OPEN LOG: Opening night at Fangtasia

[vampingitup]

Who: Eric Northman, the vampires of Siren's Port and YOU
When: Saturday Night, sundown
Where: Fangtasia, Sector One
Summary:  Fangtasia's opening night, and the place is thumping. It promises to be an exciting experience.
Warnings: Vampires. Please add your warnings in your comment headers as necessary.

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[proxysearch]

[Loud music, crazy makeup... She might seem a hypocrite - though she's not wearing eyeshadow tonight - but this is a little much. She's dressed in her usual, which doesn't stand out at all. In fact, she fits right in with this place, much to her chagrin. Her eyes are on the crowds at all times and she doesn't stay in one place too long. She's here to investigate, after all, and not to really enjoy herself.]

[mrbigandbad]

I'm surprised to see you here.

['sup, Re-l, smelled you and thought he'd say hello.]

[proxysearch]

[She looks over at him, raising an eyebrow.]

As surprised as I am to find you here, I suppose.

[mrbigandbad]

[he shrugs.] I got an invite.

What about you?

[rapturescreed]

[Raul of course had to come; every time a new club opened in the port, he had to be there for it's opening, to check out what the new competition would be like. However, this place was much different then he was used to; he'd declined to enter Purgatory for this same reason.

But this was interesting. Vampires were not something he dealt with on a daily basis, though he was sure some of his own club goers were among them. But a place entirely dedicated to the vampire culture, with humans as the minority in this group. Well. Raul would just be watching his drinking for the night, a glass around in hand as he frowned at the loud pounding of the music.

This wasn't his traditional scene.]

[proxysearch]

[It's later on in the night when she spots him and she doesn't quite believe it's him at first. She eventually makes her way over when she sees some woman eying him up and she touches his arm.]

What are you doing here?

[rapturescreed]

[He takes a sip of his drink and looks to her in surprise.]

Re-l. I didn't expect to see you here. I'm here checking the competition.

[proxysearch]

Likewise. Of all people...

[She shrugs, leaning back against the bar. Better to put her back to something. She's terribly paranoid these days.]

I'm working, personally, or I wouldn't be here.

[vw_coyote]

[Vampires. She'd once willingly walked into the seethe. Once, she'd unwillingly walked into the seethe, having no other choice. She dealt with Stephan on a daily basis when his van needed repairs, and had even bought him that ridiculous Scooby Doo.

But this was different. The music hurt her sensitive ears but she didn't care. She wanted to see this place for herself. So, she stepped into the club, even though it made her want to curl her lip and have four feet instead of two.

Gabriel would forgive her for cheating on Purgatory. She hoped.]

[wickedclever]

[Elaine should have probably known better. But there was some part of her that needed to know what went on in the club. Whether it was as above-board as Eric claimed--or at least as above-board as it could be with vampires involved--or not.

She was glad, at least, that she spotted someone that she recognized, and immediately began threading her way toward Mercy to introduce herself.]

[vw_coyote]

[Mercy was going to make herself claustrophobic. Places like this just weren't meant for shapeshifters like her. Sighing, she tipped the bartender. Then she smelled something... different. Harry's scent. But she didn't see Harry anywhere. Turning, she saw Elaine and cleared a space for her.]

[wickedclever]

[Elaine would smell like Harry after living in his house for a week. Using his soap. Sleeping in his arms.

She moved into the space beside Mercy and offered a wry smile. It was loud. And crowded. But then, she had been living in LA before coming to the Port, so it was nothing she couldn't handle.]

Casing the joint, are you?

[underachieves]

[Shikamaru's there all night, and he's already been fed on once or twice before doors even open. It means that he's not quite in the mood for dancing even though he still has V coursing through him (--it's a high that seems to last forever). He's happy with his thoughts and the flashing lights, more content than ever to be a wallflower. He looks disheveled, pale and sweaty, but there's no sign of bite marks. And he's just smiling to himself, leaning up against the wall furthest from the entrance.]

[sequincy]

- Shikamaru! [he's not sure he'll even be heard over the heavy thump of the bass. Uryuu gives a small wave as well, just to be sure. He's only a few yards away, but there's a large throng and a pole dancer on a podium between them.]

[underachieves]

[Oh, he hears Uryuu clearly. As if he's standing right beside him, actually. And a second later, he is; draping his arms over Uryuu's shoulders to give him an embrace from behind.]

Oh hey! What're you doing here?

[sequincy]

[- energetic.

Uryuu jolts with surprise, then catches one of the hands draped over him.] I'm here for you. Don't you remember asking me to come out?

[Strange. I can't smell alcohol on his breath...]

[sequincy]

[the last place anyone with low blood pressure should be is a vampire bar, but Uryuu isn't here for his own sake tonight.

Clearly uncomfortable with the crowd and the theme and the pulsing music, the Quincy weaves through the lounge, simply trying not to touch anyone.]

[goldilocked]

[He nearly bumps into someone wearing fairly elaborate - and expensive-looking- pre-Victorian clothing.]

Ah- Hey! Hello.

[sequincy]

Excuse me -

[wait. Sidetracked by fashion. Even in the dim light he can make out the quality of Jack's outfit, which is - if he's to be honest - very fetching.]

...Where did you get that?

[goldilocked]

What?

[He leans back a little.]

Oh, these? They're my usual clothes back home, I arrived here in them.