[Thread] I'll grind against your bones until our marrows mix.

[dog_eatdog]

Who: Giovanni-dog_eatdog  Nagi-striginae  Irvine- ladiesmanirvine - OPEN
Where: Sextasy Nightclub. Unf.
When: Sometime during the evening.
Summary: The Dog is loose, and where does he go? To see if he can pick up information on a number of individuals.
Rating: PG-13 Eh-- this could be ify depending who shows. Subject to change.
Other: Okay so this is Gio's first REAL

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[striginae]

If Giovanni had been watching the back of the club carefully, then he might have noticed a figure emerge from one of the private rooms -- looking terribly out of place. And Nagi was quite aware of how much he didn't belong here, amidst the flashing strobe lights and heart-stopping bass beat and writhing bodies grinding against each other. Even dressed more casually than usual -- jeans, shirt, light jacket -- trying to seem inconspicuous -- he felt uneasy here. From the crowd, a scantily clad young girl -- probably a hooker -- beckoned at him, and he flashed her an uneasy smile before giving her a wide berth

[dog_eatdog]

There was no movement in the canine’s leisurely demeanor, the digits on the right of his clasped palms eventually began an idly drum against the knuckles. Shadowed forms passing over the curve of reflection in those insect like sunglasses as Giovanni continued to observe this carnal world around him, people, were such interesting prospects…

However in the same instance they could be rather insipid. Already the hypnotizing weaving of intermingling creatures was a bore to the bowl-cut man, fingers dragged apart, a elbow propping against the surface of his table as a palm gently clutched the bone structure of his jaw, those lips straight in a expression of blank tedium.

All of that ceased however as one of those shadows broke forward, body catching against the surface of his table sending a vibration underneath his elbows- chin lifted as hidden slender brows rose in mock surprise. Well what was this? The man who was staggering up apologizing while skittering back did elicit some interest in the hounding collard Dog. It was better than

[striginae]

For a moment, he felt a shiver run down his spine -- there was something about that grin that was mildly unnerving. Too wide. Too clean. Too -- pleased. -- no, no, it was probably just the smoke in the air that was making him feel like that. No need to feel so wary about a stranger, right? The smile was returned politely, along with a weak laugh. "Is it that obvious?"

(Of course it was. He knew better than anyone else that this wasn't somewhere he belonged.)

His voice sounded just the slightest bit odd, here -- the way it almost melded into the deep electronic beats that resonated through the air -- the way it almost, almost fit in with the synthetic melody, standing out harshly from the organic sounds of the crowd. Instinctively, he reached for the scarf wound about his neck -- a nervous habit that presented itself whenever he felt uneasy -- as it always did when he lied. (He'd never been much of a liar. Deception just didn't run in his veins.)

"A -- friend dragged me here despite my protests." A mediocre lie at best, but

[dog_eatdog]

Unknown to the unnerved form before him a series of states were being uploaded within his mind as unreadable lenses kept they’re fixed stare on the out of place Man. A uneasy looking scarfed man being presented along the curved shine of tinted plastic to stare right back at the reflection’s owner. The Alpha Omega hound didn’t see any reason to confirm the scarf wearing man’s suspicions about sticking out like a sore thumb, instead that thin smile invaded a few inches more along the partially hidden countenance

[ladiesmanirvine]

Irvine set out for the club on a mission, one that had no relevance to the club happenings. He walked to the bouncer and was immediately denied access. Irvine then sighed and said to the bouncer, "Hey, I just want to go in there and get a few drinks...bars are way too noisy." Irvine then extended his hand out to the bouncer as both shook hands. The bouncer then let go with now some money in hand as he let Irvine pass inside the club

[dog_eatdog]

Manicured nails pinched against the solid plastic frames that perched against the bridge of his nose. Lifting the object up shadows from his bangs did well to obscure the visage…though the lines of two crossing scars could just barely be spotted if someone glanced his way long enough. It was when those lenses resettled over his eyes did the bowl-cut blonde even notice the oddest sight of a cowboy-hat wearing man at the bar. It seemed rather silly to be dressed as such in such post-modern scenery.

But looks alone weren’t enough to keep his attention, casually the orange lenses would aim in the direction of minglers as his ears took in the voices around him, gathering bits of information only to forget it soon enough when he’d label it garbage to someone as himself. He didn’t need to know where a hit was going, or where the girls were easy. However, words managed to penetrate past that net, the canine’s skull turning only slightly as he heard words passed between two voices.

"I need to know some information...on a missing person."

“

[ladiesmanirvine]

Irvine really wasn't in the mood for things like sarcasm, and heard the chuckle and the quote the man had gave. Irvine looked at him displeased and replied, "Really? Then how would you get information? By evesedropping on people?" Irvine then turned away for a moment and pulled something from his pocket, a picture. Irvine thought to himself, "Rinoa, you'll have to forgive me for taking one of your pictures." Irvine then got up from his position and moved closer to the man in the orange sunglasses.

Irvine then relaxed and said, "You'll have to forgive me, I'm a little stressed out. But perhaps you can help me with some information...that is, if you have any."

[dog_eatdog]

“It is certainly better than insulting potential sources of information, cowboy…” Unphased with the haphazard verbal nip of annoyance the other displayed the blond only allowed his smile to crawl a few more centimeters along his face. Hand still holding his chin up he watched with mild interest as that cowboy-hat wearing brunette turned briefly away to fiddle with something or other before once again turning his way and offering the image of a sable haired young woman