Clubbing [open]

[grigori]

Grigori was used to this sort of environment... Russia was known for it's wild clubs. It was part of his cultural immersion to visit places like these.
Unfortunately, the place had been absorbed by Britannia, and for such the music was in english rather than japanese. Grigori looked about the wild display of flashing lights, fog machines, and dancing bodies, thinking there was not enough red light.

Grigori was wearing his hair up in a ponytail with a black ribbon, his bangs falling at the side of his face. He wore a white button-down shirt with the top three buttons undone, showing a bit of his chest. He wore black tight pants, thinking it would help him blend in better, and knee-high boots. He almost looked like a modern version of a knight, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He made his way to the bar, ordering a whiskey sour. He felt a little lost, but then again he was here just to blow off some steam... something he didn't do very often.

[Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy]

The Black Knights’ base was stifling. Despite the fact that Lucien rarely had official things to do, he wasn’t immune to the atmosphere created by those who did. The stress level was high, and Lucien had made it his personal mission to attempt to lower it. Sadly however, despite his best efforts, even Lucien couldn’t make everyone relax. Mind you he hadn’t tried, everything he possibly could, but in a rare moment of wisdom Lucien had decided that no matter how sure he was that his preferred way of relaxation would work on the rest of his Black Knight comrades, they wouldn’t appreciate it nearly enough. His lack of success, however, had left Lucien feeling rather stressed himself; therefore, he had decided that he deserved some relaxation himself. And how else would Lucien relax, but by going to a club?

The redhead had decided against leaving a note or letting anyone knowing where he was going. There was no need to bother anyone… plus they might not approve. Dressed to kill and definitely looking to end up with company for the night, Lucien had headed to one of his favorite clubs early in the evening. Most of his time had been spent on the dance floor surrounded by more than a few clearly interested dance partners. Not to say that Lucien was feeling particularly picky tonight considering how stressed he was (and that he was currently experience a rather strong feeling of sex withdrawal), but none of them had sparked his curiosity or made him feel particularly interested.

Deciding it would be better to take a break for a while, Lucien slipped away from his dance partners with the intention of getting a drink, which he was currently only interested in buying for himself. Pulling his braid over his shoulder, Lucien slipped onto a bar seat and ordered a drink. Virgin, no alcohol. Lucien had never developed a taste for it. Green eyes slid to the side, taking in the appearance of the brunette. So much for no one catching his interest. This man was vaguely familiar, but Lucien couldn’t place him right away, and he didn’t care enough to attempt to do so before playing with him. The man was very much Lucien’s type, and his curiosity brought him to his feet.

Lucien was certainly anything but shy, but he had varying degrees of forwardness. Even when clearly looking for company, Lucien rarely decided to place himself in another man’s lap. With this man, however, Lucien decided to do just that. He was very interested in the brunette, and slid onto his lap with a coy smile. “Did you come here looking for company?” Lucien purred as he placed a hand on the man’s exposed chest. “Or a good time?” Dipping his head, Lucien ran his tongue along the man’s neck. “Because I will be happy to provide both.” Lucien was looking for entertainment, and while he would prefer willing company for the night, Lucien would settle for the amusement rejection would bring as well.

[kevin]

Kevin was sitting on a chair, in a club, next to a bar tender. It was his what? 7th? 8th? No, no, no, it was his 9th glass of alcholol and was suprised the bartender hadn't stopped serving him. Now why was Kevin here in the first place? He remembered coming out of a store after arguing with a kid and almost bashing his head to the wall. But no, that wasn't why he was her. He did something like that everyday. That was nothing new for him."Let me get a glass of dark rum mixed with some whiskey"he he said to the bartender and took out some money.

"Here you go"said the bartender as he collected his money. He didn't even seem to care it was Kevin's 10th glass of alcholol. He moved back to a glass with a towel and let be alone with his 10th glass of liquor. Now if he remembered hard enough, he was here because he was supposed to meet someone. Though she never came so he came to the bar and ordered his first drink. He took his tenth glass and then put it back down. He burped silently and then picked the glass back up and drank half of it. He had left his sword at HQ and only had a Gold Desert Eagle on him. He picked up the glass back and finished it and slammed it down.

Quickly the bartender came and took the glass before it met anymore harm. He was so drunk now that he saw three bartenders and couldn't figure out which was the real one. He got up and sat back down as he saw someone coming this way. He saw four of him but only one voice spoke for a whiskey sour. He rubbed his eyes and began to speak. He tried his best to stay out of trouble and spoke gently."Hello!"he said as best he could. He would be ko'd in a few.

However, the most unusual thing happed. He saw the red haired guy. Oh he knew this person alright. He too was a fellow comrade. A Black Knight. Though not wanting to creat attention, saw him go onto the brunette's lap and beginning conversating. He however, knowing she was a comrade, patted his back."Hey there to you too"he said drunkly. He knew Lucien was here for he could see it in Lucien's eyes. He was in mood for a brunette tonight. Though tastes could change easily.

[grigori]

Grigori blinked as suddenly he had an adorably sexy red-head male on his lap. He sat there, calm and relaxed, as Lucien placed his hand on his chest and licked his neck. Grigori closed his eyes and treated Lucien to a soft moan. He smirked at Lucien's words, "Well... I'll settle for both, then." Grigori replied with a velvet purr of his own.
Grigori's haunting green eyes turned slightly to the side to the other voice, looking at him between his wavy bangs, "Hey..." he replied a bit dismissively, clearly distracted by Lucien, and noticing the obvious fact that the young man next to him was rather inebriated.

Grigori turned his attention back to Lucien, offering him a coy smirk, "So for formality's sake... my name is Grigori... who might you be? Other than a charming young man with the most deliciously devious eyes I've seen in my lifetime?..." Grigori asked as he gently brushed a few stray strands of crimson away from Lucien's beautiful face.

[Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy]

It had been a long time since Lucien had heard such a pleased response, even longer than he’d given one himself, and longer still since he had been able to cause it. Hearing the pleased moan from the brunette brought a warm smile to Lucien’s lips. He loved that sound. After spending so much time with the Black Knights, none of whom appreciated his charms, it was reassuring to know that Lucien hadn’t lost his touch. It was nice to be appreciated, and it was even nicer to be wanted.

“Hello!” A frown marred Lucien’s pleased expression and green eyes slid to Kevin. The boy was drunk and underage. Two things Lucien did not approve of. What Lucien liked even less however was being interrupted. Even drunk as he was it couldn’t be very hard to tell that Lucien was busy with a private conversation. His companion had given an offhanded reply, but Lucien felt no need to do so. Kevin had better take the hint.

“So for formality’s sake… my name is Grigori… who might you be? Other than a charming young man with the most deliciously devious eyes I’ve seen in my lifetime?” Grigori… the name was familiar and irritatingly so. It tugged at Lucien’s mind, demanding him to recognize it, but the redhead didn’t care much how familiar the name was.

Lucien couldn’t help his laughter at the man’s comment or the slight blush that painted his cheeks. It had been some time since he had been flattered. “I feel it only fair to warn you that my eyes are not the only devious part of me.” Lucien kissed up Grigori’s neck and along his jaw but paused for a moment to nibble on his earlobe before answering his question. “Lucien is my name. Or Ishtar if you prefer.” The redhead didn’t typically share his codename here, but the familiarity of Grigori’s name made him add it.

[kevin]

Kevin after having tapped Lucien actually came into focus. He was kind of messing up her spot so he turned away and got up. Walked a bit and moved over to the dance floor."The only way I can take this drunkness off is by shaking it off"he grinned to himself and then got into the dance floor.

He started to dance with random girls and started feeling the feeling of being alive. He felt extremely good and kept dancing until it came to the time, that he felt he need to eat something. Not only did he drink on an empty stomach but also dance with an empty stomach. He got off the dance floor and walked next to the food stand. He ordered a burger with fries and soda. Though he only ate half the burger and all the fries. He finished his soda and threw the burger way. He didn't have an apitite for it anymore.

So, he went back next to the dance floor and saw a little piece of a girl walking through and Kevin's eyes popped out. It was her! He started running towards there however, when he reached the spot she wasn't there no more. He needed to find her so he went out on his search for the girl.

[grigori]

Grigori let out another soft moan at the kisses, raising a hand and placing it on Lucien's shoulder as his ear was bitten, letting out a soft purr into Lucien's ear in return.
"Mmm... well, it's a good thing your eyes are not the only devious part of you..." Grigori chuckled. He then heard the name Ishtar. Grigori's smile widened, "A goddess in the body of a man?... what name would you prefer me to use, my beautiful companion?" Grigori leaned his head forward, nibbling the side of Lucien's neck, before breathing in his ear, whispering, "and just how far are you willing to take this?" Grigori's hand now trailed down Lucien's back, lightly raking his nails through the fabric of Lucien's shirt.

[Yekaterina Tsurugi]

The lights, the people, the music. Britannian. Everything was far from what Yekaterina preferred, but, tonight she had wandered to a place like this, and as long as there was even relatively peaceful corner at the end of the bar counter for her to sit and have her liquor, then so be it. Be it Britannian music, lights, people... Really, she had no choice. Hitting always the same places, or even one place once too often had always the risk of it becoming fatal... Though how much to her liking, she had no means to become too known in only some places. It was something she could not afford.

Shees. There she was, thinking such even when she was supposed have some less stressful time - a moment when she shouldn't have been having to worry about such. But, Yekaterina was Yekaterina. Always cautious, lately more than ever. She might have been a Secretary General and still not that known to Britannians, but back at Russia and in the EU, it was all a different story. As well as to the Black Knights, she had her own ties to Russia's underground liberation groups, her being quite well known there - up to the Russian officials. And definitely not in a good way.
She took a sip of her cocktail, her cheek resting against her palm, leaning her elbow against the bar counter.
Really, it was actually quite a contradiction. On the other hand she fought against Britannia like did her dear Russia along with EU, but on the other hand she fought against EU to have her motherland rise and shine as an independent nation once more. Dominated by Britannia or dominated by EU - in the end, it wasn't that different. In the end, there was always someone to dominate.
A sigh, and another draught of her drink.

So far she had had her peace, sipping quietly a sweet cocktail called Raphael's Angel and watching people come and go, dance and get wasted as much as they could bear. Like she probably would too - sans dancing. Like Lucien, she had once again escaped the stress of the base, but today at least really had no plans for the night except enjoying of that sweet sensation of stress relieve and a good nights sleep, which in its mixtures carried so many names that if people would have wanted to, and they would all have had to pick up a different one, everyone would have had their own name for it. Right now it was Raphael's Angel for her, a Belarussian before that, and who knew what it would be next.

There weren't that many other people who stayed at the vicinity of the counter after they had bought their drinks, but when one youngster decided to sit and stay - for some time, as later proved out - it did naturally catch her attention, at least so much for him to deserve a slight observation. At least he hadn't noticed her - but unlikely it was anyway, since she was at the other end of the counter. Though the moment Yekaterina gave the man a second look, she lifted her eyebrows quite visibly. Parker.

Well. There she watched him drink and get drunk, not really bothering to pay him further attention. Except that the poor guy had either no experience nor knowledge of his limits considering his consuming of the alcohol, or then he was just plain stupid to drink that much at once and probably drink himself under the counter in no time. What bothered her a bit was how an underage had got in to such a place in the first place - must be thanks to the quality Britannian bouncers out there, oh rejoice. But she wouldn't be the one to give him out - not yet, at least. So much commotion would do no good - she'd have it in time, after a bit more enjoyment first. But so much for the night ending as pleasantly as she would have wanted it to. She continued to watch the other people instead of him, though at the corner of her eye keeping an eye on him. Be him up to any funny business while drunk like that, she thought would be better for her to know and notice if so. Albeit so far he kept on emptying glasses one after another. Really, what a sponge.
Though Yekaterina was one to drink for the sake of getting drunk, she at least wanted to enjoy her cocktails - utter waste of good liquor it would have been otherwise. If not even bothering to taste the drink before swallowing it up, it would be the same whether you drank raw vodka rather than wasted money on good yet expensive cocktails. And the faster one made oneself to black out, especially with various liquors, the harder the headache in the morning.
She wouldn't pity him a one bit after such a round.

As Parker was on his god knows how many a glass, (like Yekaterina had had some interest to count them) another figure of a longer stop to the counter came along. But though handsome and definitely legal this time, her eyebrows arched even higher, even her eyes widening a bit. If Parker was unexpected, and unwanted in a way by Yekaterina, then was this man even more - in a way.
Ah, наша дорогой Meч.(1)
A man who in a way was her comrade against Britannia, but an enemy in his work for the EU. Though it had been long since Yekaterina had had a chance to meet and talk with a fellow Russian - tonight, she seriously considered to seek company in him. But more was to come soon, as a third man entered her field of vision. Well. The most pleasant one of them this far, and probably the least surprising, too. The dear, good Lucien.
Though so much of her to join her compatriot, as Lucien sat himself on his lap. Clearly, a good choice from his behalf - and Yekaterina was still left to just observe everything from a distanse, much like to her original preference. Maybe not a bad choice, in the end. She'd wait and see. While she ordered a new drink and finished her previous, she noticed that Parker had not passed out yet after all, but instead rose and was headed towards the floor. By now the liquor began to have some effect on her too - well, finally, as to be expected after how long she had been at it - and idly she let her gaze follow the boy, only to see him dance - not too well either, she thought - until he left the crowd for some-

A burger. And fries.

Yekaterina stared there, he ate, she was stunned.
Since when... has clubs began to have such food stands? A bar selling burgers??
The sight made her quite appalled, yet in some way it amused her so much she almost burst to laugh. Now really, it wasn't overly exaggerated to say that Jap- Area 11 was one of the most Britannian-like areas. But she would have never believed this if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes - them going so low that to sell fast food. At a club. For crying out loud-! It having come to this, they could have began to provide also cotton candy and have some clowns to amuse their clients. Or why not make it popcorn and a zoo all the same? She had began to giggle to the thought after all.

Emptying her glass of some blue liquid this time, she finally rose from her seat. As fun as she had it here, it was time to go out for a bit. For some fresh air - also some for her dear kiseru too, which she now kept in her obi like some sort of an accessory in its otherwise quite simple bow. She might come back in, or might not - she had yet to decide it exactly. Maybe the evening could yet get better, perhaps here, but most likely in somewhere else...

But it wasn't granted for her. For the crowd, and for her own already a bit drunken going, she tottered. Right at the point for her to hit the Meч's back when she almost lost her balance.
"Ack-"
A pause, she got a hold of the edge of the counter and was left leaning against it. Well, what could she do now?
"Pardon my intrusion..."
Well, at least go out a bit later.

**
(1)'Ah, our dear Meч.'

[Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy]

“A goddess in the body of a man? …What name would you prefer me to use, my beautiful companion?” The other man knew his mythology it would seem, and it brought a smile to Lucien’s lips. Absently, however, he couldn’t help but wondered if his brunette had considered any implications the nickname might have. It had been selected for a reason. The fact that Lucien had a choice about what he preferred to be called made him pause to consider his answer. Typically Lucien either gave one name or the other on instinct. He only gave both names when he was instructed to. Something about this man, however, had elicited the same reaction, and some part of Lucien was intrigued by the fact that he had been allowed to choose what to be called.

“Lucien…” Ishtar was for clients and despite the man’s familiarity, Lucien had no desire to use it now. His response was all breath for Grigori’s nips at his neck had stolen his voice away for the moment. Thoroughly enjoying the attention, Lucien eagerly tilted his head to offer more skin to the man’s mouth.

“And just how far are you willing to take this?” A low moan hummed in Lucien’s throat at the mere implications of the statement but as Grigori’s nails trailed down his back, Lucien’s mouth fell open in a moan of pleasure. The redhead’s muscles tensed and he arched his back, craving more of the touch. It had been too long. He was hyper sensitive. Normally it would take a much rougher touch to obtain such a response, but just the taste of it was enough to have Lucien keening and craving more.

Green eyes had darkened with lust as Lucien turned them back to Grigori’s face. “As far as you will let me.” Lucien had no concept of self control anymore. He knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it, and he intended to take it unless his partner had other ideas. Lucien didn’t get much chance to look for any such… purer intentions, for he quickly had to check his balance as someone bumped into Grigori, almost making Lucien slide from his lap. Green eyes turned to look at the one who had interrupted.

“Ack… Pardon my intrusion.” Lucien recognized the woman instantly, and he was quickly less upset by the intrusion. It wasn’t so bad if it was Yekaterina.

A sly smile curved his lips as he looked up at her over Grigori’s shoulder. “It’s not a problem.” He assured.

[grigori]

"Lucien it is..." Grigori said with a purr and a smile, enjoying every reaction Lucien had to his touches. This man's body language... it spoke so much of him. It wasn't the superficial things, but the little things. Grigori had an eye for this, a feel for this... it was his life, and it had saved his life many times before. Being so close to Lucien, with his hands on the red-head, he could feel every muscle as it tensed or relaxed. Part of Grigori's field work involves reading body language... and although it felt like cheating to do so now, he was intrigued by Lucien. He wanted to know... all he could.
"That far, mmm?... well, tonight will surely be a fruitful evening." Grigori could tell this man was not a whore, he meant every word, felt every touch, and didn't exaggerate at all. This was, probably, one of the main reasons Grigori didn't reject him... other than his beauty, of course, and his attitude, which he was already enjoying quite a lot.

Then the interruption came. A woman bumping into them after tripping. Grigori looked over his shoulder, his green eyes showing a hint of resentment at first, though it was soon replaced with his charm, specially when Lucien spoke to the woman with a particular tone that hinted they knew each other. Grigori nodded to the woman softly, and having noticed a hint of a Russian accent, he tested her by replying in Russian, "Appology accepted."*

Grigori's attention returned to Lucien, looking into his eyes under his brow, with a smirk. It seemed he was trying to find something in the red-head's green eyes, but after a short look, he stopped what he was doing, deciding to brush a few strands off Lucien's face again, as an excuse to allow his fingers to gently brush the red-head's skin.

*[[ooc: I, unfortunately, do not know Russian, so please bear with me ^^; lol]]

[kevin]

Kevin saw there was no hope in finding the girl. He had been through the place about five times. He then turned away and started walking towards the door. As he made a hault he turned back to see if she was there. No sign of her was shown. Maybe it was his imagination. Maybe since he was drunk. He got out of the club and reached into his pocket and took out a Strawberry Kiwi flavored Black and Mild. He lit it and started walking down the street. He took a pull and walked his way towards home. He was a bit jumpy but not too much. He would just stay out for the night until he went back to base.

[EXIT since Im losing interest.]

[Yekaterina Tsurugi]

//Of course, Grigori, it's no problem - I'm not that good either, have studied it only for three years in high school ^^'//

“It’s not a problem.”
Her lips curved slightly in a smile, and seeing neither of them was going to chase her away immediately, she leaned against the counter and got herself just slightly closer to the two as well. She gave Lucien a greet in form of a gaze of light tease, and worded it with words of somewhat amiable nature, yet also seemingly feignly envious of sort.
"Glad to be no problem, Lucien - rather you've been one lately, I hear... but not to me."
Such a contradictional one she was by her nature that at this point of the night, no matter how careful she was she rather would not have cared who were to be her companions - though it didn't mean she would be any less careful towards them under the surface. And the Russian one seemed not to recognize her - yet, at least. In her thoughts she gave room to a loud burst of laughter. It was an occasion enough as such for her to have bumped to Lucien while out of the base, and of course the darling red-head had had to cling to the one person out there she would rather have kept at distance. A pity, really - another Russian on the other hand was something she always secretly hoped to find at nights like this. Just a pity the first had to turn out to be such as him.

Though nothing of her thoughts showing in her appearance, hearing the brunette's words in Russian she was, deep inside, somehow delighted. After all, it hadn't been for a while when she had had the chance to talk to a fellow countryman outside the borders of the area once called dear Mother Russia. Hn, at least he had noticed her accent... It was true that albeit it might have been a bit reckless, Yekaterina was still proud of both of her origins and didn't exactly hide the hint of Russian in her speech if she especially didn't decide there was a need to do so - and out clubbing was not one of those occasions where she would have seen such a need. The response she gave to the man was still more the kind of a surprised one - surely she couldn't have him knowing that she did actually know his face from before.
"Oх, cпасибо..."(1) She nodded to him first, as in a reaction of answering in Russian automatically as she had been spoken to in it. Then taking a moment of realization, she gave him a new look now with wide eyes of surprise.
"что..? Mожет быть, вы тоже русский...?"(2)
She knew she might be delaying Lucien's fun, but this man - he was the Russia's Meч after all. She didn't care who Lucien might have played or slept with - but the fact she had found such a man in a place like this had made her, least to say, curious. And clubbing or not, she would try and have at get some use out of having found such a person. Not that he wasn't the kind to attract her in her current state of mind anyway.
Some interesting people one may happen to bump into... Nothing less to be expected of you, Darcy, eh?
"Ho eтo интересно... Kак заблудютсяла человек как вы в место как здесь?"(3)

**
(1)"Oh, thank you..."
(2)"What..? Are you possibly also Russian..?"
(3)"This is interesting... How did a fellow countryman end up to a place like this?"

[Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy]

The promise of spending the night with the man gave Lucien a thrill he hadn’t felt in a long time. He had played a bit since he’d arrived in Japan, but not in a while and never with as much excitement as this man made him feel. Lucien craved more of his touch than would probably be appropriate given their current public venue, but Lucien had done things worse than exhibitionism and considering how interested he was with his partner, he would hardly mind anyone watching. But that was him. Probability, a concept he’d been attempting to learn from Vierre, told him that it was unlikely his companion would share his same carefree nature. Chances were, he’d want a more private location for more intimate behavior.

"Glad to be no problem, Lucien - rather you've been one lately, I hear... but not to me."

Lucien turned his eyes up to Yekaterina with a sly smile. “Me? A problem? I’m sure you simply have me confused with someone else. If I am guilty of anything it is of trying to make everyone relax. A perfectly innocent endeavor I assure you.” Lucien smirked slightly, unable to keep up his innocent act. He could have with Sakura; it was fun to try and make her crack a smile at his antics. Yekaterina was usually willing to indulge Lucien, so there was no reason to try and play innocent.

Lucien’s companion had turned his attention to Yekaterina and the two were speaking Russian, making the Frenchman tilt his head. He knew bits and pieces of a few European languages, but Russian was not one of them. Did Yekaterina know the man? It was certainly possible considering her own background. The nagging feeling that Lucien should know the brunette as well returned and the redhead took the opportunity to study his face. It was familiar, but Lucien couldn’t recall ever meeting the man. His name, Grigori, meant nothing to him either without a last name to accompany it. It just added to the feeling of familiarity. At a loss to identify the man, Lucien looked for some clue from Yekaterina. Not that he was exactly worried about being involved with someone from another faction, but he’d like to be aware of potential danger in advance if at all possible.

He couldn’t pick up any kind of signal from the older woman, so Lucien gave up for the time being. It may come back to bite him later, but he didn’t care enough right now. Instead, he decided he was tired of being left out of conversation and nipped at Grigori’s neck to demand attention again. He smiled in success when Grigori turned his eyes back to him. The brunette paused for a moment, just looking at him, and Lucien tilted his head not sure what the other man was looking for or if he was going to find it or not. Whether he found it or not, Lucien didn’t know but Grigori seemed to stop searching. A smile curved Lucien’s lips at the other man’s touch. “If you don’t mind, can we speak a language everyone understands?”

[grigori]

Grigori let out a hearty laugh, "I'm sorry, Lucien. How rude of me to speak in my native tongue when you can't understand it." he kissed the tip of Lucien's nose.
"It would seem this lady is also from the motherland. I am relieved she hasn't recognized me. I do hate when people realize who I am right away. It seriously dampens any possible ability of mingling." the statement came as a test, and his green eyes were staring at Yekaterina as he said it, "You, however, seem very familiar to me, miss. Did you work with our country's proud government, perhaps?... mmm... it eludes me." he shrugged softly.

Grigori's attention turned back to Lucien, and he leaned close, whispering in his ear, "I'm sorry if my attention seems driven away from you. I promise, we will have our fun. And I am a man of my word." he chuckled softly in his ear, nibbling his earlobe with a purr, while one of his hands trailed over Lucien's butt cheek, giving it a slight playful grope.

[Aloysius Drebbel]

-Topic finished-

Lucien "Ishtar" Darcy: (1701 Words, Normal RP) 180 Exp, 180 Credits [+10]
Kevin Parker: (762 Words, Normal RP) 66 Exp, 66 Credits [-10]
Yekaterina Tsurugi: (1911 Words, Normal RP) 201 Exp, 201 Credits [+10]

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