Lets get wasted {Open}

[Nicole Blackstone]

Giving herself one last look in the mirror, Nicole spun round on the back of her foot and started to make her way to the closest club in the area, Temptations. She had been there a few times before and had a good time as well as a good dinner time snack that she always craved. With a simple movement of her hand her front door closed and she was on her way.

As she quietly moved down the street her eyes couldn't help but see that there where already drunk people making their way to there next destination with stupidly huge smiles on their faces thinking that they would end the night with a bang. Some of them yes and some of them no. Giving a boy a quick glance Nicole made her move to wards him with a small smirk on her face, but it didn't take the boy long to notice that she was making her way to wards him in which he seemed to like the thought of by stopping and giving her a good look over Silly cub....

No more than 5 minutes later Nicole was making her way again towards the club with a some what sickly sweet smile on her face and the boy slumped on the floor looking as though he was done for the night already, that will teach the cub to get wasted before the night had even begun. Nicole couldn't help but laugh knowing that she had left an ever lasting memorie for him, however the thought was cut short as she found her self right outside of Temptations.

Taking one last breath Nicole made her way inside the building with little effort and was greated with bright flashing lights and loud music, reminding her of her past life. She couldn't help but feel a ping in her heart longing to have that life back, but it would never happen, she was a monster now and could never go back. Shacking head head roughly Nicole made her way to the bar.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/qzjcd2.png] Vivian sat at the bar, wrist lax and eyes wandering across the blue-and-purple light-tinted concrete walls. Her rum and coke swirled around the melting ice cubes, hissing as the carbonation splashed onto the glass. It was a boring night at the club; none of her pack members had decided to show their faces. At least the people watching business was mildly amusing. That, and posing as a common bar-attendee allowed her to spy on the other underground patrons of Temptations. What with the neighboring vampire coven stirring, making like they would make a move soon. Raising Cain as some called it. The green-eyed werewolf took another swallow of her lukewarm drink. The bartender watched her with distaste, yellow cat eyes narrowing when she stuck her tongue out to reveal impressive canines. It was fun to mess with the feline demidemons. "Here kitty kitty," she teased. He hissed under the bass of the new karaoke song. Chuckling, Vivian brought her glass to her mouth again, but instead of ingesting the contents, she just hooked her top teeth over the edge as a new presence caught her attention. New fish, she thought. She put two fingers in the air and motioned the newcomer over, whose name was Nicole if she remembered correctly. "Hey, Nyan-Nyan," Vivian called to the bartender, "get me another of these, savvy?" She waved her half-empty drink at him. The aforementioned narrowed his eyes further and slammed down a new glass. "It's not 'nyan-nyan'." He growled. "Ooh, bad kitty. Don't bite the hand that feeds you; or, pays you so you can eat, as it were." "Oh yeah? You're not as tough as you think. I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf." "You say that now." Vivian leaned over the bar and grabbed his chin roughly. "But watch that sandpaper tongue of yours. Last I checked, nothing says I can't fight you if you get up in my grit." He growled again and leaned back, smacking her hand away. "Piss off." Vivian chuckled lightly. It was so fun to stir a little commotion, but nothing too big. She didn't, after all, want to get accidentally sucked into this war. You never knew when someone was with Fleur de Lis and would label you a Scythe for a bit of rough housing.

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[Nicole Blackstone]

It hadn't taken long for Nicole to have hundreds more scents thrown her way, making her do a double take on some of the scents. One stood out more than the others, another wolf. It was a strong smell and she could tell that this wolf she could see her self fighting a long with, but couldn't be to sure till she saw the wolf. Her eyes following her nose soon lead her to a wolf sitting by the bar, and by the look of it making the bar tender feel like he wanted to kill her but couldn't really do anything about it, however it wasn't long till she saw the wolfs hand slapped away with some force.

Letting out a small chuckle Nicole started to make her way over to the bar, though it wasn't long till well some sort of beats lets put it, walked into her path stopping her dead in her tracks. Standing only a few inches taller than her, a man who looked like he was in his forty's and was covered in think brown hair, he looked like an over grown monkey.

"Well aren't you a young looking wolf" He shouted over the music with a some what sickening smile on his face, you know the kind that you see on the face of a spoiled brat getting exactly what they want. Kissing her teeth Nicole started to make a move again, this time however she held her hands out in front of her letting them lay on the beasts chest, claws out. With a sickly sweet smirk of her own Nicole started to push, hard.

"If you walk into my way again.... I'll kill you" Giving one last hard push the beast fell back wards holding his chest with its new holes, blood pulsing out. With a flick of her wrists the blood on her nails flew onto the floor with little effort, and she carried on her way toward the bar.

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/295xy6p.png] Vivian's eyes narrowed as this arrogant young wolf walked toward her. Usually she'd be happy to see a member of the Formossima pack lounging about, but tonight... Apparently, she needed to teach her a few manners. Standing roughly (and ignoring Nyan-Nyan's cry that she'd pay for any drinks she spilled), Vivian walked over to the she-wolf. "Alright. What exactly was that about?" Taking an alpha's stance, puffing her chest and rolling her shoulders back to look only more impressive, Vivian stared her fellow down. It seemed she was new to this game; just because you had powers didn't mean you used them against others. More often than not, the half-humans in this world were the underdogs, as it were. Werewolves even more so. The beast this newcomer had pushed around stared up at the she-alpha with pleading eyes, as if hoping she wouldn't also attack him. Rolling her eyes, Vivian crouched down to his level. "Sorry, I can't heal you, or I would." She instead whisked a handkerchief from her pocket to dab at the wounds inflicted. They weren't too deep, but most demidemons (as she assumed this guy was, judging by his faint scent of fox) were hemophiliacs. An unfortunate issue that came from breeding between species that were so different, such as demons and humans. She snapped her fingers at the nearest guy and pointed at her bleeding friend. "Get him to a water or fire user. Preferably a faerie. Their magic is best." He looked unsure for a moment but nodded. It was always nice to know that wolves were above demidemons, at least. Just keep moving up the totem pole, yeah? Standing up again, Vivian turned back to the she-wolf. Like she would if they were in wolf form, she grabbed the girl's shirt collar and dragged her closer. Her bright green eyes bore into the other's darker eyes. She knew it wouldn't be long until she looked away; when an alpha made eye contact, it was to assert dominance. And if you were stupid or rash enough to hold that gaze, it was a challenge. "I'll let you off with a warning this time because I don't want to cause a scene. I believe in peace. Now. Explain to me what was going on before I label you a volatile creature that needs constant security by meaner wolves. Believe me, I can find them." Releasing the she-wolf with that predicament, Vivian snorted softly. "I'm Harkness, by the way. Vivian Harkness. Your name?"

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