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WHO: Tyki Mikk | simplyteasing & Scanty | lacythings
WHERE: Club Blacklight, above West 47th Street in Manhattan.
WHEN: 11:45pm, March 21st
WARNINGS: None??!?!?! Will add if necessary?!?!
SUMMARY: Tyki's first night back, and he decides to spend it with a demoness. Oh, what boredom does to a man.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever afterward.
The club was, as its name implied and Tyki believed, a rather poorly illuminated space built with only its unique source of light in mind. Music pounded against the looming walls, nearly shaking them in a way only an Earthquake should, the subtle reverberations making it seem as though the many different neon paintings decorating them seemed to be moving. The bar was a mess of patrons and moving bodies, and the dance floor fared no better, both seemingly packed to the brim with men and women jostling for personal space. It was controlled chaos, a tiny, insignificant snapshot of what the City's clubbing scene was all about.
Little of it made much of an impression on Tyki. He'd been there, and done that, and done better with Monet a year prior. There had been excitement to the outings then, when he knew what buttons he could press, and what actions would elicit the most enjoyable responses -- now, it was simply a diversion, a little side stop to collect his head and mark his bearings. The City hadn't changed, but then again, it had, and he was yet again a stranger in a strange land. He could see the differences in the people around him, but couldn't place the why. Or the how.
And so, he arrived an hour-and-a-half earlier than planned, and chatted up an intelligent, lithe young thing to try and find the answers he was looking for. When that proved fruitless, he invited her to find a dark niche somewhere, and filled her with so many Tease he'd have more than a year's supply at the end of it all.
The kissing had been nice, too.
The next girl seemed to know most of what he had been looking for, and for that, he gave her a quick, painless death in one of the alleys behind the club as thanks. Now, with Joyd somewhat satiated, Tyki found himself waiting in front of the club once again, all but too ready to meet his real company for the evening.
Only a small part of him hoped she'd be as uninteresting as her predecessors.
WHERE: Club Blacklight, above West 47th Street in Manhattan.
WHEN: 11:45pm, March 21st
WARNINGS: None??!?!?! Will add if necessary?!?!
SUMMARY: Tyki's first night back, and he decides to spend it with a demoness. Oh, what boredom does to a man.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever afterward.
The club was, as its name implied and Tyki believed, a rather poorly illuminated space built with only its unique source of light in mind. Music pounded against the looming walls, nearly shaking them in a way only an Earthquake should, the subtle reverberations making it seem as though the many different neon paintings decorating them seemed to be moving. The bar was a mess of patrons and moving bodies, and the dance floor fared no better, both seemingly packed to the brim with men and women jostling for personal space. It was controlled chaos, a tiny, insignificant snapshot of what the City's clubbing scene was all about.
Little of it made much of an impression on Tyki. He'd been there, and done that, and done better with Monet a year prior. There had been excitement to the outings then, when he knew what buttons he could press, and what actions would elicit the most enjoyable responses -- now, it was simply a diversion, a little side stop to collect his head and mark his bearings. The City hadn't changed, but then again, it had, and he was yet again a stranger in a strange land. He could see the differences in the people around him, but couldn't place the why. Or the how.
And so, he arrived an hour-and-a-half earlier than planned, and chatted up an intelligent, lithe young thing to try and find the answers he was looking for. When that proved fruitless, he invited her to find a dark niche somewhere, and filled her with so many Tease he'd have more than a year's supply at the end of it all.
The kissing had been nice, too.
The next girl seemed to know most of what he had been looking for, and for that, he gave her a quick, painless death in one of the alleys behind the club as thanks. Now, with Joyd somewhat satiated, Tyki found himself waiting in front of the club once again, all but too ready to meet his real company for the evening.
Only a small part of him hoped she'd be as uninteresting as her predecessors.