forum You can blame salty for this (open)

Started April 02, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

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That would be fucking wonderful. I also forgot to mention that Angel's wings can come off, so expect puns.

smh your characters are all Beautiful

also please tell me he'll go "need a hand" and then yeet his prosthetic at someone

He's definitely going to do that at some point lmao

If you don’t do that then what’s even the point of having a prosthetic

I mean I’ve got a demon with a prosthetic leg n he still yeets it at people

Angel canonically has thrown his wings at someone.

Anyhoo, should we start if there’s enough ppl on atm?

Yes.

I'm ready!

Y’all good with me just starting them out in like a club?

Sure!

(Aight)

Corinth was leaning against the bar counter, the familiar thud of heavy bass resounding through the club. It was almost overwhelming—just the way he liked it. Loud music, a mai tai, and purposely looking like a snack with his hoodie beginning to slip off his shoulder and his favorite collar glinting when a neon light would flicker by him? Definitely how he wanted to spend his night.

Angel was dancing, moving with the pulse of the music. He laughed, throwing his hands in the air to one of his new favorite songs, he had never heard it before, but he liked it. So it was his new favorite song. Anyhow! He had gotten distracted again, by a alluring woman this time. I'll have to flirt with her later, make her wait.

(Ah)

Jace had been pushed into going to a loud place by his "friends". That's what I get for getting rambunctious college friends, He reflected to himself, but pushed it off immediately. It would possibly be fun. Hopefully.
Jace was ducked in a not-so-loud corner that wasn't harried by random creeps. He wanted to leave, but his friends were keeping an eye on him. They wouldn't let him leave… alone…

Shane frowned as he casually reclined on one of the rather uncomfortable couches on the second floor of the club. From this vantage point he could see the dance floor below. His diamond colored eyes tracking the movements of the desperate humans as they gyrated against each other. A long sigh escaped his nose as he lifted his whiskey once more to his lips. He was ravenous tonight, but the pickings seemed sub par. He wanted more than just a quick bite. Oh no, tonight, he wanted to play with his food.

(It’s all good)

Eventually, Cory grew bored waiting, taking his maitai from the bar and beginning to walk around. There were two bars, the main one on the bottom floor and the smaller one on the top, where he had formerly been. Usually, he could find better pickings up there, as the less desperate patrons usually gathered there. He stretched briefly as he walked around, purposely swaying his hips a little, showing off just a bit

Andreas walked into the club, looking almost bored. He rolled up the sleeves to his white dress shirt as he walked straight upstairs, hardly even bothering to look around at the people on the first level. It was incredibly rare that anyone could pique his interest down here. He mostly came down here to flirt when he was bored and the company upstairs was boring him.

Jace plopped down on the ground with a faint sigh and a wince. The ground was cold under his bum and it helped levitate a lot of weird looks coming his way. He took off his glasses and wiped them off with his shirt, allowing that to distract him from the dirty dancing on the floor and the loud, thudding music that made his heart hurt.

Cory hummed softly to the beat as he walked around slowly, sipping his drink as he went. Someone whistled and what he thought was him, but of course, it was someone who was just behind him. Swearing under his breath, he looked around, watching someone ascend the stairs

Shane's gaze continued to flick around the club, searching…searching for that one juicy little morsel, but…nothing. It had only been a few minutes but it had felt like an eternity had passed. There was a girl trying to catch his attention on the other side of the couch he sat on. Her powerful perfume annoying him to no end. He dutifully ignored her.
His gaze snagged on a gentleman that practically stomped up the stairs. His white dress shirt starkly pure in the flashing lights of the club. Hmm. Shane sipped once more at his drink, watching the young man expertly weave his way around the crowded floor. Well, well. Maybe the night is not lost yet.

I should go up there, yeah, that seems fun! Angel thought, making sure his wings were still tucked away and hidden. He was probably high, no, definitely high. Higher than a kite, oh! What was that?

Jace decided he didn't like this scene one bit. He stood to his feet again, ducked his head after scooping his glasses back on and pushed through the crowd of horny men and women. Jace out of all people absolutely did not belong here, and he didn't care if his friends had him down in lock and paddle, he wasn't coming back. As he pushed, he recieved yelps of indignations and even a couple, "What's your problem?" and "Can't find anyone?".

Andreas made his way straight to the bar, deciding he was much too sober. He ordered a gin and tonic and let his eyes lazily gaze around the room, looking for anyone . . . interesting. He caught a man watching him over the rim of his glass. His drink now I’m hand he went to the railing and leaned over the edge, scanning the room below him. A boy was staring up the stairs and was wearing a collar. That was certainly intriguing. Between him and the lovely Prince Stare-A-Lot over here, it was shaping up to be a very interesting evening.