Post by OZSTYN JEREMIAH RIVERWOOD on Aug 24, 2013 19:05:55 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #610B0B solid; border-bottom: 10px #610B0B solid;] i feel like dancin' tonight ( WORDS ) 450 ( TAGGED ) OPEN ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Ozstyn decided that he seriously loved Adam Lambert. It was well into the night at the Maison de Putes, and, like every other night, there were scores of supernaturals mingling and closing shady deals and selling illegal things. Magnificent. The bass was deep and loud, drowning out the sound of the laughter of friends here for a drink as well as the growls of a pair of werewolves beating the shit out of each other. The air was thick and hot and neon lights flashed and girls walked around wearing the shortest shorts and a brave few even sauntered past without a top. The people here were disgusting and slutty and drunk. This was his kind of place. Of course it was. He literally owned the entire establishment, though little knew that fact. The only thing most of the people around here knew was that he was here a lot, and sometimes danced on Friday nights. Actually, here he was, in the lap of an underage boy as he snogged him, and that started with a simple, "Oh, I love watching you on Fridays!" The boy couldn't be more than sixteen, but he was a damn fine kisser. Alas, Ozstyn tried to refrain from sleeping with minors, and was gone after a quick kiss to the cheek. He figured he would go back to his secret office to take care of a few things, namely writing out a check to one of the girls that worked here because she was a favorite among the men. It was important to him that his employees were rewarded right, but someone just so happened to catch his eye just as an Adam Lambert song began to play. For Your Entertainment. The vampire's eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, inhaling the mixed scents of the club. He could definitely go for some sex right about now. And that someone could possibly satisfy his need. His eyes opened and immediately he scanned the area to find the person who had caught his attention just moments before. Bingo. Just by the bar, an attractive female stood alone, most of the partygoers now on the dance floor. What a lovely opportunity. He sauntered over, fingers loosening the blood red tie that hung around his neck. They also undid his shirt by three more buttons, the tattoos on his chest partially exposed now. He came to stand beside the stranger, resting his elbows on the counter as he asked for some red wine. As the bartender left to fulfill that order, Ozstyn's gaze traveled over the woman with half of a smirk. "I haven't seen you here before," he commented, flicking his hair out of his face with a flirtatious smile. OUTFIT: white dress shirt, red tie, black skinny jeans, grey Converse NOTES: i thought he needed a new template cx |
table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by all time low
