Make Me Wanna Die -Open-

[Felony Scarlet Marston]

The crowd was pretty good, the club was packed. Tonight Felony's band 'The Pretty Reckless' was preforming at a club in Monroe. Felony was wearing sort of a slip dress that was tan in color but also a little see through with tan studs going down it. One could see the outline of her black lacy bra and underwear. Holding her dress down was garters, and lastly her shoes were 8 inch clear glass stilettos with a slot and the word tips above it, what made it even worse was that there was really money in it. Her eyes were lined with thick black eyeliner and eyeshadow.

The crowd was cheering and screaming as Felony spoke into the mic, "Alright. This is out last song of the night. It's called Make Me Wanna Die." She said as the music started play, she took a breath before she started singing. "I had everything, opportunities for eternity and I could belong to the night. Your eyes, your eyes, I can see in you eyes. You make me wanna die, I'll never be good enough. You make me wanna die, and everything you love will burn up in the light. Every time I look inside your eyes." She belted out the chorus. After the song ended she walked off the stage and into the back. She went over to her purse and pulled out a small vial containing blood. She opened it and drank it all, Felony was doing V.

((Her outfit Here))

[Azzura Selene Kattalakis]

Part of being new around town, Azzura had wanted to check out the local hotspots, get to know the area, the people. And then of course she couldn’t- wouldn’t- pass up this opportunity to have fun after the move, especially in such a crowded club. The scents accompanied with partying humans was heavily concentrated this late in the night, but after a while she’d found it bearable, and she didn’t have to try as hard to keep the grimace off her perfect features. In true Azzura clubbing fashion, she’d pulled out the black leather pants, fitting snug on her toned legs and sitting low on her hips. She wore a matching black cami tank top that also hugged her tall, athletically built form, riding up enough to show some skin, and locking everything together were the 3 ½ inch heels. Small yes, but when you’re 5’11 heels aren’t really that big of an option. Damn, such a shame.

She turned around to lean against the bar counter when the lead singer was about to finish off the night. She raised a careful brow in mild surprise, checking the small watch on the inside of the leather cuff bracelet she’d worn on her left wrist. Along with that, she also sported the 15 inch silver chain wrapped loosely around the same wrist as a constant accessory- as well as a sometimes handy weapon. “Well damn.” She muttered, mind clearing from the vodka- induced buzz. She hadn’t intended on spending so long at the club, but guess the time just flew by. Of course she’d been having her fun here dancing it up while gaining information, but truly she needed a job now that she was in a new city.

She tucked a few stray strands of her dark locks behind her ears, intense blue eyes searching for a patron of Hooligans. She wove expertly through the moving and dancing bodies of human and supe alike, even a few vamps, towards what she thought of to be the door to the inner offices, but she never got there. A man cut in in front of her, hand going to her elbows to hold her as he addressed her. He was too drunk to care about the glare she had. [glow=red,2,300]“I needa ‘nutha few buurs wuman.”[/glow] He slurred, stepping forward to catch his balance. Full lips hardened into a stern line as she heated up the glare, visibly causing him to flinch now and let go of her to take a step back.

“I don’t work here bud, now kindly move away.” She said with a slight twang, offering some civility since she really did want to at least try and get a job here, and maiming one of the party-goers wouldn’t add to her favor. The man- average height and build, blonde and hazel eyed, dug through his pockets and pulled out a 20$. [glow=red,2,300]“Well kindly reconsider. Might as well start workin’ now.”[/glow] The fact that this man could be mocking her was overlooked for the moment as she worked a small half grin, taking the bill and pocketing it as she walked off. Sure she’d get his drink- when she felt like it.

The door wasn’t locked, so the were femme boldly strode in, making her way further backstage. Despite the heels, she was fairly quiet as she walked, and if security saw her they didn’t bother. Whether it was because she looked gorgeous enough to pass as one of the club “dancers” or maybe they thought she was just important enough to be there- she had that type of air about her. She rounded a corner and saw just in time to see the blonde pull out the tiny vial of liquid problems. And she couldn’t help the smirk that played on her beautiful face. It had been a while since she’d last done a mini experiment, well looks like now was the perfect time. Already her sharp calculative mind was at work. She leaned against the doorframe/ arms crossed under her cleavage before she spoke.

“My, my, such a dirty drug for such a talented artist.” She drawled out slowly, even though her accent was different from the Louisiana dialect, but where she was from would hardly be the topic of choice now that the werewolf had just caught this woman taking V, and with the few vampires still out in the club who know what Azzura would try and pull. Oh what would Felony dear do to keep Azzura from starting a scene?

“You know, I wonder what the vamps would think knowing that their club’s band leader was- well you know.” She nodded as if agreeing to her own words, sounding more curious than sinister as of yet. She drew in a long breath through her nose, just barely scenting the blood but scenting it all the same- also proving she was a supe of some sort because of her enhanced senses.

“So, watcha plan on doing now Miss…?” She leaned off the frame, taking slow, careful steps towards the woman, eyeing her up and down to get a proper read on her. Nothing would escape her. Azzura was cocky and charming and sexy and devious as ever. And there was a certain hunger in the depths of the deep blue eyes, but not for the V. No, it was the hunger of lust as she approached the blonde, maintaining a few feet of distance just to keep comfortable, the smirk transforming into a dangerously cool half grin.

((Her outfit-minus the hat lol))