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A Familiar Face? [achromatic]
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Post by smith on Jul 19, 2020 4:06:13 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
It was nights like these that Tucker continued living for: a random Friday night at Desires without a care in the world, the music from a DJ he helped make famous blaring so loud that the walls were shaking, and all the booze he could ever at just an arms length away. His attire for the night wasn’t anything extravagant; just a nice button-up and tie. If you didn’t know him he’d just blend in as another rich party boy. The night was still young so he hadn’t set his sights on who he’d be spending the night with just yet, whether it be upstairs in his living space or down below where everyone truly let loose.
Tucker swayed with the music as more people began to flood in the club. In his hand was a strawberry daiquiri, after thousands of years he still preferred fruity cocktails instead of the hard liquor that most of his clientele swallowed by the bottle. The cocktail waitresses knew to always replenish his drink every time it got low. They must have assumed him to be a raging alcoholic with the amount he drank, but if they only knew how much your tolerance increases after six thousand years in an immortal body.
The club owner danced off to the side of the club so he could watch the crowd, seeing if anyone looked interesting enough to pursue.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 19, 2020 9:39:08 GMT
'You have a reputation to uphold these days,' he could still hear Rhiannon's irritated voice in his head. 'Lay off me, will you?' he'd snap back. He loved his little sister, he really did, but god, sometimes she could be such a pain in the ass. She had that internal need to be such a control freak at all times, and sometimes it meant even him. Of course, she was right. He wasn't just some punk down in the docks loading ships for traders anymore, and he certainly wasn't one of the thousands of factory workers back in the old days.
Then again, if he owned a bar, didn't that mean he should be enjoying places that served alcohol? He had snapped back that she was well known for her fondness for the bootleg moonshine back in the day, which had resulted in another argument, but this decade, alcohol was legal and he intended to take advantage of it as much as possible. Desire Lounge was a place that was well talked about in the circles. The kind of exclusive space that seemed to radiate a certain mystery to it, according to a patron of his that had recently visited. She said it was something like a private club, where certain rooms were exclusive to the most elite of the elite.
Of course, that had piqued the man's curiosity, so here he was, dressed in the strange-yet-extravagant way he was used to dressing, here to have a good time and perhaps pick up a few ideas here and there too. The DJ was good, he could tell the people were really vibing with the music. The man immediately headed over to the bar; what was the point of investigating if he wasn't at least trying the drinks? Often, drinks at clubs were subpar to the ones at cocktail bars, but still, they were worth a try.
"A G&T please," he waved at the bartender, who gave him a faint nod. If a place couldn't make a decent G&T, he'd have no hope for the other drinks, that was for sure. He glanced around, his eyes meeting a face that looked vaguely familiar. He squinted, as if trying to get a better look.
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Post by smith on Jul 20, 2020 4:13:10 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
While bobbing his head to the music Tucker considered his options for what he could do for the rest of the night. It usually boiled down to three key options. The first being finding a lucky human to bring to up to his penthouse for a more inanimate kind of fun. The second being staying on the main floor and trying to make some deals, he always loved hearing what people really wanted when they could have anything. Some people go for a noble proposition like a life for a life, others just want to be rich and famous. There was also the third possibility of having a night downstairs. The options were almost limitless down there, orgy, bdsm equipment, it’s impossible to come out of there having a bad time. Tucker hardly left Desires anymore, why would he? He built it to be his perfect sanctuary. A place where everything he could ever want was already here or could be brought to him. That’s not to say he didn’t make the occasional trip into the city. There were times where he’d get uncontrollable urges to walk among the people of the modern day. He loved watching the evolution of technology after so many years. But he didn’t build many attachments, everyone died.
His deep thought broke when one of the waitress replaced the daquiri in his hand with a new one. He noticed the club had begun to fill to capacity. So many interesting faces around him. He wondered what the night would bring him.
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Jul 20, 2020 16:01:22 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jul 20, 2020 16:01:22 GMT
Okay, that was weird. Hywel wasn't sure if he had ever met this man, but for some reason, he felt the face was...familiar somehow. Of course, the man could blame it on his absolutely horrible memory, or the fact that he really didn't put much effort into memorizing names and faces these days–how could he possibly remember everyone from the last hundred or so years?–but he was pretty sure that the man he was staring at was someone he could've known.
Then again, even if it wasn't, well, he wasn't bad looking either. Well-dressed, with a daiquiri in hand; that probably meant he was a man of decent taste or at least a decent conversation. He glanced to the bar once again to see that his gin and tonic was done, and not in one of those flimsy plastic cups they usually had at the nearest gay club or anything. Even with the thin slice of cucumber inside. Hm, not bad for a club.
Well, he wasn't going to get anywhere by just lounging by the bar, and Hywel was never a man too shy to start a conversation. Sauntering over to the other bar, his disinterested gaze seemed to scan the space, before landing on the demon, masking his curiosity, with a small smirk.
"I'm guessing you're a people-watcher too, huh?" he commented, his eyes fixated on Tucker, head tilted slightly to the side, "–you look like you know this place pretty well."
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Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 4:04:24 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Tucker would shrug his shoulders at the inquiry. “Most people are soooooooo boring. Good for nothing else other than to get my rocks off for a night.” It was a harsh but honest statement. Most people were disposable to him these days. For his first few lifetimes he’d join little clans or villages. Places where he had an identity, but it never seemed to be worth it. For everyone always died and he was left to move on. For the first time he’d shift his body to look at the man who approached him. Nothing stood out about the fellow, just seemed like another person who wondered in because of the club’s infamous reputation.
The small pocket of the club they were in drowned out the noise a little better than the rest of the club. Tucker stood there intentionally for conversations just like these. He’d turn his head back to the crowd in front of him. “l guess you could say that. How about yourself?”
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Post by achromatic on Jul 21, 2020 5:20:12 GMT
Hywel laughed at the other man's comment. Oh, that he could relate to, even if he'd never say it out loud. Living for more than a century could do that to anyone; how many false-lovers and one-night-stands had he partaken in? It was more difficult back then, in the wars and the ignorances of men under the guise of religion, but these days, all people wanted was sex, drugs, and a good time, and if they offered, Hywel certainly indulged.
"A man who knows what he's here for," he remarked, amused, "I can respect that, at least. Most people act like they're here to meet friends or just–" he raised his hands in a mocking apostrophe, "have a good time,' but they're not really being honest, are they?" He wagged his brows playfully.
"Mm, let's just say I'm here for a bit of market research," he replied with humor in his expression, "I heard a lot about this place; someone told me it was the new Studio54 of the city, and I guess I had to check it out. Met someone who called it the 'Berghain of New York City' or something, whatever that means." His fake German accent wasn't all that great.
"Guess I just wanted to know what the hottest new club in New York City had to offer."
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Jul 21, 2020 18:09:04 GMT
Post by smith on Jul 21, 2020 18:09:04 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Tucker could agree with most of what the man was saying. He was certainly someone who seemed to get around. Maybe a traveler such as himself. “Correction, I’m only here for a good time.” He’d grin.
The demon would listen to the man talk about other famous clubs in the world, places Tucker had been to before. “This place has more to offer than both of those.” He’d say with absolute certainty in his voice. He wondered if this man has what it takes to see the downstairs of the club. He hadn’t opened the doors for someone knew in a little while, he didn’t deemed just anyone worthy of the true Desire Lounge.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 22, 2020 1:58:03 GMT
"Does it?" he mused, taking another sip of his gin and tonic. This man certainly knew about the club, didn't he? Hywel wondered if he was accidentally speaking to an owner, or at least someone who worked here. A recruiter? This man certainly didn't seem like one.
He had been to many clubs in the world too; being a jet setter wasn't always a thing for him but in the recent years, it had certainly been easier. While he hadn't had the guts to go back to his hometown, he certainly found many stops along the way, and at this rate, not a lot surprised him anymore. A hundred or so years would do that to anyone, he supposed.
"So what exactly does this place have to offer?" he smirked, raising a single brow at the other man, "you're being very cryptic, you know. Mind giving a newbie a tour around the place?"
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Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 5:51:15 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
The demon would just nod his head at the mans first question. There was no doubt that Hywel wouldn’t believe that Tucker completely believed himself. “Well to start this place has most of the up and coming artist of New York, always being the first to premiere them to the world. They also have the best dancers by far from any other place I’ve been. And I hear that your innermost desires can be granted… for a price.”
Tucker would take another sip of his daiquiri, before gesturing to the whole club. “Well you can see most of the stuff. The entertainment on stage, the waitresses and dancers who you can take into the private rooms if you’d like. No one is allowed upstairs. There’s also the downstairs area where the party is really at. But it’s one of the most exclusive parties in the world.” He’d say cocking his head at this man to try and tell what he was thinking. Tucker was meeting some special people for the first time in a long time and he wondered if this guy was going to be another one.
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Jul 22, 2020 11:24:19 GMT
Post by achromatic on Jul 22, 2020 11:24:19 GMT
Up and coming artists and great dancers were interesting, but Hywel was certain there had to be more. There were plenty of clubs that offered that kind of thing really. Nothing in New York was all that original, after all; he had lived here long enough to really notice that trends simply came in and out. Every thirty or so years, what was popular back then would be popular once more; it was just reinterpretations of things in new ways. It wasn't a bad way of doing life, but trends were repetitive.
Not to mention, when normal clubs meant dancers, they often meant women, and Hywel clearly wasn't interested in them. As openly gay as New York City brilliantly was, he just wasn't sure all of them catered to his tastes. He wasn't picky, but if he was paying, he had particular tastes.
"I guess for me it depends what kind of dancers you have," he mused, a hand to his lips in thought, "I don't suppose you cater to more...unique tastes? Or perhaps to the other gender? I suppose most bars don't." His eyes were bright, shining in curiosity after all. "–and the downstairs area, is that the mysterious bit that people keep hinting at? Just how exclusive is the place anyway?"
His teeth met his lower lip in a half-smirk, eyes looking at Tucker, as if trying to study him for a bit, "–and what's the price for entry?"
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Jul 22, 2020 17:09:32 GMT
Post by smith on Jul 22, 2020 17:09:32 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Not easily impressed. So annoying. Thought thought to himself. He designed the Desire Longue from scratch and he didn’t enjoy when others criticize it. Of course he wouldn’t do anything about it, but the thought crossed his mind. “Well the dancers decide their own specialties. And of course there are men, this is a place for all. Just find one you like and for the right price anything can happen.”
He finished his daiquiri as a waitress walked over to place another in his hand. “Well money is no good, but what do you have to offer?” Tucker would smirk, testing the man to see just how much he was willing to give.
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2020 4:57:24 GMT
Hywel did love a challenge. He hated to admit it, but when someone asked something like that, it always revived a little bit of his competitive streak. He hated losing out, and while he was certain he must've matured at least a little more these years, it had been a while since he had actually felt like a living, breathing adult. That only meant that he was probably more reckless these days than he was in his youth.
A chuckle left his mouth. "I suppose I'll have to check it out," he mused, before glancing to the stage where some of the dancers were making waves with their moves. The space was impressive, and the energy in the room was off the rails, but he was curious about what the other man meant by money not being the usual form of payment.
"Are you asking for a blowjob or are you asking for government secrets?" he joked, raising a brow at Tucker, "I'm not sure I know what you mean by what I have to offer." He had an inkling that this man knew more and in return, wanted more than a simple business transaction, but he feigned innocence to whatever the man wanted.
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Post by smith on Jul 23, 2020 5:44:35 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Tucker could tell that this guy was intrigued at what the demon had to say. Most people were, he could offer forbidden desires and something he quickly learned was that everyone wanted something. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be disappointed.” He’d grin. Tucker wasn’t exactly hiding anything from this guy but he wasn’t being the most forthcoming either.
The demon could see that this guy was interested, but he wasn’t sure how interested yet. He still seemed to think that Tucker was joking. “I don’t usually swing that way, but I’ll keep the offer in mind. And I probably know whatever government secrets you have to leak.”
He’d pause for a second now turning to the man to more properly explain how this all worked. “Well some offer favors, some their bodies, others whatever they hold valuable to them, and those with nothing else to bargain with even offer up their souls. A multitude of deals are stricken to get into the basement, but it’s so exclusive the price is high.”
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Post by achromatic on Jul 23, 2020 5:54:09 GMT
Hywel let out a laugh. Selling their souls to get into a party? That had to be a joke, right? He knew this generation of young people had a habit of making hyperboles, but when he glanced at Tucker, he didn't seem like the type to just joke about it. Selling government secrets to get into an exclusive party? That was some whole other underground New York elite sort of thing he'd see a couple years later on a documentary series.
A snort left his mouth, blinking at the man. "You're being serious," he realized, his lips twitching into a smirk, that faded into a sort of thoughtful expression. He couldn't quite say he had a soul anymore; he wasn't even sure himself, after all, if he couldn't die he couldn't have a soul, right? How much was a soul even worth anyway?
"I feel like it's sort of a weird deal though, I mean, I don't even know what I'm about to get in return," he questioned, "if I offer something to you, how do I know I'm not getting ripped off?"
He bit his lip, his eyes gazing over at Tucker. "I'm sure I'll find something to offer, but I do want to know exactly what I'm going to get in return."
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Post by smith on Jul 23, 2020 6:23:55 GMT
Tucker Phelps @the Main Room of Desire Lounge
Tucker would just shrug. “I mean by giving something up you don’t just gain access to the club. You’re allowed to ask for something you truly desire in return. The party downstairs is just a signing bonus.” This man seemed to be game so far but he hadn’t offered up anything yet.
But then the questions started. The sober ones always wanted to know the nitty gritty details of what they were getting themselves into. They weren’t yet in Tucker’s aura of feeling carefree and willing to part with just about anything. Of course he asked valid questions, but that was besides the point. Explaining was boring, but he had already come this far into the conversation he might as well finish it.
“Well there’s a contract of course. Tells exactly what each party gets by completely the deal. But let’s start here, what do you want?”
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