12-02-2013, 07:31 PM
Yuri scowled as Mister Handsome led Spectra Lin off, taking that other dude with the weird hair with him as Yellow Eyes seemed fixated on something entirely different. Well, fuck Spectra. He wasn't in the mood for joining a circle jerk around her at the moment and it seemed she attracted dicks like ants to honey. Maybe he'd get her alone, later.
The power slipped from Yuri's grasp at that moment. Fuck. That urge to feel it again coursing through his veins pulsed through his mind, an itch to fulfill his craving. And his drink was empty. Not a good combination there.
Yuri cursed to himself -- not actually at himself, cause he was totally awesome, of course -- and walked away to find the bartender. It took him a circuitous route through the penthouse suite that netted him another sale. Finally he made it to the bartender, just off from the main entrance.
Yuri put hard cash on the bar. "Your best. Straight up."
Luckily there'd been a change in shift, at least for the bartender who had been there earlier. Else Yuri would have likely ripped the man's throat out for giving the goods away to Yellow Eyes.
Glass filled, Yuri took a sip and was satisfied. This would do. He turned away from the bar and sprinkled some of his magic dust into the glass. That would make everything better. He'd already made his nut among the upper crust who wanted to partake in Yuri's goods and then some, so why not imbibe in a little candy? He sipped again, and could feel the workings of that little pill through his veins.
He turned from the bar and began to walk, intending to make his way to the balcony again. Certainly there'd be some clients out there. Or maybe Spectra had grown bored of Mr. Handsome and was ready to come crawling back to the first object of her attentions.
The way back to the balcony took him through the main entrance way. Yuri plowed through, not really wanting to make any eye contact with the fucking high class drones that waited there.
Then he bumped a shoulder with someone. Apparently it looked like his path clashed with wherever some other guy was going. Yuri pushed back hard, someone with broad shoulders who was expecting his way to be cleared just by his presence -- Fuck that, Yuri didn't diverge his path traveled for no one. The man stumbled.
"Watch where you're going, asshole,"
Yuri said, deciding to spare a glance for the fucker who'd bumped into him.
Well, fuck. He didn't expect to see that.
The power slipped from Yuri's grasp at that moment. Fuck. That urge to feel it again coursing through his veins pulsed through his mind, an itch to fulfill his craving. And his drink was empty. Not a good combination there.
Yuri cursed to himself -- not actually at himself, cause he was totally awesome, of course -- and walked away to find the bartender. It took him a circuitous route through the penthouse suite that netted him another sale. Finally he made it to the bartender, just off from the main entrance.
Yuri put hard cash on the bar. "Your best. Straight up."
Luckily there'd been a change in shift, at least for the bartender who had been there earlier. Else Yuri would have likely ripped the man's throat out for giving the goods away to Yellow Eyes.
Glass filled, Yuri took a sip and was satisfied. This would do. He turned away from the bar and sprinkled some of his magic dust into the glass. That would make everything better. He'd already made his nut among the upper crust who wanted to partake in Yuri's goods and then some, so why not imbibe in a little candy? He sipped again, and could feel the workings of that little pill through his veins.
He turned from the bar and began to walk, intending to make his way to the balcony again. Certainly there'd be some clients out there. Or maybe Spectra had grown bored of Mr. Handsome and was ready to come crawling back to the first object of her attentions.
The way back to the balcony took him through the main entrance way. Yuri plowed through, not really wanting to make any eye contact with the fucking high class drones that waited there.
Then he bumped a shoulder with someone. Apparently it looked like his path clashed with wherever some other guy was going. Yuri pushed back hard, someone with broad shoulders who was expecting his way to be cleared just by his presence -- Fuck that, Yuri didn't diverge his path traveled for no one. The man stumbled.
"Watch where you're going, asshole,"
Yuri said, deciding to spare a glance for the fucker who'd bumped into him.
Well, fuck. He didn't expect to see that.