Post by Blood on Apr 14, 2010 22:45:52 GMT -4
"Animals," she murmured in delight. The music was guttural. Beams of light would pierce and pulse in time with the heavy beat from the bass, and bodies slid and slammed into each other, frantic to keep the high going. They were deluded animals. All of them pawing at each other, thrusting to achieve release. They were all clothed, as if the lack of nudity would somehow distance the movements from that infamous act they were taken from. But who doesn't wonder if they all suddenly became nude, and for one night, modesty, and propriety didn't matter, would they still cling to their hopeful groping, or would they be the animals that they truly are.
The club itself was enveloped in a haze of cigarette smoke and fog from a dry ice machine. Patrons in torn jeans, and skirts with slits lined the bar, each clamoring for attention and a drink. Shirtless men stalked throughout the rooms, proudly showing off their pierced nipples, and the occasional woman did the same. Blood would guess, for some, the animal had already won over, and was merely looking for another beast to tame it. Of course, that could've been her wishful thinking.
Blood tended to dress for effect, meaning, she felt less was more. She had found herself turning in front of her mirror in an ultra sheer soft black dress. Anyone with eyes could see she was wearing little else underneath. The heels she wore could only be described as a daring act of balance, and she had perfumed herself with the floral oil of cherry blossoms. She wore the little jewelry that she owned. A pair of silver earrings, two bracelets of the same metal, and a silver necklace adorned her person.
By her fourth drink, from the bar, that is, Blood had decided that she needed to take a seat. Regardless of what the others say, alcohol is alcohol. Immortal or not, a vampire still bleeds if bitten, or stabbed, etc. It makes sense that a thing that lives on blood can stand to get a little tipsy to the point of not being able to stand. Vampires just don't get alcohol poisoning like mortals, nor hangovers if they feed before sleeping. Alas, after a short breath, and the last of a cup of water, she stood and made her way to the bathroom.
The club itself was enveloped in a haze of cigarette smoke and fog from a dry ice machine. Patrons in torn jeans, and skirts with slits lined the bar, each clamoring for attention and a drink. Shirtless men stalked throughout the rooms, proudly showing off their pierced nipples, and the occasional woman did the same. Blood would guess, for some, the animal had already won over, and was merely looking for another beast to tame it. Of course, that could've been her wishful thinking.
Blood tended to dress for effect, meaning, she felt less was more. She had found herself turning in front of her mirror in an ultra sheer soft black dress. Anyone with eyes could see she was wearing little else underneath. The heels she wore could only be described as a daring act of balance, and she had perfumed herself with the floral oil of cherry blossoms. She wore the little jewelry that she owned. A pair of silver earrings, two bracelets of the same metal, and a silver necklace adorned her person.
By her fourth drink, from the bar, that is, Blood had decided that she needed to take a seat. Regardless of what the others say, alcohol is alcohol. Immortal or not, a vampire still bleeds if bitten, or stabbed, etc. It makes sense that a thing that lives on blood can stand to get a little tipsy to the point of not being able to stand. Vampires just don't get alcohol poisoning like mortals, nor hangovers if they feed before sleeping. Alas, after a short breath, and the last of a cup of water, she stood and made her way to the bathroom.