[thread] Just a little perv?

[yesimevil]

Characters: OU: Harth Fray, OU Schuldig, Open (after Schuldig posts)
Where: The strip club and later The plaza
When:The third stage, at night
Summary:Harth has a conversation with Schuldug
Warnings: Who knows, hopefully a vampire bite?

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[wicked_finesse]

Schuldig had just come off the stage, and was hanging out behind the curtain they'd set up, grabbing a drink of water. He and Alema had taken a break from the strip club for a few days after that hallucination the Entropi had given them all. Time off for psychological reasons, and all that.

Really, more for the patron's psychological reasons. Everyone had reacted to it, though in so many different ways. Schuldig had hated the hallucination itself, of course. He didn't like not being able to 'hear,' and he liked the dying part even less. But the aftermath? Delicious. He hadn't been able to hear this much since he'd gotten here, hadn't felt so much himself.

He didn't hear his name himself, but he picked it up, reverberating in a random patron's subconscious, heard but not registered. Trying to find the origin, he skimmed the minds, but he couldn't 'hear' anyone looking for him. Curious, he poked his head around the edge of the curtain.

[yesimevil]

"There you are." Harth gleamed. "So... Schul.. Hows business?" He walked over to a table and took a seat, leaning over the table, his palm to his chin. He seemed fairly level today. He was putting his best foot forward to get an in with the psychic. After all, with their past, he couldn't exactly make mistakes.

[wicked_finesse]

Schuldig gave the vampire a twisted smirk at his greeting. It seemed maybe he'd been serious about talking after all. He'd come to Schuldig's territory, after all, and with plenty of witnesses around.

But just because the vampire didn't plan to do anything to him here didn't mean Schuldig would be trusting him. Their last encounter had hardly led to pleasant feelings toward the vampire. And without being able to reach the vampire's mind, all Schuldig had as a weapon against him was his speed, really.

He walked over to the table Harth had chosen, an almost liquid prowl. This was Schuldig's space, and all the people here could become his human shields in the space of a breath should the need arise, now that the cuff wasn't limiting him any longer. "What brings you around?" he asked smoothly as he took a seat.

[yesimevil]

"I did mention we'd play again, wouldn't I? Much as I'd like to spin you about the fun we had last time? I wasn't playing at my best." He replied, waving a hand, dismissing it all. He smiled, baring his all too human teeth at the young man now sitting beside him. It was Schul's grace now, his movements that really caught his attention. It wasn't unlike that of a predator, smooth and silent. Harth could respect that.

"I'd like to set aside our little scrape before.. Won't apologize, but I'd like to pretend it never happened.." He pursed his lips, letting his expression fall.

"I think we'd work well together, ya see.. Partners.. Cause some chaos. Roll some heads." He pauses for effect.

"Of course, I mean that figuratively."