Location: Pest Nightclub Date: March 30 Starter: @prisephone
It’s gotten late. Late enough that Aydin is already considering skipping out on sleep altogether. It wouldn’t be the first night. I wouldn’t be the last. If today’s events have anything to say about it at least. He’s angry. He’s confused. But most of all? He wants a drink. His ascension to Seraphim was supposed to be grand and glorious. A feat to remember, but now it’s only scarred by the knowledge that Death is real. Very, very, real. He hates them for stealing his thunder. He hates Jack for his betrayal. He hates them the most for killing Ricardo. Good and loyal Ricardo. He’d deserved better. At least he’d died proud. Aydin misses him, a surprise considering they were never close, their ideals two sides of different coins. But he feels his loss keenly regardless.
He tried sleeping, tried tossing and turning until his mind gave out and he could sink into blissful sleep. But nothing. There was too much to think about, too much to consider, too much to worry about. Death had not been subtle. If Jack had been tempted who else? It’s a never ending spiral of dark thoughts. Thoughts he hardly wants to entertain any longer. Which is how he’s found himself within the comforting and familiar walls of the night club. His home away from home. It’s slower tonight, but there’s a sense of security here Aydin can find no where else.
He seats himself at the bar, a few seats away from anyone else. He’s not here for the company of strangers. Just the noise that they make in the background. The bar tender doesn’t even ask, just nods and in moments a cool glass of his favorite whiskey is set in front of him. He drowns it in one go. Another appears, he takes his time with this one. The bartender serves a giggling group of girls, small bags tucked less than inconspicuously into their purses. He smiles. Small favors. His eyes roam the bar and he finds Priscilla with ease. Her blonde hair a beacon in the room. He raises his glass and his brow, a silent offer to join him. He’s not looking for company, but for Priscilla he’d gladly make an exception this evening.