laying low (open :) )

[Atrayer Blayther]

As I neared the club I could feel the steady rythm of the music through the pavement, it put me in mind of the throbbing pulse of a great beast. I felt my own caged beast respond, my heart trying to match the steady throb. I adapted my casual gait to a confident leisurly stroll not that unlike a strut as I drew closer to the bouncer.
I flashed the familiar werehyena a wolfish grin as I handed him my two blades, one of pure silver and one of aged ebony.

"Evening Atrayer didn't think you'd be showing your face after the trouble your in with the ulfric.'' the bouncers hard features cracked into a boyish smile as I was reminded of the Alphas jaws that wanted my throat, great aren't I popular.
"It's amazing how fast word travels, anyone in there I should avoid?" I felt a pang of pride that my reputation had spread throughout the lycan society it was tinted with annoyance at the fact that they were as bad at gossiping as cathlic school girls.
"Not yet I have a feeling you'll bump into a couple of wolves though." he surrepticiously handed me back the ebony blade and I slipped it up my sleeve, it wouldn't do much but hey it was something.

I was hit by a wave of warm scents as I left the unblemished night air. my senses were assaulted with the scent of smoke, perfume and sweating bodies and riding the smells like a seasoned horsemen was the scent of female excitement.
I'd worked here for a few nights when jean claude was short handed but stripping wasn't exactly my thing, and neither was watching male strippers.
I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink, watching the women falling over the strippers. I briefly scanned the club for any lycans but the night was still young and there was nno one I classified as an immediate threat.

[Stephen Archer]

"Evening Archer, so, here to see Ulfric again?" The bouncer smiled and shook his head as Stephen handed over his switch blade. Though he didn't need the small weapon it was nice to have a bit of steel about him. "Yeah, told him I'd stop by tonight. Is he in yet?"
"No, not quite yet," He handed the weapon back over knowing that it wasn't a threat to the inhabitants of the bar. "He said that he'd stop by later on tonight and that if I saw you to let you in." He pulled the rope from its space barring the door to uninvited folks. "So, in you get."
Stephen smiled at the bouncer. "Thanks, Tony. See you later!" With that he entered the private club and was assaulted by the sights and sounds of this establishment. It was warm in this place, people where bumping and grinding against each other and causing much excitement to one another. It was everything short of an orgy in this room.
Suppose thats why they call it a private club.[/color] Archer smiled at himself and walked over to the bar. "Gimme a pint of your finest Guinness please."

[Atrayer Blayther]

I was beginning to enjoy myself, it never took me very long to draw the attention of a woman and tonight was no different. But I was restless the moon was close to full and though I didn't depend on it to change form my control of my beast always weakened as the silver moonlight grew stronger.

I gave the two varsity girls an apologetic smile as I abandoned them to go to the bar. tonight my mind just wasn't on getting laid, and that really was unusual. I hung onto the bar like a piece of driftwood in a sea of human bodies.
I noticed a man ordering a guiness and thought longingly of England, craving the taste of a british pint or lager. I settled in the end for an American beer, no where near as refreshing but it would have to do.

[Stephen Archer]

When the brew had been delivered to him he leaned back against the bar and watched the crowd. There was a man at the bar who had, for one reason or another, dismissed two young women. He turned his head to the right and addressed the man. "C'mon, mate, night is still young," Archer smiled one of his lopsided wolfish grins and took a long drought from his pint. "don't look so down. I'm sure that you'll find your match for tonight."
He watched as he ordered an american beer. Yankeys, never know what their missing. For some reason he was really feeling his old irish roots tonight.

[Lily]

Of all the things I still hadn't done since being given permission to roam all the realms, a strip club had been high on my list. Though tonight it was more about just looking to have a few drinks while perving on some eye candy, rather then doing the whole girly thing and trying to rub myself up against the hottie-hot strippers and fighting other girls to shove $50 bills under what little clothing they wore. I think maybe it was because I'd worn myself out with all the excitement of being free at the start and now I just wanted to relax and enjoy myself

And so I found myself here, Guilty Pleasures. Even in Hell, the place had a reputation for having some very yummy yummies. The fact that they were vampire and lycans also intrigued me, the latter especially. I hadn't met many as of yet, and the fact that I was part beast myself, in having been merged with two dragons, I wondered if it might be anything like how lycans felt. Except for the fact that I didn't change form... I don't think. There were still a lot of things I didn't know.

Walking in, I wasn't even stopped at the door, since it was obvious from the pentagram pendant around my neck meant that I didn't wear crosses, and I didn't carry holy items. Dressed in magenta heels, a short magenta and white tartan skirt, and a white tank top, I probably looked more like the bad girl from highschool rather than a hell lord. Then again, you start dressing in flames and thorns, and people are less likely to talk to you.

Making a beeline straight for the bar, I sat down and smiled brightly at the bartender, "Could I trouble you for a glass of your finest French red wine, please?" I was almost amazed I still held a slight hint of my original accent, it had been over thirteen years since I'd lived in France and yet it was still noticeable next to the American accents. I glanced at the stage and smiled as I waited for my drink to arrive, a honey of a wereleopard was dancing.

[Atrayer Blayther]

The beer just didn't taste any thing like the English drink of the gods I was used to, honestly what was the point if your going to insist on making beer at least make it right. I sat it down on the bar and chose to ignore the insult to all things alcoholic as I tried to avoid meeting the eyes of the girls I had left dancing, though I knew it wouldn't be long till they averted their attention back to the strippers.

the sound of th Irish man's accent made me even more homesick, I was a fan of the Irish personally despite the stereotype that all English people hated the Irish, I mean come on you have to give the people a certain amount of respect if they can drink you under the table twice over. I returned his smile easily, did I really look upset?
forgive me if I like my throat the way it is, intact, and the way I hoped it would stay if I was able to avoid the werewolf that wanted me dead. That thought brought a genuine smile to my lips, especially when I realized the man was talking about the girls who I noticed with amusement were now eying him up and down.
"The one thing I don't need tonight is to find my match, but maybe you should give it a go those girls seem to love all things male...and maybe each other by the looks of it."
I was surprised by my own lack of interest tonight, but the moon was close to full and I could feel my wolf trying to come through, it would be an idea to give it a run later bring down a buck or something. the thought made me shiver.

I felt the power wash over me and slick my skin, a low growl erupted in my throat before I could stop myself, someone or something very powerful had just entered the club. The power felt similar to that of an alpha lycan only it was ten times (maybe even more) powerful. I looked up and met the eyes of a were leopard stripper, I could tell by the sudden tensing of his shoulders that he had felt it as well.

My cobalt eyes bled into a brilliant bottle green as they searched for the source, my beast's hackles rising. An amused smile pulled once again at my lips as my eyes landed on a more than beautiful woman. the male part of my mind fought with the lycan for control, saying that she took my breath away was an understatement, of course the power coming off her in waves set my beast's tale between its legs. I did not know what lycan could be this powerful and I still wasn't sure if she was a lycan but as intrigued and curious as I was I hate to admit that she scared me.

[Lily]

I knew I'd forgotten something when I began realising that I had the attention of the club's lycan population, despite the fact that most of them tried to hide it. I was so used to living in a place where it didn't matter what I was that I never had to shield myself, but out here, and around so many people with beasts, there was no doubt they could feel the ancient creatures that were a part of me. I sighed quietly as I waited for my drink, but quickly reigned in my power and shielded it so I wouldn't bother the other beasts around. Nice job Lily, make people feel uncomfortable on your first visit to a strip bar.

Way to blend in with the scenery, seriously it was any wonder I didn't pick myself up and walk straight out, though once I'd sheilded myself from the rest, the place began to relax a little. Besides, there was a lovely glass of Shiraz Cabernet Sauvignon with my name on it heading over. The bartender, though vampire, must have realised what had happened as he gave me a reassuring smile. Nice guy.

I picked up the glass and sniffed delicately before taking a sip and swishing it subtley enjoying the taste and texture, before swallowing, then took a proper sip. I'd realised there had been a pair of eyes on me for some time now, my own magenta eyes slid across to meet that of a werewolf from what I could gather from my dragons, and quite a very good looking one. It wasn't a matter of scent or sight, I simply knew. I smiled lightly at him, though noticed he was currently speaking with someone else, another man, and they both seemed to have the attention of a group of girls. I chuckled to myself and returned to my drink, though after a moment, noticed that the lycan didn't seem to be enjoying his drink.

I summoned the bartender back over and spoke softly to him in my native language, "Je suis certaines vos boissons importées par services d'employeur aussi bien que des gens du pays, donne l'homme jouant avec sa boisson que un gentil Allemand brassent, mon festin." (I'm certain your employer serves imported beverages as well as local, give the man playing with his drink a nice German brew, my treat.) Luckily, he understood French, and his smile and nod told me I was correct in my assumption. Since he seemed to be drinking beer, I decided he should at least enjoy it. Germans had the best brews in the world. I know... I spent a day or so at a beerfest testing a lot out.

As the barman came back out with the bottle I smiled to myself then glanced back at the two men and raised my glass in a silent toast with a smile before taking another sip.

[Atrayer Blayther]

The aura of power practically vanished and I was left staring like an idiot at the woman who, I'm ashamed to admit, I could not tear my gaze from. I felt my eyes slowly bleed back to their usual laughing cobalt and my restless beast suddenly quieten as if tamed. The last residues of power left my skin tingling oddly.
My cheeks warmed when she caught me staring at her...what the fuck they had never betrayed me like that before...and I was somehow able to return her smile with what I hoped was an air casual self confidence. The way I was going I'm surprised I didn't burst out in a fit of nervous giggles.

I somehow managed to rip my eyes away from her, a stupid grin plasted on my face and took a swig of the god awful excuse for a beer, forcing it down my throat before it touched my tongue. One of the dancing girls waved at me and I halfheartedly returned the gesture. I wanted to jump up and down and point at the strippers (who I'd bet my life were every girls wet dream) and scream "your here to perve at the strippers not to force yourself upon innocent by standers who just happen to be hiding from a murderous werewolf in a strip club." but no instead I just politely smiled and hoped that maybe she'd think I was gay or something, now that I think of it I am standing in a male strip club talking to a burly Irishman...great there goes my reputation.

The German beer was a godsend, I stared at it in surprise as the vamp bartender handed it to me and gestured with a smile at the beautiful French (terrifyingly powerful) women.
Imported beer, why the hell hadn't I thought of that, I must be a sadomasochist or something.
I knew that once I looked at her again I wouldn't be able to tear my eyes away, but I couldn't help my self I returned her toast relieved to find that my composure was slowly returning and flashed her one of my best smiles.

[Lily]

I was tempted to giggle at the way the handsome young man blushed when I smiled at him, but refrained. It was cute in a way, and to be honest I wasn't exactly used to being stared at like that. I mean, I'd copped the odd glance here and there as I wandered, but having spent most of my life growing up in that lovely little place known as Hell (which really was a nice place, not nearly as horrific as people might think, of course I'd probably been desensitised by this stage, meh), one didn't exactly 'pick up', especially when one's adopted Mom was the reigning Lady of Hell and other things. Long story short, it took a lot of effort on my part not to allow colour into my own cheeks.

I was amused at the girls who were paying more attention to him than the strippers and chuckled, seemed he wasn't looking for attention, I almost felt sorry for him really. I couldn't help but smile even more at the look of surprise when the drink arrived, but was glad that he appreciated the gesture as he flashed me a brilliant smile. Seemed he hadn't thought of ordering imported beer. Ah well, glad I'd been able to save the day, he really did look like he'd been suffering with the pot he had.

Speaking of such, the girls seemed to still be drooling from a distance and my beasts informed me that they might start harrassing him soon. But then, that could be seen from the way they watched him and the conspiratorial way they whispered to each other. I smiled to myself and picked up my drink, watching the group of woman as I made my way to where he was. Their eyes shot daggers at me as I brushed a hand over his shoulders then took the spare seat to the other side of him, smirking. I turned my eyes from the woman who were scowling, and smiled at the young lycan, "Hope you don't mind, but I thought I'd save you from the mob." I gestured with my eyes to the seething group.

"Lily," I held my hand out politely to shake and smiled to both men, then nodded toward the drink I'd treated him, "I hope that's to your taste. Personally, I wouldn't touch the local stuff with a fifty foot pole." I smiled then took another sip of my drink, trying not to smile at the prickles I felt on my back from looks that could kill. Wow, I'd saved the day twice now, I almost felt like a saint.