Open Bar

[Aries]

An underground bar? Now she's seen everything. The iron fist Isafaro's leaders had over this place was so bad if you wanted to get drunk you needed to move underground where the soldiers couldn't find and shoot you. How depressing. At least there was a way to party and get drunk in this city after all. Aries could hear the low pitched whistles from the other men as she navigated the bar. Smiling she decided to give them a little show by shaking her rear from side to side before sitting down at the stool in front of the bar.

"Give me something hard!"

Aries heard the snickers from the boys in the back. Yes she said hard, no need to act like a bunch of schoolgirls over it. The female made herself comfortable on top of the stool and began scanning the room for anyone who may be of interest, either to have a bar fight with or to do some flirting and see where the night takes them. Either way the half demon was feeling adventurous and wanted someone who she knew could keep up with her. A real man, as it were. Not a bunch of schoolchildren who giggled because she said hard and their minds were trapped in the gutter.

[Clash]

He was in his human form for too long, his head was starting to ache. Too many synapses, too much gray matter. His shark-brain had robotic augments but still was very primal and ran quickly with little distractions. All these extra fleshy bits, all this new space and all these complex thought patterns and hormones and chemicals. His head was throbbing and he needed something to kill off this surplus of brain cells. His blonde hair was messy, and those eyes of his showed signs of his headache. Red lines pushed from the edges deep into his irises, bloodshot to all hell.

"I'll have two of what she's having."

Clash walked up to the bar, his twin Pykes crossed over his backs in their spear forms, his clothes were loose and looked somewhat ragged. He looked over at the woman next to him, feeling certain other primitive urges kicking in despite his headache.

"Double it, in fact double what she's having too, it's on me."

He dropped a handful of Isafaro bills onto the table, he had a great deal more, several wads of stolen cash, easily carrying an imposing figure of this place's currency.

[Ayen]

“You like it rough do you?”

Drake White sat down in the stool next to Aries, on the opposite side of Clash and tapped on the table to signal the barkeep. He was out of uniform in a short sleeve blue shirt and pair of black jeans instead so nobody recognized him as one of Vulture men. That gave him some time to chill out before getting back to duty. Drake didn’t give a damn about Vulture’s laws, when he wanted to get drunk he got drunk. If somebody from the army caught him he’d just claim he was undercover. Plain and simple. He was too valuable to the army to cut anyways.

“Jack Daniels and keep them coming!” he told the barkeep before looking over to Aries and greeting her with a smile. “And what’s your name?”

[Aries]

Not one but two boys approached Aries where she sat, each just as attractive as the other and she found herself smiling to both of them. Hopefully they would be able to provide her with some much needed entertainment for a while. For a city with an evil dictator things certainly was surprisingly boring around here. Aries would reply to Drake first.

"Oh yes. I like things very rough!"

The half demon then turned her head over to Clash who just offered to pay for her drink.

"Thank you very much, deary. You're a doll."

Free drinks. You can never go wrong with free drinks. The bartender came back with her order and she took a couple zips of alcohol, allowing it to wash down her mouth and enter her body before turning back to Drake when he asked for a name.

"Ariel."

She then looked between the two.

"And you two?"

[Clash]

Clash blinked and looked at Drake. Competition! The old primal ways still held, though Clash was a shark, not an ape. He wouldn't bother if things didn't work for him. His disguise muddled him though... He gave his name anyways. "You're welcome, Name's Clash." He saw the drink before him, he took a huge mouthful of it and gave a slight cough. Clash had never touched alcohol before, but he heard the effects it had, hopefully these unfamiliar senses would be dulled a bit after some alcohol. He looked at Drake.

"And you? I don't see you buying the lady anything."

[Ayen]

Drake couldn’t help but find himself aroused at the woman’s response, that and the way she enjoyed the attention from two different guys at once gave him an idea of what kind of woman this was. Although as hot as that was Drake didn’t like the idea of sharing his women with other men. With other women sure, but not other men and by the looks of it, this was a kind of woman Drake would love to go one on one with. When she gave her name Drake took up her free hand and kissed the back of it, allowing his lips to linger for a moment enjoying the taste of her soft and moist skin.

“Drake White and I must say, you are easily the most beautiful thing to ever grace Isafaro.”

Drake attention was entirely on Ariel until he heard a name that caused his eyes to narrow over the other man. A name that reminded him of a certain woman that was not who she appeared to be. Clash. Immediately Drake sat up from his seat on the stool and walked over to the male, grabbing and staring him down with his brown eyes before speaking.

“Who the hell are you running around with that name? Did Zach and Ayanna put you up to this? Did they!?”

[Aries]

A smirk appeared on Aries' face when Drake took her hand and kissed the back of her palm, enjoying how his lips lingered on during the kiss, as if he was falling addicted to the taste of her very skin. It caused that one simple smirk to turn into a sly grin as this one was starting to win favor with the half breed, that was until he freaked out over the name of the other. Clash was an odd name sure but where exactly was Drake getting at? Oh well she didn't care, he had quickly lost the favor he was gaining in her eyes.

"Now Drake, whatever are you going on about? Or could this be a clever ploy to get rid of the competition?"

Aries was as arrogant as they came, not even considering for the smallest moment that this may very well have nothing to do with her. No. In her mind she was the center of the universe and everything must have something to do with her. Everything.

"As much as I enjoy a good fight over me this is hardly the time and place. Be a good boy and let Clash go. There's no reason the three of us can't enjoy a good time together."

[Clash]

"You know the name!?" Clash stared at Drake. "That Punk is here ruining my good name?" Clash looked like he was going to rage out and explode right there, then he sighed and took another big shot of his drink, his face changing from the burning red of anger to the more mellowed red of a man with a buzz. "It's all good." Clash pushed Drake's hand away from his and looked at Aries.

"So Aries, Drake, What kind of good time do we have in mind?"

His vengeance would have to be put on the back-burner, for now he's enjoying a strong drink with two very interesting people, and he felt his rolling headache dissolving, his human brain calming down and cease its throbbing pains.

[Ayen]

Drake looked back to Ariel dumbfounded at the show of arrogance by the woman. Was it possible that he had finally found a woman more arrogant and full of herself than he? The man blinked and shook his head as she stepped away from Clash and sat back down on his stool, gulping down more of his Jack Daniels before looking back at the other male.

“You seriously have to ask?”

Drake leaned towards Ariel and whispered in her ear.

“What do you say we dump the dead weight over here and I show you how we do things in Isafaro?”

[Aries]

"Mmmm, that is rather tempting."

Aries turned over to Drake, their lips barely touching each other as she looked into his eyes, green on brown. She moved dangerously close to Drake, attracting a jealous and envious eye or two from the other men in the room watching them but right before it looked like they would share a kiss, she cut him off and turned back over to Clash. Placing a hand on his chin she lifted him up and kissed him, passionately, making a point to use tongue as she wanted to make the other boys, particularly Drake, jealous that she chose another over him. He looked like the jealous type to her. At the end of the kiss she slowly pulled away from Clash and smiled.

"That kind of good time."

[Clash]

Clash watched Drake and Aries with a look of mild amusement, Drake certainly had a very good imagination, probably why he imagined himself worth Clash's time. Then suddenly Aries snogged Clash, his reaction was surprise at first, then a matching passion as he started to return the kiss. However he couldn't control his left leg which raised to one side and shook in an almost comical fashion, like when you scratch a dog's tummy in just the right spot.

"That kind of good time..." He looked over at Drake "Yeah... That kind of good time." He looked over at Drake, then around the bar at the jealous faces.

His mind was in the right place, the primal instincts in the forefront, his head felt clear though the alcohol still fogged his senses slightly, he grinned and looked at Aries and Drake, then grinned at Drake. "I don't see any reason why we have to make this sweet moment turn sour, Drake." Clash slapped some more bills from one of his ill-gotten wads of cash onto the table, covering another round of Drinks. Not his money, he'll spend it freely. "We like strong drinks and very beautiful women" He put an arm around Aries' shoulder and grinned to Drake, standing next to her. "I see no reason for us to let something trivial come between us, when there's so much fun in cooperation, generosity, share and share alike..."

[Ayen]

Oh you had to be kidding. There was no way that just happened, outclassed by a shark? No way! No how! If Ariel only knew what she was kissing she would be in search for the nearest bucket to throw up in. In fact, Drake would now make it his duty to educate Ariel on why sharing would be a horrible idea.

“There’s no easy way to say this so I’ll just come right out and say it….”

For the second time today Drake would sit up and then came at Clash raising a fist against him.

“This motherfucker is a goddamn shark!”

Drake sent a fist to ram into the face of Clash as hard as he could in an attempt to force a change from man to cyborg shark right before the eyes of Ariel and all the witnesses at the bar. Hell no he wasn’t going to share a babe as sexy as Ariel, especially not with a shark. Pigs would fly of their own accord before that happened.

[Aries]

Where others would have been unable to react in time Aries was already between Clash and Drake, unfortunately not in the matter she would have liked, and grabbed Drake's wrist stopping his punch dead in it's track before it could come anywhere near to hitting Clash.

"Tsk, tsk. You really are something else. Of all the things you could have said to cut Clash out of the picture you accuse him of being a shark?"

Laughter could be heard coming from the onlookers as they found this whole situation very entertaining to watch. The laughter dived down as Aries continued to scold Drake.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear before so I apologize but here's the deal: I'm a real woman. Nothing like the bimbos you'll run into between here and Jherrazad. One man isn't going to be enough to satisfy my needs. If either one of you are interested in having a good time tonight I do suggest learning to get along."

Aries released her grip on Drake and pushed him back.

"Have I made myself perfectly clear?"

[Clash]

Drake knew, the other one HAD to be here, making his life difficult, seeking to ruin his good name. It seems that his identity was already leaked to this Drake. Good thing Drake was just some random guy, he could tell he was a random guy and not, say, a government super soldier, because Drake was wearing civvies. Aries did a good job of diffusing Drake's violence, and she told Drake AND Clash what she had in mind. Share and share alike.

Clash grinned suddenly. "Perfectly clear." Clash stepped back behind Aries, his hands trailing to her hips, his mouth went beside her neck, hot breath on her skin. His hands trailed up over her sides, fingers gently moving up her body, slowly grazing her skin as he gave a small nip at her neck, his fingers clenched around the lace strings on her top, in one quick motion he suddenly pulled down, untying her top, his hands then moved to her back and in the same motion he pushed Aries to Drake. He grinned, holding her top up by the two chords. "I'm sure Drake understands as well, now."

[Dianne]

Isafaro was a vampire paradise in more ways than one; the first reason being how large the actual city was. It had a vast supplies of human beings walking back and forth from point A to point B who tasted like heaven and then there was the fact darkness choked this place and blotted out the sun casting down an endless night upon the city. Why there wasn't more vampires making this place their hunting ground was beyond her, unless it had something to do with the well organized army that served as the city's primarily defense against all attackers. Right now that wasn't on Dianne's mind. The man who had her pinned against the wall making out with her was. While things were getting reasonably steamy out in the bar things were boiling in the backroom between the vampiress and one of the bartenders. As he moved his hands to undress her top Dianne took him by surprise and slammed him up against the wall, taking charge and licking up and down his neck for the painkiller effect to kick in. Seconds later his entire life would flash before his eyes as he felt close to death while Dianne drain him of blood.

But unlike other vampires in this world Dianne refused to drink the last drops of it, no matter how tempting it was. She pulled away and kept him from falling to the ground, lightly lowering him down to the ground and undressing him. Dianne would come out of the backroom dressed like just another ordinary bartender and looked around the room, noticing how "freaky" three of the people in the place was getting with each other before walking around and serving drinks. In this guise, judging by the boys in the place, it would be far too easy to lure somebody else into that back room and watch the bodies start piling up. For now though? Dianne would settle for pouring drinks into glasses and sliding them towards the customers. Though her eyes would discreetly wander over to the three shameless individuals near the bar. Inhaling the strong scent of hormones from them, loving it.