"I guess you're right," Will shrugged, bending to lick around Syn's lips just a little before he stood straight. "Maybe it's not pixie dust after all... just the taste of Syn.." Will grinned at him, giving him a squeeze as Ikon strode into the building, following behind.
Rocky wasn't sure what to expect, but she imagined a dark, twisted world where people were getting their odd little highs and generally participating in lots of underworld activity. She wasn't wrong. The scent of booze, heat, darkness and scent was overwhelming even for her. She instinctively inched closer to Ikon, not believing she'd be up for anything other than drinking and dancing with anyone but him tonight. "You come here a lot?" she had to ask.