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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 18:14:35 GMT
It was another normal night for the prostitute. Silas was making his rounds across the bar, eyes flirting dangerously with anyone who's look his way. Being bisexual had its perks; he could seduce anyone and anyone could be his target. Not that he didn't want sex, he just wanted more than that. Money. Jewels. Some sort of reward for being so wonderfully evil. Pretty women with lots of jewelry or large men with fat wallets...Anyone was game for the male.
Tonight hadn't been as good of a night as others. There was hardly anyone in the bar, and hardly any of those people had what he wanted. After moving across the room he sat at the bar, ordering a fruity drink to sip on. He needed to people watch in order to get what he wanted. And hopefully someone would walk in that caught his eye.
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Post by HAVEN LOVELL on Aug 26, 2013 22:31:04 GMT
Fruity drinks and glitter covers clothing, there was no other way to celebrate. But an empty bar really put a damper on his good mood. Where was everyone? There weren’t even any pigheaded men trying to flirt with him, not that he missed them much. It would have been amusing to mess with them for a bit, maybe get a few drinks for free. Sometimes idiots who couldn’t tell a man from a woman were useful, after all. Free drinks were free drinks.
He took a seat at the bar, figuring out whether he wanted passion fruit mojito or maybe a cool blue Hawaiian. The aerialist tapped his chin thoughtfully. Choices, choices. Why did deciding on drinks have to be so difficult? At least the bartender seemed preoccupied so he had time to think. His eyes wondered from the chalkboard menu, picking up the man who’d come to sit beside him. “Hey.” He greeted, feeling friendly with a few drinks already in him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 22:45:52 GMT
The woman who sat beside him was adorable. Silas, still completely sober, could tell that she already felt a little tipsy and that made his job so much easier. The usual sly smirk caught his lips and he hummed toward her with a wink. "Hello to you too." His words were almost purred out as he waved the bartender over. "I'll have a mojito please." He called, and then returned his gaze back to the person beside him.
"Tell me..." his voice was a harsh whisper over the club's background music. "What brings the likes of you to something so...dirty." Silas hadn't meant to offend; in fact his words were a compliment to how beautiful this woman was in the stench of such lowly men and women seeking entertainment at the hour. "I'm Silas, and you are...?" The male's voice dripped with honey, and something poisonous at the end.
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