skyler sullivan✝skinner sweet (sweetfang) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-09-06 17:48:00 |
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Who. Skyler Sullivan, open to all vampires and the odd werewolves. Humans are either NPC'd or brought with a vampire.
What. A good, old-fashioned bloodbath shindig.
Where. Skinner's brothel in Las Vegas.
When. Forwarded to Friday night, because weekends are more fun.
Warnings. Sex, blood, rock and roll. They're vampires. The possibilities are endless.
If Skinner Sweet knew how to do one thing, it was how to set Hell loose on Earth. Tonight, though, he would have to settle for letting it loose within the doors of his brothel from the good, ol' days. It had been a long time since he went by the name Jim Smoke, since his girls were able to roam free and suck dry any old fucker that they felt had it coming. Those were the best of times, weren't they? When you were free to be whoever you wanted to be without a pack of fans following you around like you were some scum-sucking celebrityfolk. Then again, he couldn't remember a time when the damn pinks didn't know the name Skinner Sweet. These times were so humbling. Being reduced to the pages of a comic book that maybe a handful of horny girls and sweaty fools knew about was a mite disappointing. He couldn't help but figure the world needed a little reminding when it came to himself. After all, he'd been granted with such a gracious host. How could the gears in his skull stay rusty for good?
This soiree? This was all Skyler's idea. Being a rock and roll star came with such interesting little perks. People were willing to do whatever they wanted now. Especially at the thought of becoming one of them. But Skinner Sweet didn't just give his bite to whoever strolled on by. No, Skyler and him were the same in this respect. If they did something, they did it for a reason. Even if that reason didn't make any sense to anybody else. This was proof of that. No one knew why this party was being held. No one needed to. There was no fun in having a party with plans involved. The best kind came out of impulse. And nobody did impulse like Skinner Sweet.
The brothel had been polished, scrubbed, and rinsed down numerous times, leaving it absolutely spotless. The original girls were gone now, that having been oh, too long ago, but Skinner wasted no time in inviting enough heartbeating strangers to keep the guests occupied and filled to their dead hearts' contents. He wanted to make sure that this went off without a hitch. And what better way to introduce himself to the vampires of this reincarnated world than to invite them to a buffet specifically designed for the more carnal desires in the afterlife? Skyler couldn't think of one either.
The doors were open and outsiders might have thought that they were being left out of a Hollywood premiere. Lights were going, bass was pumping, and the sun was going down now. As the world was beginning to wind down, all the creatures of the night were amping up for a night of unlimited and unstoppable potential. Skyler strolled down the steps in an outfit that looked more suited for a rock concert. The thing was, in a place like this, every day was a rock concert for our Mr. Sullivan. Tonight, however, this house was a circus, and he was its ringleader.
"Let's get this thing fuckin' started."