Turnout [Open]

[Vale Hadas]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=height,350,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true] Cold red eyes darted around the club as her exposed tail flicked around in irritation. Vale wasn't exactly in a good mood but she didn't have a very good reason for it. Well technically she did, but it happened quite a while ago and she should have let it go. She couldn't. Nothing pissed Valentia off like this particular situation. At the very least she could comfort herself on the fact that the bastard that had the nerve to hit on her was lying in a ditch somewhere. Punching his face in a few good times really did make her feel better despite hearing so many times that violence wasn't the answer or some such drivel. Since that though Vale wasn't in any mood to mask her wings or her tail. Having the marks of her demonic nature out sure was a good way to repel certain people, but it was also a bit of a way to invite a fight. Either way, Vale was feeling a bit better just whipping her tail and twitching her wings. The devil's next thought to feel better was going to the old bar to get a little drunk, but she ended up heading for disco panic instead. It would be busy considering it was nighttime, but at least at the club Vale could still drink and perhaps could eye a couple ladies while she was at it. It looked rather promising too as she made her way to the bar where she could sit. A slender bodied redhead caught Vale's eye and as she passed she couldn't help running her tail against the redhead's leg with a smirk. Certainly the woman would have looked over to see what it was that just brushed up against her, but Vale had no intentions of looking back. If she wanted that redhead later she would find her again and she would have her. Valentia ran a hand through her hair as she confidently slid into a chair up by the bar. With a flick of her tail she ordered a drink and cast her gaze over the crowd once more. Though dancing wasn't exactly her thing she certainly couldn't oppose watching attractive females sway to a beat.

[Abel Ephraim]

Did God enjoy watching his underlings squirm in discomfort, knowing that his orders when without question? At this point, Abel couldn't tell. This time around, his mission wasn't to wreak havoc or use force to carry out his duty. Nope. He was to go to Disco Panic, a place known to be a place that the scum of the underworld came to play out their fetid fantasies and fetishes. And what was he to do? Get information. How the fuck was he supposed to waltz in to a bar filled with mangled demons and devils and expect them to cough up whatever he wanted to know? Knowing the full extent of his own power, however great it was, Abel wasn't insane enough to take on an entire establishment by himself. That would be suicide.

His wings were masked. He surely wasn't going to parade around with his enormous wings screaming out 'I'M AN ANGEL' to a crowd that would be more than happy to pounce on Abel if they figured out his little secret. It was an interesting place, that much he could admit. Music was playing at a relatively high volume, though conversation could still be had between close individuals. In a way, he preferred it this way. He wouldn't have to worry about prying ears listening in to what he was saying, and in this situation, that was definitely a huge plus.

There were also quite a few people inhabiting the place, though he was immediately revolted by the sheer amount of public indecency and complete disregard for any public decor that was taking place in the building; you had girls going down on other girls in the middle of the room, dancing that looked like sex with clothes on, individuals clearly on drugs that looked like they would die at any moment, and various other unpleasantness. But again, he wasn't here for the company or the fun. It was time to get to work. And what better place to start than the bartender, the center of all gossip and eavesdropping.

Abel made a bee-line towards the elongated table, and it wasn't long before he saw the few people that cluttered up the space surrounding the bar, which was packed with liquors and alcohols he had never even knew existed, and for a moment, Abel found himself wanting a drink. But that whim quickly lost its place in his mind as his eyes fixed on the silver-haired, black-winged, tailed female that sat at the only area of the bar where seats were available. Strange. The rest of the bar was packed, but it seemed like people tried to keep away from this one. But of course, who wouldn't? She was letting her little devil flag wave around as if she owned the place. A disgusted look almost made itself to Abel's face, but he kept it in check. Remember the mission was what he had to keep telling himself.

A sigh escaped his lips. Walking right into the demon's nest, as the saying goes. Abel took a seat next to the woman, her curvacious body becoming more pronounced the closer his examined her from the corner of his eye. Once settled, he looked to bartender, who gave him a rather wary eye.

"A gin and tonic, please." He didn't plan on drinking much of it, as he was on official business. But at the same time, he couldn't look too suspicious. After all, who goes to a club and doesn't order a drink? As the tall glass slid in front of him moment's later, Abel managed a nod towards the ugly man behind the table, who scurried off to help another hoodlum on the other side. He took a quiet sip, allowing just enough time for the woman beside him to notice his presence. It was a game, after all. If you could play it right, you could practically get whatever you wanted.

Looking towards the she-devil, Abel finally formed the words that would begin the mental battle that was sure to ensure. "I've gotta say, it's a pretty ballsy move for someone to parade around in full form like that." It wasn't particularly derogatory or inflammatory, but clearly just the beginnings of a friendly conversation. Or so it seemed.

[Vale Hadas]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=height,350,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true] The drink that she had ordered arrived swiftly and Valentia drew her hands around it, content to feel the cold glass. It would probably only be around five more drinks however that she felt better from what happened earlier. Just thinking about it more made her tail flick around in frustration. She wanted to go back and beat the man around a little more, but that really wouldn't do that much good now. Vale took a long sip of her vodka and tried to turn her thoughts to other things. There were many beautiful women about which should have been the thing she focused on the most, but something else caught her attention. An imposing man with bright orange hair walked in to the club, his face so stern looking. Valentia scowled to herself and forced her attention back to the women in the club. There were many other delicious ladies to stare at, so she really shouldn't waste time looking at a man. Rolling her eyes at herself she continued to eye women here and there. The redhead she noticed earlier was already off dancing with some man, turning Vale off to her immediately. Certainly there would be someone else she could objectify that wasn't straddling some pig of a man. Even if there was quite a bit of satisfaction in turning a straight woman. There was a split moment where Valentia humored that thought in a bit of a fantasy before she cast it off for other things. She watched as some slender attractive ladies danced to the beat a bit longer before she remembered she had a vodka to attend to. After taking another drink she heard a voice directed towards her, though she thought it was weird that he wasn't drowned out by the music. Many people couldn't have conversation in Disco Panic just because they didn't have a strong enough voice. He did. When Vale looked over to see who it was speaking at her she was a little upset to see it was the orange haired man from earlier. She didn't like how he called her ballsy, mostly because she hated men. "For one, jackass, I'm not ballsy. I'm confident. Pretty ballsy to call a fucking woman ballsy. For all you know I could be a man hater just waiting for the right knuckle headed idiot to say the wrong thing to me." Sure it wasn't friendly, but Vale wasn't exactly the friendly kind of person and she sure as hell wasn't afraid to let others know what she was thinking.

[Abel Ephraim]

The words shot out of her mouth like fire from a huge ass dragon. This woman had no issue being confrontational. Obviously. She was a fucking devil after all, the one thing that Abel could honestly say simply infuriated him more than anything else. But of course, for the sake of God (so to speak), he would have to keep his emotions in check to get through this errand he had been sent on. But how the hell was he supposed to get anything out of someone like this? Clearly she wasn't one for idle conversation, and more clear was the fact that she wasn't likely threatened in any sort of way, judging by the way she flaunted her full demon form without any acknowledgement to the awed stares from the others in the area.

But, a slight, passive chuckle did escape Abel's lips as the woman finished her response. The utter venom that dripped on very syllable was very typical, or so he thought, of most demons and devils, but this one was even more so anxious to just rip someone's throat out than most. And for whatever reason, the thought was rather amusing to Abel. Scary? Absolutely. But interesting nonetheless. Apparently what he had said did not particularly sit well with her. Either that, or this was just how she normally was. Either way, Abel was sure that there was something special about this devil due to her openness with her physical appearance, wings and tail out and all. This girl wasn't afraid of anyone or anything, and that kind of confidence, especially with those affiliated with Hell, only came with those in positions of power. Atleast, that was Abel's thought process.

"Man hater, huh? Shit, I really hope that's not the case. Atleast let me buy you a drink. And don't worry, I'm certainly not hitting on you, as you don't seem the time to really care about stuff like that. I'm just a new guy around these parts looking for someone to show me the ropes, if you catch my drift."

He wasn't particularly sure of how this would all turn out, or where it was heading. But the way Abel saw it, the further he could dig a conversation out of her, the further he was in completing his goal. Hopefully there was some hint of something, anything, that could allow him to get back to where he belonged and get this whole fiasco done and over with. Abel took another sip of his gin and tonic, running his other hand through his long red-orange hair before letting it settle against his head again. With a slight twitch of his fingers, he slightly readjusted his eye-patch before reaching down into his pocket and drawing out a pack of cigarettes. With a quick flick, the end of a single cigarette popped up and Abel drew it out with the edge of his lips.

"And if not a drink, then maybe a smoke?"

Maybe she'd been having a good night. Was that possible for the spawn of Satan? Who knew. But it was worth a shot. Hell, she may even accept both offers.

[Vale Hadas]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=height,350,true][atrb=width,410,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true] Something about the man beside her really annoyed Valentia, and it wasn't just for the simple fact that he was a man. Considering what she said she was really expecting him to get pissed off or maybe even storm off, but when that odd sort of chuckle escaped his lips she could hardly contain her fury. So casual about her remarks. As much as she wanted to just beat the orange-headed man up there and then she chose to hear him out. A choice that she started to regret right away considering she felt like, despite his words, he might have been hitting on her. Not many people said shit like that unless they were trying to get in your pants because 'buying someone a drink' in Eden came with a pretty heavy price. Still he claimed he was new to town, which she also doubted highly. "I don't smoke," She replied to his last comment flatly. As if to answer the other part of his utterance without having to say a thing, Valentia brought her Vodka to her lips and took a long drink. At least alcohol would make this little meeting a little more tolerable. "As for that whole 'showing you the ropes' thing..." Vale put down her drink and looked over to the man seriously, making sure what she was about to say really got to him. "I don't think at one point I've sent off that 'helpful' kind of vibe, but if you're getting it from me you should really check that shit. I am in no mood to go around schooling you and if you want someone to going after a pronounced devil probably isn't going to be a good bet, don't you think?" The bitter scowl on her face should have been enough to ward anyone off assuming the whipping tail didn't, but this man was different. It bothered Valentia more than she could say. If he kept playing friendly she might have to do something a little more violet to get him to buzz off, which wasn't looking so terrible at that point.