Log; Open

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

When; Jan 27, Nighttime
Rating; At least PG
Characters; Open; Zaheela [henkonasuisho], Greed [so_very_greedy], Mokoto [kendogrl]
Summary; What else does one do in a club but loose all rational thought?
Log;

The music was deafening, the scent of sweat and vertical sex stiffing, and the light was dim by human standards. It was the perfect place to get lost in senseless movement, drinks, and thoughts. Clad in a tight, button down, blood red collared shirt and a pair of black, hip worshiping, cotton slacks, Zaheela immediately was in pain the moment she entered, but it was better then the embarrassment she felt throughout the whole day. The blast of hot air that slammed into her face when she opened the door caused the tips of her hair to caress her neck, the sloppy ponytail for show rather then effectiveness.

Her eyes easily glew in the dim light, signaling to those around her that she was not human, but she didn't really care. She wasn't aiming to get drunk actually. She just wanted to loose herself in the music and swaying. That's why she came here anyways. If any moron tried to grope her or play with her tail, she'd simply kick them in the head. At least with this outfit it was easier to do.

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[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

Motoko trailed behind Zaheela fairly closely, not having been out clubbing before. Of course she had heard all about it, as she had been fortunate enough to take care of Kitsune's hangovers while she prattled on about how drunk she had gotten, or how many men had groped her. It didn't quite seem like her normal type of environment, but she wanted to at least give it a try.

Because of the photos of Zaheela that had made their way onto the network earlier, Motoko decided to try and make her feel better by wearing a dress (http://mitglied.lycos.de/archmagimon/gothic_motoko.jpg) of her own, the same one Kanako had abandoned her in the town in before. Just wearing it brought a touch of red to her face, but she tried to pretend like she didn't mind. She was there to try and have a good time, and more importantly, try and make sure Zah was feeling better.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Greed entered in after Zaheela and Motoko, keeping a few paces behind. He was still uncomfortable around Motoko and didn't need her screaming "rape!" every five seconds just for him being around.

He DID have to admit that Motoko's dress was excellent, though.

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

Zaheela gave both of the an honestly sincere smile as she settled down at a table and flagging down a waitress in the same manner she had seen Faye do before. This time she wasn't in a dress she considered scandalous and had seen what to expect of the club. While that time, all she did was drink water, she had wanted to actually dance, but was uncomfortable doing so in the presence of strangers.

"Do you guys want a drink? I'm paying." She stated as she ordered the safest thing she could think of, a Strawberry martini. Hardly anything against her own natural defenses against the poisonous alcohol.

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

Motoko sheepishly smiled and looked down at the small alcoholic beverage list in front of her, not being familiar with drinks. With a puzzled look on her face, she looked up and asked, "what would you all recommend? I haven't had much other than sake before."

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

"Not to drink anything that alludes to sex." Was Zaheela's immediate response as she motioned for the waitress to wait for the rest of the orders. Her tail curled around the leg of her table as she visibly relaxed.

"Thanks." She said suddenly, her face calm.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"How about I pay? I don't mind."

He ordered several bottles of champagne and red wine, then several orders of buffalo wings.

"So, how are you girls?"

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

"Pft, I dragged you here, I'll pay. It's not like I'll be short on cash." She responded, half jokingly. A little surprised on the size of his order, she smiled.
"I Plan on joining the mass of bodies down there so I'll pass on the food for now. After all, Mokoto did prepare me something to eat earlier." She pointed out, even though in reality she only had been able to eat 3 mouthfuls before Greed had smashed down her door. Speaking of which.

"Don't worry about the door either."

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

Motoko nodded and, still confused, ordered a strawberry martini as well, just to be safe. She folded her hands in her lap, looking around, worried that she would be attracting a lot of unwanted attention. To her relief, there were plenty of scantily clad women around, and she took a deep breath, assuring herself that nobody was watching her.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, whoa, I always repay my debts. I'll at least repair the door," he said, taking a look at the dancing area.

"Mind if I come there too? I've never danced with you before and wouldn't mind a go."

He watched as the first plate of wings hit the table.

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

As hard as it was for her, Motoko managed to look at Greed with her face still happy. "Doing just fine, Greed." She still didn't want to be mad at him, as much as he had hurt her. And even if she was mad, she wouldn't let it ruin what was supposed to be a fun night out.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"That's good to hear, ba--Motoko."

Well, this was uncomfortable.

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

Now, Zaheela may of been from Archaic times where dragons prefered to have you as a chewtoy rather then a partner, but even she could tell that there was tension bewteen the two companions. Already stressed, she growled loud enough to be heard.

"Oh stop being so tense you two! Honestly , a bloody golem is more relaxed." She didn't like knowing she caused two friends tension, and she certainly didn't want it see it tonight. Taking a dainty sip of her drink, she gave the two of them the look.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"I know, I know, I just try to keep things civil. I don't want anymore misunderstandings going on. I'm very anti-drama."

He devoured several wings and opened a champagne bottle, drinking straight from it. It was set back on the table and leaned back.

"I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if she is."

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

Motoko felt a stab of guilt but brushed it off, replying with her voice low, "I already said that what's done is done. No need to dwell on the past." She slowly brought the drink in front of her to her lips, trying to hide behind the glass.

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

Zaheela's tail had let go of it's table leg and begun to swish back and forth as she took another sip, leaning against the table, her hand pressed against the underside of her cheek.
"Honestly, this is blown so far out of proportion, I'd rather..." She stopped herself before she blurted out her mind and quickly rectified her statement. "Eat a goblin's backpack then hear of it again. It's In the past, KEEP it there." At least for now, she added mentally.
"It's just a case of bad timing, the gods having their sadistic pleasure, and of course people not only aggravating things but wanting to become drama-whores." Maybe that martini was a bit stronger then she though. Actually, she was just tired of seeing the two argue.

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

Motoko set down her glass and smiled sincerely. She had dropped it as much as she could, and though it had changed her opinion of Greed, she didn't hate him. "That's what I said. It's fine now." After an awkward pause, she decided to try to change the subject so the tension would lift. "That is...not the type of dancing I am used to seeing," she said, motioning down towards the dance floor.

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

"It's got nothing on my race's spiritual dances." Zaheela said almost smuggly. In her travels, she had the 'honor' of going back to the land of her birth, and the Mithra were indeed as spry as they were dexterous.
"Last time I came here, I stupidly wore one of the outfits. I will never do THAT again." She sighed before eying the sauce covered chicken legs that greed had ordered.
Normally she preferred light, crisp sauces, but whatever those were, they smelt good, if not soaked with enough oil to give a person a heart attack.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"I love a spirited dance!" Greed exclaimed, laughing as the next plate was put down.

"Come, come! Eat and drink, I don't mind!"

He wolfed down a few more wings, devouring even the bones, then washed it down with a large glass of wine.

"Can't wait to test that floor out..."

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

Motoko couldn't help but chuckle at Greed's eating habits. She took another sip of her martini, then started to fiddle with the glass, watching the swirling liquid inside. "I...I don't know how to dance..." she stuttered.

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

"Bend over backwards is hardly giving some of the tricks they use." She told greed Off handedly.

Zaheela snagged a wing, a bit wary and bit into it. The spices bit her tongue and she swallowed the tender meat. It wasn't bad but she certainly wasn't going to have more then one. She could feel it sink to the bottom of her stomach almost immediately. Neatly finishing it off and putting it on a napkin, she took a sip of her martini again, eying the bright red liquid.

"This isn't ballroom dancing, so there is very little to worry about. As far as I can tell, this is more like becoming liquid gold. You move to the beat, without form or reason, letting go. Partially why I want to try it out." She told Mokoto, the glimmer in her eyes showing her anticipation. But first she needed to get through this drink.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

One plate was quickly finished off and placed to the side.

"Guess I'll leave the other for later," he said, stretching and finishing a drink, "Well, what do you girls want to do? Since it's pretty free-form, we can all dance together down there if ya' want."

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

"I'd figure You'd say that." She grinned, the dim light ever so lovingly reflecting off the elongated canine. She gulped down the rest of her drink and noted that not only did Mokoto look uncomfortable, but had also finished her drink. Impulsively, her hand darted out and snatched Makoto's free one and dragging the taller girl out of her chair. She walked a few steps forward, forcing the girl to stumble after her and then turned her head towards Greed.
"You coming, or you planning on becoming a priest?" She questioned before walking ahead, her hips swinging to the beat already and dragging the other girl behind her.

[kendogrl.livejournal.com]

Motoko nearly fell, grabbing onto Zah to keep her balance. Her body followed Zah's, moving from side to side following the rhythm of the music. She awkwardly picked herself up and let the motion continue, looking around anxiously at the other dancers, trying to get an idea of how to dance. But most of what she saw looked to her like something that should be saved for the privacy of one's bedroom. She ducked her head down as the floor suddenly seemed much more interesting, hoping to hide the fact that her cheeks had turned a bright red.

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

Greed followed them close behind, somewhat amused by Motoko's reactions. She was the easiest girl to get a rise out of. What kind of stifling environment has they put her in back in her world? He didn't understand humans sometimes.

"Ya' look kinda' like a lobster, Motoko. May want to relax and just let the music flow through ya'."

He demonstrated, sliding around in front of them and busting a few small moves.

[henkonasuisho.livejournal.com]

Zaheela couldn't help but agree. She, already head into the feeling of the dance, managed to slip behind Mokoto and place small hands on her hips.
"Here, try relaxing a bit and moving like this." Zaheela purred, not so close as to suggest something, but enough to attempt to soothe the poor girl. She grinned at Greed as her tail flicked mischievously at him before carefully guiding Mokoto into a graceful motion.