#shadow.starter

[hus-sara]

Sara let out a low whistle. “Swanky ass place. Maybe a bit stuffy. But hey the alcohol is flowing!” A waiter passed her carrying a tray of Champaign flutes, Sara swiped one and took a sip. “Course if alcohol ain’t quite your speed, I’ve got plenty of other stuff you can try.” She lifted her black purse-- small but filled to the brim with baggies and tables of unmentionables. Sara’s goal was to empty it out and by the end of the night have a nice wad of cash to carry out.

[thenxghtwemet]

"Martinis... My only friend.” coed Andrea appreciatively, holding what had to be her third (or was it fifth?) drink of the night. The witch hadn’t set out to get inebriated. Andrea prided herself in responsible consumption. But something about attending a luxurious party after months of feeling solemn felt... Well, like an opportunity to shake off the rust. She’s tried dancing until her feet bled and multiple prayers... Turns out, the quick fix was alcohol all along. “Wow, you look amazing!” gushed Andrea, spilling a bit of her drink as she pivots to the person beside her. “Ugh, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Hundred percent. Wouldn’t change a thing!”

[lennox-bishop]

“Please don’t tell me there’s cat hair in your coffee.” Lennox spotted someone out of the corner of his eye as he put books back on the shelf. Catticus had been in an extra sassy mood that day, probably due to Lennox having spent so much time away while he was at the party. “Or that he knocked it over. You can have a refill on the house if that cat kicked it or something.”

[jacqdubois]

"What are you doing up here?” Jacques asks, laying back on the chaise of the sprawling garden. The manor party was in full swing, with champagne and caviar flowing freely. Like any good politician, he made his rounds. Equal parts wit and humor, gathering allies and staring down enemies as quickly as he sipped champagne. It wasn’t his first, nor was it his last rodeo. Still, a breath of fresh air was needed. Or rather, a few minutes with his pristine cigars. “Care for one?” He extends a spare cigar, brows raised pointedly.

[theartofruling]

“The feeding den is completely safe. I can assure you of that. Indulgence has nothing but the best quality dancers, perfect entertainment, and if you want to try your hand at journeying down into the den, I can personally assure that every precaution is taken to ensure the safety of all those involved.” He was very proud of Indulgence, and sure accidents happen and a casualty or two might occur, but willing participants in feedings were a necessity for the den and he’d smooth talk whoever he had to to make sure his business was plentiful and his den was packed, mostly for his own selfish reasons for his clan. 

[stormyand-grey]

Even before coming to Shadowfalls, Grey was no stranger to strip clubs. They were one of his favorite places to unwind with a beer and just forget his troubles, and he seemed to have no end of those lately. With a beer in hand, he couldn’t help but grin as he watched one particularly enthusiastic lady throw herself around the pole on the main stage. He was so distracted by her performance, that when someone walked by, he barely looked at them, just assuming it was his server. “Yeah, I’ll take another beer, thanks.”

[lennox-bishop]

“You look like you need a drink,” Lennox mused, twirling the little decorative umbrella from his cocktail around between his fingers. “Hang on - let me guess your order. Everyone has a signature drink, right? Yours is definitely...a whiskey sour.”

[lennox-bishop]

“Shhh, don’t tell. I'm hiding from the fae leaders.” Lennox was almost always down to talk business and future plans for the city, but after a few drinks, it seemed like a bad idea to start chatting with the fae. “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and realize I’ve made a promise I can’t fulfill.”