Smile Little Devil

[Kaylii]

"Don, I'll warn you one more time. You touch my ass and I'll be smacking bottles in your face. You hear me?" A man smirked back at the waitress as she scowled at him, but it didn't last long. Kaya couldn't help but flash that fangy smile of hers, and flicked away from of the black and violet strands from her blood colored eyes. It was the same every night. Deal with drunken fools that came into her club, The Black Rose, flirt with them a little, and make some nice green. It may be a job that others frowned on, thinking her a bit more lowly than she gave herself credit for, but what the hell. She had a unlimited supply of alcohol, a good way to meet some cuties, and was able to dance whenever she damn well felt like it. It was her life and her rules, and there wasn't anyone who was going to tell her otherwise.

As soon as she leant down to grab at some drink under the counter, her eyes widened as she felt a hand. Snickers started to ring in her ears, and a frown came on her black lips. Slowly, she stood back up, leaning to the side and placed a hand on her hip. She smiled sweetly at the one called Don.
"I thought I told you no more." She said almost too sweetly. Her other hand then came out from view, a large wine bottle in hand, and smacked it across the man's head. The bottle crashed and the man toppled to the floor, drenched in the liquid. A few people looked to see what the sound came from, but the thunderous booming of the music that was surrounding them blocked most of the crash.

Kaya clapped her hands together and stuck her tongue out at the passed out male on her floor, before turning to a new customer. She made it clear before, and she would continue making it clear. Don't start shit in her club.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi had been having a good night. Up untill ten minutes ago. Do you remember when you were a kid, and your parents told you never to play with knives?

His didn't.

No, his encouraged it.

So now Taxi was stumbling through the streets, eyes wide as he pulled off his nice yellow and black silk tie and wrapped it around his hand. Where had he gotten a knife? On the street. Just a random blade on the sidewalk. It was shiny, and he wanted to play with it, so he did. And somehow, by some RANDOM happening and certaintly by no fault of his own he cut himself. But not only did he do that, he cut off a finger. But not only THAT, he cut it at both knuckles. How? Panic. It went something like this, "OH SHIT OH SHIT I CUT OFF MY FINGER," then while scrambling and trying to pick it up forgetting that he was still holding the blade. It didn't end well. So now instead of just being able to stick the digit back on it's appendage he had to wait for the first half of the finger to merge back with his knuckle, and THEN stick the rest of it on.

What to do with his finger till then? The hand without his make-shift bandage shoved the poor fingertip that he was very fond of into his pocket, and he pushed the poor to the first building he found open at this time of night.

Oh! It was a bar. Taxi loved bars. All the dancing, and the music, and the- The bottles crashing against peoples skulls? Oh yes, this was a great bar. The blonde weaseled his way through the crowd till he approached the girl who looked ever so helpful. Well, either she was going to be helpful or she was going to injure him further. Didn't matter, she had pretty hair, automatically had the blonde vampires approval. Pale hand with all of its four fingers reached out to tug her sleeve or to tap her shoulder, not wanting to startle the girl (WHO WAS HIS OWN HEIGHT FINALLY) and get beaten over the had.

"Can I have a some alcohol?? Even though I don't have any money? I need something to put my finger in."

The absurd phrase was accompanied by Taxi's prize winning smile that spanned from one side of his face to the other.

[Sky]

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Something about bars seemed to be interesting. Mostly because it was crowded with drug dumb asses, who knew would to do nothing but keep drinking beer, and make a few fights or so. But that wasn't what interested the 22-year-old. He wasn't even there to drink. He was there, to make observations. Of what? No one knew. He barely knew, but who really gave a damn. He wasn't one to start a fight, nor drink, not to say he wouldn't. Somehow he was interested on how much insanity has gotten to the world, and bars seemed to display a large portion of it.

Silently walking toward the bar, he peered inside the doors to see them nearly jam packed. Aside from that, the three or so men standing there seemed to be one of the least sober men there. Shrugging, Ty began to fight his way through, and managed to get in, getting a few tugs here and there, and some grunting and complaining about him pushing them. Few steps in, and he had already heard a large crash. He hadn't for a second came to think exactly, or care at the moment what it was, as long as if wasn't directed to him.

Moving forward, he walked toward to bar, and before he had a chance he even come within a meter of the damn thing, some guy pushed him forward, making him fly toward the bar. Using hands for support he had slammed somewhat into the front of the bar. Ignoring everything else, he silently look a seat, ignoring the rest of the loud noises and laughing drunk people, and just started to observe. Being in a bar was risky, in case he did want to take a drink, it was hard to say if Tyson would, but chances of that.. seemed somewhat slim.

Feeling a push to the side of him, he noticed a blonde haired man, roughly the age of Ty. He eyed the man, and noticed he wasn't a man. The sharp fangs indicated he was a vampire, which, seemed to strike Ty, as strange. He gave small smirk before putting his attention back on the rest of the bar.