[center][h1][b][color=92278f]Calib[/color], [color=ed1c24]Raven[/color] and [color=thistle]Thalia[/color][/b][/h1][/center]
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The cocky seventeen year old walked his way into the club, he looked older than he was and identification was kind of a moot point in a supernatural town where some people were older than standardised identification, people who weren't truly citizens, in anycase, a Lamia and a demon were some of the more normal people in the line to Tenebris. Walking in, the music filtered through his head and down through his feet as the rhythmic thrum instantly got him into the clubbing mood. His eye was caught by a cute elf in a booth drunkenly singing, and the Ice Queen as she cleared a path through the club. [color=92278f]"Hey, Raven, reckon I'm gonna take a shot at Lavender over there, what do you think?"[/color] He was smiling with excitement.

The atmosphere followed the tune of what was to be expected in a gothic club. The dim lights, the darkly clad patrons, vampires, a spellcaster sticking out like a sore thumb, it nailed every trope. [color=ed1c24]"Make sure she won't give ya' blue balls! Cause'...y'know...ice..."[/color] Raven giggled in response, motioning towards the Witch. [color=ed1c24]"N' if that fails, you have the Fanger by the bar, n' Sunshine over yonder."[/color] The Lamia finished, narrowing in on the mentioned women. [color=ed1c24]"I'm gonna' have a look aroun' n' gather some enem-..friends."[/color] Raven nodded delightfully, offering his friend a toothy grin before swiping his eyes across the interior. Lamia didn't quite have the same level of night vision as other vampires, given their attunement to daylight, though it was enough to offer view of what was on the menu. Most of the club followed the same theme, either dancing or drinking, but what caught his eyes was something else entirely. Arm wrestling. What appeared to be a demon went up against an ogre in a test of strength, their muscles rippling from the feat with sweat pouring down their foreheads. Two half empty glasses of alcohol stood on the table, untouched since the match had begun, and nearly shook in response to their contest. [color=ed1c24]"I am so in!"[/color] Raven exclaimed to no one in particular, probably reaching no one but Calib with his words.

He smiled to himself at his excited Binder; they had very different definitions of fun. With a friendly pat on the back that reassured he'd find him later, he split off on his way, making quick, graceful and very subtle strides over to 'Lavender', casually sneaking a hand and taking a wallet from some very drunk, but happy patron, as if he was just reaching into his own pocket. He looked over the leather, and deciding it was better than his, ditched the cards (apart from the library card) and put it into his pocket, taking a near-enough full drink on the way, just before landing at the bar, as Venus went to serve someone else. He regarded 'Lavender' with a smile, trying to speak just above the noise of the club. [color=92278f]"Hey, if I said I liked your clothes would you hold it against me?"[/color] He tried his best, but good looking witches were definitely his bane, and the cracks would show in his usually cool smile.

Thalia didn't bother to turn when she was spoken to, [color=thistle]"Would you hold it against me if I froze you to the bar?"[/color] She questioned, pursing her full lips that had taken on a shade a deathly blue with the use of her gifts. The lad speaking to her was quite a bit taller than she was, but then again most people tended to be. It wasn't until after she'd taken another sip of her drink and exhaled a breath so cold it created snowflakes even in the warmth of the club that she turned to actually look at who was speaking. She couldn't immediately pin his ancestry and though it intrigued her it wouldn't be very long before Jensen realized that someone was holding her up and came to investigate. That generally didn't end well. The young witch called out with her magic to the staff that belonged to her coven and the large dog that lay just outside the club. It wasn't a few moments later that panicked squalling could be heard from just next to the doors as the creature made its way to her. He'd been a gift from Jensen and though he wasn't technically supposed to be in the club there wasn't really anyone who would speak about it. Thalia smiled fondly at the creature when he reached her, butting his enormous head into her hand for some affection. Her slender hand came up just in time to catch the hurdling worn willow staff before it hit either of them. [color=thistle]"I'm going upstairs."[/color] Was the only thing the witch offered before she headed off in the direction of the tall staircase, not looking to see if he dared to follow her. She had a feeling he wouldn't be able to resist.

[color=92278f]"Kinda depends really on whether or not you'd stay with me while I was frozen."[/color] He said, still trying his best to be charmingly disarming as he remembered to drink, relaxing a little after, though the state of the pale blue lips, the visibly cold air on the warm and the face that regarded him was a potent combination to make the descendant of Raum squirm a little bit. Nevertheless, he stayed, watching a dog its way through to them, though refrained from petting it as 'Lavender' did. Dogs didn't usually get on with him, they usually guarded things he wanted to get into, like private property. He sat in a bit of awkward (for him) silence before the witch made her intentions clear. [color=92278f]"Mind if I come with you?"[/color] Came his response, and the lack of an answer wasn't a good enough condemnation of a 'yes' for Calib to stop trying. He brushed back some hair over his horns and made sure to look as good as possible, maybe even fussing a little in his nervousness before he stood up, daring very much to follow the bewitching figure.