Spotlight, On the Edge...(OPEN)

[luka]

When I walk into the room people stop and stare
It's like nobody else is there
You know it's me not you
Who said anything about you
Wearing

No souls to send the hounds after tonight. No deals to be made. For once she actually had an evening to herself. She wanted to treat herself out, like she did every weekend. Of course she did deserve it. Seventeen deals made already this week was good. She didn't need to work nearly as hard the rest of the week...Not that stealing souls was hard work anyway.

She could hear the sounds of the club as she walked up to the bouncer. The music was loud, the guys were fine and the drink would be coming all night. Alice couldn't think of a better way to start the night off. She practically lived at the night club on the weekends. She was a regular. The bouncer didn't bother carding her. He knew her by name. "Alice", he spoke. "Looking good babe". She smiled at the over sized brute. She flared her pherokinensis just a tad to give him a thrill. She giggled and kept walking as he had to re-adjust himself.

Head began to turn as she walked into the club. Her gift made her a moving target, saying 'come get me'. The sensual aura that surrounded her was already affecting the males in the room. After two centuries she had gotten used to their advances. When they got too far or not to her liking she reversed it. Made them want to leave. She would have to give the devil some credit. He had a way with gifts.

She looked around before moving far from the door. The club was pack tonight. So much sin and vice compiled into one place was just thrilling. No wonder she enjoyed this club so well. You could get away with nearly anything. That was exactly how Alice liked it.

Her hips swayed to the heavy beat of the club. She really liked this song. It was poppy and fast. She grinned to herself and made her way toward the dance floor. She wanted to work up a thirst and get trashed later. She felt their eyes on her. They were too intimidated to come dance with her. She could only imagine they thought she was just too perfect. She did have an angel face after all. She swayed and moved to the beat, loosing herself into the music. She closed her eyes and mouthed the words of the song silently.

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A.J. wasn't normally the clubbing type - mainly because people always wanted him to dance, which was just awkward. But, every once in a while he'd stop in and see what was going on. One thing was for sure: you met some interesting people at these places.

He got a drink and paid for it for a change. His powers weren't exactly reliable in a place this crowded, so he decided not to chance it just yet. He sipped his beer and tried to get used to the loud music. His hearing was sensitive and music this loud wasn't typically his preference.

He recognized a demon that walked in. He'd never met her, but he could sense his own kind. Every guy turned to look at her. If you could only see the face underneath all that, he thought.

She went out on the dancefloor to get her groove on. A.J. continued to people-watch from the bar.

[paris]

The clubs, where pulses pounded with the bass of the music and the hips twisted with it all. An easy smile spread over her lips as she was waved into the club by a lovely bouncer she had talked to the night before. Nice fellow who volunteered at the local YMCA on weekends. He gave her directions back to the bar and she tipped him with a grin.

She wasn't entirely used to clubs in the states yet. They were edgier then the ones she had been to in Europe, but she loved them all the same. Tons of people around. Wisps of hair fell over her eyes as she felt along the wall for the hand rail. The guy said to follow it to the stairs, and take a left. Reaching the bar, she raised her head. She had forgone sunglasses for the night, they already dimmed her little color perception. Her pale eyes stared blankly at nothing, her head turned as she paused to get her bearings.

Judging from the auras, she got a sense of where people where, the ones standing in a row, as if leaning against something- that was where the bar was. She easily moved around people, and slid her hands over an empty space at the bar. "Shirley temple please." She ordered, turning her head, eyes flaring a bit. Demons, 2 of them she could pick out. One higher up on the food chain, the other at the bar. Raising her eyebrow slightly she moved down the bar, curious as to what trouble the two would be stirring up that night.

[luka]

When I walk into the room people stop and stare
It's like nobody else is there
You know it's me not you
Who said anything about you
Wearing

Alice stayed on the dance floor for a few more songs. Her incredibly warm body temperature had increased with the activity. She wanted a drink. It wouldn't take long for someone to buy one for her. She just had to work the charms and her gift to get what she wanted. She walked up to the bar. Her hips still moved softly to the beat from the dance floor. Leaning against the bar, she flagged down the barkeep with a bat of the lashes and a smile. "Jack on the rocks baby," her soft voice purred over the noise of the club.

She closed her eyes for a moment. She had been so caught up in her task of letting go for the night, she hadn't noticed the demon just a few stools down the bar. Alice had been around long enough to catch the tiniest wisp of demonic energy. Her chocolate eyes moved down to her left and spotted him. He had nice taste in human shells. She arched a brow and waited for her drink.

When it arrived, she took it winking at the barkeep. She would get some poor soul to pay off her tab at the end of the night. She moved towards the other demon. For some reason she stopped. Something or someone caught her attention. She felt a familiar feeling She didn't know it was the the woman who just walked in. She shook her head, clearing it. She replaced the growing fron with a lovely innocent smile..

Alice slid onto the stool beside the demon she had felt. A smirk trailed her soft glossed lips. She raised her glass to her lips and took a slip of the cool amber liquid. After swallowing, she spoke softly and musical, "Are you going to sit here and observe all night? Or are you actually going to have some fun?" She laughed softly and let her smirk grow wider. She had been interested in what he might do. She hate stick in the mud demons and hoped this one would be worth her time.

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A dark-haired woman made her way to the bar. He got a strange vibe from her, but he wasn't sure what it was. He couldn't focus on her very well with all the noise and the crowd. He'd have to leave it alone for the moment. Maybe he'd talk to her later and see what he could pick up on.

The demon he'd seen before ordered a Jack Daniels and sat down beside him. He looked at her as she took her time, taking a sip of her drink before speaking.

"Are you going to sit here and observe all night? Or are you actually going to have some fun?" she said with a laugh.

He smirked. "Well that depends," he said in his host's southern accent. "What about you? You just lookin' to strut your stuff on the dancefloor? Plannin' on usin' that little body to snag some poor soul?"

Any civilian who happened to overhear would think he was just some asshole giving this girl a run for her money, so to speak. But he knew her M.O. even if he didn't know his own.