Party Hard, Die Young (OPEN!)

[masaru]

Masaru glanced around the club, grinning. Oh, he was happy tonight. He'd pretty much rented the club, so he had a personal playground. Of course, he'd thrown the doors open-to beautiful people, of course. No mutts in his club tonight. The bouncers had specific instructions and he was paying them extra to make sure it happened.

It was already packed; word had gotten around. Masaru's parties were hot as hell. His parties were clean, too. Lots of alchohol, lots of dancing, but if you got caught using, you were out the door fast. Masaru had learned his lesson early. Drugs were bad. He avoided alchohol too. Just too easy to overdo, and he didn't want to be out for a single moment.

He threaded his way through the dancers, grinning and returning hugs, kisses and gropings. His parties were fun. When he got to the bar, the tender handed him his drink-a cold coke-and he leaned on the counter, eyeing the gorgious people of both sexes who were enjoying themselves all around him. The dance floor-one of those pit affairs with the lit up floors, the dance cages, and the wild lighting-was packed hard. Throbbing music poured over the crowd. The lounging areas around the dancefloor-and the darker, more private ones scattered around the edges-were just as packed. And he had an idea that the private rooms upstairs were just as busy...

All in all, a good party. He grinned and poured his coke back, looking around again. Now, he just needed some entertainment of his own...

[Katra Maguire]

Katra took a deep breath. She was sitting on the back of a bench with her feet on the actual flat part made for sitting, and just watching people. Ah. Hollywood, California. She loved coming here every now and then to just get away. She wasnt much of a party girl at times but she could have fun when she wanted to. And at the moment she needed to go somewhere fun.

So with a quick movement she followed the sound of bass pounding out music. She smirked when she noticed the club. She also noticed only the attractive people were getting in. She smirked once more and walked right up to the guard. She tilted her head and batted her lashes and he let her right away. Even if he hadnt she would have kicked his ass out of the way.

She glanced around for a minute and then walked over to the bar and sat. She crossed her long, tan legs and caught the bar tenders attention. "Regular old beer please." She said and added in a wink. While she waited for it though she spun around to glance at all the lovely people.

[masaru]

Masaru was still scanning the crowd when his eye fell on the lovely at the bar. Not his usual type, but what the hell. She was very lovely to look at, and he needed some distraction. Sliding down the bar, he leaned against it and gave her a bright smile. "Hey beautiful." he said, laughing at the cheesy pick-up line. "Come here often?"

He didn't recognize her, and he would if she was a regular. He knew all the hard partiers. And the big shots. He scanned her face, searching for a hint, then shrugged. It didn't matter much. "You having fun? If not, let me know. Tonight, this is my club."

He flashed her another bright grin, relaxed and ready for a good time. He felt wild and reckless. Not that different from how he normally felt, but tonight, he felt really bad. Like he wanted to howl at the moon a bit.

And my dad can just shove it up his ass. Masaru thought in satisfaction.

[Katra Maguire]

Katra smiled at the bartender as he handed her the drink she ordered. She bit into the cap and yanked it off, her normal way of doing that and then sipped on it silently. But then she noticed a human male eyeing her slightly. She wasnt surprised he came over. And of course used a cheesy pick up line to greet her. But she just laughed. Tonight she would let people call her beautiful.

When he asked her if she was having fun she turned slightly in the seat and faced him. "Just arrived. Not sure yet if I would consider that fun." She winked at him and then looked back out at the dance floor. She had to admit the music was getting to her. She loved the dull throb of the bass pounding and she could smell all the sweat on the human bodies.

But she tilted her head to the side to answer back to his first question. "And no. I dont come here often. I live in Paris actually. Came here for a good time. I need to loosen up." She told him with a brilliant grin.

[masaru]

Masaru laughed, lifting his hand to run through his short spikey hair. "Hey. Everyone should be loose." he said, grinning. He thought she was older than him, but he didn't really care. "You wanna dance?" he asked, raising his eyebrow challengingly. He pushed away from the bar and wiggled his hips, giving her his trademark bright grin. Tonight he was in playful mode, so he was being playful and fun.

He glanced at the DJ and spun his hand around; his personal sign. The DJ waved his hand, then flipped the track to Masaru's personal CD; he grinned and nodded. "Come on! Let's dance!" he said, laughing. He grabbed her hand, intending to pull her out-still with that big grin, and now he added the puppy dog look. Usually a deadly combo that got him what he wanted. He was used to getting what he wanted, after all.

[Katra Maguire]

Katra took another sip of her drink and raised an eyebrow at him. He seemed younger then her. Maybe not by much, but still younger. She was amazed he was talking to her at all. There were plenty of others out there that would love attention. She knew any human girl would want to dance with this boy who was running the club. She could feel the jealousy and the want.

She even noticed them giving her a jealous glare. She met each ones gaze and stuck up her chin in an almost arrogant way. She was almost inviting them to start something. She had no doubt they would loose. She would rip them apart easily if she lost control. But she just smirked at them. She wasnt one to enjoy the attention, but the thought of a fight made her happy. She really needed to loosen up.

So when he took her hand after the DJ changed the music she laughed and said, "All right fine. If you insist. No puppy dog pouts though. I get enough of that at home. Plus..my family invented it." She said with a knowing wink. She knew he would have no clue what she was talking about. And it was better that way.

[masaru]

Masaru threw his head back and laughed. He too could see the jealous glares, the pouts being thrown his way. He was used to it. He invited it, actually. By the end of the night there'd be at least one cat-fight over him. And he'd not take the winner home, either.

He wasn't sure what she meant with her last comment, but he shrugged it off. He didn't care, much. Pulling her out onto the dance floor, he molded his body against hers, giving her a wicked grin. "No puppy dog pouts." he purred. So he'd be the cat tonight...he licked his lips, then started moving, loosing himself almost immediately in the music. It didn't matter who he was dancing with, he just wanted to dance.

Other people pressed around them, hogging his attention, trying to catch his eye, but he ignored them.

[nastia]

Nastia watched Masaru and the girl dance from her perch at the bar. For her trip to America, she'd let her hair down, toned down the punk clothing, and had slipped into a tight black dress for the party. Sipping her Bloody Mary lazily, she sighed and stirred it with her finger, slipping the digit into her mouth. She was bored. And the wolf's presence in the room was doing nothing to settle her nerves.

Part of her wanted to start a fight with the girl. After all, she hated wolves with a passion, and this one was all over the cute guy she'd been eying up all night. Scowling into her drink, she ignored some half drunk advances from a rather nice looking but obviously lame human and shifted in her seat.

This was just not her night.