Leander Durant ✙ Lestat de Lioncourt (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bratprince) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} thereincarnates,@ 2018-11-03 18:02:00 |
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What: Overbite vs REDO, the Halloween edition
Where: A party venue in Los Angeles
When: Backdated to Wednesday night, October 31st 2018
Warnings: TBD?
The place was crawling with humans. Normally that would be just the sort of thing that would be a little too stimulating for someone like Leander, all these people walking around with pulses as loud as bloody drums. 'Happy meals with legs' was how he often described them, and once upon a time he wouldn't have even thought twice about it before he was zeroing in on a potential snack. However, he did realize now that it was perhaps in his best interest to behave tonight, or else risk the ire of his beloved on the anniversary of the first night they met.
Yes, Leander was perfectly capable of behaving, thank you very much. When he wanted to.
Everyone else seemed to be in costume but of course, why would Leander ever bother with a costume? He was a vampire, that was more than enough, not to mention a renowned rock god. Dressed in one of his sheer, long sleeved black shirts and a pair of tight fitting leather pants, he still looked every bit a monstrous predator even from his relaxed perch where he was lounging luxuriously on a couch in one of the VIP areas of the club, like a lazy cat waiting for the right moment to pounce. Overbite was paid handsomely for attending parties outside of their usual after-show festivities so it was no skin off Leander's back if he had to spend a few hours in the general vicinity of lesser beings. Anyone who wasn't anyone wouldn't be able to get far enough behind those red velvet ropes to bother him.
Two young people dressed as a cowboy and an indian ran past the VIP lounge, giggling like drunken baffoons and Leander rolled his eyes powerfully, speaking to no one in particular. "How original." Honestly, did absolutely no one pride themselves in any shred of creativity anymore? Cowboys and indians hasn't been a revolutionary idea since at least the 1800's. Not that he would know personally, but Leander had more authority to make those kind of generalizations than anyone else in this infernal club, he would guess.
Just when he thought he might truly have to do something about this sudden fit of restlessness, a pair of familiar faces were seen making their way through the crowd. REDO's pretty boy bassist David Ryan and political soapbox guitarist Erik von Brandt. Wonderful. Maybe this party wouldn't be a total loss after all. Leander smiled wickedly over the rim of his glass. "Speaking of lacking originality."