@florence-midknight
It was bleeding into the wee hours of the morning. The club was crawling with people and drunk patrons that littered the dance floor, laughing and enjoying the nightlife.
Mariku found himself at the bar, seated at a stool and chin rested on the back of his fist. His other hand tracing the tip of his index finger round the lip of his glass. His eyes scanning the dance floor along with the walls to see if he could spot any potential company, but so far... No dice. Noe on sparked his interest and hs tongue traced his lips thoughtfully. He wondered if he should just turn in for the night and head home.
Nothing to show for it, Not even a pretty little thing to tie up in the basement...
Most evenings would bare something for him but tonight the crowd was different and the music wasn’t what they normally played. Perhaps it just wasn’t his type of hunting material he was used to. For pleasure or business, either way.
