Haze was, quite frankly, tired of waiting for the Guilty Pleasures club to reopen itself for some good dancing. She just wanted to dance her night away, cause it was going crappy for the moment. Her favorite job was taken from her by some vampire who called her perfect once, and had yet to show his face again. She figured any place with people might attract him, but more importantly, it attracted her. She wasn't familiar with drugs, and she didn't like the idea, but she was into getting as drunk as she could and ending up in some odd place the next morning. She knew only one thing. Whatever the hell she did when she was drunk was 1,000 times better than when she was sober, cause right now, her life was crap.

The music hit her before the smell, but both hit her and hard. She liked it, the somewhat vile and salty smell, with a bit of alcohol involved, and the noises of music and people. She fit right in. Withing moments, she lost herself somewhere near the front of the croud, close to the noise, close to the people. People generally didn't dance with her, but this place had its share of horney guys and girls. Haze wasn't what one would call beautiful, but she did look nice on occation. Tonight might be considered 'occation', for she had let her hair down, and the dark gray luster of it seemed unexplainibly dark next to the bright blue of her eyes. She was excited, and why not be? It was a rave.

It had attracted her, she wasn’t sure why until she had arrived. Maybe all the alcohol and all the drugs impaired people’s ability to think, or maybe they just made people more ‘lustful.’ Either way she didn’t care, it was perfection. She charmed her way past an unsuspecting unnish bouncer, she probably could forge herself some stuff and get an actual license, but it seemed like so much more work when you could just smile at someone and get them to follow your every whim.

The dance floor was where the center of perfection was. Like Az had said, lust was necessary for human survival. With every beat of music, it seemed like the entire club itself would move with it. It seemed like lust was imbedded into these peoples vein, well maybe injected considering the many druggies on the floor around her, well however it was, with every beat of their quickly pulsing hearts she could feel it roll off of them like sweat. It felt so wonderful.

She made here way to the very center of what seemed to be the heart, moving with the many other bodies, some of seemingly lifeless zombies by the look on their faces, somewhere so drugged out that it looked like any minute they would fall to the floor dead, but it didn’t happen, or wasn’t noticed at least, and the music beat on.

It was electric.

Perhaps not the type of electricity Sonia basked in, but there was something sparking and flickering through the mass of churning bodies that spurred Sonia into her own personal frenzy; joining the dance with zeal.

How had she gotten in? Good question. Sonia did not look too old for her age, but when lightning strikes a streetlamp and showers the crowd with white hot sparks, it is easy to run in and blend with the crowd whilst panic outside must be subdued.

Currently she found a halfway decent young man who smelled of cheap hard liquor and, as many other people, his own perspiration. She turned her back to him, allowing his to drag his hands down her sides and to her pant line. Let him, she did not care.

Sonia let the music fill her, rocking and swaying.

She wore her favourite pants, the shiny ones. Silver, they were, low rise and large flare over her white boots. Over them, she pulled a hot pink tank top on and made this easily visible beneath a yellow mesh shirt. Her hands and arms to the elbows were covered by what might have at one point been socks, white and black striped.

Her hair flopped in a partially tangled mess of black, blue, and neon green. She wore metallic-tinted makeup and her lips were shiny with gloss. The yellow in her eyes radiated outward, but Sonia encouraged the dismissal of them to those coloured contacts one could purchase.

Sonia faced her random partner, grasping his shoulders firmly as her lean body moved with his. He still had his hands on her pant line. Oh well.

Faces flashed by, some she thought she knew, and others she was certain she did not. Nevertheless, here in the collision of life and heat, everyone knew everyone.

She was thirsty and shoved away her partner, making a weaving path to the bar in search of a drink. A strong drink.

Strong drinks? He was there.

Well, of course he was there. And not just 'there in spirit', or 'there in the room', but there. At the bar. (One of the bars.) Downing what may well have been Janx Spirit.

"Heeeeey, Techie Chick."

Broad grin, lips smeared flare-orange with thick gloss, skin vibrant and glittering with sweat and, yes, glitter. It was an infectious thing, glitter was, spreading from person to person like a virus. He seemed to have picked up a good share of it along his arms and hands. Glowy hands. Oo, shiny.

The crowd spilled out around him, rippling from an epicenter that was probably less than organic. Dion shifted, hands restless, leaving smears of sweat across leather thighs. Scanned the crowd. Scanned Sonia, again, seeming to forget she was there between looks. Found Grace.

Grinned.

She had no clue some one was looking at her, well usually wherever she went SOMEONE was staring at her but she’d more or less learned how to block it out so she realized someone was staring at her at some subconscious level but it didn’t register normally. So she didn’t notice she was busy dancing and basking in all the energy about her. The crowd was thinning to the side that was rather odd. She turned slowly, her violet eyes catching his grin.

Ever since meeting Az, she had been able to identify deities a bit easily. He was definitely something. She flashed him a grin, moving through the crowd of people, though some parted a bit for her but she didn’t really notice. After a bit more of weaving through couples she reached him. She gazed at him, ooh… Glowy hands…. Shinies are pretty!

Haze was looking for a new dancing partner, but her eyes caught the bar first. One little Smirnoff wouldn't hurt... She smiled and left the area she had been hoggin up with space, and came towards the bar. She passed some good looking guys, and felt a bit like staying for a dance and screwing the drink. Then again, she was more fun drunk, and she knew it.

Approaching the bar made her feel slightly giddy: She wasn't to be working a bar tonight. She was here for the dancing and the booze, and realized that she was likely to get a good does of drugs as well. She figured she should order the Smirnoff in the bottle. Safer. She spotted Grace, who was also at the bar, and came up next to her. No hello, 'cause she figured Grace would busy. The bartender and her were looking at each other, the tender with a big dumb smile on his face. She didn't want to interupt, but she had to.

"Hey... Can I have a Smirnoff? In the bottle..."

She looked at Grace and gave a weak smile. She felt a bit like an intruder, but then again, Grace could just charm the tender back to her. Lust and Love have those effects.

"Smirnoff? Blech."

Charming smile and he wandered over, tipping over his feet and various people in the way. Now that he was distracted from Grace again, he seemed to entirely forget about her.

"Get her.. a.. Beam Me Up Scotty."

Apologetic look at Haze, ignoring the bartender who was searching through the base mixes they had. Wasn't as if there was a big call for crème de banane these days.

"S'weaker, but s'better than that stuff. Besides, s'a bit more festive."

Broad grin, less charming and more tipsy, and he plucked a random bottle off the side. He had his own tab (an exponentially growing one), and downed half the bottle (Smirnoff, in fact) before the tender even noticed.

She smirked. Shot attention span, wonderful. Shaking her head she ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it down some. Was that Haze? Well, that was pretty awesome. It’d been a long time since she had seen Haze. She turned to her grinning happily. Her violet eyes were shining happily.

”Hey! Hazey! It’s been to long!” she wrapped and arm around the girl in a quick hug, “I don’t think I’ve seen you, since... yeah…” trailing off always good. Another flash of a killer smile, “How have you been?”

Setting her elbows on the bar she rested against it. Still smiling.

Haze watched the bartender walk over and get the Smirnoff, down some, and then hand it to her. She shook her head, smiling and bewildered. This guy was... Like the God of Drunks everywhere. She wanted to stay and watch him for a few more hours and see if he blacked out. Maybe he'd kill himself.

She turned towards Grace, who had infact noticed her, and flashed her a smile of herown. She accepted the hug and hugged her friend back, still smiling and holding her half empty bottle. When Grace pulled back, Haze took a swig of her drink, losing the smile to do so. And she was lucky to have not spewn all over. Yea... That night... Let's not mention that night.

"It's great to see you again! Suprise to see you here, but oh well. Whaddaya here for?"

Ignored, he quickly forgets the two girls. They were powerful, sure, and Grace had those great vibes.. but, hey, lights. And music. And sparkly things.

Di wanders, half-lucid, towards a throng of particularly festive-type folks, swigging long gulps that incite minor flares of light along his arms. He looks pleased with himself, if not entirely coherent.

She stretched and grinned at Haze. Glancing about at the crowd, seemingly every one of them, or the ones Grace chose to notice, seemed to be reserved to the most carnal and animalistic impulses. Every fiber of their beings aching and longing for pleasure.

Pretty hard to argue with that. She just turned her head back to Haze, giving her an almost feline smile. Beautiful and dangerous, like sun glinting of a blade. "This place screams for me."