06-12-2014, 08:12 PM
Unfortunately, after an hour of laying on his best stuff, Jaxen had yet to secure the all too rare invitation to attend the Privy's after party. The haze of a drugged crescendo took over the club. More people were high than not, and for once Jaxen was not one of them. He wanted sharp wits about him, but sipping vodka with secret society body guards and the Privilege of DIV for two hours left his veins pleasantly warm.
A peek at the Wallet said it as nearing one AM when he finally took his leave. Moon seemed sad to see him go, so Jaxen rewarded her with a kiss on the hand. Onyx made him promise to see her backstage at her next concert, which of course he did. The lie slipped slick through his teeth.
He left by the front door. No sneaking around for Jaxen. Though he did scan the roof-lines around him while the valet brought the car. Plenty of people were waiting to get into the exclusive club, and his eyes narrowed upon a trio of dark girls waiting in line. Jeweled studs decorated their noses, black lines wisped from the corners of their eyes. He bowed his head in acknowledgement. Takeo could keep his divas, Jaxen had altogether more specific tastes.
He smirked and called to the light. It shuddered his bones when it engulfed him, like being thrown into a furnace, he had to wield it or he'd burn alive.
A gust of breeze unnaturally ruffled the foremost girl's skirt, and a sly smile quirked a corner of his mouth.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Jun 12 2014, 08:16 PM.
A peek at the Wallet said it as nearing one AM when he finally took his leave. Moon seemed sad to see him go, so Jaxen rewarded her with a kiss on the hand. Onyx made him promise to see her backstage at her next concert, which of course he did. The lie slipped slick through his teeth.
He left by the front door. No sneaking around for Jaxen. Though he did scan the roof-lines around him while the valet brought the car. Plenty of people were waiting to get into the exclusive club, and his eyes narrowed upon a trio of dark girls waiting in line. Jeweled studs decorated their noses, black lines wisped from the corners of their eyes. He bowed his head in acknowledgement. Takeo could keep his divas, Jaxen had altogether more specific tastes.
He smirked and called to the light. It shuddered his bones when it engulfed him, like being thrown into a furnace, he had to wield it or he'd burn alive.
A gust of breeze unnaturally ruffled the foremost girl's skirt, and a sly smile quirked a corner of his mouth.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Jun 12 2014, 08:16 PM.