9:00

[Raelena St. John]

"'ello, Eiji," greeted Rae, raising a bottle. "Ye want this? Was goin' ta give it ta Kenneth, but he's bein' himself."

Rae smiled evilly over at Kenneth, giving him a little salute with the alcohol that might have been his. As for Eiji, well, Rae didn't care as much as she used to. The sex god and she had always been on fairly equal terms with seduction, and currently Rae felt like she'd won in the long run. She hot a hottie consistently while Eiji still scoured for girls that Rae would have thrown away.

"Cat ears gets a soda, hook oop th' pretty one wit' his drink o' choice, an' give the lush someit' too," ordered Rae. She waved to her bartender, then indicated Locke, Eiji, and Duke in turn. She still actively ignored Micah.

"Morally relaxed tain't bad," argued Rae. She took a sip. "Though tis more fun ta corrupt, 'cept when they're legs are f**kin' glued together."

Someone was a little frustrated. So much so that she finally threw something at Duke. "An' I'm a female, ye f**kin' arshholes. An' jus' hold ye snakes in ye trousers, heard tell o' a uni bus full nearby, stoppin' fir some event or someit."

Rae shrugged, taking a sip. All she was allowed to do was flirt, and most of the guys she liked were already set up.

[mae]

"Rae!"

There was a long-legged female leaning against the bar just a few steps away from the crowd of boys, calling on the rock star. Mae Davis, who was supposedly in town strictly to see her baby sister Elliot for her birthday, had slunk into the club just a few minutes earlier with hopes of visiting her friend and bringing her usual tornado of madness down upon the godforsaken Midwestern town that the Academy had decided to move to.

Dressed in the highest of heels and shortest of shorts, the model and Lycan stood with her manicured nails curled around the edge of the bar and a shapely eyebrow raised in the direction of the blonde Scot. Before announcing herself, Mae had taken plenty of time to appreciate all the boys that had gathered themselves at the Cave for some reason or another, and had found herself something like delighted at the handful of good-looking creatures, but there would be plenty of time for them later and she knew it well enough that her violent purple eyes never drifted from Rae once she had announced her presence.

Elliot would most likely be furious with her later for a thousand reasons, but her little sister's wrath never seemed to make any difference to Mae except forcing up the occasional apology, but it was always after the fact, and always a forgery. The were sisters, and they would be always because Elliot was just too damn forgiving for her own good and Mae knew it all too well.

"Where's my drink?" She wore a small, slow smile and offered Raelena the warmest greeting between two famous, long-separated, Lycan friends with twisted benefits and something of a drinking problem. She knew the blonde would catch her meaning and see the smallest flash of affection in her eyes that was beyond rare in a creature as selfish as Mae. They were friends, and she had missed the other girl over the months, though she would never admit it.

[Eiji Almasy.]

Oh, if only he was drunk, it would have been excusable for him to giggle at Rae's words; she called him pretty! Eiji never stopped getting a kick out of that.
"Just a beer for now," he said to the bartender, turning back to Rae and the others after. There were a few unknown faces, like the young looking boy and Micah, who actually wasn't all that unfamiliar to Eiji. Duke, he knew by association, and the rest of the motley crew he was already familiar with. He gave a polite nod in Dorian's direction, and returned Noah wave while giving Kennedy a peculiar look; the sight of shiniest student-turned-professor drinking never ceased to throw him off.

"Rae," he began, the worst grin on his face, because he had already seen through the layers of caustic bite, "never mind," he said after a beat, intentionally refraining from saying anything more. He figured she was maybe frustrated enough to hit someone, and if not, well, why wouldn't she want to hit him?

"Nah, morally relaxed gets yuck real fast. You don't want to tap that stuff, seriously," he commented, expression screwing in distaste. The very feminine voice that floated toward them right afterward didn't quite have him eating his words, but it wasn't like he found himself to be in any rush to turn around either. She looked like she knew Rae though, and by the lethal look she wore, she was probably a lesbian.

[Duke Bell.]

"I know Kenneth's girl," Duke said out of nowhere, mumbling an order for a martini in the process because he was so talented. Sobriety around nine on a drinkable night made him especially obnoxious.
"Therefore," and he paused to appreciate the word, "it would figure that Raelena'd be the only girl here."

He stood beside Noah, joining their cute little congregation, and after a cursory glance at the counter and seeing that his drink wasn't finished yet, he resumed his attention on the raging, blonde proprietor.
"You know you don't count. You're a lesbian, damn proud too, so it's not like it's an insult."
Like Duke would ever think of insulting Raelena; she kept the best rum in town, plus, she ran the only passable bar and nightclub. The normally word-limited-unless-it-was-on-paper boy was particularly talkative that night, something that would either ebb away or continue, depending on his changing moods. He was about to launch into a lengthy rebuttal, about just why sluts, and women in general, were disgusting creatures of the night, when he was interrupted.

Contrary to popular belief and rumor, Duke Bell actually hated girls. It had something to do with a scheming gold digger of a mother, and the five consecutive step-mothers that followed after her, each a year closer to his own age. He was never really specific with his reasons, because there was talk about a cheating whore of an ex-girlfriend, but the point being was that he was very anti-girl, just not anti-sex. She, though was something near breathtaking, and he was either really dry or something else entirely, maybe high; God, who knew, but those legs were killer.

"Right here," he answered, tone pleasantly bewildered and typically husky, the grin on his face appreciative as he collected the martini that waited for him on the bar top.
"Duke," he introduced, the glass held out in greeting, "I don't think I know you, but I really want you to*."
If only he looked a little less interested in her legs, below her neck and just generally everywhere other than her face; he would have sounded somewhat genuine, like he wasn't thinking about that one thing.

*-_-;;

[҉ Kenneth Lorne]

"What does 'morally relaxed' mean?" Kenneth blinked, playing with the neck of his empty bottle. He looked from Noah to Eiji to Duke, all three boys clearly more intellectual than him. He made himself feel better by flexing his fingers and crunching the rim right off the glass. Brain or brawn. It was hard to come by both.

Then a hot brunette blocked out any thoughts he had and he let out an automatic cat-call. The whistle was loud and low, the first note hitting a pitch Ken's voice would never be able to reach, the second blew out on a lower pitch at increased volume. If there was one thing Ken was really good at, it was being a guy.

"Dorian, check this out."

Kenneth forgot that he was taken and was about to say something he thought would be witty and provocative when he cut his hand on the broken glass he'd left on the counter. Cursing loudly, he turned to the rockstar and put on a heartbroken puppy-dog face that should probably only be attempted by Jon.

"Rae, can I please have something to drink?"

[Dorian Wilde]

Dorian again was unappreciative of the bruise-creating slap to the arm, and
he had just finished shaking his head at the lack of intelligence Kenneth possessed. But he turned nevertheless away from the bar, the room spinning with him momentarily before settling straight. The walls seemed to orient themselves around the brunette with the longest legs he'd ever seen. Was that her gift? Her 'power'? Distract you with her shapely calves and smooth, creamy thighs and then rip your heart out like every girl did?

He watched as Duke made his move, and Dorian chuckled darkly to himself.

"Fall in love with her," he urged. If tones had colours, his would be black, "the booze will taste great and the sex will be even better. Then she'll rip you to pieces."

The cynic's eye fell on Jon. As did his wrath.

"It doesn't matter how good you are to her," Dorian laughed a short, cold bark, "she won't be worth it."

[Raelena St. John]

Mae would have to find some way to infiltrate a boys' night out. Even though Rae thoroughly enjoyed seeing Mae, with all the strange happiness in that relationship, she didn't care much for the implied complication. Unbidden images of a cuddling Eve popped in Rae's mind, even as the perpetually horny rockstar stared at the perfect legs coming her way. Could Rae just... was that even allowed?

"'ello, lass, tis been a while," Rae twisted, calling a familiar order to the barkeep: Mae's drink. Another barmaid would worm her way over to the purple-eyed siren, though not without winking at Duke as she passed. "An' I'll take tha' as a compliment, Scruffy."

Rae hadn't quite decided how she should be treating Duke just yet. He had an incorrigibility about him that resonated strongly with Rae's own personality. But there was something there that grated on Rae, and she recalled how often annoyances like him disturbed her.

Oddly enough, the smell of blood distracted Rae, and she turned to see a cut Kenneth. "Bloody, hell, f**kin' idjit." She slid over her bar, ducking beneath it. Soon enough she was tossing a bandage at the idiot, following up with a drink on the counter. Top popped, and fizz ran over her hand.

"Ye could o' jus' waited, ye didnae have ta injure yeself, idjit," she snorted, nudging the liquor toward him. "Anyone else want someit while I'm back here?"

[ken]

In truth, it didn't bother Kennedy that thus far the only girl present was the rampaging lesbian. He did realize that not everyone had a sexy, nymphomaniac blonde in love with them, so he did understand where they were coming from. What bothered him most was that Rae hadn't pushed the issue. Last Kennedy checked, his friend craved women like most women craved chocolate. Not begging Kenneth for more was just peculiar.

And remained so even after the stunning brunette entered. Kennedy instantly knew that there was something more going on there. For starters, his Gifts didn't shift as she walked by. And there was that unsettling intimacy with St. John. This girl was most likely a lycan, and an honest to god maneater. So while normally Kennedy disagreed with Dorian, on this he whole heartedly agreed.

"Any female that familiar with Rae is probably wild," agreed Kennedy. He took a contemplative sip of his alcohol. "The ones who aren't don't stick with her that long.

"Does that count for enough women for you?" finished Kennedy, looking to Eiji, then scanning the rest of the crowd.

Dorian's ire looked to be turned toward poor Jon, and again Morgan's words rose to Kennedy's mind.

"He's just too... weak, Kennedy. And he's not really doing anything. How the hell am I supposed to stay with someone like that?"

"Better stick with drinking and keeping my mouth shut," muttered Kennedy, tipping back again.

[Ҩ Jonathan Empris]

"Ken he's doing it again," Jon commented, taking a mouthful of ice water. He was very tempted to dump the glass on Dorian's head, but he was absolutely certain that Dorian would retaliate with something that would make his ears ring for two or three days.

"I say we put his profile online," he said instead, letting his lips take on a natural-looking smile. Of course he'd seen Mae, and of course he recognized she was hot. But she wasn't Morgan, so he didn't waste time vying for her affections. He agreed with Kennedy though; she didn't look like a tame kitten.

Like me.

He sighed, and overheard Kennedy's muttering.

"It's hard to drink with your mouth shut." He was either clever or childish to twist Kennedy's words around like it, but regardless of which, he was 100% Jon.

[Leogare Lasteulf]

The roar of an engine could be heard screeching to a stop outside. A punk looking man wearing a bike helmet entered the club, and pulled off the helmet letting his hair fall into place. He'd heard this was a regular party place, so he thought he'd check it out. And it didn't look half bad, though he did notice Mr. Sponge sitting with some people.

"Yo sponge." He said by way of a greeting, waving in acknowledgment of the man, he then made his way to the bar.

The best performance required proper lubrication after all. "Something strong, fast and hard." He said to the obvious waitress with a grin. Thinking to himself.

I'll see if I can't return it to you by the end of the night.

[noah]

Noah laughed, about to reply to Rae as Eiji answered with almost the exact thing he himself had been thinking. As far as the New Yorker was concerned, there were desperate times when a pretty face was all the mattered, but for the most part, he wasn't interested in endangering his most vital parts by risking catching something corrosive from the wrong sort of girl.

"Yeah, I'll wait patiently enough for the fùck if it comes without the yuck." Grinning to himself a bit too proudly at his own presumed cleverness, Noah took a long swig of his beer, willing himself, as Kenneth had been earlier, to somehow suddenly become a lightweight. Any coherent thoughts that followed were swiftly forgotten at Mae's introduction, and any thing he had even considered saying would have been drawn out by the chorus of approval by the surrounding boys.

The Cavanite felt like he had seen the girl before, and he was surely never one to forget a pair of legs like that, but after a few minutes he was still at a loss to place her and gave up, settling back against the bar and turning his attention to his beer.

"And once you start drinking there's hardly hopes of keeping your mouth shut at all." Noah winked at Jon as they playfully ganged up on Kennedy. Despite his flirtations with Morgan, Noah liked Jon a great deal, and more than anything, it looked like the boy needed to be rescued from Dorian's surly wrath.

[mae]

Mae's sweet smile didn't last very long, not when she could practically feel several pairs of eyes burning into her figure and the sugar melted into something decidedly more wicked. The Lycan let her eyes linger on the assorted boys once more, her sharp purple eyes inspecting them one by one with little attempt at shame or humility. After all, they had made none and she was merely returning the favor. Kenneth, while severely far from her type, caught the model's interest right away. It was something of a combination of his broad shoulders and how he seemed to have about as much reserve of she herself. Eiji held no interest for her because he had already vehemently been spoken for, and while this usually only served to encourage Mae all the more, he hardly stood out in the crowd full of handsome; besides, she was all too aware of how much tedious and unavoidable hell her baby sister would put her through should Mae attempt to sink her claws into the blonde's personal pretty boy on her birthday weekend. Licking her lips, she sighed and decided to leave him for another night.

Picking up her drink and paying absolutely no attention to the waitress, Mae took a long sip and found herself smirking that Rae still remembered how much she loved a good Tequila Sunrise. Leaning on the bar as the Scot dove behind it, Mae smiled at her with all the makings of a ruse.

"I missed you," she wiggled her eyebrows, looking nothing short of enticing as she licked her lips once more, voice intentionally heavier than normal. Something had changed about the other girl and Mae was determined to get to the core of it - until Duke started rambling somewhere at her side and she gave up on Rae altogether. Turning slowly and pushing away from the bar, the Lycan walked toward Duke, the footfalls of her dangerous stiletto's ringing against the ground with every deliberate step.

"I used to have a dog named Duke," she wasn't lying; he had been a German Shepard, and not near as cute as the boy in front of her. Her striking purple gaze swept over the boy and she soon found him to be something quite close to remarkable; it was probably his eyes, she decided quite suddenly, or maybe the way his lips were curling to form a smirk that was somehow even more wolfish than her own. Her dog Duke had, in his old age, taken to biting people, and fleeting, she wondered if that Duke and this one, had something in common.
"What do you want to know?" Because she was all but sure he had already formed his own solid opinion about her, because that's what boys like this were really good at, but thinking like that would make her a hypocrite and so she banished away the thoughts with a taste from her cocktail before lowering the glass, peering at him over the rim with an eyebrow raised in question.

Past them she could hear the other boys carrying on, and save for Dorian, she paid little attention. Always the sadist, Mae had a bit of a thing for wounded hearts, and it didn't help any that she knew exactly who had caused this one. Her gaze slid over Duke's shoulder and to the surly boy that stood a few stools down as he continued to snarl at everyone within earshot. Her smirk became something of a proud grin as she thought of her baby sister and then turned back to the boy immediately before her, still awaiting his next move.

[Ϛ Christopher Nightingale]

What the hell am I doing here?

You know, for once, I couldn't agree more.

For a moment Chris honestly forgot why he was at the club. All he could think of was how he hated clubs and hated crowds and didn't even know anyone in the building. Well, that was only a half-truth; nearly everyone there had enough of a reputation that he could at least match a name to a face, if his memory didn't decide to conk out on him. But the point was, he really didn't want to be there.

But it didn't take long for the events previous to play out in his mind again. The invitation from Kenneth (one of 'The Boys', as they had so pretentiously come to be know), his confusion and suspicion at how the boy even knew he existed, his decision to throw the invite in the trash, and...

I don't know what you see in that girl. She's nothing but trouble.

...Claire's finding the note and insisting he go.

Apparently he didn't 'get out enough', in her eyes. And when he pointed out that he and she went out quite a bit nowadays, she just told him that she meant with friends. He had been too preoccupied with wondering whether he should be worried that she didn't lump herself in with 'friends', or pleased that she was more than a friend to him, to bother arguing, or even answering. And in the end, when the latter won out, his resulting smile somehow communicated that he agreed with her. Too much of a pushover to correct her opinion, he had dressed quickly and headed for the club, more than a little late.

And now he stood in the doorway, unwillingly beginning to turn invisible due to the pure discomfort of it all. He found himself suddenly wishing dearly he was back in the UK, if not to be away from this all, then at least to be able to properly drown his discomfort in alcohol.

You should probably at least say hi to the one that invited you, since you're always so hung up on being polite.

He's... busy....

[Duke Bell.]

Dorian was really turning his game off. The words he said to Duke were just plain disturbing, and if he were to be honest, which he wouldn't, gave him a bitter aftertaste because the truth in it was unavoidable; so yeah, it was a very real possibility, but he wasn't likely to fall for it again. Rae was another distraction and he didn't really pick up the words spoken to him, or around him either, because, well, he needed a drink. The martini disappeared quickly enough, and he left the olive in the glass because he wasn't anywhere nearly buzzed yet to stomach those horrendous fruits. Just after he'd ordered another, that electric presence had him returning his focus to her, until she called him a dog, that is.

It was at least once a month that Duke often agreed to the need to be put back into place. He was a little eccentric, though that didn't seem to be an accurate description either; unique seemed more of a fit, because he actually was unlike any other. Her comment rung true; he would be the first to admit that he was a debauched soul, more ghastly than gentlemanly with the worst and most contradicting code of conduct. To be referred to her childhood dog was perhaps aptly, and he would have even appreciated it if she had been beautiful.

Breathtaking, hot and killer were not the same as being beautiful. Her face was sweet, pretty even, but the ugliness that he saw there too, was overwhelming. Duke, while a dick, was a master of judgment , all conceitedness* aside. This was a boy willing to separate himself entirely from his best friend, because of the inherent truth he saw; to leave behind a girl he could have been happy with because of what he discovered about her nature. A hypocrite, but something of an honorable one, he saw the promise of ruin in her face, and the way she would probably delight from it; ah fuck, morally relaxed bitch for sure, and he wasn't going to touch that.

"You almost had me," he told her, the grin impious and he allowed for a momentary tone of honesty; she really had, poor girl.
"As pretty as they come, and those legs," he broke off in laughter, up-downing the length of her legs which was an amazingly enjoyable act, "just aren't enough to hide that you're a whore. Goodbye."
Duke grasped his new martini and walked around her to where Noah was and near Kennedy Cavan. Aw, hell.
"Is this even allowed?" he asked the Professor.

[mae]

She’d been right in assuming that he was one to bite.

Mae’s grin faltered for only a second, before the wickedness of it all prevailed and she was left smirking. She was a model, and the entertainment business had never been one to sugarcoat things and as such her skin was a bit thicker than most. This life was her one and only and she had chosen to live it with a bit of a tilt, and that path always came with it's fair share of slurs. Of course she was lying to think that work and a few deadbeat boyfriends held the blame for the way she could take being spoken to like that, but no one was asking, and so she was free to fool herself.

Mae took a long sip from her drink, licking her lips at the sweet, nectarine sting of the tequila as she set the glass aside, her deadly violet eyes lingering on Dorian now. If Rae wasn’t going to pay her any mind then she could surely find some amusement in some other venue, because honestly, who needed friends when there were boys?

She knew his face, she was sure of it, because Elliot kept a photo of the pair of them together, and it had actually been the very reason that Mae had not been greeted properly the second she showed up to surprise her sister. Instead of a kindly ‘Oh! Mae, I’m so happy to see you’, she had walked in on the blonde wearing her most dejected expression with the photograph in her hands and almost immediately, the entrance of her older sister set her into a fit of sobs and incoherent babblings about what a horrible person she had been, and the guilt and all that such nonsense that Mae simply didn’t believe in. Elliot would always be a heartbreaker, she had said softly, gathering the younger girl up in a hug. It was the just their nature, they were too smart to fall in love, they knew better.

But now, looking across the bar at the devastatingly handsome boy now, she felt that perhaps she could help the poor creature out, at least ease the pain some. The Lycan finished her drink and pushed it away, already trying to stifle her impious grin and failing horribly.

“You shouldn't be making assumptions like that, especially about someone you don‘t know.” She was speaking directly to Dorian, her gaze never wavering as she tapped her manicured nails against the top of the bar, daring him to come closer. And somewhere in her lethal gaze, she was clearly asking how he could possibly think someone that looked like her, and someone he had no real idea about, couldn’t be worth it.

“Come here,” and she patted the stool besides where she stood as something honest replaced the normally catty nature of her expression and she looked genuine suddenly, absent of her usually sting. “Tell me about the girl.” Tell me about my little sister that did you favor and turned you into a cynic like the rest of us.