Butterflies Beats {OPEN}

[LEXINGTON HOLDEN CRANE]

It wasn't that he wanted to, it was more that he could. Lex pulled up in his new Audi he had purchased today with daddies money, again not that he wanted to use his father for his cash but the fact that he could he decided he'd milk the tit of the man that has given him so much and yet so little at the same time, emotionally anyway. Tonight he decided he'd play a little looser then what he was used to, not stuck inside the offices of Wolfram and Hart, but instead out to the club Butterflies & Beat.

The club scene was far from his scene, but there was something comforting to him about loud obscene music that had repetitive beats that take little to zero talent to make. It could be the fact that his father hates it and he knew for a fact he'd never bump into him here, or it could be the fact that it drowns any thoughts he could have that would potentiality make him stressful.

As odd as it sounds, he doesn't go for the booze or the women, he goes for the serenity of it all.

Lex walked towards the entrance of the club, nodding at the lean buff black shirted bouncers standing in front as he stepped over the thresh hold without so much as a second glance. Vul'Kuree demons, employed by the good fellows at WRH, perks of the job and father being CEO.

The loud music filled his ears, bodies pushing up against each other, against the wall, crowded, loud. Not a thought crossing Lex's mind about work or otherwise. A man clad in a glittery suit approached him, placing a shoulder on his hand and giving a big grin, the owner. Not a demon, not with WRH, not yet.

"Usual table please." He shouted close to the glittery suit, who then nodded in turn leading him towards a secluded spot over looking some of the club. It was roped off, reserved. Lex nodded and smiled, removing the rope and sitting down in his booth, two drinks were already there sitting and waiting for him. Taking one in his hand he began sipping at it, listening as the beats pounded his ear drums.

His table was easily spotted, easily accessible for anyone to approach. He liked it that way, despite the fact of being a golden needle in the hay he likes the feeling of being approachable, even if not approached. Also, easier to get out. Security is so tight, they even stop and check the obvious people. Afraid of dopplegangers maybe?

[lynnie]

The night life intrigued him. Humans staying out until all hours of the morning, throwing their money away on girls and alcohol. He was always unsure as to why they did this, but as a creature of the night, he had nothing to complain about. He was one of those "humans", but he went out for the hunt. It had nothing to do with getting laid, or getting pissed drunk. For him it was the kill. The thrill of the hunt and using his fucked up made-up human life to get the girl.

Tonight was no different for him as any other. He woke up in his small apartment, just as the sun was setting, the thick curtains blocking out the suns rays so he wouldn't get burned. He took a quick shower and stared at his lack of a reflection for several minutes as he tried to tame his mass of curls before heading out once the stars shone bright, and the moon hung high over the English city. Angelus didn't know why he stayed in England, and most Irish people from his day, he hated the English. The question as to why, had no answer. It was just the way he had been brought up, and it still had yet to die away.

He walked through the crowded streets, the smell of alcohol, sex and various drugs filling his nostrils with the sweet smell. He pulled out a small crumpled pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and pulled one out. It wasn't really much of a wonder as to the seven-hundred year old vampire smoked the cancer-causing sticks. It wasn't as if they really affected him. He had no need to breath, and had no risk of getting sick from them so it didn't matter. Plus, in most of the decades he had lived through, everyone smoked, it was just a trend he'd gotten into, and had yet to quit.

Angelus pulled out a lighter from his pocket and put the cigarette to his lips, lighting it and inhaling. The sense of relief he got as the drug was put into his system, caused the vampire to sigh contently, and close his eyes. Upon opening them again, he blew the smoke out through his nose before taking another drag. After several minutes, he finished the cigarette, and threw the butt into the street, not caring where it landed. It was good timing as well. As he threw away the end of his cigarette, Angelus came upon his first stop of the night; Butterflies & Beats.

It didn't take very long before Angelus was let into the club considering the line, but as long as he was in, it didn't matter to him how long it took. The Irish man, looked around the club, his hand in his front pockets. The music blared through the place, drinks were being served at the bar, and various people were dancing on the dance floor. Upon looking deep into the back of the club, Angelus spotted one man in the back of the club, dressed nicely in a suit. He seemed like the business type, and it intrigued him.

With a smirk on his face, Angelus flittered to where the man sat, passing the velvet rope, sitting next to him. "'Ey there Mate." The Irish boy said. Not trying to be discrete at all, Angelus trailed his nose several centimeters above the other man's throat, fron his shoulder to his earlobe taking in his scent, but cringed at the awful smell. He wasn't as human as he was thought to be, but he wasn't a vampire either. "Yer not 'uman."

status: complete
tagged: lex/open
music: She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty - Dance Gavin Dance
outfit: Click
notes: hey there!

[LEXINGTON HOLDEN CRANE]

As the wave of music crashed down around him, he closed his eyes for a brief second and smiled. He pulled out his blackberry making several memos for tomorrows work load. Figures, even when feeling like he was in a place of solitude he ends up doing work, no matter how benign. Frowning at himself, he finished up before setting his blackberry neatly back into his sport coat pocket before taking a sip of his drink, watching lights bounce off of lights, windows, shiny girls tops. The array of lights near blinding, it was no wonder it was easy pickings for the likes of vampires and such, wasn't like they had to do much to mask an attack as people are necking and there was so much noise you couldn't hear a woman giving labor the next booth over.

Though at the call of a thought a man with a heavy Irish accent approach him in his booth, and immediately took to sniffing his neck. Lex ignored him, knowing exactly what creature he was dealing with chose to ignore and looked straight forward and took a sip, the vampire noted he wasn't totally human. Lex smirked and placed his drink down and looked at the vampire who had entered his booth.

"I wonder sometimes, if thats because of the Werewolf inside me, or the Wolfram and Hart inside me. What do you want vampire, make it quick." He lifted his drink back up to his lips and took another sip, this one a little more hearty then the others, but it could be because of present company. He wasn't amused by vampires, probably because of their immortality and sometimes what they chose to do with it.

He didn't agree either when his father told him who took over chair at the L.A Branch either before it vanished, vampire no less. Though, seems like the senior partners wanted him there so what the senior partners want the senior partners get.

One day Lex plans to take over the London branch, and a sight that will be.

[lynnie]

He didn't really mind looking as though he was flirting with the lawyer. Angelus cocked his head to the side, placing his elbow on the edge of the bench they sat in, playing the the other man's hair. he wasn't going to make a huge scene, but he wasn't really all that excited to be in such close proximity with a werewolf. He wasn't about to draw attention to themselves and leaned in whispering into the other man's ear. "Let's try t' keep dis on de down low eh mate? Don't nade t' make a 'uge scene." He continued to play with the dark locks upon the lawyer's head, knowing that it was probably going to bug him a bit as he watched him take a larger sip of his drink, seemingly annoyed.

"I wonder sometimes, if thats because of the Werewolf inside me, or the Wolfram and Hart inside me. What do you want vampire, make it quick." Angelus smirked, of course he knew what he was. He could tell what the other man was of course, it was only likely that the detection was mutual. "Well mate, Oi wus gunna kill ye, but lawyer, nor werewolf really settle well wit me. So fer naw, Oi'm goin' t' make it look as t'ough Oi'm flirtin' s'amelessly wit ye." He chuckled, raking his hands through the other man's hair, liking this game a little too much. The other man was good looking, but the fact that he was a werewolf and a lawyer, annoyed the younger looking vampire to no end. So why he stayed, really was only because he looked good, and Angelus knew that he would look good on him.

status: complete
tagged: lex/open
music: She Makes Dirty Words Sound Pretty - Dance Gavin Dance
outfit: Click
notes: DONE!

[LEXINGTON HOLDEN CRANE]

The Lion that eats the Wolf in Sheep's Clothing!

:::Let the MUSICswallow you whole:::

Needless to say Lex was not amused with this vampire's activities at all, either this one is particularly asking to get staked or its been hiding under a rock for god who knows how long. Sighing he pushed his own drink away, his eyes turned black and his lower jaw seemed to expand slightly, but not noticeably when you were close. His furred and clawed hand grabbed the vampire by the scoff of his shirt, and he pushed him away from his ear, and just as he did that his hand seemed to have reverted back to its' human state. When tempered, obviously a bit of wolf comes out, more angry he becomes, more wolf comes out and the more wolf comes out the more Lex has no control. Needless to say, its nice having some what of boost of bestial strength when the wolf comes out to play. Makes dealing with cretins a lot more easy.

"Listen vampire, you feel like playing Brokeback Mountain thats your business. Trying to make it mine isn't going to fly, if you wanna play go find a Slayer. It'll do you good to get some one on one time with sharp wooden objects anyhow. So if you don't have any dealings with Wolfram and Hart piss on off. Theres enough vampires in the office that I've had it up to here with stereotypical sex driven vampire attitudes." Lex shook his head and reached over for his drink once more and held it in his hand, he ran his own hand through his hair and grunted in annoyance as he fixed it from its touched positions. He held his drink in his glass and looked in it, watching as the ice cubes bounced, they were slightly melted as the edges were now smooth on the frozen blocks of water used to cool down his alcoholic beverage.