WE ARE YOUNG (Open)

[Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)]

A smile and a nod was given to Robin. "Sorry, Hi I did not notice you earlier it's been kind of a crazy night." A soft laugh as she glanced from Robin to Lincoln then back to Robin. "Everything going okay? Did you need a drink from the special reserves?" She knew a few of who wanted it and all ways tried to ask. Taking a sip of her beer as she listened to the conversations going on in their little combined group.

A glance towards the small pocket watch she pulled from her pocket. Maybe she should have just gone home, but for some reason she wanted to linger. Her common since told her to go but her she was staying and thinking about ordering another beer.

[Salvador (DELETED 8639)]

"What's your definition of fun, Ona?" Salvador asked with his eyes on Sage. His eyes weren't on Sage to keep eyes on him, or out of concern. Sage could take care of himself and if **** went south, Sage would get a boot out the door and Sal would be behind him to kiss any boo-boos that occurred as his *** hit the ground and skidded on it a little. "There are varying degrees of 'fun.'" Sal said with a laugh before her attention shifted to another. That was fine with him, Sal could share and share well. Evidence of this could be seen on the nights Roxi and Sage did their own thing. They would always come back; at least Sage would. That much Sal knew and could count on.

Sal got into his groove as his beer bottle touched his lips, and the amber liquor made its way down his throat. His eyes moved to the guy who called him 'pornstache,' and waited until he was done talking. He glanced towards 'blue eyes,' but wasn't really feeling any vibe from the guy. Not one that kept his interest anyways. "Thanks, baby." Sal said as he put his beer down, eyes sweeping from Lincoln's feet to his chest and then to his face. "If you dig those moves, I've got a ton more I would be more than happy to show you." Salvador then extended his hand, palm flat to the floor. "It's Salvador, or Sal, if you're a really good friend." Salvador turned so his back was to the bar and his elbows held his casual stance up. "And that there..." Salvador pointed to Sage. "Is my sweetheart Sage. And before you ask, yes. Just like the spice. Tasty and enhances every piece of meat it touches." Salvador's eyes drifted off the nameless male to rest solely on Sage before he took a seat at one of two empty stools by the bar.

[Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)]

"Definition of fun?" Another tilt of her head as she pondered that a moment. "I suppose hanging out with friends, enjoying a good drink and dancing. If it's just me I prefer the swimming or a walk in the woods." A small laugh as she added the last bit. She could not help herself, she kinda liked these strangers around her.

Another drink was placed in front of each person in the group, what they had been drinking extra limes just for Sal. She would pay for the drinks with her tip money and offer smiles as she relaxed against the bar. "maybe we should move to a table?"

[Sage]

Sage eyes the one asking about the source of his favored fixes and what appealed to him. It was more of an issue for him since he was finding the wedges of lime failing to serve their intended purpose. He swallowed down what was left in his mouth and reached for a cocktail napkin that happened to be right where he looked for one. While glancing between the two who certainly were dressed to step into any club his fingers skillfully formed a paper rose. Once the small stem was fashioned he leaned over and tucked it behind the ear of his partner in love and crime. A wink was offered as the discussion between Sal and the bartender with all the right curves continued.

"I like it all but really tend to prefer taking trips if you know what I mean. I am not a fan of crashing and burning. Who wants to be numb and unable to enjoy the ride?"

For no particular reason Sage leaned back and rested his elbows on the bar. He gave the pair a little more consideration at being a possibility of sorts. Nothing was exactly pinned down but he was just asked what he liked. Naturally the thought drifted his attention back to the back of Sal and he bit his citrus tained bottom lip while his eyebrows wiggled up and down. Sal introducing him and giving out his name was followed by a knowing mischievous smirk that said he was getting in a mood. a little free fix, a little serving of a Sal sandwich and he would be good for another twenty four hours. He was no superhero with a city to save and he had no prior engagements. He was open and it showed as he blew a kiss to Ona. She had seemed to be tickling his little spoon's fancy so he was more than willing to help the cause and guide it from point a to point b.

“Frustratingly easy is doable. Salt or no salt.” His eyes paused when they landed on Mr. Blue Eyes who was helpfully pointing out his slick suited companion and his obvious impaired condition. “You take what you can get. Am I right? So, what's your poison Mr. Sinatra? Or are you a sweet as honey kind of guy?”

[Lincoln King]

Lincoln took Sal's hand, not sure whether the guy wanted him to shake it, give it a squeeze or kiss it. He did two of three, clutching the hand gently in his, sweeping forwards to bow and press a dramatic kiss against the knuckles. "It's a pleasure, i'm more than certain." It was followed up with a fabulously flirtatious wink before he resumed his previous casual position. The group that gathered clearly had little faith in his wavering sobriety, but his own teasing words coming back to him from Robin's mouth made him smirk and snicker. Sure, he was still well and truly in his right mind but it might be fun to play it up a little if that's what they expected, surprise them later. It was clear from their body language that the other two guys, Sal and Sage, were clearly together to some degree though Lincoln couldn't work out the dynamic. He eventually decided that the one he'd referred to as Pornstache might be the calmer of the pair, more softly spoken and contained than Sage who seemed quite pleased to own up to his addictions. "Nothing much in my bag of tricks for you then, oh Spicy one, though if you mix a few together you could send yourself into a pleasant daze. Mostly stable highs, or controlled downs here." His fingertips tapped casually at the pocket where his little tin of temptations had been unceremoniously shoved, grinning fiendishly across the bar.

The drinks were good, and he was enjoying the company, wondering how long it might take the pair to snatch up the bar maid who seemed utterly enthralled by them. Were they wanting to show her a good time? Briefly he hoped it was nothing more sinister, but brushed the thought aside just as quickly as if it were an irritating insect buzzing about his brain. "Poor Robin here will settle for what is put in front of him, but really he wants a taste of me. I hear i'm delicious, so I completely understand the desire. Hence, the "getting easy" remark... I insisted on a liberal liquoring up before I reason myself to turning in for the night. He's cute and all, but saying yes will mean an end to the evening and frankly i'm feeling rather fanciful and fitfully restless." Lincoln drifted often between speaking in a casual, colloquial manner and moments like this where he seemed to savour, flinging out a few of his favourites in replacement of their commonplace comparisons. It didn't do much for assuring them of his current "not yet gone" state, but he wasn't overly fussed.

[Robin Little]

Robin decided he wasn’t nearly as witty as any of those present. Nor was he nearly as saucy or suggestive. He felt like he was seventeen again having drawn the short straw as designated driver while everyone else at the party was getting absolutely sloshed. Normally those nights would end with all those relying on Robin getting lifts with someone else, or calling for cabs, or crashing on the same couch or in the same room as Robin. Because Robin inevitably gave in. He was one of the clichéd many who couldn’t seem to have fun without a buzz, without a high.

Not that he wasn’t having ‘fun’, he was just finding it hard to loosen up.

A high could be gained momentarily from drug infused blood. It’s why he and Jameson had worked so well. Jameson would get high as a kite and then Robin would indulge. They could relax together, Robin opening up more and more. But then that was gone, and Robin had no others like Jameson. Jameson, who might not have hesitated to let Robin bite him ten minutes ago. Instead, Robin had to remain sober. Compared to those surrounding him, he felt so ******* dull and boring – he wondered if he should just slowly ease himself out of the conversation. Then, when he slipped away, no one would notice.

”I would have said ‘special reserves’,” he said, nodding toward Ona knowingly but with a slight shake of his head – he didn’t want any.

”But they lack a special spark. Unfortunately I seem to be…immune to poisons. The one I might indulge in is playing hard to get,” he said, sliding a playful glare in Lincoln’s direction. ”It’s got nothing to do with how pretty you are, King, and everything to do with how fucked up I’d like to get,” he said. He turned back to the others, to these two men who were so very comfortable with each other, so very easy with their amusement and affection.

Ona would know that he was a vampire. She would know that he worked in this club as a blood doll, to serve the more difficult-to-provide-for clientele. But what about the others? Did they have a clue? Did they care? Or had Lincoln just inadvertently, vaguely thrown him under the bus?

[Salvador (DELETED 8639)]

While Salvador knew about vampires, since nothing specific seemed to imply any male was a vampire, Sal believed it was some sort of flirty innuendos being passed around by the two men. Which had him casting his attention to the both of them for longer than a few seconds in interest. If Lincoln wasn't so inviting of Robin's advances or desires, Sal would have no qualms taking what Lincoln might not want. Robin wasn't ugly by any means, or not of Salvador's tastes (not that he had many, to be fair), so it was all good to Sal. But, what of Ona? Dear Ona. She was a conundrum of sorts. Sal couldn't tell if she was being nice, or if she was flirting. Women were harder to decipher than males, Salvador always believed. If a guy wasn't interested in you, he'd let you know with a big mouth, or a big fist coming at your face. People were so insecure when it came to all things sexual.

"We could..." Salvador agreed at the suggestion of moving to a table, his eyes looking for an open one. There were a few, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to share his potential prize that he was gathering for the night, or if he should be greedy and indulge on entertaining multiple gems for the night. "I like to swim. I know a great place..." Salvador said as he stood, deciding that he would move to a table as to not crowd the bar, and whoever came, came. If it was just he and Ona, fine. If everyone came, well, Salvador would have some choices to make, maybe. "South of town here. In the woods." Salvador left out the part that his version of swimming meant no clothing, as to not potentially chase one of the gems away for now. With his beer in hand, he moved to the table furthest from the bar, so it would be easier for anyone coming along to talk without the prattling of others.

[Sage]

Sage would have a hard time denying that Lincoln's mention of having possession of a little pharmaceutical fun wasn't leaving him the equivalent of Scooby eyeing Shaggy's snack sack when he tapped his pocket. But there was something contending with his appetite to slither through a drug induced wonderland like the snake in the grass that he normally was. His sweet little spoon was toying with a sweet little cherry that could very well be the topping to promising multi-party sundae Sal was known to whip up on short notice.

“Is that so?”Sage eyes Robin when Lincoln points out where Robin’s appetites are really focused.

With a smirk he leaned over and whispered in Ona’s ear with no shame at all in delivering the deep warm tone of suggestion. “I bet you taste far better than he does.” He winked then nodded to Lincoln so Ona knew who he was on about. He licked his lip watching the back of Sal as he migrated to a table. “He is like sugar, sweet heart. You better polish up your sweet tooth and grab a set of spurs.”

While that was sinking in with Ona he switched his attention back to the two that were playing hard to get with each other. Like anyone else would given the nature of the conversation he sized each one up slowly head to toe. A few scenarios went around in his head that had more than one possible solution to their little impasse. The very one that they seemed to be determined to wait out in the favor of the other giving in.

“The way I see it you two need to suck, **** and get it over with.” Another lime wedge all but appeared out of nowhere. His fingers popped it into his lips and he grinned before he started chewing on it like it was no bigger than a piece of popcorn. “Sorry, it is all gauche to talk with my mouthful but I mastered it long ago.” He first looked to Robin then to Lincoln. “He is right. Your pretty mouth isn’t exactly what he is looking for. I on the other hand…” He took the much needed pause to swallow the wad of citrus down. The curl of his tongue suctioned to his top lip causing it to briefly curl inward then released it with a popping sound as he sent it back into his mouth. “Will be over there if you two crazy cats need any more help figuring things out.” He pointed to where Salvador had claimed a table and proceeded in that direction.

[Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)]

A small sip of her beer as she leans and waits to see if anyone was interested in moving. She watched the interaction between the party and smiled slightly. She was not a hard drug kinda girl and just shakes her head some as they talk about pills, she only went a all natural route when she did if ever, mostly it was the occasional drink, sometimes a little more if the right company asked.

A slight lean back and a tilt of her head as he spoke in her ear, so close she could not help but take a deep breath in. Something about smells she loved, so she took in his scent to see what he smelled like. A soft little giggle at the mention of tasting and he might notice a slight flush being so close. "oh I'm not sure about that, I'm sure there are plenty of things sweeter." Another soft laugh.

A glance towards Robin and Lincoln as Sage spoke to the two and tilted her head at the wording. A bright smirk at the statement, then he moved off to a table. Pushing off the bar, grabbing her beer and heading towards the table after Sage.

[Lincoln King]

Lincoln listened with growing disinterest to what the men had to say, and Ona who was most definitely not his type. She seemed pleasant enough, but had yet to show him anything that captured his attention beyond perhaps sparing her a smile and casual greeting if they passed each other in the street. Even then, he certainly wouldn't go out of his way. Sal and Sage had slightly more potential for amusement, but they seemed too interested on working out the puzzle of how they might fit their dicks in and around Ona, something Linc wasn't interested in witnessing or partaking in. It appeared his standards were outweighing his pleasant buzz, and he sure as hell wasn't drunk enough or needy enough to try and fish for attention from a couple of, albeit amusing, messy little street urchins. Maybe he'd run into them again, and enjoy a conversation but right now all it was was a big stinking pile of sloppy innuendos that he was in no mood to lap up. Lincoln King was handsome, he was well dressed and in a good position to get what he wanted in life and in the bedroom, he didn't need to go for sloppy seconds or distasteful dalliances.

When Sage remarked that Ona was likely sweeter he had to laugh, looking the woman over with a critical eye. "Each to their own, or whatever the **** you want to call it." The Sorcerer slid from the bar stool he'd commandeered, downing the last of the drinks he'd ordered and turning on Robin. He didn't speak, merely jutted his jaw casually in the direction of the exit, only turning back to glance at the trio who were heading towards the table. "Oh, pleb, I don't need your help figuring a thing out. I've had my fun, and Robin has been a remarkably good sport dealing with my mercurial nature. You kids have fun, remember to use protection 'cause god knows what you've picked up along the way, Sage. I'd wager it's an almost impressive list though, yeah? Oh..." Linc grabbed out his tin, rummaging through it quickly and pulling it a tiny square tab, inside a small plastic baggie. He moved towards the man, not hesitating as he slipped the lightweight package into the back pocket of his pants, giving his backside a sharp pat. "I've got no need for this... You can thank me some other time. I've got a party to get to where there is a veritable feast of trips just begging to be partaken in." And with that he was separating himself from them entirely, an arm wrapping lazily over Robin's shoulders as they made towards the exit and what other delights the evening held for them.

"Party number two, Robin? I've got an appetite for anywhere but here." Were the last words that drifted from him as the door swung shut at their backs.