Simon Forte (silently) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-02-06 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, bo dennis, simon forte |
When the fae meet (Bo)
Sometimes Simon enjoyed the nightlife of humans. Other times, it annoyed the crap out of him. Tonight, however, he was fond of the idea of watching them scramble to find bed mates and make drunken fools of themselves. He, of course, still chose one of Electric City's more high-end establishments, refusing to debase himself by sharing air with the rabble that occupied other clubs.
There weren't really any, anywhere, that he would have considered worth talking to. Watching, yes. Laughing at, most certainly. But a curt response and a raised eyebrow was more than enough to send the little fleshbags scampering away to find other quarry. He wasn't here to find a temporary soulmate.
He was, however, currently enjoying one of the fruity so-called girly drinks that came in large glasses with tiny umbrellas and absurdly narrow straws. Instead of being overwhelming, the alcohol in it was gently smothered by the mixture of flavors that accompanied it. He could hardly taste it at all, which was good.
Simon sat in the corner, at a table, where he could watch the whole club move and pulse as if it were one beast breathing. The lights played over the surfaces and the flesh of sweaty, writhing bodies. He wondered if Niks ever partook of these kinds of things. He tried to imagine her on the dance floor, enveloped in the air of condensed breath. It rather excited him.
The fairy's eyes scanned all, took in everything, missed nothing.