Who: @cavernovs (Elian) Where: The Ghouliard When: Current Date What: Val needs a break from her own clientele so she decides to come play at Naj's instead. Instead of Naj, she gets his faithful little plaything.
Stepping into The Ghouliard felt a little like coming home. The ambiance shimmered across her skin, licking up her spine and it felt like the walls whispered welcome back. It had been far too long since she'd ventured away from her own club - after having to hire an entirely new staff and train them in the art of keeping her kochba high and her club clean - she was due a break from it. Her feet carried her through the pulsing crowd to the section she'd claimed as her own from the first day of its unveiling. Imagine her surprise when she found someone else sitting in her booth. Stopped at the threshold, Val tilted her chin to the side at the offending party, brow raised in study. "Hmm," she did not know him, or his ... friend - a rather starved looking human by the likes of it. Blinded by neon and writhing, Valerie turned on her heel to seek out a member of the staff. She'd heard tell of Naj's soul-stealer, the merman who'd been taken, but she'd not yet lain eyes upon the myth. Doe eyes scanned the crowd, hand clasped to her hip. They stopped when they met a rather imposing figure, cascaded in half darkness. She parted the crowd in a blast of get-the-fuck-out-of-my-way, before walking through the path she created, coming to a stop at Elian's front.
"Last time I checked," she started, chin tiling up to meet his gaze, "that booth belongs to me. Care to explain why there are pair of deviants in it?"