Just A club open to anyone

[riotmaker]

With my teeth locked down I can see the blood
Of a thousand men who have come and gone

The club was pack, a band playing rock music, drinks everywhere, a bar and a lot of people dancing. She was right in the midst of it all, wearing black dickie pants and a white tank top showing her belly, her hair down and moving with her every move. Her eyes dilated even though they always were it was safe too say she was under the influence. Light swet dripping down her tight stomach, she wasnt here to pick up on anyone, she wasnt here to eat she jsut wanted to have fun, fun like she used to have in Italy. She had taken two orange naked ladies before arriving, ecstasy one of her favorite drugs. She stop dancing for only a minute as she runs over to the bar" a shot of captain morgan please" she says sounding alittle out of breathe a fat ass grin on her face though.

There wasn't much of anything she loved more than her dogs,drugs and parties...yup nothing. The bartender happily gives her the shot glass and she takes it and downs it with the quickness, it definitely wasn't her first of the night and wasn't about to be here last. She quickly relocates herself back into the middle of the dance floor moving with every beat, tossing her head around she loved it. She stops quickly though, her body tensing up as she turns around quickly facing a guy that had thought he was in the gold by grabbing up on her. Her eyes stare at him intensely almost trying to decide if she should punch his lights out, and thats just what she did no words were exchanged, just a quick fist to the face and the guy was on his knee's "Fucking dumb ass keep your hands to yourself or at least up off me" her eyes flickered to their intense bright green but back to the normal green they always were. A girl that she had been dancing with before runs over and grabs her "c'mon forget him lets go back to dancing" the girl pleads. Elena looks at her wondering who in the hell she even was but whatever she wasn't here to fight tonight just have fun. She quickly follows the other girls lead and begins dancing again, she glances over while dancing seeing a guy dancing near them with a fat ass bottle of jack daniels, she reaches over and grabs it from him, he didnt even notice probably being as fucked up as she was.She quickly begins downing it while dancing still, she was filled with adrenaline as she pours the rest of the bottle on herself and another girl.

[charlesamonte]

Outside the chattering and steady rush of the line up was all but a dull sound to Charlie. Things felt quieter in his car, more calm and relaxed, it bothered him a little knowing that he left his comfort zone back in Canada. Though, it was good knowing that American's weren't too far off from Canadians, next to the fact that American's didn't make as good of whiskey. This didn't bother him too much though, he'd just get the strongest kind they had and that'd perhaps equal up to two-sixer of Wiser's Canadian whiskey. Charlie's hand slipped into the pocket of his black jeans searching for his wallet, he would double check himself for his debit card before even getting out of the car. Charlie didn't like carrying money on him for one reason: in case he got mugged. Although, he was kind of a walking beast; all it took was one good anger trip and he could be dealing with the worst kind of situations, probably the same which he experienced back home. No, he didn't feel like being chased by hunters with rifles aimed at the back of his head - not tonight at least. Just the flash back of the memory gave him the chills, people were too uptight about things thank god he wasn't a minority or the government would have fun picking him a part.

Charlie however respected the minorities, they showed excellent works man ship and never once complained about how hard it was to start off in a new country. The bank needed more people like that, hard workers and all, which is why he always extended a hand to those in need of jobs - with severe back ground checks of course. He shook work from his mind though, he didn't need that weighing down his brain tonight, he was here to have fun and relax. Charlie turned off the ignition of his Lamborghini Embolado Superleggera, the car was cherry black in color and very expensive. With Charlie's wage he had to save up for a good couple of years before he was even able to think about buying a car like that. That was why he was so lucky, years earlier Charlie had stocks with a small gas company in rural Canada and it seemed that the owner had struck a big promotion at the Grey cup game. One thing led to another and Charlie ended up selling his share for a little over three million, the owner had been a TD user so the ex-gas jockey paid his difference.

Charlie wasn't a poor man though, in fact, he was rather rich. Being a co-owner of a multi-million dollar bank was a good job, but one that needed him all over the place. Charlie moved slowly across the street to wards a crowd of people waiting to get into the club. Even from across the street it was easy to tell faces because of the bright street light that was over the entrance of the club. After about a good twenty minutes of waiting he finally passed on through the club doors to be met with loud music, large crowds of people and grumpy bar tenders. Moving slowly so he didn't knock anyone the wrong way, he made his way to wards the bar table to order himself a drink. "You don't have any Canadian whiskey eh?" Charlie didn't have one of those bush whacker Canadian accents, in fact he sounded like someone who was from America, again the difference was very small. The bar tender nodded, which was a surprise for Charlie, maybe even a treat. The only whiskey in stock was his least favorite, but that didn't bother him too much, a drink was a drink. He began to drink straight whiskey from his glass, turning to the bar tender he nodded to wards the ice cubes and held out his cup in expectancy.

Like he expected three cubes of ice landed in his cup along with a unpleasant reaction from the bar tender. Turning his head lightly he gave a little snarl in the tenders direction. Charlie's attention was diverted when he heard a man groan in pain as he walked by him, raising an eye brow he laughed lightly. "Mess with the wrong guy?" the man turned, still holding his nose - which looked very broken - he pointed at the girl who had done it. "No, wrong girl," another chuckle arose from Charlie, he took another swig from his whiskey. Leaving the wobbling man behind Charlie decided it was time to go and check out the crowds, maybe there would be something happening worth watching.

[riotmaker]

(I guess she is a human now didnt know vampires couldnt get drunk)

She could only imagine how embarrassed the guy was that he got his nose broken by a girl, a smirk grew across her face seeing him point at her, though she wasn't sure why he was, and she honestly didn't care, at this point there wasn't a damn thing she cared about well...besides her liquor and drugs. But that's how she grew up, getting fucked up all the time you couldn't expect much less of her at this point. Only difference from then and now was she didn't have her brothers here partying with her, they had taught her how too defend herself and they usually kept the guys off her when she was dancing thus why she acted the way she did towards that man.

Her mind was somewhere else on the dance floor for only a second, but that second was long enough for her to loose balance and fall flat on her ass, the girl there with her handing her another shot and telling her to get back up. Elena quickly drank it and got to her feet as fast as she could, the ecstasy reaching its peak inside her making her even more fun to be around or incredibly dangerous, the smallest thing could set her off at this point."Go get some more shots" she says in a shaky yet excited voice towards the girl there with her. Elena didn't really know the girl but it would be boring to be there alone so she made friends with her real quick, not that she truly wanted to be her friend.

The girl returns with two shots both them downing them fast before they begin dancing again now singing along with others to the music. Her hands all over her stomach and running through her hair as she dances this may have been making her a little slutty looking but anyone who knows what ecstasy was knew she was on it and knew what she was feeling. Her eyes almost completely closed as she gets into the rhythm, her eyes opening for a second as she glances over at the guy walking through the crowds that kinda smelled like whiskey which just made her want another shot but she probably didn't need one and didn't have any money left on her to get one. She did have more pills on her but she wasn't about to take anymore, that would be to dangerous. Reaching in her pocket she pulls a few out and hands one off to the girl dancing with her, then putting the rest back in her pocket. Her hand moving to her forehead feeling a little light, she had forgotten that you need to drink a lot of water while on these"Fuck"she sounded slightly annoyed by this but as usual shook it off and continue with what she was doing pretty used to the feeling of being light headed by now.

[charlesamonte]

Charlie maneuvered himself through the crowds of people, trying his hardest not to rub anyone the wrong way. His senses were going wild, he could smell the booze coming off of people around him, some even drugs and such. The smell was enough to make him gag slightly, the smell of whiskey, vodka, beer, weed, was sort of overwhelming. It was funny because in his past he had done all of them, the differences in his alcohol and even weed, the last being his favorite. He'd been done with most of it for awhile now, all he did now was drink. Charlie wasn't going to complain however, he didn't want to upset anyone in the club, god knows what they could be packing. He felt sure of himself though, like he thought before - he was a walking beast and all he needed was the lightest trip to make him go off.

Taking another sip he attempted to slid through two women, apparently it'd been an invitation for them to start grinding against him. He wasn't complaining though, they weren't bad looking either but he wasn't interested in their names. Who he was interested in was the woman who'd broken that man's nose, perhaps a congratulatory drink in her favor. While he moved through the crowd to wards the woman, the other two followed keeping themselves to the beat. Charlie was now a few feet away from the woman who'd broken the man's nose, but kept himself dancing with the two women who'd followed him. "Thats quite the punch you have," Charlie said with a chuckle following it after wards, it wasn't everyday you got to see a rebel without a cause and he supposed he'd try to talk with such a rebel.

The lights made his eyes dilate even further, which probably wasn't good because he started to look like he was on a mushroom trip. All he had in his mind was how the man had held his bleeding nose, but that wasn't something good for him to think about - blood. He'd probably find that man later on and feed his hunger, but for now he'd keep his mind blank, an enigma.

[riotmaker]

Her body was moving with every beat, her hands still all over her body moving up from her legs all the way up her body to her soft silky hair. Her eyes glancing back over at that man seeing him dancing with two chicks, she smirks lightly to herself and puts her attention back on the girl she was dancing with, her hands now off her own body and onto hers, her hands gliding around the girls stomach and up to her hair, then down her back and back onto her own body. Her attention quickly going back to the man as he gets closer and even speaks to her, her eyes glance him up and down twice kinda staring in almost a rude way, but she didnt even realize it at this point she barely knew what was going on but just enough to make her happy.

"Yeah? I think so too" she says quickly after realizing she took awhile to respond to him. Her eyes moving up and down his body again before she moves in between him and the girl dancing infront of him, her arms up over her shoulders amd her hands on the back of his neck "Make a wrong move and that could be you too" her voice sound seductive yet aggressive at the same time, her eyes stuck on the girl she shoved out of the way almost hoping she would turn around and hit her, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she grinds against the man, not realizing how hard she was biting it till some blood started dripping down her lips, her head tilting back onto the mans shoulder feeling alittle light headed again.

She probably weighed a few pounds more than the average girl, not that she was fat, but because she went to the gym so much she has a good amount of muscle still not strong enough to take on a full grown man but enough to fuck up some bitches and hurt a guy pretty good as seen already. Thats pretty much what she did with her days not knowing anyone around here, walk the dogs, go to the gym, then eat, then party. It was like a strict schedule for her and yet a boring one, tonight seemed to be twisting itself a little differently though she could remember the last time she dance with a man.

[charlesamonte]

The lights made his brain jet from one thought to the other, and before he knew it the woman he was talking to had pushed the others from him. He didn't mind that though, the other two were more of the follower type anyways; turning his attention from the same woman she pushed to the new one that stood in front of him. The trickle of blood that spattered from her lip made his senses go nuts, he had to do something, hopefully he did this quick enough to kill the smell of the blood. Looking at his cup, he downed it quickly and to his surprise it worked like a charm.

"Make a wrong move and that could be you too,"

This brought a small smile to Charlie's face, thats the kind of person he thought she was. Though most men would be turned away by a show of strength, it was actually kind of attractive when used in the right way. "Thats fine, I can take a little pain," Charlie's grin grew more it wasn't that he found it funny, he was always the sort to be slightly cocky in situations like this. Though he had no doubt in his mind that she'd actually attempt to punch him in the face, but then he'd probably have to surprise her with him being crazy fast and all. Charlie doubted that he'd let her know he was a wolf, there seemed to be no point in telling anyone, especially since the last time he told someone he had to ditch the country.

Charlie decided he'd keep the weight for both of them, she didn't seem so good on the feet at the moment. It wasn't surprising though, thats what alcohol did to you, make you tipsy. Charlie chuckled lightly before finally introducing himself. "So, the names Charlie. I don't think you tossed your name,"