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The Music Box~ (Dance Club)
The music boomed around letting off a sense of euphoria that stirred all sorts of creatures of the night. They walked among humans, but humans were far too oblivious to be able to tell the difference, and to most this made them perfect cattle. Jack didn't much care for all that, He had seen the ins and the outs of this world, and had experience to spare in lessons of how cruel it could be. Jack came to this place often, if only to look over the dancing and enjoy the music. Long deep brown hair in a wild mess atop his head, and deep honey brown golden eyes. He had the perfect strip of hair to cover his chin and give him a very rough; yet presentable look about him. Today he wore a white button up shirt, and a pair of nice jean, a golden cross necklace around his neck, and a boot knife hidden under the jeans in place that he would have to reach down and lift his pants to obtain it.
Today was no different really for the man, his eyes scanned the crowds, and picked out every single little vamp in sight, there were significantly less of his kind here, but it didn't bother him. After all Lycan didn't like to press on vamp territory generally, it was a hidden rule because some remembered the enslavement and superiority module the Vampires ran long before. Jack didn't really care, he stopped caring long ago, and after a few times of showing HIS "superiority" to the vampires, they backed off significantly. It didn't help the reverse effect of his pheromones.
With a soft sigh, he acknowledged that he'd seen nothing interesting, and turned around to meet the gaze of the bar-tender. "just a beer will do." he said with a voice of a soft baritone, almost like a musical chord. The tender nodded one and got to work making his drink. Oddly enough he couldn't place whether he was excited over the lack of excitement, or disappointed. It didn't take long for the tender to slide the drink to him, and with a flick of his thumb he popped it open and took it down in one go. "another, I might hope to leave here a little tipsy if possible." The tender laughed and prepared another, he was used to Jacks brash attitude, and lack of enthusiasm.
The music boomed around letting off a sense of euphoria that stirred all sorts of creatures of the night. They walked among humans, but humans were far too oblivious to be able to tell the difference, and to most this made them perfect cattle. Jack didn't much care for all that, He had seen the ins and the outs of this world, and had experience to spare in lessons of how cruel it could be. Jack came to this place often, if only to look over the dancing and enjoy the music. Long deep brown hair in a wild mess atop his head, and deep honey brown golden eyes. He had the perfect strip of hair to cover his chin and give him a very rough; yet presentable look about him. Today he wore a white button up shirt, and a pair of nice jean, a golden cross necklace around his neck, and a boot knife hidden under the jeans in place that he would have to reach down and lift his pants to obtain it.
Today was no different really for the man, his eyes scanned the crowds, and picked out every single little vamp in sight, there were significantly less of his kind here, but it didn't bother him. After all Lycan didn't like to press on vamp territory generally, it was a hidden rule because some remembered the enslavement and superiority module the Vampires ran long before. Jack didn't really care, he stopped caring long ago, and after a few times of showing HIS "superiority" to the vampires, they backed off significantly. It didn't help the reverse effect of his pheromones.
With a soft sigh, he acknowledged that he'd seen nothing interesting, and turned around to meet the gaze of the bar-tender. "just a beer will do." he said with a voice of a soft baritone, almost like a musical chord. The tender nodded one and got to work making his drink. Oddly enough he couldn't place whether he was excited over the lack of excitement, or disappointed. It didn't take long for the tender to slide the drink to him, and with a flick of his thumb he popped it open and took it down in one go. "another, I might hope to leave here a little tipsy if possible." The tender laughed and prepared another, he was used to Jacks brash attitude, and lack of enthusiasm.