Day of Restoration: Nightmode's Victorian Fetish Ball

[Levi DAmico]

That drink sounded like both a good and terrible idea – though of course he had it in his head that Lorelai meant the alcoholic variety. On the one hand, a bit of booze might help him relax a little bit. On the other, it might help him relax a little bit. The last thing he should do is open his mouth on how he really felt about things – those filters were in place for a reason.

Levi shook his head to her request and gave Lorelai’s hand a squeeze. “How about, we play a game instead,” he offered, eyes tracking the only people brave, or stupid, enough to enter the dance floor. “Do you know those people?”

[Lorelai]

Lorelai’s golden locks shuddered slightly as she shook her head.

“No. Mordechai is the only one here that I know. Oh, and you of course.”

She smiled brightly at the man she was all too fond of. His umber eyes might often be filled with negativity but she saw only goodness in him when she looked upon them; she was, as always, the eternal optimist and actively sought the goodness in those around her. Though the same was perhaps not true when it came to Azreath and Mordechai, though for completely different reasons.

“Do you know anyone?” she asked curiosly.

[Levi DAmico]

“Nope.” His pool of known Vampiri was small and insignificant. “But seeing as how you’ve gotta do what Prudence tells ya and make friends… Why don’t you go introduce yourself to…”

Levi looked around the room to pick on anyone who took his fancy. The male amid the flock of females caught his eyes if for nothing more than he was the odd one out in their party. But, Levi figured that it might be too intimidating to start there. Then he looked around the edges of the room, to the darkened corners where a single brunette was standing. She looked about as menacing as a daffodil. Levi nodded in the woman’s direction.

“To her. Get her name, make small-talk... And I’ll reward ya.”

[Lorelai]

Lorelai looked to the corner of the room, to the person she thought Levi was pointing to. She didn’t know the woman but she looked nice enough; though it soon struck her that she might be trying to avoid people, what with standing on her own and all.

“I’m not sure she wants to be disturbed,” Lorelai said, hoping to get out of having to cross the club to make the introduction.

What she did do however, was offer the woman a small wave. If she looked at her with any interest then there was possibly the hope of making a welcomed introduction, as opposed to the unwelcomed one she was expecting.

“I don’t need a reward Levi. I’d do it just because you asked. If you really want me to that is?”

The hem of her dress swished over the floor as she waited for his reply.

[Constance]

Dressed to the nines in her leather dress, thigh high boots and dark make-up, Constance made her way into the Ball. She had never been one to turn down a party, and when she had received the invitation, she just knew it was the perfect place to unwind. Casually forwarding the invitation to her best friend, she tucked her phone away. She knew the blonde wouldn’t turn her down. Tossing her honey colored locks over her shoulder, she made her way to the wall and settled against it. She wasn’t normally a wallflower, but as her amber gaze swept the room, she noted not a single person she knew. “This should be an interesting night,” she mused, fingers tapping against her thigh in time with the beat of the music.

[Freyja]

A soft, gentle sigh left her lips as she pushed her fingers through her silky golden locks. She bounced on the toes of her white heels as she stood outside the club. Her fingers brushed along the hem of her white lace dress, her nails raking against the skin of her thighs. She pressed her lips together, working her gloss smoothly across the smooth flesh. She grinned, and slipped her way inside.

Unlike her best friend, she made her way into the middle of the room. She was never a wallflower, and she didn’t know she could manage it if she tried. She liked the limelight far, far too much. She pulled her phone from the white leather clutch she carried and shot her friend a text, before her icy blues scanned the room.

She was out, and she was more than ready for a good time. She needed it.

[Rain (DELETED 5917)]

She had scanned the invitation quickly and put it aside, though as the day had continued, she found herself wondering more and more if she should go. Before she even knew what she was doing, she had bought herself a dress and a pair of heels and made her way to the club. She was hardly a week old, and she was already throwing herself to the wolves. “Mora would be so proud,” the Mystic chuckled.

She had left a note telling her family where to find her, but she hadn’t waited to see if they wanted to join. She was a woman of independence and adventure. The nickname ‘trouble maker’ wasn’t given to her for nothing, after all. She knew, if they wanted her, they would find her.

[Levi DAmico]

At first it sounded like Lorelai was trying to weasel out of Levi’s idea of a game, which he would have accepted as a return on his unwillingness to dance. Still, Lorelai did make the effort to give the woman a wave, which was something. Levi gave a wry smile, then shrugged his shoulders at her subsequent words.

“If you don’t wanna play, that’s fine. I guess it’s your turn to make a suggestion then.”

The only thing he really wanted to do was leave after all. He didn't know how to be sociable and he didn't do parties at the best of times. Somehow, being surrounded by all these out-and-out Vampiri felt more like work to him, so relaxing was definitely a card that wasn’t on the table.

[Sundial]

Dande was on her way home from the "slums" when she picked up some chatter, spoken by a group of street chicks, as they stood circled up on one of the corners, passing a Newport between them.

"Fishfest" was all she needed to hear, to know that she needed to hurry up and find Sunny, so she could tell her about what she had heard. They HAD to go! In the blink of an eye, she was there.

"We HAVE to go to this thing that's happening over at "Nightmode" the pitch of her voice raising slightly with each word. It was then that her small hand clasp hold of Sun's tightly as she lovingly tugged her along.

"It's a FISHFEST! We love fishfests!" she squealed excitedly, choosing not to mention that they had never actually gone to one, but if they did, Dandelion knew they would LOVE IT!

[Lorelai]

"Do we have to play a game? Can't we just be us and be here?" she asked, her eyes still on the brunette. “Though I am curious now as to what my reward would have been.”

Lorelai’s cheeks flushed with colour; as comfortable as she was with Levi, she was still embarrassed by her behaviour when he was around.

Dance with him. Just because he doesn’t dance, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t.
No. I can’t do that. Not here. Maybe if we were alone.
Then get him alone?
But… I came to be sociable. I got all dressed up.
I know and we look great but still…

Lorelai ignored her conscience and squeezed his hand. She was content just to be near him and the fact that he’d taken time out to come and see her meant the world to her, because despite what he said she knew he was busy.