WE ARE YOUNG (Open)

[Sage]

Sage was about to order something when Sal was going for the public version of their slap and stroke routine that usually was left to the voyeur eyes of the shelter. There was nothing wrong with it. It was a damn good stress reliever and Sal was known to work out any kinks Sage managed to come up with. Once the small battle of tongues in a round of tonsil hockey was over he licked his lips making sure to drag his lower one through his teeth. A brief flair of his nostrils coupled with a sound that Sal knew all too well said he was ready to check out what was really up. In his peripheral vision he caught the movement of the sweet young bartender that Salvador made mention of and his appetite kind of had a growth spurt. A pat on the *** was the sign that he was about to be left to his own devices. He ran his tip of his tongue over the smooth line of his upper lip.

“It was a lime you ******* tease.” Sage called out as he watched the man disappear to the dance floor. He slowly rubbed his chin as he turned his attention back to the adult refreshment stand and who was behind it.

“So is that right?” His hands opened up and slid over the flat surface of the bar as he straddled the chair beneath him. A slow rock of his hips back and forth while he wiggled his brows soon ceased when he found his spot on the chair. His thighs stretched outward a little as if he was getting ready to take a long, hard ride on a fast machine. “You have what I need, darlin?”

[Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)]

She was quick to fill orders as she listened and moved in her spot at the bar. Red wine was tipped and poured into a wine glass and placed on the bar next to the honey whiskey that Lincoln had ordered for him and his friend. A hand pushed her hair back over her shoulder as it pushed it's way to the front after bending to gather glasses. Her attention focused back on Sage as she took any money that was on the bar for drinks she had already served.

A tilt of her head as she gives Sage another smile. "That depends, what do you need. If I have it then it's yours for the taking." A soft little laugh as she leaned ever so lightly on her side of the bar and waited.

[Robin Little]

The party. Right.

It was a pity that Robin couldn’t get drunk, or high, otherwise he might have had as much fun as Lincoln had. He might have carried his own one nighter home, another blonde to grace his bed and provide him the pleasure he’d not felt in… ****, how long had it been, really? It wasn’t something so paltry as a few weeks. Even a few months might be acceptable. Robin didn’t want to dwell on it. People like to say a dog is a man’s best friend, but Robin likes to think that a hand will do just as well.

While Lincoln had imbibed drink after drink on top of whatever drug he kept in that mint tin of his, Robin had watched. He’d remained at the monarch’s side most of the time until his attention had been distracted by the appearance of a dog. Whose dog, Robin didn’t know. It could have been a stray coming in off the street to lap up any dropped food, if there was any, but Robin and the dog had become quick friends.

”If by ‘new’ you mean I made a new canine friend, sure,” he said with a chortle. One might think that being hired at one of the most popular grunge clubs of Harper Rock as a Blood Doll would lend Robin a bit of edge; one would think that his life was full of adventure. And yet, his job was probably the highlight of his life. Becoming a vampire hadn’t increased the fun-factor, it had only sucked a whole bunch of the fun away.

A frown was thrown in Ona’s direction as she passed over their drinks with barely a second glance. He knew her name from the other employees, though he’d never spoken to her specifically. Her job was more obvious. He supposed he blended into the crowd. Without being told directly she wouldn’t know that they shared a boss. But it still seemed strange. As his eyes followed the bartender, it swept over the interaction of the pair beside he and Lincoln, but it barely registered. These kinds of interactions were seen by Robin on a nightly basis. When he turned back to Lincoln it was to catch the man pop something in his mouth, the crack of his teeth breaking the hard pill audible even over the music.

One could be assured that Lincoln King had just seen a ghost, or something similarly mind-shattering. Robin put the sudden sweat across Lincoln’s brow down to some kind of withdrawal, an addiction that needed satisfaction. Thus the pill. He arched a curious brow, his drink remaining untouched. He could do with a different kind of drink.

”I’m almost certain in this transaction you’re the one who’s supposed to be the dominant. And there should be no propositions, only commands. All that aside, however…” he paused with a lick of his lips and a glance toward the dance floor. ”…I might propose that I am thirsty. And not for wine,” he said. The suggestion was dangled like meat on a hook – now he would find out if Lincoln King was a meat eater or a vegetarian.

[Sage]

There was a response he could appreciate. Sage smirked. A brief scan of the bottles visible on the bar behind her gave him a good idea what she had to offer. A few had some serious potential and nearly inspired his mouth to water while others left him craving something stronger. A fix to satisfy the itch setting in over his skin while he thought about how long he had been without it. He knew it wouldn't be available where he was sitting. The place was too high brow. At the very least it catered to the sharp suits and neatly trimmed hair on the head types acting all casual next to him. He sniffed in a generous helping of air and followed it with the short whistle that erupted behind his lips when he pressed his tongue tight to the back of the top row of teeth. For all the smoking and drinking he did the enamel was surprisingly intact and spared from visible decay. He wondered how much their artificial smiles cost.

"How about the cheapest whiskey you have with the hardest bite."

Sage figured he could go for the Yamazakura Black Label because Sal did say whatever he wanted. Wanted was a heavy word and a luxury. A luxury that despite his less than exemplary morals, as if he really had any, he wasn't a big enough dick to take seriously and advantage of. Not with Salvador. He saved that for the rest of the fucked up world around him.

"Whatever it is make it a double." He reached for one of those red stir straws close at hand and plucked it from the holder it was in. The annoying case of cotton mouth was already making a comeback. "Got any extra lime wedges laying around?"

Sage slid the straw between his lips and began chewing on it while taking another glance at the yuppy versions of Doug and Steve Butabi. While the straw rotated with the help of his tongue giving it a nudge here and there between his jaws he settled back and turned to eye the dance floor figuring he could get a view of Sal’s decent dance moves. The man certainly had his own rhythm. No question about that.

[Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)]

A glass was grabbed and flipped to the bar to, a twist to grab a bottle from a low shelf. A tip of her thin, but calloused fingered hand poured the whiskey into the glass on the bar. A bit a of a smile was given as she took one of those straws and slipped in into the skins of a couple of limes. She laid that over to the top of the glass making sure the limes did not touch the glass so the taste would not be transferred to the glass or the cheap whiskey that settled in the bottom. After picking it up she placed it in front of Sage. "Let me know if you need anything else." A wink was given before she moved off to help more customers and fix orders for the wait staff to take to tables.

[Lincoln King]

The ice chilled the liquid quickly and it felt good in his mouth, cooling his tongue even as it burned the back of his throat, creating a path of sensation when he swallowed it down. Yeah, a drink was a good idea, already he was imagining he could feel the beginnings of his self-medication working, the man mellowing out. Some of the tension slipped from his shoulders, leaning more casually into the bar as he spun so that his elbows could rest back on it. He watched the dancing man, eyes slipping back to the one flirting brazenly with the bartender and looking for more limes. What was his deal? Lincoln recognised something in the guy, in the shadows under his eyes and the way he moved, in the need to have something in his hands or between his lips, to chomp sharply beneath his teeth.

He had a hankering for something, and Linc found himself trying to think through what it might be. Did he have it in that little tin of his? Maybe something else, something that could keep that craving at bay just a little longer, get the dude through the night.

Nah, Lincoln thought, he wasn't about to offer assistance. Why would he? He didn't know him, why flash his little stash? The voice in his head that would whisper to do it, to open up the dialogue and find out if he was up for a ride had been mercifully silenced for now by the little pill, and the taste of alcohol that hover on the tip of his tongue which his lower lip before it was sucked into his mouth. He was remembering the swollen, bruised sensation when he'd awoken in the afternoon after the party, his gaze sliding over to Robin with an amused half smile. "A dog... Right." The man had made friendly with a dog and Lincoln had made friendly with the other man in his mind. Good times. "Does that mean we didn't make out then? Man, I have a bad habit of getting a little... Look, if I tried to get my mack on, i'm sorry, i'll try to reign it in while i'm dominating you, Scout's Honor." He held up in his fingers in a salute, barely able to keep the devious grin from curving further across his features.

"Ok, ok, I got this. First of all, you can call me King, or Monarch. I'll accept Arch if you're lazy or trying to be cute, or whatever. Second, you... Are going to help me, going to be my little assistant and give me a hand organising a party and going over some editing work. Third, my Doll, you are going to do something new. We will figure out what it is together, but if I tell you to do it, then you are doing it. Got it? We'll have some fun, don't worry, and if you really want me to get all demanding on your *** I can..." He let that linger between them, tongue parting his lips again as he registered Robin's suggestion.

"Wait... Are you trying to..." Those green eyes narrowed, but he didn't look pissed, more amused and intrigued than anything else. "The Doll hungers for me, shhiiittt." His laughter rocked him, Linc leaning forward with it and feeling the need to stand so he didn't tip forward and off the chair. "**** it, come on, I feel good so we are dancing." His fingers found the front of Robin's suit, locking around one side of the jacket and tugging him towards his body, hips already shifting a little to the music as he backed towards the dance floor.

[Salvador (DELETED 8639)]

Sal was more than fine with leaving cuppy cake alone. He was a big boy and could take care of himself a lot better than Sal could. Sal moved to the thrumming of the back beat of the song currently playing, his arms thrashing around as Sal danced to the beat of his own drum. Every once in a while he would glance in Sage's direction, just to make sure he was still in the building, and once he got that confirmation Sal was moving all around people.

That was until she smacked right into a guy dancing with some woman. Presumably his woman. "Watch where your tossing your love batons around, buddy." The guy growled at Sal, who stepped back immediately after a mumble of an apology and stood there. "You just going to stand there and stare?" The guy turned to face Sal completely as his girlfriend tugged at his arm and tried to regain his absolute attention. "It was an accident. I said sorry." Sal said, still standing there. That was the thing about Sal, which was what made him and Sag so compatible. The whole opposite attracted concept was a tried and true thing with the two of them. Salvador had no idea what to do in conflict, preferring to do nothing and hope it resolved itself on its own, while Sage was a more take the bull by the horns guy and found a resolution

"Get the **** out of here, man." The guy raised a fist and made a quick jabbing motion in the air at Sal, but didn't come anywhere near him. It was clearly just for show, even if a small threat and Sal took it and backed up a little more. "Usually people acknowledge when someone has said sorry. Which I said." Salvador mumbled before he vanished behind a pair of dancers who were owning the floor. They made a much needed barrier between Salvador and the other guy, breaking eye contact, which allowed Salvador to duck his way back to the bar.

[Robin Little]

Robin hadn’t mentioned it, but a lunge had been made. A brush of lips that he hadn’t completely avoided before Lincoln’s hungry lusts had been steered elsewhere. It was from that point onward that Robin had found his own entertainment, and suitably uninhibited by alcohol and thus out of place, he’d made friends with the dog.

Lincoln’s speech was a relief to Robin, who had never been accustomed to being in charge. Even trying to be stern with Maddison was a challenge, though given the woman was new to all this he felt sometimes he had to put his foot down. The suggestions were agreeable to Robin, though he rolled his eyes at the thought of calling Lincoln ‘King’ or ‘Monarch’. Again, he had to ponder whether people’s names somehow affected their personalities, moulding them somehow as they grew older. Robin, accustomed to being called ‘Little’, often made himself Little. Lincoln, accustomed to being called ‘King’, acted very much like he ought to be King.

At the end, Robin found himself hauled toward the dance floor, unsure whether Lincoln’s **** it was permission to bite. Out on the dance floor, it would require intimacy and proximity. Or maybe not, given this was a club that catered to vampires and their kind were all out in the open, now. Secrecy was not a requirement. But feeding while dancing? Challenging.

”Yes, I was trying to,” he shouted after the man who looked like he was slowly going to get as wrecked as he had the night of the warehouse party. Maybe Robin should wait until the drugs and the alcohol had thoroughly set into the blood – maybe then he could feel some remnant of the high, and it’ll all be worthwhile.

”Was that a yes?” he asked as they were engulfed by the surging bodies, the music louder on the dancefloor, the beat catching Robin’s limbs. He always found it hard to dance while sober, but he’d slowly started to learn. Or at least, he thought he had – he instead looked like an awkward flamingo. Although the altercation nearby didn't directly affect he and Lincoln, Robbin was distracted by it nonetheless, wondering if the bouncers needed called. As it looked like it was handling itself, he left it alone.

[Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)]

Moving behind the bar, she restocked glasses, made sure the ice was full in the wells as other tenders dealt with the people in the club. Slipping past each of the bar tenders she asked if they need anything before she would finish her shift for the evening. A smile and a hug to each of the others before she slipped out from behind the bar and heading towards the employee only section to gather a few of her things before she would head out. Maybe she would stay and dance a little it had been a while since she had done that.

[Sage]

Salvador was not only Sage’s ‘little spoon’ as he affectionately referred to the shelter cohabitant. He was proving to be his dancing queen as well. A smile came to the corners of his lips while the promising glass of whiskey divided the sections of flesh to open for what hardly could touch the hunger for what he truly needed. A slow fluid bob of his shoulders and head to the music was present as he watched Sal bounce his way around and through the crowd. As soon as his wrist flexed enough the amber fluid was sending a warmth down his throat that gave him just what he asked for. His eyes briefly went to the bartender behind him.

“If you stick close by, sweetheart, I just may be taking you up on that offer.”

Sage winked as he pulled the nearly consumed glass from his lips. He was not a patient mannered drinker. If he was going to do something he wanted to get down and do it. No pussyfooting around. Dancing, getting high, ******* or simply getting from point A to point B. It was all about life in the fast lane. His mother said he was born running and most of his life that was proving to be a valid truth.

It was then that his time spent on the stool relaxing for a drink he had not planned on enjoying as much came to a slow hault. Salvador appeared to find himself as a third wheel to a pair on the dance floor who seemed disrupted from his signature moves. Pity. Now he would have to finish off what was left in the glass and ask the one behind him for refill that Salvador would be paying for. Depending on how the next few minutes on the dance floor went busting out his own moves he could very well need it.

To the beat of the music Sage moved right past Salvador who was slinking his way back to the bar. While he made some slow pops of his shoulders, rolling them back so his chest extended out he figured his dancing queen could nurse the fresh drink waiting on the bar while he watched his little cuppy cake cut in on the less than understanding male’s current dance card. No one threatened Salvador. Unfortunately for the guy he was setting his sights on he was all too ready to initiate the dance party he tried to invite Sal to with a less than impressive jutting of his fist in the air towards his main man.

Sage raised his hands in the air and waved them like he didn’t care. His hips bucked the space that his moved through while his long legs gave everyone a reason to give him the space he clearly needed to claim the dance floor as his stomping ground. He called it his signature ‘S T R U T’. There was no stopping it even if the music suddenly died. The tune in his head would play on.

Arms fluidly bent at the elbows sending a rolling muscular wave beneath his colorful shirt that was easy to track up to the the joints of his shoulders. The bounce of movement governed the right then the left to rise. His hips swished to the left and then to the right in a rather exaggerated invitation for god knows what while his hands flipped back. His chest fluttered forward then back and that is when the back of his hand made contact with the face of the very same asshole who made the mistake of taking an airshot at his Salvador.

“S’up.” Sage asked as his body worked like a tall imposing knife cutting in as it grinded up into the minimal space between the challenged guy and his dance partner.