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umbrellajackassery2019-03-18 10:30 pm
compulsion) wrote in umbrellajackassery2019-03-18 10:30 pm
a holiday in August, outside a bed and breakfast in sunny Southend - ota
cw: possibility of talk of drug use, alcohol abuse, and violence.
Carpe Noctem came to life every night as the sun set. A gothic vampire of an establishment rising with the moon, casting shadows as music and people poured out onto the sidewalk until the sun first crept over the horizon. Until then though, it was a place of dark appetites, loud music, and writhing bodies. A place where the down and out and up and coming found a home.
It was a place where messages could be given to be passed onto Morrigan, and where those that were not on her best side avoided so that they could avoid her son. Not that avoiding him did anyone well. Eventually, if you were wanted, he would find you.
Most nights though he could be found at the bar, doing shots, dancing, visiting the dungeons and luring anyone that catches his fancy to come and spend some time with him. Any vice a person could want could be found within the club, and he encouraged visitors to explore it all.
Some nights thought he is behind the bar, his expression dark and glowering as he looks out over the crowd, looking for a face he thought he'd seen but he hopes hasn't been foolish enough to come into his space that night.
Either way he'll often weave through the crowd, picking out someone who catches his eye and his libido and might well bring them a drink, or just slide up against them, moving in rhythm to the music in his leather and lace and vinyl. Aggressive and used to getting his way, and loving it more when he's denied.
(open to any au ideas for umbrellaverse, and Vex's background is here. one of the children, raised by someone else. He misuses his power, hurts others, deals drugs and likes to lure people into their darkest desires.
assumed cr welcome, and will plot out and go along with most ideas.)
Carpe Noctem came to life every night as the sun set. A gothic vampire of an establishment rising with the moon, casting shadows as music and people poured out onto the sidewalk until the sun first crept over the horizon. Until then though, it was a place of dark appetites, loud music, and writhing bodies. A place where the down and out and up and coming found a home.
It was a place where messages could be given to be passed onto Morrigan, and where those that were not on her best side avoided so that they could avoid her son. Not that avoiding him did anyone well. Eventually, if you were wanted, he would find you.
Most nights though he could be found at the bar, doing shots, dancing, visiting the dungeons and luring anyone that catches his fancy to come and spend some time with him. Any vice a person could want could be found within the club, and he encouraged visitors to explore it all.
Some nights thought he is behind the bar, his expression dark and glowering as he looks out over the crowd, looking for a face he thought he'd seen but he hopes hasn't been foolish enough to come into his space that night.
Either way he'll often weave through the crowd, picking out someone who catches his eye and his libido and might well bring them a drink, or just slide up against them, moving in rhythm to the music in his leather and lace and vinyl. Aggressive and used to getting his way, and loving it more when he's denied.
(open to any au ideas for umbrellaverse, and Vex's background is here. one of the children, raised by someone else. He misuses his power, hurts others, deals drugs and likes to lure people into their darkest desires.
assumed cr welcome, and will plot out and go along with most ideas.)
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Staying as he is, not caring he's in the way, or that he is making a spectacle of himself. Making a spectacle of himself is something that Vex does by existing, so he isn't bothered by it in the least.
"Obviously you haven't seeing the right friends," he says, pouring Klaus another. "Though it has been harder to get fun treats. They've tried twice coming in here, thinking they could send in someone undercover to shut me down." He pouts admitting that. "I love when they try and prove I've done something to their troops and yet can't prove I can do it."
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"Clearly." He smirks a little. "I love how hard you work to provide for the rest of us," he admits. And that, at least, is not only a pure line of 'whatever it takes to get what I really want tonight'. In fact, it's absolutely the full, unaltered truth. Klaus really does appreciate the effort Vex puts in to make sure he has whatever his clients may want for a given night at the ready.
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Though he did have a soft spot in his heart for that very specific minority that's like him. Those that were gifted from their unique birth to be better than others, at least in Vex's opinion. Another who came in here, laying on the compliments and expecting to be catered to might be used and abused and abandoned. Klaus was a cut above that though. He's one of them, and besides that, Vex thinks he's rather pretty. Combined it means he gets away with more than most.
"Come on, Darling. Let's get a bottle from the private cellar. I want to talk to you," he says, perhaps surprising if only in that he actually does mean talking. At least for a bit.
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Once they're inside the cellar, Klaus leans against the wall, just watching Vex move about and get whatever he feels is right for the occasion. "So..." He purses his lips and cants his head slightly to give the other man a curious look. "what is it you wanted to- uh... talk about?" If there's the tiniest bit of suggestiveness in his tone, Klaus doesn't act like he notices.