INTRO || NO EVENT || HEAVY APHRO

[shittyattitude]

"I wish somebody would tell me what in the fuck is going on here." The man in the ragged, bloodstained white suit stopped to lean against a wall, adjusting his open collar. Underneath, scratches and bruises abounded, and he looked the sort who'd been through the wringer, as a stray animal, with a curious sort of detachment

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[lifehasamelody]

Contrary to Nicholas, the tall, long-legged blonde in the red dress looked immaculate. Almost too much so. Definitely not like a survivor of a zombie apocalypse. The look she gave him was curiosity, mixed with the sort of wide-eyed interest with which a cat might have regarded a mouse it has trapped between its paws. She seemed to be ignoring the blood on his suit. It wasn't an uncommon sight for people to show up here fresh from some traumatic incident or another.

He was new - that was obvious enough. And that the drugs in the air were having an effect on him... well, that was obvious, too. Alison wasn't affected at the moment, by some unfathomable mercy of the hotel; but then again, she didn't necessarily need to be.

Her smile was more like a smirk, confident and unconsciously sensual. "Welcome to the Love Hotel," she told him wryly. "You should get used to it; you'll be stuck here indefinitely." Not that that was all that bad, depending on whom you asked. She didn't seem to mind, by looking at her.

[shittyattitude]

"Uh." Ordinarily Nick was more suave, but he found himself somewhat distracted. A normal person, hallelujah!

Wait, there was always a catch.

"...Stuck here? --oh, no, I don't think--I mean I'm more the wandering, roguish sort, untethered by petty restraints." Like responsibility, and the law.

"You get it, right? I can't be stuck here."

[lifehasamelody]

Alison's brows arched a little at that, and she laughed. "We're all stuck here. I've been here for... about four months, give or take."

She leaned one hand on the wall, the other running loosely through her hair, tugging it back from her face slightly. That smirk hadn't left her lips.

"This place doesn't seem to care who we are. It seems to have a mind of its own. Don't ask me how it works."

Magic is the common belief, but Alison's still not sure it's what she believes. There's no question that something does control the hotel, however, and she's had to accept that.

[shittyattitude]

"This isn't an eel trap, lady, I got in, I can get out." Sure, he didn't remember how he got in, but surely that was more to do with all the high velocities at which his head had made contact with various hard surfaces, and not voodoo sex magic.

"What're you smiling at?" He made no attempt to conceal himself, making temporary fists instead, not at all happy with how events were unfolding.

[lifehasamelody]

"People have tried. There's no exit. Unless the hotel lets you leave." She gave him a look through her lashes. "Magic, if you want to call it that."

Alison wouldn't mention the drugs just yet. He'd figure that out by himself eventually, if he hadn't already realized something was off.

"Relax. Don't get so defensive." She leaned in toward Nick, just a little but enough to be felt. "You're safe here, more or less." It was then that she seemed to take notice of his bloody suit, though it didn't seem to bother her or make her nervous. "Safer than wherever you just were, I'm guessing."

[shittyattitude]

"Well I'm going to kick this hotel's ass until it lets me leave." Apparently satisfied that his daily dose of badass machismo was satisfied, he let his gaze wander down her body. She was a looker, all right, and he liked the view. Worse, he suspected she knew he like the view. Almost against his will, he relaxed.

"Yeah, it was pretty shit there." He agreed, reaching up absently to brush her hair away from her face, "--Maybe--...Maybe I'll stay put a little while."

[lifehasamelody]

"Mm." She gave a little chuckle at that. "You might decide you like it here." It wasn't all that bad, once you got used to it - but that was simply her opinion, after all.

At his touch on her hair, Alison leaned into him just a bit more, subtly. "That might be a good idea," she replied. She hadn't missed the way he'd looked her over, definitely knew he liked what he saw; the once-over she gave him in return wasn't subtle in the slightest, and then she met his eyes with a wicked little grin.

"Do I get to know your name?"

[shittyattitude]

"Not saying it's impossible," Nick fell to stroking her cheek, much as someone might pet a cat.

"Sure, it's Nick. What's yours, sweetheart?"

[lifehasamelody]

"Alison." The look she gave him was knowledgeable, like she'd played this game a hundred times before. And she had - she knew the fine points of seduction, knew about manipulating desire; but with how aroused Nick quite clearly already was, she wasn't sure he'd have much interest in them.

Instead, Alison edged just that much closer to him; their hips almost brushed as she slid one hand up along his neck, spurred on by his touch. If he wasn't going to be shy of physical contact, she certainly wasn't either.

"I don't know about you," she continued, "but I don't think the hall is the best place for conversation." Or other things, either, really. "Should we go somewhere else?"

On another person, that suggestion might have been innocent. On her, even though her tone was as mild as could be, the words fairly dripped with innuendo. They were so close together, his hand on her cheek, her fingertips brushing down along his throat, that it was impossible not to know what she really meant.