Olivia Boehm: *You can do this Liv. Get out. Mingle. Broaden your horizons. It can't be that bad. Right? She waits as the doorman checks and double checks her ID as if she's used to the suspicion of a fake, finally heading in once she's cleared* ((yell if you need a DD))

Antonio Pavlatos: (loss=loose It's a little over 50 dollars in mainly smaller bills)

Jez: He takes the money. "First, I'm going to separate out the bills, the ones, the fives, the tens and so on."

Jez: d10: per alert: 5,7,4,5,2,6,9,6,

Antonio Pavlatos: "I pay for drinks in clubs 'n such, 'n give 'em a bill, 'n they give me change. Alex thinks that's purty much okay.... 'cause most wouldn't give me the wrong change he said."

Jez: He smiles and waves lazily to Olivia.

Olivia Boehm: d10: per, alert: 10,10,9,

Antonio Pavlatos: "Okay." He watches Jez closely, biting at his lower lip, obviously willing to learn.

Jez: "No, they wouldn't." He smiles. "They assume you know how much you should get back. Do you know Livvy?" ((At least, I'm pretty sure Jez has met her.))

Olivia Boehm: (good god...) *Yay. Someone who knows her. Where the hell does she know him from? She waves back, putting on a beaming smile, and moves to the bar. This will require much alcohol*

Olivia Boehm: ((i think so, though briefly.))

Jez: He counts out the ones. "One, two, three, four, five, six. These are really simple because they go by increments of one. So if you can count, you just see how many there are for the total. There are six here. If you can't count," he says mildly, "you can use these to learn on."

Antonio Pavlatos: He notices Jez wave to someone, and turns to look in that direction. "No... I... I don't know many folks."

Jez: "At least, I *think* her name is Livvy. She's a perky one, if she's the one I'm thinking of."

Antonio Pavlatos: He murmurs softly to Jez. "I... I can't count..."

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Perception: 9,8,3,7,

Jez: "Okay, we can start with the basics. Go ahead and put these away for now, I think she's coming over here." Handing him the money back. "There's a total of $52 here. Just so you know."

Jez: "And cabbies might not bother giving you the change back. They'll consider any extra you give them to be a tip. A tip is a show of gratitude for a service. You tip cabbies, hair stylists, and waiters."

Antonio Pavlatos: He picks up the money, folds it again and sticks it back in his pants pocket. "I get tips when I dance..."

Jez: He nods. "Yes, that would be right. Liam and Damien got tips, too, for dancing."

Jez: ((10 minute warning *sigh*))

Jez: "It's not exactly service, but you're providing a show, entertainment, and folks tip to show their appreciation of what you do." And to get in a cheap fondle.

Antonio Pavlatos: *A young man with a surreal appearance that seems to be in his late teens or early twenties. He has the nervous habit of pushing strands of his ebony hip-length hair out of his face, revealing somewhat Native American features on a face that is truly surreal, being more andrognous and pretty than handsome. He is wearing what could easily be mistaken as a stage outfit, or is that what it is? Under his long coat velcro straps hold the strips of his leather pants and deep crimson colored silk shirt together. He has the body paint on again, flowers and ivy showing through the large gaps in the strips of his shirt, and run up his side, shoulder, arm and face on his right hand side. The pants are definitely not modest, showing more skin than covering. Around his throat is a thin, soft leather collar with a lion's open mouth as the clip link. His large chocolate-brown eyes are very expressive, and almost constantly scan around him, but rarely make actual eye contact with anyone.*

Antonio Pavlatos: (*hugs*) He gives a little smile to Jez. "Damien is very good... 'n yeah, most want to put their hands inside, but depends on where ya are. Some have to toss it on stage, they won't... let them that close to ya."

Antonio Pavlatos: (I need to alter that description, because his hair is longer than hip-length, I keep on forgetting)

Jez: "I wouldn't know," he laughs, "you *saw* how badly I dance."

Antonio Pavlatos: He blinks. "I ain't seen him dance here, just in 'Orleans once. I meant he fucks good." My, how blunt.

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: *Waves* Seems we lost Olivia :( You coming in, or just lurking?

Jez: He goes scarlet, smirking. "Well, yes. He uh...well, yes. Yes, he does." What else can he say?

Aerin Thomas -> Antonio Pavlatos: ((I'm comin' in. Just got pounced upon coming off away by several people.))

Antonio Pavlatos: "Mtolo was givin' me punishment, so he gave me to him... for the night, 'n as a thank you for protectin' me."

Jez: ((And I have to go. He *will* give Tony a ride home if you want to keep playing, otherwise can fade and assume they left? *HUGS*))

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Cost of popularity! lol)

Jez: The smirk fades, a bit uneasy as he looks at Tony. Tony is obviously all right with it, but it *definitely* doesn't sit well with this strong-minded Kin.

Antonio Pavlatos: (Okay, we lost Olivia, and waiting to see if Aerin comes in. Tony won't stay there alone.)

Jez: ((*HUGS* Gotta dash!))

Olivia Boehm: ((sorry. landlord came by for stuff.))

Antonio Pavlatos: (*Hugs* See ya tonight then. Thanks for the quickie - scene that is :P)

Aerin Thomas: He steps into the Limelight, running a hand through his hair. The man looks a little rested for once, but nervous...a little wide-eyed, as if something has knocked his entire world just a little off-kilter. He brushes something off the shoulder of his trench coat and pays the cover, then makes his way toward the bar. Someone needs a DRINK.

Antonio Pavlatos: He is sitting now on the couch/bed by himself, Jez having gone to the bathroom.

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Perc+Alertness: 1,8,8,7,6,6,9,

Antonio Pavlatos: His eyes blink rapidly as he recognizes Aerin.

Olivia Boehm: *She's leaning on the bar, waiting for a drink, half looking around. Aerin gets a cautions smile and wave, and she scoots over* You look like I feel.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 6,4,1,6,7,6,

Antonio Pavlatos: He blinks and rubs his eyes as he looks at Olivia... he thought he felt something, but he must have been wrong. He seems to relax a little then.

Aerin Thomas: His eyes scan the club...they find Antonio, catching on him a moment, and he nearly stumbles in a very uncool-like way, before he catches his footing, offering the man a smile and a wave. He heads to the bar, looking up and noticing Olivia. A couple quick blinks, and he nods to her. "Hey. I feel like you feel, then."

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Oh, btw, if you haven't spoken with, or played with AK today, Evan and Tony had an early morning conversation which ended with Tony having to ask why Evan acted liek he did and Alex seeking out Evan to try to explain why Tony crawled all over him and tried to give him a blow job... lol. Interesting scene. Evan almost jumped over the couch. I'm sure Evan will talk to Aerin and let him know he has more insight on Tony now)

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Evan did say that Aerin wanted him to make friends, like tony told him Alex wanted him to. When Evan asked him what the fuck he was doing, he said simply, innocently. "Making friends..." ROFL)

Antonio Pavlatos: He waves back, then looks worried toward the bathroom. Sitting alone there he feels and more than likely looks vulnerable and nervous.

Aerin Thomas -> Antonio Pavlatos: ((Nice. *G* You mean Ethan, though. I know, Ethan's based on Evan. Happens a lot. ;) ))

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Yeah, sorry. I want to strangle AK sometimes for her similar character names! But then she kills them off so often that it's hard to keep up with them sometimes)

Aerin Thomas -> Antonio Pavlatos: ((*G* S'all good.))

Olivia Boehm: That's pretty shitty then. Buy me a drink. You'll feel better. *Half a grin, looking to see who he's waving at*

Antonio Pavlatos: The waitress asks him if he wants anything, and he jumps slightly, having been watching the bathroom. He asks for a warmed red wine.

Aerin Thomas: "Cute." He chuckles at her a little, and shakes his head. "What are you having?" He looks over at Antonio and waves him congenially over.

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks very relieved when Aerin motions to him, and rises in a fluid motion from the couch/bed, gliding towards him, pausing only long enough to take his wine from the waitress and dig out the folded money, finding a 10 and giving it to her.

Ethan Demian Augustus: [Open? And if so time?]

Antonio Pavlatos: (YES! Open :) And I think early evening, we didn't discuss it :P)

Aerin Thomas: ((Open, yesh! I...honestly don't know the time. *Looks to the two that were here before me*))

Olivia Boehm: Something strong. Whatever you're having. ((*shrugs* we'll go with early evening!))

Antonio Pavlatos: He steps up to Aerin, kneeling down by his feet. "'Evenin', Sir."

Aerin Thomas: He looks to the bartender. "Two scotches. Chivas, 18 years." He smiles to her, then looks over to watch Tony approach.

Olivia Boehm: *It's hard to tell if the look on her face is from the appearance of the man up close, or from the fact that he's kneeling at Aerin's feet. Either way, she looks decidedly unnerved.*

Aerin Thomas: "Good evening, Tony." He looks down to the man at his feet, accepting it with remarkable ease, and smiles to him. "How are you tonight?"

Olivia Boehm: *This is not for her. She's a beer by a bonfire get drunk and kick someone's ass kind of girl. This. Is just. Too. Weird.*

Antonio Pavlatos: He raises his head enough to look up at Aerin, mainly through his lashes. "Good, Sir. But..." A brief glimpse to the bathroom. "Ain't sure what happened to Jez..."

Antonio Pavlatos: (LOL Poor Livvy)

Antonio Pavlatos: (And per a quick PM from the player) Jez emerges from the bathroom, cellphone still in his hand. He walks to Tony, explains quickly that he has to leave, something has come up, and offers either money to take a taxi back, or - if Aerin is there - he can stay awhile and he would get back with him soon)

Eugenia Phelps: She's actually dressed for clubbing this time, more or less. She's attempting a Goth look, which just looks sort of weird on her. Yes, she remembers what the club was like and has decided to dress appropriately. So, she's got a mini-skirt, corset, and a velvet shrug to keep her arms warm. She's wearing stockings and heels. All black. Her golden hair stands out, though, even though it's silken length is meticulously braided and pinned back.

Ethan Demian Augustus: Ethan wanders in and carefully slips off his coat, dressed pretty much like always, nevermind he's out at a club. A plain long-sleeved white tee-shirt and light blue jeans with fuzzy palm-sized cutouts sewn on them - a heart, a star, a moon, a clover, and a horseshoe. (For anyone who would recognise it, someone cut out and attached the Lucky Charms marshmallows, colors match those. And if anyone needs his whole DD, let me know.)

Aerin Thomas: He looks at Olivia with an expression that says 'Long story,' then back to Tony. "What happened to him?" He looks up to the bathroom, where Antonio's looking, and frowns a little, concerned. A hand comes over to smooth lightly over the kneeling man's long black hair, to relax him a little.

Antonio Pavlatos: Since Alex had told him to go out with Jez to the club, and stay there a while, and 'enjoy' himself, and since Aerin is there and he feels more comfortable, he tells Jez he'll get a taxi later, but doesn't take the money unless Jez forces it on him.

Antonio Pavlatos: (put post in correct spot) "He said he was gonna go to the bathroom 'n he'de be right back."

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 9,9,4,8,

Eugenia Phelps: She is on the ball today, smiles and waves are tossed out to the ones she recognizes, even Aerin though he probably doesn't really remember her from when he and Gunther had words.

Olivia Boehm: *Good enough. She hops up on a barstool, and just watches*

Ethan Anderson: Ethan slips into the club quietly, his blond hair falling loose about his handsome face, a few slim braids spilling down along his sculpted cheeks, the ends tied off with slim strips of raw brown leather. He's dressed, uniquely for him, in a pair of soft brown leather pants, boots and a soft butter cream button down shirt.

Antonio Pavlatos: He stays at Aerin's feet, sipping his wine, seeming very content to be there.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He waves to Nia, and walks up to the bar, ordering a nice tame Sprite. No alcohol for him. When he notices Aerin he waves, but seeing both Aerin AND Nia puts him on edge. Is Nia one of the Illuminati too? He toys nervously at the Sprite with his straw when his drink is handed to him. Possibly he should just lock himself in his closet.

Antonio Pavlatos: (Oh no, I'm doomed - both Ethan's! If I make a screwup just deal with it :P)

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 2,4,1,4,2,3,

Eugenia Phelps: She gracefully slides over to the bar, slipping onto a stool with an adjustment of her mini-skirt so that less of her thigh is showing when she sits. "Um..just give me something.." She orders of the bartender.

Ethan Anderson: d10: Per alert: 7,4,10,6,9,8,

Aerin Thomas: Aerin sees nothing. Why does he see nothing? Because, when he goes to sit on a barstool, he misses it. Completely. And falls on his ass, slamming the back of his head against the bar with a resounding CRACK!

Ethan Anderson: Seeing Aerin and Tony, he pauses a moment, hands smoothing the shirt down over his stomach, tucking it more neatly into his pants. He shakes back his hair and heads towards the pair, smiling softly, though uncertainty and sadness seem to linger in his bright blue eyes.

Aerin Thomas: ((I'm going with Ethan D vs. Ethan A. Since they're BOTH Ethan A's of straight last names. *G*))

Ethan Anderson: And then Aerin falls and all composure is shot, Ethan scrambling to his side as fast as he can. "Aerin!"

Eugenia Phelps: The falling man makes her jump a bit and she looks over at him with a concerned frown. She's already moving to slide from her stool to check on him.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He winces and takes a few steps toward Aerin sliding his Sprite alog the bar before he seems to think better of it and pauses, one hand on his drink, one hand half-raised as if he would reach out to touch Aerin, despite still being about ten feet away.

Antonio Pavlatos: He quickly rises to his feet, moves to Aerin, his face concerned. "Sir!? Are you okay?"

Olivia Boehm: Jesus, are you okay? *Hopping up*

Aerin Thomas: He lies there for a couple moments, eyes open and dazed, before his hand moves, going to the back of his head and touching gingerly. "Ow, shit..." He winces, and starts to struggle toward his feet, a little woozy. Yeah. He's cool, calm, collected, and with it...really.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan slows seeing all the people around Aerin and hovers back a bit, watching the Garou anxiously.

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (Was he injured? Or just a little bang on his head?)

Olivia Boehm: You, my dear, need another drink. *Offering her hand to help him up*

Antonio Pavlatos: He drops down to his knees beside Aerin, his hand fluttering toward him, but then back down, waiting to see if Aerin was going to be okay or not.

Eugenia Phelps: She moves to his side, a gentle hand held out in offering to help him if he needs it. "Are you all right? Can I help you?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: There really are enough people hovering, but that was...he watches them a moment, waiting.

Aerin Thomas -> Antonio Pavlatos: ((Maybe a little brain rattling...he'll be fine. *S*))

Antonio Pavlatos: His own drink was sitting on the floor.

Antonio Pavlatos: He knows that normal things Aerin can handle, so he sits back. Had it been Alex though... he stays on the floor.

Aerin Thomas: He looks around at everyone offering help, blinking. Something about it is vaguely amusing to him, and he pulls himself to his feet, staggering a bit. "Thanks, guys, I'm, ah...I'm okay. Really. Just lost about 90 points on the coolness factor...ow."

Ethan Anderson: "Aerin," he asks, voice soft as he takes a couple steps closer.

Olivia Boehm: More than ninety. *Grinning a little*

Antonio Pavlatos -> Aerin Thomas: (kk, thanks :)

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at the voice, smiling suddenly. That sounded like Ethan A. And oh, look...it was! He smiles warmly to him, still a bit dazed. "Ethan?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Do you want me to get you some ice? Your head must hurt.." She frowns with concern.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Hey," he calls softly. "Aerin. Come here a second."

Ethan Anderson: "Hey. You kinda fell down," he says, moving to the man's side, his eyes all for the other.

Antonio Pavlatos: He hears the voice and actually looks up at Ethan and gives him a weak smile.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He blinks as Aerin says his name looking in a completely different direction.

Aerin Thomas: Olivia gets a weak chuckle. He looks at Nia...recognizing her vaguely, but not knowing her name. "No thanks, umm...no thank you. Just a little concussed...I'm still good, I'm still good." He blinks and looks to Ethan D, then Ethan A. "Yeah, I kind of did...gimme one sec, hon." He leans in to give Ethan A a quick kiss on the cheek, and smiles to Tony, adressing them both. "I'll be right back, guys." He moves toward Ethan D, eyes curious, watching him. The man was freaked out by him last they met, and he didn't blame him.

Olivia Boehm: *Fabulous. More highly stylish, weirdly dressed people. She fades off to the back of the group, tugging at the hem of her top and feeling decidedly underdressed. Or misdressed*

Ethan Anderson: He smiles happily at the kiss and then turns and gently touches TOny's head, stroking his hair. "Hey, hon."

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little and then moves to collect her drink that she'd almost forgotten.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He watches Aerin move, honestly less concerned with conversation and more concerned that Aerin might have actually done damage when he hit his head.

Olivia Boehm: *Drink. Fabulous plan. She turns back to the bar, sliding onto a stool once again*

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks just a bit panicked as Aerin leaves like Jez did, but Ethan's touch seems to comfort and calm him. He leans into it. "'Evein', Si... Ethan."

Eugenia Phelps: She lifts her drink for a sip and makes a low, pleased noise. Yes, that drink is perfect for her needs right now.

Ethan Anderson: He smiles and crouches down next to Tony, curling an arm over his shoulders. "I'm sorry about the other morning," he says softly. "And thank you for calling me Ethan."

Aerin Thomas: "Hey," he says to Ethan D as he approaches, nodding to him a little. Rubbing the back of his head a bit. "How are you?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I'm alright. Come, let me see that." He waves Aerin closer to him, and takes the few steps back to reach his coat, searching for something in the pockets.

Antonio Pavlatos: He nuzzles Ethan's shoulder. "You ain't gotta be sorry... I'm just stupid, didn't understand. Alex toldt me, like I said." He gives him a soft smile. "Ya wanted me to call ya that."

Ethan Anderson: He nods and kisses the other young man's temple. "You're not stupid. You just didn't get it. Its all good."

Eugenia Phelps: She rests the heels of her shoes on the stool's rung as she turns to face the crowd. It's interesting to see people like this, and the interactions between them.

Olivia Boehm: Um. Vodka. Twist of lemon. On the rocks. *Showing the bartender her stamped hand when he peers at her, trying desperately to ignore the overly friendly pair of men behind her*

Antonio Pavlatos: Any tension in his shoulders seem to fade at the contact, it seems physical touch is very calming to him. He ducks his head down, and picks up his glass of now cooled wine.

Aerin Thomas: "It's fine, honest." He shrugs a little, but turns around anyway, so he can look at it. Nice little bump forming there...no blood or anything, though. "Just shows you how with it I am lately." He watches Tony and Ethan A as he allows Ethan D to look over the bump, a little smile coming to his face.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan finally gets a look at what Tony is wearing and his eyes widen, a faint flush rising to his tanned cheeks. "Nice...Um...Nice outfit, Tony," he murmurs.

Eugenia Phelps: She crosses her legs carefully, right over left, boucing a little along with the beat as she sips at her drink Thusfar, everything seems to be going well this evening.

Olivia Boehm: *The vodka is gone nearly as soon as it's delivered, and she pushes the glass forward for another*

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks down at the strips of cloth barely covering him. "Jez said to wear somethin' for the club. I thought.. he meant to dance in, to strip... he wants to take me shoppin'." Eyes calm, voice calm, innocent sounding. Odd from someone dressed in just enough to stop him from getting arrested for indecency.

Ethan Anderson: "Y-yeah. Shopping would be good," he murmurs, resting his cheek against Tony's head as his eyes seek out Aerin, resting devotedly on the lanky man. He smiles as his eyes meet the other's.

Eugenia Phelps: She can't help but admire the barely clothed man. She does enjoy looking at pretty things, people especially.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He pulls a tiny jar out of an inside coat pocket, the kind you find Tiger Balm in, but this one has instead a slight amber tint. "I could have told you that before," he murmurs, gently feeling over the back of Aerin's head. "There was no need for that dramatic demonstration." He winces, with a little hissing sound. "Let me put something on that?"

Aerin Thomas: He winces a little when Ethan D hits the bump, flinching away instinctively. Sowly, he relaxes. "Sure, go ahead."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Easy. I'll try not to hurt you." He opens the jar, dipping his fingers into it and rubbing them together with a faint sigh before gently rubbing the liquid over the bump on the back of Aerin's head. [And the upcoming roll is for a Life effect to diagnose. Someone just wants to be sure there's nothing to worry about. Awareness rolls away, if applicable.]

Ethan Demian Augustus: d10: Arete: 2,9,2,

Antonio Pavlatos: He takes a sip of his wine, making a slight face, but drinks it anyway.

Ethan Anderson: "Wh-what are you drinking," he asks, tearing his eyes away from Aerin as he feels TOny move.

Eugenia Phelps: d10: Per+awareness: 9,3,3,4,

Antonio Pavlatos: "Warmed wine, but it got kinda cold." He has finished off the glass though now. "I like mulled wine, but... kinda hard to find at most places, they don't put cloves 'n stuff in it."

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Demian Augustus: ((Potential concussion. Ethan also picks up that Aerin has an incredibly vibrant life force, capable of massive regeneration. He also notes a strange genetic pattern...something that's got elements of both human and wolf, but not quite either.))

Ethan Anderson: He wrinkles his nose slightly. "I try not to drink. Unless I"m r-really freaked out."

Olivia Boehm: *This... she downs the other vodka, making a mental note to rob a bank before she comes here again, should she ever lose complete control of her senses and actually set foot in this place after tonigh. Sliding from the stool, she starts for the door*

Ethan Demian Augustus -> Aerin Thomas: The fingers smoothing over the back of Aerin's head suddenly twitch and there is the sound of a quick inhalation. For about five seconds there is no movement, but after that he resumes working over the bump.

Antonio Pavlatos: "I like the taste... warmin' it takes away some of the alcohol content, Alex says, 'n he don't mind me drinkin' it. He don't mind me drinkin' as long as I ain't drinkin' 'cause I got the shakes." He glances to Olivia as she starts to leave, but he isn't the type to speak much to people he doesn't know, and they weren't really introduced.

Aerin Thomas: He twitches a little bit at something, but remains perfectly still. "Everything fine, Ethan?" He asks to the one rubbing his head.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan bites his lips thoughtfully and then offers his hand to Tony. "C'mon. Lets go claim a bed," he murmurs, glancing to Aerin and then back to the other.

Antonio Pavlatos: He rises immediately at Ethan's words, and follows him.

Olivia Boehm: *Lets go claim a bed?!?! Yeah. Time to go, Liv....*

Antonio Pavlatos: He does take the time to put his empty glass on the bar counter before moving after Ethan.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Yeah. That's a hell of a knot. But you seem mostly okay. Just...ummmmmm...try not to be alone for awhile, or you know, go to sleep and fall into a coma, silly things like that. You should be fine. You may not want too much more to drink though."

Antonio Pavlatos: (ROFL!)

Ethan Anderson: Ethan reaches back and takes Tony's hand, having realized and been told, just how important touch was to the young man, and leads him to one of the day beds. He climbs up onto it and draws Tony up after him, knowing that the other would likely kneel on the floor if he let him.

Eugenia Phelps: Olivia missed the last time Nia was here when someone kept trying to remove her skirts. She sips at her drink and leans back against the bar.

Antonio Pavlatos: He follows Ethan's lead, and if he wants him on the day bed with him, he follows without comment, curling his legs under him.

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He looks over his shoulder to Ethan D and smiles a little. "Thanks. Umm..." He looks lost for just a moment, before shaking it off. "Yeah, thanks Ethan. Excuse me..." He heads back to the bar, watching Liv leave before he takes his scotch and moves to follow Ethan A and Tony toward the bed.

Ethan Demian Augustus: With just slightly shaky hands he closes the little jar and slips it back into the coat pocket.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan shifts a bit and stretches out, laying his head on Tony's thigh, his eyes finding Aerin as the other heads his way. He smiles softly.

Olivia Boehm: *She ducks out, heading for the apartment, and the saftey of cheap beer and bad sitcoms*

Ethan Demian Augustus: He nods, with a tiny smile. "Yeah. Go ahead." It's the easiest he's ever gotten away from Ethan.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems content at the moment, although it would extremely content if Alex was there. He still couldn't understand why Alex ordered him to do things that would make him be around people without him.

Eugenia Phelps: She rests her elbows on the counter while she keeps her eyes on her surroundings. It looks like it's going to be a quiet night..not that there's anything wrong with that.

Aerin Thomas: He moves over to the bed and climbs up onto it, setting his drink next on the nearest flat surface. He flops down on the bed, trying to relaxing, shutting his eyes for a moment. Carrying alcohol and laying on a bed. All he needs is the coma, and he'll have done everything Ethan told him not to...but at least he's not alone. "And I repeat. Ow." It's muttered.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan shifts a bit, almost crawling over Tony's lap to press his lips to Aerin's, kissing him slowly. "You sh-should be more careful, love."

Antonio Pavlatos: At Aerin's words, he gives the man another concerned look.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He casts a last concerned glance at Aerin and slips out, leaving his barely touched Sprite.

Antonio Pavlatos: He stays put, seeming to have no problem in being crawled over.

Ethan Demian Augustus: [And, dropping out of this. Back late tonight. *hugs* Thanks for the scene.]

Antonio Pavlatos: (*hugs* See ya later then, have fun)

Ethan Anderson: ((Bye love!*HUG*))

Aerin Thomas: He leans up to return the kiss to Ethan, making a little 'Hmmm' sound. A slight smile coming to his face. "I should be. But I'm not...just one of those days, I guess. Getting them a lot lately." He reaches up and strokes Ethan's cheek a little bit, sighing.

Aerin Thomas: ((*Hugs* Bye, love!))

Antonio Pavlatos: He watches the two men, thoughtfully, as if trying to understand something.

Eugenia Phelps: For a moment, her gaze remains focused on the three men on the day bed, briefly envious of the easy affection between them.

Ethan Anderson: He sighs and leans his face into Aerin's hands. "I love you," he murmurs softly, shifting a bit so that his hips are resting in Tony's lap and they are both hopefully more comfy. "It'll be okay," he adds, not for the first time in the last two days.

Aerin Thomas: "I hope so." He reaches up and rubs at his face a little. "Slight kink in the plan. The, ah...exit strategy I planned? Isn't going to work."

Ethan Anderson: "She's suddenly okay with you having another lover," he asks softly. "You think she found out about us? Figured it out?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He just closes his eyes, seeming to get more relaxed by the moment. Something Ethan is doing is very right.

Aerin Thomas: "No...well, maybe." He shrugs. "I don't think so. Regardless, yes, that's the problem."

Antonio Pavlatos: His eyes flutter open for a moment at the conversation, but then flutter closed again.

Ethan Anderson: He sighs softly and shifts a bit, not in an attempt to arouse Tony but to get more comfortable so he can lay his head against Aerin's chest, eyes squeezing shut. "Part of me's happy about that. It means we don't have to hide but...It really m-mess...mess-ss..."He sighs.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems to understand perhaps, but he is stone still at the moment, eyes closed. He could be asleep for all anyone knew.

Aerin Thomas: "It's fucked up, is what it is." He sighs. "As good of news as this would have been a couple months ago, she's still not going to be happy that we've been together behind her back. Which now means I'll hurt her without accomplishing said goal."

Eugenia Phelps: Finally, she manages to drag her gaze away from them. After finishing her drink, she sets the empty glass down and heads into the growing crowd of dancers.

Ethan Anderson: "I'm s-sorry," he whispers, feeling guilty as he starts to scoot back...to sit up. "I d-d-don't know how to fix it Aerin."

Eugenia Phelps: d10: dex to dance: 4,4,1,

Ethan Anderson: ((Gimme my Nic back!))

Ethan Anderson: ((Bloody effing hell!))

Eugenia Phelps: Instead of dancing, she breaks a heel, manages to twist an ankle as she begins to fall amongst the crowd.

Antonio Pavlatos: He opens his eyes, having tried to listen to the music rather than the private sounding conversation. He lets the music call him, and rises fluidly from the daybed when Ethan moves, gliding to the dance floor.

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: Dance boy.....: 5,4,8,10,7,6,8,

Antonio Pavlatos: d10: re-roll: 2,

Eugenia Phelps: She lands with a thud and then starts working to pull herself up to her feet. Somehow. Her ankle hurts too much to put any real weight on it at the moment.

Antonio Pavlatos: Not bothering with a partner, he lets the music flood his brain and loses himself into it, the body moving with it as if it was a physical extention of himself. That was his secret of dancing. He lost himself completely in the music.

Aerin Thomas: He sighs as Ethan scoots up, and watches Tony rise and head off to the dance floor. He stares distractedly after the man leaving a moment, then looks back to Ethan. A soft, warm smile goes to him. "Don't feel bad, hon. It's not your fault. I just...I don't know what to do, either." He scoots up toward Ethan, an arm slipping around the young man's waist. "I'm almost at the point of sneaking you, me, and Tori off in the middle of the night and leaving a letter...but I don't want to do that, either. Not fair to her."

Ethan Anderson: "This whole situation isn't fair to any of us...We made our bed, Aerin...We should just tell her, be honest w-with her about how long its been going on," he says softly, curling into the man with a sigh, his eyes on Tony. He imagines, watching the young man dance, that he's maybe seeing a ghost of the man Aerin burried at the farm...a shadow..."I l-love you and I wouldn't change any of it. Not for anything but...Why did you make love to me that first time? Why give in to the druggie floating on his high?"

Eugenia Phelps: She manages to make it back to the bar, sliding onto a stool and lifting her leg with the pained ankle so she can take a look at it. In the meantime, she's doing her best to not flash the crowd. "I might need some ice.."

Antonio Pavlatos: This was almost as good as a high to him, the music, and his body moves as if it knows the way the music moves, meeting every beat, the slower pauses and then the faster ones. He twirls and dips, and seems perfectly content to be by himself at the moment.

Eugenia Phelps: She gets a little baggie of ice from the bartender and holds it to her ankle. "Great..just..damn it.." She frowns, her eyebrows knitting.

Aerin Thomas: "Huh...what?" He looks to Ethan, blinking at the question. Obviously not one he'd been prepared for. It completely throws him off his guard, staring at Ethan with confusion.

Antonio Pavlatos: And without thinking, he slips a thumb under the velcro stap of a strip of his shirt, and it is suddenly hanging down, exposing the pierced nippled of his chest, the two golden rings through them.

Antonio Pavlatos: (nippled=nipples)

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 5,4,6,4,

Antonio Pavlatos: And, no doubt, he is begining to get a bit of attention. (with that roll it would be hard not to).

Ethan Anderson: He sighs and turns his face up to Aerin's, licking his lips. "I fell in love with you just before I left...I knew I had to come back but...If you knew it would make Ita mad, why did you give into me when I begged you to touch me? Why did you have sex with me when I was tripping? When did this turn into love instead of duty for you?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks back to Antonio...another blink. Then back to Ethan. Mental overload registers in the back of his mind, eyes alternating between them.

Eugenia Phelps: She looked over into the crowd, spotting the dancer and making a slight sound. He is a pretty fellow.

Antonio Pavlatos: And another slip of his hand has another strap undone, and his chest is all but exposed now. The wild orchid design of the body paint is totally exposed now, and seems very well applied. As for Tony, he is completely lost in the music, a completely different person. The shy boy turned into a seductive, sensual creature.

Antonio Pavlatos: (I'll have the site done soon, to show the body paint designs... on a different model, but at least it gives a better visual than I can describe)

Aerin Thomas: "I don't..." He looks at Antonio, tensing very visibly, and then over to Ethan. Strain twists the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, makes his jaw set. "Why? I'm sorry, I just...huh?"

Eugenia Phelps: She watches him, fanning herself with a hand.

Antonio Pavlatos: The strips of silk are simply hanging on him now, but with another slow turn on his heels, his thumb hits the velcro on one of his thigh strips, and it falls down by his side, exposing him even more.

Ethan Anderson: "He's not Micah," he says softly, voice going hard and hurt. "Micah is dead. He's gone. You burried him in your f-f-fucking back yard!" Ethan stands, pulling away from Aerin and heads for the door, his chin tucked tightly to his chest, his body a ball of tensely coiled muscle.

Antonio Pavlatos: (his groin is still covered but barely, the strip exposes a g-string)

Antonio Pavlatos: He doesn't notice Ethan leaving, too completely caught up in his escape - the music.

Aerin Thomas: His jaw drops at Ethan's words...eyes go wide. He looks as if Ethan had just slit his daughter's throat right in front of him...absolutely horrified. Stunned into complete lack of motion, he stares after Ethan.

Ethan Anderson: The petite young man shoves his way through the crowd, absolutely refusing to cry inside the club. His steps are so hard, the thick fall of his golden hair seems to shimmer with every one.

Antonio Pavlatos: Another twirl, and the other thigh strip is gone, the g-string very visible. He seems completely oblivious to the entire club.

LRM: *waves to those kooky, quazy kids*

Ethan Anderson: (Taking Ethan to the street level)

Aerin Thomas: Follow. The word echoes in the back of his mind, weakly at first...then louder. FOLLOW. He rises to his feet, staring after Ethan...and then, he starts to move. Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed...a quick walk, a jog, then a run toward the door. Trying to dodge around anyone in his way. His jaw sets, focusing on the young man he's trying to catch up to, eyes still holding that horror in them.

Antonio Pavlatos: He has also not noticed Aerin leaving. How someone could be so caught up in the music, is hard to believe, but he is. Another move, another trip removed, and he is wearing mainly only a g-string a lot of straps of cloths hanging from his gyrating body.

Eugenia Phelps: She holds the ice on her ankle for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next. She can't really walk all that far. She'll have to call someone.

Antonio Pavlatos: (trip=strip)

Aerin Thomas: ((Off 2 MT Streets...will try to be back! :) ))

OUTSIDE THE LIMELIGHT

Ethan Anderson: He pushes his way out of Limelight, weaving between the kids waiting to get in, tears glittering in his downcast eyes as he strikes off towards the nearest alley.

Ethan Anderson: He settles against the wall just outside the alley, not quite brave enough to duck down it out of sight. His hands clench at his sides and he keeps his head down, hiding the tears behind his hair, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth are grinding. Angry. Hurt...So pissed off at himself he could scream...But he doesn't. He just stands there, aching for a hit.

Aerin Thomas: He races out of the Limelight, pausing as he looks one way, then the other, trying to find Ethan. Face frantic, body completely tense. There's anger there, and a deep, deep fear...he's absolutely freaked out.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 6,8,10,7,7,4,

Ethan Anderson: The kin jams his fist against his mouth for a moment, breathing raggedly through his nose, his hair catching on the brick of the wall like slim strands of golden thread tying him there.

Aerin Thomas: "ETHAN!" He races down to the other, nearly stumbling and falling on his ass as he tries to run. He's still weaving a little bit, and he staggers slightly as he approaches Ethan.

Ethan Anderson: He flinches hearing his name but doesn't look up, just bites the side of his fist to stop the building sob. His petite frame is tense and trembling.

Aerin Thomas: He stops the desperate scrambling a few feet away from Ethan, trying to regain some composure. From the violent trembling, the set, pulsing jaw, and the wild look in the eyes staring intently at the blonde-haired man against the wall, it's not working. "That...was SO fucking unfair, Ethan." Tremors in his voice.

Ethan Anderson: He lifts his eyes slowly, tears clinging to his pale lashes. "You don't see Tony when you look at him," he whispers flatly. "You see Micah. And he's all you see."

Aerin Thomas: "Wow. You noticed that I corrolate him with Micah. Congratu-fucking-lations." He takes a vicious swipe of his hand through brown hair to get it out of his flushed face. "Micah's buried in my fucking backyard. I'm going through the most difficult month of my life, and that's saying a hell of a lot. I've almost been killed three times, I'm lying to the woman I sacrificed everything for, trying to leave her, I quit my job, am leaving my home and abandoning my son, and am completely leaving my old life behind me. AGAIN. And on top of it all, I might...MIGHT...be losing my fucking mind. So forgive me if I've got a little flashback or two going on in my head. Believe me, it's hurting me FAR more then it is you."

Ethan Anderson: "Don't you get it," he asks softly, blinking at Aerin, eyes widening. "I'm scared for you! I see you slipping away and I don't know how to help you!" He pauses, dragging in a shaking breath. "I love you like you love Ita and there's NOTHING I can do to help you...I can't be him."

Aerin Thomas: "I don't want you to be him!" He stares at Ethan like he's grown another head...horrified, yet fascinated. "Jesus, Ethan," he murmurs, shaking his head. "You just don't fucking get it." He takes a couple steps back from Ethan, toward the edge of the curb.

Ethan Anderson: He pushes away from the wall and reaches out, curling his fingers in Aerin's shirt, tugging him away from the curb. "I'm sorry...YOu're losing everything and I just don't feel like I'm enough to help keep you okay and I'm scared to. I'm afraid of losing you and I dont' want you to be unhappy."

Aerin Thomas: "Oh, for fuck's sake..." He shakes his head, not pulling away, but not moving towsrd him, either. He moves because of the other's tug, nothing more...his stance losing the anger. Going back to resignation. "Look...Ethan. I'm sorry that I'm hurting you. I promise you...the only reason I've gotten this far is because of you, okay? And I'll make it through. Because of you. You help me by keeping me here, keeping me as close to sane as I ever get these days."

Ethan Anderson: He sighs softly and shakes his head. "We both need to shut up b-b...Before we say something we'll regret." He moves towards Aerin slowly, hand uncurling to slide up the other's chest and rest over the Rose as he tips his eyes to Aerin's face. Adoring and utterly devoted. "I don't wanna fight."

Aerin Thomas: "Neither do I." The Rose is warm, mostly soft, with a hint of the searing heat there. He looks at Ethan with a sad sort of smile, leaning down to rest his forehead against the other's. "I...can we head back? Tony shouldn't be in there alone...I don't know if he should be, anyway. You know? It's not about...just worried about him. And I love you," he adds. "Not him."

Ethan Anderson: "I love you too," he says softly, eyes closing to spill the last of the tears down his cheeks. He snorts softly. "Tonly scares me a little," he admits, pulling away from Aerin a bit. "He uh...He tried to blow me the other morning."

Aerin Thomas: "Oh." He blinks. "Wow. Ummm..." He shakes his head, chuckling a little at that. Just a natural reaction...maybe the concussion and the stress of all of this is getting to be a bit too much, he's losing his guile. "He's a slave, Ethan. You have to keep that in mind whenever you deal with him...he lives to serve."

Ethan Anderson: "Yeah...I...I didn't know how to deal with it. I told him I wanted to be his friend and then next thing I know he's nuzzling his way to my...Well down there, y'know?" He sighs and slips his hand into Aerin's.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah..." He takes Ethan's hand, and starts to head back toward the front door. "He'll misinterpret a lot. Set ground rules with him...make sure he understands. I'm thinking he was heavily abused...he's got all the signs. Alex looks to be trying to heal that."

Ethan Anderson: He nods and squeezes Aerin's hand tightly. "I'm sorry. I just...I lost it in there," he admits softly, free hand rising to wipe the tear tracks from his face.

Aerin Thomas: "It's okay." His eyes stay on the approaching door. "I'm sorry...I'm not myself right now, and I know that. Maybe I'll get there again soon."

Ethan Anderson: He glances up at the other. "I-I can see I"m going to have to take you into the barn later."

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Ethan, and smiles a little bit. Faintly, considering the implications there...but still a smile. "I won't object," he says, leaning into Ethan a bit. He moves up the steps of the cathedral-turned-club with Ethan, to go back inside.

LIMELIGHT CLUB

Eugenia Phelps: She looks at him, totally not comprehending the meaning of his words. "Your Master?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He nods. "He is my Master, I am his Slave, that is the way of things." He sounds as if he is totally content with that.

Eugenia Phelps: "What does that entail?" She does her best to make herself comfortable while not flashing people. She puts the ice on her ankle as she watches his face.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems thoughtful for a moment, as if unsure how to answer her, then responds quietly. "I serve him in all ways, I make sure he has what he needs, whatever that is, that I obey his order, whatever they are, 'n that I make him happy, no matter what that means."

Eugenia Phelps: "I think I've heard of stuff like this." She smoothes a hand over her hair and then looks him in the eyes. "You like being his slave?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He meets her eyes for a brief moment, but eye contact is not his thing. He drops his eyes. "He is good to me, better than... anyone ever been to me... I don't mind servin' him, he deserves it... he saved my life."

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little. "I can see how you would think that." A thoughtful look as someone comes up to take their order.

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks to the waitress, and very softly asks for a warmed wine.

Antonio Pavlatos: When the waitress leaves... "It ain't what I think, he did. They woulda killed me probably. He is good to me, even iffin he has punish me sometimes, I... I always deserve it."

Antonio Pavlatos: (even if he has to punish me...)

Eugenia Phelps: "Who are they?" She'd ordered some cocktail before the waitress left. She kept her gaze on Tony, though.

Antonio Pavlatos: He stiffens suddenly, as if he remembers he is speaking. "Er... just some... bad people... everythin' is fine now. ALex took care of it, he always takes care of things."

Antonio Pavlatos: He looks around again, not seeing either Aerin or Ethan, and he seems to become more nervous.

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little, understanding in her features. "You seem worried. You don't have to be. You can trust me."

Aerin Thomas: And back in he comes, his hand clasped around Ethan's. He seems calmer, more subdued as he moves past the bouncer, eyes moving quickly around the club, searching.

Ethan Anderson: He slips back into the club hand in hand with Aerin, a soft, slightly sad smile on his face...But, at least he's smiling.

Antonio Pavlatos: He blinks at Eugenia. "Trust you? Ethan spoke of that, but... I aint sure how to do that iffin I dont' know ya." Somehow the 'know ya' does not mean just knowing her as a person.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 7,9,6,3,8,7,

Eugenia Phelps: "What can I tell you?" She scoots back a little on the day bed.

Aerin Thomas: He finds Tony fairly quickly...ahh, there on the bed with...he squints. She looks familiar...oh. Yeah, now he remembers. His cheeks color a little, remembering the confrontation with Gunther. "Come on," he murmurs to Ethan, heading toward the bed.

Antonio Pavlatos: (He's at the exact same day bed they had been on. After the dance, that's where he went.) Eugenia> "Tell me?" He seems confused then.

Ethan Anderson: He follows, resting his cheek against Aerin's shoulder, his eyes sliding to Tony and Eugenia. He murmurs something softly to the other.

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: Whispered. "Only w-way he gets to...to suck me is if you and Alex are both watching and having fun."

Antonio Pavlatos: (for the ones just coming in, he is now wearing only a g-string, the straps unloosened to his other clothes.)

Eugenia Phelps: "To make you trust me. Or at least to let you know a bit about me. I'm not afraid to share information."

Aerin Thomas: He blinks at Ethan's comment, grinning suddenly, and leans in to whisper back as they walk to the bed.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems strangely confused. He blinks at her. "Trust means... knowing... 'n I thought I knew what that meant, but.... Alex 'n Ethan... well, I ain't so sure no more. 'N what information ya want to share with me?" Gawd, this boy is a mess.

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson: "Are you trying to drive me insane, love?"

Antonio Pavlatos: He doesn't seem to be able to comprehend why she would want to share any important information with him.

Ethan Anderson: He flushes softly and flashes a grin up to Aerin. "Th-they're yjmmy," he admits softly, biting his lips as they near the bed.

Eugenia Phelps: "I work at a hotel. In my spare time, I sculpt angels. I make some money from those. I like music and long baths.." Her voice trails. "What do you want to know about me? I'm an open book."

Aerin Thomas: He chuckles a little and nods, leaning in to kiss Ethan's neck just before they reach the bed. He looks up to Nia and Tony, nodding to them. "Hello. Sorry, Tony...just needed some fresh air for a moment."

:-): ((Open?))

Aerin Thomas: ((NO! *G* Yes, open. Early evening.))

Ethan Anderson: He shivers softly at the kiss, eyes closing and a soft sound spilling from his mouth. When he finally opens his eyes he offers Tony a smile before slipping out of Aerin's arms to slide up onto the bed, curling around behind the other young man, touching him lightly but intimately.

Antonio Pavlatos: He blinks rapidly at her. A question... a decision... oh hell... he seems to hesitate, not knowing how to answer he." Eh... I ain't sure, Mistres... I just.... just think ya';; tell me what ya want me to know." He look up at her,not quite meeting her eyes, but sure that she would tell him what he should know, or at least a clue as to how to answer her questions.

:-): ((Flips the screen, grinning. Fink.))

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems so relieved to see Aerin and Ethan that is it is sad, almost pathetic.

Eugenia Phelps: "Hello." She gives Aerin a cheerful smile, offering her hand. "I'm Nia. I was just keeping Tony company."

Felisa Espinosa: d10: man+sub: 7,1,4,2,5,7,6,

Antonio Pavlatos: A quick movement of his dark head against Ethan's hand.

Aerin Thomas: He slips onto the bed as well, sitting up on it next to Ethan, a hand smoothing over the blonde man's shoulder lightly before he goes for his drink. He smiles a bit to Nia, taking the hand for a shake. "Aerin. Thank you for keeping him company...nice to meet you."

Eugenia Phelps: She shakes his hand gently before adjusting the melting ice over her ankle. "It's nice to meet you as well. I liked keeping Tony company."

Ethan Anderson: He nuzzles his face against Tony's shoulder, arm sliding around the dancer's waist before he lets his head drop to Aerin's thigh, eyes on Nia.

Antonio Pavlatos: He curls up closer to Ethan, or Aerin, whoever sits next to him.

Felisa Espinosa: Barely makes it in... BARELY, without that stupid little stamp on her hand, the fucking feebs. Not that she would be sucking down rum or anything, but it was a matter of personal pride in a way. God, those fucking dingleberries making a mess out of everything due to jealousy and pride. And these people were in charge?
She glided through the masses like a shark in kelp, muttering darkly, a cigarette in her mouth.

Antonio Pavlatos: (then it is Ethan. He presses close enough to him to seem to want to share his skin)

Aerin Thomas: Tony gets a brief look, and a warm smile, before eyes turn down to the woman's ankle, lips pursing. "Are you all right?" He pets Ethan's hair lightly, smoothing it and brushing it back from the other's face.

Eugenia Phelps: "My heel broke when I was attempting to dance and I ended up twisting my ankle." She looks so sheepish as she answers Aerin's question, once again envious of the affection these men share for one another.

Ethan Anderson: He smiles softly at the gentle petting and lets his hand slide from Tony's waist to his thigh, trying to relax...Enjoy the odd type of closeness with the other young man.

Antonio Pavlatos: "Yes, Sir..." But his voice is trembling sounding, as if he is not certain of anything he said, or what he should say.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+alert: 9,9,6,2,7,

Ethan Anderson: "You're okay," Ethan assures Tony softly.

Antonio Pavlatos: He cuddles up next to Ethan, nuzzles his shoulder, seeming to so very badly need the contact... somehow it isn't sexual in contezt, but simply assurance.

Aerin Thomas: "Ouch..." He sips at his glass and sets it aside, then settles his hand on Tony's shoulder, warm and supportive. He continues to pet Ethan with the other, green eyes on Nia. "I take take a look at it if you like...I've got some skill with fixing small aches and pains."

Felisa Espinosa: She started looking for people she knew, or at least people she's seen before, and remembered the last time that she was here how some people clumped together, and it looks as if some of those people still clump together, though she doesn't know them except for the one...
Girl seems to get around a bit, she thought, headed that way.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan's arms tighten reassuringly around Tony and he turns his head slightly to nuzzle Aerin's thigh in a manner that is just shy of being indecent.

Eugenia Phelps: She stretches her leg out to offer Aerin her injured ankle. "I'd like that, thank you." She murmurs as she leans back a bit. "I'll need to get back home later and I can't really get there on an aching ankle."

Aerin Thomas: He catches his lower lip in his teeth a moment, looking at Ethan with a slight grin, and then leans over him, hands coming out to gently brush over the ankle, feeling it out.

Felisa Espinosa: She walked up and stood before them, just a pretty Puerto Rican in a sort of gangbanger attire, doo-rag and all, but no colors to speak of, nothing affilliated with anything but the color black, and she tilts her head just so, like a puppy listening to something strange and alien. It lasted for a moment as she took in the faces. Ah, you were the one in at Joes. And you my dear friend... you have a mystery behind those eyes...

Antonio Pavlatos: He stays close to Ethan, not speaking now, afraid he had already spoken too much. Even if he had said Hello he might have felt the same way. Somehow, whatever happened was auto his fault - in his mind.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Medicine: 5,7,9,3,5,

Eugenia Phelps: She didn't break anything. It's just a little swollen from a good twisting. She winces slightly at the touch of his fingers on the swollen ankle, but the physical contact seems to comfort her just a little. She loves sensation.

Ethan Anderson: He nips Aerin's thigh and then shifts one hand to stroke Tony's hair reassuringly. He might not get the ubber submissive thing but he does know how to give comfort.

Aerin Thomas: His eyes glance up to Felisa as she stops at their bed, looking her over a moment appraisingly, then nodding before he looks back down to the offered ankle. "It's not so bad...hold still for just a moment." He makes to pretend to pop the joint a little, as he inwardly calls on the Goddess to aid him.

Antonio Pavlatos: There is no sexual undertones in his actions now, he seems to be willing to simply crawl up into Ethan's lap. But he doesn't, he manages to control it, and simply hangs tightly on him.

Aerin Thomas: d10: Mothers Touch: 7,3,2,10,6,7,

Ethan Anderson: Ethan glances up at Felisa and curls one leg over Tony's, just slightly. After all, hard for the other to crawl into his lap as they're both laying down.

Aerin Thomas: Ethan's nip draws an intake of breath from him, but he's still able to focus enough to make the pain go away with ease.

Aerin Thomas: ((Awareness is appropriate here, BTW, as with all Gifts/Disciplines/Etc.))

Eugenia Phelps: d10: Per+awareness: 2,8,2,7,

Felisa Espinosa: "Euge, you're well? We should talk, I think. Unless you don't want to talk... which is fine as well. Why are you wearing one shoe?" she asked, looking at the others as a child looks at pretty beetles.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems to slowly relax again, shoulders untenses at Ethan's movements.

Eugenia Phelps: She glances over at Felisa and gives her a wide smile before looking over at Aerin. Her ankle is..wow..it's as if she'd never twisted it at all. "Thank you!" She smiles brightly.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan shifts a bit and lifts his head to lay his cheek along Tony's, nuzzling.

Eugenia Phelps: [She's not wearing any shoes.*giggles*]

Aerin Thomas: "You're welcome." He smiles to her and then leans back, relaxing a little bit. His hands go back to where they were...threading gently trough Ethan's hair with one, from scalp all the way to the ends then back up, and resting comfortingly on Antonio's shoulder with the other. He looks up to Felisa for a moment, watching her.

Antonio Pavlatos: He seems to let out a long sigh, and rubs his cheek againt Ethan's, nuzzling him back. His entire body seems to relax then, feeling much better than earlier.

Antonio Pavlatos: At Aerin's touch, whatever tightness in his body fades out, and he seems completely calm once again.

Ethan Anderson: Okay. Well...Its a little odd, he admits to himself as he forces his body to melt into the back of Tony's, relaxing more as he craddles the other against him. He drops his head back to Aerin's thigh, hsi chin resting atop Tony's head.

Felisa Espinosa: "Thank you for what?"
Then suddenly noticing that she's not wearing any shoes in a club known for it's share of cigarette butts and odd sticky fluids. It's a wonder the woman's skin isn't jaundice yellow. Felisa smirked, leaning in to look at the quiet one. Pretty beetle.
"So. Euge. You up for it?" she asked, before turning to the others. "My apologizes. Second night here and I don't know the social dynamic."

Eugenia Phelps: "I'm fine. We can talk if you want." She gathers the ice and her shoes. "I'll talk to you guys later, okay?" She smiles warmly at the men before sliding from the bed. "My heel broke." She explains to Felisa.

Antonio Pavlatos: He doesn't respond except for a weak smile, cuddl;es up tightly against Ethan now.

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He nods to Nia, letting her leave. Eyes drop to the two on the bed with him, perfectly at ease for the moment. Relaxed. Physical contact does tend to do that, even for balls of stress and pathos like Aerin.

Antonio Pavlatos: (cuddles=cuddled)

Felisa Espinosa: "I think your head's broke, or it should get turned in under the user's warranty," she said, smiling, ruffling the blonde's hair. "And I keep telling you to wear flats. I mean you've got the legs for it, but man..."

Eugenia Phelps: "Hey!" She laughs a little, swatting at Felisa's hands while trying to smooth her hair back down again. "They looked nice..and now I can't wear them anymore. What do you want to talk about?" She's heading for the bar.

Ethan Anderson: "This is kinda nice...Comfy," Ethan murmurs softly.

Mercury: He heads into the club, shows his I.D., doesn't get stamped, and looks around.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah..." He nods, smiling gently. "Yeah, it is." He lifts his hand from Tony to reach over for his drink.

Mercury: d10: : 6,4,4,8,6,3,

Ethan Anderson: "Potentially n-naughty though," he adds, legs twining with Tony's as he rubs his cheek to Aerin's thigh.

Eugenia Phelps: [Anyone need the description for Nia: The Club Edition?]

Mercury: Is that...? He squints against the various club lights and shades his eyes. Yeah, looks like. He heads over towards the area of the daybeds.

Mercury: ((Club edition - what's she wearing? *S* And does anyone need Merc's DD?))

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 8,9,1,7,7,8,

Felisa Espinosa: "My fucked up life, due to the slap-happy antics of my friends," she said, rolling her eyes. She looked over to the bartender and threw down a twenty. "Give Euge a Cream Soda, and not the kind that kids drink. Make it a highball."
When he left she smacked her hand to her face, looking annoyed. "Little altercation at Battery, sadly. Adrian's fine, we're trying to get his parole officer off his ass so he can hang, and having him sprawled out in Battery after he pulled a knife would probably lead him to Sing Sing again. So tell Alice to chill out, and I'm sorry about the dog."

Aerin Thomas: "Potentially." He glances over as Merucry approaches. Well, this should be interesting. He stays relaxed, and offers Mercury a warm smile, nodding his way.

Eugenia Phelps: "Ah, that explains a little bit." She nods with a faint smile.

Ethan Anderson: ((Let me keep my friggin nic, Dangit!))

Eugenia Phelps: [*liberal use of duct tape for her nick*]

Mercury: Nods back to Aerin, with a grin to him and Ethan, sprawling on the other side of Tony, if there's room. Nope, doesn't ask if he's invited. ((And hopefully Tony didn't get kicked offline.))

Ethan Anderson: Ethan shifts a bit closer to Aerin so that his feet don't get sat on and curls his arms more tightly around Tony, eyes flicking uncertainly to Mercury.

Felisa Espinosa: "I'm sure she's flipping the fuck out. I know I would be. But it's all cool and shit, at least on my end. I'd rather the whole fucking mess didn't happen, but I can't control those people," she said, looking slightly disgusted. Which meant inwardly she was rolling in disgust over how everything went down. Jealous, prideful morons...
"Well my reputation is shot to hell. How about yours? What happened to you last weekend? You guys went into the bathroom and never came out."

Eugenia Phelps: "We did a couple of lines of coke. After that, the rest of the night's sort of fuzzy." She shrugs and turns to pick up her drink and take a sip.

Aerin Thomas: He notes the grin but says nothing, like this is all perfectly natural. The slight frown does show up...but only for an instant, before it's gone, looking to Ethan with an affectionate smile, then back to Merc. "Heya, Merc...how're you?"

Felisa Espinosa: "I figured it was drugs," she said, smirking. "I had other ideas, but it was silly to me. You guys would pick a better place, and his girl would slit your throat in a heartbeat. Probably his as well."

Mercury: Aerin: "Pretty good." Looks to Ethan, then Tony. Looks back at Aerin. "I didn't know you knew Tony," he remarks blandly. "Alex not around tonight?" Small, small world. At least for *their* type.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan gently releases Tony and slips out from behind him, sliding into Aerin's lap with a little sigh.

Eugenia Phelps: "Did you see that bathroom? It was awful." She wrinkles her pretty little pert nose. "I would definitely not want to have sex in there."

Aerin Thomas: "No, he's not. Jez was here earlier with Tony, but he took off." A smile sent Tony's way, then he looks back up to Mercury. "Met Tony and Alex a couple beds down from here last week."

Mercury: He grins and nods. "It's been the place to hang lately. Suits me well enough. If the time of month is right."

Mercury: He's treating this just as casually as if he had run into Aerin on the street. Not a big deal to him, he doesn't know the story and he doesn't pry.

Aerin Thomas: His arms slide around Ethan as the young man slips into his lap, settling comfortably around his waist. He leans down to kiss Ethan's forehead briefly.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah...I'm starting to like it. Good people here."

Felisa Espinosa: Felisa shrugged. Well, it made sense not to. I mean the place was a damn dive, and Euge knew better. But after a few drinks and a couple of lines of coke, sometimes knowing better turns into something else entirely. Which Felisa didn't care about so much, except that her friend might be in dire straits if something weird happened.

Ethan Anderson: He smiles softly and settles against Aerin's chest, hands coming to rest over the other man's arms. Blue eyes flick curiously to Mercury, hand rising briefly to brush one of the tiny braids along his face back behind his beringed ear.

Mercury: Aerin: "Yeah, definitely. I like the attitude of anything goes."

Eugenia Phelps: She takes another sip of her cocktail, smiling serenely. "I'm going to need new shoes for clubbing."

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah...the utter acceptance is very nice." He looks between Ethan and Mercury, blinking a moment. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry...Mercury, this is Ethan. Ethan, Mercury."

Felisa Espinosa: She gave her a look and let out a huff of air. " Well, at least one of us doesn't have a dicked duck of a life. All the same, I wouldn't stop to say hello to Sady, just to be safe," she said, wiping her eye, "people have entirely too much passion these days..."

Mercury: He grins Ethan a wolfish grin, not *meant* to be predatory though it might look that way. "Yo."

Eugenia Phelps: "I didn't intend to, but thanks for keeping a look-out for me. It's nice to know that you have friends who care."

Mercury: OOC> grins=gives

Ethan Anderson: "Hello," he says softly, offering his hand to the other with a shy smile.

Mercury: Aerin: "Yeah, besides, I figure if I'm going to actually find a dom who can really handle me, it'll be here." He shrugs offhandedly. "Never know."

Mercury: He reaches over and shakes Ethan's hand, careful not to crush it. Snags a passing barmaid and orders a rum and coke. She frowns seeing his hand's not stamped, so he changes it to "just a coke, fuck!"

Felisa Espinosa: "Are you being sarcastic?" she asked, pulling out a Camel, "because I'd rather you didn't get into any fucking messes, which was why I asked. Criminey, don't know why I bother these days. Whole world's falling apart."

Eugenia Phelps: "I'm not being sarcastic, Felisa. I really mean it." She gives her friend a concerned look.

Ethan Anderson: He curls his hand back over Aerin's arm, smile growing slightly as he turns his head to nibble gently at the man's throat, Merc's rage not bothering him over much.

Mercury: "Showed 'em my real I.D. by mistake," he explains sheepishly to Aerin and Ethan. ((*G* Do you realize together you're the Arts & Entertainment Network? A&E!))

Aerin Thomas: A brief nod, chuckling slightly. The dom that could handle Mercury, he wouldn't want to see.

Felisa Espinosa: "Yeah? Aight. Look, sorry about the whole shitty... I dunno."
She was interrupted by a man giving her a look. Felisa gave him a look that made him back up three steps and fall unto a table with a pitcher on it. There was an amusing number of sounds that quickly followed. "The hell was I? Oh yeah. Just been a bad few days is all."

Ziahl: *slips inside*

Aerin Thomas: A little hitch in his breath, and he tightens his grip around Ethan, still watching Mercury. "Hate it when that happens...or used to happen. I'm an old man, now." He certainly feels older then he looks, or even is.

Ethan Anderson: "I bet Alex could handle him," he whispers softly, teeth finding the shell of Aerin's ear.

Eugenia Phelps: She nods a little, just watching her for a moment. "It sounds that way. Aside from breaking my shoe and getting my ankle twisted, things have been going all right for me."

Mercury: d10: : 8,7,5,4,7,9,

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 7,8,4,2,

Eugenia Phelps: She spots the entering Ziahl, a blush coloring her cheeks remembering the last time they were in this club.

Mercury: He first notices Ziahl, and waves to her with a madcap grin. And next, he hears Ethan and chuckles. "He can." Is all he says, with an added wink. Aerin: "Yeah, I only got a couple more years and I can throw away the fake one."

Ziahl: Takes a slow look around.

Ziahl: d10: per + alert: 6,2,8,7,2,4,

Aerin Thomas: He shivers a little at the nibbling against his ear, and just chuckles a little, non-committally, to Ethan's comment. Not his business, that's for sure.

Ethan Anderson: Not only is he heard, but his suspicion is confirmed...Ethan's skin flushes a nice, warm red. "Oh."

Ziahl: Hey... it's Mercury! *waves back and heads his way*

Felisa Espinosa: "Good, that's good to know."
She turned to her and gave Euge a kiss on the cheek. "You're one of the better ones hon. Takes a lot for me to say that to anybody, really. Even those that deserve it. And you have no frame of reference to know how rare that is. But... anyway. If I don't pull out of this, it was nice knowing you."

Ziahl: Oh, and there's Nia and Fel. *waves to them*

Eugenia Phelps: She pulls Felisa into a hug and smiles softly. "If you need my help..just let me know. I don't want you to face you troubles entirely alone."

Ziahl: "Hello Mercury." Slinking up and petting his hair. "Aerin." Eyes Ethan who looks vaguely familiar.

Aerin Thomas: A little shrug at the interchange between Ethan and Mercury. He squeezes his arms around Ethan and leans back, before reaching over for his scotch.

Ethan Anderson: He offers Ziahl a shy smile and a nod, before dropping his head to rest lightly against Aerin's cheek.

Mercury: "Yo, Ziahl, 'sup?"

Felisa Espinosa: "I have people. They're just stark raving bonkers."
She chuckled at the irony of it. "But oh well. I can't say that it wasn't fun, or that I didn't learn anything," she said, waving to the sexy nubian.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Ziahl and nods to her, smiling after a sip of his drink. "Ziahl. How are you?" He brushes his cheek over Ethan's scalp lightly.

Ziahl: "Nothing. I was lonely so I came here to see if any of my harem was about. Giving him a grin, since he's apparently a member.

Eugenia Phelps: "Well, as long as you're having fun." She smiles serenely. "That's what counts."

Ethan Anderson: d10: Per emp on Aerin : 5,4,9,6,9,8,

Mercury: Ziahl: "A few out tonight, anyway."

Ziahl: "I tried to bring my friend Corbin here, but he thinks this is a bad place."

Mercury: Holds out an arm on his free side for Ziahl.

Ziahl: Aerin> "I am well. I see you have recovered."

Felisa Espinosa: "A small amount. Not as much as I'd like, but with luck that'll change soon, and I can have barrels of fun at warehouse prices. If not, I can always blow my head off. Doubt it'll come to that, but you never know."

Mercury: "It is a bad place. We're bad people. We need spankings." He laughs.

Ziahl: Eases up alongside Merc, sliding an arm around him and giving his chest a friendly pat with her other hand. "Nia and Fel are here."

Eugenia Phelps: She just gives Felisa a look at that one, not knowing what she should say as she crosses her legs. She's still not trying to flash people, but she's given up on trying to tug her mini-skirt back down. The tops of her stockings and a bit of thigh are now exposed.

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson: Oh, he's stressed still, of course. Traumatized...something about the plan is still weighing on his mind. But it's in the back of his mind, not actively up there...right now, he's calm, and completely fine with the situation in the here and now. That's where he's wanting to be...not the past, not the future. But the present. He's surprised and a little confused by how comfortable he is, lying here with Ethan, others around...and the fact that it's all just being accepted really surprises him too, in a good way. He likes Mercury, and guardedly likes Ziahl. Ethan's also got him quite worked up. *S*

Mercury: "I don't remember Nia and Fel. Remind me."

Felisa Espinosa: She chuckled. "Chill out girl, it's only life."
Felisa gave Euge a poke.

Aerin Thomas: "I have," he says to Ziahl with a nod. Mercury's comment about bad people and spankings draws a grin from him, and he leans down to press his lips to the base of Ethan's neck, briefly.

Ziahl: "But I haven't seen Alex and ToeKnee since the last time I saw you. They were showing me the maze and the... devices..."

Ethan Anderson: He grins slghtly at something and bites his bottom lip while taking a quick look around, wondering, idly, how far he can go before his mind shuts down...He slips slowly from Aerin's lap to his knees on the floor between the man's legs, fingers rising to begin unbuttoning his butter cream colored silk shirt.

Ziahl: "Over there." Pointing out Nia and Fel. "I'm not sure if you met Fel. Nia came and spoke to us when we were all on the bed."

Mercury: "I only have some vague memories of that night, myself."

Eugenia Phelps: She squeaks at the poke and squirms a little. "I know, but that doesn't mean that I can't worry..at least a little."

Mercury: He looks over. "Yeah, she's sorta familiar. I think I've seen the other one around, too."

Ziahl: "Corbin wanted to know if I was a dom or sub," she chuckles, amused by the notion.

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Ethan, eyebrow raising a little bit. Head cocked slightly to the side, curious to see where the other is going with his actions.

Ziahl: Aerin> "Who is your friend?" Eyes flickering down to Ethan.

Ethan Anderson: He tugs the shirt out of the leather pants and continues unbuttoning it until he can slip it from his shoulders, letting it slide down to his elbows. He leans forward slightly, hair spilling over his shoulders as he nuzzles his cheek against Aerin's knee, only his abs keeping his balance as his arms are effectively trapped.

Mercury: He laughs. "Don't have to be either one. I'm a sub, myself, not that it's easy to tell." Glances over at Ethan. "That's Ethan. I just met him. Cute, ain't he?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Save your worry dear. I'll try not to do anything to my head that would require long wooden boxes or fancy urns. Likewise, help me make sure that nobody else does that. At least without somebody signing a form of some sort.?
She stabbed out her camel and ordered Euge another Cream Soda. "So. That was Fel's report on the situation. Please tell Alice not to worry."

Aerin Thomas: "This is Ethan," he explains to Ziahl. "He was here when we met last week, if you'll recall." He looks down at Ethan, smiling softly to him.

Eugenia Phelps: "I will." She murmurs and nods as her new drink is slid over to her. "I'm going to go hang out with the people on the bed, want to join me?"

Ziahl: Looks up at Merc. "Really?" Tilts her head to study Ethan. "Yes, he is cute. I like ToeKnee though. He dances."

Ethan Anderson: The young man's body is leanly muscled, that tan seeming to disappear right into his pants in a nice, even golden brown. An ornate azure blue knotwork triangle is inked across the small of his back, the point dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. A vibrantly colored Froud faerie graces his right bicep and a deep azure and gem green equal armed celtic cross spans his chest just beneath his breast bone. A little hoop glitters in his navel.

Felisa Espinosa: "No, not tonight, although they look interesting enough. Maybe you can get the one off Gunther's back, or vice versa. One night that's going to come to a bad end. I hope you don't have to witness it."
She smiled softly and hopped off the stool. "I'll see you Euge."

Ziahl: Aerin> "Oh yes. I recall. He looked familiar. He doesn't speak much."

Mercury: "Tony dances beautifully," he agrees. "Definitely a sight to see. You see him dance yet, Aerin?" he asks casually. "Could make a nun renounce her vows."

Ethan Anderson: ((Breat bone=collar bone))

Eugenia Phelps: "Take care of yourself." She gives Felisa a hug. "Don't be a stranger." Now, she's going to carefully meander through the crowd to join the bed-people.

Ethan Anderson: Mercury's question presses Ethan's lips into dangerous territory in Aerin's lap; he nuzzles gently, straining for balance.

Aerin Thomas: "Yes," he says to Mercury, thankfully distracted by Ethan from the topic of Tony and his dances. "He's...quite the dancer." He reaches out and trails his hand over Ethan's back, fether-light along the tattoo.

Felisa Espinosa: "I'll do my best," she said, smiling softly as she weaved through the crowd. Idly, she wondered if she did the most interesting thing or not. Time will tell, she supposed, it always did.

Ziahl: "Do you know anything about jobs, Mercury?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Hello, again." She stands there, shoes dangling from her fingers and her other hand holding a drink. She'd wave, but her hands are busy.

Ziahl: "Hello Nia. You are well?"

Ethan Anderson: He shivers at that light touch, breath rushing from his lungs, fingers tugging at the sleeves of the shirt to ease it off his arms.

Mercury: "Yeah." He nods. "What kinda job you thinking?"

Eugenia Phelps: "Yeah, one of my shoes is broken, though." THat makes her pout just a little bit.

Aerin Thomas: Hmmm? There's other people around? He doesn't seem to notice, thanks to Ethan's teasing motions. He reaches down and takes the shirt, sliding it the rest of the way off the man and laying it to the side, over the back of the bed.

Ziahl: "Fel said people would pay a great deal to see me dance naked. Corbin and his family seemed to disapprove, although I'm not sure why. Corbin said I'm too classy to do that. I don't really have any special skills though. Luci Inn says I could wait tables. Corbin says I should sell clothes because I'm pretty. I don't really know where to go or what to do. But I need to make some money so I can eat more."

Ethan Anderson: He smiles as the shirt is fully removed and settles his hands on Aerin's thighs, sliding them up towards his hips as he tosses his head, flicking his hair back from his face. His eyes slide from Aerin to Mercury and back, considering. This was, he had to admit, kind of fun.

Ziahl: Looks at Nia's dangling shoe, then at Nia, uncertain how to respond to that. She doesn't know much about shoes.

Eugenia Phelps: "May I join you?" She's polite, of course, and doesn't want to crawl onto the bed without asking.

Mercury: "You don't have to dance completely naked if you don't want to." He shrugs. "Most places with exotic dancers, you just have to show a little bit of skin. If you know how to move to the music, that's a great way to make money. It's what *I* do for a living."

Mercury: He looks up at Nia, giving her a greeting smile. Glances over at Ethan, giving him a grin and a wink, not seeming to mind the play going on beside him.

Aerin Thomas: Especially not with seduction occuring on the bed. He catches his lower lip in his teeth, eyes totally on Ethan. A little smile on his face as he watches the young man.

Ziahl: "I don't understand why it matters how many garments you wear when you dance. Really?" Smiling up at him. "I didn't know you danced. Of course, Nia. Come."

Ethan Anderson: He licks his lips and stands slowly, eyes on Aerin before he dips his head forward, hiding behind a shining fall of hair, hands moving to his stomach, toying with the little ring before sliding down to open the top button of his leathers.

Eugenia Phelps: She slides onto the bed beside Ziahl since she's the one she knows the most. "Thank you."

Mercury: Ziahl: "Dancing in a club is just for fun and everybody participates. Exotic dancing, often times called stripping though it doesn't have to be, is a show that people sit and watch. So the dancer gets on stage or in a cage and they move to the music, and people watch and give them money. Usually, it does involve a slow, sensual stripping of clothing, so that each piece of bare skin exposed excites the audience and you get more money."

Ziahl: "That sounds like fun. Dante said I would be leered at."

Eugenia Phelps: She settles against Ziahl's side, blushing just a little bit.

Aerin Thomas: He raises his hand to brush Ethan's hair out of his face, back behind his shoulders. Fingers come back to Ethan's cheek, trailing down his jawline, then down his neck, head tilted to the right, watching the other with baited breath and a tiny, coy smile.

Ziahl: Shifts a bit to give Nia a one armed hug, hand sliding up to pet her remarkably silver hair.

Ethan Anderson: He swallows hard and opens another button, revealing another half inch of skin and the first, springy curl. His eyes are on Aerin's, his smile shy and tenderly teasing. Another button...

Mercury: Ziahl: He laughs. "Of course! You're beautiful, and I've seen you dance out on the floor. You've got the moves. You just need to learn the art of stripping, how to tease and tantalize and not rush the show, how to play the audience to get the most money from them that you can. It's great fun!"

Eugenia Phelps: She nuzzles Ziahl's hand a little as she does her best to curl up and not have the mini-skirt ride up any further.

Ziahl: "That's how Fel spoke of it. Like a sport. Or a contest to lure money from the audience. She said I should specialize."

Eugenia Phelps: "I can't imagine earning money by getting naked. Peopole really pay for that sort of thing?"

Eugenia Phelps: [People even..]

Ziahl: Rubs her cheek affectionately against Nia's hair when she nuzzles.

Ziahl: "I think it's more for the dancing, Nia."

Mercury: Ziahl: "Oh, yeah. You could do costumes, short plays, lap dances, cage dancing. I work underground clubs, billed usually as The Beast, and I tend to be dancing in a cage." He grins.

Mercury: "'Scuse me." He pulls out his phone. "YO!"

Eugenia Phelps: She gives Ziahl a nuzzle. She really is a glutton for attention and affection. "Mm..well, I guess that makes sense."

Aerin Thomas: Somewhere in the back of his mind, it's quite amusing to him that there's a discussion about stripping going on while Ethan is stripping right in front of them. But that's in the back of his mind...in the forefront, there's little in the way of that thing we call 'thought' actually occuring. His pulse quickens a little, breathing deepening slightly as he watches the man in front of him.

Ziahl: "The beast?" Giggles.

Mercury: "Hey, Ethan, 'sup Boo?" Putting a finger in his ear to hear better, sticking his tongue out at Ziahl's giggle.

Ethan Anderson: He arches a pale brow at Aerin as if asking him how far and then pops open another button...Two to go and the lean young man shows no sign of stopping. Also there is a decided lack of anything that can be termed underwear peaking from the soft leather.

Ziahl: Glances at Ethan when it sounds like Mercury is talking to him on the phone, then back at the phone. That is odd!

Eugenia Phelps: She laughs a little before turning her head and..spottiing Ethan's current state of undress. "Um..Ziahl..I think he's getting naked.." Blushing as she peers up at her Nubian friend.

Mercury: ((~giggles madly~))

Ziahl: "Yes, he seems to be," she agrees easily, unpertubed by a little nudity. Afterall, he seems to be enjoying himself, and Aerin certainly looks pleased. Therefore, all must be well.

Mercury: Glances over at the show. Oooh, nice.

Mercury: "Nah, just hanging at the Limelight with some friends. You want me to send a limo?"

Eugenia Phelps: She turns her head to bury her face in Ziahl's shoulder. "Oh." Muffled, but she does turn her head to sneak another peek.

Aerin Thomas: He seems comfortable with Ethan going as far as he likes. If anyone else where to raise a fuss, maybe then...otherwise, he's merely watching the young man with that same small, coy grin. His fingers move to travel over Ethan's shoulders, again the feather-light brushes, and down his arms.

Ethan Anderson: He shivers, eyes closing, head falling back as the second to last button pops open, revealing the very head of his arousal. He catches Aerin's hand in one of his and brings it to his mouth slowly. He curls all but Aerin's index finger inward and then runs that along his lips before drawing it into his mouth to suckle lightly on it.

Ziahl: Smiles and nuzzles Nia's hair.

Mercury: Leans back to get a different angle, a better view.

Eugenia Phelps: She tears her gaze away from Ethan, a blush staining her cheeks. "So, what have you been up to lately, Ziahl?" Anything to distract her from what was going on just a short ways away.

Ziahl: Pokes Mercury in the ribs when he jostles her for a better view.

Ziahl: "Mostly just trying to find a job. Do you have one Nia?"

Mercury: "Yes, and a few other people as well. It's a nice little group. We've got some very nice eh, bodies here." Smirks at Ziahl and jostles her again.

Eugenia Phelps: "I work in a hotel. And I sculpt." She shifts since Ziahl's jostled.

Ziahl: Grins at the jostling and digs her fingers more firmly into Mercury's ribs for a deep tickle attack.

Mercury: "No, sweetie," he says more gently into the phone, conceding his view to Ziahl since he's talking anyway. "It's all mellow."

Ziahl: "A hotel? Where people sleep? You sleep with them and then make art for them?"

Aerin Thomas: He smiles and brushes his thumb along Ethan's cheekbone, pulling his finger back a little bit, and leaving it there, just barely resting against Ethan's lower lip. Silently beckoning him to bring his head closer, if he wants to continue that.

Mercury: Ziahl: "The places I dance at aren't anywhere you'd want to be. Best thing is to go to a strip club or something, ask if they want another dancer. They'll likely have you audition. Don't fuck 'em to get the job unless you want to, it's not an obligation. Make sure you know the place's rules for stripping. Stripping down to the bare nothing is illegal in public, so the legit places won't have you do it. Some places, all you have to do is dance, some just want to see boobs."

Ziahl: "Boobs?"

Mercury: "Bare breasts."

Aerin Thomas -> Ethan Anderson: "I think that some of the company on our bed might be less then comfortable if it went too far...there's other rooms, though...and the darker passages..."

Ziahl: "Ah. I have those." Sliding a hand over the curve of one of her breasts as evidence to support her claim.

Ethan Anderson: He nods slowly and glances towards the others on the bed then back to Aerin, hand sliding down to cup himself in a way that only seems to bring more attention to his state. "Whatever you want, love..."

Mercury: "Yes." He chuckles. "Some places just want their girls...their dancers to dance topless, others just want them to dance, and others want them to dance down to as little as legally possible."

Mercury: Waves airily at Ethan and Aerin. "Don't mind us, carry on."

Eugenia Phelps: She watches Ziahl's hand and then just snuggles closer to the woman's side. "So do I." As if that's not obvious by the way they press up against the top of her corset, threatening to spill over. "I don't get why people find them so interesting."

Ziahl: Glances over at Ethan, eyes travelling curiously to his hand.

Mercury: Nia: "I haven't a clue either." He shrugs cheerfully. "Not into 'em myself."

Ziahl: Looks down Nia's clevage. It seems to be a mammal thing, but she doesn't comment, since she's a mammal these days, herself.

Ethan Anderson: "They're squishy," Ethan says absently, his eyes on Aerin.

Ziahl: Nods her agreement with Ethan. She's uniquely soft and warm in this form.

Aerin Thomas: He looks at Mercury, grinning a bit, and leans down to give Ethan a long, slow kiss. He'll be taking it to another area before it's time to finish, but more teasing in public is not a bad thing.

Eugenia Phelps: "So are grapes." She nods as she rests her head on Ziahl's shoulder, her arm draped over the woman's middle.

Mercury: Watches the two with a sigh and wishes *his* Ethan would hurry up and get here. Not that anything will happen, but still...

Ziahl: Pulls Mercury's arm under her head, then pats his leg, the other arm draped over Nia, looking quite comfortable and content.

Ethan Anderson: Ethan releases himself to curl his arms around Aerin, stretching a bit as their mouths lock together. The pants slip just a bit more.

Mercury: Lets Ziahl curl, unconcerned as it's not in a sexual context. And he loves people.

Mercury: ooc> curl *up* that is

Ziahl: Idly wishes people lived with her in her apt. She really hates being alone and this is so very nice.

Aerin Thomas: He lingers the kiss for a good, long time, open mouthed, tongue exploring, before he finally pulls slowly away, breathing hard and resting his forehead against Ethan's. "Come on," he breathes, reaching down to button the top button of Ethan's pants so they don't slip as they move, before rising to stand.

Ethan Demian Augustus: As in comes Ethan. He's dressed pretty much as usual, long-sleeved white tee-shirt and light blue jeans with touchably fuzzy palm-sized colorful patches sewn onto them. (For anyone who would get it, it's the Lucky Charms marshmallows - a heart, a star, a horse shoe, a clover, a moon. None of the newer marshmallows. And, if anyone needs his full DD, ping me.)

Mercury: d10: : 2,4,8,2,5,10,

Ethan Anderson: He makes a soft, desperate sound as the kiss breaks, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His tongue flicks over his lips as if licking Aerin's taste from them and he swallows. "Okay..."

Mercury: He doesn't really spot Ethan until he gets closer, and he grins madly and waves.

Eugenia Phelps: d10: per+alert: 10,2,1,2,

Ziahl: Leans to see who Mercury is waving at. "This is Ethan?"

Eugenia Phelps: She's too content with cuddling to notice anyone coming in or out.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He walks toward the waving Mercury with a warm smile. All of the people with him get smiles as well as he gets closer, but it's Mercury he walks right up to.

Mercury: Ziahl: "Yep, this his him." Then, a little anxiously, "You don't know him, do you?"

Mercury: He stands up and hugs Ethan gingerly. "Aerin and *his* Ethan are just taking off. This is Ziahl and Nia."

Ziahl: Gives Merc a curious look. "No, should I?"

Eugenia Phelps: She recognizes Ethan and gives him a wave.

Ziahl: Sandwiched comfortably between Merc and Nia until Merc rises. "Hello Ethan."

Aerin Thomas: Hmmm? Ethan, where? He looks up, glancing to Ethan D...oh. Not his Ethan...s'all good. He takes Ethan A's hand, pulling him to his feet, and moves to lead him off, away.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Mmmmmmmm...have fun." He waves to the two leaving, and melts into Mercury.

Ethan Anderson: He follows almost dazedly, shirtless, his pants mostly unbuttoned, his lips kiss bruised and softly parted.

Ziahl: Smiles after Aerin and the other Ethan guessing they'll be going to the maze for play.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "If it makes your lives easier...you can just use my middle name...?"

Eugenia Phelps: She gives Aerin and Ethan a wave, even as she blushes deeply.

Mercury: He sprawls back on the day bed, holding a hand up to Ethan D for him to join. "We're just relaxing. Quiet night."

Aerin Thomas: And vanished they are.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He takes a deep breath and moves to join Mercury, crawling across the bed to join him. His eyes, while he's crawling, are perfectly blank. It isn't until he's sprawled on his side, practically on top of Mercury, that he smiles again.

Ethan Anderson: But they'll likely return...

Mercury: Murmurs to Demian.

Ziahl: Hugs Nia a little more tightly as the two men settle at her other side.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He whispers back to Mercury, fingers tracing light designs over his chest, but looks less likely to end up having sex in public within the next ten minutes as (other)Ethan and Aerin.

Mercury: He tilts his head, regarding Demian, drawing his arms around him carefully.

Eugenia Phelps: She snuggles closer to Ziahl and nuzzles her shoulder. "What are you thinking right now?"

Mercury: ~the embrace is more comforting than sexual~

Ziahl: Her eyes glide down to Nia, catching the light and flaring a brilliant gold, briefly. "Nothing really. I'm just enjoying the now."

Eugenia Phelps: "That's a good thing to enjoy, at least if the now is a pleasant one."

Ziahl: "It is a pleasant now." Smiling gently down at the woman.

Eugenia Phelps: She smiles innocently up at Ziahl, content in her embrace.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He lowers his head to rest lightly just below the hollow of Mercury's throat. It is very much not sexual, but just...defeated.

Ziahl: Lets her eyes slowly close.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He shakes his head and raises it long enough to whisper into Mercury's ear again.

Mercury: He gently kisses the top of Demian's head.

Eugenia Phelps: "Aside from breaking my shoe, today's been a good day." She's decided this, of course.

Ziahl: Her eyes open to narrow slits, and she runs her fingers through Nia's hair. "Yes, it's been a good day."

Mercury: He sighs and lightly rubs Demian's back.

Eugenia Phelps: The pins come loose from her hair, freeing it. "Mm, I'm glad to hear that. What did you do today?"

Ziahl: Glances to Mercury and Ethan. "You are good?"

Mercury: "Yeah," he says quietly to Ziahl.

Ziahl: Nia> "Walked in the park, talked to people, ate, slept." That about sums up her day.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He drops his head back to Mercury's chest.

Eugenia Phelps: She nodded and just curled up with Ziahl. "Sounds relatively uneventful."

Mercury: "Can you excuse us for a few minutes?" he quietly asks the two women. He actually picks up Demian in his arms, quite easily, and very mindful of his injured shoulder.

Ziahl: "Yes, it's been a quiet day."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He jerks, just a little, surprised, but then relaxes again, too-wide grey eyes blinking up at Mercury.

Ziahl: "Of course Mercury."

Eugenia Phelps: She gives the men a smile and a nod. "Go right ahead."

Mercury: He carries Demian with ease, not even having to strain, and enters the maze of rooms, looking for somewhere they can talk.

Ziahl: Yawns and stretches. "I should probably get home. I feel like sleeping."

Eugenia Phelps: "All right." She nods. "I should probably go home too. There might be someone there waiting for me for a change."

Mercury: ((dropping nick for now))

Ziahl: "That should be nice." Looks down at her. "Unless you wish to show me angels tonight?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I don't know if Jarod's there, but I'm sure he's probably still awake anyways..or out. But, yeah, if you want to come to my place, that'd be fine."

Ziahl: "Jarod is your mate?"

Eugenia Phelps: She blushed, shaking her head. "No, he's not. Not that I don't want him to be..but he's going through a rough time. His girlfriend's just left to go across the country and he's pretty broken up about it. I'm just..biding my time, I guess. If he wants me like that, which I don't think he does. It's complicated."

Ziahl: "That seems to be normal... complications. Shall we go?" Loosening her arm around the woman.

Eugenia Phelps: She nods and slides from the bed, deciding to break the heel off the other shoe for some balance. "Let's go."

Mercury: Walks out of the warren of private rooms.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He walks back into the main room with Mercury, blinking when he sees the girls are gone from where they left them. But they were cuddling...he so needs to bring Mikah here....

Mercury: He doesn't seem perturbed to find the girls gone, sprawling on the daybed. "Boy, Aerin is taking his sweet time."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Uh...wouldn't you?" He chuckles, settling a little more carefully than Mercury, relaxing this time.

Mercury: He draws Ethan gently into him. "Oh yeah. Surprised, though. I had no idea he was into it at all."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Into what?" He snuggles against Mercury, head resting on his chest, slightly curled so his legs tangle a little with Mercury's.

Mercury: "Guys. Boys. Whatever that Ethan is." He chuckles. "He was definitely off my gaydar screen. But I can't always pick out bi's anyway. Where's Mikah tonight?"

Aerin Thomas -> Mercury: ((I love that Aerin's alternative lifestyle was the worst best-kept secret in New York. *G*))

Mercury -> Aerin Thomas: ((*LOL* He actually hides it really well. *G* But when Corbin found out? He shouted across Central Park, "AERIN?!" That's all, just his name, but it was funny. *G*))

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Home. Likely coming up with new ways to casually bring up Greek pilosophers in conversation while drinking whiskey." He smiles. However much he teases Mikah for it, he finds the drunken debating kinda fun.

Mercury: "Hey, you're freezing, Boo." Gently rubbing his cold arm, but careful not to jostle the shoulder.

Aerin Thomas -> Mercury: ((Ooh! *Giggles* When did he find out?))

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Mmmmmmm...sometimes I get that way. It's okay." He watches Mercury rubbing at his arm with a faint smile. "I'm okay."

Mercury -> Aerin Thomas: ((A few days ago. Dante told him about seeing Aerin at the Limelight Club, after telling Corbin what the club was like. One very shocked little innocent. *G*))

Mercury: "Ya got goosebumps." He frowns in motherly concern at Ethan. That particular expression does not belong on the face of a Native warrior, but there it is.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Please do not ever insinuate that I might be somehow connected to geese again...."

Mercury: "Fine, duck bumps?" Smirks at him, more caressing the arm now than rubbing it. "Chicken bumps? Boy bumps?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "You know, one of these days when I'm well and can get back into martial arts I will so show you that you being a giant does not mean you're invincible...." But he's really just teasing.

Mercury: "Invincible? Perish the thought! I'm just a superhero, that is all. Mild mannered by day, cape and tights by night..."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Tights? Are they pink? Can I tie ribbons in your pretty hair?" He blinks slowly, lazily up at Mercury.

Mercury: "Pink! Ah, you wound me!" He grins. "But yes on the ribbons."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He laughs. "You think your friends are coming back, or do you think that security will have to scrape them off the floor at closing?"

Mercury: "Dunno. Aerin's pretty lanky, didn't think he'd have that kind of stamina." Smirks.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Maybe they melted." He smiles faintly. "Might be a good thing. Aerin didn't look so great earlier. Granted, he had just smashed his head into the bar when I talked to him, so he might be better now."

Mercury: "Into the bar? Why did he do that?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "He fell." He frowns slightly. "There were a bunch of people with him. I looked him over, but they all came over here to lie down and...."

Mercury: He frowns as well. "That's weird."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I dunno. He must have slipped. He got a hell of a knot, but he seemed okay. Most likely nothing to worry about."

Mercury: "He seems to have recovered. And apparently doesn't have a headache," he says wryly.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Hey, I find sex helps with those...." He chuckles.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan makes his way back out into the main room, arms folded almost self consciously across his bare chest, a soft, bewildered smile touching his lips.

Mercury: "Yeah, actually it does," he muses. Looks over as the other Ethan emerges.

Mercury: "He's still walking," he mutters to Demian.

Ethan Anderson : Blushing, he heads back to the bed. He eyes the shirt a minute and then shrugs, sliding up onto the mattress. "Aerin's still cleaning up."

Mercury: "He always was a messy eater," he says with a straight face.

Mercury: ((I couldn't resist!!!!! *L*))

Ethan Anderson : The blush flares crimson and Ethan ducks his head, hiding quite effectively behind that mass of blond hair.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Have fun?" He asks with a faint smile.

Ethan Anderson : "Y-yeah," he murmurs sincerely, glancing at Ethan with a slight smile.

Mercury: "Red doesn't suit you." He smirks.

Ethan Anderson : There's a brief pause before he pokes his tongue out at Mercury through all that hair.

Mercury: "I'm surprised you can still muster the energy to make that offer, dear." Chuckles. He barely knows Ethan, just met him, but doesn't seem to care.

Ethan Anderson : He ducks his head again, hiding, fingers toying with his navel ring.

Aerin Thomas: Out from the back he comes, collected and calm. His clothes straight, everything looking much more relaxed around the man. He smiles a little, making his way back toward the bed.

Mercury: Waves to Aerin. "Ziahl and Nia left, it seems."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Hey," he bats weakly at Mercury. "You'll give him a complex."

Aerin Thomas: "Hey, guys." He settles down, curling up with Ethan A, and nods, looking around. "Yeah, looks like they did."

Ethan Anderson : He smiles softly at that and curls into Aerin's chest, blue eyes closing as he rests against the other.

Mercury: Lightly kisses Demian's temple. "You okay? Heard you fell earlier." That said to Aerin.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He rolls onto his back so he can see everyone. "Feeling better?" He asks Aerin gently.

Aerin Thomas: "Much better." He flushes a little at mention from the fall from earlier. "Yeah, well...I've been a little...off lately."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "You are about as delicate as a bull in a china shop," Demian mutters.

Ethan Anderson : Ethan makes a slight face, mostly masked by the hair he didn't bother to push out of it. A little off?

Mercury: "No worries. You seem alright now." Grins. "Plenty of endurance."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Empathy (EthanA): 8,2,4,8,3,5,2,

Ethan Anderson -> Aerin Thomas: ((Very much in love and worried.))

Aerin Thomas: He leans down to kiss Ethan A's neck softly, a hand sliding down his side, before looking back up to Mercury with a grin. "Yeah, well. I can bounce back pretty easily."

Ethan Demian Augustus: His eyes roll at Mercury's comment and he lays his head back. He's far more relaxed than earlier.

Ethan Anderson : He makes a soft, pleased sound at the kiss, smiling, one arm curling awkwardly around Aerin's neck. "I j-j-just know how to take my time."

Mercury: "Sorta like a superball." He nods. "They bounce really good. I always wanted to toss one off the Empire State Building."

Mercury: SMiles over at Demian, his arm moving him a bit closer, rather protectively.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He nestles against Mercury, a little wince before his expression smoothes back over into peaceful.

Mercury: "Careful," he murmurs to Demian.

Mercury: ((Store down the road closes in half an hour. If I leave now, I can be back in less than 10 minutes? Ok with everyone?))

Aerin Thomas: "That you do, love." He smiles and relaxes, reaching over for his still-present scotch, taking a strong sip off of it. "Sorry about the other day, by the way." Talking to both Demien and Mercury. "Just...one of those days. Gunther and I don't...exactly get along."

Aerin Thomas: ((Perfect. *Nods*))

Ethan Anderson : ((*nodnod*))

Ethan Demian Augustus: He laughs softly. "If I didn't do anything that hurt, I'd have to stop breathing. Would you try to contain your maternal instincts to times when I'm bleeding? I'm fine." He's mostly teasing. Mostly.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Big guy, with the yelling? He didn't seem like my type either." [NP]

Ethan Anderson : Ethan shifts a bit, leaning up to kiss Aerin softly after he's taken a drink and then relaxing again, fingers brushing the hair from hsi face.

Aerin Thomas: He leans down into the kiss, and then looks up to Demien. "He's probably not," he says, shaking his head. "He doahn't quite have what weee cawl...de moral skeels..." A startlingly good approximation of Kathy Bates's Cajun accent from The Waterboy.

Ethan Anderson : He swallows a giggle at that, biting his lips.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Mmmmmmm...nor the volume control or first person pronouns. You two are welcome to stretch out if you want. I've never been that shy, and I am kinda cold, so I won't mind at all." It manages to be not quite an invitation for sex and more an invitation to relax.

Mercury: (back)

Ethan Demian Augustus: (whoo!)

Mercury: "Don't know him, msyelf."

Aerin Thomas: He shrugs a little, looking to Ethan A. He's closest to them, and if the other doesn't mind stretching out, neither does he.

Ethan Anderson: He blinks lazily up at Aerin and then smiles, shifting closer to Demian and stretching out slowly.

Mercury: He just smiles at Demian, whispering to him.

Ethan Demian Augustus: He rolls so that he's half ontop of Mercury again, so they can have space. Aerin's not the only person here who seems much calmer.

Ethan Demian Augustus: And then, at whatever Mercury just whispered, he starts laughing. "You...are...fucking...precious...."

Mercury: He grins. "I know. I get worn as a ring all the time..."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan groans and burries his face against the bed. "Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad pun."

Aerin Thomas: He raises an eyebrow at Demien and Mercury, shaking his head and chuckling a bit.

Mercury: Ethan: "It wasn't a pun! It was a play on words, sheesh."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He groans and chuckles. "Also, you are not ever to make that statement again."

Ethan Anderson: "W-whatever," he stammers, giggling as he reaches for Aerin, to pull the other closer.

Mercury: Sniffs. "Philistines."

Aerin Thomas: He smiles and shifts closer at the pull, leaning down to kiss Ethan's temple.

Aerin Thomas: "I prefer to be called crass, thank you. Phillistine sounds too old."

Ethan Anderson: He presses himself into Aerin with a sigh, smiling happily.

Mercury: Aerin: "You're older than me." Grins. "Didn't you just tell me you were an old man?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: He snuggles back against Mercury, letting them talk a little.

Aerin Thomas: "I am. Pushin' 30."

Ethan Anderson: "I'm dating an older man," he mumbles, giggling. "What...eight? Nine years my senior?"

Mercury: "Oh, ancient." He laughs, then looks to Demian, his smile gentling. "Comfortable, Boo?"

Aerin Thomas: "I always date younger," he says with a chuckle. "Well, with one exception." He smiles faintly and shrugs.

Ethan Anderson: He turns his head and nips Aerin's upper arm with a little grrrrr.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Yeah," he says hazily. "I'm good here."

Mercury: He rubs the arm, making sure it's not still cold.

Aerin Thomas: He looks at Ethan when he gets nipped, brow raising. "Sorry."

Ethan Anderson: He chuckles softly and kisses where he nipped. "Wasn't sposed to hurt," he murmurs, hand moving to touch his own collarbone where a lovely bruise is beginning to blossom.

Mercury: "We should probably about call it a night?" he asks Demian. "I'm good, but up to you."

Aerin Thomas: "It didn't hurt," he says with a chuckle. He leans into Ethan, sighing a little bit. "Yeah...definitely likin' this place."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "I'm good here. It's been awhile...."

Ethan Anderson: "Me too." He pauses. "We going home tonight or to the farm," he asks softly, half listening to the other two as they discuss calling it a night.

Mercury: "Yeah, it's good to get out among people, friends."

Aerin Thomas: "Farm, I think." He sighs. "Long drive, but...it's probably a good idea, for now."

Ethan Anderson: He nods and turns to kiss and nuzzle along Aerin's jaw. "Okay." He sighs as it means sleeping alone but shrugs it off.

Aerin Thomas: A smile, eyes closing, at the nuzzle.

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah," he says belatedly to Mercury's comment. "Getting out among friends is a good thing."

Ethan Demian Augustus: His eyes flutter open when the talking stops, and he looks at Mercury. "Or did you want to go? I can go. Just...here is good too."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan sits up, stretching slowly before leaning over Aerin to grab his shirt, feeling a bit chilled.

Mercury: "It looks like the party is breaking up." Flipping out his cell phone. "I'll call the limo service."

Aerin Thomas: He looks over at Demien, and then back to Ethan. "Was there anything else you wanted to do before we headed back, hon?" Absently petting the young man's side.

Ethan Anderson: "Mnn. Get an Aerin sized blow up doll," he suggests softly with a small smile.

Ethan Demian Augustus: "'Kay."

Ethan Demian Augustus: Curled on his side like he is, facing away from Aerin, he misses the look completely.

Aerin Thomas: "Besides that," he says with a soft laugh.

Ethan Anderson: "Nothing I can think of, no," he says, leaning down to kiss Aerin's throat.

Mercury: Calls it in, then relaxes as they wait for the car.

Aerin Thomas: His eyes shut, and he sighs deeply at the kiss. The throat and neck was SUCH a weak point for him. "Careful," he says with a smile. "We do need to get home eventually..."

Ethan Demian Augustus: He glances over at the heavy sigh, smiles faintly, and settles back down, eyes fluttering closed.

Ethan Anderson: He laughs at that and curls close to Aerin with a sigh. "Point."

Mercury: He grins at Demian. "What if I want to keep you?"

Aerin Thomas: He smiles and leans up to kiss Ethan and sighs. "Head off now? Or hang for just a bit more?"

Ethan Demian Augustus: "You may have to take that up with Mikah. He found me first." Though he doesn't sound like he'd mind being kept, really, whatever he said about this earlier.

Ethan Anderson: "We can go, baby," he murmurs. "Its a long drive."

Mercury: He laughs. "I hope he can share." Just teasing."

Aerin Thomas: "All right." He sits up finally, adjusting the trench coat around his shoulders, and looks to Mercury and Demian. "Nice to see you guys again...Ethan, nice to see you in a situation where I'm not freaking out. I swear, I'm usually as calm as this. But more tired."

Ethan Anderson: Ethan shrugs into his shirt, buttoning it quickly before flashing the other two a soft, shy smile. "It was n-nice meeting you both."

Mercury: "Night, guys. Take care."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Mmmmmmm...it's never come up quite like this." He looks over at Aerin with his barely half awake eyes. "It's good to see you looking better. See you around."

Ethan Demian Augustus: "Nice meeting you too."

Aerin Thomas: "See you guys." He rises from the bed and takes Ethan's hand, moving with him toward the door.

Ethan Anderson: Another smile is flashed at the pair before he follows Aerin out.

Ethan Demian Augustus: [fade?]

Mercury: ((Sounds good, thanks for the scene all!))

Aerin Thomas: ((Thanks, guys. *Hugs all around*))