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[center][h1][color=#7D5CB3]Kessler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Underground • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night[/center]
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Kessler took it all in, the revellers bouncing like messy, elastic band rag dolls to the incessant bass, the dope fiends nodding out to the hypnotic synth lines and pounding beat, the scent of sweat thick in the air, nearly as heady a scent as the blood of the unsuspecting, the sweet, tangy aroma of sex and intoxication tugged at him, urging him. The broad-shouldered man took another look at Dom and Vee taking at the bar, looked for Dom’s shadows, seeing two close by, making themselves fade into the crowd. Whatever Dom and Vex were discussing, it was serious, based on their closeness, and the shared look of something akin to anguish, or was it mischief, or challenge, or a tense combination of all three. In any case, should something blow up, he wasn’t far off. One quick reflex move, and he’d be at his Alpha’s side. Besides, Dom could take care of himself. He was a big boy. Vex, on the other hand… Kess wasn’t sure even Dom could handle Vex in the state she appeared to be in. 

He checked his watch. Hours till the meeting with the Warden, Wulde. He moved in time with the music, letting himself be carried by the crowd, waiting for a hint of her scent. His shirt was soaked with a combination of the night rain, and sweat as he danced and moved through the crowd, hands moving over his shoulders, his abs, his chest, bodies pressing from all sides, until finally he found the scent he had sought all night. No longer lost to the beat thundering in his chest, Kessler moved like he was stalking prey. He didn’t avoid the hands and the bodies that gyrated and moved against him, but now he moved with purpose, until she was in sight. [i]Viper[/i]. Another woman, younger, human, barely contained in her slashed and cropped ‘Vein Theory’ tee and short leather skirt, bounced and groped against Casey, the two of them, moving as one in the midst of the maelstrom. His blood boiled to see them together, the thought of the two of them toying with this human girl was intoxicating. Moving to Casey, his hands found the place where her hips flared, and he moved over her form, letting the human girl’s hands meet his own, her tiny form dwarfed by his, and the sleek musculature of Viper stood in stark contrast to the human’s waifish, goth-pale slenderness. They were both beautiful, though they stood in stark contrast to each-other, and Kessler drew them in so that they would both be able to move against him, with him. 

They swayed that way for awhile, hands moving over bodies, body temperatures and shapes mingling, combining. Flesh pressed against flesh, and all of the responses that incurs. Kessler lifted the goth girl’s mouth to his. Then brought Casey’s lips to the black-lipstick-pout of the goth girl. There was no hesitation. No coercion. Only rabid, intoxicated heat. It was time to find a slightly more secluded spot where the crushing rhythm and pulse of the music could still be felt. Kess knew just the place. Close. Dark. Hot... where they wouldn't be disturbed.