Master_Trogg
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OOC: I have been asked to start a Vampire storyline to play in. I figure the simple way is a Night club. Please feel free to join in- play with the POV. Forgive the quick typing- I did this during lunch... go nuts
MT
There always had been something about night time that made me feel at home. I never liked daylight that much and all my friends would joke about me being the ghostly undead. As a Lark we would often go to the Underground clubs in New York…Freak Clubs mostly. The guys would dress for the part. Fucking cliché black clothing, leather and sun glasses. I thought it was funny because I hated the whole Goth scene- all self absorbed self pitying assholes who wanted to think they were a part of something bigger. They all craved to matter in life when in fact they were just all just pawns on the board. Fodder for great machine to grind into bloody pulp. Why didn’t I just stay home that night? I have asked myself that question countless times since. I was not even feeling well- I remember that clear enough. I felt odd. I felt on edge.
The club we went to that night was packed so tight with black leather clones it stank of smoke and sweat. The dark grinding music was pounding so loud my teeth ached and my lungs rattled in my chest. I just sat at the bar looking at them all. The guys were all out on the floor trying to score some easy nipple and leg flashing Rave Girls that were most likely spiking on X.
I guess it was my own fault for not being a part of the dark brooding mass around me. My white shirt and jeans stuck out enough to get the attention of somebody. The bartender put three shot glassed in front of me and said that someone sent them but I lost the name in the noise. I looked around to thank them but I could not pick out anyone. Normally they would be looking at me waiting to make eye contact. That was the rules of these bar games. First eye contact then you would play it from there.
I took the shot and held it in my mouth for a second before swallowing. I was shocked to find that it was a good spiced rum. Someone was doing their homework- I was a Rum drinker back then and this was Good stuff. I looked around again and this time I could see a woman at the far end of the bar. Her eyes on me with a slight smile. She looked to be about 5’4 or 5’5 and all Goth from what I could see. Oddly enough I was attracted and smiled back. I took the second glass in my hand and raised it to her with a questioning look on my face. She nodded. Good. She was the one. I brought the second glass to my lips but I had that on edge feeling again so I paused for a second.
“Oh just drink it you pussy…it won’t kill you…or will it?” a silky voice said clearly in my ear. It took all my willpower not to jump out of my seat. I looked over to my left slowly and the same woman from the end of the bar was leaning into my back. I did not notice her or feel her on me until she spoke. Having a cool hand on my neck made me notice I was sweating. I drank the second shot and it burned all the way down.
“You like?” She asked seductively. I got a chance to check her out fully as she took the seat next to me. My first thinking was wrong- her dark hair and marble-like face was all that was in the Gothic “norm”. She had on a leather coat but over all normal shirt and jeans. She looked to be in great shape and well proportioned for her size. I remember a feeling of tension for a second as my eyes paused at her hard nipples. I could feel her eyes on me so I thanked her for the drinks and asked her what her name was. She laughed and said I had one more to drink.
I took the last shot and looked at it. It did not smell like rum. Again I could feel her eyes on me. I set the drink down with out even a sip and looked at her. She was nodding and smiling at me. I got a feeling I passed a test of some kind. The woman reached into her jacket and pulled out a card or something. She stood up and leaned into me again. I remember how my head swam when I could feel her breast on my arm as she put something in my hand.
“…this gig is lame. You want to have a real Rave night then bring your pack here. You’ll have the time of your lives. Show the card at the door…meet me there.” Her voice was so clear in my ear and head this time I could not hear anything else. I remember thinking the rum had gotten to me because she was gone when I looked back. It felt like half the night was gone by the time I found my friends. I told them I got a hook up for a better Rave…special invite only. They were so quick to leave when they heard about a privet invite it was funny watching them trip over themselves.
I remember that it took the cab a while to find the address and from the out side it looked like an old derelict warehouse. If it were not for the group of people standing in line waiting to get in at the door no one would think any different. The deadly looks we got from those in line made me laugh for years after. I walked up to the door man with my gaggle of Mock Goths behind me and went to hand him the card. I should have thought it strange that he smiled and opened the door without even a glance at the card in my hand. All he said was “Welcome to THE PIT Sir’s…you are expected in the back rooms.”
The Club was dark and cold. The music pulsed low and slow. As we walked through the main door we stepped out onto a steel catwalk that ran above the entire dance floor like a sick floating metal maze. The floor had to be at least fifteen feet below and most of the floor was covered in a mist or fog so no feet could be seen. Swirling heads in a sea of mist spinning and churning to the odd hissing music. The club was huge as clubs go with what looked to be a fire escape on the inside that lead down to the floor below.
Once again my friends vanished into the mist and left me at the bar to fend for myself. I did not blame them- at least not that I remember. They were washed away in the mass of these new playthings that had even less clothing than the last place. The band changed pace and the floor jumped to a frenzy of life. I looked at the bartender to order a drink but he shook his head and pointed to a door to the side.
“You are expected Sir. Just go in…” he shouted over the music. It’s odd how I remember now how he had a sad look on his face when he said that to me. If I only knew then…shit…who am I kidding. I would have Still went in the back. To think of so many in one place- hidden in plain sight. Not a surprise after the years I find myself back here...
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MT
There always had been something about night time that made me feel at home. I never liked daylight that much and all my friends would joke about me being the ghostly undead. As a Lark we would often go to the Underground clubs in New York…Freak Clubs mostly. The guys would dress for the part. Fucking cliché black clothing, leather and sun glasses. I thought it was funny because I hated the whole Goth scene- all self absorbed self pitying assholes who wanted to think they were a part of something bigger. They all craved to matter in life when in fact they were just all just pawns on the board. Fodder for great machine to grind into bloody pulp. Why didn’t I just stay home that night? I have asked myself that question countless times since. I was not even feeling well- I remember that clear enough. I felt odd. I felt on edge.
The club we went to that night was packed so tight with black leather clones it stank of smoke and sweat. The dark grinding music was pounding so loud my teeth ached and my lungs rattled in my chest. I just sat at the bar looking at them all. The guys were all out on the floor trying to score some easy nipple and leg flashing Rave Girls that were most likely spiking on X.
I guess it was my own fault for not being a part of the dark brooding mass around me. My white shirt and jeans stuck out enough to get the attention of somebody. The bartender put three shot glassed in front of me and said that someone sent them but I lost the name in the noise. I looked around to thank them but I could not pick out anyone. Normally they would be looking at me waiting to make eye contact. That was the rules of these bar games. First eye contact then you would play it from there.
I took the shot and held it in my mouth for a second before swallowing. I was shocked to find that it was a good spiced rum. Someone was doing their homework- I was a Rum drinker back then and this was Good stuff. I looked around again and this time I could see a woman at the far end of the bar. Her eyes on me with a slight smile. She looked to be about 5’4 or 5’5 and all Goth from what I could see. Oddly enough I was attracted and smiled back. I took the second glass in my hand and raised it to her with a questioning look on my face. She nodded. Good. She was the one. I brought the second glass to my lips but I had that on edge feeling again so I paused for a second.
“Oh just drink it you pussy…it won’t kill you…or will it?” a silky voice said clearly in my ear. It took all my willpower not to jump out of my seat. I looked over to my left slowly and the same woman from the end of the bar was leaning into my back. I did not notice her or feel her on me until she spoke. Having a cool hand on my neck made me notice I was sweating. I drank the second shot and it burned all the way down.
“You like?” She asked seductively. I got a chance to check her out fully as she took the seat next to me. My first thinking was wrong- her dark hair and marble-like face was all that was in the Gothic “norm”. She had on a leather coat but over all normal shirt and jeans. She looked to be in great shape and well proportioned for her size. I remember a feeling of tension for a second as my eyes paused at her hard nipples. I could feel her eyes on me so I thanked her for the drinks and asked her what her name was. She laughed and said I had one more to drink.
I took the last shot and looked at it. It did not smell like rum. Again I could feel her eyes on me. I set the drink down with out even a sip and looked at her. She was nodding and smiling at me. I got a feeling I passed a test of some kind. The woman reached into her jacket and pulled out a card or something. She stood up and leaned into me again. I remember how my head swam when I could feel her breast on my arm as she put something in my hand.
“…this gig is lame. You want to have a real Rave night then bring your pack here. You’ll have the time of your lives. Show the card at the door…meet me there.” Her voice was so clear in my ear and head this time I could not hear anything else. I remember thinking the rum had gotten to me because she was gone when I looked back. It felt like half the night was gone by the time I found my friends. I told them I got a hook up for a better Rave…special invite only. They were so quick to leave when they heard about a privet invite it was funny watching them trip over themselves.
I remember that it took the cab a while to find the address and from the out side it looked like an old derelict warehouse. If it were not for the group of people standing in line waiting to get in at the door no one would think any different. The deadly looks we got from those in line made me laugh for years after. I walked up to the door man with my gaggle of Mock Goths behind me and went to hand him the card. I should have thought it strange that he smiled and opened the door without even a glance at the card in my hand. All he said was “Welcome to THE PIT Sir’s…you are expected in the back rooms.”
The Club was dark and cold. The music pulsed low and slow. As we walked through the main door we stepped out onto a steel catwalk that ran above the entire dance floor like a sick floating metal maze. The floor had to be at least fifteen feet below and most of the floor was covered in a mist or fog so no feet could be seen. Swirling heads in a sea of mist spinning and churning to the odd hissing music. The club was huge as clubs go with what looked to be a fire escape on the inside that lead down to the floor below.
Once again my friends vanished into the mist and left me at the bar to fend for myself. I did not blame them- at least not that I remember. They were washed away in the mass of these new playthings that had even less clothing than the last place. The band changed pace and the floor jumped to a frenzy of life. I looked at the bartender to order a drink but he shook his head and pointed to a door to the side.
“You are expected Sir. Just go in…” he shouted over the music. It’s odd how I remember now how he had a sad look on his face when he said that to me. If I only knew then…shit…who am I kidding. I would have Still went in the back. To think of so many in one place- hidden in plain sight. Not a surprise after the years I find myself back here...
*shuffle*
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