scales slid across soft, pale skin as Archer coiled himself around Liv's slender shoulders. Shiny black eyes watched the woman as she stroked his head and his forked tongue darted out in a greeting. Archer watched as the thugs Oliva clearly wanted gone entered the establishment, his long body slowly making its way down the length of her arm. He dropped to the floor and in a flash, the form of a man took place of the black snake. Archer towered a good 4 to 5 inches over each of the men inside who sauntered around like they owned the place. "Leave, gentlemen, or things will get dirty and Liv here hates messes." he warned, tilting his head as he crossed his broad arms over his chest. His typically green eyes flashed bright yellow for a brief moment, another warning sign from the demoloth.

    Archer grabbed tightly onto the sleeve of one man who tried pushing past and shoved him back with enough force to knock him into the rest of the group. "Now, I said to fuckin' leave and I won't say it again." he growled threateningly. Archer had no patience for those who broke the rules, much less anyone who broke Liv's rules.



    //will edit in Jane soon

    Dhara "Dee" Langley | Demoloth Musician

    —Where does Dhara "Dee" Langley, sorta-not-really-or-maybe-renowned musician find herself on a lonely Wednesday evening? In the most bumping, flashy club she could think of. The LuXXXore wasn't here favorite, but it wasn't disgusting. She went to different places for different things, and today this place satisfied her crave for loud, obnoxious noise. She sat in the corner, long, burnt orange locks sprawling down her chest and shoulders. She didn't care if her extra need for space bothered the tightly packed lounge, she almost liked how it made her stand out in a crowd of interesting characters. Whomever might spot Dhara would see a flashy, skin-tight dress with a leather jacket draped over her shoulders, almost hidden completely by her long hair if it wasn't an eye-catching, bright ass pink. She hated pink, so why did she wear the jacket? Because it went with her silver, burlesque flapper girl gown. Did this place have any booths? She liked sitting in a booth to just people watch when she wasn't actively partying on the dance floor.


    She pushed through the most drunken, snobby people packed closer together than sardines in a can. Actually don't think of sardines, that would just make her throw up with the amount of drinks she's had already. And no, she wasn't drunk, just tipsy. But she was definitely high, at least she hoped she was. It was kind of hard to distinguish anything inside her brain as much as it was outside, everyone looked the same to her here. No one stood out. Except, you know, the owner.


    Dee finally squeezed her way through the crowd to find, to her luck, the bar... again. She plopped down on one of the cushioned stools and rested her elbows on the counter. She felt like she was coming down, and she needed to get back up there. But she was out, unfortunately... So all she could do was drink until she probably passed out somewhere and woke up in another place. That's how these kind of nights usually went anyways. Unless she was performing, in that case getting smashed and cross-faded while on the job wasn't good for one's reputation.

    "Can I get a whiskey?" Her throat felt dry, and obviously alcohol wouldn't help but she could always order water. If she wanted to.

    Facing towards the drinks stood a somewhat short girl, knees bent so she was lower to the ground as she looked through the fancy bottles and funny logos on the drinks in here. Each one was unique and had its own story behind it, and she took pride in knowing each one personally, each and every bottle was something unique and each funky name was like a sweet melody on her lips from one to the other. She wondered if alcohol was different in the human world, if different people made it, or if different names would come to her lips if she tried to pronounce them. She didn't stand until there was the sound of someone sliding into a stool, barely audible over the clamor and noise of the music of this place. But her ears were listening for it. Her knees unbent and she stood up straight, flattening out her skirt and adjusting her top so that it was a bit more comfortable She turned and looked down the bar to see an elegantly beautiful looking woman with dark curls for hair and a tight dress on, that she thought looked very good on her. With a skip and a step, Melodia was over there, moving a strand of pink hair out of the way of her face, and blowing it away with a quick pursing of her lips. She wondered if she looked to trashy for a moment, but then remembered she was perfect, in every way. She smiled at the thought and blinked twice as she looked at the girl, no the woman in front of her
    "What was that?" Her voice was soft, but a little bit annoying at first listen. It was full of energy to say the least about it, reflective of the speaker, who herself was happy right in that moment, able to enjoy her spot at the bar and serve rather expensive looking drinks to people who were coming in here for a cheap thrill. Not that Melodia really got the idea of money much, but that may have just been her own fault. "OH Whiskey, right, that's what you said, if I heard right." She stammered as she turned around swiftly, the bottom of her skirt twirling like a dancer as she did a toe point turn on her sneakers. and grabbing the fanciest bottle of whiskey out on the shelf and a plain looking shot glass with the engraved logo of the LuXXXore on it. She finished the twirl and corrected herself, putting out the shot glass in front of the dark haired woman and pouring her a full shot from the bottle of whiskey before bringing it back and smiling brightly at her. She was a rainbow of color, neon pink in her hair, a bright white and blue sweater, the pink skirt, the black tights, it was all very bubblegum and that was the way that she liked things. She lowered the bottle of whiskey behind the counter and cocked her head looking across the bar at her patron. She seemed familiar to her from somewhere, but she couldn't place the name, or the face, not exactly. "Anything else I can... do for you?" She asked, leaving an extra pause at the end of her sentence just in case. She didn't want to step on anyone's words.

    Dhara "Dee" Langley | Demoloth Musician

    —Dhara didn’t really expect fast service, but almost immediately after she asked there she was, the pink haired bartender. She looked her over quickly. She was very... vibrant. Her brow raised for less than a second, before she leaned over and grabbed the glass between her fingertips. Before she answered, Dee lifted the shot glass to her lips and tilted the liquid in. As the whiskey rushed down her throat, and Dee trying her best not to think about the stinging alcohol feeling buzzing in her throat. Her face wrinkled for a second before relaxing as it became tolerable.

    "Yea do you have anything sweet?" she asked, nudging the glass off to the side so she didn’t knock it over randomly.



    Exton Doe - Demoloth - Male


    Tonight was truly a lovely night for a bar crash. But it was basically like most nights, but on this certain one, there was only seemingly one place that appeared like an appropriate place to go. It was a wonderfully loud building, and like most bars, or strip clubs, tended to be full of drunk people, and strippers, not that there where many complaints from Exton on either subject. Besides, LuXXXore was one of the few places that he wasn't permanently banned from that was still in Bangcity and not in the heart of the Gutter. He was pretty positive that he actually had been kicked out multiple times, but between how high or drunk, or just generally trashed he had been, he never really remembered what happened, and how he continued to get inside.


    Maybe, just maybe Liv didn't much mind his appearance anymore. Soft smile peering on his lips, the Demoloth slipped inside the door with some strange expertise. The finesse continued as he stopped behind the group, and peaking over the heads of men, he could see Archer. Coy grin wrapping over his lips, he moved around the group. The bouncer couldn't stop him if he was already busy. That is, if he was going too either way.


    It took a moment, for his ears to adjust to the music, eyes to the light and the crowd of stumbling people. For once, Exton seemed stable on his sometimes drunken feet, and his eyes lacked any sense of being bloodshot from drugs of any sort. These facts allowed him to catch onto Liv quicker then usual. Long legs bringing him to gliding strides in front of the female he gave a grin. "Ah Liv, looking beautiful as ever sweetheart." He cooed through pursed lips, slight glint of teeth from underneath. His hands reached up for a moment, and while he brought them up to her face, his skin never touched hers, fingertips centimeters from her cheeks. The flirt in his tone didn't falter a moment besides this fact, although he was full on ready for her to stick Archer on him. Or herself, Exton didn't doubt the fact that Liv could pack a punch.


    Taking a moment, glancing her over, he gave a chuckle, before shifting next to her to walk past, setting himself on one of the few empty stools, though he rested his elbows on his bar to continue watching her. Whether he was waiting for a confrontation, or just observing the fight that was starting was unknown, though he did give an expectant raise of an eyebrow. He had come in here pretty consistently over the past week, and for a moment he let his eyes scan over the area. Depending on how lenient the owner was feeling about drinks this evening , he might have to resort to trying to get a few people to get him a few themselves. But that tended to only add to the fun.


    Catching his gaze slightly on Dhara and the bartender for hardly more then a second, his skilled eyes glanced around with an effort to find anyone of the prime drunkenness level.

    (Sorry about the slightly funky starter, I was in a bit of a rush, it'll become smoother over time. I'll also be a getting an actual fancy in a bit, hopefully by next post.)


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    jaden haneul lee & human & pact with cory


    needless to say, jaden hasn't a clue where cory is. maybe he's lost sight of his demoloth, but cory would find him soon enough. he'd given his soul or whatever to the otherworlder, they were surely tied together enough that cory could easily locate him if needed. to be frank, jaden actually still didn't quite know what one of these pacts would consist of. he'd just heard of it when he first entered this place and, thinking that he would need one, had pretty much thrown himself at the first demoloth he'd encountered.


    don't follow his example, kids. if you end up in a strange place with strange creatures that you can sell your soul to so they can feed off your humanity, don't make a deal with the very first one you find.


    the first demoloth jaden came into contact with had been cory. jaden was too eager for it and they'd gotten it over with, got together in a pact, and there was no turning back. maybe jaden should've spent a little more time with his new - quite literal - soulmate, because he found out a little while later, after he and cory had spent enough time together, that his demoloth pissed him off. so much. so, yeah. there's the moral of the story.


    okay, maybe it wasn't hard to piss jaden off, but when it was someone you were stuck with for the rest of you (after?) life, it kind of mattered a lot.


    jaden had come to the luxxxore for a much-needed drink, he hadn't had one in days and he was beginning to get a little - a lot - moody about it. he brushed past a woman who promised him 'a good time' and didn't answer her, hurrying up to the bar so he could just get alcohol in him and then just maybe dance his worries away and smoke something, then find someone nice to spend tonight with if he really felt like it. this was the slip, anything could happen here.


    it seemed like there was some sort of confrontation happening, something that jaden had completely disregarded in his haste to get to the bar. now, though, he took his time to twirl on his stool to observe it, full lips curved upwards slightly as he waited for something to happen. through the sea of bright, ugly colours, he was just able to watch archer and the group of men who'd wandered in, liz watching over it.


    (just a starter post rip)

    The flashing lights of the city didn't get to Rhianna at all. By now she was used to it - she'd lived in The Slip for 2 years, and had successfully managed to not die again. That'd be great, because if she woke up again in the real world - well, technically both worlds were real - she'd be subjected to a life of crime again, and her life in Bangcity showed her that she didn't need a life of crime to be happy. Anyway, it was a Wednesday, and walking the streets was boring. That was what Rhianna had been doing for the past hour or so, and already she'd seen as much as she thought she could see. The lights and buzz of the city never faded, anyway - she could see this any day. So what better place to go than LuXXXore? Rhianna was pretty sure she'd find her friend Olivia there, and although she had no plans of getting wasted that night, she found it incredibly likely. Rhianna brushed past Jaden almost carelessly as she passed the confrontation that Archer was part of - she knew Archer and Olivia had a pact, but most of the time chose to ignore the Demoloth's presence. It wasn't like he spoke to her explicitly anyway. "Well, looks like a regular club night to me," was how Rhianna greeted Liv, turning her hazel green eyes onto the boys trying to get into the club. There was always someone that tried to cheat the system in every world. // shitty starter post yikes


    "Speech"

    ✧ \ RHIANNA HADLEY / HUMAN \ NO PACT \


    Cory had found himself incredibly lucky to have run into Jaden when he did. They weren't really friends - Cory knew he pissed Jaden off, and in all honesty it was hilarious. For Cory, not for Jaden. But he'd just started to feel slightly weaker. He was sure another month without a pact would have done him in and he'd have spent the rest of eternity in Lost Angels. Cory shuddered. He was currently sat on the very roof of the club he was sure Jaden would visit tonight. He'd flown up there as an eagle and decided to sit and wait for Jaden to show up. Any minute away from his human was probably heaven in Jaden's eyes, but Cory tended to show up after thirty minutes maximum. Checking his watch, Cory grinned. "It was only eleven minutes ago? Ah, too long." he tutted. As casually as you could, he pushed himself lightly off the side. Seconds later a crowned eagle was perched on top of Jaden's head, not speaking, only watching the confrontation. Remind me not to cross Archer, he thought to himself, though Cory's lack of interaction with other Demoloths probably meant that he never would have to cross Archer. Ever.


    "Speech"

    ✧ \ CORY EMERY / DEMOLOTH \ PACT W/ JADEN \

    ☆ | Liv Chase / human / pact w/Archer


    Archer said a few words, and the thugs said a few more. Frankly, none of it was shit she hadn’t heard before. It was truly amazing how stupid some people could be. Her body spun drowsily toward the thugs as they entered the establishment. She frowned, but almost laughed out loud when she saw Archer turn on his angry eyes. He was too good for her.


    Her Demoloth made a grab for one of the thugs and shoved him back. Liv took hold of his other arm. “Now you are just the sweetest little killer..” she praised whimsically. Her fingers traced along the funny little lines of his tattoos with little regard for the pissed off guy Archer just hurled. “Don’t you boys think so? Hmm? My leather-backed gladiator…”


    Liv gave a snooty huff t Exton's grand enterance, but found her eyes gazing over him just as he did her. She couldn’t count the number of times she’d thrown the man out, only to have him keep on slinking back. “Some things never change, do they?”


    Just as soon as she latched onto Archer, Liv leapt away. Some wiseguy thought he could slip in unnoticed past Exton and the thugs, and while the particular Demoloth himself wasn’t an issue, the pistol on his belt was. “No, no firearms in the club!” she scolded, snatching the weapon from the man. She turned and tossed it off to one of the bartenders, who in turn dropped it into a large crate behind the bar filled with guns. The Demoloth merely smirked, and in the blink of an eye, reproduced an assault rifle in the same hand.


    “Very funny,” Liv retorted, snatching and tossing away the weapon all the same. It wasn’t that she tried to keep the place squeaky-clean of guns altogether. She’d bet anything that at least half of the people inside were carrying. But it was the principle of it that mattered.


    A familiar voice trilled out, and Liv beelined it for Rhianna. She embraced her friend in a cushy hug. “You knew my flaws when you called me a friend,” she mused. “So I hope this strikes you as ‘regular’.”


    Another string of words groweled from Archer, and Liv rose an eyebrow. Things were about to get bloody.

    “Try not to make too much of a mess, Arch ~ We don’t want any of our guests to slip…” The disco-blonde turned back to Rhianna, and watched her for a moment under the psychedelic lights. “Come on, I need a martini.”

    Melodia seemed a little surprised to hear the woman asking about something sweet to eat, but not put off at all, in fact she met it with a smile. "I'm not sure the bar stocks anything besides liquor buuuuut~ There are some pretty tasty things back here and I can whip you up a sweet drink." The Demoloth smiled and started to pull out some vodka, a little bit of syrup, and some fruit, for decoration. She measure precisely, but seemed to be very sloppy with her handiwork but it was all measured and then topped off with a strawberry and a ring of sugar around the lip of the glass. The color was light red, almost like a fruit punch, but she could be assured that it had a high enough alcohol content to dull the edge a little bit.

    Melodia slid the tall glass to Dee and smiled as she rested her head in her hands on the bar looking to see if the dark haired woman would enjoy the little concoction. "It's just a little Daiquiri, but maybe that's sweet enough for you, I don't know~" She cooed and then looked down the bar at the other people that were sitting down. It certainly was a packed night.

    "If you need anything just let me or the others know and we'll get you all taken care of!" She let out a nasaly yell down the bar towards the others, letting them know that she was, in fact, very much available to serve them. There certainly was a myriad of other customers lining up, one even had a bird on his head, it was very interesting. She smiled to herself as she observed, her eyesight wafting from down the bar to the woman in front of her. She leaned in forward, extending her rear end behind her and lowering her front to try and get comfortable, her head nestled on top of her hands which were rested on the bartop.

    Speaking of sweet though, she could really go for something sweet herself, she pouted with her lips and her odd eyes drifted away, thinking of something that would satisfy her sweet tooth, but that she could eat and not be yelled at for getting drunk while on duty, like some gummy bears, or bubblegum, or maybe something more chocolatey. Had she some pockets she might actually be carrying at least a stick of sweet gum on her, but sadly enough she was out of luck.

    "Say, you wouldn't happen to have some bubblegum on you, would you?" She asked, not seeing the harm in asking the woman if she had, I mean, Melodia carried a pack around in her purse, why wouldn't this woman.


    Dhara "Dee" Langley | Demoloth Musician

    —Dee glanced over to the man who just sat down at the bar, catching his gaze for barely a second before she looked back to Melodia. She wrapped her hand around the glass and pulled it closer towards her. Dhara was quick to bring it up to her mouth, lips opening and resting on the glass and she started to just drink it. She downed at least a fourth of the glass in multiple gulps, then set it back down with a refreshing ah at the end.

    "It's real good, thanks." She continued to take sips here and there, her sweet craving starting to subside while her stomach also tingled from the alcohol. She rolled her neck, feeling a cool air breeze through her hair. Her head felt so good right now, just swinging it back and forth like this... She stopped after a few moments when she realized she probably looked a little interesting just swinging her head to and fro. When the bartender leaned over and then asked Dee a question, she perked up.

    "Uhm... Pretty sure but let me check." Dee reached for her purse and set it on the counter. It was zipped close, and as soon as she started unzipping the designer bag, a very strong, herbal scent peeked through. And no, that smell was definitely not herbal remedies from great grandma. But Dee didn't really seem to notice, or care. She probably knew it was going to stink, but that's what happens when you just leave your paraphernalia laying about in a very thin plastic bag. Actually, it was starting to make Dee's head swim as she rummaged.

    "Let's see.. Nope, no... Oh definitely no..."

    "I think- nope"

    "Here." She pulled out a pack of gum and slid it over to her, it was open and most of it was gone, but there were at least three pieces left.

    "I always make sure I've got a pack because nights like these you'll definitely need one."

    ARCHER


    》demoloth || pact: Olivia《

    interaction: fighting thugs


    That little comment from Olivia was all Archer needed for approval to beat these assholes up. He winked playfully at the human on his arm as she made a few silly comments about him. "No worries, Liv, I'll take this out back. No guests will see this." he hummed as he cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect. He gave her a small, assuring nod as she slipped away to go meet with a friend and approached the group of thugs still standing at the door. However, it appeared the thugs didn't want to wait to get this fight started and one began throwing punches at Archer. He dodged the first few and landed one of his own but not before a sharp right hook caught him on his jaw, splitting his bottom lip and causing him to bite the end of his tongue. Archer staggered back a step or two and touched his busted lip, staring at the blood that came away on his fingers. "Oh, hell no." he growled lowly. After that, it didn't take long for him to herd the thugs out back and finish what had been started.

    15 minutes passed before Archer reentered the building with partially bloodied knuckles but it didn't appear to be his. His lip was swollen now and he was clearly agitated by it as he kept licking at it but it wasn't bleeding anymore. The large man took his place at the door once more, cautiously eyeing the people who came in.


    "Speech."


    JANE


    》human || pact: open《

    interaction: dancing


    //wip, have to rush out but I'll update this as soon as I can. rn she's just onstage dancing if anyone wants to interact with her



    "Speech."

    Odelia Roav | Interacting with: Archer eucharisteo.  




    Odelia's eyes appear venomous as she enters the luxxxore. Bangcity is probably her most hated place on not-Earth, and the luxxore embodies the city in its best and worst. The rowdy club assaults her more than the sheer glare of every inch of Bangcity combined, and she squints as she peers through the lights to spot Archer-- the one person she's actually relieved to see for the first time in a long while. With Liv as a constant employer for her, she and Archer have crossed paths many times. A small smirk forms as quickly as it disappears from her face; Archer looks like a mess, similar to how she had left him on their first encounter. It had been bloody and violent, but left a lasting respect and caution of him within her.


    She shuffles through the crowd entering the doors and stands a foot away from him, a wary distance since she isn't too keen on contact.


    "Archer, where's Liv?" She looks up at him in the eyes. She has a forgettable face, but it's not often that someone forgets the look in her eye. It causes her more trouble than she likes, but a natural death stare imprinted onto your face will do that. But tonight she's in a rush, and can't afford to skirt around looking for Liv instead of bothering Archer. She needs a pact. Very soon, before she loses her conscience and wanders the Lost Angels as a beast rather than a living thing. And Liv knows nearly everyone in the city and sometimes beyond, so she's her best bet at finding someone she won't abhor to pact with. "It's important."


    "Speech."

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    (( She isn’t looking at anyone in particular. Anyone can come to her rescue, or, she’ll wind up saving herself if no one is up for it ))

    ((I just thought I’d throw some more thugs into the mix))

    ((Also, I’m sorry for the post but my first posts usually suck, and my muse is a bit off ;-; ))

    ((My posts will get better I promise))

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    There was no way Madeline was leaving the Luxxxore on her own tonight. The poor girl was drunk like you wouldn’t beleive and wandering around where she probably shouldn’t be. Wine bottle in hand she stumbled through the crowd. Colors and flashing lights made her squint her eyes with discomfort as she brushed past people of all shapes and sizes- in fact, not all were even people, necessarily. After a while she found herself just swaying in he dance floor, confused and what felt like trapped.


    In no time arms settled around her, pulling her away from the overwhelming scene. Murmurs reach her ears as firm hands lead her to a velvet couch. She looked around at who had broughtt her here. It seemed like there were two, maybe three men around her? Knowing well enough then to be hammered around a bunch of strange men was no good she moved to get up, but with the world spinning and arms and voices tugging her back down she found herself unable to get up. Her eyes moved around the room, locking on a person. This person could’ve been anyone, but she hoped they had the sense of her watching them and that they saw how much she needed them. Why has she even come tonight? At this point and with her mind all fuzzy she could hardly recall the events of earlier in the day. Boy oh boy she was in some deep sh*t.

    Rhianna's mouth shaped into a comical 'O' as she whistled, then at the sudden embrace from Liv she hugged back quickly, before grinning. "This is more than regular for this club, I think." She watched with amusement at Liv's interaction with her Demoloth. Rhianna herself had never seen the particular appeal of a pact, though Liv clearly had, and it was clear so did many other humans around the slip. At Liv's invitation-that-sounded-more-like-an-order, Rhianna nodded. "I could probably do with one myself, actually. Good idea," she chuckled, jumping up the steps and into the club, waving her arms irritably as she pushed through the throngs of people straight to the bar. On her way there, she spotted a girl sat on the velvet couches with a few men around her. Not bothering to tell Liv where she was going - it wouldn't be too hard to find the disco blonde later anyway - Rhianna approached Madeline, tapping one of the men on the shoulder. She raised her voice above the music, though wasn't quite yelling. The thugs gave her an odd look as she directed her speech to the woman sat on the couch. "There you are! Liv and I have been looking for you. C'mon," she said, and held out her hand to Madeline. It wasn't the first time Rhianna had to help somebody out at the club - if only she wasn't so nice, honestly. What would all these people do without her, in the slip and in the real world?


    "Speech"

    ✧ \ RHIANNA HADLEY / HUMAN \ NO PACT \


    Cory is sat on Jaden's head. [Waiting for them to respond].


    "Speech"

    ✧ \ CORY EMERY / DEMOLOTH \ PACT W/ JADEN \

    ☆ | Liv Chase / human / pact w/Archer


    Liv followed along behind Rhianna, ducking and weaving through the chaos. The main floor wasn’t really all that enormous, but the sea of tables and chairs, the stage down the center, and the high-rise ceilings made all the difference between a tin of sardines and the house of thrills and wreckreation that it was.


    Liv praised the nearest cluster of dancers as she passed them by. The performers took a lot of shit in this sort of business, and really were a huge reason for Luxxore’s success. As the pair snaked along, Liv saw another familiar face, and paused to greet them. And surely after that, there was another one. By then, Liv had lost all track of her friend and she wandered off once more, probably off to find the balance she’d long since lost.


    But of course, all lost things turn up eventually, and Liv found her way back to the bar. The blonde plopped herself down one stool away from Dhara. Her tired arms collapsed upon the tabletop like something of a portrait, with her chin resting daintily on one hand, while the other caresses her elbow. Behind the trendy white shades, she addressed the pink-haired bartender drolly. “Mel, I need a vacation.”



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    jaden haneul lee & human & pact with cory


    a weight suddenly appeared on top of his head in the form of an eagle, its talons digging into his head slightly, and a involuntary groan escaped from jaden's head. cory had returned, how long had it even been since he'd seen his demoloth? cory was the one who took note of the time, usually, and jaden just tried to stay away for as long as possible.


    "that didn't feel like very long at all." he complained to the eagle on top of his head, shaking it slightly: he was trying to get him off of his head, he wasn't caring much for his hair being tangled into the talons on his feet. he could at least just perch on the surface of the bar, or maybe even turn into his human form and then he could get some alcohol in his system. well, jaden was going to do that regardless of what cory did. maybe then he could handle him easier.


    turning to one of the bartenders now, jaden quickly told them that he just wanted to get hammered, not even really caring about what he was ordering at this point. he usually tended to drink sweeter stuff, like coolers, but fuck, if he was given something that was mostly alcohol instead, he could even deal with the awful taste of it. he was handed a glass filled up with some sort of beer, lifting the glass to his lips and knocking back a large gulp of it without waiting.


    if he kept going down that road, he'd have this beer finished in no time at all. and if he kept doing that .. well, he'd be pretty drunk. there's one advantage of coming to this place, you could drink as much as you wanted and if you died from alcohol poisoning? you'd just be going back to your life, then you would return later and you go redo it all. jaden had this all figured out. besides, it wasn't like he'd be living long in the other life if he died here, he would just probably die instantly again.

    Melodia took the stick of gum greedily and immediately popped it in her mouth, savoring the first few chews with giddy excitement. She was elated to have something sweet in her mouth, and was extra thankful to the woman who gave it to her, smiling all happily in her direction. "Awshome! Tell you what, you need anything just let me know, I've got you covered!" She said as she relaxed slightly, handing her back the rest of the pack of the sticky pink chewing gum. She could get that for cheap anywhere, but it meant something extra when someone else just handed it out to you, one felt indebted and grateful to no end.

    With a few more moments someone she didn't expect approached and sat down at her bar, the owner none the less, complaining about the day she was having. Melodia smiled and pushed her hair back behind her head. "I'd suggest someplace nice... but I think everywhere on this side of things is pretty trashy." She said, lowering herself to be on level with Liv, scooting over a few steps and resting on the bar. "But if you're interested I can pour you a drink." She offered, reaching back for something strong to drink. It was her job after all to serve anyone who came up to the bar as best as she could.

    Pursing her lips she blew out and a large bubble started to form, the same pink color as her bright pink hair. It was well suited for her, and came from equally pink lips. Melodia looked at Liv. She did indeed look pretty exhausted, that was for sure. Maybe a bit too swamped with work. The bar tender felt bad for her, looking over her own shoulder at the shelf of drinks and resolving herself. Getting up, she grabbed a bottle of flavored Vodka and poured two small shots, sliding one to her boss, and keeping one to herself. "This one's on me, boss." She said with a smile as she raised up the shot glass, holding it there for them to klink glasses or something cliche like that. That's what they did in movies right? Cheers before drinking. She was horribly informed, but trying her best to cheer up her employer. She also didn't think it would be a big deal to have one little shot on duty, afterall she wasn't making a habit of doing it, it just felt right.