|Z. Luc Haust // Apollōn (radiantdelphi) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-08-04 01:49:00
|Current music:||"discipline" - nine inch nails|
|Entry tags:||apollo, baron samedi, sunna|
i'm lacking discipline, i need your help..
Who: Luc, Lily, and Julian.
What: Out drinking. PARTAAAAYYY~ HAAAY~
Where: Club CASKET.
When: Thursday, August 4, 2011. About 11pm.
Warnings: Drunken debauchery and language..
Luc hadn't been out in ages. Between the moving in and being in the studio, there were people he'd inadvertently blown off and simply missed due to how busy he had been. And since it was too late to go knocking on people's doors (at least in Luc's opinion, considering he didn't know anyone in the complex well enough for that), he figured it was time to hit up a club - because while he hadn't been out of the house (save to go to the studio) in ages, he hadn't been to a club in even longer. He wasn't necessarily a club person by nature (he was usually too busy for it), but he'd gotten seven songs written in the past week - and he deserved a fucking reward for that, goddamnit. He'd heard about CASKET, and so the game plan was in full effect.
So he'd taken a shower, shaved, and changed into a white Armani button-down shirt paired with some eModa jeans - black Pumas, black belt, and stainless steel Movado (he was fashion forward, after all). He opted out on a tie, deciding instead to leave the top couple buttons open of his shirt - it was August and he just couldn't be fucked to wear a tie that night. His hair was relatively tamed considering it was growing a bit longish for his tastes, hanging over his ears now - and he knew he was going to have to make an appointment in the next week for a trim.
All-in-all, though, he looked damn good - which was about what he was going for.
Luckily for Luc, the club wasn't too hard to find as he was still getting used to the area. Parking was rather easy after that, as was getting past the door. So far, so good.
It was a nice enough establishment to suit Luc's needs - he actually rather liked it. He was also glad he had chosen a Thursday for his first visit, as he could see the place getting packed by this time on a Friday or Saturday. He made his way through the other patrons to the bar, ordering a double Chivas on the rocks - it was his preferred "bar drink," since he liked having something to sip in places like this. He would be sure to tip 50% on the tab when he finally closed it, because he knew a bartender always remembered customers that tipped - and Luc liked good service. In every sense of the phrase. It didn't hurt she was cute in a dangerous sort of way (he wasn't really into piercings and tattoos everywhere, but it worked for the look she had going on). He didn't get her name over the music, but he had all night to figure it out (if, a few drinks later, he found himself caring).
Besides, by the time he turned to observe the dance floor, a petite little brunette had already made her way up to him - without a drink in her hand. She was beautiful, no lie - though it probably had something to do with the lighting and the effort she'd put into herself that night. Just how Luc liked 'em, since he never left with girls like this - he just wanted some company while he was there. Pretty company.
"Where's your girlfriend?" she asked playfully, flashing him a smile.
"Not here," Luc replied with a smirk, a vague response he loved to use. He set his teeth into his lower lip as his eyes flicked over her quickly, then held out an arm to invite her to stand at the bar beside him. "Can I buy you a drink?" Because it was polite, though - in hindsight - probably unwise on Luc's part. Give a mouse a cookie..
"Absolutely. I'm Amber." She sidled up next to Luc - and when she did he noticed just how tiny she actually was. Maybe five-foot-two, 100 pounds - if that. Luc could probably bench press her (he almost wanted to try..), and that? Was not a turn-on for the 6'5," 220 pound Luc. Poor girl didn't really stand a chance.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Amber - I'm Luc," he said with that same captivating smile, charm set to 11. He motioned to the tattooed bartender(ess). "Whatever this lady wants, on my tab."
She'd ordered something fruity and was already sliding a hand up Luc's forearm by the time the drink arrived. She wasted no time for someone who, for all intents and purposes, probably thought Luc had a girlfriend (having heard the nature of his response). More strikes, and Luc wasn't really in the mood to play ball tonight - at least not with her anymore. He definitely wanted some company, just not this particular company. He could do better. And if not? He had something to fall back on. Fucked up, but it was real.
"You wanna dance?" Amber asked, fingers curling around the sleeve of his shirt as she shot him up a smouldering look from beneath long lashes, lips closing around the straw of her drink as if on cue. Little minx, even if she wasn't Luc's type at all - he couldn't deny her attractiveness.
"Not yet," he replied, taking a sip of his scotch to wet his lips - and so he could look at hers from over the rim of his glass. "But I'll come find you when I do," he promised, touching her cheek lightly with his index finger as if it sealed the deal.
"Do that. And thanks for the drink, baby."
Amber winked and wove her way through the other customers, relief sinking in quickly with her retreat. Actually, the view of her walking away was much better than she had been up close - and that was saying something. Too bad.
For now, posting up at the bar seemed like the thing to do, so he could scope the place out. He may feel like dancing later - you never really knew with Luc Haust. He killed off his scotch then and ordered another, letting the warmth spread to his limbs languidly - yeah, he probably would feel like dancing. With the way he was working on the drink he'd just ordered, it would most likely be sooner than later.