Thread: Learning How to Fly (ClearSight x Vawnie Bear)

The seedy part of town...People didn't look at you like you didn't fit in. They wondered what your business was, what they could get from you, and how best to go about getting it. Despite what sheep thought... these parts of town were a necessary evil. A single destination for the vices of a city to be kept under careful watch from the shadows, and for the population to blow off steam. These places were usually filled with beautiful women, plentiful booze, and a rockin hard beat... all three of which Fang was on the prowl for. If not the former than certainly the latter two. She checked her image in the ratty mirror she had only minutes ago wiped a decade of dust from. Damn, ya look good. She told her reflection, her own words drawing a salacious smile across full sensual lips. She ran a hand through the unruly mane of her hair and moved to pick up her leather jacket with its crimson arm band on her left upper arm. A train and fifteen minutes later she was a block and a half away from The Dive... and already she could feel the beat of the music like a pulse on her tongue. It drew a wolfs smile across her lips as she stepped out from the shadows and sauntered her way up the walk, she passed the end of the line with its office women come vixens. Ladies, lookin' hawt. She said and gave a hearty chuckle as some one scoffed. She didnt pause to find out if it had been male or female. Coming to the hefty front guard she stopped in front of him pulled her jacket back to reveal the skin tight muscle shirt clinging to her person, and the broken and shattered brand of a L'cie. He nodded to her and unhooked the chain that blocked admittance into The Dive. It's full tonight, so behave yourself. He said to her as he had said to ever one of the L'cie who had entered the club tonight. Hey... we been here two hours man. The bouncer clipped the chain and crossed meaty arms over his mostly nude chest. You know how it works, Freaks get a free pass. He said to the disgruntled man. You go in when there is room, not until. Fang thought about seeing what would happen as the man made a rude gesture but the heavy pulse was too seductive tonight... it throbbed like a lovers caress against her skin... and she wanted to bathe in it tonight. Ducking inside she paused at the door way as her senses were assaulted. The Dive was a mixed nightclub, it played heavy raw music just the way she liked it, and traded waved entry fees and half priced drinks to draw L'cie so that normals could get their rocks off with the dangerous crowd. Fang laughed at that the first time she found out, because not all L'cie were inherently dangerous, or gifted, like a muscle their abilities took practice, use, and purpose... A very LARGE percent of L'cie were non combatants and no more dangerous than a normal person. Their abilities and focus having nothing to do with violence, but it didn't sell space in a seedy nightclub if you were told you were bumpin' with coordinators, gophers, and glorified lost and found clerks... As her eyes adjusted to the darkened atmosphere and unnaturally colored lights she saw that she was not the only one who had this restlessness driving her tonight. As the guard at the door said... it was full. The rooms energy was amazing, and it only fueled those hungers that rattled around in the Pulse L'cie. Green eyes scanned the room, before she started heading for the bar. Her rout took her through the chaos of the dance floor, a dangerous place for any one who was skittish, or had a large rigid circle needed for personal space for Fang... it was just a sensory appetizer. Sliding up to the bar she flagged a busy tender down flashed her brand and slapped down some gill ordering a double shot Pulse. Aptly named though she doubted it was dubbed thus for the hot flush that raced through the body shortly after consumption. Anything that was considered hard, or dangerous had Pulse in its name some where... after about two weeks of Cocoon... she could use some Pulse. The tender was pouring the smoky liquor into a glass for her when she caught sight of a pink head. Fang leaned back trying to get a better glimpse of the owner of those rose colored locks when they finished. Make it two. Fang said and after a pause for the exchange of Gill, her bar tender poured a second one. Fang sauntered through the milling crowd as if the world moved under her command... and perhaps just a little bit it did. When they saw the lobo smiling dark haired L'cie they paused, stepped back and let her pass. Not so much as a drop of the smoky liquor was spilled as she set it down in front of the pink haired soldier sitting all alone in the overcrowded nightclub. Ya look like you could use some company. Fang said as she straddled the seat across from Lightning Farron, Soldier of the Guardian Corps and fellow L'cie.