Night Life

Music pounded out over the massive throngs of people and creatures pressing up against each other on the dance floor. Lights swayed around and changed color from the scaffolding overhead. Waitresses moved throughout the crowd, and dancers enticed and teased the guests of the nightclub as the tracks continued to cycle endlessly to maintain the excitement that was Gamorrah.

Diam was paying attention to all of this and at the same time very little of it. He sat leaned up against the bar, a goblet of fresh blood cradled elegantly in his small hand. He'd been let in and allowed to stay into the night, but of course that was thanks to the staff being thralls and a bit of uncanny persuasion. Quite honestly he was beginning to tire of the chipper, upbeat platitudes of the employees.

The club smelled of poppy's. It wasn't unpleasant per say, but the overrefined scent saturated the place. It was cloying at the senses, but then that was also the point of it. Patrons stumbling about in a misguided stupor, so many beings pressing themselves against one another. Most of them just wanted to get off at this point rather then create any kind of connection with themselves. Yes, desperation and desire coursed through the room like blood through the veins. This club was either slowly failing or quite well managed.

Still though, Diam had seen few thus far that seemed interested in anything more then the immediate wants of themselves. It made for a good hunting ground, but bad for conversation. He let a small sigh escape his lips, and silently hoped the night wouldn't be a total disappointment.

Diam turned his eyes up as Cloe approached him, his expression remaining something of a bored stare. He wasn't about to get his hopes up yet, she looked young and youth usually came bundled with curtain impulses.

"Mortality is all that allows time to strike at the body. Simply remove it, and you need not worry of such things." He glanced down into his cup, swirling the red liquid around in the hallow.

"And what of you then. The demonic often alter their appearance, can you truly say that you are as youthful as you appear." He let his drift back to her as he sipped slowly from his cocktail of blood. "Sixteen or so, if I am not mistaken."

@Kait

Diam just sipped his drink stoically. "You laugh,but the process is often much more simple then many believe. You will learn that in time."

He turned around on the small stool, crossing his legs and leaning his small frame back against the bar as he granted the conversation a trifle more of his attention. "These thralls must be even less of a nuisance then I gave them credit, allowing such a young demon to mingle with so many of the... Needy." His shoulders raise slightly in a shrug as he cast his eyes over her again. "... Or perhaps you are just exceptional. Succubi enjoy such venues I understand, though that does not seem to be your strain... Yet."

The small vampire reclined further over the bar, letting his gaze drift to the ceiling as he muttered to himself. "How long has it been since I stopped caring about that number... seven centuries?... Eight?..." He was talking more to himself then Cloe, trying to sort out his memories into a coherence. Eventually he finally turned back to her and granted her an answer. "I would be somewhere along the first century of my second millennium, if I am not mistaken."

"Some would count themselves lucky, as most do not get the chance to realize the fact." He gave a stoic nod as he once again sipped the blood from his glass. "The proprietor's daughter, that does explain your presence. You must be quite spoiled for choice while within these walls. I imagine it rare for you to go unentertained."

He waved his hand dismissively through the air to his left. "When an establishment employs thralls it is not difficult to aquire a house blend. The divergences do affect the flavor, but rarely as much as some media would have you believe. Much less whiskey and brandy and more vintages of wine. The vessal makes a much more distinct impact on the flavor. The plasma of animals is suitibly swill, wheras an alcohalic's will be saturated with the recreational poison, and soforth."

He chuckled a little, it was always entertaining to see how far you could get before being prompted for a name. "I am Diam."

He raised an eyebrow at her as she continued the talk of the crowd. "Well now, are not you the interesting one. Most demons I have met go out of their way to prey on the insecurities of lesser beings, but you say 'you do not think it is your scene.'" he took a long sip from his glass, chuckling through his smile. "Perhaps you are after much larger prey then. I would be eager to watch. Perhaps I'll make a doll of you, being one so entertaining."