Day of Restoration: Nightmode's Victorian Fetish Ball

[Levi DAmico]

Levi frowned, staring at the beautiful blonde before him. Be us? What does that look like exactly? he thought to himself. As far as Levi was concerned, he was being himself and that was the type of guy that didn’t do parties, didn’t dance, and tried to break the awkwardness with anything that sounded remotely interesting. Besides that, it couldn’t hurt to subtly learn the identities of some of his fellow Vampiri.

Levi shook his head and averted his gaze, just in time to catch the flicker of gold as a waitress passed by. “No game. No reward,” he said glumly. “Standing around here awkwardly is getting pretty old though. D’ya wanna sit down or... something? Anything?”

[Sence]

Theodore had physically shoved her out of the shop after receiving the text from Constance suggesting that the quiet vampire go mingle with the two blondes that who had become her best friends. The concept of Victorian Fetish was not anything she was familiar with, but leather and lace were things her thrall happened to be very aware of, and the man had tried his best when it came to her dress.

Elegant and sleek Sence stepped into Nightmode, she looked around before moving up behind Constance and giving her a pinch in the hip. "Theo says you need to find the dress next time. I am too picky, he claims." The telepathic message was sent as she frowned, her eyebrows furrowing together before amber eyes moved along the group of people curiously. A moment later, she shyed a bit into the blonde's side.

[Nerissa Clemming]

Nerissa had heard about the event and debated on whether to go or not. She didn't know hardly anyone in Harper Rock other than her sire, which made her uncomfortable, but the thought of learning more about the area and the people around helped her make up her mind. So after acquiring a dress she found herself standing outside Nightmode. After paying her fee she walked in and looked around. There were a lot of people there, but no one she recognized. "Maybe this was a bad idea," she muttered, but it was too late to turn back now. No need to waste money. She walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, watching the people as they partied.

ooc: A link to the dress: http://s1307.photobucket.com/user/Solar ... g.jpg.html

[Serendipity]

The night was boring and so, surfing the internet had become tonights past time. She found the advert for the party and then sighed. Seren loved parties and yet, that made her nervous. She had kept to herself a lot over this past year. Was going out a good thing?

After a few minutes of thinking, it was decided and she forwarded the message to Jan and Mome and went to get dressed. She knew Mome wouldnt show, but would Jan? She walked into the building and looked around, wondering who else had showed so far.

[Lorelai]

Her brow wrinkled for a moment as she wondered what else they could do. The options in a place like this were limited; drink, dance, talk, that really was it.

“We could… erm…”

Lorelai cast her eyes nervously about her, her blue eyes sweeping over the ever growing crowd. Having grown tired of her conscience nagging at her, she finally gave in, pulled her hand from his and wrapped her arms around his neck, before pushing herself up onto her toes so that she could brush her lips against his.

“Is this acceptable?” she asked, clearly hoping that the answer would be yes.

[Janoric]

Jan feels his phone vibrate on his desk at work and looks over at it to see who it was. Flipping it on once he saw it was Serry he scans over the email. Sure, why the heck not he thinks. Thankfully he already had a suit on from today’s meetings at the shop, so he wouldn’t need to change.
Not to long after he was standing at the address, taking his helmet off and locking up the bike, just in time to see the back side of Serry walk in and he smiles. Slowly he makes his way in, grabbing two stems of wine off a passing table before coming up behind Serry and putting his arm around her. “What would a guy need to do to offer the prettiest lady here a drink?”

[Tate]

Tate wasn't a social person and for the most part, she wasn't a nice person, but she had decided that trying would be more beneficial than not. Or at least, it would make her attempts less futile as she left the Crypt and ignored the looks she received as she rode the transit all the way to Newsborough and made her way to Nightmode. She'd never been inside the club before. In her human days, she'd been too preoccupied with looking into teaching jobs and registering for more classes before Alicia's death and her own hospitalization.

Upon entering the club, she caught a familiar scent and gave a small wolfish grin at the sight of a familiar woman in a short leather dress and lifted the skirt lightly of her own gown as she made her way over. Upon reaching Rain, the small killer reached out and gave an open-palmed slap against the other's backside playfully in greeting. "Now who let you out of the Crypt like that?"

[Serendipity]

She grinned as she heard his voice behind her. He was always quick when she needed him. Always appearing whenever. Her nerves instantly calmed and she grabbed the glass with a chuckle. "Hello my love." She commented and then turned fully to look at him. "It said black and red but I hate red and dont own any.... I hope this is okay." She said and scrunched her nose a bit at him. "I'm glad youre here. I was nervous alone." She took a deep drink form her glass and then looked to him and smiled. She really was glad he was there. Made her feel so much better.

[Levi DAmico]

Public displays of affection made him uncomfortable. Still, when Lorelai got up on her tippy toes like that to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss at him, Levi smiled, drew his hands along her sides and kissed her in return. The close, netted feel of her dress felt like lingerie.

“Well… I did say anything didn’t I,” he smirked, speaking in a low, intimate tone. Despite himself, he nuzzled against her as well. “But… I reckon we should reserve this kind of **** to when we’re alone and not out in public. Yeah?”

[Constance]

She has spotted her best friend the moment she entered the club, and her dark painted lips curved into a frown. For some reason, she wasn’t feeling up to the partying mood. Pushing from the wall, she moved to make her way to her side, but a familiar brunette cut into her line of vision. As her gaze scanned over her, she lit up into a grin and held up a finger. Before she had a chance to protest, Constance had disappeared out the door.

She was gone only a few minutes before re-entering and taking her spot next to the woman. Curling her arm around her waist, she pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You’re perfect. I didn’t realize I was in the wrong ‘style.’” Laughing under her breath, she gave her a gentle pull towards the middle of the room where her friend waited. “Look what I found!”

OOC: Changed Outfit.