[table][row][cell][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/bbdec1d7-5912-4745-b2fd-fd1209fb946f.jpg[/img][/cell][cell][color=0d0e20][h1][center][b]Azariah Willow[/b][/center][/h1]

[center]Child of Hecate	*	Bar
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Two people, one after another, making not so subtle moves on Azariah. That was [i]fun,[/i] plenty of mischief between these two. Though, he had already had his fair share of physical exercise for one night. And with someone such as Chariselle, it was hard to top that. (Actually, it was very easy, but that’s neither here nor there.) He felt just a little [i]bored[/i] by the advances. Did he mind them? Not remotely. But variety was spicy too. He needed something new and interesting. Was [i]everyone[/i] just trying to fuck and be fucked right now? Indifferent, or perhaps apathetic to whatever the fuck else was hornily happening at this whoredom, Azariah swiped a fresh bottle from behind the counter, when no one was looking, and poured another shot. Then he sat it back down. [color=0d0e20]"I don't know who anyone at this gathering is, dear thing, but I have to admit, there's a fine line between passion and whatever they're doing over there,"[/color] He said. [color=0d0e20]"There are more than enough rooms around this place, they could at [i]least[/i] show a small amount of subtlety."[/color] And there was zero subtlety of any kind in his voice. He was bored of pleasures found in the flesh for the moment.

[quote][color=#de9b8f]"Well, I for one am glad you did. It doesn't seem like it's going to be boring here, if that was any indication. I'm no prude, but I think fun times like that should be...intimate. Don't you think love?"[/color][/quote]

[color=0d0e20]"Far be it from me to rebuke an expert."[/color] Azariah slid the bottle closer her way. [color=0d0e20]"Careful, now. It's strong. You seem [i]fun,[/i] Lily. I'm sure we'll see each other tomorrow."[/color] He half-expected them to run off, hands entwined, drinking every last drop of it on the way to whatever place they'd be fucking in for the next few hours.

[table][row][cell][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/65c08e44-f8cf-49a5-ad5a-2fd1691328d2.png[/img][/cell][cell][color=87E3FF][h1][center][b]Marlen Ross[/b][/center][/h1]

[center]Child of Apollo	*	Bar
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Marlen cracked open the water bottle, and without noticing the look of blatant unamusement on the bartender's face. Or, if they [i]did[/i] happen to notice it... They didn't seem to care. Marlen stuck their thumb over the hole where the lid just was, and gave the whole bottle a swirl. A vigorous one, at that, and then they tipped it upside down, into their mouth. Rather than just take a drink from it like an ordinary, sane and normal person, a tiny whirlpool formed in the bottle, keeping it from sloshing out as water usually did. They didn't even seem to swallow a gulp of it, it just went down their throat with all the ease of water going down the side of a fucking gutter. The amount of time it took to pick up the water bottle and unscrew the lid was about as much time as it took Marlen to empty the damn thing.

[color=87E3FF]"I needed that. Thanks,"[/color] They said, before turning around and launching the bottle like a basketball [i]perfectly[/i] into a trash can from a distance.

Marlen was about to consider talking Mister Scruff's ear off, then the guy next to him decided to shoot a shot. At least... It seemed like he was with the look on his face. And, of course, most of the bar was about like that. Man, was Marlen the only one sober here? Crazy.

[quote][Color=04ed42]"Say.... is this a regular thing? Big parties like this?"[/color][/quote]

[color=87E3FF][i]"This[/i] is a party?"[/color] Marlen asked, as if they had any business inserting themselves into a conversation. [color=87E3FF]"Thought this was just a bar. [i]Do[/i] people drink like this every day, here? I wouldn't know, since I just showed up."[/color]