Ari Riggs (ari_takeoff) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-08-18 08:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | ari, cassidy |
Wednesday January 7th 2009
Who: Ari and Cassidy
What: A birthday outing
Where: A feeding den
When: Evening
Rating: TBD
Admittedly, not that he would be admitting it out loud, Cassidy's new haircolor did make her look older. She looked pretty hot, too, but Ari didn't say so. He'd merely looked her over and shrugged indifferently when asked his opinion. Yeah, she looked good, but no sense in letting it go to her head. Still, his eyes did glance over the newly sixteen year old's form a few times as they rode in the taxi to the feeding den.
Truth be told, Ari was nervous about this outing. He had never been to a feeding den before, and some of the stories he'd heard were sort of gruesome and freaky. But then again, what wasn't gruesome about letting someone drink your blood? It all seemed prtty gross, but people always said that sex while being fed on was incredibly hot, almost like a high, and Ari was all about finding another good high. So he kept cool and aloof as the pair of them headed into Boston, as he paid the cab driver and strutted to the plain looking door on the side of a building and opened it, heading down into the darkness of the den.
Cassidy had wanted more of a reaction than Ari had given her when she had introduced her new look, but she hadn't expected it. She had gotten exactly what she anticipated, indifference, but the way that he looked at her in the car on the way over had been more than enough to let her know that he approved.
He was not alone in being nervous. Cassidy hadn't heard a lot about dens, but being what she was and knowing what he was and knowing how much stronger the people that were going to be there probably were compared to them made her anxious. So as they exited the cab and headed inside, she kept herself close to Ari.
Since they had been in the darkness on the way here, it didn't take long for her eyes to adjust to the dim light of the place which, at first glance, just seemed like what she would imagine any normal sort of bar or club to look like. She'd never really been to either of those types of places, so she had no real basis of comparison. But the number of people walking about with bite marks on their necks was certainly inordinate and she found herself wishing she had worn something that perhaps covered her neck a bit more than the low-cut dress she had on just now.