The smell and sights of this particular bar, one that Pentious had never been to before, were rather pleasant so far. There wasn’t any stink of blood or beer staining the carpets, nor was there the stray sticky patch of mystery fluids that stuck to his scales upon his dining table, the dim colored lights of soft pinks and purples hanging up above in a sea of crystalline chandeliers while the walls were coated in long heavy satin curtains to give the illusion of a ball room making the atmosphere a classy one. The food he had received was steaming hot, the breaded steak cooked to perfection and just juicy enough he could feel the flavor ooze onto his tongue with every bite, the salad crunchy with just enough dressing that he could stomach the lack of flavor from the lettuce, and the wine just tart enough to make his tastebuds tingle as the cold rosé slid down his gullet. Waiters either walked with plates and platters and glasses on foot or flew through the air on wings that either buzzed or flapped, the men wearing suits, the women wearing sleek dresses that dangled worn beads and feathers, a center stage of sleek curtains and a runway of marble lined with gold placed in the center of the room upon which all the tables were circled around, no doubt a show being prepared behind it. All in all, it was shaping up to be quite the lovely first visit.
Despite such pageantry, however, Pentious couldn’t help but feel that this place, classy and charming as it was, was rather dangerous all at the same time. It was a dull feeling, one that made his scales itch, even as he sat there at one of the many tables that surrounded that glimmering stage, the dark purple silk cloth idly brushing against his coils as he had them tucked under the table itself so he wouldn’t go and trip any of the staff if they didn’t see his tail. The whole restaurant, from it’s staff to it’s looks, to even it’s food, had a sort of feel to it that spoke of a hidden face underneath all the glittering wealth and the polite rules of smiles and honey coated words, if not dripping with a sort of clandestine charm that seemed more evocative of the distant speakeasies of America’s past than anything resembling that of the drug dens and sex clubs that seemed to pollute Hell’s streets like fleas on the back of a rat. It was a sort of place that Pentious found himself fond of. It almost reminded him of the gilded halls that most of the criminal families of his past would lead him through in an attempt to impress, all while conscious of the gun he held to their backs; a backdrop of class and charm that glimmered and hypnotized, all while hiding behind closed doors that it was built on the foundation of blood and the bodies of the damned that they had used as scaffolding.
Not to say that Pentious himself wouldn’t dress up to fit the part. Dare he even say he was better dressed than all the other rabble that surrounded him now, talking and laughing amongst each other with a snide sort of snobbery that he himself had become an expert at imitating, and every once in a while, he could always feel those people casting a glance toward him out of thee corner of their eyes, as if waiting for him to pull out a weapon of his own making and light the place up within an instant. It was enough to make him smirk as he sat there at his seat, still eating the steak he had ordered, delighting in their fear and their apprehension, despite knowing they had nothing to fear. It was a common rule down in the Pride ring that if Sir Pentious came into the room lacking of his iconic suit, there was nothing to fear, and the dress he wore, dark blue and holding the smallest of incisions in the see through fabric to let the eye on his chest peer through, was more than a proper sign that there was no explosions and death to be had here. Upon his wrists sat two golden bracelets, shaped to resemble rattlesnakes, the scales made of encrusted gemstones, and upon his neck hung a bronze necklace, the centerpiece of such a thing hanging down upon his chest, and appearing to be a single dark red glass eye, the same size and shape as one of his own eyes, framed by a single bronze gear, remaining still and unmoving.
His hat was nowhere to be seen on his head, his hair was combed over, perfectly straight as it spilled down his back in luscious waves, and if one were to stare at his face, they would notice the think streaks of eyeliner upon his face, coming to sharp wing-tipped strokes at the very edges of his eyelids, giving them quite a striking outline that emphasized the beauty of his appearance. All in all, he was confident that this night was shaping up to be pretty good.
It was then that the lights, already soft and dim, began to slowly darken one by one, and he was snapped out of his thoughts just in time to see the spotlights for the stage’s runway begin to light up, and Pentious felt himself smirk a touch. Hopefully this performance wouldn’t turn out to be a total bore.
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“Holy shit...we are more alike than I thought. My thing began as a deal as well! Then it evolved into something more than I ever bargained for - way more. It used to be just about sex and a magic book!”
“Now I have to be romantic and shit...I’ve never been romantic, fuck. I was hoping you had advice on that, since we are in similar boats.”
Oh dear, she had been too foward. The hands being held up spoke volumes to her, and Black Star was quickly backpedalling. Her body stopped and the fur on the end of her tail bristled up. “O-Oh! I ah.. s-sorry about that, Phanta,” and her face was blushing more, god damnit. If only she could hide her face, but the cat couldn’t.
“P-Party? Um..” mentally Black Star was debating it. On one hand, it could be a fun experience. And maybe she could find a job? On the other, did it cost money to attend the party? For the sinner was broke, opening her pockets would result in tiny dust clouds popping out. “Y-Yes! I like to p-party! Parties are fun.. w-with food!”
NOT so much that I'm too anxious to rp with you because I absolutely want to I'm just not here as much right now but I WANT you to know I'm looking forward to more future threads.
((IT’S OK, IT’S ALRIGHT, I AM WILLING TO WAIT, IT IS NO WORRIES! YOU ARE ALRIGHT! I TOTALLY GET IT!))
Favorite thing about how you write your character? Personally I just really like your portrayal and the history you've given your pent it's VERY interesting imo and I love seeing what other ppl do with him. VERY much interested in what you've done with yours! His mannerisms are very spot on to me too. I like how you try to take a little bit more of a serious approach with him from what I've seen, as opposed to ONLY making him a silly goof ball.
((Awwww! Thank you so much! That really warms my heart, I love to hear your appreciation for how I write my Pentious!))
