Thread: The Van Leugen Chronicles - Dominion (R0NIN x Monaka21)

You're not on the list. I told I wasn't, Luke grumbled, I'm a walk-in. I have cash. How much? One fifty. The bouncer smirked. I don't know who told you that you could get into a place like this on one fifty, especially on Saturday night. It's three hundred at the door. Luke gaped. Three hundred? The bouncer rolled his eyes. Cuttin' you a deal actually. You're kinda pretty. Woulda been three fifty otherwise. He looked past Luke at Anders. ...he ain't too pretty, though. No offense. Anders shrugged. None taken. Luke tried to keep a lid on his frustration. Look, I have two hundred... Three. Hundred. The bouncer shook his head. If you don't have it, just get on outta here. Anders laid a hand on Luke's arm. Kid, let's go. We don't have that kind of- I have a warrant, Luke's voice rang out. Anders froze. The bouncer's eyes went wide. ...you have a what? A warrant, Luke reached into his jacket and removed the paper, to investigate this facility under reasonable suspicion that it's harboring fugitives from the law. His eyes blazed. Signed by Judge Darius Bentley. The bouncer perused the document. Ander's fingers dug hard into Luke's bicep. The bouncer looked up. You a cop? What the fuck do you think? They locked eyes for a moment before he stepped aside. Get the hell in. Thank you. He snapped the document from his hand and entered Charon with Anders in tow. Once inside, Anders practically dragged Luke over to a corner. What the hell are you thinking? his teeth were grit, his face red with anger, paying your way inside is one thing, but a warrant? A fucking warrant, Luke? You just announced to two of the biggest crime bosses in the city that there are detectives snooping around in their playground. It wasn't ideal, Luke admitted, but even this is better than not getting in at all. It's not better at all! Anders tried not to shout, Luke... kid... this isn't a two-bit junkie ring you can bust with a wig and a bad accent. These are killers, kid. These are bad, bad people who will not hesitate to take you into the bathroom, blow your brains into a toilet and flush twice. They got alota money and alota guns and alota people to fuck with you. He shook his head. This is suicide. Slowly, Luke reached up and firmly took Ander's hands off of him. He straightened his jacket. I know the risk, Anders, and I'm not defenseless. He nodded towards the door. If you want to go, go. I won't hold it against you. But I'm going through with this. He turned and walked into the strobing lights. Anders turned around and looked longingly at the exit. Christ... this kid is gonna get me killed. --- Ares stood at one of the balconies overlooking the main floor, a drink still in his hand. A hundred souls writhed beneath him, drinking, smoking, dancing, injecting, kissing, moaning, fucking. He liked to watch them. Something about them fascinated him - humans giving into their desires, becoming slaves to their passions. At the center dance floor, a man with a gold ring on his left hand danced sensually with a woman that certainly wasn't his wife. Drinks were traded at the bar. Spiked. Almost all of them. The less-subtle individuals removed small syringes from their bags and shot up right there. A gentleman had a woman in his lap at one of the tables, his hands pawing at her chest and stripping down her dress in plain view of the other patrons. They were animals, all of them, and it was ecstasy. Ecstasy and chaos. Ares sipped his drink and smiled. He thought it beautiful. Eventually his aid got up from the booth and cleared his throat. Ares. She's arrived. He turned and saw her from the other side of the room. She and her escorts would have been led up to the second level where Ares was lounging - a quieter place removed from the frantic passion downstairs. There was a bar, sofas, booths and a small stage to the side where dancers performed, as well as doors leading off into private VIP rooms. Vienne, he smiled graciously, I'm so pleased you could make it. He gestured to the club. What do you think of my little pet project? A fair bit more lively than before, no? Ares had assumed ownership of Charon five months ago. Formerly known as 'Amber', it'd been less of a club and more of a barart lounge for writers and intellectuals. Needles to say, after Ares' renovations, it was attracting a very different kind of crowd.