*After a long, harsh night of being in that gross motel alone with his thoughts, the dead roach in the soap dish and a switched on lap top that could produce nothing more than an eerie yellow-white glow Daisy decided that he could take no more of being stuck in that place thinking thoughts.

He followed his nose until he saw the place, parked the rust-red Mustang and decided that this was as good a place as any to try to drown your thoughts.

Dressed in a near indescent outfit, black platform ankle-boots, black fishnet stockings and the shortest skirt known to man; black and white frills alternate across his lower body, just barely covering what must be covered. A black halter-top covers his upper half, mostly hidden by a large, over-the-top white-grey scarf covered with faded black daisy prints. His face has been done up like a show-girl's, too much kohl around his eyes and too shiny gloss on his lips. His hair falls prettily around his face, long dark strands partially hiding one eye.

He stands amongst the others waiting to get in...curiouser and curiouser....

He hasn't had an alcohol in so long, just a glass of something-or-another should relax him and then he'll be able to head back to Jr.'s crap-hole and hopefully drift off into a dreamless sleep.  

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*The bouncer is of course a large man, the other a small girl but she has muscle that ripples under the pale skin showing she can too hold her own.

The male holds out his hand for ID as the female does the same for the person behind Daisy.*

*Daisy's already got his ID out. The photo on it blares out a pretty face...his... all smiles and whatnot, stating he is a she and that she is of legal age....26. The name on the ID reads Daisy MacNamara.

He looks from the guy to the girl then purses his lips, he just wants a drink, an hour of loud I-do-not-wanna-think music, nothing more.

He holds out his ID and blinks, waiting...*

*The male takes it, scans Daisy's face a moment then hands it back, nodding him/her inside.* In ya get. *The other guy in line isn't so lucky and gets booted for a fake ID, the female bouncer not being exactly gentle with the kid.*

*Inside the club is moving as always, some bald guy with a full body worth of tattoo's is in the parlour giving ink to a young woman with a lip ring and a green mohawk.

A small group of goths are in the shop buying the famous "immoral immortal" t-shirts...in black of course. There are people from 21 to 30 all decked out, in whatever attire they find suitable for this place, ALL over the club. Up in the balcony, by the bar and especially the dance floor which looks like a writhing mass of colors from Daisy's stand point on the top of a small flight of stairs leading down onto the pit of a dance floor. No one pays he/she any mind at all as they too lose themselves in this world of neon lights and alcohol.*


(Please read room descrïption if you need more *S*)  

*Daisy takes his ID and quickly squirms his way inside. He pays the cover charge and almost visibly winces at the cost. He hopes that his job can start paying him soon or else he's...screwed. Sleeping in his car and eating popcorn for the rest of his life does not sound very appealing.

He looks at the others, all weird, he'll blend in fine.

The music pulses through him, vibrating his insides. He moves away from the stairs and heads over to the bar. He leans against it, squished between a stoned-out looking goth girl who looks like Elvira's ugly spawn, and some cute, giggling kid with an Emo hair-style popping a huge bubble of strawberry scented gum.

He waits until the bartender makes his way over to Daisy and orders a Long Island...without coke.*

((cool room desc. ))  

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*The tender easily makes the drink as asked and the cost for drinks is a little cheaper for most bars, of course there is a reason for that but everyone just thinks they're getting a deal.

A large man named Devin watches the crowd from a platform above the dance floor. He sometimes paces and sometimes stands still. For the most part he goes unnoticed by people. He doesn't zero in on Daisy and that is a good thing.

Devin would descend only to kick out those who are causing a large amount of trouble. Too drunk, violent, verbally abusive to staff, losers who don't deserve to be here.

Only in a while a small group of people might go up the spiral staircase and disappear into the VIP quarters but that is far and few between.

For the most part the kids just dance, drink, sneak a few drugs here and there and eventually disappear to allow fresh blood to enter the club.*

*He takes the drink and hands the tender the money, plus a small tip that he cannot afford.

With a smile Daisy thanks him then catches sight of Elvira-spawn slipping away to join a flock of weirdos on the dancfloor, and he makes a bee-line for her stool.

He plops down, crosses his legs and watches everyone around him, his gaze flittering from the dancfloor to the top then back down and around him to gum-boy as he begins to talk loudly to some other spikey-haired blond kid next to him, then snake his arms around the other and pull him into a passionate movie-like kiss. He takes a sip then chuckles and lightly shakes his head...aww, how cute.*

*There's a slight shift near the stairway, the goths and emos flutter slightly there as Bellisa emerges and descends. The women seems young, with fine features, of spanish descent. She wears a cherry red dress that brushes her upper thighs, over this is a black corset, pulled taut to show a slim waist. Her tresses are black and cut into a pixie type 'do, cherry red lipstick over her lips and mascara are her only make up. Her skin is like white silk, not a scar upon it and she walks like some sort of royalty. Her hazel eyes flicker up to Devin then over her little group of worshippers, she offers them a ghost of a smile and one little emo boy swoons into his friends waiting arms.

Of course this all makes her want to puke but she hides it perfectly and moves towards the bar, making rounds, her fingertips dancing like butterflies on certain peoples arms, shoulders, cheeks even. They all smile at her and she offers a smile back or a wink. She loves the attention because it means she's got them where she wants them.

A mere nod to the bartender gets her a wine glass filled with a deep red liquid. She then turns to survey her club.*

*He notices the woman, actually he notices the commotion around the woman and then her. He looks at them swoon, flicker around like moths to a flame...and what a flame she is! Yes, she is a beautiful one.

Daisy sips at his Long Island and watches her, assuming she is the owner or something of the sorts that requiers a lot of ass-kissing.

A lick of liquid off of his glossy lips, smudging liquor with mand-made shimmer.

A hand shimmies to his legs, fixing the frills daintily around them before shifting his gaze back to her, she's more interesting than the two kissing emos....for now.*

*Devin descends from his platform and halts beside Bellisa, her eyes still roam the crowd but she knows he is there. He speaks quietly though his voice rumbles through his massive chest.* All quiet tonight... at least so far.

*Bellisa keeps her own voice soft, a purr as she acts her part tonight, such a chore but it keeps everything in line how she likes it.* Most excellent, work on my project goes well too, I just came from there. All is quiet, they are asleep. Kira has done well there and you have done well here. *Her fingernails, painted red scratch Devin's jaw line delicately before the hand drops. He seems over the moon at the little bone of attention she throws his way. She knows exactly how to keep her people in line of course after years of practice. The drink sits untouched on the edge of the bar as she watches the crowd.* Has the good Monsieur been in? *Devin shakes his head no, pleased that Alessio has not returned, the man was an ass.*

*Bellisa nods then waves a hand lightly, Devin is dimissed and returns to his platform while Bellisa looks for dinner, crooking a finger to a young one that stares at her. If she strikes out with her offer of taking them upstairs she merely chooses another.*

*He cannot help but lean in ever so slightly towards the woman and the huge man, evesdropping as best he can despite the very loud music bellowing into the place. As long as he listens to others he may be able to foget his own junk...for a while.

He doesn't notice that he's leaned over a bit too much and teeters in his seat* woah! *he yelps then spills his Long Island Iced Tea all over his legs. Coppery hued liquid trickles over stockings, dripping over his boots, curling around the laces.*

*Immediately the hazel eyes are upon Daisy, narrowing slowly as she studies...it? She slithers forward and clears her throat as she watches the boy on the floor.* Bartender, another of what he's having.... on the house. *She folds her slim pale arms over her chest and waits for Daisy to collect himself.* And a wetnap. *She mutters to the tender who puts three on the bar next to the new drink.*

*Daisy is off the chair grabbing at the napkins as he sets the empty glass on the bar.* Could I have a few more, please? *He wipes at the wetness on his legs, frowning deeply.* Thanks *he utters to the bartender as he places more napkins and a new drink on the bartop.*

I didn't get any on you, did I miss? *he addresses the flame-woman, hoping she didn't notice that his innocent curiosity was the reason why he is in this prediciment now.*

No... do you always eavesdrop? *Of course she noticed which way he fell off his stool and assumes the worst. She leans an elbow on the bar, not assisting him, just watching him scramble to clean up.* I am Bellisa. You are?

*He gives her a butterfly soft smile and shurgs a single shoulder* not usually *he admits* I didn't mean to, it's just you...*a pause* you caught my attention and just seamed so...I dunno, they were flocking all over you, I guess I was curious to why is all. Sorry *he doesn't really seam very sorry, but his smile is friendly and it shows he ment no harm.*

*He dries his hands, gladly they are not sticky or gross, then crumples the used napkin and sets it on the bar.* Daisy *he replies after he blows a strand of hair out of his eyes* ...hi.

Mmmhmm well people are easily impressed you know, it doesn't take much. *She replies honestly and looks the boy over from head to toe.* Especially this group, they just want to belong somewhere. *Her ivory shoulder raises and lowers in a graceful shrug before she looks out over her crowd.* This is my club and I do my best to include everyone, different types of music each day of the week makes each group feel accepted here and as you can see they come every night whether it's goth night or techno night or whatnot. That is all there is to my so called fame. *It's a lie of course but she seems so honest one could hardly disbelieve her, especially when she gives Daisy a rare smile. Her smile is charming of course and makes the hazel eyes sparkle like diamonds for just that moment before she returns to her calm demeanor.* It still doesn't mean I understand any of these kids. *A faint smirk to herself as she watches the crowd again.*

*He nods, agreeing with her words* Yah, guess some people need someone to look up to.

*He smiles when she mentions she owns the place* I think they all want free entrance for ever *a delicate giggle as he playfully teases* price is kinda steap...well for someone ass-broke like me anyhow. But I like your place, Bellisa...*he looks around slowly* it's got a...dunno what really... *then he turns to her* maybe you put magic in the drinks *another giggle.*

*A soft chuckle* The price is steep yes but well worth it once your in, plus we keep the drink prices lower. The higher door price tends to chase off the little punks who merely bar hop to cause trouble. Plus... *A sly smile* Magic costs money you know. Ass broke hrm? Well if you ever need a job, you could apply here, I am always looking for new people... especially ones who keep their eyes and ears open for trouble.

Yah, I know what you mean about the bratty punk kids *he winks as if he's been though that as well, but he is innocently playing.*

Hey, yah...I wouldn't minda a second job, I could work here, I could always use the money. I jus' gotta job working three shifts a week and every other weekend at uhh....uh....*he huffs lightly, oh hell of she's gonna be his boss she may as well know* at a strip joint. But I haven't started work yet...and I'm down to my last twenty bucks till I get paid.

*She blinks once and eyes Daisy, a strip joint? A light smile then nods.* Well what sort of qualifications do you have? Probably not smart serve or you'd have a job in a second. You're not much of a bouncer... perhaps working in the gift shop? *Motions towards the front doors where it's located.*