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It was summer, but Sal dressed like it was still early spring, or late fall. Long sleeves, that were rolled up a quarter of the way up the lower length of his arm, pants and a worn pair of dress shoes, his sister Marisole stole for him, from his dad's closet. She didn't have any money to give him, not at the age of sixteen, but since their dad was only a half size bigger than Sal, she took them. It was her hope that if he had nice shoes (Even as worn out as they were), he would be able to get a job and get his own place and better himself. The shirt, was also second hand, slightly faded, along with the black jeans. They had all gotten a fair few wears out of them before Sal picked them up at the shelter for dirt cheap.

He wasn't cold. And he would probably sweat his butt off before getting to the club tonight, but being clothed from neck to toes served two purposes for the guy. The first, was to hide any and all track marks from the various uses of drugs in the last couple weeks. The second, was more personal. It was like Salvador's personal armor, defending him from the negativity that surrounded him. People like him.

Before he left the shelter, Sal made sure to stop in where all the beds were at and make sure someone, at least Roxi or Sage, at the very least knew he was going out. "Cupcake!" His tenor voice called out when he saw the guy, hand in the air, trying to catch his attention. "Going out, sweets. I probably won't be back until the place opens again. Going to that vampire club." Sal gave him a kiss to the cheek, before letting his hand roam through his own damp, black hair. "Tell Roxi?" He didn't see her, but that didn't worry him. Sal knew she was somewhere in the shelter, probably by herself, getting away from some of the closed minded assholes in this place. Sal embraced Sage from the side before heading out.

It wasn't anything to worry about. One, two, or all of them not coming back to the shelter at some point. If you went out, you made sure to find a reason (someone) to spend your night with, so you don't end up on the streets, roughing it. No one ever worried about the other. They always came home. Their trinity, the trio had seen four years together and seen it all, and it only made them stronger as individuals and collectively.

When he got to the club, Sal took everything in. He had been here once before. He never saw any vampires, but people told him they were here. Maybe it was the theme. People pretending to be vampires once they were in here? With only a few colorful bills; a few low denomination colorful bills, Sal progressed to the bar in search of a drink and maybe even some company.

Lexington cursed internally as she pulled off the red tee shirt with the diner logo on it, ignoring the looks received. It was a daily routine she tolerated, waitressing. She and London both had their inheritance, but despite their ability to ‘live large’, it seemed neither sister could spend too much of the murder money - at least it was how Lex viewed it. The two twins coped differently. One disappeared from the world, the other became a workaholic. There were little tasks that Lexington left her sister throughout the day to try and pull her back outdoors - it had been a few years since the murders.

She knew the scars would always remain.

But, rather than show them, as the black roses that ran along her shoulder and onto her shoulder blade proved, Lexington also knew how to hide them. Both emotionally and physically.

As she walked, the sorcerer adjusted the black crop top that she had hidden underneath her work short and rubbed the back of her head. Dark red strands clung to her skin, Lexington ultimately pulling her hair into a top knot as her bangs fell into their natural place while she walked. The apartment wasn’t too far away, yet she didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want to tell London that once again, she had punched her manager - the telltale marks were there against her knuckles, slightly swollen and discolored.

However, her sister would also know the moment a video game would be set in her lap. It was an unspoken way of telling her something had happened, really. And it was because she hadn’t wanted to go home yet that Lexington found herself standing at the corner of the Necropolis Nightclub. She was familiar with the cafe next door, she hacked there regularly and had spent enough time in the mall around the block as a teenager, but never had she stepped foot inside.

A lot of it was because of the vampiric clientele, rumored or not. She didn’t fancy getting bitten, or worse, and doing that to her sister. But after a long day at work, and a possible pending lawsuit, she blew air heavily out her nose and stepped inside, letting her blood be taken and a hiss escaped past her lips. The familiar weight of her pocket knife made it a bit of a comfort as she looked around, taking in the atmosphere. Years of working with the public kept her expression carefully blank rather than reveal her shock.

It was definitely not what she expected.

The Necropolis wasn't usually his style, Lincoln King was many things but someone who was overly keen on biting a vampire or being bitten by one he was not. Sure, he was the owner of a business that had developed an app and website for just such interactions but it didn't mean he had to partake. He was there to meet up with the guy he'd bought at the auction, he'd come to check it out due to morbid curiousity and the quiet, blue eyed man had caught his eye. While waiting he'd leaned against the bar, letting one of the stools support his tall frame though he felt in all honesty his height wasn't exactly designed for it and kept one foot firmly on the ground while the other found purchase against the built-in foot hold. His hand reached into his pocket to pull out a money clip, extracting a few bills and passing them across the bar as he ordered a honey whiskey on the rocks, a little sweet with the fire that would burn down his throat.

The sorcerer was dressed sharply, and tried hard to keep the scowl of contempt out of his expression as he glanced around. For the most part the clientele were behaving, he had witnessed one desperate looking male clad in squeaky pvc glancing around with eager eyes, running them over each new entrant to the establishment as if he was hoping they would be a vampire. Lincoln had dropped him a business card, and watched as he eagerly downloaded the app, occasionally glancing at it and swiping. It was most definitely a source of wry amusement for him, whatever floats some people's boats, he figured.

Lincoln too would occasionally look towards the door, he'd seen a dark haired man enter, young and scruffy, and now a flustered looking woman clearly just off work. Neither of them looked like this was their dream location either, making Lincoln smile coyly around the rim of his glass as he took a sip of the liquor within. People watching was passing the time, and he caught gazes with the man coming to get a drink, dropping him a companionable wink.

Tonight she was working, along with a few other girls. She was behind the bar serving up drinks, everything from bottled beers to mixed drinks. As always when she worked her she was dressed in one of her corset tops, this one was a suede in a dark purple with black leather pants and high heels. Her dark red dreads where pulled back and clipped at the back of her head to keep it from getting in her way and along one arm and across her shoulders was the large vine like tattoo in black. A friendly smile to anyone who came towards the bar and quick serve was to be expected.

The clubs music was something Salvador could certainly enjoy and lose himself in for a while. He looked around for any and all familiar faces, landing on the occasional female, or male, before pulling out a few bills he had stuffed in the multiple pockets of his pants. All in all, he had enough for one drink, which was better than most nights. He was just about to order a drink from a woman with quite the tattoo when he heard Sage's comment. While some, if not all, would greet Sage's comment with something wry and demeaning about the club, Salvador just turned to look at the guy who saw things for what they really were, instead of how Sal saw them. With slightly rose tinted glasses.

"What's up?" Sal glanced down to what could be up (and was) and then wrapped an arm around Sage's waist and drew him inside of Sal's frame. "Everything. The club, the music, the people. Isn't this place grand?" Sal waved to the woman behind the counter. "Get this delicious morsel whatever his little heart desires. He needs it more than I do." Salvador patted Sage's hand affectionately before pulling Sage down by his shirt to give him a kiss on the lips. His tongue slid between his lips as soon as they parted, searching for the culprit that attempted to end Sage's life prematurely. "You taste delicious. A little tart though, sweetie. Lemon?" Salvador asked with a slap on the man's *** before pulling him into his lap. A bit forward for Salvador, but this was as far as he generally took things in public; tending to be a lot more reserved about their relationship(s) than the other two.

"My treat. Order whatever you want. This peach of a dear will get you whatever you need." Salvador's gaze landed on Ona, or more specifically the pieces of tattoo that he could see from over Sage's body. A song suddenly popped on and Salvador was practically jumping on the chair at the bar, before he slapped the few dollars on the counter and slipped out from under Sage. "Get the drink Cuppycake and come meet me on the floor." He was gone without anything else to say.

A bright smile was give to the pair as they linger at the bar. A nod was given to Sal before she looked towards Sage. Wiping the bar down as she waited to see what Sage might want. Sliding a beer down to one of the other tenders as she asked for it and she was closest to the cooler they where in.

Robin's appearance was welcome, this would be their second meeting to try and discuss details of the auction and what Robin would in fact be doing for Lincoln. They'd failed spectacularly on their first attempt, the pair had spoken briefly about it though mostly it ended up being a getting to know you session that ended in a warehouse party to end all warehouse parties. Weren't they always? Linc had woken with lightly swollen lips, a killer hangover and a strange sense of memory loss. He'd looked through his phone for evidence but any texts sent appeared to be fairly safe, and upon messaging Robin he was told he got a little rowdy but in a fun way. Nothing bad, no bruises and no bodies. Well, except for the body that was draped across his chest, her blonde hair a mess about her pretty face as she stretched leisurely in the golden sunlight of the early afternoon.

Linc's bottom lip had been sucked between his teeth, the slightest frown creasing his brow as the memory, or lack there of, nagged at him. His reverie was interrupted by another's man approach and subsequent choke upon a piece of lime. Lincoln moved as if he might stand, ready to knock against the guy's back but he managed to get it out himself and was busy draping across the dark haired man waiting. Broad shoulders lifted in a shrug, the coast appeared clear and so his most charming smile was flashed at Robin. "Hey, Blue Eyes. Yes, I suppose you still owe me, taking you to a party doesn't necessarily count. Did anything... New... Happen or are we still searching?" The details were still a little fuzzy, Robin's casual assurances that it was fun aside.

The barmaid approached, Linc ordering himself honey whiskey on the rocks and for Robin a glass of wine, he figured it was a safe bet based on their previous discussions. The pair beside him were briefly handsy and while he knew it rude to glance their way he couldn't help himself, it was a bit of a display and they stuck out like a sore thumb as it was. Some sordid little part of him approved, **** expectation and all that. The music had been ok so far but nothing worth note, Linc had felt an itch to dance since the party, only a couple of nights but he'd been tempted to ask Robin to meet him at another club where talking was totally off the table, just flashing lights, heavy bass and movement.

It wouldn't be smart, and so he'd opted for smart. Familiar, his terms and not...

His head shook abruptly, unwilling to let the thought burrow in too deep, to sow it's seed because no doubt any small trigger would make it sprout into a ******* forest that quickly became dark and all consuming. Dark. He felt a blurring around the edges of his vision, like it was narrowing, become tunnel vision. His focus drifted, those pale green eyes falling on the few bodies that littered the dance floor. If he just turned his head, if allowed himself to look out the corner of his eye it would be all over, he would lose the fight and lose his mind. It took all he had in him to snap back to the matter at hand, a cold sweat breaking out, stinging across his spine as he took the drink pushed towards him. It was a lifeline thrown his way, and Lincoln clung to it, a few bills passed across the bar. "Keep the change, thank you." His voice sounded rough to his own ears, quickly sipping the drink to settle his fraying nerves, covering up the brief episode with a dazzling smile to Robin. "Any propositions for your favourite Monarch?" Deft fingertips slid into his pocket, closing around a small mint tin which he thumbed open without looking, tipping it until a familiar shape fell into his palm, a small curved pill. The tin was snapped closed and pushed back out of sight, the pill popped into his mouth without a word and crushed between his teeth, the remnants washed down with a deep draw of his drink. Just a few hours, it would buy him just a few hours.