the devil wants to dance ---* atlas.

[JUDAS LEVI SAGAR]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Judas was a social person. But never had been social enough to visit this place. Being who he was, he was kind of creeped out by a dark place like this that he knew was full of things that e'd rather not see and socialize with. However, it was time to grow a pair and just enjoy yourself. He was quite the pessimist sometimes, as well as quite sceptical. Today was a day to just put that behind and stop being paranoid really. Running his fingers through his hair, Judas took his glasses off, just wiping them off with the hem of his shirt. They weren't dirty, but it was habit. As was a good old fag. Pulling out his packet of cigarettes, Judas lit one. He was just leaving his apartment, his room mates having bailed on him. Oh well, he'd find company. He was not shy, he would do that quite easily. H wasn't one to just sit by the bar by himself, he danced. Other people danced too, so why not?

He lived a little way from the Club, but Judas fancied the walk. The fresh air was the second favourite place of his to be, the first being the water. Not name people knew that he had a tail, apart from his parents, Lauren and Delma. That's it. He refused to tell anyone because he was so embarrassed about it, so hie time in the water quite often was very lonely, and that's why he liked to go out. He was usually quite careful with his clothing, making sure to cover up in case any water got on it, but by now he was fed up with feeling so hot all the time, so all he wore was a t-shirt. He loved the water because he got sick of hiding who he was all the time. It felt good to just be in his tail and enjoy the salty water of the lake, or of the sea. Also, it allowed for exercise and quiet time to think and ponder. He knew that was quite a lonely life to lead, but he just didn't want to tell anyone. He was always so scared that they would look at him just as his parents had, with a pure look of utter disgust.

With a long sigh, this boy made sure he walked slowly, relishing the feel of air on his hair. Because he knew that at the club there would be a lot of hot and sweaty bodies and he would have to wait a bit to feel the coolness again. He didn't like to feel cramped, though he was kinda hoping to find a boy to distract him from that. Judas has never hidden that he was gay. Ever. Not even when he first changed into a merman. Because a tail was such a big secret to hide, he thought it would be so tiring to keep something as stupid as your sexual orientation under wraps. He liked dudes. So what? It was a free country, he could like dogs if he wanted. Which of course he didn't. That would be creepy. Judas pulled out his phone, making sure to text Adam to leave the keys under the mat when they came up, cause he somehow had misplaced his. Well, left it in a pair of jeans somewhere which he was not about to turn around and get. And he was sure that they would be back before him, if all went well. If not, he didn't mind wandering around a bit, he loved night life, though he knew it was rather dangerous these days. But what were the chances that someone was gonna come and get him in particular? Very small indeed.

Nearing the club, he pondered a little about the name. Club of Daggers. How sinister, he felt, but it was also very suited for a place like that. It was like a club but darker and more scary really, which gave a feel of adrenaline for him. That weird feeling in his stomach when he saw a big guy and his thoughts were run away, run away now. And then the moment he left it was gone. Judas himself was a coward when it mattered. He would not go out of his way to risk his life to save anyone, he would be too afraid to lose his. But he had never really been put in that situation, so he didn't actually know what he would do. There was only a small line by the club, and he got in quickly. The musky smell of people was there, and Judas was not the typical guy to walk straight to the bar, now he would go dance, then he would go drink, because the music was already whisking him away.

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[atlas]

We are young! We are young!
We drink and we fight and we love just because we are numb.
We're on the run and you're never gonna chase us down.
We are young.
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The shower was always one of Atlas’s favorite places in the world. It was one of the only places he could really think without worrying about someone interrupting. Living with two fairly popular brothers and himself who had more than a handful of friends, Atlas never had that much of an opportunity to be on his own to think. Don’t get it wrong, he loved being with his friends, and most of the time his thoughts were negative anyways, but he still needed time to get everything out, and the shower always seemed to fulfill that need. He probably spent a total of 5 minutes actually washing himself in the shower, but they always seemed to take half an hour before he forced himself to get out. Tonight, he felt as the warm water washed over him. Atlas thought about his parents. He thought that his brothers would probably have been so much better off if they hadn’t been killed. He felt like he’d failed a lot of the time. He watched Bishop go out every night and not come back until the next afternoon and Castor wasn’t much better. He just wasn’t there enough. He felt lost every time he tried to do something. Atlas leaned his head against the shower trying to contain his grief from coming out in a scream. He tried so hard to take over for mom and dad after they died, but he just wasn’t as strong as them. He wasn’t as good. Trying to wipe those thoughts out of his mind, Atlas turned off the shower and with it all this loathing. He was going out to drink with some of his friends tonight at Club of Daggers. It was the one of the few decent clubs in town, so everyone went there. Going out helped Atlas escape some of his internal conflicts, so he did it often.

Atlas towel dried his hair, brushed his teeth and put on some clothes. He wasn’t the biggest fan of dressing up. It made it difficult to shift quickly, so a pair of jeans and a button down usually sufficed. Atlas walked into his kitchen and filled up a shot glass with some vodka and threw it back. He would drink more at the club, but a buzz when he got there would be nice. He chugged a bottle of water and replaced it with the strong smelling liquid. “You’re only young once,” Atlas reminded himself before taking a gulp. He knew that he wasn’t being the best influence for his brothers, but he didn’t ask for his parents to die when he’d just turned 18. It was a terrible thing to think, but he’d kept them alive for four years, he deserved to have some fun. Taking another drink, Atlas grabbed his house keys, left his brothers a note and headed out the door.

The bus system had always been Atlas’s favorite transportation option. He barely ever used his own car, and since tonight he didn’t have a designated driver, it was Atlas’s only option. He especially loved riding the bus at night. That’s when all of the really interesting people showed up, especially in this city. By the time he’d made it to the club he’d already seen two witches, an immortal and a ghost who he assumed got hit by a bus or something. Stepping off, Atlas had already gotten halfway through the bottle of vodka. He could feel the buzz coming, so he decided to get in the building before he made any bad decisions. The club was always dark and with the larger than average crowd, it made it even more of a difficulty to get through. He got to the bar and got a drink from the bartender. Atlas needed an escape tonight and if that meant waking up in some random person’s bed the next day with no recollection of how he got there or the person’s name, so be it.

Atlas forced his way back through the crowd, trying to look for some of his friends that were supposed to meet him there. Checking his watch, Atlas realized he’d made it 15 minutes earlier than they’d planned. Now, he just looked for anyone he’d recognize, but the strobe lights turned on and the girl in front of him rammed his arm into the guy behind him, causing a spill all down the back of the shirt. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Atlas said before seeing that his drinks victim had been Judas Sagar. “Oh, hey buddy,” Atlas smirked. He’d met Judas at one of the parties at their university. Luckily, the drink had hit more of the floor than Judas. “Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?” Atlas had learned that party fouls were usually solved by free alcohol. The irony of being young never ceased to amaze him.

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ooc-i guess he really is a frat boy... haha

[JUDAS LEVI SAGAR]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Judas knew all about these supernatural species. Having lived in the dumps and on the street, he had come to the bad end of these people, and he knew that some of them were downright cruel. So, it was a wonder to him how all of them came together now, humans and supernaturals, and not hurt each other. Just dance with each other without any chaos. It was such as nice atmosphere, with hidden possibilities, with people that are not hiding but just relaxing and having fun, just as Judas himself was. He had never been to this club, but he found himself enjoying it more than he thought, the anonymity feeling great, no one knows you and you know no one. They don't know his secrets, he does not know theirs, it is so surreal and he felt free.

Right at that moment his body was pressed against a cute guy who was smiling at him flirtatiously. He was pretty, but not Judas's usual type. It didn't matter now though, he was merely enjoying the moment, the feel of dizziness washing over him as he was enveloped in a mass of people. Eventually Judas moved away from the boy to go and get a drink and then what he always hoped would not happen happened. Someone bumped into him, but that was not what ticked him off, it was the feel of something wet against his back. He had exactly ten seconds before he would sprout a tail and he sure as hell did not want that happening, so he pulled off his t-shirt in a panic revealing a muscled torso and a whole heap of tattoo's. He used that t-shirt to wipe any traces of water, and all that happened in four seconds. Phew. That had been too close.

Judas's expression was angry, even when he saw that he actually knew the ass hole that nearly ruined everything for him. "Do you ever watch what you're fucking doing?" He growl was loud and angry, but of course Judas was being unreasonable if only because Atlas was not to know that he had a tail. That at the mere touch of whether he grew what he loathed most, but more importantly, he probably did not see that it was Judas so it did not matter if he knew those things or not. He felt like a dick now. He sight frustratedly, scratching the back of his head. "I'm sorry, that was rude. You just caught me off guard, spilling all that liquid on me. Not good." Judas didn't know what else to say without making the situation worse, and it must have looked weird to this boy that Judas had taken his shirt off. Oh well, what he doesn't know can't hurt him.

With the apology coming from the other boys lips Judas felt happier. At least he was sorry, and there was free drinks involved so why not? He needed the buzz anyway. "Sure, fine, as long as you don't get any more on me I'll be happy." Ugh, Judas felt so self conscious standing there, half naked, but he could not put the shirt back on until it dried. Otherwise he would die from embarrassment or humiliation. Another reason why Judas felt embarrassed was that Atlas was totally cute and he was just standing there like a ponce with no shirt on, but Atlas was straight, so that thought could be cut off right there. Way to go boy. But being a merman meant not wearing a shirt most of the time, but it was different then because he was usually in the water, with Lauren who was a girl so it didn't matter, or with Delma who could not even see him. He must look like a right idiot, he just hoped that the other boy would not think he was a total weirdo.

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