Who: Datura and Open Where: 7 Sins Nightclub When: Around Midnight What: Having a drink and hunting Open?: Yes, to angels, humans, and other demons Raiting: Most likely R for language and violence
It was close to mighnight, the time humans call the witching hour. And there were plenty of humans to keep Datura entertained. She said in a quite dimly lit corner of 7 Sins Nightclub with a martini on the table. She hadn't taken a drink from it yet, so she toyed with the olive. She didn't need to drink it and she certanly couldn't get drunk but sometimes she liked the taste of alcohol. What she really loved was the effect alcohol had on humans. It made them so open, so trusting, so unaware of danger. If only they knew what she was capable of, they wouldn't be anywhere near her.
She wore a black pant-suit with a red cammy underneath and high black stiletto pumps. Her hair was bound back in a long pony-tail, and her eyes were heavily kholled. She plucked the olive from the drink and bit down on it with her brighly rouged lips, tasting its bitterness. The crowd was light but there was still an impressive assortment of human cattle to choose from. It had been weeks since she had hunted last and she craved another kill. Her nature often over-ruled all other influences. Besides, she had been cooling her heels long enough. She had been without orders for months, and she was beginninig to wonder if she would receive any at all. Though like any good little hellion she awaited directions from the Master before trying to leave town.
She spotted a few young men that kept looking over at her. It was so easy for her to seduce men, they were so predictable. But for the moment she resigned to sit and wait until the perfect oportunity presented itself. She lifted the martini to her lips and took a drink from the glass. The alcohol burned her mouth, but she had been forged by hellfire so she welcomed the sensation. Then she leaned back against the chair she was sitting on and played with the necklace around her neck.