ROLEPLAY HQ - a-stepping-stone-on-the-lake

Infinity Nightclub

The sound of rain clattered around the mental shelter outside Infinity, one of the most popular Clubs in the city, well for some people anyway. The club harboured Mixed feeling from the community, the club was renowned for attracting supernatural beings, considering the club it self wad owned by a demon it wasn't really surprising. For the most part people accepted their kind in the city, interacted with them as if they were normal people like that, but of course like anything their was always the minority who didn't like them...and would much rather they were around.. Ezekiel shuddered a little in the cool night air that was rushing past him in a small blast, the white tight shirt he was wearing did nothing to stop the air from consuming his forn, the sleeves rolled up revealing the tatoos scross his forarms. one hand was shoved in the pocket of his suit trousers, his other hand was holding the cigarette which he was slowly smoking, the white plumes of smoke wrapped around him like it was involved in some trival dance, he peered towards the small crowd of people just a bit away huddling together as they waited to get in, a sea of umbrellas to prevent them from getting wet in the piercing cold rain that was falling, bringing his cigarette to his lips he took a deep drag the smoke falling from his mouth as he finished, twisting on his shoes he stubbed the cigarette out and went to head in before he heard the disgruntled audio of a woman behind him. " Your kind should be disgusted with yourself...hanging out around here like you belong here, you don't...your kind should be shoved into one place to fester all on your own..." the woman hissed at him, Ezekiel turned round a grin pressed against his hand features as he stepped forward. " Ahhh what's wrong? Do I make you nervous?.." he said his eyes changing color a little then, the blue soft hues becoming slightly redder his tongue coming to flick along the top his lips. " You shouldn't be nervous, I don't bite

23:23

...not unless you want me to..." he teased his voice became a little darker then watching the woman before him shudder at the sound, he snapped his teeth together playfully the woman jumping with a gasp before she hurride of causing Ezekiel to chuckle darkly. " Humans are far to pathetic for their own good..." he teased his eyes returning to their crystal blue they were before as he made his way back inside, the warm air hit him almost instantly warming up his cool frame stepping through the long corridor before he made it to a pair of double doors pushing it open he was instantly under assault from the sound of music pumping through, causing his whole body to tingle the sounds of people laughing and singing on the dance floor in the centre, he stepped through the booths nodding and greeting a few people ad he went before he made it to the bar, stepping round he patted his bartender on the shoulder. " How's it going Anderson?.." the man grinned his sharp teeth clear to see as it sparkled under the flashing light of the club. " Busy as always sir but its just how I like it..." Ezekiel grinned grabbing a bottle of vodka of the back he poured them back a quick shot. " Busy is what I like.. .after all these expensive suits don't pay for there self..." he teased his friend chuckling as they clunker their glasses together and both swallowed the liquid down in one big gulp. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Jasper had invited her out and in all honesty she was not turning him down. They had have a flirtatious chemistry between them from the moment he started working around six months ago in Lorelei. Lorelei was one of the small libraries and books stores she worked in. It was a space that invited all kinds of people. Demons and Humans, Ghosts and Poltergeists, Anthromorphs and Spirits. She found working there to be refreshing. One of the owners was a wolf and they had made it that most people could come and go there to read, relax and have some tea. There was a small café there as well. It may be independent, but it was not lacking resources. One of the reasons, was for her father, Pericles "Percy" Brandt. He was one of the wealthiest families in the City, Lopburi (named after a historic Thai city), and so had been generous when his only daughter started working there. Of course, she had not completely liked this. Even if the contributions were appreciated, it did not make her many bedfellows. Many people doubted her own skills as a librarian, as a researcher, as a budding academic and a scholar. She had actually studied mathematics in university. She had always had a taste for numbers. Their budding ways of branching out the theorems of the natural world. Though, she wondered how she could apply these forms of mathematics to understand how the world introduced so much of non-human elements. There was this romanticism in mathematics, as it existed, to be an arcane discipline for humanity; or rather, it was quiet human aligned. Even when taught in schools and universities, she felt the Anthropic aspects of it. So, she took folklore as a second major and decided to combine literature with mathematics. Focusing on Philosophy and Mathematics, she decided to write a dissertation on 'Understanding Non-Humans: Folklore, Fiction and the Real.' Beginning with how Folklore was both Free speech, Fiction and in some contexts cultural appropriation, she developed a mathematical matrix to show how knowledge is both circular and linear. Saying that knowledge becomes more of a parallax in some contexts, then a sovereign, and that fables and folklore, with dosages of myth, help with understanding those things in how different permutations of an object could exist simultaneously in different human and non-human spaces as something both different and similar. The thesis was the compositions of demons or humans, did not change. Structurally, they were same in each context, unless a variable was introduced. What matters was the semantics and permutations of that object. She used two objects, the glass and the hairbrush. The BSc degree was filled with accolades and she landed a job there in the Indie bookshop. It was certainly not fully the career path that her father had wanted from her. She had done so well in the BSc that she was readying for a MSc and she felt the Indie shop helped her work harder on two things at once. It was like her father to say she should work in a lab and work where the money was; they had needed a lab consultant to do some mathematical equations on displacement of objects in the presence of Spirits. She had declined. Not that the research was unfounded. She merely wanted to Interact with Spirits and demons. Not look at them as merely creatures of effects. In that, there was teleological and not merely tautological frameworks for human existence alone. Atol Javed Brandt, was an interesting figure, at around close to thirty, she was thinking of starting a MSc, worked in a Indie Folklore based library and bookstore most of her adult life, and was interested in trans-species communication. Not merely as an exotic science, but as a way of living life. Her name "Javed" was a last name her father begrudgingly kept. Javeds were known as Seers who spoke to the mystical and rare, Elemental Spirits. They were a race who hardly integrated in the new civilisations of humans living with other species.

Ato:Still, Atol knew her father would not displease her mother, as Percy had done a lot to displease her mother. So much so, their relationship at times was more formality and tension, than love and fidelity. Even so, she could see her father fiercely love her mother. Trying his best to salvage a world he felt was still possible. Jasper looked at a frightened woman and commented: "I guess it is demons again." This statement made her take a look at him. One of the first times, he had said something like this. Usually, he was polite and calm. Working with everyone at the store, regardless of their species. What did this statement mean? "I mean, isn't it her fault, I think she was saying some awful things." Atol begins to reason, as in mathematics, nothing happens without a reason. Logic finding rationale always a good place to start the foundations of any argument. Only to hear him say, "I mean it is a fact that demons are taking over the city. We hardly have humans living in Lopburi anymore." Atol could only look at him with some shock, "What?" "You work in Lorelei, which is owned by a Wolf." She says this with a tone of calm, though her nervousness shows. She does not understand why Jasper suddenly was speaking like this. She wondered how could she have chemistry with such a person. Jasper shrugged, "Yes, but. I mean. I am okay with most Anthromorphs. I just don't like demons and Spirits much. You know Anthromoprhs are still, closer to human or physical things than demons and Spirits." Atol blinked, "Why are we here at Infinity then?" "What do you mean it is a good nightclub." Jasper looked impatient, as if he had not expected Atol to ask so many questions and to be well offended by his remarks. "But the owner is a demon." Atol again, stressed on it. She did not understand this bigotry. She was realising the chemistry she had felt with someone in almost five years, since her engagement broke apart with Simon, had been with someone similar. A bigot. She was wondering if she could only attract people like Simon and Jasper? People who seemed to have a charm, as a façade and would open their mouths of their stages of performance. Deep inside, she should have known it to be too good to be true. Most people found her an ugly duckling, a fish out of water climbing a tree and a fox with no tail. She should have known better than to simply accept the invitation. Maybe, Mom is right. I am a lot more naïve than I wish to admit. Or, rather become too trusting. There was a taste of unpleasantness in her mouth and throat. Atol saw Jasper look at her with an arched brow: "I mean I am going there for the music and food and drinks. Not some demon. And, like I said. The city is full of them Now. Hard to even rent an apartment in a demon free zone." Atol knew she could not simply make a scene. Seventeen year old her would be pissed at her and demand she make one. Though, adult her, over twenty-two, knew this was not possible in every instance. The air between them got quiet. She looked at her silver right shoulder dipped dress. She had worn a nice thing, looking forward to a nice time. Instead, she bagged herself a bigot. Jasper could realise the air between them had changed. There was a frustration in him. However, he did not seem to wish to lose hope in the matter. "Let us get us some drinks." Another red flag was when he did not ask her what she wanted. After seeing him in action, she could not blame it on simple nervousness. She wondered what he wanted from her. There were other women to have sex with. Well, maybe it is my name. Atol had pushed off so many people who had wanted to be included in the Brandt name. They were willing to 'overlook' she was also a Javed. Though now, she was not sure what Jasper's angle was and simply sighed. Looking depressed, in a club with loud music, sensuality and loud music. Hurray for me. @Amari

Ezekiel remained behind the bar for some time to help Anderson with the crowds of people that were gathering, now that it had gotten later the club was getting alot busier, music blared out around the Club the deep purple.anr blue lights flashing around them all as more bodies appeared on the dance floor jumping around and dancing. Ezekiel flung up a bottle of booze it twisted in the air before he managed to catch it in his behind him, one of the women watched from the other side her eyes widening and a flirtatious grin against her features. " Wow! How do you do that I couldn't even hope to catch the bottle..." she teased pushing her self over the bar a little more, Ezekiels eyes gazed down the females frame but paid it no more attention, it wasn't like he wasn't used to the attention he got of females, it wasna regular occurance, that didn't stop him shooting a bright smile back to her. " Wanna see something really good?.." he teased. " Henderson! " he called signalling to his friend , suddenly the music changed as the lights were redirected from the main floor over to the bar, Ezekiel gathered a few bottles, Henderson suddenly managed to make a load of shot glasses appear along the bar, small crowds appeared around the bar area now cheering and clapping. Henderson climbed onto the top of the bar grasping Ezekiel he pulled him up. " Okay everyone, this young lady wanted to see a show...so who are we to deny it?.." Ezekiel shouted to the crowd another loud cheer came clearly alot of People here had seen this trick before, with the music pumping around them the two men started to dance on the stage the bottles of booze they had was being tossed between each of them expertly choreographed, each one knowing how the other would move, missing the shot glasses the bottles spun up in the air behind caught by one or both of them a round of applause and laughter was heard. A girl stood near Atol clapping and laughing. " God that guy is so handsome...the owner...I

03:23

mean just look at him..." she practically purred her eyes completely fixed on Ezekiel as he danced. Suddenly Ezekiel opened one of the bottles with his teeth spitting the lid out into the crowd , everyone cheered louder before he started to pour the liquid into the individual shot glasses across the table the liquid hitting the glasses with precision not much spilling out onto the bar before he hit the last one.. " Stand back unless you want your face burned of. "He called to the crowd,. Already people had begun to move back in anticipation for what was to come next. " This is what I like to call, flaming glory.." he teased his hand swiping over the glasses each one igniting into a small flame , almost looking like the glasses were dancing on the counter the Heat would be easily felt by anyone stood close. Then with a click of his finger the flames vanished, and the drinks remained. " First come first serve..." he called out people scrambled to grab a glass as Ezekiel and Henderson jumped back down fist pumping with another bright smiles against their faces. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

@Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Atol did not know what the commotion was on until she hard one of the girls next to her say the owner was on trhe bar. Looking up, she was clearly fascinated by the ways that this owner moved. Wow, he seems amazing. Jasper seemed to just shrug in the crowd, though he looked amazed as well. Just was too proud to admit anything. When the final flaming glory skill happened there were shouts of cheer and applause. Jasper still saw the free for all and wanted to get the shots. Though he got knocked into a wall by some of the more enthused guests. "Jasper!" Despite his blatant racism, she could not ignore the fact he just gotten injured. Nursing a split lip, Jasper spat out blood: "You fucking demon losers! You are just a big ol' pile of filth!" Atol could see many people in the crowd just stop dancing and gasp. For one of the time in her life, she was ashamed to be here with someone. Atol was disappointed; this was one of the first times she visited a night club (her father had been strict on her growing up and her friends were somewhat bookish aside one or two), and she had come with one who was an reprobate demon hater. "I am sorry." Usually, she tried not to be meek. In this situation, could she be anything else? She was trying to get her, what was he? Date? (Made her cringe), out of the night club owned by a demon while he was insulting demons. Nothing could have made her blush more at this point. "Uh, he is a bit drunk..." Atol did not want to cover for Jasper. However, she had been in certain situations where a white lie was better than the truth. "You should behave yourself." A bartender, could have been Henderson, looked at Jasper with eyes of disdain, as she told him off. "Why did you come here, if you are that anti-demon? We could have gone to another club." She wanted to add, or maybe none. "What are you on their side now? Look at my lip." Jasper snorted and was giving Atol the stink eye. "This isn't about sides." For someone who worked in an inclusive Indie bookstore and library, Jasper was sure a dumbass, "You know the thing that happened was not demon related? Such accidents happens when people are given free shots." Ato withheld the other comment. For a date, Jasper sure was being a cheap skate. Immediately, going for the free option. Disregarding social mores of courtship; for she would have actually bought him a drink. "Let me buy you a drink." Atol stressed on it, clearly not happy with the situation. Not at all happy she was saddled with someone who was being racist, anthropocentric and discriminatory and stupid on so many levels. She knew this was the first and last date. She rather stay single than date morons like this. "Why, I was gonna get us drinks." There was a certain unpleasantness in Jasper's voice now. Something, he did hide earlier. "I mean. I am all for Feminism and stuff." Wait, what now? "But it is good for a guy to pay for the drink. I mean I brought you here." "Jasper..." Atol was at her wit's end, "You did bring me here but you were just getting us Free shots. I am not sure if this is a big deal or not. I know free shots are awesome but you did not even ask me what I wanted. So, let me ask you want you want." Jasper snorted, "Uppity." Atol looked at him in complete shock. She was so surprised he would even say something like that, "I will have a Vodka on the rocks, then." "If you think I am uppity why the hell did you ask me out?" Now, the pressure could not hold anymore. Jasper was being racist, making backward comments and being a jerk, Why did he ask her anything if he did not want her to be around? "I..." Realising what was happening, Jasper hung his head low, "Sorry, I am just...my lips is hurting bad. I am not sure what I am saying." Atol did help put some of the ice to his lip. Then she bought him the drink. "I think I want to leave." Atol's words had a finality. She did not wish to be out with Jasper.

"Wait, Why?" Jasper was drinking and looking at her, "Hey, I am in better spirits now." "Well, I am not. You clearly made a scene in the club and now it just feel awkward." Atol quietly spoke, not wanting to draw attention. "Well, excuse me Javed." It was the way he spat out her marginalised surname, that made her take a step back, "Fuck, all you intellectual chicks are a pain in the ass." Before she could say 'what did he mean?', he did some more insult to injury. Jasper threw the drink on her dress, "Yeah, now you can go home. I am gonna get laid." Atol did wonder if he was high. Why would he do something like this? As he started to walk away, Atol looked at him angrily and then kicked him down and he went down with a yell. "Yeah, enjoy yourself mother fucker." She then went with angry tears outside and started crying. Her whole night was ruined. @Amari

He watched from behind the bar as crowds of people flocked to it reaching for a glass he rolled it down his shoulder knocking it up with his elbow and catching it in his hand, grabbing another bottle he poured himself another drink sinking it down,. Henderson chuckling to look out to the people. " Always works a treat that huh?.." he teased Ezekial smirking at him then. " Everyone likes a freebie especially when they get a shower before hand..." he teased slapping the man on the shoulder before suddenly he saw the commotion goinf on infront of the bar his brows furrowed together into a frown. " Whats going on??.." he said peering around the people to see a disgruntled customer hear the back clutching what appeared to be a split lip. 'You fucking demon losers ...'he felt his body freeze then a frustration rolling through hin. " Demon losers?..." he mumbled to himself feeling the frustration rolling through him before Henderson got involved and told him to pack it in, for now Ezekiel did nothing instead he stood back leaning on the back of the bar his arms folded tightly around his chest before his hues fell to the woman he appeared to be with. He found himself straightening a bit as he took in the girls appearance, she was cute he would give her that..she always seemed highly embarrassed about being there with him, he couldn't blame her he was making a complete ass of himself, suddenly he felt his anger spike the second he tossed that drink.at the girls dress, his eyes shifted almost instantly from the emerald blue they were and changing to the deep crimson red . " Ezekiel....EZEKIEL! " Henderson called but it was to late, he wasted no time in jumping over the bar and making his way over to the man who was against the floor, the crowd was a hush then stepping asked to watch him closing in on him before he grabbed him by the back of the collar. " Think.youve had enough to drink..." he practically hissed down to him dragging him through the crowd as if h

10:19

e weighed nothing hearing his cries and protests but he paid them no attention, he walked through the club until he got to the front entrance and burst through the doors, walking past the girl he had thrown the drink over without even realising it.

10:19

Stepping outside he dropped him to the cold wet ground. " Go home boy...your kind don't belong in my club.." His voice was a lot darker then, his eyes still them piercing crimson red turning on his feet he noticed her then standing by the wall tears down her eyes, his expression softened a bit and maybe he would of gone to her had the man not gotten up and sneered to him. " and your kind don't belong here...dirty fucking demon..." he growled at him Ezekiel felt a rage ingulf him then his relaxed demeanour soon changed and became angrier again as he turned and stepped up to the man, watching as he went to swing for him. Ezekiel easily prevented it before his hand came to his throat and clutched it lifting him of the ground as if he weighed nothing. The crowd around him gasped to watch the scene, the rain still coming down against them as he held him up his fingers clenching around his throat holding it a little tighter. " You listen to me BOY. You ever come near this club again or near that girl again I swear to god...I'll make you wish you was never born.." he dragged him down so he was inches from his face his eyes so crimson they almost looked blood shot the guys fear clear to be seen on his expression as he desperately tried to breath. " You understand??.." he threatened him again jasper nodded quickly before Ezekiel released him watching as he fell to the floor in s heap coughing and clutching his throat. " You...your crazy...you just wait..." " Oh look at me im shaking in my boots....I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE**" his voice boomed towards Jasper who quickly shuffled of the ground and ran of down the road, Ezekiel flexed his fingers rolling his head from one side to the other, his eyes turning to the small crowd still in line. " what??." He shouted at them all of them quickly getting back into the conversations they were in. He turned around now his eyes falling to the girl huddled by the wall, seeing the sadness in her gaze he felt a soft si

10:19

gh coming from his throat, his features relaxing then the redness died down and the crystal blue hues appeared, he stepped up to her running his hand along the back of his neck. " Sorry about that, I simply couldn't allow him to do what he did to you and get away with it, a woman should not be treated in such a way...it was wrong of him. " he said feeling the rain against his shirt which was starting to cling just a little to hue muscles he saw the dress she wore stained and he frowned more. " Are you okay?.." @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Outside, the rain fell, non-silent, torrential, the rubbing of cotton clouds against the ashen surges of a volcanic state of thunder. Even the sound of lightning flashing comforted Atol; it reminded of the natural laws of the world. The states of change, arising again, of metamorphic elements raging out without the need of man. The demons, the Anthromorphs, The Spirits — they too have lives, that do not require the need of the human. Atol had been exhausted by the arrogance of humanity, to think they only deserved the good life. And, now, she felt so much like a fool. Thinking on Jasper, how she had not known him to be the way he was, and thinking him just. It made her unhappy, she sobbed a bit. She hated crying over seemingly foolish things. Tearing up over someone who was loosely a friend. Not someone who was as close to her to be a bosom friend either. Still, there was a disappointment in her. Atol had wanted someone who understood her. Being part of the Javeds, even mixed, meant she was always going to be marginalised. So, to be taken back into that feeling of desolation. To know she was alone, facing such exclusion. Her date turning on her. Reminded her own place in the world and also how she was so singularly exposed. There were some noises in the club; a commotion, which she did not seem to pay attention towards. Atol was wanting to walk and the heels were not helping much in the wet paved concrete of the pavement. Atol wanted to take her shoes off because she did not wish to skid and fall on her ass and have her dress ripped up. Soon, the door exploded and a spray of blood fell on the pavement cracks making her yelp. It was Jasper! What did he do this time?! — Wait, it was, the owner of the club. Atol looked amazed on how he told Jasper to just go home. Only for Jasper to run his mouth. Ezekiel was not standing for it. He did not have to do so — considering it was his club. The blue eyes, like ice, like a flashy drink in his own bar, turned dyed with blood. It made it seem like Jasper's blood dyed it red. It was something else and the way he just picked up Jasper by the throat. Like he weighed nothing. Ezekiel could break him if he wanted. Just like some twig in the storm. The crowds all looked with fear and anticipation as Ezekiel shouted to Jasper to stay away from Infinity and also from her. Surely, it was something to watch. Cocking her head, she was wondering what she would do, now? Clearly, her father may get to know about this. What if someone recognised who she was? They would tell Percy Brandt that his daughter was involved in some hullabaloo in a club owned by a demon. Seeing this could become news, ones she did not want, she began to walk slowly, until she almost slipped. Well, Ezekiel had a powerful tone and voice — the way he told everyone to just fuck off and pay their own business was good. At this point, Atol was thinking of taking off her shoes. So, much so she did not realise that Ezekiel was on his way towards her. When she was debilitating that she looked up and saw that Ezekiel was right in front of her, rubbing the back of his neck. What surprised her the most, was he was apologising for the uncouth and ungentlemanly manner that Jasper had been acting. "It is not your fault. I mean, I should have known Jasper was like this. Though, he seemed fine the four months I was working with him." It is true she did not know him intimately, though Atol did not remember any signs of him going off the deep end. Then she got frustrated and took off her shoes. She could not walk home in them in this rain. She could possibly call an Uber. And got annoyed, seeing reception was being a bitch. "Yeah, I just probably have to walk home now. Sorry for being him to the club." Looking at her phone, Atol looked annoyed, "I mean he invited me and I was super excited. What a way to end the night, huh?" Atol chuckled, "I guess just bad luck."

Bad luck indeed, the reception was a nightmare. She sighed and was smiling, "Well, I hope to come to yoru club in better circumstances." Atol decided to walk home until she could get a signal to call an Uber. She gave a nod to Ezekiel and was beginning to leave. @Amari

" It may not be my fault but that does mean I can not feel sorry for the circumstances that you have been put into by that...low life..." he frowned his eyes peeling of down the street to where the boy had headed, he almost wished he had done more damage in that instance, how he would of loved to of kept his hands round his throat, suffocated him a bit, made him pay for what he did...he never cared what people thought of him, he was used to it, but he would never settle for a man treating a woman with such little respect...and the way he disrespected her infront of all those people in the club angered him, yes...he should of smacked him again. " You never can Truly know someone, not completely, alot of People can pretend their someone else, give you this false modesty if you will...they soon slip up though, I can only apologise again that it happened to you..." he was very calm now as he spoke, a smile on his face as he clearly tried to make the girl feel better He watched her take her shoes of , his brows furrowing together. He never understood why they did this, why where shoes you can't wear? Would it not be more suitable to wear shoes that were comfortable? As she started walking of looking at her phone saying she wanted to go home he hurride after her feeling the rain dropping around them now they were out from under the canopy. " Hey...you don't need a uber let me take you home? It's the least I can do from all the trouble you've had in my club tonight...I would feel better if you let me take you, I never trust that snobby uber drivers...bunch of low lifes robbing people with over prices taxi rides in clapped out old cars..." he teased with a smile. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

Atol was walking and she hated wearing high heels. Her friend told her that it was a good and safe date choice. And, she had to admit, it was the marker of femininity in many spaces. What she did not imagine was Ezekiel coming up to her and asking to well, drive her home. "I...uh...don't know you that well." Which was true. Besides, he was a demon who could easily overpower her and was a male demon. Not that no female demon could not rob her or do something terrible. However, she did think on it. "I suppose so. With it raining harder — whoops." She almost slipped. "You know I do need you to take me home." She had to admit she did. The winds were getting stronger and there could be many people, drunk and unable to drive or walk, getting taxis in a matter of minutes or do bar hopping. @Amari

At her small gentle concerns about not knowing him he smiled warmly towards her. " No your right you don't know me, but I can assure you my intentions are pure, well...as pure as they can get with me anyway..." he teased clearly referring to the fact he was a demon.." I have no intentions of hurting you, I like living here....And I wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardise that..." When she started to agree she would like him to take her home.he grinned, noticing her slip he quickly reached out to grasp her arm to stop her from falling. " Careful young lady...you certainly don't want to give yourself a injury.." he teased he could see she was quite unsteady on her feet and frowned, possibly the shoes more then anything. He turned himself around offering his back to her. " Come on, ill give you a piggy back to my car, saves you walking in those things..." he teased if she accepted he would push her up his back, his exceptionally warm fingers grasping her at her inner thighs go keep her up right before he walked the small distance to the car park. if she did not accept He would simply shrug and continue to walk alongside her until they reached the car park ensuring she didn't fall over anywhere He pulled his keys from his pocket clicking a button as the lights of a blacked out Audi came on. " Here we go..." He opened the passenger side door and assisted her in before closing the door swiftly behind her, making his way round to the drivers side he glanced in, the interior was as black as the outside adjusting the seat a little he pressed a button as the engine roared into life placing his seat belt on. " So...Miss where am I taking you?...I also realised I don't know your name, I'm Ezekiel if you didn't already know, I own the club and many others in this city and the next. .." he offered perhaps just trying to give her some information about him so she wouldn't nervous about being around him. @Ruvik the Unchained Predator

((His car))

:"Young lady? Well, I am almost thirty, so I will take that as a compliment." Atol looked at him and as they walked in the rain to his car, her wiping her face for the cool showers and the way her hair stuck to her face. "No, I do not need a piggy back." It was because she did not know Ezekiel. She did not wish to just swoon over someone with good looks. There was also that gnawing betrayal by Jasper. It really made a dig in her psyche. After all, he was an employee and colleague she had worked with for four months. Sure, she would not know everything about him. Yet, she had not known he was a bigot. As they walked, she was silent, deep in though, worried about walking into Jasper at work. Her mind then focused on the car. She amazed by how like black metal it shone! It was like meshed with carbon and coal. "This is your car? It is very impressive!" She meant it, as she had never seen a car with such a strong presence before. It reminded her of the panthers in the forests of the night. With the yellow headlights, it definitely completed that imagery. Though it reminded her of also of the jaws of an abyss. Of some caged wild animal whose belly awaited her form to devour. Looking inside, the interior also a pitch black. "Uh, are you sure, this vehicle is traffic safe?" She says this as maybe he also needed some really strong lights. In the rain, such a vehicle, without some presence, would be not great to ride. Though, she was not undermining him or his choices. She loved the sleekness of the car, it did look like an industrial animal. On him introducing himself, "Oh, yes, I think someone mentioned your name at the club that you owned Infinity. I was not aware you owned many more in the city. I am Atol." She decided to leave 'Javed' and 'Brandt', for now. Those names were loaded with many questions even among demons. The last thing she wanted was for him to ask her more questions about her parentage, especially after with what ha