Hot Young Things. (Invite Only)

[Indigo]

MUSIC::l::OUTFIT

The playlist was continuous and now the sounds of pleasure lifted through the air fueled by the surround sound creatively hidden behind the mood inducing lighting. While her body was for the most part still she was moving in her mind in ways she had longed to for far too long. So much of it worked on her as she drank in the beauty and the contact of the larger than life males that were around her. Each sinfully constructed frame carrying the aura of reckless hunger and primal confidence was so close to her own that her head was free from worry and spinning with ideas. It was so intoxicating. Yes, that is what they were and she couldn’t imagine any dark corner having the promise of selling the club patron something to surpass what they were filling her with upon each contact of their hands and eyes. The whirl of her mind was filling with intent that was prepared to have her hands and her skin close enough to each to burn from their collective heat.

It was not a question of right or wrong. No, she was one that found it wonderful to be in such a mix and savoring the moment in the fullest way possible. The fact it was proposed to be in the company of these particular heart stopping three was a wish she never knew she had that was about to come true. There was so much promise that it hazed the mind. Maybe the world she was on was finally going to spin right for the first time.

The air was sweeter the moment her lips parted to press the second kiss to Kas’s cheek. The slide of her body down the front of his to flatten her feet level in her heels sent her skin into a tingle of rising bumps that no goose wore quite like she could in her bare glory. Her fingers brushed his hard line of masculine jaw and smiled when the brief contact of her thumb tugged down at the tempting bottom lip that was soft as expected. A shock of pleasure found spots she couldn’t appropriately reach where she stood in public. The effects inspired her to look back at the audience of two that was waiting for more and indulging in contact while they did. Their eyes hit her and her knees went nearly weak enough to drop her right there. Her hand slid down to the rocker’s chest in a slow circle of caress allowing the tips of her nails to press enough to say she was there so briefly. She patted it firmly and pinched her lip in contemplation of what the dark Jameson could bring from the bar. Her eyes stuck to him like glue on paper.

“I will take what she is having.”

Indigo hue eyes rolled up to the ceiling to signal the sounds of a lucky lady announcing she was already there. She stepped backward raising her lean arms above her head with her hips moving slowly with the rhythm that had her rolling just enough to the left before shifting back to the right. It was all so natural to let the sensual beats move through her.

“I believe they call the drink ‘All night long.”

With that announced she blew a kiss to the three and stepped backwards into the sea of bodies behind her which parted without her having to ask. It appeared that in minutes Indigo went from the urgent mission of finding the missing model/club fixture friend to being under the influence of some of the best healing properties unknown to modern man. Even she was oblivious to the fact that she was a hot fountain of youthful sustenance that was as tempting to those watching her as was the thoughts in her head of diving with wild uninhibited abandon into their arms. She felt cured of what was otherwise ailing her and even more importantly she felt so utterly safe that she she felt like she could fly. For Indigo Knight that was a triple slice of heaven delivered to her and she would cherish every moment they afforded her.

As if in a sweet as sin trance her body continued to sway back and forth while making her way to the darkest spot with a booth in its corner. The taste of pineapple and coconut rum was so vivid in her mind that she could taste it beneath the sweet and sour mix that brought it together. She was thirsty, felt high and ravenous in all the most delicious ways possible. Whatever was responsible she wanted it to never stop its influence over her. It had become her paradise that was no longer lost. Her body slid into U shaped seat that was open to view with the drapes secured in the hooks fixed to the walls. She watched the bodies moving on the dance floor and allowed her gaze to shift on the men who had her eye. She was waiting for that catwalk of phenomenal confidence and masculine beauty to make it's way over to where she sat like a cat eyeing the exotic birds that had always been out of reach. Her eyes were fixated swimming with fascination and to die for anticipation.

[Adley Reed]

Adley hadn’t minded Jameson touching Indigo the way he had; Jameson was a friend. Someone Adley trusted. Someone Adley knew, in any case. Indigo moved on from Jameson to Kaspar, however – the man was smooth, purring his reassurances and his vows to Indigo. Adley was curious how long they had known each other, how familiar they were with each other. He watched in a way that he hadn’t watched either Jameson or Kaspar; there was envy, stirred somewhere within. The way Kaspar touched Indigo, Adley wanted and more. More than envy, it stirred a peculiar kind of desire, fuelled by the music. The song had changed, as had the rhythm. The atmosphere shifted and morphed along with the music. If Adley had an appreciation for music, it was for that alone – its ability to affect one’s emotions and actions.

At first, the way Kaspar had the two of them tucked so neatly against his side seemed like a challenge. As if he were marking his territory, stealing them both from Adley and claiming them as his own. Except, the blonde’s words went a long way to soothe any hackles that may have pricked. We, he had said. The three of them would protect Indigo – and Adley could concede. He couldn’t touch her. He himself was a danger to her, in a small way. With the three of them circling her like glorified bodyguards, no harm could come to her. The others could give her the physical comfort that Adley could not. People craved touch, and proximity. They required intimacy. Adley failed in that department, at least in regards to their girl.

She was theirs.

Adley watched with barely masked desire as Indigo peeled herself away from the trio, headed for a free booth. She looked so at home amongst those writhing, hot bodies, and yet she stood apart. She glowed in a way the other bodies didn’t. She was a part of them, and yet above them. He lifted a hand to scratch at his jaw before he closed the distance between himself and the other two men; he sparkled with mischief as his hand landed on Jameson’s shoulder, keeping him there for two seconds while he ‘scented’ Kaspar. Adley had noticed something hard about him; something otherworldly, but it was subtle, and could have been mistaken. He swooped in as if he were going to say something directly to Kaspar, a whispered nothing for his ear only. But instead he was just getting a feel for him, his hand brushing Kaspar’s inconspicuously. There was no heat coming off of him. No throbbing sign of a strong and hot heartbeat. When he pulled back, he was grinning.

”You know what my preference is for beverage, Jamie,” he said with a wink. Adley couldn’t drink – not alcohol, anyway. He turned back to Kaspar.

”It’s been a long couple of months, man. But if you taste as good as he does,” he said, cocking his head sideways at Jameson, ”We’ll all get along just fine,” he said. He had to assume that if this guy happily kept company with Jameson, he wouldn’t mind being bitten. Or maybe he did. Adley assumed they would soon find out. He stole a glance in Indigo’s direction – if she witnessed it, did he care? She could hardly think he was insane if their fellow companions backed him up. He slapped them both on the shoulder, laughing as he eased into the crowd, following Indigo’s footsteps to the booth. Kaspar could take the comment as he wished – or Jameson could fill him in. Adley’s attention now focused solely upon Indigo as he slid into the booth with her. Close enough to be able to lean in and talk against her neck, near her ear, but not close enough to touch.

”I think you’ve been promoted to Queen, Bee,” he said. Bee. He hadn’t called her that before. But somehow, it now seemed apt.

[Kaspar]

Hypnotic, the way Indie moved, the beat entrancing her so that every movement flowed along in time with the music pulsating through the club. Was it the music? They'd spoken this close before and she'd become lost in a brief euphoria, wrapped up in him, wrapped up in touch. No doubt it was a factor, if not the cause. It was hard to deny the need to sway, Hel found a fingertip drumming against the bare skin of her lower back, biting down on his lip when she began to roll her body against him. Beautiful, temptation was gripping at his throat as the rocker fought an urge to lean down and part her lips with his.

Feeling her warmth breathed into his very being suddenly seemed more important than anything else in the damn club. She was drawn into the music before impulses were surrendered to and Hel watched her go with a resigned shrug of shoulders. Nodding to Jay's words helped break the spell her hips had cast on him, Hel's attention regained with Jameson's very own personal brand of directness. A firm and demanding grip of Hel’s backside was rewarded with a short laugh, and swat in return. It wasn't much of a relief watching these two, he was just as fascinated with the men he found himself alone with. "Well, ****." He laughed, swiping a hand across his mouth, biting into his own thumb with a little "Mmph" sound.

This was something akin to torture, all this touching, but it was the kind of torture he craved.

He'd thought Adley might rise to the challenge subtly presented, maybe pick a fight to assert dominance and a position of power. To lead the little crew in the dark. It was better he went with it, better they could be potential allies in this, perhaps given time they could become friends. Kaspar noted Adley watching on with that brief flash of envy in his eyes as Indie had draped herself over Hel, as they had shared those tender touches of greeting. Was it envy over their intimacy, or the jealousy of one seeing his desires met with another? Could he not have that from Indigo? If not, why? There was no doubt in his mind that the pair were attracted to each other, it surprised him to think they may not have shared more than the odd brush of hands, after all the talk of beds and how Adley looked emerging from them. Poor guy, all the time they were spending together and something stopping him from physical closeness, it would be a nightmare.

He cleared his throat, his full attention dedicated to acknowledging Jameson and his offer, or at least he tried to give the man his full attention. "****, drinks, yes. I could go for one." He didn't make his order, because Adley was getting in his personal space, close enough that a brush of cool fingertips over his own only served as further distraction to his already strung out senses. He thought the man might be going to speak, that he might feel the brush of more flesh, lips to ear, as he made some demand or complaint that Hel wouldn’t listen to.

Nothing, just that light touch. Adley was, as Kaspar suspected, a being much like himself. His hand drifting up the man’s arm to feel the cold as stone skin, the lack of pulse as he pressed fingertips to the crook of his elbow confirming it. He swallowed the implications of what these three vampires taking on this human woman meant, pressing them down deep inside before they came spilling free and were spoken aloud.

Oh yeah, they were all going to hell in a handbasket.

The music was moving through him and he desperately wanted to grab the man now, to dance with him and forget about everything else, to sink into the bodies and let Shirley Manson whisper throatily his very thoughts, the song too perfect for this situation, hell his life felt like a movie half the time and it was only appropriate that it have a soundtrack. Jameson was waiting of course, waiting for him to respond, and Adley was grinning now, speaking. “Taste…” Hel repeated the word, testing it in his mouth. His brow rose, giving the man another once over. Was this his relationship with Jay then? Used the man as a walking vamp blood bag?

“I’m delicious.” He called after him, “Ask our friends.” He couldn’t help another little dig, he was testing the man’s reactions, for while no one would ever be equal to Kaspar he may come close enough to offer some modicum of respect. “Jameson,” He turned on the man, ducking in to steal a hungry little kiss. “Whatever it is, get me something strong and hard. Oh god, help me, I’m going to need it."

He didn’t really wait for reply, letting himself be swallowed amongst the sea of bodies, his own digits drifting across bared midriffs and hips as he passed, feeling hands slipping over him on occasion and receiving nods of acknowledgement from regulars. He gave Indigo and Adley just a few moments alone, pausing when he was caught up in a bear hug from the guitarist of his band and the subsequent lighter embrace of their shyer drummer, dragged into the fold. Of course they were here tonight, living the party life he'd help set them up with. He made his excuses and they didn’t argue, their eyes following his to the source of distraction.

The sounds of their wolf whistles and whooping followed him all the way to the table. He made a mental note to kick their asses, brotherly wrestling and a few beers after practice. Right now he just wanted to slide into that booth. “Wer zu wählen? Who to choose?" He called above the noise, torn between sitting beside the gorgeous Indie and the intriguing Adley. He chose the former, safer choice, sliding in beside her. His long limbs draped comfortably in the booth, hand finding a comfortable spot to rest on the woman's thigh.

[Jameson Dade]

All night long. The words were pure sex, which Jameson normally would have noted in the abstract, as some sort of observer. When was the last time Jay had been really attracted to a woman? Half a decade ago? By then, he and Max were already on the street. His own father had been put in jail, and they couldn't afford to pay the rent, because Max and Jamie had to stay high more than they had to stay under a roof. Max's own family had mostly cut him off, but sometimes his mom would take pity on them. Well, on Max. She tried to get him to break up with Jameson every time they talked, and he would always make that promise but never go through with it. Usually, Jay escaped in the best way possible, curled up in some corner with Max wrapped around him, unmoving for hours or days at a time.

But there were times when the drugs dried up, and those were really shitty. Tara had been like an angel, fallen or otherwise. She always had something for Jay, and never anything for Max. At first, Jameson hadn't liked the attention, but with time, he'd gotten really close to her. She had been all mystery and sex, and clever as ****. They had gotten into all kinds of **** together, until she got picked up for assault. So Jameson had gone right back to Max, not that he had ever really left him, and fessed up to everything he had done. Max had given him a black eye, but then they'd gone right back to everything they had always been. Because they each needed someone to say that their lifestyle was okay. Besides, Tara taught Jay a few things about how to dig up some scratch in a pinch.

The mesmeric sway of Indie's hips hit Jay like a punch to the gut. Hello there. He watched her go, and realized there was a hand on his shoulder. He peered into Adley's eyes for a second as if to say Yes, I know what you need. But he didn't say anything, a tug at the corner of his mouth the only thing to betray his thoughts. It was important that Kas and Adley get a moment to chat, and he didn't feel the need to invade. Jameson hated it when people took a moment for someone else and made it about themselves, so he wasn't about to go and do that himself. A clap on his shoulder and then Adley was leaving as well, retreating through the crowd in Indigo's direction. Like she was some sort of desert muse and they were thirsty poets.

He almost wanted to turn to Kaspar and say He's referring to ****. But he didn't. He could stir the pot later, when everyone knew each other a little better. A mouth was pressed to his own. Something strong and hard? He bit into Hel's lower lip before the man could pull away, just enough to leave behind the impression of a bruise without actually breaking skin. "You should stop asking for something hard in public, I might oblige you someday, and then what will our friends think?" He asked, his voice briefly filled with faux concern. He turned then, only glancing over his shoulder briefly to catch a glimpse of Kaspar's leather clad ***. "I may have an obsession with butt." He said out loud to nobody in particular, while he wove his way towards the bar. And these assholes are too attractive for their own good.

He arrived a moment later, putting in an order for an All Night Long, a Zombie, an order of gin, and some bubblegum flavored vodka for Adley. Not that he expected the man to drink it, but appearances never hurt. He stole a tray for himself, settled it on one flat palm and outstretched fingers, before making his way towards the booth Indie had selected. All around him, bodies were caught mid-gyration, with arms dragging mad through the air and feet stomping. They parted for him. One person tried to nab a drink, only for Jay to twist in time to press a finger against their palm, shaking his head. "This isn't catering, honey, and you're not hot enough for me to want to get you liquored up." Then he slid right past them. But he didn't just put the tray down when he got to the table. Instead he stepped up onto a bench seat, and then onto the table. He spun until he faced Indie and then lowered one booted foot onto the seat right beside her, assuming there was any room. He plopped down then, right in front of her.

Tray still in hand, he began to serve them, one right after the other. "Lets see here. Gin for yours truly, a zombie for Hel." He dropped one of the drinks beside himself and slid the other right in front of Kas. "I've got something for you, all night long." He said before placing the coffee, sweet and sour, and pina colada drink right in front of Indie. This just happened to be between his legs, close to one knee. "And for our Adley, some bubblegum vodka, until he decides he wants something a little...stronger." Left to his own devices, he probably would have sliced his palm open and pressed it right into the other man's face. But how odd would that look to Indie?

Bunch of freaks. She might think. Or maybe she'd be into it.

Whatever the case, the tray was shoved backwards so it could clatter onto the ground, leaving Jay leaning back. His palms came to rest on the table behind him, his chest slanted so he could look down to the trio. "Anyway, did I ever tell you guys about the time I stole a ferris wheel?" He asked, as the music filtered through him, leaving him feeling like his soul was a guitar string, still resonant and echoing sound even after the music had stopped playing.

[Indigo]

Was there something I was supposed to be doing?

It was a thought that swirled into the air above her and vaporized. The missing woman was written off like she had been when the club became a shooting range. Kaspar caught her eyes and she delivered a knowing smile. Could she blame the woman? Yes, yes she could. Marina was a selfish ***** who never learned how to share. Case in point she took her shoes, her dates, her possible jobs and even her purse. Kaspar had to bring it back and when he did he brought her more than she could have expected. She leaned back and slid her open hands over the leather seat.

Marina who?

While that thought made a dash for elsewhere a slow glance down to each empty side of her confirmed it. There was a lot of space and she was willing to bet her new favorite trio could fill it so nicely. The place was too big for her not be as close as possible to the three musketeers.

And then the big cats started to stir. Indigo eyes followed them as they parted company so that the the one that saw more of her than anyone else could make his way over. Nearly bone deep. It was not often that two strangers could claim going that far upon first meeting. He saw her underwear and gave her a sponge bath in a bed designed to hold half the block her uncle built his custom home on. What she saw in return had her bottom lip sucked between the pinch of her teeth so tight that she could feel the smooth damp layer of skin on her inner lip stretch until it started to bleed. It wasn’t that long ago that she kissed ditch and brush like Supergirl with her cape suddenly coming down with a bad case of wild knots mid-flight.

Even that didn’t matter. Why? Because the seat she was sitting on must have been under some hot lights and she was already shifting slightly so that she didn’t stick to it. Of course she noticed it as Adley flashed a smile and it was all but over right there. Forget the seat.

As the seat sank just enough to signal that one side was claimed she felt her chest rise with the deep inhale of anticipation. Adley was always setting her up for that. Drawing in air and holding it long after it should be released. She did it then and there as the scent of him that she would never shake from her memory was stronger than ever as he leaned in and whispered about her being Queen B. If she was then she knew damn well where to find her honey. She brushed her cheek back closer to the sound of his voice as it find his just before he moved away. She was increasingly relaxed and welcomed the effect. She breathed again, slowly. The soft warm exhales doing very little to cool the heat surfacing from the pores of her skin.

Indigo stretched out a bare leg and curled her foot behind Adley’s. With the slightest nudge she made it known that it was her initiating the contact he made so difficult to reach. As she did the sea of writhing bodies parted rhythmically to allow the golden star to make his way through.

Kaspar was born for what he was doing and it showed. All the moths were more than ready to trip over one another to get to him. A couple stood out and he embraced them. Indigo studied each and figured they were part of the band. There was a band but it was easy to forget when you had him front and center. The more that she watched him it was like he was always ready, so confident. That was of course how she ended up sitting in his lap, right? Right. Not that she made an effort to hop out of it. A good lap was hardly something to pass up. Especially Kaspar’s. There was something that had her running through all sorts of scenarios as soon as she landed in it. Bedtime stories, christmas wish lists, what a good girl she had been and yes...if she was really good. It inspired her instantly. Santa could retire as far as she was concerned. Especially when an enchanting set of blue orbs found her and Adley while asking who he should choose.

“Don’t separate us already. I thought we had an understanding. No need to choose.” Indigo winked to Adley then held her breath briefly as the cool caress of Kaspar’s hand found her thigh. Her hand slid down over it topping it so that her petite fingers could weave between his and curl gently. “There is more than enough honey to go around in this cozy little hive we have forming.”

Indigo leaned over and brushed the tip of her nose at Kaspar’s neck releasing a soft puff of warm air as she did. Her eyes watched the sea of bodies part and she slowly pulled back. Oh yes. There was tall dark and handsome with the rebel within that she was sure could make all three of them yell and likely a few other things too. Jameson reminded her of the type that could light the world on fire and watch it burn. And there was no where else you would rather be than to be right there feeling the heat rise and the flames consuming you while he did. Indie was fully prepared to hand him the matches.

Her eyes lifted as Jameson stood tall over them on the table and made his way to taking a seat on it. While the drinks were passed around she watched him. The stretch of his arm which felt so good around her, the splay of those long fingers as he released the glass to rest in front of who it was intended for. She lingered a little more on his lips and wondered how sweet they were to Kaspar when he tasted them and then she glanced to Adley with an almost knowing expression. Did Jameson know how that bottom lip next to her tasted? Did it bother her? Yes. Only that she was not there to witness it. Jay surely got as close to him as she wanted to be and to Kaspar too. Her thoughts went south just like her eyes did on Jameson who announced he had what she wanted and set her drink down nestled next to his thigh just above the knee. He leaned back and became more intriguing with the announcement he had swiped a ferris wheel. Those eyes seemed like the endless pools of mischief.

“Do tell.” Her hand reached forward with a stretch that didn’t have her losing the contact she was currently entertaining. Her fingers curled around the perspiring glass and locked down as her knuckles grazed the material over his leg. “Mind if I share?” She settled back and sipped her drink because she was rather thirsty at that point.

[Adley Reed]

MUSIC

The club’s theme tonight seemed to be sultry, slow, and hot. The lights strobed and flashed; they slowed, as the music changed, morphed. I want to **** you like an animal. Adley might have purred, the song was so ******* perfect. The scenes forming at the forefront of his imagination were definitely adult-themed; and Indigo was right in the centre of it. Maybe she could see it there, in his eyes – the way he looked at her with such a devoted need. But she’d already turned away, her attention stolen by Kaspar. Adley watched with the eyes of an eagle as she took his hand, as she greeted him so sweetly. If one didn’t know better, they would assume that Kaspar and Indigo were an item.

And yet, her foot remained hooked around Adley’s, his long slacks keeping he bare skin from his. The touch still sufficed to anchor him, however. If Kaspar’s hand on Indigo’s knee was a ploy to lay his claim, it didn’t work. If a man was so insecure as to indulge in such overt displays, then that was his problem.

Adley couldn’t figure out whether it bothered him or not; and if it did, it only bothered him in the way that he could not do the same. It wasn’t something that had made itself immediately obvious to him until now. Until he was witness to other men getting what he wanted. But they were all inclusive. At Indigo’s wink, Adley leaned forward to catch Kaspar’s eye. He, too, winked. Yeah, Kaspar. No need to choose.

All three pairs of eyes turned to Jameson as he delivered the drinks; Adley hadn’t asked for anything for a reason. Adley knew that Jameson knew he couldn’t drink the think without being violently sick. Classic Jameson, buying it anyway. If it was an attempt to sweet Adley’s masculinity out from under him like the metaphorical rug, it was yet another failure. Wasn’t there a saying? Real men wear pink. Real men could drink pink, too. Adley reached for the class and lifted the tainted drink to his nose, smelling it. Far too sweet, really. Rather than take a sip, he leaned forward to place the drink between Jameson’s legs as Indigo took hers away; he left it there with a look that clearly said maybe you should drink it, so I can taste it in your blood later.

Jameson clearly dominated the space; he liked to tell stories. Adley was well aware. As he slouched back in the booth, one foot still hooked by Indigo’s and the other up on the table, knee crooked, he couldn’t help but play with Indigo’s hair. He had his head turned toward the woman, finger idly twirling one of her voluminous curls – her hair was always so soft, it was hard to resist. She’d asked Jameson to tell his story – Adley didn’t interject.

[Kaspar]

Adley’s clear eyes were on him, and it was all Kaspar could do not to lean over and take hold of the man, to bite into that lower lip that kept drawing his gaze. Yes, he was getting closer. Damnit, these people made him hungry. He was winking, and it made Kaspar relax some, he was uninterested in trying to best the man, he didn’t need to. Hel just wanted him, wanted to know more about his nature. He had attention, a beautiful woman touching his hand as if to say yes, leave it there. His lips parted, to sigh or speak words he wasn’t sure he wanted to say, nothing ever made it out because Jameson had arrived.

On the table, he was jumping onto the table like some nimble, troublesome Siamese cat ready to play a trick. He half expected the man would tip the drinks over the three of them and declare it a wet t-shirt contest, or abandon them entirely and fling his body over the trio, demanding they pet him, touch him, scratch behind his ears and call him a pretty boy. He adored Jameson for that, and he didn’t begrudge him attention, even when he took it Kaspar knew they were all still aware of his presence. That was sufficient. “A… Jamie, what is this thing?” He took the drink, staring at it a moment.

It was one of those cocktails where they just threw in whatever they wanted. White spirits, and something green… Absinthe? He shrugged, it was cool and it was in his hand, so he sipped it, a tiny sip so as not to overwhelm his body. He could handle food and drink but not in large amounts, just enough to keep up illusions so far. He’d been warned about it, practice would make it easier. “Thank you, for the uh… For this.” He muttered, once again finding himself seeking out Adley, watching him with his drink, to see if he would partake of it. No, he did not sip it, he pressed it back against Jameson’s lap. Kaspar smirked, watching the pair, he liked watching them both and decided that he wouldn’t mind seeing what they got up to behind closed doors.

In the heat of the club condensation quickly beaded on the glass, sweating as the ice melted amongst the sickly sweet vodka. Bubblegum, he could smell it. The blonde devil leaned over Indigo a moment, hand slipping against her inner thigh as he did. “Adley, I’m thinking Jay is trying to tell you that you aren’t sweet enough. Later, should we find out? How sweet you are? Or just make the man pay for his assumptions.” He waggled his brows playfully, lifting the mood, it had gotten far too hot in the dark little corner of the club and something had to give.

His laughter was light, and a wicked look took hold of his features, turning it on Jay. He placed his drink down, newly freed hand reaching up to grip the man’s hip. Kaspar slid forward in his seat, eyes not leaving Jay’s, until his tongue was able to run up the edge of the glass and collect those beads of liquid that had formed. “Mmm, yes.” He spoke, turning his head to nip at Jamie’s thigh where it remained for a moment, bowed between his legs. “Tell us a story, friend, we all wait on baited breath for you to spin a tale.” Before he was able to move back he was caught up, fingers sinking into his hair, gripping to urge him upwards. Ah yes, the bruising kisses, he wouldn't deny them and took the fierce crush of lips in his stride. He didn't care if the others saw. He was entirely focused on Jameson, ignorant of his hand flexing and stroking over Indie's thigh where it had previously rested so innocently.

Once again he collected his drink, resting back into the embrace of the booth as if he hadn’t just licked suggestively at an item between Jameson’s legs, or had his mouth kissed to near bruising while he'd wrapped those long, ring cover fingers further around a caramel coloured thigh. His shallow breaths would betray him, but no one could hear that in the blessed thrumming noise surrounding them.

[Jameson Dade]

He was right where he belonged. He could see himself reflected in the eyes of the three in front of him, and he reflected them as well, like standing in a room with mirrors on opposite walls. Seemingly stretching into eternity in both directions. That was them right in that moment, a snapshot of Jameson that said everything anyone needed to know about him. A grin tugged at one corner of his mouth as he peered towards Kas after having delivered his drink. "It's called a Zombie. You did ask for something strong, Morningstar." Hel had also asked for something hard, and the sweet juices in the cocktail didn't quite fit that description. But Jay was more than certain he could provide something hard for the rocker. Hell. You could even say he was already working on something stiff for the man to drink. Which was probably pretty evident considering the way he was seated right in front of the trio. But he didn't have to talk about it. None of them did not really. Evidence was there, and while he happened to be on display. Well. He could practically feel the sensual energies rolling off of Adley, and Kaspar, and Indie. We really are all guitar strings, just humming for each other.

"Lets see, it's got brandy, a few kinds of rum, and lime, grapefruit juice, cinnamon, grenad—you know what it doesn't have in it is a shorter list." He decided as Indigo retrieved that drink from between his legs. Talk about the perfect serving platter. He casually slid his own tumbler of gin against the other leg after taking a sip from it. He used the back of his hand to drag across his lips, leaving the back of his hand glossy with the drink. Still covered in paint. Always covered in paint. He could easily be mistaken for a full time artist, even if it's just what he did at the end of the 'day' to unwind, or process the **** of a long night. Maybe the stains were his version of a security blanket. Maybe he just forgot to clean them off, and it was purely subconscious. Maybe he liked the illusion they perpetuated. Indie's fingers dragged across his thigh through the thin, tight fabric of his jeans. Both of his brows moved upwards and he suddenly had this urge to lean closer, until they were face to face, run his fingers through her hair and draw her into a kiss that would leave her breathless and him in an even worse position than he already was. If you could describe his preoccupation with the other three a 'bad' thing. He didn't. The touch was appreciated in the way a man stranded on a tropical island appreciated finding coconuts weighed down with purified water. Yes. Give me more. I need it to ******* survive. I'm parched.

"I would feel bad if you didn't share." He said. Not that she had explicitly been speaking to him. He was like that though. With the people he liked. He would drink after them, eat after them. Like he was terrible at parties because double dipping was 'gross', and he didn't give a **** about germs or anything like that. If he liked you. And he liked them all. So when Adley pushed that bubblegum vodka between his legs, he regarded him with a brief look. He could almost read his thoughts based only on the other man's expression. Or maybe that was just how it looked, because he lifted the vodka in its tumbler and he tipped his head back. His dark hair fell between his shoulder blades. His throat worked and he swallowed it the way one might have water, or fruit punch. Certainly not something as strong as almost straight up vodka. At least, not before the throat had been primed with a decent buzz. And it did burn, but he didn't care. Everything good had a little pain with it. Good rough sex. Good ink on the skin. A good piercing. There were some people who said that any number of those things 'done right', didn't have to feel that way. But that was part of the allure for Jameson. Not that he was a masochist, but he owned every last ******* sensation he felt. Because they were all part of the mess that was him.

He clunked the empty tumbler down on the table to one side. There was a little bit of sweet smelling drink clinging to the inner walls, sliding its way down to pool in a thin layer at the bottom. "I'm not trying to say anything, handsome. Our Adley doesn't drink this kind of stuff, you see. So I was just asking him if he wants me to be sweet tonight. I just have a fucked up way of asking. I got my answer though." He said, his gaze lingering on Adley for a moment, his eyes saying more than his mouth could. They said he was hungry. Starving. His eyes said that there was something Adley could do to him, give him, a way the man could make him feel. And that was theirs, and that was special, intimate in a way that wasn't entirely sexual, and yet had elements of that too. No. Jameson didn't call Adley's masculinity into question. He didn't care about all of that. He didn't get into dick swinging games. He didn't give a **** who top dog was. He just cared that he was on the puppy pile.

But naturally, before he could begin his story, Hel had to steal Jay's attention away from Adley. Kas was drinking, and he was brushing against a thigh. You guys are paying for these pants if they tear. He almost wanted to say. Since he was down there, Jameson's fingers slid through Kaspar's hair. Not intent on keeping him pinned in place, they slowly moved across a scalp, digging their way through the slim tendrils. And he needed to let off some of the steam that had been bubbling inside of him so he leaned as he tugged at that hair so their lips could crush together messily. It was close enough to Indie that she probably could have turned her head and been part of it, just by accident. It was brief and it was hard, and when Jay pulled away, his teeth ached a little bit, and he felt like his lips had swollen just a little bit. But ****. He had a story to tell. Before he got distracted by them all again, and insisted they march out to the dance floor. He had been the one to say they should get a dark booth hadn't he?

"Well the story begins a few years ago, when I was hanging out a lot with this girl named Tara. Dead ringer for Rihanna, but her complexion was darker, bigger boobs, and she was more punk rock than pop. Red hair all the time. Anyway, we got into a ton of ****, sometimes with my ex Max, and sometimes on our own. The three of us heard there was a fair coming into town. We were really drunk that night, and really...other things. Probably tripping. A lot of it is a blur. So we saw that things hadn't been set up by the time we got there. Did you know that ferris wheels take 4 rigs to pull? Anyway, so we had no ******* clue what we were doing, piled into one truck the three of us, and got the hell out of there. We figure. You know, it'd be a good idea to set this up right on the edge of the river. Gorgeous view, right? Up in the sky over the sparkling water and the moonlight."

He paused for a moment, so he could hold each of them, locked gaze to gaze. "Anyway. As it turns out, we only had one third of the damn thing, and none of the pieces needed to put it all together. Like we thought it was all automated. Just hit a button and it pops right up. WRONG. So there we are, in the wilderness, on the edge of the river, with the truck parked on an incline, and no ******* clue how to set it up. We managed to get up like. One of the support beams I think, before we realized we were fucked. So we spent the rest of the night with the three of us all sprawled on the hood of the rig with enough gin, brandy, and vodka to drown an elephant. Woke up the next morning hung over, and in total panic mode. Like we were sure we were going to jail. So we used whatever was leftover in the bottles to douse every surface, and used our shirts to clean it all of prints. Or at least, that was the plan. Fast forward to us walking into town. We had ditched our shirts in the river. So I'm bare chest, Max is bare chest, and there's Tara in her bra, leading the way. We ate a ton of IHOP and then puked our guts out.

Turns out it's not an uncommon thing. They found the ferris wheel part later that day and decided to blame it on teenage pranksters...which I guess we technically were at the time." He shrugged then. His life in a nutshell. It sounded good at the time. Then wait until the **** hits the fan.

[Indigo]

Indie was fascinated to say the very least. The sound of Jay’s voice calling Kaspar, whom she had named Boo for her own reasons, ‘Morningstar”. She needed friends like Kaspar had. Yes, she really did and she would be willing to bet they could use one more as well.

Indigo eyes took in the features of Jay’s face and that hook of a devilish smile was like a magnet for her attention. He certainly was the mischievous sort. She was willing he could take more than a ferriswheel if he had his mind set on it. Her eyes float to the one who is getting the heat of his smile. And yes, it was hot. She could feel the surface of her skin getting warmer by the second.

The drag of his hand across his lips revealed he had something left behind from his earlier evening. That too held her attention. Perhaps it was curiosity of the source. Or perhaps it was where the hand was going. To that intense line of lips that could weave stories of adventures that she would leave her heart racing with anticipation. She thought of drinking the tales in, going on a mind bending heart stopping escapade with him in the lead...or perhaps her instead. Maybe Jameson stole a ferris wheel but she figured he ultimately was one of those roller coaster types when he took a ride. Yes, and what a ride she imagined it would be. The eye contact remained while a brief smile formed. The drink appropriately lifted in her hand to her lips again and she swallowed slowly hoping to cool her insides down.

“I assure you that I will never leave you feeling bad for long, Jay.” Movement. Her hand curled a little tighter around the hand on her thigh. She settled back and instantly felt like a cat basking in the luxury of a sunny window. The possibility of being stroked in all the right spots an attentive guardian would know of was filling her mind. She purred, yes, literally purred out her next word. One she could be held to as many times as he wanted. “Promise.”

It was then that the magic shifted that Jameson could create with barely any effort on his part. It landed on Adley who weighted the position of her foot. She wanted to feel him like that everywhere and from the look in Jameson’s eyes as he spoke of she was clearly wasn’t the only one. Her mind was begging like a silly child holding out for something it was not entirely entitled to but was still putting forth the effort out of maddening desire to obtain.

“Yes, Jameson. Be sweet. Take us all on an adventure that would shut down Disneyland. I am willing to steal Sleeping Beauty castle so we all have a place to hide.”

She felt the sweetness of her drink pool in her mouth and held it there. Savoring the wild mixture of fruit and liquor that suddenly was almost too weak for her ravenous system. She was hungry and all she could smell was the bodies around her. And they were closer than ever as she watched Jay’s hand thread through Kaspar’s golden mane and pull him into a kiss that even she could feel down to the tips of her toes. She could smell the exchange taste it and was so tempted to lean in and make it sweeter. Her fingers inched Kaspar’s hand a little closer to a source of heat that could be a contender for the need of such a kiss then left it there. The three were absolutely hypnotic. Her toes dragged firmly at the back of Adley’s calf and applied pressure until her foot could lock tighter at the back of his leg. Adley’s resistance was tough to crack but she was determined to get deep inside.

While the modern day Tom Sawyer weaved his tale she couldn’t help but giggle, then finally laugh. Her eyes pinned to him, hand on sweet Boo’s and her foot was nearly tempted to lose the heel covering it so she could slide her toes into the snug confines of a sock and perhaps get a little more high and a little less hungry.

[Adley Reed]

It was so easy to sit back and watch the three of them. Kaspar’s little quip promised Adley that he would get some action, eventually; and yet it made him laugh, that full lip of his stretching into a gleaming smile.

”I do the biting,” he said with a knowing wink to Jameson. It was so hard to keep his eyes from that slender throat as the sweet, bubblegum drink was summarily swallowed, gulp after gulp, the Adam’s apple bouncing, the skin stretching over the promise of fresh blood underneath. Tempting as it was to pull Jameson down to force canines into the soft flesh of his neck, Adley resisted. The sweet alcohol wouldn’t have had time to infect the blood, yet. And besides, Jameson had a story to tell.

Adley knew that there was a certain kind of power to be gained by keeping one’s distance. The three of them were so caught up in one another, but he knew that he was on their periphery. He knew by the push of Inidigo’s toes against his calf that she knew he was there, and was aware of his presence. She was not ignorant of his company. Kaspar was having a grand old time, unable to keep his hands (or his mouth) from other of them. Adley was a little more laid back in his approach. Their eyes often sought him out, and by keeping his distance he became an object of mystery. Something they wanted, but which was just out of reach. It wasn’t his style to steal attention – not on purpose. He wouldn’t force it. Instead, he would wait for it to come to him.

Until he was far too hungry to resist, of course. But for now, he was doing just fine.

Rather than launch himself into the fray, Adley instead turned to his constant companion; the heavy camera had been resting against his hip the entire time, but now it was in his hands. He took the cap off and turned the camera on. While Jameson started his story, Adley was distracted just for a few moments as he fiddled with the settings; night mode, low light, minimal flash. He didn’t want these images to be full of squinted eyes and screwed-up expressions. He wanted them to reflect the dark moodiness that they had cultivated for themselves. He tested the settings by taking a picture of the thriving, grinding dancefloor – the flash wasn’t too bright at all, and the image came up just like he wanted it to.

Only then did he turn his focus to the trio; at first, a shot of all three of them, together. And then close-ups – Kaspar’s hand creeping up Indigo’s inner thigh, the arch of Jameson’s neck. Whenever anyone got close to anyone else, he’d capture that breath of a distance. They always liked to say that a picture was worth a thousand words. Adley agreed – so long as the picture was taken correctly, with the right angle. A picture could capture emotion better than a word could. And that was Adley’s goal. As he worked, his blue-green eyes flickered from the camera to the scene in front of him, lower lip pulled between his teeth as he concentrated. Beneath the table, his foot moved, twisted around Indigo’s in a way that denied her the touch of skin against skin. She should have fun tonight. Not fall asleep.