jonmarrok (jonmarrok) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-16 00:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | ben bale, place: la, ~ash marrok, ~jon marrok |
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Who: Ben, Ashley, and Jon
Where: Avarice
When: Thursday, Feb. 11
To Ben, at least... it felt like Avarice was the one place that he could go to get away from the drama, from the death. Here, people were dancing. Drinking. Swaying to the music. The two-level club was bumping, full of people wanting to forget their problems. The music was loud, and right now was some tune by Satyricon. Hands in the pockets of the blazer he was wearing over his jeans and Metallica t-shirt, the young lycan watched the people, blissfully unaware of everything going on... and found himself for once envying them.
The black Honda Civic pulled up outside of Avarice, occupied by both Jon and Ash. They were there to meet Ben, the werewolf leader of L.A. for the very first time and even though Jon had spoken to the man on the phone once, he was still quite giddy with nerves over a face to face encounter. He'd seen many bad meetings among the species when he attended them along side his father to learn pack dealings. But Mr. Bale seemed to be one of the few civilized of the werewolves Jon knew about, so there was hope.
"Now remember, Ash," Jon looked to his brother in the passenger side seat. "Be polite, and show respect. This guy was a friend of Dad's somehow I think. And we're only here in L.A. because Mr. Bale has allowed us to be. Understand?" He was firm, but gentle in his demands of his sibling.
Ash just nodded, only nervous then because he could feel it coming from his brother in waves. He took a deep breath to steady himself and then looked back over at his brother, hand reaching for the car door.
"Don't be so nervous, Jon. You're making me nervous." He mumbled, but then gave his big brother a smile of support and got himself out of the car. His blue eyes surveyed the club in front of him. He'd never been inside of a nightclub before and it was sort of exciting. He waited for Jon to be at his side before they walked towards the front doors together.
Before they even entered the club, Ben could smell them. Face it. In a club full of human and one or two vamps and demons... another wolf stands out like someone lit a damned fire in the back. He put on his best business-face, not wanting to bring them into the stress he was currently under. He straightened up against the bar, taking a deep breath.
The music hit the young werewolves like a wall. Jon hadn't expected their meeting to be during normal business hours but then again, he wasn't the one in charge here. Lightly, he touched Ash on the arm, gesturing for him to follow closely. They were in dangerous territory for someone Ash's age Jon knew all too well since he'd been frequenting clubs since well into his early teenage years thanks to fake i.d.'s.
Neither boy had any idea what Ben looked like, but when they approached the bar where the man stood, Jon easily picked him out simply by scent alone. He gave a curt nod in Mr. Bale's direction along with a warm smile as they approached.
Ash was oblivious to Jon's touch on his arm, his gaze was roaming all about the inner workings of the club with interest. The dancing had him interested the most, the pounding music he could feel in his chest, the scent of skin, sweat and sex. He didn't even really notice that they'd come to a stop in front of a man until he almost ran into Jon's back. He finally looked at him, assuming he was the werewolf they where there to meet without needing to rely on scent. That, and he trusted his big brother enough to know what was going on and what they needed to do.
He didn't do much greeting, just watched the older werewolf and kept his mouth shut. His brother could do the talking. Knowing him, Ash would just get them into some sort of trouble with his big mouth.