[h3][right][color=ADADAD]Silas’ Catharsis[/color][/right][/h3][right][@Stanifly][@Tlazolteotl][@silver21][/right]

[indent][indent][i][color=808080][b]“Nothing here's cheap. You pay one way or another. Everyone does."[/b][/color][/i][/indent][/indent]
[color=ADADAD]Silas ponders on that rather than the presence of people increasing around them, the sounds of their words and laughter not really registering in an overlay of voices he doesn’t care enough to listen to fully.

Though, when he opens his mouth to respond, his body jolts when he feels the slightest jab into his side with a quiet [i]'gah!'[/i][/color] 

[color=7ece73][b][i]“ – when you have miserable meatsacks like this one over here,”[/i][/b][/color] [color=ADADAD]He hears more clearly when he feels the jab, like his head knows this voice is part of what so [i]rudely[/i] interrupted him. It has a pretentious tone to it, makes his head turn to try and see what the hell touched him but the lighting and his own lack of decent vision allows the culprit to easily escape him. Though he looks and sees that [i]thing[/i] is still there at the counter, the large lizard dragon thing. Maybe just paranoid, it isn't real, just tactile hallucinations and needing to blame it on something.

He lets out a small growl of displeasure, drowned out by the club’s ambience. Whatever. Probably just some weirdo, people like to get touchy in these places, he just lets it go and the irritation drains away immediately.

Instead, he waves down a passing bartender behind the counter, not bothering to look up as they stop with a simple order in a flat tone, “Jack Daniels.”

He props his head up on the counter with his hand and scratches the blunt edge of his nail against the neon glass, bored maybe but he may as well bother the chick who started conversation with him first. That’s how socializing works, until they get annoyed and back off from his delightful people skills.

“So how’s [i]your[/i] drink?” Silas says casually to the same woman sitting beside him. Riveting conversation, he loves talking to people so much. Maybe she'll do him a favor and leave or have a subject to blab about without his input that he cares little to add.[/color]

[i][color=8882be]"Why would you choose to come here?"[/color][/i] [color=ADADAD]Silas hears underneath all the sound, so quiet nearly but he knows he heard it, his head locking into random bits and pieces of what people are saying. Yet, this particularly makes his brain spin with thoughts again. Who'd choose to come to a [i]club[/i]? Ridiculous question. For fun, right. To be human or something. That why these places exist, to be near people. Or have nice beats and drinks while making bad choices with people, which is what he's more privy to personally.

Either way... He rather not dwell on that. He just wants a damn drink.

[hider=Silas' perception]Silas felt Vicis poke him with his tail hehe.
He heard Sirpa somewhere in the background of the club he's in, I feel he can hear just about any of them if he focuses hard enough with moments of clarity but otherwise it's all just jumbled noise to him under club ambience and music.[/hider][/color]