The panel on the foot-thick reinforced-steel door to the club slid open to reveal a pair of icy-blue eyes and thick, bushy, furrowed brows; Jess smiled in her sweet, dangerous way that usually let men know they were about to die, and the panel in the door slid shut again. She heard the heavy locks and bolts being undone, and then the door opened just enough to let her in. She stepped through, nodding in thanks to the doorman, and he nodded back, unsmiling, as he shut the door and proceed to redo the half-dozen heavy locks and bolts that made the door so secure. She could have easily ripped the door from its hinges had she really felt like it, of course, but she didn't feel like ruining a perfectly good club by letting in those who weren't welcome.

She proceeded deep into the club and stepped over to the bar; the bartender finished his chat with another patron and turned to see her standing there. Jess didn't even have to say anything; the bartender just rolled his eyes and sighed as he reached for a bottle in the incubator safe under the bar and set it before her. She popped the cork out and smiled at him, beginning to drink the warm, rich, red liquid, greatly enjoying the feeling as it slid down her throat thickly. She had been a slight acquaintance of the bartender's for some time; she had provided the incubator safe, and he was constantly providing the blood that Jess required to feed every night. He made sure the blood was fresh, and served it up to her every time she stepped up to the bar.

As she drank, she looked around the vast club at all the various innish; there were, quite literally, hundreds of people (if not a few thousand) packed into the club like sardines, dancing, drinking, laughing, enjoying themselves in general, and not giving a damn (and neither did Jess, for that matter) that there were unnish just a few dozen feet away who knew nothing of the secret club that innish like herself so often visited. She wondered briefly if someone would dance with her, then dismissed the notion almost immediately; men were arrogant, egotistical pigs, and most women were afraid to be seen in public dancing with (and possibly kissing) another girl. One of these days, Jess thought sourly to herself, I'll actually find a girl like me. She sighed, finished her blood, and left the bottle there for the bartender to pick up; then she headed out onto the dance floor, beginning to dance to herself with the music of Rob Zombie playing loudly even over the hubbub of the other innish...

(If you have something else in mind let me know and I'll edit)

The angel entered the bar and looked around cautiously. The last time she's been here she'd gotten into a fight with one of the bartenders. He wasn't here tonight. She felt herself settle and she looked around with her cool sweeping gaze. Most people see Cecily as callous and arrogant. She isn't though, she's just detached.

As was often the case in this sort of setting, it was packed. Throngs of Mortals seething to be whatever, likely an appetizer here. She took it all in as if observing some alien culture for the first time.

People stare at her as she stands alone for a few moments. She is striking even dressed simply as she is. Her platinum hair winds around her in a caressing fashion. Her boots make no sound as she gracefully moves towards the edge of the dance floor.

A man grabs her by the belt loops of her jeans to dance in front of her, likely in hopes of enticing her to join him. She tolerates it only briefly. Then asks him, "What's the point?" before moving off, not waiting for an answer.

He jeans fit her well, just enough to reveal her stunning curves yet, not be so tight it's a hinderance. She wears a simple button down shirt, white with the sleeves rolled up. It still looks elegant on her.

She does not dance, she does not know how. She observes, ocaisionally mimics, but she does not understand it. Really, what is the point?

((Not really; I'm just waiting for Britta to reply, is all. But it's an open topic, so I don't mind you RPing here. ^_^ ))

Though the song soon ended, it was several more songs like it (all by Rob Zombie, surprisingly - the DJ usually didn't play so many songs from the same artist in a row) before the pace changed to a slower music to dance to; it was some romantic song by the Eagles. Jess was irritated by the sudden change in music; while she normally wouldn't have minded - she was actually kinda having fun - her night had not gone well before she had reached the club, and now she still didn't have a girl to dance with.

As she walked toward the tables to sit the slow dance out, a drunken idiot grabbed her around the waist and tried to dance with her - and not in a slow-dance kinda way, either. Before he knew what was happening, he was flipped into the air and crashing to the ground - hard. He still had that dazed look on his face as she walked away. She didn't understand how straight women could get along with that. Ugh. It made Jess want to puke.

"Unusual." the angel comments as the other passes her, she can sense she isn't dealing with a human but not specifics. "His attention was unwanted?" She genuinely is curious. She wants to understand why people do the things they do, and often when she thinks she does, she observes something that deviates from her percieved norms.

"What is your purpose here?" she asks. As if such questions have simple answers.

((I'm assuming you're talking to yourself again - let me know if you're talking to me. XD ))

Jess sat down at an empty table, folded her arms over her chest, and crossed her legs; doing this revealed a bit more of her tender flesh (tender for a vampire, that is), but she didn't really care. When a guy came over to sit down at the table, the look on Jess' face was so cold and hateful that the man paused in mid-sit, with his mouth hanging open as though he were about to say something, before heading off without a word and with an obviously shocked look on his face. Jess continued to survey the crowd, waiting for a girl to ask her to dance - which wasn't likely at the rate her night was going.

(If it's in "" it's outloud, yep she was speaking to your Char, Cecily is just so friggin abnormal though, it's not like there is any body language that might normally clue one in to a conversation. she can be hard to play with)

The angel stood watching the drunk man get up and move towards other women. Of coarse he wouldn't give up. She'd be very, very, surprised had he been detered so easily. He stayed away from her though, and so she gave him no more thought.

"What is your purpose here?" she repeated the question and sat down herself. She seemed to continue to observe the bar, she was not making eye contact or giving any of the normal cues one would when striking up a conversation.

Jess raised an eyebrow. Her purpose? To get a girl. But she wasn't going to say that to someone who sounded like one of those religious fanatics. "Depends. What's yours?" she asked rather rudely. She was only letting the woman sit there because she was a woman; any man that came over would get his ass kicked - brutally - if he didn't leave. God, she hated men.

"Unknown." the angel answered in her detached way. "I observe, to understand, it is a crude and time consuming method to learn about how people experience things though." She admitted. From time to time she will indulge in hands on experiences, not to be indulgent though, but because others prompt her. The angel rarely exercises initiative not wanting to overstep boundaries she might be unaware of.

Jess rolled her eyes, but then thought about something; this girl didn't seem to have the lights turned on upstairs, but maybe that could work to her advantage. If Jess could seduce her...

She turned to the girl, now putting on an aura of curiosity. "Say...have you ever had sex? I mean, you know - with a girl?" She cocked an eyebrow and smiled slightly, her lips parted about a tenth of an inch as though hungry for something.

"No." the angel said flatly. "That is not in my experiences." she adds. She is aware such things go on, the internet is amazingly educational in more ways than one. The angel finds pornography and videogames fascinating.

Her eyes light with a cunning look and her lips close in a smirk that is clearly devious. "Would you like to?" she asked, leaning forward to let her shirt show just a little more cleavage.

The angel would not take any joy from it, but she does want to experience everything, maybe something will help her rekindle her dead emotions. Something besides that twisted little boy in the abandoned house anyway.

"Should I?" she asked. She supposed if she truly didn't want to rule out an options she should try it. Probably with different species too, she only recalls sleeping with Jubal, the male elf who she used to live with.

Her smile widened. "Oh, of course - in fact, it's quite...pleasureable." As if to demonstrate this, Jess moved over to sit beside the woman and pressed her own lips to the woman's - softly at first, and then more firmly, her body tingling as it usually did in such a situation.

The angel allowed it making a mental note of the onlookers. She recalled how to kiss, just not how to feel while she did it, physical sensations were still in perfect oder, her emotions however are as elusive as fireflies. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss.

As she enjoyed the kiss, Jess ran her hand between the woman's legs and started massaging her there; her other hand started feeling the woman up elsewhere, too. Finally, she was getting some; at least some good was going to come from this night.

((I better not get too much more descriptive - wouldn't want to get banned or something. :blink: ))

(yes getting too explicit we politely go to curtain call. My demon has an aweful lot of them, however you've not gone too far with what you have.)

Cecily broke off the kiss, gently. "I did not think you meant we should right here. We are being watched, or is that what you wish?" she asked.

Jess laughed lightly. "I don't really care if we're being watched; actually," she said, cocking an eyebrow again, "it makes it a bit more - erotic - if you ask me." She started to kiss the woman again.

The angel nodded and once more relented to the kiss. This time she left her eyes opened for a time to wach the other woman. Her behavior would seem rather submissive. She responded in nearly exact proportion to what she is given advancing actions no further and not taking the lead in things at all. She simply does not know what the other wants though, she is hardly a mind reader.

Jess moved to sit down on the woman's lap, leaning back against the table and feeling her up as she kissed her; she started French kissing the woman, hoping she would get the idea and return the favor as she reached up under the woman's shirt...

((Oookay...not that I'm not enjoying this. ^_^ But I wish someone else would intervene now so I don't get in trouble. :rolleyes: ))

(Okies I'll depart the scene shortly and then if you want to make another post to wait forwhoever will join your char next in the thread that's fine. Your char can always run into mine another time.)

Cecily gets the idea. the sensations feel interesting enough, that she wants to gauge the sort of reaction they evoke from another. she returned the kiss tongue and all. Like everything she did it was graceful and fluid. Most things come effortlessly to Cecily. Her own hands slide deftly under clothing, feeling and pleasing the other.

Her eyes are still opened watching both her companion's reactions and those around her. Which is why she stops abruptly and stands. That bartender is here, the one that tried to kill her. She is careful how she stands so as not to harm the other woman. "I'm sorry, I must go. Perhaps we can conclude this another time." with that she hastily exits the bar.

(lemme know if you need any editing.)

Jess had to grab the table quickly, her vampiric speed making her movements a blur, to keep from falling on her ass; she stood up, slightly shocked. The woman had seemed to be enjoying herself - Jess certainly was - when she had suddenly jumped up and run out. Now Jess was scowling; this was definitely not her night. First she's frozen by some bitch who doesn't seem to want what's freely offered to her, and now she gets into it with a different girl only to be practically dumped on her ass with only a brief goodbye and no explanation whatsoever. If she didn' get laid tonight, she was going to be really bitchy the next day - and things don't usually go well for others around her when she gets bitchy.