The parking lot closest to Dark is almost full when Jay pulls in, closely followed in his car by Anthony Reismann.

At the theatre, there'd been a moment-- just a hint-- that the tight-pants'd, red-headed human was as Innie as Jay. And that's as interesting as the continued propsects fo someone to hit on.

Besides, he's got some extra cahs, and drinking alone's no fun.

Parking his car, he steps out and adjust his tight pink piggy tee shirt.

Anthony parked along side Jay, stepping out and grinning again at the shirt Jay wore. It was so cute.

"Shall we?" he asked, holding out an arm. If he'd be any less sober he would have skipped as well.

Daintily, and thrilled at finding someone who seems as big a Queen as he, Jay pales his hand in the crook of Anthony's elbow and moves gracefully to the door, grinning provocatively at anyone who bothers to stare.

Anthony, too, enjoys the stares. He's bolstered by them, and almost does skip without the presence of intoxication.

"Drinks or dance?"

The tall Fae bumps his hip up against Anthony's. Well, against his ribs, really.

"Drinks," he says. It'll provide an opportunity to ask about previous visits to Dark.

And also get drunk enough to excuse really spectacular dancing.

"Drinks it is."

Anthony made his way to the bar, Jay at his arm. It was a nice feeling.

He didn't want to say ladies first, so instead said, "Go ahead. Yor order first."

Jay winks and, with the ease of practice, orders a shot of Frieball Whiskey for himself and Anthony, and then a Sex on the Beach for himself, for wafterwards.

He slides into a seat his corduroys stretching tight over his well-shapoed thighs. This is obviously a claculated move.

A well calculated move. We'll leave it at that.

Anthony took a seat as well, noting the irony of the name of the drink. He debated making it literal, but decided against it for now. Jay may not be innish.

The whiskey arrives and, grinning mischeviously, Jay downs the shot in one go.

He doesn't choke, which is unusual for anyone who's just done a shot of fireball whiskey.

Anthony raised his eyebrows, wondering how Jay could do that.

With a shrug, he tried tha same, with horrible results.

When he'd caught his breath, he laughed. "Didn't work quite right."

Jay grinned his brilliant, even-toothed smile.

"I've had practice," he says, leaning on the counter and inspecting Anthony closely. Part curiosity, part, well, Jay.

"Come here often?"

"When I have time," Anthony said, running a finger over the rim of his glass. "What about you?"

The Sex on the Beach arrives, pink to match Jay's tastes. He smiles coyly.

"Now and then. I like the... people it appeals to."

That statement was so ambiguous.

"What kind of people would that be?" he asked nochalantly.

"Well, you come here often, yeah?"

Jay grins slyly, questioningly.

"You know what sort of crowd it attracts."

Anthony nodded, and then just to be sure, lit Jay's drink on fire.

Nothing much, just a surface burn.

"I'm assuming that kind?" he asked, placing a hand over the glass to put out the flames.

Jay blossoms into a broad, giddy smile.

"That kind," he says, managing to keep his voice low. After all, unnies do sometimes come here.

"Neat trick."

Anthony shrugged, but there was a bit of a blush.

"I'm sure you have a few up your sleeve, too."

Jay shrugs.

"Nothing so... hot." The grin flickers up again, like a flame on its own.

"But..." turning to glance out at the crowd, he passes a hand over the ear nearest to Anthony. For a moment, the air over it shimmers, revealing a taperd, pointed tip. Then it flickers back to the normal human roundness and Jay turns to grin at the pyro.

Anthony grinned as Jay said hot, then was very interested as the ear changed shape.

Was Jay a fae? He'd only heard of them, and had never really met one before.

"What was that? A glamour?" It was kind of exciting.

Jay nods, and takes a small sip of his drink.

"But I'm not an elf." This is a touchy points. What with Those Movies being so popular and everything, epople are more prone to thinking "ear = elf" than ever.

Anthony nodded. He understood.

"So, what are you, then?"

That sounded really rude.

Jay grins.

"A f-laaaming homosexual." He can't resist a chance to flirt/dig himself in deeper.

But then, in a softer tone, he answers honestly-- "Fae. Stupid people get us confused with elves and fairies and other ilk."

Anthony grinned.

"If anyone's a flaming homosexual, it's me."

Then, he too, adopted a more serious tone.

"I'll remember the difference."

Jay nods, appreciating it.

"So what are you?" he asks, tilting his head at Anthony. "You seem human."

"Yeah, I'm human. I'm just a pyro."

He paused, the realized he needed to clarify.

"Not in the clinical sense, y'know, but more in the sense that I can create fire."

He grinned again.

"So sort of in the clinical sense, too. Cool."

He grins.

"I bet you're hot in bed."

Okay, so Jay has no taste in jokes.

Anthony winked.

"I'm smokin'"

That's ok. Neither does anthony.

"Hey hey hey--"

Jay isn't tipsy, he's just excited. It takes a lot more alcohol than what he's already had to mess with Fae blood, but one could certainly mistake this enthusiams for a buzz.

"You know the--" he licks his finger and places it on his asscheek. "Tssst thing? Can you do that for real?"

Anthony grinned even wider.

"You bet."

And he demonstrated. He licked his finger and placed it on the bare skin of Jay's arm.

It went tsst.

"You're hot. See? Proof."

"Oh hun, I know I'm hot, you don't have to proove anything."

He's grinning widely, the feral, slightly pointed curve of his teeth very visible.

"'nother drink?"

Anthony shrugged.

"Sure, why not?"

It's not like he had to work tomorrow.

"Or how about drinking and dancing?"

"You wouldn't be able to keep up, Meatbag," Jay says, with an affectionate wink, and flags the 'tender down.

"Give the man whatever he wants," he instructs.

"Oh, sure, put me on the spot."

Anthon thinks for a moment, then goes for simple.

"Vodka."

"Daring. give me something sweet, Hun, I gotta keeo my reputation."

Lifting a brow at Anthony, he says, "You know I'm just trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you."

Anthony put on a look of fake surprise, then shouted, "Bring the bottle!" after the tender.

"Gods forbid you take advantage of me."

A slightly more serious expression floats briefly over Jay's sharp and exotic features.

"Watch where you say that. Some of 'em have been spotted in this city."

"...Really?"

Anthony's buzz was slightly killed by this bit of news.

"Let's not mention them again, then."

"No kidding. You wouldn't believe some of the stuff I've heard."

Innie tabloids-- unprinted and spread by word of mouth. Love God Seen With Dead Body. Baby Born With Tentacles after Encounter with Death.

Their drinks arrive, and Jay takes a sip of his, not caring what it is.

The tender did not bring the bottle, and Anthony was slightly put out, but didn't mind. He did, however, take a drink and grimace.

"What kinds of stuff?" he asked, interested in the sordid goings on of the powerful and bastardly.