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genessia2017-01-01 09:17 pm
black_black_heart) wrote in genessia2017-01-01 09:17 pm
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[ action | closed ] It ain't my fault.
Who: Ukoku Sanzo and Tannusen
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust - Desire's Lounge
What: Flirting between monsters, round 2. Ding!
Warnings: Extreme suggestiveness guaranteed.
no I, can't be responsible
if I, get you in trouble now
see you're, too irresistible
yeah that's for sure
Usually when Velvet Lust was open, Tannusen was either in the kitchen or behind the bar.
Once in a while, he ended up upstairs instead, like tonight, situated in one of the dimly-lit booths along the walls. He half-lounged sideways on the seat, his back and shoulders against the wall. The lights from the dance-floor caught and gleamed off his glasses in pulses. One elbow was on the table, fingers tapping along to whatever beat caught his fancy on the side of his head.
One round of Heather Balm had healed all of the bruising from the thrashing he'd taken the night before out in Everglade. Which was a pity, but the cost of doing business. He couldn't go around in his own club tattooed like that, so the first drop of Glamour to hit his system had gone directly into that spell.
The eyes behind his spectacles were decidedly cold. Enough that no one among the regulars dared to approach that particular booth. Good thing there was at least one irregular among them, tonight.
Where: Genessia City - Velvet Lust - Desire's Lounge
What: Flirting between monsters, round 2. Ding!
Warnings: Extreme suggestiveness guaranteed.
no I, can't be responsible
if I, get you in trouble now
see you're, too irresistible
yeah that's for sure
Usually when Velvet Lust was open, Tannusen was either in the kitchen or behind the bar.
Once in a while, he ended up upstairs instead, like tonight, situated in one of the dimly-lit booths along the walls. He half-lounged sideways on the seat, his back and shoulders against the wall. The lights from the dance-floor caught and gleamed off his glasses in pulses. One elbow was on the table, fingers tapping along to whatever beat caught his fancy on the side of his head.
One round of Heather Balm had healed all of the bruising from the thrashing he'd taken the night before out in Everglade. Which was a pity, but the cost of doing business. He couldn't go around in his own club tattooed like that, so the first drop of Glamour to hit his system had gone directly into that spell.
The eyes behind his spectacles were decidedly cold. Enough that no one among the regulars dared to approach that particular booth. Good thing there was at least one irregular among them, tonight.