Its all about having a good time

Garen grabbed the mix that the tender made as he looked towards the party seeing Riley and Merisa having fun. He lifted the glass to his lips taking a sip of it nodding then looking back at the tender nodding to him approving it saying "Thats really good..Thanks" Looking back at Merisa but something else has his attention. Looking towards Logan raising his eyebrow seeing the guy moving on the table trying to catch something. He tilted his head looking up a little seeing something flying then back at Logan saying to himself"What is he trying to do?" He pointed at him while moving back a little talking to the tender "Did that guy drink alot? He smiled as he heard Riley calling him then hearing a strong impact. Closing his eyes and raising his shoulders looking back at Logan saying while smiling to himself "Hope this doesn’t wake you up" He chuckled as he saw him walking towards the bar and sitting beside him. Garen pointed up looking at the ceiling "Not bad idea what you tried to do"

Garen took one more sip of the mixture placing the glass on the bartop looking back at Merisa and Riley as they dance. He knew that he was pain in the ass to Riley.But whynot?! Mordekaiser is there to make it hard for Garen so Garen shall find someone to bother too and Riley was the winner of the contest. Garen smiled devilishly raising his hand to Riley waving it to him. Looking towards the door seeing someone walking in. It was Kalika. He smiled to himself lowering his head as his eyes turned red for a moment to make sure it was her before shifting them back to normal. He saw her moving towards the bar and having her drink sitting not very far from him watching Merisa and Riley dancing too. Giving a look towards the two dancing before talking in calm voice "Not your way of having fun?" He looked at her with a smile on his face raising his eyebrow waiting for her answer after saying "Cause If I recall..You had the dance class..Though I don’t remember who was your partner?" He crossed his arms looking up trying to remember.

After a moment he shook his head as he couldn’t remember who was it .Moving his hand to grab the glass taking the last sip of the mix looking at Kalika's bottle "Tequila ...Thats nice"He looked back at the tender asking him for a refill of the strong mix before taking another sip of it. It wouldn’t affect him much thanks to Mordekaiser. It will be hard for Garen to get drunk unless the demon inside him approve it.He took deep breath looking at Merisa seeing her walking towards him. He smiled when she whispered to him and tilted his head saying in playful way"Oh..Here is the star of the party welcoming me"He laughed again taking a sip of his drink seeing her telling Logan about the fairy nodding "So that was a fairy..I though I was seeing things because of that"He lifted the glass to his eyelevel before looking back at his Merisa.


After a moment he looked towards Kalika again tilting his head to the right. He cant deny that he is interested in such a soul. He never met someone like her and he didn’t have chance to talk or to know more about her. May be not Garen was the interested in her. May be whats inside Garen that want to know more about Kalika. It was like a conversation happening inside Garen's soul since Mordekaiser wanted to have the body for sometime just to enjoy himself too. Garen agreed to give him the chance to let him have the body since they are still on their deal. But when that happen its all up to Garen. The half naked boy looked back at Merisa wrapping his arm around her waist pulling her towards him smiling "Your dance made everyone here enjoying"

Those cold teal eyes gaze right at the wooden floor all the while that he’s still in his drunken state because of all the drinking of the Green Fairy and other types of alcoholic beverage. To anyone else, it is just another late night party where everyone is having a good time with one another. To Logan, it was a new experience of sorts. He has never tasted the intoxicating beverages such as beer, whiskey, etc… He’s like a little boy trying to do new experience and such. It was a good thing that he did came here with the gang, otherwise it’ll be another day for the boy to be anti-social. Those teal eyes gaze on over to Garen only just… look at the half-naked person for no apparent reason. There he is. Sitting down on the barstool to slowly regain some of the composure or what’s left after the whole drinking binge.

Cold teal eyes gaze from the half-naked boy over to both Riley and Merisa dancing with one another. Strange. From the way that Merisa move her body along with each beat and tone almost seems to eccentric. It was rather surprising to see her dance like that. A part of him wonders about this, but doesn’t want to go deep into it. All he did was to take a deep breath and exhale softly with his hands rest against his lap. Then, those teal eyes gaze over to the newcomer, the one that he has seen her long time ago, Kalika. The only time that he remember is that time at Formalities Class where he was forced to dance with her by the teacher. Logan doesn’t know a thing about dancing or elegance. The cold teal gaze right back to Merisa moving close to the bar from all that dancing.

Looking down to the wooden floor only to still have the effect of the Green Fairy. That what he gets for drinking a bit too much of Absinthe. He cannot help, but to listen to Merisa about being a hallucinating doll, which followed by chasing the fairy around. Speaking of the fairy, those teal eyes gaze around to such a crowded tavern only to find that the green fairy flew through the front door and off it went. A hand reaches over only to find that it was too far away for the boy to grab. There is a sigh of defeat from the boy because of that fairy had gotten away from its grasp. A part of him feel that the boy was really hallucinating and that fairy isn’t real, but Logan doesn’t know what seems real or not thank to the drink. A hand moves down and right back to his lap while his head tilts on over to both Garen and Merisa getting rather…close to each other.

It either body warmth or they are actually a couple and he didn’t know about this. Still, Logan would nod his head twice because of Merisa’s dance while the gaze goes to the two of them before going back to Kalika. There is something about her that seems interesting, but as much as it seems. He doesn’t really know anything about her. Turning his gaze away from them only to look back down at his lap with his hands rests against them as it appears to be resting of some sort because of the fairy catching.

It did make him feel a little guilty that he was not keeping his eyes on his dance partner, but at another lady resting at the bar, but with how their past intertwines itself it made him a tid bit edgy. It was enough for the girl he was dancing with, Merisa, to take notice and realize that Garen had shown up. Figures. It was not as if he hated the man, but their personalities were like oil and water. Inwardly, he knew Garen was good at heart. Outwardly, he would rather go suck on the oil he was trying to mix the water with in his analogy than to conversate with Garen. But alcohol had worked it's wonders and made him looser in his attitude and his lips. He would feel Merisa's brushes, and those would send a bit of fire down his spine, but they were hindered by the conscious fact that he did follow the man code when it came to women. He let the girl slide, jingling her cute butt all the way back to the bar. It was rather interesting to watch the girl dance her way through the crowd very smoothly without bumping or skidding into people along the floor. The bar slowly became a dance floor as more and more people started to get up, mingle, and hell maybe even a few crazy dance moves or two. As the place started to liven up, his eyes would begin to see that there were alot of more of the woman populace than he originally saw. Maybe the loud music and a few phone calls started to bring in the more younger crowds. It was the middle of nowhere, what the hell else would they be doing!

Giving Merisa a bit of room to get back to the bar, Riley decided it was best to not partake of any more liqour while he was still able to stand. A bit of manly courage rushed through him, along with a dashing slab of stupidity, as he would merely wave at Merisa and just head towards the bar where Kalika was resting. It would seem that Garen was trying his luck a bit too early, but was captured by the girl he just left the dance floor with. Ahh, distractions and relationship tie downs. There was at least a small plus at being single! But given Riley's cold personality, how the hell would he be able to hold down a girl of any calibre that was not as mentally fucked up as he was. "Sure you can handle a crowd like this one?" He would rest his back against the bar counter, remembering something about her feeding off emotions... but unable to pinpoint why. Nevertheless, he didn't dwell on it and as quickly as he remembered it was forgotten. "Took me a full day to be able to eat solid foods ya know." At first, it sounded like he was being an ass... rolling it off the tongue like she owed him something. Nevertheless, a smile would crack over his face, turning towards the woman he spoke to her reasonably. He gave a why-the-fuck-not gesture, as if he wanted their past near death experiences as water under the bridge. Or at least, the alcohol was making him think that way.

"What do you want first, a drink or a dance?" He was not backing down from either, and was possibly coming off a bit standoffish. His right arm would drape on the bar, but he would not break her bubble just yet. He would let the lady come at least a little past the normal 10 percent boundary. Even so, his smile was genuine and he gave off an aura of playfulness, curiosity, and the normal slightly drunkish demeanor. He did not bring any more hostility towards the woman who probably looked at humans as her playthings, but he did seem like a gullible idiot with a few beers in him. But that was just Riley's way at being playful, and alcohol was really the only thing that loosened him up. Nevertheless, it made his guard drop... and that could always be a dangerous thing.

The music was enthralling, the booze was intoxicating, the beat was rhythmic, and the entire scene was captivating. As the entire bar began to mix and mingle, young and old started to separate as the night was becoming more appealing to the youthful night owls of the twilight hours. Other than the bartender, the crowd started to become younger and more lively. The owner of the establishment was having trouble keeping up with the drink orders, as more and more people started to demand more than the simple bottle or shot of whiskey. The man would have trouble keeping up with everything, but overall that was not the inspiration of the night crawler's razon de facto (spelling?) for being there. It was the dance floor. Although it was a simple room with hardwood floors and poorly lit ceilings, the imaginations of the young and restless and the music thrumming through the juke box made everything more interesting. Although the box was old, someone managed to update the records inside of it with a few current surprises that even shocked Riley as he took her hand and was lead to the dance floor. Couples of mixed statures and classes began to mingle and entertwine, emotions began to flow, and Riley could feel the energy begin to move through him.

He was normally not a social butterfly, but the atmosphere was becoming addicting. The loosened lips of alcohol had now taken full affect, as he was teetering on the edge of conscious decisions and pure insanity. The music disc changed, switching to something European once again, but this time with a distinct taste and with a bit more recent edge to it. Someone had gotten behind the juke box and messed with the sound system, as the bass became loud enough to deafen the ears who resided next to it. But out on the middle of the floor, there was an even balance of music and thump that made it all fall together in both a cohesive, and yet, exhilarating passion. And the lady, who had stabbed him several times a few nights before, was leading them both smack dab into the middle of it. It was not passed him that she could be easily baiting him into a trap, trying to lower his defenses, use the crowd to her advantage to make him either bleed or die on the dance floor. But that was the fun, in a sickening way, that made it all come together and made him feel alive!

No drug could shake the ricocheting effects of adrenaline and bestial corrosiveness that raced across the veins of his body as the dull roar of Crush began to resonate through the speakers.

Without a moment's thought, he took control of the moment. With a grasp of her fingertips that he already held, he would attempt to pull Kalika in front of him, moving his cold left hand to rest just on the nape of her hip, while his right would attempt to hold the hand that he was escorted with through the massive amounts of bodies beginning to pile up around them. Gunslinging, working out, pushing his body to the limits, and forcing himself to go over his threshold were many parts of him that did not leave room for alot of creativity or style. He kept his clothes plain, although clean and simple, but other than his violence and cold attitude it left him in his own world of solitude. It was only at a place of Caislin Hallows, where he was always on the verge of death he truly felt fully alive and aware of the life and his natural surroundings. Strangely enough, the music began to move through his body, slowly at first. For one reason or another, he began to remember a memory from long ago... a lifetime past of friends he had long forgotten. For a moment, he would slowly forget that he was armed, preparing to dance with a woman that would more than likely kill him in his sleep if she were to find it suitable, living in an area where death was always around him, or that he carried dark and disheartening secrets that no young man should shoulder alone.

His eyes would close, drawing it all in with a deep breath, and his body would finally relax. He could feel the tension leave him as he started to move his left foot to the beat. A beat that was becoming him, as his eyes would slowly open to gaze upon Kalika, different brown eyes stared back at her. Something changed, at least temporarily, and it was only for a moment. His eyes dilated, and instantly the music kicked up as the feeling inside churned for action. As the music began to start the normal beat, he was already dancing in spot, starting slow to let the lady catch and pick up on her own beat. A blend of bitter sweet resonated in his eyes as he did not divert his gaze, almost looking at her curiously to see what her reaction was going to be to the change of pace. He could feel the movement in his hips, his arms would roll with the pace of the music as he kept the space between them closer and his movements simple and delicate. In the current society where he came from, it was not the man's job to lead the woman into the dance anymore. It was quite the opposite, and it was always the girl who set the pace.





Music: Pendulum Crush (in the background) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mYd2X_9rrs

Logan continues to sit down on the barstool while being succumbed to the Green Fairy a while ago. Everything around him seems to be having a swell of a time except for him. He’s just sitting there looking straight down at those boots while being the drunken person that he is. Whenever his vision became blurred, but he’d quickly shake his head to regain his vision. Don’t know why, but he was glad to be here with friends. Friends that’ll stick by him, even though he has succumbed to the Green Fairy. Hands rests against his lap as he had enough drinking or is it. Logan is thinking about getting a bottle of beer for the last time. Besides, they are having a great time dancing and socializing with one another. Those cold teal eyes gaze over to Garen and Kalika as they are talking about Formalities Class. Logan watch Kalika’s index finger pointing directly to him being a former dancing partner.

All he did was nod not once but twice because of the fact that he was forced to danced with her by the teacher, but it would seem that it was all water under the bridge. Those hands continues to rest against his lap while listening to festivities inside the tavern. From the invigorating music to the liquor that was rather intoxicating for others. Those cold teal orbs sees Merisa with the words, ‘Having fun with the Fairy my silent compardre?’ with a hint of the Russian accent coming through her lips. All he can do was just smile and nod his head lightly before looking away from her and looks back down at those black leather boots. He hasn’t had this much fun in ages as being the only orphan that survive the massacre and was taken away to the facility.

There, experiments was conducted on him including that drug that gives him resistance towards the one thing that werewolves hate: silver. However, it came a at price as he has lost the ability to speak almost permanently. Memories seems to flood to the time at the facility where Logan was turned into a cold blooded killer. For some reason, he can hear the screams of those innocent children running for their lives while those vampiric military men either gunned them down or devour them for blood. Hands slowly clench up into fist, feeling sorry for them. His friends at the orphanage, now gone from existence. Then, a hand is felt against his back only to look back at Merisa. He shakes his head not once but twice only to move his hand over to her arm to try to take hold against it. If it is a success, then he’d kindly move her arm (or hand) away from the silent boy.

(Sorry guys, this is going to be a lame post)

A sudden shrill would go through Riley's spine as he felt something immensely fill his spine with an essence he had been unfamiliar with. A sensation of fear, ricocheting across his body, caused the man to upright turn in terror as he examined the room he was in. Without a moment's thought, he would abruptly part their bodies and walk away from the scene... any kind of stops past a gentle a pat on the shoulder would be met with extreme prejudice, as this man's thoughts were intertwined with more things than a simple death.

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