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[center][color=#90F1FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sundown Row ----> The Pink Room • [color=#90F1FF][b]Time:[/b][/color] EveninG[/center]
[center][color=#90F1FF][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Angel - [@princess], Celeste - [@Manzanilla] • [color=#90F1FF][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] Locke - [@Oso][/center]
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Luther sat in the passenger seat bobbing his head to the heavy bass of the music that pushed the speakers of Angel's Nissan to the limit. His new clothes brought forth a fresh attitude. A rich, dark blue suit with a velvet sheen and a warm black dress shirt underneath, tailored by one of the finest Fae seamstresses in the city. He was not above using his family's money for his own indulgence. Hell. They owed him that much. That thought had him glancing over at Angel, who he knew as Sicily, as they parked.

There were no words he could speak that would be able to properly express her beauty in the moment the neon lights illuminated her. Every description would lack the visual punch seeing such a fierce-some, brilliant woman in a dress created just for her. Luther returned the smile she offered him, the unspoken exchanged in the glances they shared in this brief and quiet moment before the night exploded into delirious sensations. 

This moment was because of her. She was the reason that he was getting ready for a night full of fun instead of tearing through the gutter like a wild beast. The reason that he was able to enjoy being himself instead of another dog on a leash for his father's machinations. To Luther, Angel was the only thing that felt real to him in this whole city. Amidst the chaos and violence of Halcyon, they had each other's back.

Luther followed Angel's lead and planted his shoes on the misted pavement, straightening his collar as he stood up. His supernatural senses blitzed by an assault of distant bass and scented smoke that came in all kinds of flavor. He made his way around the car to stand at Angel's side, clearing his mind of the night's problems and focusing on making new ones.  Tonight, he was going to cut loose and peer...

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[color=#90F1FF]"Hey, you know it drives the pack girls wild. Although...might want to check it's not burnt toast that your smelling."[/color] He quipped back with a smirk, showing the tips of his canines. [color=#90F1FF]"You're the one letting me off my leash so no complaining when I get into something, yeah? See ya in an hour, Sicily."[/color] Luther gave her a quick wink before he headed off on his own for some personal time with one place on the strip of sin that he had been dying to visit.

This was far from their first time on Sundown Row and Luther had no reason to be concerned about Angel's safety. Whatever poor sap thought they could harass her likely weren't going to wake up the next morning. His fine shoes clacked against the wet stone as he passed under the shifting colors of neon signs. Each tempting him with their own unique brand of indulgence. He was weak to the Hallucinogenic kind. There was a twisted kind of comfort in using similar drugs to the ones that had nearly broke him in that dark, dank dungeon. That was for the end of the night. A roll of the dice for a chance of sweet dreams instead of the night terrors he hadn't even brought up to Angel.

Away from her sight, Luther let the Coldfang mask slip over him as he came up to the Pink Room's entrance. The walls and humidity could not dampen the scents that drifted from the cracks. He appeared bored almost uninterested as he pushed open the plush door. There was no doubt there would be Fae working the joint and, despite his desires, he could not let his guard down. No matter what he tried he couldn't stop the sheer unease the Fae brought him, let alone those who were called soothsayers.

Luther stared briefly at a dark-haired Fae man currently getting propositioned as he made his way to the bar, glad the Fae had arrived before him to attract some attention. Luther had an hour to spend and he was looking for a cold drink and a warm body to spend it with. He rested an elbow on the bar top to reserve some space, catching the eyes of the bartender he gave her a quick nod. [color=#90F1FF]"I'll have a Painkiller, put it on a tab under Coldfang."[/color] His voice carried through the deep, rhythmic music that pulsed through the club.

Two seats down, however, was a woman that captured his attention so violently his mask cracked while taking a sip from his fruity cocktail. The soft sheen of her raven-black hair framing a perfect heart-shaped face. His eyes drawn to the rich red of her lips and the fangs that he could catch the faintest glimpse of. All packaged in a fine red robe that he wanted to peel away behind closed doors. 

[color=#90F1FF]"On your break?"[/color] The coldness from his expression had been dropped as he maneuvered around the back to stand next to Celeste, his deep ocean blue eyes caught up in her own. [color=#90F1FF]"Mind if order you another one?"[/color] Luther pointed at her drink then raised that hand up to get the bartender's attention [color=#90F1FF]"Another Painkiller and whatever she's drinking!"[/color] He called over the noise.
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