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Swiftly the tip of a pink tongue traced over parted lips just before Purity tipped her head back and swallowed the shot of tequila straight. The small glass was banged back onto the counter hard, sending a cheer up from the men standing beside her all swigging beers.
Purity never drank tequila, but tonight was different. After she had walked from the dance floor she saw some group of friends all doing shots of it. It looked fun, and fun was something the Witch liked a lot of. Smacking her lips she raised one fist into the air in triumph. "Yeah!"
Another cheer went up and she couldn't stop the laughter bubbling up her throat. Thankfully she had ordered herself a beer to wash the taste away with. The liquor certainly scorched, that was for sure. The bottle was brought up to her lips and she sipped leisurely. Turning to face the crowded dance floor as she gave her feet a rest for the moment.
Tristan was still wound tight as he entered the bar. It was a place he'd never been before, and that was more then fine with him. He ignored the rowdy crowd and strode up to the bar. "Bottle of Jack Daniel's and one glass," he told the bartender, throwing a hundred dollar bill on the counter. He unzipped his leather jacket as he moved to sit on a stool. He noticed the mirror behind the bar and how he cast no reflection. He stood up and waited for his bottle. Perhaps a table or booth would be better. He glanced around with a frown. It was very crowded this time of night.
Sighing, the vampire rubbed at his eyes. He hated being alone. Again.
The bottle of beer was forgotten as Purity heard a song she liked come on. Damn, the DJ was good tonight. With a wicked grin she practically bounced onto the dance floor by herself. Not that it mattered, once she started moving to the beat she easily selected a near by girl who didn't seem to mind.
Though her boyfriend did. What the hell, Purity crooked her finger at him as her hips rolled to the beat and her hands wove through the air as if she were born just to do this. The boyfriend stood behind his girl, his arms wrapping around her as he shot Purity a grin.
Too bad that what he was thinking would never happen.
The bottle of Jack and a glass was slid onto the bar for Tristan. He nodded his thanks and took up both. He found a dark table in a corner and sat down. His long legs sprawled out before him. Ignoring the glass, he opened the top of the bottle and took a long swig.
His eyes caressed the dance floor. The music reminded him of Ryan. His eyes narrowed further and he licked the corner of his mouth. He watched as a threesome at the edge of the dance floor seemed to tease and flirt with each other, their bodies moving in time with the music. Obviously the man and woman were together, but the third woman was not rejected. Even wanted, perhaps. Tristan took another swallow. "Must be nice," he muttered to himself.
As the song died down and the man leaned in to kiss his girlfriend Purity grinned and walked off the dance floor. Her rejected beer now lusted after to quench her thirst. On her way back to the bar the man sitting drinking straight from a bottle of Jack D caught her attention and pulled her over beside him.
Offering him a smile as her hand landed on the table lightly. "Cheer up, it might never happen." With that said she was gone again, sifting through the crowd as if she were made from smoke and retrieving her beer once again. Untouched as the bar tender had the decency to keep it behind the counter.
( Sit With Me )
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( Invitation – **Warning Adult Content**Sexuality/Violence** )
Purity kept her hand across her mouth and breathed in deep, letting it out slowly. Was it possible that she just got turned on watching a vampire kill and rape a girl she'd danced with earlier that night? That must make her one of the sickest people on earth. It didn't however, bother her in the slightest. Everyone was an animal, they all just forgot that. The witch looked up and caught Tristan’s gaze, her face tinged a deeper shade of pink briefly.
Tristan gave her a feral smile and then pulled the girl's body into his arms. "He'll come looking for her soon." Holding the girl's body, he walked over towards Purity. He had this weird thought as he looked at the witch. "Should I dispose of her, or...do you want her?"
Purity stepped back as the dead woman was offered to her, an amused look on her face. "She's not a plushie Tristan, I don't want her." Tilting her head to the side the witch grinned wickedly. "It's not like I can take her home as a decoration. That's too Norman Bates." Wow, old movie. Very fitting right now though.
Tristan chuckled. "Well, you are a witch. I just thought..." he shrugged and grinned. "Alright, I'll take care of it." He felt a ton better, and for some reason, sharing it with Purity, who had obviously enjoyed herself immensely, made it even better. "Maybe we can...have fun another time? Some night?"
"They tend to need to be alive if I were to use them for that." Human sacrifice, now there's a thought. Purity shook her head, letting out another breath. "You know, I think I'd really like that." Stuffing her hand in her pocket she quickly found a receipt, folding it in her palm as she said her number. It was then burned into the paper that she now handed over to Tristan. "Call me whenever."
Tristan took the number with one hand, the girl's body lying over his shoulder. "Thanks." He smiled and slipped the paper into his back pocket. He shifted the corpse and turned to leave. "I'd take off, if I was you. Don't want to be around when the boy toy comes out." He gave her one last smile before slipping into the deepest part of the night.
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