I mingle with the gods, I mingle with divinity Who: Zania and Luke Where: A local club When: Late night
Even on her night off, Zania needed the energy that being among a crowd brought. It was one thing to work in a bar, but another to experience it. Tonight she could drink, dance, and not worry about having to remain professional, indulging to her heart's desire. Some might have said it was dangerous for a single woman to party alone, but she wasn't worried. Even completely toasted, she was convinced she could take care of herself. It wasn't like she was unarmed, and that didn't count her blade.
With a grin and a laugh she bounced off the dance floor, heading back towards the bar. Her footing was a little off and her heels certainly didn't help, but she walked with confidence, enjoying the attention she got from the men around her. And the jealous looks. Let them talk. Something about having other girls envied her always made her smile.
Truth be told the last place Luke should have been was out on the town, seeing what trouble he could scare up. And yet, it was the only thing he ever really wanted to do. What fun was being the life of the party when there wasn't anyone else around to enjoy it with him? Honestly, he was not staying home and feeling sorry for himself just because his (stolen) cable box had shit the bed, again, even if his dog had given him that trademarked sad puppy look before he left. Monster would be okay by himself for the night, and the dog was always willing to sleep in with him through most of the day, so Luke didn't worry.
He was older than a lot of the people around him, not just in actual age but in appearance, but that never stopped Luke before this and he didn't consider it a setback now. Dressed in some of the better clothes he owned - jeans that were miraculously without holes, and a clean tee - maybe he didn't stick out quite as much as he feared he did. He was currently nursing a drink he couldn't actually indulge in (what? tequila still smelled good to him, damn it!) when the young woman bounced her way over to the bar and to the empty seat next to him. Giving her a smile, completely oblivious to the fact that his fangs were visible, he leaned in so she could hear him over the music around them. "You look like you're having a good time."
The nice thing about being a woman in a bar was that Zania rarely had to buy her own drinks. As soon as the man spoke up, she expected that to be the case, and turned to face him with a smile. Oh! He had fangs! Even though she worked at Heme and saw vampires every single day, it still surprised her to see them anywhere else. They fascinated her, almost dangerously so, but a little bit of danger in her life was something Zania enjoyed. She would not shy away from chatting up a vampire; there was no harm in that. "I am," she smiled. "What about you?" He certainly wasn't as toasted as she was, but she guessed it was harder for him to get his kind of drink around here. The tequila he was holding had to be for appearances, to help blend in amongst a sea of breathers.
If there was one thing this whole Light of May business was good for, it was the fact that Luke didn't have to worry about his fangs anymore. Granted, he wasn't necessarily a "bad" vampire when it came down to it, but some people were just batshit when it came to all of that stuff. At the end of the day, all he wanted was to be himself and find a way to still have a good time. Being a Wayward Son, that could sometimes be a challenge, thanks to his nonexistent luck. "Always," he said, raising his glass to her. It was still mostly full, aside from the few sips he'd taken from it for show. In truth he was more sober in the moment than he liked to be, but that was only a matter of time. "You thirsty? Hey, bartender! The lady here needs a drink." Thank god he'd worked this weekend, what little tips he did make would be enough to cover a few drinks.
Zania wouldn't be needing many in her condition, otherwise she wouldn't be able to walk. Drunk was fun, but getting sick? That was neither fun nor attractive. She'd avoid it if she could, though she was always bad at figuring that line out for herself. Maybe just one more. One couldn't hurt, plus he was buying. "Thanks," she smiled, scraping her teeth over her bottom lip before holding out her hand. "I'm Zania." She eyed his drink once more, then finally said what was on her mind. "I didn't think vampires could drink tequila." Maybe they could. Maybe some could. Hell, with all the variations of creatures out there, it wouldn't surprise her if there were tequila drinking vampires, though she would have guessed them to be south of the border, not all the way up here in Michigan.
His hand slid into hers, his grip strong merely from the fact that he was a vampire, but he was sure not to squeeze so hard as to hurt her. "Luke," he said as the bartender came over. "What's your poison?" He was of the belief that just one more drink never hurt anyone, no matter who you were or what your tolerance was. Luke was a great guy to party with, but he'd never found out what was too much for himself, much less able to recognize it in someone else. "Well," he glanced down into his own glass, "technically you can, but it doesn't actually do anything to you." The scowl on his face said what he thought about that, "Still kind of like it, though." Drinking the blood of someone who had been drinking tequila? Luke could easily get drunk off of that.
His hands were cold, something Zania knew to expect yet only now experienced for herself. He wasn't ice-cube cold, just... cooler than a normal human. It made her wonder what a vampire's body temperature was and she supposed it was probably close to room temperature, whatever that happened to be. "I'll have a Cape Cod," she answered, half to the bartender and half to Luke. Simple drinks were more likely to keep her from getting sick, so that's what she would stick to, though she did love her some tequila. As awesome as tequila was, it wouldn't mix well with what she'd already had. "I'm not well stocked tonight, otherwise I'd have something for you," she said, leaning against the bar. She was out partying, which meant she wasn't even trying to work. "If you're into that, I mean. I know some won't drink from the bottle." Zania didn't really care what the laws were; laws were meant to be broken. If she were a vampire, she had the feeling she'd want it from the source herself.
Luke hardly noticed the chill in his hands anymore, otherwise he would have said something. Truth be told, there were a lot of things that he'd forgotten over the years. Whether it was from his turning, the amount of brain cells he'd killed over the years, he'd never know. He smiled, shooing the bartender away to get her order, only to glance over at Zania and blink a few times. "Y'know, I think I can list on one hand the number of times I have met a cute girl at the bar who also happens to carry blood on her, my luck ain't that good," he said, chuckling. "Even if you don't have any now, I'm gonna have to remember that. It's not always my thing, but sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do." Especially if she had schizophrenic psychic blood on hand. Bad idea, Luke, and you know it.
There was no telling weather Luke's luck was good or not where Zania was concerned. Maybe tonight it seemed good, but he could also be making a contact that would do him more harm in the end. It was all a matter of perspective. "Watch out for the girls who carry blood. You never really know how they came about it," she smirked with a little wink. "Tonight all I've got with me is the blood in my veins, and that's not for sale. Might give you a sample, though, if you're extra sweet." She laughed, holding onto the bar for support, not quite sure if she was serious or not. She'd always wondered what it might be like to be bitten by a vampire, but letting some stranger bite her wasn't exactly the way to go. For all she knew, he could rip her throat out.
And yet, that was always a risk with Luke. His luck was so bad by default so for anything to go his way, even just a little, was a surprise. Any contact for blood was a good thing, because there was just some things he couldn't track down himself. Like any addict, he had to have a dealer, and that was the bottom line. Though if he was drinking from the source, he wasn't going to pay for it, most of the time. "Good to know," he said, nodding, pushing his hair out of his eyes. "I guess we'll have to see how the night goes, hmm?" Zania didn't have to worry, Luke was not a killer. Honestly, he didn't see the point in it, but sadly all vampires didn't share that opinion. "So, Zania, what brings you out tonight?"
"Just wanted to have fun," she grinned. "I work in a bar, but it's totally different when it's my night off. And I'm still sorta new to Scarlet Oak, so I thought maybe I'd meet people." It was part of her plan-- get out and make contacts, find what little trouble there was in the town, enjoy life. A little chaos here and there was a lot more fun when she was with a group who enjoyed it. Luke might not be the sort, but he'd be another sort of contact, the kind she could use for an income, even if she didn't need it. "What about you?"
"Bars are a lot less fun when you're working in one," he said, thinking of Bubba's, and how no one thought he actually owned the place. Mostly because Luke had done the smart thing and hired a decent accountant so he didn't have to worry about the money, otherwise the bar wouldn't make any. End of story. "Always meet the most interesting people in bars, no matter where you go. I've been hanging around here for... a couple years now? Something like that, I forget. Not from around here, though. I never turn down a night out, though." Understatement of the year.
"I've bartended before, but I DJ at Heme and they won't let us breathers serve blood. Definitely a more interesting crowd there than I was used to back in New York." She might have served vampires back home, but she wouldn't have known. Before the Light of May, they blended in so well that she'd have never noticed it. If they didn't drink what they bought, it was hard to tell. Some, she suspected, did just what Luke was doing-- buying a drink to blend in with the crowd. "You forget years?" she asked. "Like, after a while they start to blend together?" It was a concept she wasn't sure she'd like for herself. If life was so dull that years passed without distinction, then life was too boring to keep going.
He nodded, "Everything's a more interesting crowd now. Used to be you just had to guess who was what, now everyone's so open about it." It didn't really matter to him either way, but his house wasn't exactly a public one, and he didn't go around bragging about it. Announcing you were a good luck charm was going to backfire sooner or later. "Kind of. Not because they're boring or anything like that, but for me? Let's just say I might like the nightlife more than is good for me." It had always been one of Luke's flaws, and it always would be. Davin had saved his life when he turned Luke, but there were a lot of times when he wished he'd died a medium rather than lived as a vampire. Maybe then he would've gotten some of his shit together instead of living as a drifter like he did now.
"So did you know about other sorts of beings before you were turned? Or was finding out about vampires the first big shocker for you?" Zania asked. As part of an old magic-demonic blooded line, it was just something Zania had learned growing up. Granted, she'd never met a vampire till after the Light of May, but she'd still heard they were out there. She just didn't know exactly what rang true for real vampires versus the legend. Since then, she'd done all the research she could, and then Nic had filled her in on the rest. Having a necromancer cousin work with vampires was the key to finding out all their secrets. "I guess it's kind of like how too many nights out all blend together," she smiled, though she wondered if it was as good for him as it had once been. Partying it up had to be a bit more difficult when he couldn't order from the bar, at least not here.
Luke looked away for the moment, her question bringing up things he didn't want to think about. Davin had saved his life, yes, but at the same time, he'd taken away a vital part of who Luke was. "Only the psychics," he said, "and the ghosts." Because yes, ghosts were real and Luke knew because he used to be able to see them. And, thanks to schizophrenic psychic blood, he could see them again - granted while he was also very intoxicated, but that wasn't really the point. Charlie hadn't appeared to him again, though. Not since the night Angel died. Shaking his head, he tried not to think about it, something that was easier said than done. "That's pretty close to the truth, actually. Hard to pick out individual nights, but I can promise you most of 'em ended with a good time." At least for those around him, even if Luke himself ended up drunk in a ditch somewhere. He always found his way home eventually.
She could tell she'd hit a sore spot and decided that wasn't really where she wanted to go tonight. Bringing up things that upset him weren't likely to pave the road to a good time, and he seemed like the sort of guy that could party with the best of them. "I knew about both, but not first hand. My abilities lie elsewhere. I can give myself fangs, though," she said, poking her incisors with her tongue as she used glamour to make them grow. "Not as real as yours but only a vampire would know better." Or anyone who could see through glamour, but she had no way of spotting those. It was more likely that a vampire would hear her heart and know it was an illusion. "I guess you remember the best and the worst, just like anyone else. Or maybe you don't remember them at all," she snickered. "Sometimes the best are the foggiest looking back."
Even when he'd been a medium, and as human as they came, Luke had always been out for a good time. As a vampire it meant he was damn good at it, and his stamina often outlasted whoever was around him. He nodded, watching her glamour up some fangs into her mouth. "Neat trick, that," he said, tilting his head to examine them, making him wonder what other tricks she had up her sleeve. Definitely fae-blooded, something Luke himself wasn't, and no one in his family ever had been. "Can still hear your heart beatin' away in there, though." He grinned, swirling the tequila around in his glass. "The ones I have no recollection of? Those ones have the best stories connected to them. Someone better find me the next day to tell me what I did, that's all I'm saying."
"Yeah, I can't cover up a heartbeat," she laughed. "That's gonna keep going regardless. But a vanilla will buy into it, and that's good enough." People weren't naturally scared of her, but they were of vampires. In some cases, they really had it backwards, but they never knew better. "So, what do ya do when you're not partying it up?" she asked as she sipped at her drink. "And what's one thing you've always wanted to do but couldn't?" Zania didn't like being told she couldn't do something, and generally found ways to defy such a declaration. Maybe this night could be a little more interesting, or maybe she'd just drag him out onto the dance floor like she did the last guy. The options were many and they were still up in the air.
"Y'know, ain't every day I meet someone willing to pretend they're a vampire. Usually it's my kind trying to act like one of you." Granted, Luke's house wasn't the most open, even in the wake of the Light of May, but he didn't really make an effort to hide the fact that he was a vampire. He didn't want to hang around anyone who might get their panties in a bunch over the fact that he was something different than they were, because at the end of the day, what did it matter? He was still himself, vampire or not that hadn't changed. Well, aside from the not-being-a-medium thing. "I tend bar sometimes," he said. "At this little place called Bubba's, on the outskirts of town. It ain't much, but it's not such a bad gig." The only reason why he still had the job was because he owned the place, truth be told. "And that's a tough question, I try not to let anything hold me back, if you know what I mean. You got forever, y'know, might as well enjoy it." He could've been nostalgic and wax poetic about the stuff he missed from being human. "I don't travel as much as I could, though. Been stuck stateside for a damn long time."
"Your kind did it for centuries and still got away with it," Zania grinned, taking a sip of her drink. There were always stories about vampires, but in modern day America that was all they had been-- stories. Horror movies, books, legends, but all fiction. The Light of May had changed that, not only for vampires, but for so many others. For Zania, it felt like she was finally allowed to live the life she was meant to lead. "I'll have to drop by sometime. Sometimes the hole-in-the-wall places are the best. You get to know the people, makes for a better time." She wondered if she could remember Bubba's when she was sober. She hoped so. She'd been looking for a good little drinking spot. Clubs were great, but sometimes she wasn't in the mood. "You sound like me--live for now. I don't have forever, so why wait, you know?" Finishing her drink, Zania stood, finding her footing a bit more wobbly than it should be. She ignored it for now. "You should go to London. I love it there. Or Barcelona. But right now I want to dance. Wanna join me?"
"So true. Sure as hell fooled me when I was living." But then again... this was Luke they were talking about. If it wasn't related to ghosts, then chances were he hadn't paid much attention to it when he was human. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed, he just tried to do the best he could with what he was given. At least he didn't have to go out of his way to hide things anymore, he just didn't talk about his house all that much. "I would like that," he said, grinning at Zania. "Who knows? You might even find me actually working there." Watching her stand up, Luke glanced out over at the dance floor, and then back to Zania again. She was a little wobbly, but seeing as she had things under control, he wasn't about to be worried about her. "Even when you have forever," he said, "what's the point in waiting to live your life? Carpe diem and all that crap. Always heard stories 'bout London, maybe I'll get there someday." He reached over for her hand, leading her out to the floor. "And dancin' sounds awesome."
She let him lead her, confident that she wouldn't fall now that she had someone to hold on to. By herself she might not have been able to maintain her balance, but she didn't think he was near as drunk as she was, if at all. That was something that would have annoyed her, if she were a vampire. Nothing should get in the way of her having a good time. Once she was on the dance floor, she didn't have to think anymore, her mind drifting off as she began to dance to the music. Her body moved with it as if they were joined somehow, the rhythm snaking through her and over to him any time she touched him. Always a physical creature, dancing made Zania more so, and even more after she'd been drinking. She didn't think Luke would mind; most boys didn't.
Rest assured, the fact that Luke was stone cold sober at the moment never sat right with him, but it didn't last long. At the moment, he was glad to have someone to spend some time with and with Zania hanging onto him, he knew she wouldn't fall. He might trip and bust open his face, but she wouldn't. His luck just worked that way. Regardless, he was still having a good time and he had a feeling it would turn into an interesting night, if they kept hanging around each other. Luke was down with that. When she started to dance, one of Luke's arms slipped around her waist, holding her a little closer than he had previously. A boy could get used to this.
His body was cool against hers, a good feeling considering how hot dancing could make her. If her hair had been straight, it would have been sticking to the back of her neck, but her dreadlocks were pinned up, keeping her cool. If she remembered right, there were green streaks running through them, but that was only glamour. The more she thought about it, the more they changed from green to pink, and then her mind wandered off to Luke's scent. She had thought he would smell dead, but in reality he smelled pretty good. She laughed a little to herself and kept on dancing, thoroughly enjoying her choice of partners. That was the good part. The bad? She'd definitely had too much to drink, and about three dances later she could barely keep to her feet. How she'd managed not to fall seemed like a miracle, but she thought it was better than to press her luck. "I think I need some fresh air," she whispered into his ear as her fingers slid along the back of his neck. "Help me outside?" Walking was suddenly complicated.
In comparison, Luke loved the fact that Zania was so warm against his skin. He never noticed the chill in his technically-dead body, but he definitely noticed the heat coming off of her. It made him fully aware of how alive she was, and that was definitely a good thing. Not so much in the "I want a snack" sense, but with his heightened senses, and current state of not-drunkness, it was something he definitely appreciated. As well as the sight of her dreadlocks changing color - Luke grinned, and then reached up with his free hand to run a hand over them. Hell, they were already dancing together, what could be the harm in that? Together they danced through a few songs, Zania leaning against him more - not that Luke minded, of course. He was more holding her up than she was at this point. Luke leaned down, his mouth near her ear - and of course, her neck, but he was a gentleman. "Of course." He shifted, lifting her up into his arms. To keep her from falling, of course. Walking was hard for anyone that drunk, Luke of all people knew that. Pushing his way through the crowd, and getting some looks for it, Luke carried her out the side door, lucky it didn't slam back in his face from a sudden gust of wind when he opened it.
There was something about having his lips so close to her skin that sent a shiver down her spine, her heart beating just a tiny bit faster. It wasn't even that he was a vampire so much as that he was a man, his proximity getting a reaction out of her whether she liked it or not. The knowledge that he was a vampire only made it more pronounced, though that was all forgotten the second he feet came off the floor. She hadn't expected to be picked up and it made her laugh, especially with the looks they got. Zania was accustomed to making a scene and enjoyed it when she got the chance. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she held on tight, wondering at how easily he carried her. She knew vampires were stronger than humans, but she'd never actually seen it in practice. As the door opened, Zania took a deep breath, tilting her head up towards the night sky. Rain poured down on her face, dripping down her neck and soaking her clothes. "You can put me down now," she said, teeth scraping lightly across his skin as she whispered in his ear.
Luke was of the mindset that there had to be some sort of bonus to being a vampire. The strength was a good one. The immortality part he could take or leave, truth be told, even if Davin had done him a favor in turning him. Feeling the slight scrape of teeth against his skin, however? That had Luke grinning, in spite of the rain now ensuring that his long hair was plastered against his face. "As the lady wishes," he said. "Truth be told though, you're not making it that easy for me to want to." Luke was a honest guy, he'd say it like it was. He shifted, setting Zania down on her feet but not really letting her go. She'd had a lot to drink and he didn't want her to topple over the moment his hands slid away. One arm stayed around her waist, while the other hand came up to wipe away some of the water from her face.
"Well, you don't have to," Zania smirked, her eyes heavy lidded as she looked up at him. He might be twice her age, possibly three or four times since he'd died, but he was still cute. With his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand brushing across her face, and her self control at a bare minimum, Zania was good not to have jumped him at this point. She'd always been a sucker for boys that could get her into more trouble than she could find herself, and something told her Luke was that kind of guy. There was something she was going to say, or thought she should say, but the more she tried to think on it the less she could remember. Instinct was pushing her solidly in one direction, and eventually it just became too much to ignore it. Lifting up on her toes, she pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes, relying on him to keep her from falling.
That earned Zania a smirk. "Ain't going to, then." It was akin to giving him permission, more or less. The age difference never really occurred to him most of the time, because he was a lot older than everyone around him by default - even if he wasn't the oldest vampire around. What mattered to him was that Zania was a pretty girl who wanted to hang around him a little bit more and what was not to like about that? It might not end well for either of them - things usually never did for Luke - but like always, he didn't really care that much. So, when she leaned up to kiss him, Luke didn't fight it. He pulled her a little closer, tasting alcohol on her breath and it was something that drew him in even more. His fangs scraped against her lower lip a little, not puncturing, just a faint reminder that they were still there.
Oh! Fangs! Yes, he would have them, and while they had done nothing to hurt her, they were still something she should be careful of. Then again, they weren't so sharp that she was going to accidentally slice her tongue open-- they were teeth, not razors, and once she got that through her head she found them rather exotic. Her teeth scraping against his lip weren't nearly as threatening, at least in theory, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Zania was basically hanging on him, but she'd determined that he didn't mind at this point, her weight nothing in comparison to his strength. "I'm getting all wet," she snickered, pleased with the innuendo even when the comment was literal. She'd forgotten about the rain when she'd asked to go outside and now her blouse was sticking to her skin, water dripping down her face as she continued to kiss him.
He wouldn't hurt her, vampire or not. Even if he was feeding from her - and he wasn't - he wasn't that kind of vampire. Wasn't that kind of person. He was just a guy, trying to get by as best he could, day to day. And so far, today was looking to be a pretty good day indeed, and Luke could use one of those. Feeling her deepen the kiss, Luke pulled her up a little so she didn't have to reach as far, liking the way Zania was hanging onto his frame. "Oh really?" he grinned against her mouth, catching that innuendo as well, and appreciating every moment of it. "I'd say we could go inside," he murmured between kisses, "but I think I like this little spot right here." Holding her up with one arm, he let a hand slide down her shoulders, feeling the wet material in his hands. Yep, for once, Luke was totally lucky.
"Me too," she smiled against his lips, her mind cloudy with lust and liquor. Back inside there were rules to follow, whereas out here she felt free of restrictions. It was a mental distinction, one that didn't truly exist, but Zania was too far gone to realize the difference. All she wanted at the moment was to be closer to him, to taste more of him, to feed on her desires as they swept her away. Her body tingled, every touch rippling through her, setting her on fire, and all she wanted was more. More of what, she didn't know, but she had an idea. It was probably a bad one, but she'd never been good at turning those away. "Still hungry?" she asked, eyelids heavy as she looked back at Luke. That tequila might have smelled good, but it wasn't what he wanted-- that she remembered, even though the haze.
Luke was never the kind of guy who lived by society's rules of what was proper and what wasn't. It wasn't even conscious on his part; as a vampire he was automatically outside of society anyway and when he'd been human he'd been too fucked up to know what to do. Right now all he was thinking about was the woman in his arms, kissing him, leaning against him. Luke was actually pretty happy about that prospect. "Always hungry," he murmured, bringing his hand up to her neck, feeling the pulse there. "For more than one thing." Yes, he could use his powers to influence her decision. He didn't want to, though. For once, he'd rather she was willing.
A dark laugh snuck past her lips as she kiss him, a roll of her hips as she held him close. She could easily guess what else he might be hungry for, but wasn't every man, dead or alive? Her heart beat hard in her chest as she felt him find her pulse, her eyes trying to focus on his own even though the lazy haze of drunkenness. "You can have a taste, if you promise to make it good for me." The only thing she feared was a bite too brutal to manage herself, in which case he'd see just what she could do with a little black magic and a silver knife. It didn't matter how much she'd had to drink; she'd throw curses till she hit him. But she was hoping it wouldn't come to that. She'd rather find out what it was that made vampires so appealing first hand.
That look, paired with the hip roll, and Luke was a goner. There were things that he should probably warn Zania about - the fact that he was about to become as drunk as she was, and that he might well be harder to handle than he was sober. First things first, he kissed her back, tongue flicking against hers. "You got it," and he meant that. To the best of his ability, he would. That didn't always mean it would be rainbows and sunshine, given what Luke was, but his bad luck would turn good for Zania. He knew, he'd seen it happen more times than he could count. Besides, he liked her too much to hurt her. Shifting, he leaned in to kiss her neck. "You're sure?"
Zania took a deep breath, her head resting back against the wall as she ran her fingers through his hair. He was such a gentleman, asking politely just in case she'd changed her mind in the seconds that passed, but Zania wasn't of the right frame of mind to really appreciate it. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't." It was a decision she'd made before offering to come outside, before asking to dance with him even. He'd been sweet, never too pushy, and had been interesting to talk to. He'd had the opportunity to earn rejection, but he'd kept her attention. And she was intreguied. If ever there was a time when being bitten seemed like a good idea, it was now, and she wouldn't pass that up.
Gentleman, hah! Words that never were applied to Luke Blackfeather: that one right there. He'd take it though, in a heartbeat. Whether or not Zania appreciated it or not, he just didn't want to feel like he was taking advantage of her unintentionally. He let his tongue caress the spot on her neck for a second before sinking his fangs in, not wanting to hurt her - though the sensation might not exactly be pleasant. He considered it to be more of a little taste, and it would be more than enough to accomplish what he wanted. They'd both be drunk, and both their memories might be a little fuzzy, but it was all in good fun, right?
It was around the moment when the alcohol rushed through his system that he realized what else he could taste in Zania: fae and demonic blood. There was a reason why Luke didn't drink demonic blood, because he had a tendency to break out in handcuffs and orange jumpsuits. Bit late for that now, and hopefully Zania wanted to be along for the ride. Pulling back, he lapped at the bite marks for a second, chuckling into her skin. "You," he had to pause to find words, "taste yummy."
She hissed softly as his teeth sunk into her, though it wasn't all that bad. As a blood witch, she'd had her own fair share of self inflicted cuts and this was barely different, only performed by someone else, a set of fangs rather than a knife. The bite was just to break the skin and so the drinking that followed was soothing, earning a soft moan as she let him feed. She could understand why vampires would prefer to drink from the source, though if every session felt this erotic, why weren't there more humans lining up to be bitten? Most, she suspected, feared it being more than a bite. "Yummy?" she asked with a little laugh. "Should be more than that, from what I hear, but I'm glad you like me."
Luke pulled back, licking any stray drops of blood from his lips. How much liquor had Zania had, again? Hell if Luke could remember now, but that was neither here nor there. He swayed a little with her, smiling down at her. Right now he felt like he could take on the world single-handedly, no matter what the consequences of such an action might be. Chances were Luke wouldn't even realize what the consequences were until he woke up the next morning. "Yummy," he confirmed. "And I love this feeling. Legit. You are awesome." And to prove it, he kissed her again, hand coming to cup the back of her head as he did so.
Whatever the effects of her blood on him, Zania liked them. She laughed as he kissed her, feeling a bit of her blood run down her neck, a warm trickle versus the cold rain. "I am awesome," she grinned, pressing her hand against the wound and applying pressure. Then she was laughing again, just because, even if it made kissing a bit more difficult. The world was spinning, but that didn't matter in the least. Her feet were only under her because he'd helped her stay standing. "Keep dancing with me?" she asked, starting to sway with him. "We can dance in the rain... to the music... it's all spinning."
He liked that laugh. He liked it a lot, actually, even if it was making it even harder to hold on to her than it already was. It wasn't that Luke wasn't used to this feeling, he sure as hell was, but not everyone knew how to handle him once he'd hit this point. How many drunk vampires did you see on a daily basis, after all? It wasn't his fault he'd been sired into this house, that was all Davin's fault. "I like this idea, dancing," he said, hands on her hips, leaning his forehead against hers. Even if the music was only in his head, a completely different rhythm than the one playing elsewhere in the club. He could hear it from here, of course, but that didn't mean he was paying attention to it.
"I love to dance," Zania snickered, releasing her neck to wrap both arms around him again. The blood flow hadn't stopped, something she was aware of as she became light headed, and she closed her eyes for a second, ignoring it. That wasn't going to help, though, and she knew it. "You know, if you'd smear just a little of your blood on my neck, we can keep dancing," she said, stealing a little kiss, her teeth tugging at his lips. "If not, I think I might pass out, and I don't wanna." That would end all the fun, and she was hoping that was something neither of them wanted.
It wasn't like Luke had forgotten that Zania was bleeding, per se - he'd just gotten distracted by other things. Like the way Zania swayed a little, how the raindrops were caught in her hair. He reached out to touch her neck again, catching a drop of blood and licking it off his finger. "I can do that." And, just as quick, he brought his wrist up to his mouth and bit down, fangs piercing his own flesh. He watched the blood well up for a second, drunken mind fascinated by the sight, and then let the drops fall on the bite marks on her neck. "Don't want you to pass out," he murmured. At least, not from blood loss, that would just suck. "Better?"
She could feel the second his blood mingled with her own like a jolt of energy raging through her body. While she remained drunk beyond belief, any little bit of pain vanished leaving a tingling feeling in it's place. Zania laughed, her eyes smirking just before she jumped on him, pressing her lips to him. She kissed him hungrily, dizzy from the booze and his blood, and she licked her lips as she pulled back. "Much better," she smiled. "That's like... like a really good hit." Wow, she was brilliant with her words when she was toasted, wasn't she?
Hey, if the girl wanted to jump on him, Luke wasn't exactly opposed. He lifted her up a little so she didn't have to reach as far to find his mouth, kissing her back just as deeply. It had been a long while since he'd had a night that worked out this good. Granted, future dealings with a blood dealer could always go either way, but right now? Luke wasn't concerned about that. "Kind of like what your blood does to me," he said, grinning at that, fangs on full display. "Only fair that we trade."
"Good deal," Zania giggled, no longer focusing on him as her eyes turned to the night sky. At this point she knew she was wasted, and was just glad not to be passed out in the alley, though that could still happen if she wasn't careful. This was why her brother didn't want her in another city. Nic couldn't keep tabs on her at all hours and she had a record for making bad decisions. "I think I should probably crash," she said, her head lolling back to look at him. "The night's been good, and you rock, but I don't want to ruin it by puking on your shoes."
Luke didn't want her to leave. He was feeling invincible and on top of the god damn world and now Zania was going to go? He couldn't help it, he pouted a little. "Sure I can't talk you into one more dance?" No, Luke, you shouldn't use your powers on her. You don't WANT to use your powers on her. These are not the droids you are looking for. He went to push himself off the wall, stumbling a little himself. By this point in the evening, Luke was far from sober himself, and couldn't remember if he'd driven here or took a cab or what. "...Maybe you're right." It was the demonic blood, and when he sobered up he'd remember that. "You and me? Totally hanging out again."
One more dance? That sounded way too appealing. She'd stayed on her feet thus far, so maybe she'd be lucky enough to handle just one more dance, so long as it wasn't accompanied with a shot. She was already way past her limit when it came to that. "One more," she said, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him. "But only if you promise to call me a cab after." Zania didn't trust herself to get home otherwise. "Or not. Up to you. But yes to hanging out. I should give you my number." Her purse was somewhere-- oh, on the ground, and she reached for it without falling over. Another miracle! This night was full of little ones like that. And bonus! She found a pen and receipt, which she scribbled her name and number on before slipping it in his pocket for him. "There. So I don't forget."
There was always one more for Luke - one more dance, one more drink, one more everything. It was the way he was and really the only way he knew how to get from day to day while still staying something that might have been close to sane. In moments like this he wasn't thinking about all the bad that had happened to him - losing his medium abilities, Angel dying, Charlie's ghost not being around anymore - and just focusing on the moment. "Cross my heart and hope to die," he promised, though his heart didn't beat and technically speaking he was kind of dead. Luke grinned, patting his pocket with her number, and then took her pen and scrawled his own on her hand. "That number should work," he said, "technology gets wonky around me sometimes." That out of the way, he put his arms around Zania again, and by doing so it was keeping both of them from tumbling to the ground. "Now, where were we?" All in all, it was definitely a good night by Luke's standards.